Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2023 01:59:08 +0000 From: TabTales Subject: Behind the King's Door M/b, fantasy, fisting, watersports, anal sex, This story is a work of FICTION and contains explicit, graphic sexual acts between men and prepubescent boys. If this offends you or is considered illegal material where you are, I urge you to leave now. Events in the story are entirely fabricated and no character, event or setting is based on real life locations or people (either living or dead). Author retains copyrights to this work. This story is not intended to influence the actions of others and its contents SHOULD NOT be viewed as support or encouragement for any behavior. Everything presented is simply taboo fantasy from a guy that de-stresses by writing perverted shit. Please donate to Nifty if possible! ::Behind the King's Door:: When her lady in waiting rushed into the garden, Queen Heila promptly stopped tending to her flowers. "Well?" The queen asked, placing her trimmers down daintily, but with a noticeable shake of the hand, "The king...is he..." Queen Heila couldn't bring herself to ask the question about her new husband. After four royal marriages that ended in divorce, speaking of the recurring offense that continued to destroy her relationships made her weak. Thankfully her lady in waiting, a long time servant and confidant, did not need words to understand her question. Was the king having an affair? "His highness has been locked in his chambers for days my lady, it's true..." The lady in waiting said lowly. A small sob escaped the queen. Experience taught her that when a king took root in his room for days, it meant he was playing host to a courtier with ambitions or bevy of whores. She made to cover her face with her hands in shame, but her lady in waiting quickly grasped her wrists to stop her. There was a quivering grin on the woman's face. "Let me finish, mistress! It's true he has locked himself in his chambers, but it's all been for you. The king has been in solitude planning an extravagant party to honor your mid-year as man and wife! All by his own hands! The shock on the queen's face was palpable, "W-what? For m-me?" "Aye, your majesty! His servants have shared with me that when an event concerns his loved ones the king refuses to let others muss it up! He takes care of all the planning himself. He even planned your entire wedding!" "No!" A girlish blush crept across the older queen's face as she recalled every delectable detail from her wedding months prior. It was a lavish affair with two days of endless wine, grand dances and mountains of gifts- nothing like the simple weddings in her home country. To think the king- her husband- a man that had never even seen her before their wedding day-had went to such lengths for her! "The servants speak true your majesty. I spied the doors to the king's chambers all week and the only soul in and out for the last four days has been Tomas the page boy. The boy has been a disheveled mess running messages to and fro the king's bedroom!" The women shared a laugh and Queen Heila, feeling much better about her newest arranged marriage, picked up her trimmers and returned her attentions back to the flowers below her. She hummed as she worked. 'Such delightful flowers in this odd country!' She thought happily, 'And such wonderfully delightful men!' . . . In the palace, far away from the gardens and relieved women, down the halls of the royal quarters and past the sound-killing magi-stone doors of the king's chamber, a wail was muffled. Tomas the page boy, little and hairless and freshly nine, clamped his small hands over his mouth to smother his cries. His naked body wriggled in agony on the silk-covered bed of King Reginald, where he had been on his back for hours with his chunky, baby-fat covered legs pushed into the air and spread wide. The king sat on his knees in front of Tomas, hungrily kissing the boy's inner thighs as he forced his small legs back. As he forced young Tomas into the best position to be molested. "You taste damn delicious today, boy!" The king's deep voice bellowed happily between every kiss. His booming voice died against the magi-stones embedded in the walls throughout the room. Not even the smallest sound slipped through and reached the guard stationed outside the door. "I thought tonguin' your sweet puss at breakfast would satisfy me, but your nasty little body is making me hunger!" King Reginald dragged his wide, royal tongue slowly over Tomas' undropped balls before engulfing the tiny grapes wholly into his mouth. He suckled the boy like a starved babe, relishing in the taste of the sack. The sweat-salted flavor of the boy's privates was divine; one of the best of all the unwashed lads his tongue had tasted. Reginald was certain Tomas was loving the feel of his thick, black beard against his sensitive taint. "M'lord! P-please," Tomas quietly squeaked, "Y-you have to p-plan for yo-your anniversar-ahhh~ Nyaahhh!!" Reginald slurped up Tomas' little cocklet within his mouth, shutting the boy up. He had become all business since he turned nine; not nearly as fun as the five year old Reginald once knew. The inexperienced Tomas was eager to abandon his duties for suckle-play with his king. "Ahh! P-pleassEe! M-m'lord! We-naahhggh- we must plan!!" The shivers and begging cries Tomas released did not stop Reginald's assault. He was a king of perversion and what was happening- the tabooness of it all- thrilled him. It made his thick cock tent obscenely in his pants. To think that he, the king of a nation, one fully dressed in lavish cape and intricate, golden crown, was on his knees servicing a commoner boy! One who, by the overly ripe taste of little Tomas' flesh, was dangerously close to unwashed peasant! It was disgusting. It was wonderful! "N-no more...P-uhlleasseee," Tomas croaked through his fingers. He moved one of his tiny hands and tried his best to push away the crowned head feasting between his thighs, but there was no stopping King Reginald. The man had suffered pussy for six months, ever since his wedding night! Though his lips found some satisfaction in the juices that squirted from between his old queen's legs, it was nothing compared to the taste of a boy. King Reginald was starved for little boy cock. He demanded his fill. "Behave, Tomas!" King Reginald uttered sternly, releasing the boy's cock and balls from his hungry mouth for only a moment. A thick strands of spit drooped from the king's drooled covered chin and tangled beared to Tomas' tiny balls, "Unless...perhaps your pleas of 'no' mean you wish for a deeper service from your lord? Is that it, boy?" A grin appeared on the king's face and young Tomas' expression turned into one of horror. "N-no, M-m'lord! We-we have no time!!" Tomas hiccuped. He shook his head wildly as the king brought a thick index finger to his tiny hole and lovingly traced circles around it. "P-please sire! I-I c-can't! Not today! I h-have so many duties!" The hole was still wet from the rimjob he forced Tomas to endure at breakfast. How Tomas screamed in agonized pleasure as he was forced to sit on Reginald's face so the king could eat the jam and sweet biscuits he had smashed between Tomas' butt cheeks. The boy hated the breakfast gunked against his hole (what a waste to the commoner born boy), but couldn't deny the magic of the wet tongue up his hole while his baby dick ground into the king's thick, coarse beard. Reginald's tongue had penetrated so deep within Tomas' reluctant hole at breakfast the tiniest push would open up the wrinkled entrance now. "P-please continue to suckle me! P-pleasee m'lord, just s-suckle don't finger! PLEASE! I l-love your tongueeaaHHhnnyahhhhHHHhhH!!!" Tomas screamed as his hairless boy hole was penetrated by the Reginald's massive finger. "Such an accommodating pussy," Reginald cooed as Tomas' screams grew louder and louder, "I barely have an inch and it opens for me!" "PleAsEEaaGHh!! NooOO!!" Tomas moaned. He tried to tighten his pussy hole, making the king laugh. "Oh, Tomas!" Reginald laughed, "Remember: you'll be screaming in delight once its inside you." "NoooOooo m'lord please..." Tomas continued, his screams dying into low moans. He couldn't help but open wider at the king's words- just the smallest bit. King Reginald's fingers were as thick and calloused as he was; by themselves perfectly designed to finger-fuck any boy's stubborn pussy to several crashing boygasms. As a strapping seventeen year-old attending a famed royal academy, he forged many future alliances with his fingers alone. The young kings, crown princes and noblemen that were now his most sworn allies were once beardless whelps that adored the attentions teenage Reginald lavished on them. King Illien of Ventsmare, for example, was a powerhouse of a warrior that had fought many battles alongside Reginald. He also had his first wet cum nakedly straddling Reginald's waist when he was only ten years-old. Illien had cried out a declaration of eternal loyalty as he coated Reginald's uniform with his watery boy seed while the teen jackhammered his pussy with two fingers. But with Tomas, King Reginald never relied on his fingers alone for molestation, skilled as they were. Because, really, what good was it to be king if the title didn't allow for some perks in bed? Halfway down each of the fingers on Reginald's right hand sat a large, magnificent ring. All five were the kingdom's famed mage jewels; powerful relics that granted any sitting king magical powers. It was these rings that gave Reginald the power to destroy nations and lead armies. These rings that gave him the power to bless a boy with an unforgettable orgasm. Every ring held a massive gem embedded on it, each with its own unique color and rounded design. Each gemstone crackled lowly with magical power. As King Reginald dug deeper into Tomas' boy cunt, the yellow-gemed ring on his index finger caught at the lad's wrinkled hole. The round gemstone was too large for the small entrance; it would not let the finger in further. King Reginald smiled, pushed harder, and the ring's giant jewel began to pry open Tomas' kiddie pussy like a cock's head would. Tomas prepared himself. He knew with the royal rings, King Reginald's finger play was destructive. Their rounded, bumpy designs and the magic infused in them turned the king's finger fucking from overwhelming to mind-breaking. "Neennnnggghhh!!!" Tomas groaned as the index finger's plump, yellow-stoned gem pushed past his splincther. The huge bobble pushed right against his prostate, making the boy twist and grunt. And then, with glee, King Reginald activated the yellow gem's magic,"ANNGGTHHAAYYAHHHH!!!!!!!NNOOTTTHHHAAAYYYY!!!!" Thomas bellowed at the top of his lungs as the yellow ring released low amounts of magical lightning. The lightning wasn't strong enough to hurt the boy, but enough to shock his anal walls into contracting and expanding against their will. "NNGGAAGGHHH!!!!" Tomas pounded his fist against the king's head with all his might, but it was useless. The man absorbed the boy's pathetic blows, and began finger-fucking Tomas in earnest. "You know the lightning ring can feel like heaven or hell, boy!" Reginald grinned, looking into Tomas' teary eyes, "Relax, beauty, and it'll feel like heaven." "Y-yess m'm'm'lorraaAGHHH!!!!" Tomas continued to scream and cry at every finger-thrust and twist the king forced into him. Each movement sent magical electricity jolting through his anal cavity; sometimes shocks so powerful Tomas felt the electric buzz in his stomach and the tip of his little cock. Tomas screamed and whined and hollered again and again and again. Every sound he made died against the room's silencing magi-stones. The soft, tight flesh of his boy pussy shook and loosened around King Reginald's darting index finger. When the king inserted his middle finger- along with the big, red-stoned ring on it-Tomas squealed like a slutty pig. The man's calloused finger tips rubbed and pulled at 'his anal walls, opening the boy for thicker invasions. "NooOOONOOONOO!!!" Tomas hollered harder as the burning heat of the flame ring exploded his boy pussy. "OUTT!!TTAAKEKEEE ITTTTTT OUUTTTTT!!" Tomas' body went into survival mode. His legs flailed. His asshole pushed out on its own, desperate to shit out the king's magic infused fingers. King Reginald smiled as the boy's body temperature rose and began sweating sweet-tasting boy sweat. All the while Tomas' cunt pushed out, trying its hardest to expel the fingers and powerful rings, "Ah, keep pushing boy! The flame ring's getting your pussy nice and loose for me!" The large, spherical rings on both fingers battered against little Tomas' poor commoner-boy prostate again and again. Every graze of the yellow stone against his boy button shocked the lad's prostate hard before spiking jolts of overwhelming pleasure everywhere from his dicklet to his toes. Every touch of the red stone sent a burst of heat exploding against the prostate, making Tomas push out more and more of his anus; gaping himself for the king. It hurt the boy. And it felt fucking amazing. And Tomas' tiny boy cock- so soft when King Reginald started his play- rose to its full two-inch glory. "Nyehhh! THEREEE! RIGHT THEREEEE!!!" Tomas screamed, gyrating his hip to fuck himself more on the king's two fingers. He wanted those big, fancy rings to punch and abuse his slutty prostate with their magical might harder. He wanted to HURT until his nasty king gave him a little boy orgasm. "HITT! HIT! HITTT!! HITT ITT AGAIN M'LORDDDD! PUHLLEAASSEEE!!!" The boy whinnied and squealed and shook like a wild animal. His eyes drifted into the back of his skull. His hands stopped hitting Reginald and gripped up his beard to use as reins as he rode his king's two fingers. Tomas had finally switched over to the boy Reginald loved! The molestation chasing kiddie-whore that lived to have dirty boy `gasms. "HITT ITTTTTT!!!" Tomas shouted- demanded- tugging the king's beard as harshly as possible. He squealed out, "UgghghaaaHHHaahHHHHHHH" when Reginald sped up his pace, jackhammering the boy's squelching cunt hole and really abusing the tiny pleasure button it hid inside. "Give chase, my little whore," King Reginald laughed, shoving two more fingers in the boy's stretched pussy. The blue and brown rings attached to them exploded with magical sensation that made Tomas seize up for a moment. And then the boy SCREAMED. He screamed and sprayed a torrent of spit from his mouth as the new thick fingers and their large rings were jammed in his pussy and began digging alongside the others. "Chase your little orgasm hard! Shake and nut for your king!!" Four fingers. Four thick, magic-ringed, king fingers hammered into the boy relentlessly. Tomas was dumb and drooling from the pleasure now; the pleasure of being almost-fisted. The joy of his boy whole being forced to transform into a king's sloppy pussy. Somewhere inside he had a thought to squeeze his quickly loosening anal walls, but they did not give. The boy's hole was too loose and weak to tighten on his command. All Tomas could do was whine and cry as he felt every bump and ridge of the four rings abusing his asshole. "FuuullLLlll..." Tomas gritted, his little face turning red. Tears streamed down his eyes, but his dazed, almost enlightened, expression showed no pain. The newly added tundra and terra rings worked their magic inside Tomas' hole; creating large, solid, perfectly rounded balls of ice and stone one after another. The stones would grow bigger and bigger within Tomas' ass, pushing against Tomas' prostate, bladder and King Reginald's hand until they were too big and the boy's pussy couldn't expand anymore. Then they'd dissapear and start the process over again."SssOO FULLLLLLLLLL!!!!" King Reginald scoffed, "But Tomas! I haven't added my thumb," the man caressed Tomas' smooth taint with his thumb lovingly as his four other fingers battered the little whore's insides, "You know we can't forget the thumb, boy! It has the largest and most important jewel on it!" "FuuUuLlLLlllLl," was Tomas' whiny response.The four giant fingers in the boy's ass and the large jewels they donned were putting so much pressure on the boy's poor prostate he began to cry from the feeling, "WwhhaahaHHHAaaH!!! FFUF-FFFUULLLLL!!!!" Poor Tomas was too over stimulated; too lost in the pressures forced onto his juvenile pussy. With the bursts of magic exploding in his asshole, he was dangerously close to cumming. So lost in pleasure was Tomas, that he didn't register the king's desire to fully fist his spazzing, distending hole. Not until the man's thumb stopped massaging his taint and began pushing its way inside Tomas. "ToooOOo FUUUuuLLLLllLL!!!" Tomas whined to no one. The lad's eyes were entirely in the back of his skull now. The boy scratched at his lower stomach where pressure built like a child possessed. "MOREE!!!FULLLLLllLLL!Noo!! MooOOrRREEE!!" "Just one more ring, beauty...Ngghh! There we go!" With a grunt, King Reginald shoved in his thumb alongside his other digits in Tomas' stretched out boy cunt. Tomas had taken them now- all five fingers. He was fisted. Reginald didn't pound Tomas' ass now that the lad was fully impaled on most of his hand. He simply moved so the thumb ring was directly over the lad's prostate. He gave the smallest movemnt- barely a twitch of the thumb-and the white-gemmed force ring went to work. "AGHGHHHAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Tomas' scream was so harsh and bestial one of the door's magi-stones cracked as it absorbed the sound. "NONONONON!!!!AAGHGHHHHHHAHAHHHHH!!!!!" The boy began pounding his stomach hard, trying to stop the intense bursts exploding in him. His body lurched up from the bed as if possessed by a demon. Tomas lost all control from the magic infused fist lodged in his too-small asshole. "TTAAKKKKEEEEE OUUUTTTTTTT!!!!" "Enjoy the ride, sweet boy. Enjoy." King Reginald cooed. He kissed at the boy's inner thigh as they flailed before once again engulfing his cock and balls whole. The screams and cries and begging of Tomas did not deter him from his joyful sucking. King Reginald knew the feeling the boy was experiencing. He experienced the same feelings when he himself was a young prince and the willing plaything of his father. How Reginald loved those days in his father's chambers, splayed across his broad lap. How he eagerly took finger after magic infused finger up his princely hole, drooling and screaming and pissing all over his father's official clothing as the man fingered and fisted him. Reginald's own little boy screams were snuffed out by the silencing magi-stones that made up his father's room, and there were many screams. Reginald would scream especially hard when his father finger-fucked him with the thumb ring. The `force' ring. In battle it gave a king strength comparable to any orc, giant or beastman. In bed, a simple tap of it against your lover's special spot felt like an army was pummeling at their prostate directly. An army of giants that gave little care about breaking a boy. "UGH! UGGHHH!!" Tomas grunted in beast-like speech. The breath was punched out of his lungs with every minute movement of Reginald's thumb. The king continued to lovingly slurp on the boy's tiny cock nd balls as he taped out agonizing rhythms against Tomas' prostate. Ones he loved drummed against his own boy nub in childhood. He tapped a one tap rhythm that felt as if an enormous giant had given his boy nub an open palmed slap, "UGGNNHH!!!!!" Tomas cried, face red and tear stained. He drummed a one-two rhythm that Reginald knew was forcing Tomas' desperate prostate to feel like those same giants were now grinded his little pleasure button with the heels of their feet. Slowly crushing the magic spot their weight, "AGGHHHRHHA!!!AHHHGGGH!!!!!!!" And King Reginald hit out a constant three-one rhythm. The same rhythm his father would use whenever he wanted to break Reginald's childish mind. It was as if the imaginary army of giants wielded their heaviest, most brutal clubs and were HAMMERING down on the prostate with all their might. Hammering. Continuously. "GRRAHGHGHAAHGHKKEEK!!!!" Tomas screamed. He shouted and scratched and cried as he felt the force ring's magic work. As he felt like his little prostate was being hammered with clubs until they burst again and again and again. And then, all at once, King Reginald was fisting again. Really FISTING. Hard and fast, activating all his magic rings at once as he punched into young Tomas' guts. He would take out most of his hand now, only to SHOVE it all back in with brutal determination. "FUCKING WHORE BOY!" Reginald thought as he hammered the boy's hole while giving him the sloppiest blowjob of his life. "MY SWEET, PIG-CUNTED BEAUTY!" The king sweated as he worked. A vein of concentration exploded on his wrinkled brow. Tomas continued to wail and batter, crying and red-faced with veins of focus on his own brows. "AGGG! AGG! AMGMGNGHAGAGAGHHHAAAGNN!!!!!" Tomas' upper body lurched fully from the bed and the boy grabbed onto King Reginald's head. He thrashed his head frontwards and backwards, he punched at his sides and stomach and at King Reginald's crowned head. He belted and bleared as he was forced to feel a fist fucking no child's body was meant to endure. One no human's mind was ready to handle. It went on for what felt like hours. And as Tomas moaned and groaned, Reginald's broad tongue and mouth continued to overpowered his little cock and balls. His slimy tongue tugged down and slithered its way into the lad's foreskin, rejoicing at the grime found there. He sucked and nibbled on the boy's ballsack, leaving purple hickey marks there. The king used all his expertise as a pleaser of boys on Tomas' cock. Every skill he honed as a little princeling, sucking on the unwashed cocks of his family's teenage stable boys on the nights he didn't spend with his father. Nights that were passed polishing the rank cocks of the palace's teens clean. Tomas' commoner cock, which had started the day so filthy, had been sucked clean of all it's filth and grime. "NO! PEE!!! NO!!!" Tomas kicked his little legs wildly, bucking like a trapped horse. His ability to speak words surprised Reginald, who slowed his fisting long enough to let the boy spit out his words. "P-lleasseee m'lorrd. I-if I-I gasmm, I'll p-p-PEE! I-I don't w-wanna p-peeee!" The plea was heard, but ignored. For the thought of little Tomas exploding with piss- the thought of him coating King Reginald's royal tongue with the sordid, hot remains of goat's milk and the sugared water the boy loved to drink- was a thought so foul and exciting it spurred the king to suck harder. To hate-fist the boy. He tightened his grip around the lad's ankle. He balled his fingers into a fist within the lad and summoned more power from the rings. And then he PUNCHED. He punched deeper than he knew he should have within Tomas, twisting as he did. Again and again the man pummeled the boy's spazzing hole, sometimes removing his hole hand only to quickly slam his fist back into Tomas, deeper than before. "GREERHHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Tomas screamed once more. And once more a crack formed in one of the magi-stones that lined the room. "UGHAGHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHHHHHH!!!!FFUGHHHAAHH!!!" Reginald punched and punched and punched, using all the might the force ring gifted him with to destroy the boy's insides. More magi-stones cracked. More screams came from Tomas. Reginald hammered away at the weak anal walls until he suddenly found himself fore-arm deep inside Tomas. Just a little more and he'd be elbow deep in Tomas. Did he dare? "MmnnnnnnnAAGHHHHH!!!" Kind Reginald moan-shouted happily, feeling the boy's balls tighten and his anal walls begin to spaz uncontrollably as he tried to push deep- elbow deep- into the small lad. "AASHGHGHH!!!! DEEEEPPPPPP!!!!! KIIINNGGGGG!!!" Tomas screamed- so loudly that the lad's voice shattered another stone and seeped out- just a bit- to the guard outside. The boy would come soon and Reginald wanted to taste all the boy could give. "AGGHHHAHAHHHHHNNGGGHH!!!" "Mnnnnnnnmmmm!" "AG! AHGHA! NEEAGGHHHHAGAGAHHHAAHHH!!!! Moans and screams intertwined in the king's chamber. Boy and man sweat together, and the lines between pleasure and pain blurred. And then he came. GOD, the boy came! Tomas came! Hard and violently and dry, he shuddered out a seedless boygasm that echoed against the rooms walls and slipped through the cracked magi-stones, "NNNNYYYAAAHHHGGHHHHHH!!!" Tomas thrashed and buckled as his balls quivered in confusion. They weren't meant to shoot seed- not yet- and shook and rattled in the boy's sack as he fell backwards and spasmed on the silk sheets once more. Tomas' tiny, two-inch boy cock matched his body's jerking movements on the king's tongue. "Mmmmmmm~" The king moaned happily as the boy's dicklet twitched and released the smallest, most insignificant dribble of a watery substance. The small taste of not-cum would keep King Roland satisfied for the rest of the year. "Ah! Ahhhh..." Tomas' cries began to die down and slowly, gently, King Reginald removed his arm from the boy. His fist exited Tomas' pussy with a wet plop and Reginald knew the hole would be a delicious looking gaped mess. One that would be a pleasure to eat out at tomorrow's breakfast. "OooOooohhh~" Tomas uttered, defeated. As he regained his wits, he realized King Reginald was still latched to his quickly softening cock. Tomas heaved quietly and relaxed. He knew what the king was waiting for. In moments, his exhausted cock began trickling spurts of piss in the king's mouth. It became a full stream in seconds. "Good boy, Tomas. So good!" King Reginald gushed, sucking and licking and swallowing the hot piss that erupted from the boy's cock. He did it in a sloppy fashion, ensuring plenty of the steamy kid-piss made it not just down his throat, but all over his thick beard as well. Reginald paid no mind to the piss splashes coating his regal cape and clothing; he seemed to revel in it in fact. At one point he pointed the boy's endless stream at his crown and let the hot, golden piss wash over it and drench down, covering his face. When the piss stream ended, King Reginald finally rose from between the boy's legs. In a display of non-royal decorum, he plopped himself onto his bed right next to the naked boy. He scooped Tomas up to rest atop of his piss-coated clothing stomach to stomach. They both sighed in satisfaction as they settled into a raunchy cuddle. . . . "Can you get it hard again, boy?" The king asked, rubbing the boy's back lovingly. "Can't..." Tomas replied breathlessly, "Can't 'gasm again, sire...Gotta...plan...anniversary..." King Reginald frowned, "Hmm...." There was silence for a moment. King Reginald continued to rub the lad's back and listened as his breathing returned to normal. And then he spoke. "Young Tomas is out of `gasms~" Reginald sung, suddenly. There was a perverted, dark humor in his tone, "Yet his poor king has yet to spasm! Oh what are we to do~" "M-M'ord?" Tomas went tried to rise from his king's stomach, but Reginald's strong arms held him in place. Panic raced through Tomas' mind as King Reginald pushed him lower, until the boy's sore ass was grinding against the massive tent in the king's pants. "M-m'lord!" Tomas stammered, "W-would you l-like me to s-service you with my mouth before we plan-" "Oh what is a king to do~?" Reginald continued to sing, ignoring the boy's offer. He reached one hand to his crotch and undid the strings on his pants. Immediately his fat, nasty, cock sprung from the trouseres. Tomas yelped as the thick, plumb-sized head slapped directly against his gaped hole. A thick torrent of precum was already leaking from the man, and it coated splattered about as the cock slapped against Tomas, leaving a gooey trail across the child's small butt cheeks and taint. Reginald sung more, "Perhaps he'll give a fuck or two~!" . . . . "I'm sorry my queen, but I can't let you in...his majesty is occupied." Queen Heila stood outside the king's chambers, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She thought to surprise her husband with a visit, but was met with her own surprise. Who was this guard to refuse entry to her own husband's room? The young guard picked up on the woman's feelings and leaned forward to whisper. He put on his most apologetic voice for the woman, "My queen, I am truly sorry. His majesty has been on a warpath shouting plans for your anniversary within, and I fear you hearing any would pose a threat to us all. He nearly exiled the entire staff when his mother was spoiled on the type of wine he'd serve for her birthday!" The reminder of her husband's hard work for their anniversary rose the queen's spirits, "Oh that man!Please make sure he receives these flowers. A reminder to step outside once in a while!" The guard nodded and took the arrangement from the Queen Heila. He saluted her as she left, leaving him to the emptiness of the hall. When he was sure the woman was gone, he sighed in relief. And then he was silent. He waited, waited for another slip. Another moment where he could hear what was occurring within the walls. It did not take long. "Ah-ah~ W-we could invite t-the queen's s-sistersaaaaGGGh!" Tomas' moaned words came through the cracked silencing stones; just low enough for the guard to hear. Inside the room he was hunched over the king's wooden table, scribbling notes as King Reginald slowly fucked into his gaped out asshole from behind. The lad's feet didn't touch the ground as Reginald steadied the boy on the wooden table by holding his hips. "What a smart idea, boy!" Reginald panted. He was naked and hunched over the lad. Sweat droplets fell from his body onto Tomas' back and the paper the lad scribbled on, "You get ten thrusts for that!" "Ayh! Ayhh!!" Tomas' squeals were practically girlish as Reginald hammered in ten quick thrusts within the boy as he wrote. The boy went cross-eyed as he was fucked and the thrusts made his hands spasm, turning his writing into nonsense. "Ngghh! Fuccckk!!" Reginald groaned, fucking as hard into the boy as he could. His hairy asshole was exposed with every thrust. Reginald's wrinkled, royal starfish spasmed from the powerful vibrations of the force ring. He had shoved it up his ass when he began fucking Tomas. "I-I w-want my dear wife to- ffuck boy, tighten, just like that- I-I want her to have desserts from her h-homeland! L-let the kitchen staff know!" "Yesssss m'loroaaaaadd~ahh! Har-harderaahh!! CuMMINnNNGGG!!!!" Tomas scribbled the king's words as a full body dry cum washed over him. Without meaning to, his cock released bursts of piss, staining his notes. "Dirty boy! Fucking whore of a lad!" Reginald grunted, his own balls tightening, "GOOODDDSS!!" With one brutal slam, King Reginald buried his cock balls deep into the young boy. They both groaned in pleasure as Reginald's shot nine thick bursts of king cum up Tomas' little pussy. "I want the royal dancers from Ventsmare to perform for her as well..." Reginald heaved. There was a kingly air about his words that made Tomas' spine tingle. Reginald had finally cum enough to return to his royal duties. "Send a message to king Illien requesting them." He stayed buried in the boy's ass as he spoke, cock still hard but his attentions less on the feel of Tomas' gaped cunt, and more on the thoughts of his anniversary. "I'll send one immediately, m'lord." Tomas said, his own air of formalness returning. He went to move, but King Reginald placed a strong hand on his back and held him in place. "I have to piss, boy." the king said with a smile, "Why don't you scribe my anniversary speech while I piss fuck you, beauty." King Reginald didn't wait for a reply. Tomas' could feel the man's piss exploding into his anal cavity; merging with the many loads there. "Yes m'lord," Tomas said with a sigh, turning to a fresh page as Reginald began thrusting into him once more. Piss oozed out of the sides of Tomas' stretched boyhole. So much for the king retunring to his royal self! "To my dearest Heila..." Reginald began, humping his pissing cock deep into Tomas as he spoke. The boy began writing diligently, squeezing his king's cock with his piggy cunt as he did. Outside the king's chambers the guard on duty jerked furiously, ear to the king's door. He bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning as he came in his hand.