In Service of the King - A Gay Fantasy

[cocklust]

The following stories take place in a fantasy kingdom ruled by a king with an insatiable appetite for sex with men. The king has declared it law that once a boy reaches of age, he is to be available at any time to be called upon to satisfy the sexual needs of the king. The men in the kingdom live with constant anxiety that at any moment they, or their sons, will be required to be used by the king. For some it is an honor. After all, he is a good king who is fair and he provides well for the kingdom...and being at the sexual whims of the king is a small price to pay to live in their kingdom.

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King Taron slowly opened his eyes. A strip of sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains into his bed chamber, bathing the vast room in a soft morning glow. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and stretched. He shivered slightly at the chill in his chamber and the cool air against his naked skin. He rubbed his eyes and cleared his mind. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air...a combination of sweat and semen, mixed with the intoxicating aroma of a man's asshole. The sound of soft breathing came from the man lying asleep next to him. King Taron looked at the man, his eyes traveling the length of the man’s naked body. The man was a metal worker who had been called upon the night before to service Taron. He was decently attractive, with a solid, muscular body with an attractive amount of body hair. He slept soundly, the covers low on his body and covering only his legs and cock. A dark patch of hair was visible over the top of the blanket. The dried remnants of the king’s cum was visible in his belly fur. King Taron smiled at the memory of the surprisingly large quantity of cream he had unloaded onto this man the night before. The man had also had a fairly decent sized ejaculation as well, unloading it into the king’s ass only seconds before Taron covered the man in his royal jizz.

The memory caused a stirring in the king’s loins. He watched the man begin to wake, the covers slipping down and revealing the above average sized cock that had given him so much pleasure. The king’s member was at full attention and as the dark-haired man began to stir, King Taron rolled over and sat upon the man’s soft prick. He gazed down at his body and began stroking himself. He rocked back and forth slightly, enjoying the feel of the man’s pubic hair in between his ass cheeks. The man woke to full consciousness to the sight of his king sitting atop him and masturbating.

“Good morning, your grace. Would you be requiring my services again this morning?”

“No,” replied Taron through a soft breath. “Please remain silent.” He stared into the man’s eyes and continued to jerk himself off.

“As you wish.”

“Put your arms behind your head,” commanded Taron. “I wish to see the glorious hair underneath your arms.”

The man did as he was told. The king rocked back and forth, feeling the man’s cock stiffening on his taint. The king felt himself beginning to perspire; his hole was moist with sweat. The memories were flooding his mind. His cock was aching. The beautiful man was his to use.

With a grunt, King Taron released a stream of semen across the man’s chest. A white creamy trail from his stomach to his nipple. One shot reached the man’s chin. The king shuddered and milked every drop from the tip of his penis. He crawled off the man and left the bed.

“You are free to leave now. Please go back home to your wife.”

“Yes, your grace. Might I be allowed to bathe before I take leave? I would rather not be in such a state when I return home.”

Taron was aghast. “You wish to wash away our night of passion? Is it not an honor to receive not one, but two loads of the king’s jizz?”

“It is most definitely an honor, sir. My body is at your service at any time. I will not wash away the royal stench. I will get dressed and be on my way.”

The king smirked. “No. I think not. You must prove that it is truly an honor to receive my seed. Walk home naked. Let all you pass in the kingdom see how you have served your king. Once you return home, allow your wife to wash away the stench and clean off the king’s ejaculate.”

“As you wish.” The man rose, nodded in respect to Taron, and took leave of his bed chamber...naked...the king’s semen dripping from his chin and down his chest.

***

King Taron stood in the bathing stall, wet and soapy, as his two bathing servants scrubbed his body...washing away the night and making him fresh for the next day. The two women worked diligently, washing all parts of him thoroughly, giving extra attention to his hole and male organs. They were the most important ones to keep clean. He would never want any of his men to find him unclean. He preferred to have women clean him, as there was very little chance of him becoming aroused during the bathing. His erections were solely for the men of the kingdom. The women would not be privileged enough to gaze upon the majesty of his royal manhood in its hardened state.

When his bathing was complete, King Taron called for Silas, his most trusted advisor. Silas had the most important job in the kingdom: procuring of sexual experiences for the king. It was he who would go out into the kingdom and locate suitable men for Taron to enjoy. Everyone in the kingdom new Silas and would often dread his appearance. For seeing him out and about meant that the king was hungry for cock, and yours might be the next one selected.

Silas entered the king’s chambers and the king smiled at him. Silas was not a bad looking man. Mid-thirties, short brown hair, sharp jawline, and a slender body. King Taron often admired Silas’s body, but he had never fucked him. Silas’s job was to bring Taron a variety of sexual encounters...and not to be one himself.

“Good day, your grace,” said Silas. “Was the metal worker to your satisfaction? I witnessed him leaving the palace today. He appeared to be coated in what I assume is your sexual results.”

“Indeed,” said the king. “He was marvelous. You do a remarkable job of finding exactly what I need. His cock was beautiful. And the taste of his ass was heavenly.”

“I am happy sir. Will you be requiring anything tonight?”

“No, thank you Silas. I must recharge and give my cock some rest. A day or two in between results in a more powerful orgasm and a more substantial load of juice. I would say that I will be requiring someone in the next three days.”

“Very good, sir. And what will be your requirements?” King Taron had a very diverse taste in males. Ages, builds, cock sizes...it varied from day to day. One night he might desire a boy who had just become of age...and the next night he might enjoy someone of his own age of 36 years. Or it could be a fit older man well beyond Taron’s years. For the younger ones, however, Taron had one specific requirement: that the boy had aged enough to have grown the hair of man. King Taron saw the hair of man as the greatest symbol of masculinity, and it aroused him greatly. A man should have a nice amount of hair in his underarms and crotch. Chest hair was not always a requirement, but he often preferred it. Testicles could be shaved, as it was pleasurable to have a man’s smooth bag in his mouth. But pubic hair should remain. Silas was often sent to find desirable young men, but would need to verify that the boy had indeed grown the hair of man in order to be eligible to service the king.

“I think I should like a young man for the next time,” King Taron said. “A strapping lad who is of age or slightly older. Strong, lean body and the hair of man...with a mouth and ass that is eager to receive the king’s cock.”

“Yes, your grace. I shall leave immediately to seek him out for you.”

King Taron smiled and dismissed Silas. It was now on to his meeting with the Council. He did have a kingdom to run, after all. It couldn’t always be all about men and their cocks.

At least, not until Silas arrived with a fresh young man.

King Taron’s penis tingled in anticipation.

 

[cocklust]

---2---

The spring sun shined down on Edwin, the farmer, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. The weather was starting to get hotter, but there was still a lot of work to be done. His son Aris, who had recently become of age, worked hard at helping the family business. He was currently chopping wood a few feet to Edwin’s left.

“It is too hot,” Edwin said to his son. “I am going into the house for some water. Would you like some?”

“No thank you, father. I shall take a break after this pile of wood.”

Edwin went into the house and drank a refreshing gulp of water. He took rest in the kitchen for a few minutes to catch his breath. He looked out of the window at Aris. His breath caught in his throat.

Aris had removed his shirt as relief from the heat. It was not an uncommon action, and normally one that Edwin would not think twice about. But this time, it gave him pause. It had been nearly a year since he had seen his son without a shirt. Apparently in that year’s time, Aris had matured a great deal. His torso was lean and muscular, and as he raised his arms for a mighty chop at the wood, Edwin noticed them.

His armpits.

Where last year there was barely a wisp of light fur there were now thick black patches of hair. Edwin squinted and looked more closely at Aris’s body. In between his son’s muscled pecs was a light dusting of hair that traveled down his abdominals, leading down into his trousers.

Edwin’s heart dropped with sadness. His son had the hair of man. And that meant only one thing….

***

That night, in his bedroom, Edwin talked with his wife in a quiet, urgent voice.

“What is it?” she asked her husband nervously, noticing the anxiety in his demeanor.

“I’m afraid it has happened. I knew this day would come, but I was not prepared for it.”

“Tell me, Edwin!”

“Our Aris has developed the hair of man.”

His wife covered her mouth. “You’re sure? You saw it?”

“Yes. He was outside working without a shirt. He has thick hair under his arms as well as a lightly hairy chest. And you know what that means.”

His wife shook her head. “Perhaps not,” she said hopefully. “It is not certain that the king would call upon him for his desires, is it? Is it possible that Aris has not fully developed to the king’s liking?”

“It is possible,” Edwin said. “But not likely. If he has hair above, he will most certain have hair below.”

“Can he remove it?” his wife asked, clearly not ready for her son to offer himself to the king.

Edwin shook his head. “No. It would be too obvious. Stubble in a man’s armpits or nether regions would be most obvious. It could never be as smooth as it is before the hair appears.”

“But he may not have enough hair yet on his private region to satisfy the king. You must be certain,” she said. “Please find out for certain.”

Edwin nodded. “Please leave the room and send in Aris.”

She did as her husband asked and in a few minutes, Edwin was alone with Aris in the bedroom.

“Son, something has come to my attention and I need to tell you about the workings of our kingdom.”

“Yes Father?”

“I saw today as you were chopping wood that you have fully become a man.”

Aris smiled simply. “What do you mean?”

“You are developing hair on your body, which we call the hair of man. I noticed it in your armpits and on your chest.”

Aris looked down at himself. “Well, yes,” he said, not sure why it was worth a conversation.

“And this may sound odd, but I need to see if you have hair in other places.”

“Other places?”

“Yes. Son, I need you to drop your pants and show me your manhood.”

Aris was confused, but he trusted his father. He stood up and untied his trousers. He dropped them to the floor.

Edwin knew immediately that his son would inevitably be called upon by the king. There, between his son’s legs, was a magnificent specimen of male anatomy. Dark pubic hair and a thick shaft nestled on top of two loosely hanging balls. He knew that if his son were to be aroused, it would produce an erection that the king would marvel at. For a moment Edwin felt a pang of jealousy that his son’s cock was bigger than his own. “You may pull them up now, Aris. Now that you are of age, with a masculilne body, a handsome face, a large manhood, and a body decorated by the hair of man, I must explain to you your duties to the king.”

***

It was thirteen days after Edwin discovered that his now adult son had the hair of man that Silas appeared at the farm.

“G-good day s-sir,” Edwin stammered. At the front door Edwin did his best to block Silas’s view inside the house, where Aris was waiting.

“Hello,” Silas said. “I am here on behalf of King Taron. I would like to know if you have any sons who are of age.”

“Oh, well…” Edwin trailed off, unsure how to respond. Of course he did not want his son’s virginity to be taken by the king, but he also knew that lying to Silas would be a grave mistake. “I do. His name is Aris.”

“I would like to see him,” said Silas.

“He’s...well he is…”

“I’m right here,” said Aris, stepping past his father. He would not let his father get in trouble because of him.

Silas looked at Aris, head to toe. “You are of age, boy?”

“Yes sir.”

Silas nodded. “Please step inside the house.”

The three went inside and Silas shut the door. Edwin’s wife sat on a chair, wringing her hands.

“I’ll get right to the point,” Silas said. “The king desires a young man for tonight and young Aris is a prime candidate. However, I must be sure he will be to the king’s liking. Aris, will you remove your clothes please.”

Aris stood in the center of the room, with Silas and his parents watching, and took off his shirt. When Silas gestured at his trousers, Aris pulled them down. He stood naked as Silas examined his body. His parents watched with forlorn expressions. As Silas made complimentary remarks about Aris’s body, Aris could feel himself becoming aroused. As an eighteen year old, his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. And despite the embarrassment of standing naked in front of his mother and father, something about the eyes on his body created an unwanted arousal. Aris closed his eyes and willed his penis to remain flaccid. But the more he thought about it, the harder he grew. It wasn’t long before his cock was standing proud for all to see. “I’m sorry, father,” he said, ashamed. Edwin shook his head to indicate that there was nothing to worry about. His mother looked like she was incredibly saddened to see that her son had hair on his balls.

“You will do nicely for the king,” Silas said. “Please put on your clothes and come with me to the palace. You should return by tomorrow.”

***

The ride to the palace was quiet, with Aris barely speaking. His thoughts were preoccupied with what the king would want to do with him. Would Aris be required to take the king’s cock in his mouth? What about his ass? Aris tried to imagine taking a hard cock into his mouth. What would the royal penis taste like? Would he enjoy it?

As they entered the palace, Aris could feel hundreds of eyes on him, as if they all knew that he what he would soon be doing. They climbed a set of stairs in a secluded corner of the palace and Silas came to a stop.

“You must bathe before you see the king,” Silas said. “Wash your genitals and the inside of your bum thoroughly. You will need to be fresh and clean for his highness.”

Aris nodded.

Two women seemed to materialize out of nowhere and led Aris into the bathing chamber. They commanded him to strip, and as soon as he was out of his clothes they poured warm water over him. They tossed him a rag and soap and then watched as Aris got to work cleaning himself. He scrubbed his body and heeded Silas’s instructions. When he was done the women tossed him a towel and provided him with a soft shirt and trousers.

In no time he was back with Silas at the door to the king’s bed chamber.

“You will now enter and see the king. You will do anything he desires. You will allow him complete access to your body as he may allow you access to his. Understood?”

Aris nodded and swallowed nervously.

“Thank you for your service to the kingdom.”

Aris took a breath and entered the bed chamber of King Taron.

 

[cocklust]

---3---

The chamber was large and softly lit with a myriad of candles. A large bed sat at the far edge of the room, against the wall. And in the center of the chamber stood King Taron.

Aris had never seen the king before and had always pictured him as old and heavyset. But this man was pleasing to look at, with a nice smile and what appeared to be a well defined body.

“Don’t be shy,” King Taron said. “Come closer.”

Aris approached his king shyly. “It is an honor to meet you, your grace.”

Taron smiled. “Silas has done well. You are a beautiful boy.” He let his gaze travel up and down Aris’s body.

“Thank you, my king.”

Taron stepped closer to Aris. He brought his hands up and gently placed them on the boy’s muscular pecs. He caressed his body slowly and moved his hands down to his waist. Aris closed his eyes, the touching sensation new and exhilarating. As the king slowly rounded his body to his backside, he let his hands roam down to the firm cheeks of his ass. Aris let out a sigh and opened his eyes.

He gasped.

Across the room, nearly concealed by the shadows, was another man. A large, barrel chested man with a sword in his belt...standing stock still and staring intently at them.

Taron was amused by Aris’s reaction. “Not to worry,” he said. “That is just Victor, my bodyguard. He stays in here at night during my time with men. I have to be very careful. Some men might wish me harm.”

Aris was shocked. “You mean, he stays in here the whole time...watching what goes on?” Aris didn’t know how he felt about performing sexual acts with someone else watching. He could only imagine the kinds of things Victor had witnessed in this room.

“Yes. But do not worry. He speaks only when spoken to. You will never know he is there.” The king continued to circle Aris’s body and lightly caress his chest and back. It wasn’t long before Aris had forgotten about Victor. The sensation of the king’s touches was arousing. Behind him, Taron began lightly kissing the back of his neck.

“Tell me,” the king said softly. “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”

“No, your grace.”

“Pity,” Taron said. “There is nothing on this earth greater than the feeling of a man’s hardness inside your mouth.” He circled back around, his hands running up and down Aris’s biceps. “How often do you touch yourself?”

“Sir?”

“How often do you take your manhood into your hands and give yourself pleasure?”

“Well,” Aris said, feeling awkward. It was uncomfortable to be openly discussing such a private act. He had never even spoken to his father about how often he stroked himself. “Maybe a few times each week.”

Taron smiled. “I see. And what do you think about when you have your dick in your hand? Women or men?”

Aris took a deep breath. “Women, your grace.”

“Ahh. Is there any special woman you think of?”

Aris hesitated to reveal his private fantasy. “There is a girl, Lara, from the village. I sometimes..think about her.”

“And what do you think about? Do you imagine yourself sucking on her breasts? Taking her nipples into your mouth? Do you wish you could slide your throbbing cock in between the soft flesh of her tits?”

Aris noticed the king reaching down to touch himself through his pants. “Y-yes, your grace.”

“And do you wish you could thrust your cock into her wet separation? Thrust until you explode with pleasure...filling her to the brim with your seed?”

Aris’s eyes were closed. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, aching to be released. The king ran his hands up Aris’s chest and opened his shirt. Running his hands across the boy’s bare pecs, he slipped the shirt off his back. He felt the king’s tongue on his nipple.

The king stood up straight, only inches from Aris’s body. “Flex for me, please. Show me those strong arms.”

Aris did as he was told. The king let out a moan of pleasure. “Yes,” he said softly. “That is beautiful.” He took hold of Aris’s arm and brought his face into Aris’s armpits.

Aris felt a wet sensation as the king began licking his underarms. Swirling his tongue along the flesh and tasting his hair of man. The king then took a step back and let his hands roam down below Aris’s waist.

Taron smiled. “Your bulge is quite impressive.” He grabbed the waistband of Aris’s pants and gently tugged them down. Aris sprang out, the wetness glistening on his cock head. The king knelt down until Aris’s cock was directly in front of his face. It felt somewhat disrespectful to be pointing his exposed manhood at the king. But Taron seemed to enjoy it.

“I must say,” Taron said, “you have one of the most beautiful cocks in the kingdom.” He brought his hand up and gripped it firmly.

Waves of pleasure ran through Aris’s body at the sensation of another man touching his dick. Aris’s eyes widened as the king took him into his mouth. The feeling was so intense that Aris felt he might unleash his cream right then. But he didn’t know if the king would appreciate such a vile thing, so he willed himself to remain calm and not release yet. The king licked and sucked his pecker, and even lifted it up to gain access to Aris’s balls. For a brief second Aris felt embarrassed for the king to have his hairy sac in his mouth. He wished he had removed the hair on his bags to make them smoother. But the king did not seem to mind.

King Taron stood up. He quickly removed his shirt and pulled down his own pants. Aris watched as the king’s cock was revealed to him. It was not unlike his own. Similar in size...circumcised with a wet pink head...an impressive girth...and dark pubic hair. The one difference is that the king appeared to prefer to have a smooth sac. He put his hands on Aris’s shoulders and gently pushed him down. Aris got to his knees until the king’s prick was in front of his face. He knew what he was expected to do, and surprisingly, it did not disgust him. He reached up a trembling hand and gripped the king’s cock. It was velvety smooth and Aris could feel it pulsating in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he took the king in his mouth.

The king let out a groan of pleasure as Aris sucked on him. The taste was different, but not unpleasurable. There was something exciting about knowing that his mouth was giving the king such pleasure. The king thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock to slide in and out of Aris’s mouth. Aris used his hand to move up and down the king’s shaft, and that caused the king to moan even more. Aris’s own cock was still aching, and he couldn’t help but reach down with one hand and pleasure himself while he sucked Taron. He could taste the saltiness of the king’s excitement juice and for a moment he wondered what it would taste like if the king unloaded his manly cream into his mouth.

King Taron eventually pulled his dick away from Aris’s mouth and told Aris to stand up. He led him over to the bed and circled around until he was behind Aris. “Bend over,” he said. Aris leaned over, leaning his forearms on the soft bed and exposing his ass to the king. He felt his ass cheeks being spread open and had never felt more vulnerable.

“Such a sweet hole,” Taron said. “I can imagine what you must taste like.”

And then Aris felt the king’s tongue on his lower back, just above his crack. Aris breathed deeply and his eyes went wide as the wet feeling of Taron’s tongue went lower, running up and down along the insides of his cheeks. And suddenly the king’s tongue was shoved deep inside his manhole. Aris let out an involuntary grunt and couldn’t believe that such a pleasurable feeling existed. King Taron licked and slurped as if Aris’s ass were going to be his last meal. His tongue went down to Aris’s taint and underneath his sac. It then went back up to the top and then dove back inside. Aris felt like his insides were being consumed by the king.

The feeling was too intense. Aris felt the familiar sensation of an impending eruption. “Please, King Taron,” he whispered through ragged breaths. “I’m about to release!”

Taron stood up and spun Aris around to face him. The king knelt down on the floor in front of his boy. “Do it,” the king said. “Unleash your load upon your king!” Taron was furiously masturbating himself.

Aris stroked himself. He closed his eyes and with a loud moan and an incredible wave of pleasure, shot one of the most substantial loads of his life. His jizz arced outward and splattered on the king’s chest. Rope after rope of hot cum continued to spurt from his cock. He looked down at the king and felt an odd sense of power and pride that the king was being bathed in his semen. Aris was a simple farmer’s son, and he was ejaculating onto the king.

As the semen sprayed onto Taron, his own cock released the contents of his balls. The king shot a powerful load onto himself. As he squirted onto himself, the king took a hand and moved it along his chest, mixing the two men’s jizz together and rubbing it on himself like lotion.

There were a few silent moments when the two men stared at each other, breathing deeply. Finally, Aris said, “I am sorry, your grace. I would have preferred to hold off a little longer and spray my seed wherever you would have liked.”

King Taron rose to his feet. He put a hand behind Aris’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Aris could taste the pungent musk of his own asshole on the king’s tongue and lips.

“Do not worry, young Aris. It was a perfect experience. I hope you enjoyed it.”

Aris gave the king a shy smile. Taron pulled him close until their bodies were pressed together. Aris felt the stickiness of their cum on his body. Taron ran his semen covered hands along his back and ass.

“And we will get another chance for you to spill your seed for me,” Taron said. “I plan to call on you again.”

 

[Rickrock]

Wow, although I have mixed feelings about this story, I did enjoy it. It is different than most. Thanks for sharing your ideas.

 

[flamingo]

I love this!!! So well written. And so good to be the king! And so good to please the king! Long live the king! I hope you write more.

 

[bs29697]

I love this story and its well written. Love how you describe all of the characters they become rea,l as I read, in my mind.

 

[cocklust]

---4---

King Taron sat at the head of the long wooden table in the grand dining hall. On either side of the table, the ten men that made up his Advisory Council sat with their wives. The feasting had finished, and it was time to discuss the matters at hand: whether to cut ties with their trading partners in the North. It was a painfully boring topic, and Taron often found his mind wandering. Most recently when his mind wandered his thoughts turned to young Aris, the man who had satisfied his neverending sexual urges the week before.

As the men at the table got into a heated discussion, King Taron felt a stiffening in his pants.

“You think that we should cut off trade with our biggest supplier just because they sank ONE of our ships?!” This came from Marten, a broad shouldered man of about 40, who for the last five minutes had been yelling at another Council member. His wife sat by his side quietly.

“Do you not think they should be punished?” shouted Rickard, a slightly younger man across the table from Marten. “You are an idiot if you think it will not happen again!”

“I’m an idiot?” Marten was furious. “I have five years experience on you!”

The meeting had devolved into a shouting match between the two men. They clearly hated each other. King Taron watched the two men, amused at the pissing contest that was being engaged in right in front of him.

“I can’t believe the king would have you on his Council!” shouted Rickard.

“I’ll kill you!” said Marten.

“Enough!” shouted King Taron when he had finally had enough. He stood up as the other two men sat back down. “Our meeting is over for today. I will not have two members of my Council at each other’s throats. We will settle this now. The Council is dismissed. Except for Marten and Rickard. I want to see you both in my chamber.”

The two men glared at each other angrily.

“Let’s go. And bring your wives.”

****

In King Taron’s bed chamber, Marten and Rickard stood side by side in the middle of the room. Against the back wall, their wives sat next to each other on the large sofa, watching nervously as the king talked with their husbands.

“If we are to accomplish anything of value, we need to settle this problem right now. The two of you seem to be locked into a pissing contest. As if you’re competing to see who as the biggest cock.”

“No, your grace,” said Marten. “There is no need for such an argument. I know that my cock would dwarf his.”

Taron laughed. “That is quite a powerful statement. And you act as if it cannot be easily proven. So I think we shall have to see the proof. This will be settled right now. Take off your clothes. Both of you.”

The men looked at Taron, confused and fearful. “Sir?”

“You heard me. Your clothes. All of them.”

The expressions on Marten and Rickard’s faces fell into regret and nervousness. They made a concerted effort not to look at each other as they pulled open their shirts and shucked them off. Then, hesitating slightly, they dropped their trousers and underwear.

King Taron smiled as he drank the two naked men in with his eyes. He approached Marten. “Your have quite a nice display of hair,” he said as he ran his hand across Marten’s hairy pecs. “A flat stomach that is to be admired too.” He stood back and gazed at the meat dangling beneath a forest of black hair . “A thick manhood, that is for certain. Very nice.”

“Thank you, your grace.”

Taron moved over to Rickard, performing the same inspection. Rickard’s chest was nicely toned and smooth, with a slight trail below his belly button leading down to his maginficent genitals. “You are quite smooth,” the king said. “But I can see a nice patch of the hair of man beneath your arms, so I approve. You have a beautiful physique.”

“Thank you, my king.”

“Now let’s see,” said Taron, backing up. “We do have two amazing cocks before us. But which one wins the prize?” He turned to the women on the sofa. “Can you ladies see? I want you to know what each other’s husband is dealing with between their legs, so this problem will not arise again.” Taron looked at each cock, feeling his own growing harder by the minute. “And it appears we have a winner. I’m sorry Marten, but your boast was unfounded. Rickard does indeed have the bigger cock.”

Marten tried to keep a stone-like expression, but his pain was obvious.

“Not to say yours isn’t acceptable,” Taron continued. “In fact, yours is thicker than Rickard’s. His simply hangs longer. But you know, yours could appear bigger if you would trim down that bush of pubic hair. Does your wife enjoy that hairy beast in her face when she is sucking your cock?”

Marten’s embarrassment kept him from replying.

Taron turned to his wife. “Do you enjoy your husband’s manhood?”

Marten’s wife cleared her throat nervously. “I enjoy my husband’s cock very much, your grace.”

“I see,” said Taron, amused. “Well, we really cannot get an accurate winner from a couple of dangly dicks. I must see them in all their glory for a true winner to be declared.” He locked eyes with the two men. “You must tug on each other until we see full stiffness.”

Their eyes widened. “Are you serious, your grace?”

“Of course! It’s not that big a deal. I’m sure you tug on your own cocks regularly. It is no different. If you prefer not to, I can always find new members for my Council….”

“No, your grace,” said Rickard. “We shall oblige. They hesitated and looked at each other as if they had no idea how to proceed. Finally Rickard reached out and grabbed hold of Marten’s flaccid dick. Marten winced...the new sensation was odd and uncomfortable. With the man fondling his cock, he reached out for Rickard’s.

King Taron watched as the two men masturbated each other. It was not long before Rickard’s long manhood was engorged, becoming even longer and thicker. He closed his eyes as he felt Marten jacking him off and he attempted to arouse Marten.

“Hmmm,” Taron said. “It seems as if Marten is having a tough time.” He looked over to Marten’s wife. “Maybe he needs some motivation. Why don’t you remove your clothes and let him gaze upon you so that his cock may stiffen.”

She looked over to her husband as if to ask for permission. Marten nodded weakly. She took off her clothes and sat back down.

“There we go,” said Taron. “Now stare at your wife’s tits if you need to,” he said to Marten. Taron looked back at his wife. Lay back and spread your legs for him. Touch your vagina. Maybe if he sees your glistening wetness then he will show me what I need to see.”

She lay back and began to play with herself, feeling awkward doing such a thing in front of so many people. She was happy to see her husband’s cock rising to attention as he and Rickard stroked each other’s shafts.

“I think there is only one way to see who is the bigger man,” Taron said. “And that is to see who can produce a manlier quantity of spunk. But for that, we need you both to be intensely pleasured. Come with me.” He led them both to the bed and instructed Rickard to lay on his back and lift up his legs, exposing his hole to the room. “Now, please enjoy this treat,” Taron said to Marten.

Marten slowly inched his face toward Rickard’s ass and the barely visible light fur that lined its crack. He scrunched his face. “I do not enjoy his smell, your grace.”

“Nonsense. That is his manly scent. It should be savored, not feared. Now dive in for a taste.” Marten did as he was instructed and thoroughly licked the inside of Rickard’s ass. Rickard let out an involuntary pleasure gasp. Taron smiled and positioned the men in such a way that Rickard could also have access to Marten’s hole. A half hour ago, neither men could have fathomed that they would soon have their tongues buried in each other’s hairy, sweaty assholes.

As the men continued to devour each other’s holes, King Taron removed his own clothes, his hard cock jutting out and leading the way. He instructed the wives to join them on the bed. Rickard’s wife was told to remove her clothes.

The king repositioned the men so that they were sucking on each other’s cocks. The king stroked himself as he listened to the grunts and slurping sounds.

“Does it turn you on to see your men experiencing each other in such a way?” Taron asked Rickard’s wife.

“Yes, your grace. It makes my pussy wet to see my husband pleasuring another man’s cock and ass,” she said , knowing what the king would want to hear.

“They will be such good friends after this,” Taron explained. “There is something very intimate and special between two men when they know what each other's asshole tastes like.” He looked at the women. “Now lay on your backs and open up. Let your men see your hairy slits.”

The women lay side by side and spread their legs open.

“Enough,” Taron said to the two men. “You have now earned the right to fuck your wives. I want to see your cocks sliding in and out of their waiting pussies.”

Marten and Rickard positioned themselves on top of their wives, side by side, and began thrusting in and out. Taron leapt from the bed and walked around for a view of the men’s asses as they pumped their wives. Their bodies were glistening with sweat and their grunts were loud and sexy.

Taron glanced over to his bodyguard Victor, who had been silently standing in the corner, as always. Taron could tell that Victor’s own cock was hard in his pants, and Taron thought it must be torture to always have to watch and never be able to take out his own cock.

“I know this is difficult, Victor,” Taron said. “So if you must, I would not be opposed to you relieving yourself.”

Victor nodded and reached into his pants. Taron turned his attention back to the foursome.

The king approached the men from behind and ran his hand along their asses as they fucked. He used a finger to trace the line of sweat from Rickard’s lower back into his ass crack. The scent of man funk was powerful and Taron jerked himself furiously.

“Oh my God,” shouted Rickard. “I am going to unload, your grace!”

“Me too!” said Marten.

King Taron jumped onto the bed behind the women’s heads as the two men pulled their cocks out of their wives. In what was one of the most beautiful scenes Taron had witnessed, the two hard-bodied men ejaculated simultaneusly and with great force. Their cum sprayed wildly, covering their wives’ tits and stomachs and flying in all directions...some of it even hitting each other. Taron grunted in satisfaction and unloaded his own contents in a powerful torrent of white cream. It sprayed directly at the men’s faces and both Rickard and Marten took at least a shot or two of Taron’s kingly jizz in the face or mouth. The king’s squirts hit the woman as well, his juice mixing with the other men’s. Taron heard a short grunt from somewhere behind him and glanced over at Victor, who shot his own semen load onto the floor.

The men and women breathed deeply, all covered in the contents of three men’s balls. Taron surveyed the mess and, noticing that he had produced the most semen, declared that it was, in fact, he who was the manliest of the three.

 

[cocklust]

---5---

King Taron was restless. He tossed and turned in his enormous bed, unable to summon sleep. There was only one thing that kept the king from a peaceful night’s sleep, and that was an aching cock that needed to be satisfied. It had been a few days since his last solo release, and even more since his last experience with the two men of his Council. He had decided not to have Silas, his procurer of sexual experiences, go out to find him a man for the night. And he was regretting the decision terribly.

He summoned Silas into his bed chamber.

“Yes, your grace. What can I do for you at this late hour?”

“Silas, my manhood aches. Have you no one for me tonight?”

“Regrettably no, sir. You did not make an early enough request and it is far too late to seek out a man from the village for your needs.”

Taron sighed. “Then I would like to make a request for tomorrow. Please have young Aris return to me. I would like to enjoy him further.”

“Yes, your grace. Will there be anything more?”

The king looked at Silas pensively. It wasn’t often that he took the time to admire Silas, but he suddenly noticed how handsome the man was and how fit his body appeared. He had never asked Silas to satisfy him sexually. He had never even seen the man naked. Silas was his adviser of sexual needs and King Taron did not want to change that relationship. “No Silas. That will be all.”

Silas turned to leave.

“Um, Silas,” Taron said, halting the man in his tracks.

“Yes, your grace?”

Taron hesitated. It wasn’t like him to be so shy. But these were different circumstances. “Silas….I would like….” he took a breath. “...To see your cock.”

“Yes your grace,” Silas said. Without hesitation, undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor.

Taron raised an eyebrow. It was a beautiful appendage. Average in size, with neatly trimmed brown hair and smooth testicles that dangled sexily below.
Silas allowed the king to look as long as he pleased. “Would you like me to stimulate myself so that you may see it at full potential?”

“Um...no. Thank you Silas. That will be all.”

Silas nodded and pulled up his pants. Their business concluded, he retreated from the chamber.

King Taron sighed and walked over to where his bodyguard Victor was standing quietly. Taron slumped down into the soft chair directly opposite Victor. He looked at his bodyguard’s face and thought for a moment. This man has seen some remarkable things. And he does not speak unless spoken to, so Taron knew he had never said a word to anyone about what went on in Taron’s bed chamber. He had seen Taron do so many things to himself and others, and stood quietly through it all.

In a way, it turned Taron on to know that he could do anything in front of Victor and the man would never say a word to him or anyone else unless commanded to. Taron removed his shirt and pulled down his pants. He leaned back in chair and spread his legs, in full view of Victor. He ran his hand over his chest and nipples and caressed his cock. He looked Victor in the eyes and smiled as he stroked his throbbing dick. He let his fingers roam underneath his balls and to his asshole. His breathing became more labored as he pressed on his anus and squeezed his nutsac. He raised an arm behind his neck, turned his head and licked his own armpit. He moaned with pleasure. Taron noticed Victor swallowing hard. Was it from discomfort or desire? Taron didn’t know.

The king stood and approached his bodyguard. The guard had still not moved or said a word. Taron undid the man’s pants and pulled them down. He knelt in front of him.

Victor had a massive prick with a pink head that was glistening wet. Taron’s mouth dropped open in awe at the majesty of the manhood in his face. It was thick and meaty, with a set of loose, hairy balls swaying underneath. Taron gripped it with his right hand and said, “Victor, you’ve been holding out on me.”

It was not a question, so Victor did not respond. He simply stared straight ahead as his king took his now pulsating cock into his royal mouth. King Taron sucked and slurped greedily, as if his life depended on consuming this penis. He licked the shaft, fondled and licked the hairy nuts, and shoved as much of the meat as he could down his throat.

It didn’t take long. Years of watching the goings on in Taron’s bed chamber seemed to come to a boiling point. Victor held in his verbal pleasure and could barely contain a grunt as his spunk exploded into the king’s mouth. The king kept the cock in his mouth until all drops had been milked out of him and were now ingested. Taron released the softening dick and admired it for a second. He looked at Victor.

“That was delicious,” he said. “You should taste yourself.” With that, he stood on his toes to reach Victor’s face and gave him a deep kiss. He pulled away, leaving the taste of Victor’s own semen on his lips. He reached down and pulled up the man’s pants for him.

“Thank you,” said King Taron. “That was a wonderful appetizer for my main course with Aris tomorrow night.”

****

Taron was almost giddy when Silas arrived with Aris the next evening. Aris looked as beautiful as ever and Taron couldn’t help but stare at his muscled body that was visible through his shirt as they greeted each other.

“If it pleases your highness,” Aris said, “I would like to leave by tomorrow morning. My father will come to collect me as he needs assistance on the farm.”

“Of course,” Taron said. “Whatever you want, my beautiful boy. Now, have you eaten?”

They dined alone in Taron’s chamber with more food than Aris could eat and more wine than he could possibly drink. For an hour afterwards they sat together, talking and enjoying the company.

“Tell me, Aris,” the king said eventually. “Did you enjoy our last time together?”

Aris paused as if unsure how to answer. He knew what the king wanted to hear, but he also was considering his own honest feelings. The truth was, he was not disappointed by their last experience. He had had a powerful orgasm and did enjoy the feelings of the king’s tongue in his butt. And he was not repulsed by having the king’s penis in his mouth.

“I did, your grace. It was magnificent.”

Taron smiled. He took Aris by the hand and the two stood. Taron leaned in and began kissing Aris’s soft lips. Aris responded and the two men spent several minutes in a passionate liplock. Taron pulled up Aris’s shirt revealing his incredible abdominals and muscled pecs with the perfect amount of the hair of man. As the two embraced, Taron could feel Aris’s hardon against him. The king pulled off his own shirt and wasted no time yanking off his pants. He stroked himself as he watched Aris slowly pull his pants down. Taron sighed at the sight of such an incredibly gorgeous sexual organ.

“Aris,” Taron said. “I would like to have a new experience tonight.”

“Anything, your grace.”

“I would like to feel the warmth of your water on my body.”

“Sir?”


“My desire is that you release your urine and cover my body with it.”

Aris furrowed his brow. “Your grace would like me to piss on him?”

Taron nodded. “Your cock is so beautiful. And I would love to experience anything that comes from it. Penises are extremely pleasurable to view. To see a man urinating...to watch him release an uncontrollable stream of piss is highly erotic. And for me to be under you and see your impressive cock let loose your warm, golden liquid....” The king shuddered. I can ejaculate just imagining it.

“As you wish, your grace.”

King Taron refrained from touching Aris so as to let Aris’s cock return to a more flaccid state. It would be difficult to receive his piss if the cock was still hard. Taron lay down on a soft rug in the middle of the room. Aris stood over him, looming large.

“Just please...not above my neck. Only on my body below my head. As much as I want to feel it, I do not want to taste it.”

“Of course, my king.”

The king laid back and spread his legs open. Aris stood in between his legs, facing him. Taron jerked his cock gently as he watched Aris point his dick downward. Even in its semi-soft state it was impressive.

Aris let loose. The wine they had consumed had made its way through. He let a stream of hot piss pass through his cock and onto the king below him.

As soon as the water hit the king, Taron let out a moan of pleasure. Aris’s urine splashed onto his chest, warm and erotic. It ran down the sides of his torso and pooled on his stomach. He looked at Aris’s face as the boy continued to piss, moving his cock around to other parts of the king’s body. Taron felt the urine travel down his body. Aris pissed on his cock and balls, and the king jerked off furiously, using his boy’s liquid as lube. The smell was strong.

“Is my king enjoying my liquid?” asked Aris as he continued to piss all over his king.

Taron moaned. “Oh yes, Aris. Please, piss on me. Give me all of it! I NEED it! I want your hot golden water all over me!” Taron flipped over onto his hands and knees. “I want it all over. Now!”

Aris directed his stream across the king’s back and then pointed it down onto his ass. Taron used one hand to pull apart his cheeks. “Piss into my asshole,” he moaned.

“Your grace, I will soon run dry. My bladder is nearly depleted.”

The king turned back around lifted himself onto his knees. He grabbed hold of Aris’s pissing prick and directed it across his chest. He rubbed it into his light dusting of chest hair and then ran his hand down to his cock again. He masturbated furiously as Aris’s stream became weaker and then stopped.

“Every drop,” Taron commanded. “I want every precious drop from your manhood.”

Aris shook the loose drops from his dick onto the king. He squeezed his cock to coax out the last of it and gave his penis one last flick in Taron’s direction. He sighed with relief.

King Taron leaned forward and took Aris’s cock into his mouth. He gobbled it eagerly, causing Aris to grunt with pleasure. He sucked his favorite penis with even more enthusiasm than he had sucked his bodyguard the night before.

The king’s cock was harder than he ever remembered it being before. He wanted Aris’s cock inside his ass. He NEEDED it in there. He got back on his hands and knees and presented his wet asshole to Aris. “I need your cock inside me, Aris. Please fuck your king.”

Aris got on one knee, his stiff cock bouncing up and down. He gripped it by its based and placed the head at the entrance to the king’s hole. Taron moaned at the feeling. Aris slowly pushed forward, inching his cock past the royal sphincter. He gripped the king’s hips and moved his penis in and out. It became slick with the urine and soon he was able to plunge his entire cock inside. His pubes came into contact with Taron’s ass and his nuts slapped against him. The intense feeling caused Aris to moan loudly and increase his speed. He moved in and out, fucking the king hard. Taron screamed with pleasure.

“Oh yes, Aris! Fuck me! Fuck your king! FUCK ME HARDER! I LOVE THE FEELING OF YOUR YOUNG COCK!”

“Oh your grace! Your asshole feels amazing on my dick!”

The fucking continued for only a few more minutes before Aris felt the now familiar urge in his balls to let loose. “My king,” he said through hard breaths. “It is about to happen!”

King Taron pulled his ass away from Aris’s cock and turned around. “Show me your white cream!” he said. “Spray me with the juice of your manhood!” He stroked himself madly as he waited for Aris’s cum.

Aris closed his eyes. “Oooohhh! My KING!” He blasted a hot squirt of semen that shot over the king’s head. The king moaned at the sight and several shots followed. Aris had no control over his ejaculation; the cum sprayed wildly. He bathed the king in his manly cream and the king started releasing his own load of semen onto himself. Their juices mixed together on Taron’s body, along with Aris’s piss. It was a beautiful, erotic shower of their manly results.

The two stared at each other, breathing heavily.

“Is my king satisfied?” Aris asked.

Taron simply stared at the gorgeous boy, smiling and enjoying the messy feeling of the fruits of their labors.

****

Aris’s father arrived the next morning to collect his son for a day of hard work on the farm. Aris and the king greeted him warmly. They were freshly bathed, with not a hint of a scent of sweat, urine, ass, or cum. Aris hugged his father and his father regarded the king politely.

“I hope Aris was to your liking, your grace.”

“Most definitely,” Taron said. “And I thank you for allowing me time with him.”

Aris and his father turned and left the palace, talking excitedly about the day to come.

“So that’s Aris’s father,” he said to Silas, who was standing near. Taron smiled slyly. “Well he is certainly an attractive man.” He turned to take leave. He muttered to himself, “I wonder how he would compare to his son.”

 

[bs29697]

Wow!! cocklust the last chapters made for great reading. I enjoy your writing and hope you write more of this very HOT story.

Brian

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks for another sexy episode. It would seem that the King is planing a further Royal engagement with Aris's father/

 

[cocklust]

---6---

Hector had begun to dread every knock at their farmhouse door. Every opening of the front door had the potential to reveal Silas, who would no doubt want to take his son Aris back to the palace in order to service the king. It had happened twice now in the span of only a few weeks, and Hector knew it would happen again.

Hector could only imagine what kinds of things his son had been doing with and to King Taron. He had not approached his son about what went on in the palace and vowed not to try and discuss it, for fear of embarrassing Aris. His son was a very private young man and it would cause him discomfort to discuss matters of sexual activity. Hector remembered how shameful Aris felt when he had been required to stand naked in front of him and his wife while Silas inspected his body to determine if it was a desirable fit for the king.

A few weeks had gone by since Aris’s last encounter with Taron and Hector had only now begun to feel more at ease. As he and Aris dressed for a day of work, a knock at their front door shattered his feeling of safety.

Hector opened the door to see Silas standing there. He knew immediately what he would want and he lowered his head with a defeated sigh. “I assume you are here because King Taron would like to spend more time with my son.”

“That is correct,” Silas said matter-of-factly.

Hector turned and called out to his son. As Aris joined them at the door, Hector asked, “When shall I be at the palace to pick up my son?”

“Actually,” Silas said, “King Taron would like you to come along this time.”

Hector was taken aback. Why would the king want him to come too? Many thoughts raced through his mind at once. Could the king possibly desire him as well? It made no sense. Hector was past 50, well older than King Taron. Taron desired younger men, like Aris. However, Hector did realize that a life of farm work had kept his body in a state of physical fitness that very well might be desired by the king.

But even so. The king couldn’t possibly want Hector to satisfy his needs. Not when he had Aris.

Could he?

****

King Taron provided a wonderful meal for Aris and Hector, and never once made any mention of any sexual intentions. Perhaps the king merely wanted to spend time with them in a social setting. With dinner finished, Taron invited Aris and Hector both to his bed chamber. Aris seemed at ease, as he was used to being invited there. Hector remained on alert and concerned for what the king desired.

Inside the chamber, Hector took notice of the king’s large bodyguard standing silently in the corner. Was he there all the time? Did he witness the acts that the king had done with his son?

“Hector,” the king said, “I must say that you are a very attractive man. Your physique is impressive and I can see where Aris inherited his manly beauty.”

“Th-thank you, your grace,” Hector said, unsure how to respond to the king’s compliments.

“You do realize that your son is the most beautiful young man I have met in this kingdom, don’t you?”

“I know that my son has been blessed with good looks, your grace."

“More than good looks,” Taron said softly as he turned to Aris and caressed his face. “He also has one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my ass.”

Hector looked at the floor, not hiding his embarrassment and discomfort.

“Tell me, Hector. Have you ever seen your son’s cock?”

Hector made eye contact with Aris, who was doing a good job of hiding his own embarrassment. “Well…” he hesitated. “Yes, your grace. I have.”

“Oh really?” Taron seemed excited by this revelation. “And what was the occasion?”

“I asked my son to show it me so that I may know if he had the hair of man between his legs.”

“I see,” said Taron. “You wanted to make sure he was desirable for me?”

“Yes,” Hector lied.

“And what did you think?” asked King Taron.

Hector was silent for a moment. “Think of what, your grace?”

“Of your son’s cock. Impressive, was it not? Did it make you proud?”

“It was….very impressive sir.” Hector was having a difficult time with the awkward subject matter. “I was most definitely proud that my son possesses such a powerful looking tool.”

Taron turned to Aris. “And what about you? Have you ever had the privilege of seeing your father’s penis?”

“No, your grace.”

“That’s a shame.” Taron turned back to Hector. “Don’t you think it is only fair for Aris to see yours? After all, you had the honor of gazing upon his manhood. I think the favor should be returned. Every young man would like to know how he compares to his father.”

“I...I never thought about it that way,” said Hector.

Taron smiled. “Well, let us remedy that right now. Please remove your clothes. Let Aris see where he came from.”

This was not anything like Hector expected to experience today with the king, but he knew he would need to oblige. He slowly removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. The king made complimentary remarks about his chest hair and muscled pecs. With a deep breath, he pulled his pants down, revealing himself to the king and his son.

King Taron stared for a moment. “What do you think, Aris? It’s very nice, is it not? Not quite as big as yours, but fantastic nonetheless. His pubic bush is much thicker than yours, though.”

“I think my father is very lucky to have such a cock,” Aris said.

“But it pales in comparison to yours,” Taron said. “Let your father see it once more. I will help you remove your clothes.”

It wasn’t long before Hector and Aris, father and son, were standing only a few feet from each other, staring at each other’s naked bodies.

“But of course, Hector, your son’s cock is even more majestic when it is at full arousal. Come here, both of you.” Taron led them both to his bed. “I want your father to be even more proud of you. Lay back and masturbate for him. Show him your hardness. Show him why your king continues to call on you for his needs.”

Hector could tell that Aris was filled with embarrassment, but he did as his king commanded. He lay back, spread open his legs, took his meaty cock into his hand and began to stroke it. It wasn’t long before it was fully grown and filling Aris’s fist. Aris’s balls bounced lightly as he jerked himself with more enthusiasm.

Hector winced at the sight, and wanted to look away to spare his son’s shame. To witness his son performing such a private, sacred act… Pleasuring oneself was not a topic that was discussed in their household. Aris’s mother had never even witnessed Hector touching himself in such a way. Hector could not imagine what his son was thinking now...to be spread out before them, stroking his throbbing manhood in front of the king, the bodyguard, and his own father.

King Taron slowly removed his own clothes and inched closer to Aris’s naked body. With Hector watching from a few feet away, Taron pulled Aris’s hand away, gripped Aris’s cock at the base, and put it in his mouth. He groaned with pleasure as he sucked on the boy and looked directly into Hector’s eyes.

It was difficult for Hector to see, yet at the same time, to his dismay, his own cock was beginning to elevate.

“Come here,” Taron said to Hector. “I want you to experience the immense pleasure that comes from having another man’s cock in your mouth.”

“But, your grace,” said Hector, appalled. “He is my son!”

“And what better way for your first experience than with someone you love? Now come here. Taste it.” The king rubbed Aris’s pubic hair and pushed his hard cock down, pointing it at Hector.

Hector closed his eyes, realizing he had little choice. He knelt down, lifted a hesitant hand, wrapped it around Aris’s base, and put his son’s prick into his mouth. Aris moaned at the feeling. Hector did as the king had before him and moved his head up and down the pulsating shaft. Out of the corner of his eye he witness the king pleasuring himself as he kissed up and down Aris’s torso. Eventually Taron moved back down to his son’s crotch, burying his face in Aris’s pubic hair. Hector continued blowing his son until Taron instructed him to stop. He pulled Aris’s legs up, exposing his asshole.

“Now for the main course,” said Taron.

“Your grace, this is my son’s most intimate area. I can’t - “

“You can,” said Taron. “This will strengthen your bond as father and son. You will know so much about him now. What his cock feels like, what his ass tastes like, what his face looks like when he ejaculates. It is a beautiful thing.”

Hector could protest no longer as Taron gently pushed the back of his head forward until Hector’s nose and mouth made contact with Aris’s anus. He did as the king desired and extended his tongue, tasting the inside of his son and inhaling the manly musk of a sweaty butthole. Aris squealed with pleasure and it was soon apparent to Taron that Aris would release his load if Hector did not stop. The king instructed Hector to get up on the bed and he positioned father and son side-by-side on all fours...their asses both presented to the king. Hector made eye contact with Aris and wondered what was going through Aris’s mind.

From behind, Hector felt a surprising wet sensation on his asshole and yelped in surprise. The king was now tonguing his hole. It was a feeling that Hector had never experienced. He was suddenly self conscious about his butthole...the hairiness of his crack, the scent...but the king did not seem to mind. Hector’s cock was achingly hard as the king licked and slurped. After a few minutes the king moved on to Aris’s butthole. Hector remained on all fours as he looked back to the king, whose face was buried in his son’s butt. He looked back at Aris, whose eyes were closed. He was clearly enjoying the sensation.

King Taron stood up, using both hands to rub each men’s ass and crack. He pulled them out of their positions and looked at Hector. “I desire you in my mouth and your son in my ass.” Taron got on all fours while Aris knelt behind him and pushed his dick into his ass. Taron screamed in delight and took Hector’s dick into his mouth.

Hector’s mind was reeling at the surreal situation. He was thrusting his hips back and forth as his king sucked on his manhood, while watching his son’s muscled body flex as he thrust his own hips back and forth as well, with his manhood buried deep into their king. He watched his son’s face grimacing in pleasure as he slammed into Taron. He watched sweat trickle from Aris’s pecs down his light hair trail. He watched his son’s black pubic hair make contact with the king’s asshole when he thrust his full rod inside.

And suddenly, a familiar feeling that he only felt with his wife began to boil in his testicles. “My king!” he shouted. “Please stop or I will unload my essence into your mouth!”

At the proclamation, Aris felt the urge as well. “Your grace! Would you like me to release into your hole?”

King Taron stopped and pulled away from both men just in time. “Not yet. There is more for you two to experience!” He brought the two together so that they were on their knees, facing each other, their bodies practically touching. “Aris, raise your arms.”

Aris lifted his arms in a flexing position. Hector saw the hair of man underneath his son’s arms. That damn pit hair that started everything. The visible signal that Hector had noticed all those weeks ago that meant his son was ready to serve the king.

“They’re magnificent, aren’t they?” Taron said when he noticed Hector gazing at his son’s armpits. “Come and taste them.” He pulled the two men together and guided Hector towards Aris’s hair of man.
Hector found himself with his face buried in his son’s armpits, and at Taron’s instructions, began licking them. It was another new sensation for Hector, but after having his son’s cock in his mouth, and his tongue in his son’s ass, it was not unpleasant. The smell was manly and for a strange moment Hector actually felt pride that his son had become a man.

Taron pulled them apart again. They faced each other, their cocks still hard and pointed at each other. “Now,” Taron said, “Aris, I feel that you should now be allowed to find out what your father tastes like. Imagine how close you two will be after you suck the cock that created you.”

Aris did not need any further prompting and bent down to give his father a blowjob. Hector was embarrassed once again, but the feeling did not last long. He knew he should be horrified at their acts, but the feeling of his son sucking on his cock was a pleasure that he had never known before. And when Aris fondled his hairy nuts, his mind was reeling. The intense feeling caused him to take leave of his senses, and he repositioned himself so that he could have equal access to his son’s manhood. It was the first time he had done something without the king prompting. He and Aris lay in a 69 position, consuming each other’s cocks. At that moment, Hector never wanted his son to remove his cock from his mouth, and he never wanted to remove his own from his son’s mouth.

King Taron knew the end was near. He pulled them apart again and Hector laid on his back. Aris knelt over him and stroked his slick cock.

Hector could not believe this was happening. Everything they had done tonight felt wrong, but as he stared at his son jerking off, all he could think was how much he wanted his son to douse him with his man seed.

He didn’t have to wait long. Aris grunted and moaned with such a sound that Hector never thought he would, or should, hear from his son. Aris blasted several loads of cum onto his father. Hector shouted in pleasure when he felt the hot cream from his son splatter onto his chest. He watched his son’s face as he unloaded ropes of jizz from the tip of his cock. One spurt grazed his lips. The taboo nature of what they were doing...of remembering the taste of his son...of seeing his son performing such private sexual acts in front of him and with him….it suddenly came to a head. Hector shouted and released his own load of semen. It erupted from his cock with a power and force that he hadn’ felt with Aris’s mother in many years. It went onto his chest where Aris had ejaculated, and he saw some of it hit his son’s hand and cock.

Suddenly Taron was there, shoving his prick in front of Aris’s face. Aris jerked and sucked him and the king screamed when a wild load of cum shot all over Aris’s face and mouth and dribbled down his chest. Hector continued to stroke his own dick as he watched his son licking the royal semen off of the royal cock. As the sexual high wore down, Hector’s mind began to clear. As he lay in a sticky mess of sexual product, he thought, what have we done?

What would they do now? How could Hector go home to his wife, reeking of his own son’s semen? How could he kiss his wife, knowing that doing so would mean that she would get a taste of her grown son’s asshole, cock, and armpits?

And what of his relationship with his son? How would Hector ever look Aris in the face again after doing the things they’d done? There were no secrets anymore. Although Hector had never wondered before...he now knew what his son’s cock looked like hard. He knew what it tasted like and what it looked like when it was ejaculating. He knew what his son’s asshole smelled and tasted like. He knew what the hair of man in his armpits felt like against his tongue. And he had witnessed his son drinking down the semen of another man.

Would they talk about this or pretend it never happened?

King Taron lay back on the bed, content to fall asleep….leaving Aris and Hector to figure things out for themselves.

 

[bs29697]

Aris and Hector have A LOT of things to discuss after their night with King Taron.

Brian

 

[Thanatos]

Great story, cocklust.

Are there any news from king Taron? I so much would like to read it.

 

[Thanatos]

Hi cocklust. Are there any new chapters coming?

Thanks

 

[Santhis]

The king should pass law that once a boy comes of age its hisbfathers duty to make his son a man. Evey nobleman must fuck his son infront of the king and his court to swear loyalty.