Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2023 02:42:32 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Kingdom of Franica Chapter 10

       This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This
homoerotica sets in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Age. It wasn't
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Characters List:

Louis Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Early twenties. A blonde-haired man
with a lean solid toned body who had pretty blue eyes. He looked like a
sculpture with his sharp nose, curly hair, and sharp jaws. He has a perky
round butt that wasn't too big or too small. He was a king and always
carried himself as a noble no matter where he was.

Charles II Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Deceased (early
forties). Louis's late father. A blonde-haired man with a lean muscular
body. He looked just like Louis, except he was older and has more beard and
body hair. They even shared the same size butt and demeanor, except he was
much stricter.

Pepin Carolingian: 6" cock. Frankish. Early Forties. Louis's uncle. A
blonde-haired man who looked like a little bit older Louis more than his
brother or his son. But where as Louis looked gentle and benevolent, Pepin
looked mean and snotty.

Hugo Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Louis's cousin. Late twenties. A
naturally beefy guy who didn't need any exercise to keep his body in a
well-shape. He had huge pecs and a solid gut. Despite being married, he was
the leader of the bachelor's group in Louis's court. A degenerate and
well-known flirt.

Patrick MacCarthal: 9" uncut cock. Leinster. Early twenties. He was lean
and slightly toned with red pubic hairs similar to his head. He was a
handsome cheeky man with green eyes. He was the youngest son of the
Chieftain of Leinster. His body wasn't as hairy as his dad's, but he did
have some hair on his chest and ass.

Stephanus: 5" thin cock. Frankish. Late sixties. Louis's court chaplain. He
was an archbishop and everything you'd expect from a rotting old priest
would like; old, wrinkly, and fat. Despite being old, his stamina was as
young as any teenager.

Baptiste Hartmann: 6" cut cock. Frankish. Early Forties. Louis's
Marshall. He was a huge man built like a brick. He had swept-back blonde
hair and goatee. He had a huge pair of pecs and thighs, and there was
almost no fat in his body. He was obsessed with his muscle. He was also one
of Charles's best friends.

Percival Hartmann: 10" cut cock. Frankish. Late Twenties. Baptiste's oldest
and favorite son. He had ear-length blonde hair covering half of his
forehead. He was a giant man with a body and face like an adonis. He had
nice pectoral muscles, eight clearly defined pecs, and a nicely v-shaped
waist. He was one of Louis's strongest knights, but his brain was not well
developed.

Jacques Hartmann: 6" cut cock. Frankish. Early Twenties. Baptiste's
youngest son. He had short blonde hair and a baby face. He looked way
younger than he was supposed to be. Although Baptiste thought of him as a
failure, he had a similar body size to his father with muscles equally as
big. He was without a doubt the smartest in his family.

Joseph Guilart: 2" cut but thick cock. Frankish. Early forties. Count of
Callais. The oldest between Charles's best friends. He had blonde undercut
hair and shaved beard. He also had a pair of dark blue eyes and thin
wrinkles on his forehead. He wasn't as huge as Baptiste, but his muscle was
shaped nicely, though he did have a little bit of a beer gut. He also had
huge arms and wide shoulders. He was as hot-headed as Baptiste and Charles.

Jamie Capet: 2" cut cock. Mid-twenties. One of Hugo's friends. Louis's
distant cousin. He had long blonde hair which he tied nicely and a pair of
green eyes. He was the most handsome in Hugo's group but also had the
smallest cock that looked like a toothpick. His body has no fat, but no
muscle either. He was famous for his ways with words. He was the biggest
Casanova, and whenever he got a girl/wife, he'd give them to Gaston after
he finished. Despite all of that, girls still loved him, and now, he even
had his newly formed fan club filled by husbands.

Josiah Bonnaire: only half an inch hard cut cock. Late twenties. Son of a
local lord and Hugo's closest friend. He was a huge muscle man, probably as
big as Pontikos with a big bubbly round ass and pecs. His body was smooth
with no hair. He was black-haired and had a jaw like a sculpted masterpiece
of an artist. He was not the most handsome of the bunch, Jamie beat him,
but he had more masculine flair than Jamie's naughty almost childlike
attitude. Like Jamie, he also gave his conquest to Gaston whenever he
finished with them. Still, he had a lot of confidence to make up for his
lack of length.

Karl Meyer: 8" cut cock. Late twenties. One of Hugo's friends. A rich noble
bachelor from Saxony who became a full-time painter in Francia. He had
dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He wasn't a huge man with muscle, but he
was the tallest. He had thick bones so his body looked big despite the lack
of muscle. He wasn't as well groomed as the rest and sometimes he even
appeared unkempt. However, it made him look like a rugged prince and the
bad boy that the mother warned their daughter about, so he had no problem
with getting some tails. Even though he could satisfy his partners with his
8" cock, he'd still give his conquests to Gaston when he finished.

Gaston de Paris: 8" super thick cock. Late-thirties. One of Hugo's
friends. He was not young, not rich, and certainly not a bachelor. His
money came from his wife's family business which he got to own since the
faith ban women from owning a business. He wasn't handsome, but his body
was to die for. He wasn't just a lump of muscle like Baptiste, he was a
bodybuilding adonis, but he was a bit short. He had nice pecs, a big butt,
and a big cock. He was tanned and had tied long black hair. Despite his
growing wrinkles, he refused to look and act old. His shirt was often two
buttons short just to reveal his thick furry pecs. Despite his beautiful
body, he was still the last on the waiting list for the ladies. However, he
knew his friends would give them to him once they were done, so he loved to
use the ladies until he was satisfied. He tried to ruin their holes as much
as possible.

Lancelot de Bordeaux: 7" cock. Frankish. Mid-twenties. The famous Knight of
the Rose. He was handsome, tall, and muscular, all around Adonis. He had
shoulder length brunette-hair and five o'clock shadow, which somehow fit
well with his big doe eyes and supple lips. His best feature was his phat
bubbly asscheeks that even his armor couldn't hide.

Damien Le Roux: 8" uncut cock. Frankish. Mid-thirties. He was a thin
good-looking man who dressed handsomely as well. He had dark hair and a
short beard. he was the court jester during Charles' reign, and now he was
the event organizer for Louis. Like Hugo, he was also a flirt despite being
married.

Mason Le Roux: 6" uncut cock. Frankish. Teen. Damien's son. He was a
handsome man with pale skin. His hair was dark without any beard or body
hair, except pubes. He was his father's partner in crime in their
sexcapades and often saw double-teaming any holes they could find. He was
married to a young girl.

Bartholomew Russo: 6" cut cock. Italian. Late thirties. He was a handsome
man with a bald head and a nice mustache. He dressed in expensive clothes
and often looked like a snob. He was also the heir to a powerful merchant's
house in Liguria. He was a friend of Pepin Carolingian and often fucked his
wife.

Martin Moymir: 6" cut cock. Slavic. Late twenties. He had black hair and
black eyes. He was an adonis with a muscular body. He had massive pecs and
tits. His abs were washboard eight packs with strong calves. He had dimples
just like his uptight muscular round butt. He was also the youngest and
dearest brother of the King of Moravia.

Cian Walsh: 7" uncut cock with a bulbous head. Leinster. Early forties. He
was an average-looking man despite the scars on his face. He had short
blonde hair which he shaved on the sides of his head. His body was covered
in tattoos. Although he wasn't a hunk, he was a muscular man with an
eight-pack. He used to be an ugly man with no respect for making himself
look good. Once he fell head over heels for Louis, he began changing
himself to look more presentable.

Shawn: 7" uncut cock. Leinster. Mid-thirties. Cian's head bitch. He was a
handsome man with sandy blonde hair and a thin goatee. His body was
toned. He loved to provoke Cian because it would make Cian rougher to
him. He was hated by everyone.

William: 7" can thick cock. Norse.  Early thirties. He was rough around the
edge and had tattoos on his thick arms and hairy body. He had braided
blonde hair. He was a hunk who worked as Louis's blacksmith.

Adam: 6" thick cock. Mixed Norse-Frankish. Early teen. A bastard. William's
adopted son. He was a much more handsome man than his father. Although he
wasn't muscular, he did have some muscle on him. He also had a smooth body
in contrast to William's hairy body. He was William's adopted son and
protégé who looked like William.

Pierre: 5" Bottle-thick cock. Frankish. Early forties. The stablemaster. He
had auburn short hair and shaved beard that had grown longer than it
should. He didn't care about grooming which only added more charisma to his
ruggish look. He hooked up regularly with Charlotte, Louis's cousin, and
often shared her with William.

       They held a feast right after the accolade, and not a second pass
without Louis in Patrick's arms. Patrick moved his seat closer to Louis,
even closer than Isabella to Louis, giggling and whispering as they dined
while their courtiers toasted for Patrick's new promotion. They were no
longer shy or fearful of showing their affection toward each other. Maybe
after spending some time away from each other, their relationship sparked a
new flame that simply could not care for others' perceptions of them. All
they cared about was that they were each other. They made out in front of
everyone while Louis's hand stayed on Patrick's crotch while he
manspreading his legs. Patrick made Louis feed him the food, and when it
was Patrick's time to feed Louis, he went for sausages. He made sure Louis
sucked it like he was sucking a cock before letting the emperor eat the
sausages. When Louis wanted to drink wine, Patrick drank the wine before
pouring it into Louis's mouth right from his. All the while, he had his
fingers deep in Louis's ass, which wasn't hard for the courtiers to see. If
that wasn't enough, Patrick wasn't particularly sneaky when he pulled out
his hand out of Louis's trousers and fed Louis his finger that just had
been inside Louis's own ass.

       Of course, such displays of affection towards a male, even if the
said male was a best friend, were unfounded for a monarch, but the fear of
ruining the emperor's mood back to sour as it had been previous nights made
the courtiers did not dare to question the emperor's behavior. And if they
were honest with themselves, spectating the lewd acts made them quite horny
as well. Besides, the euphoria from the wild drug sex parties they had was
still latched in their mind. Everyone still could remember how they fucked
each other like monkeys. Especially, the cuck husbands who found themselves
fighting the urge to bring Jamie roses so he could let them have a go at
his newly christened cunt. Some of them even thought of offering their
wives instead of roses.

       The presence of Zhong, the alien heathen who was now the court
physician, wasn't helping either, or rather, only encouraging the growth of
the newly decadent lifestyle even more. He wore his weird white translucent
silk robe that only covered his chest. Louis forbade him from wearing any
pants, but despite his small size cock, he wasn't bothered or shy. In fact,
he was proudly manspreading his cock for everyone to see. When people
approached him with interest in his homeland, he answered like a mentor was
teaching a student, albeit the mentor was naked from the waist down and the
student was actively playing with his small cock and balls.

       "I came from the great empire in the east, the Song dynasty. The
empire lasted for ages and was the pinnacle of culture and power of the
East. It had many predecessors, but only a few could rival the power of the
empire. But currently, they were in turmoil."

       When they asked what the turmoil was, he answered.

       "It started when the emperor took a beautiful commoner from the
north to be his concubine. He didn't know the girl was already courted by a
young Khan from the north, and honestly, even if he knew, he would still
take the girl. Such is the pride of an emperor. The young Khan rallied his
men to fight the emperor while the emperor sent his best commander and
lover alongside a huge contingent of men, and the two armies met on a
battlefield. The emperor was sitting on his pavilion, molesting the khan's
girl, expecting his great commander to bring news about his victory, but
instead, he got a report of an army of horsemen gathered outside the
gate. It was only later he, and everyone in the city, knew the great
commander had become a "saddle" for the Khan himself. The commander was
laid on his back on the horse while the Khan sat on his face, and the
commander's legs were pulled back over the Khan's legs. Embedded in the
commander's ass was a specially made quiver storing the Khan's arrows. It
is a tradition for great riders to have their most prized conquest as their
special saddle, and only a few riders manage to get one, usually later in
their life. The Khan got the commander as his saddle in his
mid-twenties. The emperor watched in horror from the tall city wall at the
spectacle in front of him. His former men were all tied in a contraption
under the horses' bellies. A man on horseback came in front of the wall
without a single fear on his face telling the emperor, with his loud voice,
how all of his men were currently tied in such a way that they were
constantly being fucked by their horses. Every single horse had one, except
the Khan's horse. It was a spot reserved only for him, the emperor. He told
the emperor to come down and meet his fate as a horse cock sleeve. He told
the emperor to strip naked and prostrate with his ass facing the Khan's
great horse, Skylord, and let the horse tear him a pussy as a replacement
for the girl the emperor took. The emperor was furious and ordered his men
to shoot. The man dodged every single shot."

       Zhong paused and the courtiers, including Louis and Patrick, were at
the edge of their seat listening.

       "The riders of the ghost plain descended on our empire like a flood
coming after a monsoon. The empire fell within months. When the capital
city was captured, the Khan held a ceremony and paraded the emperor. He
then forced the emperor to eat his horseshit straight from the horse's
asshole before bending him over to be fuck by his horse, without
preparation. The emperor begged for mercy as the Khan rode his horse, ready
for the mounting. It was said the emperor's scream reached Heaven, but
Heaven was punishing him for being a tyrant. As a punishment for stealing
the Khan's bride, the emperor was stripped of his status as an emperor and
a freeman. He became Skylord's broodmare and to this day, his life is
mostly spent tied to the horse's cock. The first couple of days, the Khan
didn't even let the emperor off his horse's cock, and Skylord had a lot of
stamina. As the Khan toured the huge city looking for men and women to fuck
and plunder, Skylord was beside him fucking his new broodmare which he,
apparently, liked a lot. A fate that is better than it sounds. By being
Skylord's favorite broodmare, the Khan could no longer touch him or hurt
him if the horse didn't like that. You see in an Eastern nomadic belief,
especially those who worship the Sky Rider, a man's horse is his man and
the horses there had been leading the life of these men for centuries. It
is true even for the great Khan. He might be the new ruler of an empire,
but when his horse turns his ass on him, the Khan is obligated to
serve. Right after they tied the emperor to the horse's cock, Skylord threw
the Khan to the ground and then turned his ass at the Khan. Right there in
front of everyone watching, the Khan ate Skylord's ass clean just like how
he had forced the emperor to do before him. The emperor's fate wasn't as
bad as the rest of the commoners. The capital city is turned into a brothel
and every single soul who lives there became a prostitute. The royal family
was captured, the emperor and a few of the selected sons become broodmares
for the Khan's horse, while the rest become highly prized sex slaves. Some
managed to escape."

       They also listened attentively when Zhong explained to them the
belief in the East.

       "The people of my land believe in the Heaven and gods are its
officials. The nomadic people of the Great Plain worship Skylord in many
forms and traditions. Another popular religion in the East was the bunch
organized cults of the Hindis, originating from the land of the Hindis. The
famous ones are the lord of dance, the river goddess, the warrior goddess,
the elephant prince, the lord of the sun, the lord of the world, and the
enlightened one. Of course, they also have local cults they can serve as
well. The rising sea empire in the southeast, with territory spread across
many islands, serves the enlightened one while the locals worshipped the
golden lady, goddess of ricefield. I heard your famous emperor of the Latin
empire, Alexander the Great spread his empire into their territory. There
are cults of Alexander in Bactria as well, I heard they build themselves a
haven where only men are allowed inside. The Persian land used to have a
religion of sibling-fucking and blood purity, and I heard they still exist
until today carried by the old Persian empire royal families who are still
alive and in hiding."

       And when they were more interested in his body, he allowed them to
do whatever they wished to do, as per Louis's order. He was expressionless
when they pinched his nipples, jacked him off, or even fingered fuck him to
the earnest. His darker skin assistant on the other hand was moaning like a
bitch in heat. They also discovered that the assistant, Long Dong, did have
a long dick. It was 8" but it wasn't thick and had a mind of its own. They
sat him on a table and ate his ass, the rest of the guests watched as the
cock flopped around like a fish out of water.

       The Leinster also helped break the ice by encouraging more intimacy
between the courtiers themselves. It wasn't long before they made out with
each other as they roughhoused, fondled, and some even drank liquors
through someone else's ass. Camaraderie, as they said.

       The only one who cared and dared to question was the one and only,
the pious and most devout Archbishop Stephanus.

       "Such a shameful display of behavior! It was unfit for an emperor to
do so, your Majesty!"

       It was met with groans.

       Stephanus was about to continue his rant when Isabella suddenly
stood up. She no longer wore a gown, as the new court physician Zhong,
advised for a more comfortable dress for pregnant women. He gave her a
translucent one-piece short dress, barely covering her pussy, that hides
nothing from the imagination. Stephanus argued when Louis decided to give
Zhong the court physician as he was a heathen, but once Zhong made his
first health advice for Isabella, Stephanus decided Zhong was on probation
instead.

        She walked to him and sat on his lap facing the crowd while
spreading her legs open. She said loudly, "Has his holiness forgotten, us,
the Franks and the Occitans are intimate and compassionate people as the
Lord commands us to be?"

       He was speechless when Isabella guided his hand up to her cunt and
stuck his finger inside her. "Yes!" He moaned when Isabella ground his ass
on Stephanus's cock.

       "Then I do think it is fitting for an emperor to be intimate and
compassionate with his subject, uhm, for the Lord is compassionate."

       "Oh yeah!" Stephanus suddenly shuddered.

       Maybe it was his old age that suddenly caught on to him or maybe it
was the fact that he just fingered an empress in public while he still wore
his priest robe, and he could no longer stop his cock from cumming in less
than 5 minutes. The thought of finally letting everyone see what a fucking
pervert he was as if saying he had been doing the same thing to their
wives, daughters, and even sons, send him over the edge. Though nobody
could see his cum, thanks to his thick-ass robe, there was no mistaking the
expression on his face. Not wasting an opportunity, Damien quickly seized
the empress as he escorted her back to her seat, but seated himself between
her and Louis. He even invited his son to sit on Isabella's other side
before they gave her the infamous father-son making out.

       At first, Damien was only trying to check on Louis, to see if the
emperor was okay with the fact he was cucking him right in front of his
nose. But instead, he saw Louis was busy making out with Patrick.

       Damien also noticed, though the rest of the guests couldn't see it,
Louis already had his pants down with Patrick's fingers going in and out of
his chute. His ass looked extremely voluptuous especially when he arched
his back.

       "Damn, no wonder he's fucking pissy the whole month. That hole looks
fucking tight from out of use!" He laughed.

       Patrick pulled away from Louis and looked over Louis's shoulder. He
spread Louis's ass to display the hole even more. "I know! One of my
bitches took too much of my attention now I feel bad abandoning this juicy
cunt. Don't worry though, I am going to split this hole open every night
you can shove his father's statue up there soon enough!"

       They laughed as Damien moved his hand slowly to caress Louis's hole,
making sure he didn't offend the emperor or his lover. "Damn, look at this
hole purring at my finger. You must've been lonely. I'll say I am
surprised, you've got a pimp for a cousin after all, why don't you look for
someone else while your man is busy?"

       Louis gasped when Damien pushed his bony finger up his ass to the
knuckle

       "What can I say, I got a magic dick, and His Highness Pussy the Cunt
won't be satisfied unless it's my dick, won't you cunt?" Patrick didn't
expect an answer as he went straight for Louis's mouth.

       "Mhm," was all Louis could say rutting on Damien's finger.

       "Well, my dick might not compare to your man's, but I hope you know
I am always available in case you need some too help if the pussy gets too
tight again." Damien didn't normally go for another guy, but Louis was his
emperor and he was certainly a handsome man. A hole is a hole after all, it
would be better if the hole can get you further in life. He wasn't asking
much.

       "Since you got your man tonight, I'll help your wife's hole
instead. Like I've been for a while. Just want to know we're cool in case
the new prince looks like me instead of you, your highness." Damien pulled
Isabella to him while groping one of her breasts, and with his other hand,
he spanked Louis on the hole making him yelp which drew the guests'
attention. Although they couldn't see Damien spanking Louis's bare asshole,
it still didn't look good for an emperor to be spanked by his
courtier. Well, that would be the case if Louis hadn't been pushing
boundaries on what was appropriate and what was not, and clearly, spanking
the emperor was in.

       "Don't get your hopes up, buddy. That bitch will give birth to a red
bastard."

       Damien perked his ear at the juicy gossip, "Really? So you've got
her first, huh?"

       "Pop her cherry as well, and I had my family stuff her babymaker
with our cum, I forbade all of us from coming anywhere else if her cunt
wasn't overflowing with cum and at least a family member had a duty to plug
her cunt with his cock to keep the cum inside. The son will be born a red
bastard for sure. This bitch, on the other hand, never touch a cunt his
entire life. Not that he wants to."

       "Why don't you just strip me in front of these guys already, you've
humiliated me so much." Louis finally said, tho his tone did not show that
he mind.

       "Don't tempt me with good time babe, `cause I might just do it,"
Patrick said with a smirk before hooking himself on Louis's mouth once
again.

       "Don't be shy, your highness, you're not the only one, trust me!
Have you forgotten, the first soon-to-be Habsburg emperor, who was only 18
at the time, cucks the then Emperor of the Western Latin Empire, naming
every child of the emperor as his except a single daughter whom he married
later, stealing the throne for him. It is rumored she was his daughter
too!"

       "Really? The book that I read only mentioned the emperor only had a
daughter." Patrick was intrigued.

       "Yeah. The emperor was a strong and stubborn man as well. He was
supposed to crush the Habsburg for refusing to pay taxes and claim over
lands that weren't theirs. Legend said the emperor was sieging the von
Habsburg until they finally let the heir of the house parlay with the
emperor. It was said that he was so smitten and overpowered by the heir's
dominant persona he dropped to his knees in front of his whole armies. The
boy pissed over the kneeling emperor while he begged to taste the boy's
magnificent cock. The boy obliged and skull-fucked the emperor while the
boy's men pantsed and spanked the emperor's ass as a punishment for his
injustice toward the Habsburg. The boy popped the emperor's cherry to show
him that he wasn't a man but a pussyboy. After he was done, the Saxon
emperor, who was finally shown his place, couldn't get up and crawled
toward the boy, asking for round two, but the boy said no. So the emperor
rescinded the taxes and gave the Habsburgs right to the lands they
owned. And when the boy still didn't budge, he offered him his own
betrothed. The boy was intrigued by the idea, but instead, he let the
emperor marry the betrothed, but the emperor may only have a kid, if it was
a male, the kid will be educated by the boy and married to his family, if
it was a female, she will be given to the boy in marriage, tying the Saxon
throne in a personal union with him, making the boy the Western Latin
Emperor. In return, he let the emperor be his pussyboy for his family. The
emperor cried from the benevolence shown by the boy, he kissed the boy's
feet as the boy pissed on his head. The emperor lived in the castle as the
house bitch, being fucked by the courtiers regularly and had his wedding
day in the castle, and moving the management of the realm there until he
had his first child, a daughter."

       "No fucking way. No fucking way that's real!"

       "Well, I heard the soldiers didn't remember anything about the
golden shower the emperor had, but he did move to the Habsburg castle and
had his wedding there before moving back to his capital in Saxony. The boy
was officially his squire as well and he slept in his room, which was
normal for a squire who was also your valet. The empress had sons before
they had the daughter, but they were all denounced as bastards. Many did
say the empress's bastards looked like the squire boy. I think it safe to
say there is some truth to the rumor since the emperor did not divorce his
wife despite her infidelity."

       "Fuck! No wonder they fuck your father so bad. He's a virgin
compared to them!"

       "Yeah, fuck that man! I mean, I am sorry, your highness, I didn't
mean it that way—"

       "Oh fuck him! I piss in his grave every fucking night! I have my men
do the same as well. I fucking ordered the grave keeper to fill his vase
with piss instead of flowers. And trust me when I said I am going to have
every single one in this country pissed straight on his corpse."

       Damien wasn't the only one who was surprised, Louis looked at him
uncomfortably, as if he was angry but was unsure as well.

       "Fuck your father and his tight-ass boi cunt!" Patrick roared as he
spat on the ground.

       Damien couldn't contain his laugh, "Man, you got a bigger boner for
him than I am. What did he do to you, brother?"

       "I'll show you a fucking big boner! I'll shove my cock up his
uptight pussylips and he'll keep it open at the dock for every fucking
sailor, merchant, and fuck know who happened to be passing by. You lived
here when he was still alive, you must've known how hard he was to my
fucking baby! Beating him around, pushing him to be the man he
wasn't. Keeping him on a tight leash. I'll show him my tight leash and I'll
walk him on the street like a proper bitch for studs to fuck!"

       Both Louis and Damien stared at him in a different light, like they
had seen a different man entirely. Louis felt a warmth in his heart and a
jolt in his dick. Seeing somebody, a man, his man being protective of him
did make him feel as if his burden was lifted off his shoulder, and it did
make him pop a boner as well. He pulled Patrick's face closer ravishing his
mouth as if he was trying to show the same ownership of the man. It was so
sloppy literally the entire room cheered as they made out.

       Damien never had anything up his ass, but seeing Patrick's eyes as
he describe what he'd do to the man they both hated, he might just allow
him up there. He was so ready to ask Patrick if he had an open slot for his
bitches. He might even settle for Patrick to just pop his cherry, it would
be great if there will be recurring encounters, but he promised he'll know
his place. He won't take away Patrick's time from Louis and promised It was
all about Patrick's cock. He can use him anytime he wanted, and Damien will
say thank you every single time. He knew at that moment they were going to
be great friends.

       And as he was having this monologue in his head, Damien stared at
Patrick's eyes as he gazed back. At that moment, Damien felt as if Patrick
had popped his cherry already. He knew he'd dropped down and offered the
man his hole if he stared a second more. Instead, he turned into Isabella
and ravished her body with his son in a new vigor.

       Patrick just chuckled and continue making out while his fingers
assaulted Louis's asshole in front of his courtiers. Hidden, sadly.

       He was making out with Louis when he felt the need to empty his
bladder, thanks to a bunch of liquors he drank. Louis was in the mood to
open a whole lot of caskets his father saved because he was too much of a
prick to even hold a huge feast. He finally looked at the guy beside him
who was dutifully swinging his cock around in a circle to entertain God's
know who.

       The guy just had his pubes shaved clean and replaced with a small
MacCarthal's slave tattoo. He never thought in his entire life he'd ever
get a slave tattoo, especially when he was a fucking renowned Leinster
warrior, but somehow he didn't mind having a Carolingian tattoo if that
meant he slaved to Louis's whims forever. But Patrick just had to rip that
away from him by tattooing him right on his pubic with MacCarthal's family
crest. Patrick also had his new bitch shave his ass including the hair in
his crack in front of the Leinster army and gave him a ring tattoo around
his asshole.

       Cian loved to do that to his bitches because he was traditional, and
it was a traditional way to show that a bitch had been marked. But not a
lot of people did it anymore to their bitches, especially not Patrick. So
when Patrick decided to do it to him with Cian's very own tattoo pattern,
Patrick was rubbing the salt into his injured pussy. His body was still
burning and yet here he was swinging his cock like a fucking idiot for the
entertainment of people who he could wipe the floor with within seconds.

       "Hey pissbreath, you must be thirsty. Here, I got some more wine
brew for you." Patrick said loudly as he slapped his own gut. Everyone
laughed, knowing what that mean for poor muscle hunk Cian who quickly kneel
and opened his mouth.

       Patrick fed Cian his cock before leaning back and letting a loud
satisfied moan that everyone knew what that meant. There was no mistaking
it, Patrick was pissing down Cian's mouth. He wasn't pissing down his
throat because he wanted to make sure Cian could feel his piss as it
celled along his tongue.

       "Tongue," Patrick said pushing Cian's head away.

       Cian dutifully stuck out his tongue as Patrick rubbed his cock on
the tongue.

       "Good boi. Now get back to work, pissbreath!" He patted Cian's head
before slapping the face with his cock.

       Cian stood up, put his hands behind his head, and began swinging his
cock in a circle again. His face was red from the humiliation, but he had
to do all of that or Patrick would take Louis away from him.

       Everyone who wasn't a Leinster was shocked by the display at first,
but the rivalry between the two wasn't exactly secret in the court
either. So when all of these happened, they rationalized this by calling it
a cultural difference between the two. At least now they know not to mess
with the new Commander of the Kingsguard.

       Even Baptiste wasn't saying anything at the display, but then again
it was probably because he had Louis's cigarette deep in his bare ass. He
propped his legs on top of the armrest as he pushed his ass forward, giving
not a single fuck to anyone who looked at him sitting like a bitch ready to
be railed. He was obviously out for the count, or so they thought.

       So Patrick, being the rascal that he was, decided to mess with
Baptiste. He was going to take the cigarette off Baptiste's ass when the
marshall suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled his face closer to his.

       "You think you're on top of the world right now because you have the
emperor wrapped around your little cock, but I can wipe the floors with
your bussy creaming with my baby batter in less than a minute, then I'll
turn Louis into a proper bitch that his father tried to prevent him to
be. Fucking try me!"

       Even after Baptiste let Patrick off his grasp, Patrick's asshole
still hadn't stopped quivering. Either from fear or lust, he didn't know,
but the thought, the challenge of subjugation, fired something in his
cock. For a moment, he thought he was willing to risk it all. He wanted to
rip that cigarette out of the tight muscle cunt and fought Baptiste. Either
he'd ram his cock inside the fucking giant muscle hole or he'd have his
asshole turned into a proper pussy, he didn't care about the outcome. He
just wanted a pure man-on-man confrontation, muscle to muscle, and musk to
musk, something that he rarely did if he knew he'd lose. The thought sent
him over the edge, and his cock was almost ready to explode. He hurriedly
pulled Louis away from the party with Cian in tow as they headed for
Louis's bedroom, all the while making out with the emperor.

       Everyone had a good idea of what was going to happen, and yet nobody
questioned them, especially not Stephanus since Isabella was quick to her
feet and pulled him to her bedroom, for personal confession. Knowing what
was about to happen, Hugo and his best friends quickly followed them to her
bedroom as well, as they too have a confession to be made. They bumped
their fist together, expecting to outwit the old fat bishop, and had
Isabella all to themselves. However, they did not expect to end up ass up
on the floor with their ass red from whipping by Baptiste. As if that
wasn't enough, Stephanus made them jerk off facing away from Isabella and
him so they could only listen to Isabella getting railed by the old fart
while begging forgiveness from the Lord. Clearly, the drug worked its way
on Stephanus's head since all he could think, while looking at Hugo's ass
while fucking Isabella, was Louis's handsome face and how nice it would
be. Not only that, Stephanus sneakily deposited his last batch of cum that
night into Hugo's asshole. Nobody noticed except Hugo himself.

       Patrick didn't waste a single second in Louis's bedroom as well. He
ordered Louis to lay on the bed, legs up, and finger fucked himself on the
edge of the bed while he and Cian stood across him watching as the emperor
debased himself.

       "Look at that damn hole. It's so tight even after all of those cocks
shoved in it." He said, standing shoulder to shoulder with Cian, while his
fingers gently caressed Cian's asshole. He felt the hole quiver as his
fingers touched the soft virgin lips.

       "Do you think your shitter will stay the same when I had every man
in the barracks shoved their cocks up there?" For the first time in his
life, Patrick saw Cian tense and he swore Cian's asshole was sucking his
fingers in. the fact that he was the one who intimidated one of the
strongest men in his clan made his cock steel hard. Even if Cian was only
average looking and wasn't his type, he felt a desire for the man, to make
him his bitch. He also wanted to crush the man's pride to the ground, and
then piss and shit on it so he had nothing left but his wide-open cunt.

       Cian was surprised when Patrick run his tongue on the side of his
face and then kissed his neck, making a mark there. Then Patrick pulled
Cian by the hair and made him kneel in front of Louis's winking
asshole. Cian was ready to eat the shit out of Louis when Patrick stopped
him with a loud cockslap.

       "Bitch, I know you think you're still the fucking `second husband',
so let me make this clear to you. You're not his second husband, you are my
fucking bitch, my fucking cock sleeve, my fucking cumdump, and my fucking
pisspot, and if you still want to stay here, you better start acting like a
fucking slutty bitch! You hear me?" Patrick spat at Cian's face, and to
emphasize his point, he slapped him with his cock again. "So what it's
gonna be, cunt?"

       Cian's face was red both from the humiliation and the slap, but this
time, veins bulged out of his forehead. He couldn't believe the fucking
twat Patrick treated him like that, never in a million years would he ever
let himself be treated that way. He wanted to strangle the bitch, make him
piss on the floor, and wipe it with Patrick's own face before fucking Louis
like he was meant to be fucked and made Patrick eat his cum out of his
hole, and before giving Patrick's cunt for the guard dogs. But when he
looked to the side, at Louis on the bed, spreading his asscheeks wide while
fingering himself and looking at the scene in front of them, clearly Louis
was excited by Patrick's display of power, and somehow, seeing his
"husband" getting excited about someone's cock when that person was
humiliating him, he couldn't help himself. He felt conflicted. He hated
Patrick, but he loved Louis. It wasn't in his nature to bow down to a man
weaker than him, but he was too pussy-whipped to not do that. And the fact
that the love of his life getting excited about someone else's cock made
him feel even worthless yet strangely, he felt excited. His cock to was as
hard as a rock. He never thought he had a taste for cuckoldry but there he
was. Then Patrick cockslapped him once more. That was when he realized, he
wasn't going to be a cuck, he was going to be Patrick's slutty bitch. The
thought itself sent the heat of anger throughout his body wanting to rip
the man's cock off, but when he looked up at Patrick, pass his hard leaking
cock, at his muscle and handsome face, the heat changed into a lukewarm
feeling of excitement. He was still angry, mind you, at the fact that he
was beaten by the weaker man without even a single fight, and yet, there he
was on his knees. He couldn't deny if his "husband" were to be cuck,
however, Patrick was the best man to do it. He wasn't just a cuck, he was
the bull's bitch as well. A slutty bitch. And a disciplined soldier that he
was, he always tried to carry his order well.

       Instead of answering, Cian properly kneeled, opened his legs, and
thrust his hips forward while his hands played with both of his nipples. He
stuck out his tongue and began panting like a bitch in heat.

       Patrick burst out laughing all the while slapping Cian's face with
his cock, "I like your enthusiasm bitch, but I can't wait anymore. I want
to get inside my baby's tight ass cunt. Now, prep me up."

       When the cock head touches his tongue, Cian retracted his tongue a
little bit. It wasn't his first time sucking cock, but it was his first
time sucking as a bitch. He still felt strange and wrong for him to suck
Patrick, his body and mind still struggling to accept the fact that he was
about to give himself to fucking Patrick MacCarthal. However, when he
thought about Louis being fucked and treated like a proper bitch by
somebody who was not him, he couldn't believe how excited he was sucking
his bull's cock, preparing it for his `husband'. That was enough
encouragement he needed as he slowly opened his mouth and descent to the
leaking cock.

       Patrick had no patience left, so when Cian opened his mouth, Patrick
slammed his way into Cian's throat, leaving the man no room to breathe. He
held Cian's head in place as the man choked on Patrick's cock with his nose
buried in Patrick's bush. Cian's face redden even more, almost like
Patrick's red bush that he was pushed against. His veins bulged on his net
and he kept sputtering spit allover Patrick. His eyes stared at Patrick but
he wasn't sure Cian was actually staring at him. The hands did try to push
Patrick away, but there was no strength left in those arms.

       Patrick let Cian choke on his dick while he gloated above him. He
totally enjoyed the sight of the man who was better than him both in social
standing and prowess in their village choking on his cock while trying to
push him away like a sissy.

       Before Cian could tap out, Patrick pulled out and cockslapped him
hard until he was back again. Not for long because Patrick forced him to
deepthroat his cock again.

       This wasn't how Cian treated his bitches, this was how he treated a
whore on the street. And that was who he was at that point, Patrick's
whore.

       When Patrick was satisfied, he pulled out and bumped Cian out of the
way with his ass to the face. He flexed in front of Louis who was moaning
and furiously fingering his asshole with both hands. Louis's cock was
standing and leaking, clearly enjoying the show. He pulled away Louis's
fingers and propped himself on the hole, teasing it with gentle
nudges. "Are you ready babe?" Patrick leaned in and kissed Louis, biting
the lower lips as he pulled away.

       "Just pushed it in."

       "Your wish is my command, Your Highness."

       Louis moaned when Patrick slowly pushed into him. It was the slowest
fuck Patrick ever gave Louis, and yet, he slid into the tight tunnel
easily.

       "Fuck, they really have been preparing your ass, haven't they? Who
did you fuck babe? Other than that fucking bitch over there." Patrick said,
sliding his cock up and down slowly.

       "Ah, your whole fucking regiments, I got them fucking my hole one by
one cause you're too busy fucking Martin's hole."

       "I am sorry, babe, you know I have a weakness for stuck-up royal
cunt," Patrick said, purposefully pushing toward Louis's bitch button to
smoothen the conversation, "Martin's hole is fucking loose just after a few
fuck. Unlike your hole, even after my whole village fucking you, I can feel
it still clamping on my cock." He grabbed Louis's leg and licked it up and
down. Louis's moans got louder when Patrick suckled on Louis's toes.

       "So now you're with me until his hole tightens up again?"

       Despite the sultry moan, Patrick could hear that Louis was still
upset. "I am not going, babe. Trust me, you're my one and only. What if I
send my man to plug his hole with two cock every night, every minute, every
goddamn second, so it'll never tighten up? Will you trust me?" Patrick
leaned into Louis's chiseled pecs and began motorboating there. There
wasn't much to motorboat, but it was the enthusiasm that count.

       Louis pulled Patrick's by the hair, not too roughly, facing him,
"Your men's cocks are mine. Your cock is mine." He said sternly, despite
panting from Patrick's slow pushes.

       Patrick smirked at his partner's newly found dominant side, "Then
what about lowborn cocks? Farmers, sailors, you name it. Hugo's prostitute
seems to fancy and I don't think I want to spend a coin to pay for them
anyway. We can have him feed the lowborn so we don't have to spend a single
thing on them. What do you say, babe?"

       "Fuck, yes!" Louis exclaimed, but Patrick wasn't sure if he was
answering Patrick or because of the well-timed push at the prostate.

       "And just for the fuck of it, we'll have the courier announce we're
looking for two huge cocks for the Moravian prince to plug his asshole
since he had a shitting problem at night."

       "Fuck yeah!" Another well-timed push.

       "So, you'll forgive me, right babe?" Patrick said, stopping his
thrusting, and instead gyrating his cock on Louis's prostate. His hands
were massaging Louis's balls and jerking the cock, while his mouth was
licking Louis's soles.

       "Fuck!!!!" Louis screamed biting his hand, "You drive me crazy."

       "No, babe," Patrick said suddenly pulling out, then he folded Louis
into a mating press.  His cock head was only a few millimeters away from
the hole. He looked Louis in his eyes, deep and sharp, with a clear hunger,
"You drive me crazy!"

       There was no more slow fucking. Patrick pulled all of his cock away
until only the head remained and slammed it home. And it was so good to be
back in his home.

       Patrick gave Louis the hardest fuck he had ever gotten in his life,
the bedframe made of metal creaked when Patrick slammed his cock deep
inside hard. Louis screamed in pleasure and his moans could be heard
throughout the castle. Those who were eavesdropping on Isabella's room
could hear the sultry squeals and screams coming from their emperor's
bedroom.

       "Fuck! Fuck me with that huge cock!"

       "Wreck my cunt open!"

       "I missed your cock so much!"

       "Fuck! Patrick! Get that cock deep inside me and knock me up! I want
to carry your bastards!"

       There was no mistaking what happened in Louis's room, the emperor
himself announced what filthy things Patrick's currently doing to him.

       Even those who were usually more interested in Isabella were
intrigued, and they moved to the front of Louis's room. It was their lucky
day because the door wasn't fully closed. They could see Patrick pumping
his cock in and out of Louis's butt which looked extra bigger and juicier
in that position. But they quickly got scared shitless when they saw Cian
looking straight at them.

       They thought for sure he was going to scream at them the way they
saw him scream at his army when he was drilling them for training, but
instead, he crawled and licked Patrick's feet.

       "What the fuck, cunt!? Move that ass up here!"

       They saw Cian hurriedly climb onto the bed, bending over beside
Patrick who never stopped pumping his cock. Patrick slapped Cian's ass a
couple of times hard, even the slap sounds celled Louis's moans.

       "What do you want!?" Patrick finally stopped spanking Cian.

       "People are looking, um... sir."

       "That's Master for you. Open the fucking door and let them see, but
don't let them come inside. And you, kneel in front of them and jack off
like a fucking slut you are, and I might have a gift for you."

       Cian couldn't hold his excitement, he knew he shouldn't be excited
because Patrick's gift won't ever be a good thing for him. Yet his cock
betrayed him. When he walked to the slightly opened door, everyone could
see Cian's cock bouncing up and down as he approached.

       At first, the peeping toms were scared, but seeing the cock bouncing
up an down, they somehow had even less and less respect and fear for the
man. Especially after the man opened the huge bedroom door completely
opened, and suddenly kneeled after opening the door and began jacking
off. It was when Patrick changed their position into doggy facing the door
they knew for sure they were good.

       At first, Louis was shocked. It wasn't his first time getting fucked
in public, but this was his first time getting fucked in front of people he
knew, some of them had watched him or been growing up with him. It was
shameful, and yet when he saw them holding their cock while looking at him,
it made him even more excited and he clamped Patrick's cock even
tighter. His shocked faced turned into a lustful bitch's face when Patrick
continued hammering, and his moans were even dirtier and louder than
before.

       Excited from the view, some of the peeping toms lost their pants
entirely and began jacking off while looking straight into Louis. Some of
them even thrust their hips into the air as if they were fucking him. Some
even tried to test the water by pushing their cock into Cian's lips, but
when the man snarled, they backed away.

       "No touching and only cum can stick on him."

       When Patrick said that, no one else dared to approach Cian.

       More and more people began filling the front door, some even tried
to push each other just to get a good look at their emperor getting dogged
by the Leinster man. Louis recognized all of them, Damien and his son were
on the front row jacking off with Bartholomew. Even his steward and
chancellor were jerking each other to him.

       He also saw his knights forming a circler jerk, and among them was
his most prided knight Lancelot looking at him horrified and mortified. But
he couldn't go since his fellow knights lied to him saying it was the
emperor's order. He let them jerk him off while his hands were jerking
other knights'. Jacques who was beside Lancelot used that opportunity to
spank Lancelot's big dump truck and finger-fuck the Knight of Rose in front
of his fellow knights. He'd openly jeered at Lancelot if the knight
flinched or buckled his legs from the pleasure.

       Basile was also on the front row rocking his less than 5" cock
confidently while mouthing, "This cock could fuck you so much better,"
while thrusting forward, all the while behind him, his own wife, Louis's
cousin Charlotte, was lifted off her feet up and down the stablemaster's
cock with the blacksmith playing with her clit. Louis could also see Manon
and her husband were in a circle jerk along with Damien, his son Mason, and
some other courtiers. Well, Manon was busy jerking Damien and Mason, while
her cunt had more than 5 fingers from five different people playing with
them. Damien was also returning the favor, not to Manon, but to her
husband, Prince Marco of Navarra. Damien's fingers wrapped tight around
Marco's cock and deep inside his asshole. It seemed that Louis had awoken
his desire for another team.

       It was when Baptiste came their reverie was disrupted. The massive
man came quietly and didn't utter a single word, but everyone knew not to
stand in his way. Baptiste took the best position right in front of the
door frame, blocking almost everyone from view, but Louis's moans were loud
enough for them to hear.

       When their eyes met, both of them couldn't understand the feeling
that washed over them. For Louis, it was his dad's friend who had been just
as disciplined and as strict as his own father. Staring at him felt like
staring at his dad, and he felt a wave of anger swept across his body,
amplifying his need to moan even louder, even sluttier. He played with his
tits, tongues out, body arched as Patrick pounded him hard, even harder
when he was Baptiste. Louis wanted him to see just how much of a slut he
was, he wanted Baptiste to see it, he wanted his dad to see it, and
realized it was who he was and there was nothing they could do to change
it.

       For Baptiste, it was a little bit more complicated. He never hated
Louis, he might be stern with him, but that was because he knew how much
Charles cared for Louis. And he cared so much about Charles. So when he saw
the jewel of his best friend defiled and corrupted like this, he couldn't
help but felt anger. Yet, when he saw how determined Louis's eyes were to
be fucked, to let him see what a fucking slut he was, it was the first time
Baptiste saw the bravery that he wished Louis had previously.  The same
bravery that he was in young Charles as the man fucked his drunk father
with a fucking eggplant and forced the man to eat it after. The man who had
no shame and did what must be done, when he was sick, he'll do whatever it
can to be treated, be it rolling on the ground naked or rubbing his asshole
on a sandbag. He wasn't selfish as well, when he discovered kicking on the
balls would enhance his muscles, he let Baptiste and Joseph knew so they
could be strong together. He didn't try to hog all of Corentin's new
invention to himself as well. To this day, Baptiste still asked for
Corentin's secret potion that he had to inject into his ass regularly
before training. Charles even ordered Corentin to make one each for his
best friend, and when he died, he gave the double-sided dildo to Baptiste
and Joseph. Both of them still met regularly and always used the dildo
whenever they met.

       Charles was a devout man yet he wasn't fearful of God's punishment
if it meant for the good of the people. He accepted all of the punishment
from the Holy See no matter how humiliating it was, and he delivered them
just as well. That fucking pansy pants Phillipe deserved all the flogging
he got.

       Baptiste wanted to say Charles wouldn't let friendship cloud his
mind, but perhaps it was the thing that changed him. Ever since he flogged
Phillippe, his demeanor changed. Baptiste knew he tried to mend their
relationship, Charles even visited Phillippe who stayed in Vienna at the
time, already aligning himself with the Western Emperor. He wasn't the
determined man that Baptiste knew. His obsession with the Western Latin
Cuckempire wasn't for glory anymore, but fear. To see Charles becoming a
weak man and he couldn't do anything about it, Baptiste felt like he had
failed Charles. So that was why he did all he could not to let Louis become
a weak sissy.

       So when he saw the same determination he sorely missed, he almost
wept. He felt like he flew back to that same dinner table in King Breton's
Palace in Rennes, and in front of the guests, who were passed out naked,
Charles shoved the eggplant into his father's ass. The man flinched but
didn't wake up. Baptiste added a carrot while Charles added celery. They
pulled everything out after nothing can be pushed into Charles's father's
ass, and cut the vegetables, before feeding them to Charles's father. Of
course, they dipped it in each of their ass first beforehand.

       Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps things would have been better if he
could see this Louis sooner. Perhaps it would've saved Charles if he could
bring this Louis out sooner. If only he could turn back the time, he'd
abduct Louis and keep him in his room until he got pregnant with his
kid. Heck, he'll even divorce his wife, somehow, and marry Louis
himself. Then maybe Charles would be the same determined man that Baptiste
always treasured. But he had failed, and the man who took up his mantle was
the Leinster man who was currently smirking at him and kissing his wimpy
biceps.

       Patrick didn't know what was going on inside Baptiste's mind, but he
didn't care. That night, he was the emperor and Baptiste knew it and
goddamn he'd rub it on his face. He pounded Louis even harder, tensed his
muscle even more, and smirked like a goddam maniac.

       Patrick decided to try something.

       "Do exactly what he did." He said looking Baptiste dead in the eye,
referring to Cian.

       Baptiste did not kneel, but his hands found his own nipples and
began flicking them, while his mouth was open sticking out his tongue while
panting like a bitch. When he opened his legs, Patrick could see the huge
cigarette sticking out of his butt.

       "Fuck him with that fucking cigarette."

       The only one who dared to answer was Damien, the man who Baptiste
hated. Luckily, the feeling was mutual so Damien jammed the cigarette as
far as he could up Baptiste's ass before pulling it out and jamming it
again. The cigarette was surprisingly strong like it was meant to be used
that way. Patrick saw Baptiste arching his back, so Patrick slammed into
Louis even harder, still locking eyes with Baptiste. In their mind, when
Patrick slammed his cock inside Louis, Baptiste could also feel it in his
ass. Baptiste returned Damien's cigarette fucking with the same enthusiasm
as well. He rocked his ass back meeting Damien's push.

       "Yeah, push back that cunt, you muscle bitch!"

       No one would've ever dared call Baptiste a muscle bitch, but at that
moment, Damien felt a wave of power over the man. After all, it was the
muscle bitch who had a cigar fucked in and out of his ass, so he should be
treated like a bitch.

       "Lemme taste those momma milkers, bitch." Damien replaced one of
Baptiste's hands on the nipples with his mouth and began sucking hard. He
was much smaller than Baptiste so his head was right on Baptiste's
tits. His hand also replaced Baptiste's on Baptiste's cock, alternating
between jerking and slapping Baptiste's balls. He also guided Baptiste's
hand to jerk his cock while he thrust into Baptiste's muscle thigh.

       Baptiste was so lost in his mind, imagining himself getting fucked
by Patrick he didn't mind anything that Damien did to him, or even when
random hands and head played with his body, sucking his nips, or slapping
his balls and ass.

       When he was close, Patrick sped up and screamed about how he would
ruin Baptiste's asshole.

       "I am going to drag you down to Charles's grave and deflower you
right in front of his face and give it to him for his flower! Fuck! I am
cumming! Don't you dare come you muscle twat, and don't you stop jerking
him off!"

       Patrick slammed with all of his got that everyone could see the bed
move forward. His body tensed as gallons and gallons of cum pumped down
Louis's gut, who shot his cum all over his body.

       Baptiste wanted to cum so bad, his face was red training to hold off
his cum while he was getting jerked off. Damien, on the other hand, was
sent over the edge by Baptiste's tortured face that he jacked and fucked
Baptiste even more furiously until he came all over Baptiste's hand and
thigh. But even then, Damien didn't stop jacking Baptiste.

       Taking his time, Patrick finally pulled out of Louis and let him
fall to the bed.

       "Get your gift, cunt. And I want you to waste nothing."

       Cian never thought he'd be drinking anyone's cum, let alone
Patrick's, but there he was, dick bouncing as he ran to the bed, feeling
humiliated yet happy at the prospect of eating Louis's ass. The cum? He
wasn't sure, yet. But Patring said not to waste anything, and Cian was
determined not to waste anything.

       Patrick stood up and took one of Charles's paintings on the wall and
walked to Baptiste. He dropped the painting right on Baptiste's feet. Right
there, in front of everyone, he pissed on the painting and drenched it in
foamy yellowy piss.

       It was a statement. Charles was out, and Louis was in. And Patrick
was the stud.

       "Cum."

       That display of power and the word felt like they were penetrating
Baptiste right through his ass. Patrick was deflowering him in front of
everyone with the word.

       Baptiste erupted like a fucking volcano. Charles's painting was
completely covered in his cum. If he could produce milk, they were sure his
titties were going to spew milk everywhere seeing how tensed it was when he
cum.

       When he was done painting Charles's picture white with his cum. He
stood, still heaving, looking at Patrick who just smiled at him. Everyone
was watching intently at both of them.

       Patrick reached under Baptiste's legs and pulled out the
cigarette. With his other hand, he gathered the foam and the leftover cum
from his session on his fingers, and for the fun of it, he also scraped
some of his balls and ass sweat on it too. He then reached under again,
with that finger, and pushed it up Baptiste's muscle cunt, knuckle deep,
and then rub the cum leftover around. When he pulled out, he fed the finger
into Baptiste's mouth who took it silently. Patrick made sure to rub his
fingers all over the inside of Baptiste's mouth and then pulled out, and
wiped the saliva on Baptiste's hair.

       That is when he finally took a whiff of the cigarette that taste and
smell like Baptiste's ass at this point, and his dick shot up like it was
stung by something. With all of the strange he could master, he smirked and
blew the smoke on Baptiste's face.

       "I want you to hang the painting on the ceiling of your bed so you
could see your beloved Pisscum King whenever you want to sleep."

       With that, Patrick closed the door, ending the scene with Louis who
was sitting at the edge of the bed relieving the cum from his asshole
straight into Cian's waiting mouth.

       If only they could see how Patrick fell right on the floor spasming
while cumming right after thanks to the drug. It was always a wonder how
Baptiste could take the drug so easily.

       Ever since the anointment, Louis and Patrick became even more
intimate with each other. It was common for them to walk closely against
each other, Patrick holding Louis's waist, sometimes strolling the garden
together, taking a bath together, or doing something else. Most of the
time, it would end up with their mouths eating each other. When this
happened to be seen by someone outside of Louis's courtiers, some regarded
it as angle issues, they just looked like they were kissing. Some others
say they were very close friends, and that it was a symbol of compassion to
kiss your close friend, or someone you revere, on the mouth. Stephanus had
been saying that a lot, even in his sermon, especially when he was caught
kissing Isabella. The Archbishop seemed to soften a bit toward Louis as
well. He spoke with a soft tone and smile and often asked Louis to attend
Sunday mass with him. He even asked Hugo, but the man rarely responded with
enthusiasm. When he did, however, Stephanus would walk with Louis on one
side and Hugo on the other side closely while his hands were on their ass,
clearly groping them.

       Behind the palace door, Louis and Patrick were even more
daring. Ball after dinner had become a routine every night, and each night,
Patrick would ask for Louis's hand. Louis always accepted the offer. Of
course, Patrick would lead the dance while his hands openly kneading
Louis's asscheek which everyone could see since Patrick had Louis wear his
nightgown to dinner while everybody else wear their daily outfit. It was
the translucent one-piece shirt that barely cover his asscheeks. Most of
the time he would moon the courtiers, some other naughty times, he'd spread
Louis's asscheeks open so they could see his puffed hole. On a particularly
naughty night, he'd jammed his finger right up Louis's chute making Louis
squeal. Louis would act like he was upset but Patrick replied by slapping
Louis's hardening cock making it bounce in front of everyone.

       Louis never once danced with Isabella. On the first couple of
nights, it's always Hugo, who openly fondled Isabella's tits and ass in
front of everyone, and when he felt frisky enough, he turned Isabella to
face the crowd and fondled her pussy in front of everyone. He even went as
far as lifting Isabella's legs spread open and carrying her around the room
letting everyone get a good look at her wet pussy. At first, it was only
Hugo and his friends who dared to dance with her, but as nights passed,
more and more courtiers began asking her for her hands. Some respectfully
fondled her while some fondled her pussy claiming they were drunk later
even though anyone with them knew some of those courtiers had no drink at
all.

       It wasn't only Isabella that the courtiers were interested
in. Knowing that males were fair game for their emperor, many of the
courtiers began flirting with him when Patrick wasn't looking, which was
hard to come by since Louis sat on Patrick's lap, or even when he was
looking, challenging the stud directly to the face.

       One such suitor was Basile himself. Patrick almost laughed out loud
when the man asked Louis for his hands to dance with a smug face. Louis
instead asked him to drop his pants because he wanted to see what he was
packing before accepting the hand. Patrick had to admit, the guy got some
balls. He taught the spoiled brat would run humiliated but instead, he
dropped his pants proudly, hip thrusting forward, showing his less than 5"
dick and small balls. His smug smile never disappeared. Patrick was ready
to humiliate the guy when Louis rejected him.

       However, Louis had another thing on his mind. He was still upset
with the whole Martin situation, the prince couldn't attend their dinner
ever since he had his regular double penetration scheduled by Patrick for
every single night. At first, Patrick only planned for two guys to be
Martin's studs, but when he was the disgusting look on the prince's face
when he had him meeting the "candidate", Patrick decided to pick 6 guys to
be Martin's "handmaidens". At first, Martin refused, he was still a prince
after all. but a quick drug and an orgy where the guys tried to cram all of
their cocks inside him at once told Martin the request wasn't to be
denied. The instruction was clear, Patrick didn't give a fuck what they did
during the day, but at night, Martin's hole was to be stretched by at least
two cocks at once until morning. To be honest, Louis felt a bit jealous
when Patrick brought him to see the guys and forced Martin to give them a
tongue bath, which apparently happened every morning.

       Louis also knew how little respect Patrick had for Basile, Louis too
did not have respect for the husband of his cousin, so he knew never in a
million years Patrick would expect Louis to accept the invitation to dance,
but he did. Louis almost laughed when he saw Patrick's shocked face when he
stood up from Patrick's lap.

       When Louis accepted his hand, Basile smoothly pulled Louis into his
embrace and gave Louis's ass a loud spank, leaving his handprint there. He
smiled smugly at Patrick when he sucked his middle finger before sticking
up Louis's ass. It took Patrick all of his willpower not to slice the guy's
head in half with his sword.

       With a finger up Louis's butt, Baptiste proved himself to be a
capable dancer. He smoothly led the dance across the ballroom while
constantly making out with Louis. He whispered how much harder he could
fuck him and how once Louis tasted his "big fat cock", Louis won't be
returning to Patrick's "small dicklet". Louis knew it was only a false
confidence from Basile's narcissism and bravado, but the confidence along
with Basile's hard cock thrusting into him as they dance, he couldn't help
but felt a little bit excited. If Basile was to push his head down and
force him to suck his cock, Louis would let him. Instead, the fucking man
with his self-proclaimed big fat cock cummed all over Louis's crotch with a
blissful look on his face.  Louis was flabbergasted, but the man smiled
smugly at him, patting his ass lightly, and said, "See how good it felt? I
can give you more," Before sauntering away leaving Louis dumbfounded.

       Patrick laughed like a maniac seeing what just transpired. He was
mad Louis was trying to make him jealous, but seeing how funny the shitshow
went down, he felt pity toward his baby, but he felt even more on top of
the world. He confidently approached the stunned Louis, grabbed him by the
waist, careful not to touch the cum on Louis's crotch, then carried him
like a princess back to his seat where he had Cian suck all of the cum
clean.

       Weirdly enough, that wasn't the last time Louis accepted Basile's
request for a dance. The end of the rest of the dances with Basile was
mostly the same, but somehow Louis loved to hear the guy's confidence and
narcissistic quips. He might be a rip-off of Louis, but a rip-off adonis
was only a slightly uglier adonis.

       Basile did start a trend. After the first night, he began attending
Louis's dinner with slightly modified trousers. He cut the codpiece
entirely, letting his cock and balls hang. This resulted in the assumption
that Louis would actively look at their cocks which meant they too would
have a chance at the emperor if he fancied their cock. One by one Louis's
courtiers began replacing their dinner outfits with the same trousers, and
in less than a month, Louis had seen every single cock in his palace. Well,
the upper class at least.

       Only a few lowborn tried to ask Louis for a dance, the notable ones
were the stablemaster Pierre who did not even bother to show Louis his
cock. He did dress up in the best outfit he had, which wasn't
much. Everyone snickered when he asked Louis for a dance, but was surprised
when Louis accepted. The guy clearly wasn't a dancer, he was stiff and
often stepped on Louis's feet. But Louis did like his man musk and huge
muscle, so he enjoyed their dance.

       "Do you fancy a night ride, your highness?"

       Louis's cock jumped at the question.

       It was the first time Louis ever had a night ride, and it might be
his favorite thing. He never understood why would Charlotte love to spend a
night riding in a stable with all the smell when Patrick told him about her
nightly activities in the stable. Now that he had ridden the stablemaster's
cock in the stable himself, he could see the appeal. He didn't mind the
smell or the hay prickling his skin, somehow it got him even more excited,
especially with the horses looking at them fucking with their hard
humongous cocks. Pierre brought him to watch, without stopping fucking him,
how Louis's horse was also getting gangbanged by other horses.

       "Fucking family full of sluts! Even your horse is a fucking slut!
Should I try to fuck Pepin next? I am going to love pushing his snob face
into the dirt as I did to his slut daughters and wife."

       The other notable dance he had was with his knight, Lancelot. He too
wore crotchless pants. It was the first time Louis saw his 7" cock, but
that wasn't the only thing shown. The tailor clearly knew what he was doing
since the part that he cut wasn't only the crotch, the tear was extended to
the back of his pants showing Lancelot's voluptuous smooth haired phat
ass. It seemed the cut was intended to only show his ass crack, but the
pants couldn't keep the thick asscheeks in.

       It was very awkward. Lancelot was blushing the entire dance and his
body was stiff. Louis knew for sure Lancelot could dance, but for some
reason, the famous knight couldn't that night.

       "Something on your mind Lancelot? You're my famous knight, I hope
you know you could speak candidly to me." Louis finally said.

       Lancelot, coughing several times, finally asked, "I hope you don't
take this the wrong way, but... Are you okay?"

       "What do you mean?"

       "It's just... you are so different. Everything was different, ever
since the Leinster came. So I was worried, for you. I meant no disrespect
of course if you like the changes. But my father and I were indebted to
your father, so I feel... obligated to make sure."

       Lancelot's father was a lowborn before Charles noticed his talent
and anointed him as a knight, even making him a house head of his banner
house, de Bordeaux. For that, Lancelot and his father became Charles's most
loyal supporters even though they never involved themselves in
politics. Louis did not doubt that their loyalty to Charles continued to
him.

       "I am wonderful. I know it seemed bizarre for me to say that, but I
do. Come with me." Louis guided Lancelot out of the ballroom and everyone
was sure they were about to bang.

       They were strolling in the garden, there was nobody there besides
them, the moon, and the insects. "Have you ever felt like you are trapped
in this world? Like you woke up, and suddenly you felt you lived but not
alive. Like you walk because someone told you to, and you breathe because
the same person told you to. And when you realize there is something true
inside you, the person told you it was a bad thing and kept it imprisoned
inside you."

       Lancelot followed in silence.

       "That was how I felt. I feel like the sole reason for me to live was
to succeed in my father and do better than him, and every single day it
felt like I was walking on a thin thread of expectation to be better than
my father. I was his shadow."

       "That's not true my lord. You are loved even before you became the
emperor."

       "It doesn't feel like that. It feels like people expect me to be
more than my father. They don't love me for who I am."

       Lancelot was about to say something, but Louis shut him up with a
finger on Lancelot's lips.

       "But then, on one fateful meeting, someone knocked on the jail door
where I've imprisoned myself and showed me the light. The same person
showed me who I am, the good and the bad, and that I am beautiful. The same
person promised me that he'll keep me safe in the outside world. Patrick
showed me all of that. For once, I am free, and I refuse to be locked up
again. I am no longer my father's shadow. I am Louis Carolingian, the
emperor of the Franks, and they will love me for who I am."

       Lancelot was taken aback, but he smiled instead, "I see... I
understand now... I too felt the same way. All my life, I was taught my
solemn duty was to protect the kingdom and I do my damnest to protect it,
you know I did. Winning tournaments, winning against pirates, and all of
those honors you and your father granted me, I thought I would be happy. I
was, but something was missing. Now I understand, I was serving my father's
dream and not my own. My lord, but not from this day onward." Lancelot bent
on one knee and despite the cold night, his cock was hard, "I vowed to
serve you not as my father's obligation but as myself. My soul is for you
and the people. I hope you would bless me for competing in the future
tournament for a place within the Kingsguard."

       Louis was surprised, "You do know Kingsguards aren't allowed to
marry, right? What your father would say?" Lancelot was the one and only
heir, without him, the line died.

       "My father is proud of me, and he wanted me to be one. I was the one
who wasn't sure. But now I am."

       "If that is your choice, then I won't forbid you. But you have to
win the tournament, well I have no doubt you will."

       "Thank you, my lord."

       There was silence as they stared at each other under the full moon
in a field full of roses. Slowly, but steadily, Lancelot leaned in and
planted his lips on Louis's. It was something that Louis wasn't used to. It
was sweet and soft, very romantic and gentle. When Lancelot pulled out,
Louis was left wanting more. But the knight ran away.

       "What a fucking tease."

       Another more notable and even more awkward encounter was probably
when Patrick suddenly sat next to Baptiste. Everyone held their breath when
they saw that happen. They were silent at first, nobody talked about what
happened in front of Louis's bedroom. All they knew was Baptiste returned
to Normandy for a couple of days before returning to Paris, attending the
feast and doing his duty as usual. He did, however, followed the crotchless
trousers trend, and seemed to have his sons wear similar trousers as
well. Well, it was on brand for him, he'd do anything to show his cock and
balls if he had reasons to.

       "Would you want a dance with me, my lord?" Patrick finally said. His
voice was sweet like he was talking to a maiden, and it made Baptiste's
eyes twitch in anger.

       "I don't know what you think you're doing cunt, but if you think you
own this place because you fuck the fucking emperor, you're wrong. I can
take the emperor anytime I want, I'll wipe the floor with your face, fuck
his ass, and I'll have you chug my cum out of his shithole."

       Patrick seemed unbothered at all by the threat, instead, he smiled,
"But you won't. You can indeed do all of that, but you do know something I
do that you can't do. I make Louis good. Yes, you can take him from me, and
be his man, but at that point, he'll just suck your cock and do nothing
else. You will be the king of Francia, and you won't do that because that
means you're betraying Charles. You are the embodiment of loyalty and
honor. And I admire you for that."

       Although he scoffed and acted like he didn't care, Baptiste's chest
puffed at the compliment, "Heh, that's the Frankish code of chivalry, we
are not known as the knights of the world for nothing. Of course, as a
Frankish man, I need to be a good example."

       "Well," Patrick's smile grew wider as Baptiste walked straight into
his snare, "You are a Frankish man, and Louis is the emperor of the
Frankish, and I am his stud. Wouldn't that make me the stud of every
Frankish man, including you? I think it would only be appropriate if you
honor me with a dance." Patrick stood up and made an exaggerated gesture
before holding his hand for Baptiste.

       Baptiste looked at the room, everyone was watching them holding
their breath. What Patrick said was right, he couldn't be the perfect man
for Louis like Patrick could, and he respected him for that, admired him
even. But did that admiration enough to make him subservient in the dance
for someone so... weak? Surely not, but all Baptiste could think was that
moment when Patrick stared into his soul as he pissed on Charles's
painting. His gaze, his smile, his exhausted body from fucking Louis, and
his half-hard cock pissing gave Baptiste a feeling that he never felt
before. It made him feel weak on the knees and his asshole pulsating.

       Hecepted the hand.

       Patrick guided him into the dance floor. It was empty because
everyone was afraid they'd draw the ire of Baptiste somehow if they stayed
in his way.

       Once they stood in the middle, surrounded by every eye staring at
them, Patrick didn't start the dance. Instead, he rip Baptiste's trousers
completely and then tucked the hem of Baptiste's shirt to the belt, leaving
him naked from the waist down. Baptiste remained completely silent as
Patrick walked around him like he was assessing some kind of meat. He even
weighted Baptiste's fat ass in front of everyone, trying to make it jiggle,
but it was firm muscle cheeks. He spanked it a few times, and Baptiste
didn't even flinch.

       "Be a good soldier and Spread your cheeks, bitch. Let me see the
muscle cunt."

       Patrick spoke with such authority that it made Baptiste's soft 6"
cock drool with precum. His hands obeyed the command, spreading his muscle
cheeks as far as they could, without even him realizing it, revealing a
tight pink small hole.

       He heard whistles followed by, "That is one fucking well-trained
tight-muscle cunt."

       Previously, he'd have Hugo, or any other man, dropped dead on the
floor for referring to his asshole as a cunt, but this time was
different. He wasn't doing it to be subservient to any man, he was doing it
because Patrick was exerting his dominance over him, and that thought made
his cock grow harder. He even unconsciously lifted his butt a bit more so
his asshole was even more exposed. Of course, everyone noticed and laughed,
some just giggled, but people like the Leinsters and Hugo laughed out loud.

       Patrick wasn't done, he reached for Baptiste's shirt from behind and
rip it open, not completely, only exposing the two huge tits. "That's more
like it. This is more fitting for a man of your stature." He said flicking
both of Baptiste's nipples. Only this time, Baptiste flinched a bit.

       Patrick pulled Baptiste's hands and tucked them behind the man's
back, and then without warning, he jammed his finger deep inside Baptiste's
chute. Again, only a slight flinch. He left a few distances between them so
everyone could see how his hand was moving around, ransacking the
marshall's hole, trying to find the bitch button. When he found it,
everyone also knew because Baptiste suddenly tip-toed letting out a
high-pitch squeal. Patrick made him squeal a few more times before he
pulled him by the ass closer.

       In that position, Patrick was behind Baptiste with one hand holding
his hands while another hand was deep inside his ass while Baptiste was
standing tip-toed, red-faced, cock standing hard, and tits exposed, they
began to dance. It was more like Patrick was pushing Baptiste around, but
they did try to do that following the music rhythm and Baptiste did walking
tip-toed the entire way. Sometimes, Patrick let his hand which was holding
Baptiste's hand go and spanked the ass once or twice as they swayed near
the audience. Only Hugo, followed by Damien by example, dared to spank
Baptiste's cock when he was passing them.

       "See, even though you have been shitty with me ever since I came, I
knew we'd find a common ground eventually. But I'll let you eat your own
shit before I forgive you."

       As they swayed, Patrick was rapidly shaking his finger inside
Baptiste's ass making the man yelp what he would describe as a sissy moan
before pulling his finger and feeding it to Baptiste who accepted
lustfully. After they made a few rounds across the room, Patrick finally
called Hugo to come to them.

       "Be a dear and help your emperor get free amenities," Patrick
whispered into Baptiste's ear with a low growl, emphasizing it with a
strong jab at his prostate.

       "What's up, need help with the muscle bitch?" Hugo slapped
Baptiste's cock, making it bounce. He also quickly planted his lips on one
of Baptiste's nipples, sucking it so hard and making Baptiste flinch again,
before letting it go, "Nice tasty tits, by the way. Thought you are a bull,
but apparently, you're one thick muscle cow."

       "About that thing, I ask for Louis's journey to Rome, if I give you
a dance with him, will you finally give it for free and don't drain your
emperor's coffer when there is a war on the horizon."

       "Will you let me fuck him?"

       Baptiste's ass tensed around Patrick's finger and he looked angrily
at both of them. Patrick spanked Baptiste twice, and the Marshall was
facing the front again, like a soldier, but his ass still tensed.

       "No."

       "Well, fuck, I can't give them to you for free then. It was a chore
looking for them, and you want only the best. I can give you 20% off."

       "You dipshit. This is fucking Baptiste, the Marshall of the realm,
do you seriously think he'll let your finger anywhere near his ass again?"

       "Fine, 50%."

       "Free, and once I break him in, I'll let you have him. Fuck, I'll
have a fucking deflowerment party."

       Hugo wasn't convinced, but at the same time, it was probably his
only chance at the Marshall's uptight ass, "Fine, you drive a hard bargain,
it'll better be worth my money. Now get you're finger off, I want to have
fun with him."

       "Be good, bitch." Patrick spanked Baptiste one last time before
letting Hugo take his place behind the huge man.

       Hugo blew air on two of his fingers and held it like he was holding
a sword, "Spread your cheeks and arch your back cunt, I want a clear strike
at that Achilles's heel and turn you from a dire boar into a squealing
little piggy."

       Baptiste couldn't believe what just happened. The man just sold his
ass for a fucking deal with the degenerate good for nothing. The man
treated him like he owned him like he was his property. Not only now that
Baptiste had his sword defending the emperor and him, but now he could also
use Baptiste as leverage.

       He felt... important. Even more than when Charles was the
emperor. Somehow feeling like he was owned was pleasant for him, and the
dominance Patrick showed was different than Charles, and strangely
addicting.

       He looked over his shoulder at Hugo's smirking face, the man wanted
to humiliate him and Baptiste had no choice but to serve his humiliation on
a silver platter. He reached behind and spread his asscheeks, he arched his
back like he was told to and angled his body in such a way that his ass was
a little bit upturned and fully exposed to Hugo. He could see a crowd of
people began gathering behind Hugo looking at his winking asshole.

       "Hugo! Hugo! Hugo!" He heard them chanting.

       Hugo even let some people blow his finger sword for good luck before
he readied himself wielding his hand like a knight wielding a greatsword
who was about to slice his first prey.

       The last thing Baptiste remembered was Hugo's cruel smile before he
let out a long high-pitched squeal. The sensation, which he wasn't sure if
it was pain or pleasure, made him clasp his thighs together which made them
crush his balls, sending him a wave of pain and making him howl even
louder. He wanted to move and dislodged himself from Hugo's finger, but
Hugo hook himself and held Baptiste in place as he writhed like a maniac.

       Everyone laughed at the spectacle in front of them.

       However, Hugo wasn't done. He was barely started. He pulled Baptiste
by the ass close to him, just like how Baptiste and Patrick had danced, but
instead of swaying to the rhythm, Hugo mercilessly beat Baptiste's ass as
he guided him around the room. He encouraged people, young and old, men and
women, Frankish and Leinster, to slap Baptistse's cock around, slap the
balls, pinch and pull the nipples, and suck the nipples all the while
violating Baptiste's joy button rapidly. Sometimes, Hugo also had him
standing while people were grinding their cock on his thighs or kneeling to
give them access to his chest and cum there. Only Damien dared to push his
cock on Baptiste's cheek, but the man refused to open his mouth when the
cock was trying to push past his lips. Damien knew it was better to relent
than to push his luck in case his dick get bitten off by the muscle
bitch. He did coat Baptiste's face with his cum, so it was still his win in
his book. And some other people, though not directly cum on the face, had
their cum splashed on Baptiste's face as well.

       Baptiste wasn't even doing anything when nobody even dared to slap
his face around because he was too busy moaning. If Achilles had his heel,
then Baptiste had his bitch button.

       He had cum gallons and gallons of cum when Patrick brought him to
his room, and he felt like he was ready to cum at any moment.

       "See, it wasn't so bad letting yourself go, was it?" Patrick lay
beside Baptiste with one hand supporting his head as he looked at the
beaten-up man with his face covered in cum thanks to Damien cumming thrice
on his face, "You Frankish are all the same. All imprisoned, trapped in
your own code of conduct. Chivalry my ass. I showed you your bitch button
and you all came like a fucking river. I get it, you need to stay strong
and aggressive so you disciplined yourself like a fucking maniac. But you
need to let yourself out sometimes too, let you be who you are."

       Baptiste was surprised when Patrick suddenly licked his face and
kissed him with a mouth full of cum. He pulled out and they stared in
silence for a couple of seconds before Patrick left. Even Patrick himself
wasn't sure what he was doing.

       In feasts and balls after, there was no denying that they were a
lover, and they flaunted it left, right, and center. At first, people
tolerated it because it was their emperor after all, but because every
night things would get rowdy and with the help of drugs, the courtiers
became even more sensual and intimate with each other. The party was fun
and sexual. Wives were playing with men who weren't their husbands, and
husbands smooching each other which often led to fun in the bedroom with or
without their wives. The attitude of the courtiers was forever
changed. Including Baptiste who Baptiste coming to the party with the same
dress code as the one, Patrick gave him, no trousers and tits out. He
clearly had ordered a different shirt since the opening on his chest
clearly was tailored and the hem of his shirt was shorter as well. Not only
that, the belt he wore was higher and tighter so the hem of his shirt
crumpled around his ass like a bouquet. How did anyone come to such a
conclusion, you might ask? Well, everyone was surprised when Baptiste
joined them in playing a card game, and almost nobody wanted to go against
him, but Hugo welcomed him with an open arm and rip Baptiste off his
money. To spice things up, Hugo also made the loser do dares as well. As a
newcomer, Baptiste lost every single game that night, and one of the dares
he got was to turn upside down and spread his asscheeks. That was how the
courtiers noticed how the outfit made Baptiste's ass look like a bouquet
holding one tight pink sunflower. He also made Baptiste warm up to a bunch
of more "degenerate" games, as Baptiste put it, as well.

       With Stephanus and Baptiste inducted into the debauchery, there was
no more thing or people that could halt the way the feasts changed. The
feasts and the games were way wilder and more sexual than it was
before. Even Stephanus began casting his eyes on bachelors' ass who wasn't
married or just gotten married, a habit that he got rid of when he became
the Archbishop and stuck with boys' asses.

      	It had become a routine for both Louis and Patrick to wake up early
in the morning, had their morning fuck, morning bath fuck, and after bath
fuck before dressing for the day. After that, Patrick made it his duty to
dress Louis himself, and no one else. They stood in front of the huge
mirror as Patrick dressed Louis while making out with him all the time.

      Patrick's new bitch had also been helping them ever since he was
bitched, be that manual labor or a blowjob. He was always there with the
two, keeping his head down trailing behind them naked. When they woke up,
Cian had to give Patrick his morning blowjob preparing him for fucking
Louis, and after that, drinking Patrick's piss. He also had to drink
Louis's piss, but he had to do it from the chamberpot. Patrick made sure
Cian knew Louis's body was a privilege that he needed to earn.

      That was why bathing time was Cian's favorite time. The only time he
could touch Louis was when they were bathing. They didn't lift a finger and
let Cian clean them. Once they were done, Cian usually had to warm
Patrick's balls with his mouth as they lounged and talked with their
friends who were bathing together. Sometimes, Patrick also lent his balls
warmer to his friends when he wanted to fuck Louis. When Louis was done
getting railed, that was when Patrick allowed Cian to eat Louis's ass. He
still wasn't comfortable eating cum since it reminded him of his low
position in the pecking order. However, cleaning Louis's ass was one of the
rare times he got with Louis, and he lived in fear of Patrick getting rid
of that moment anytime he liked, so whenever he got the chance even
smelling Louis's ass, he was ravenous like a hungry wolf.

      Even Patrick had to admit that even though Cian was his bitch, the
man still managed to look like a fucking stud as he sucked Patrick's cock.

      After the bath, they returned to their room, then Cian dressed
Patrick for the day. How he managed to put any shirt on Patrick as the man
kissing, playing, and rough-housing with Louis on the bed was a mystery
even to Patrick.

      When Patrick was dressed, he dropped his trouser below his ass and
ordered Cian to eat his ass while he dressed Louis. Even as they dressed,
they couldn't stop making out with each other. The first time this
happened, Cian was looking at them with such jealousy that Patrick was mad
and told him to "make out" with Patrick's asshole instead.

      "Done, babe." Patrick finished dressing Louis with a peck on his
mouth.

      "Well, I am going to prepare for travel to Rome, then," Louis
replied.

      "Fuck yeah, right there!" Patrick said as he leaned on the mirror and
arched his back so Cian's tongue could slide deeper into his ass, "Ah, I am
sorry, I have a thing to do, so I couldn't do it for you."

      "It's okay. I haven't been holding court anyway."

      "Fuck me!"

      Seeing how Patrick's eyes turned white, it was clear he didn't hear
what Louis was saying. He looked at Cian who was devouring Patrick's ass
like he hadn't had a single meal for months. It amazed Louis how despite
his current status, Cian managed to give Louis a very confident look. Louis
could see his smirk as he ate Patrick's ass with vengeance. Cian even dared
to spank Patrick hard, leaving a handprint on his white ass.

      Louis knew Patrick wouldn't say or mind when he was in his fuckfog.
Patrick might not admit it, but Louis knew he liked to explore every part
of there is to sex. Louis knew Patrick was still trying to come to terms
with his own desire despite telling Louis and everyone to accept theirs.

      Louis kissed both Patrick and Cian on the cheek, before leaving Cian
to finish eating Patrick's ass.

      Cian didn't mind eating Patrick's ass at all. It was the only
masculine thing he had left with when he had to blow Patrick or even let
Patrick eat his ass. He loved to have his ass eaten, but there was a
difference between having your ass eaten for exerting your dominance and
for preparation before buttfucking. Well, technically, he still had a lot
of masculinity in tact since Patrick hadn't popped his cherry yet, but he
was not delusional. He knew Patrick was only waiting for the right time to
pop his cherry and he wasn't looking forward to it. Those and all of the
humiliations Patrick had him do, all he had left was this short moment
where he could fuck Patrick with his tongue. The only time he could feel
his masculinity back. The moment when he knew he was in charge.

      There were many times when he made Patrick could only moan like a
little girl, totally abandoning his duty to dress Louis and making out with
him. He felt a surge of power as he felt like he was the one who decided
whether or not Patrick could make out with Louis. And when he figured out
how submissive Patrick was when he entered what Cian called "red bitch
mode", Cian didn't hold himself back.

      Once Louis left, Cian spanked Patrick's ass without mercy as he
pushed his tongue as deep as he could into Patrick. Patrick was tip-toed
and curled his feet, and from the mirror, Cian could see him drooling and
playing with his own tits.

      Patrick rarely let Cian's finger anywhere near his asshole any other
time of the day, but during that time, he let Cian stick as many fingers as
he wanted into Patrick. Cian always started with one, before quickly moving
to two. Even with two fingers, he made Patrick's ass jiggle like it was
being pounded hard by a cock, Patrick was moaning like a bitch being fucked
by one too if Cian was to be asked. His favorite time was when he stopped
moving his finger, and he watched as Patrick rutted himself on Cian's
fingers. He did that a couple of times before going back to wrecking his
"stud" ass with his fingers. When felt nice, Cian would put his nose on
Patrick's ass and blow air into his asshole. Patrick seemed to love this,
and somehow Cian loved to do this to make Patrick happy. When he felt like
he wanted to get back at Patrick, Cian would roughly pull apart Patrick's
asshole and spat into them. He'd also slapped Patrick's asshole until it
puffed.

      When Patrick was about to cum, he always announced it, Cian pulled
Patrick's cock back and pushed the head into Patrick's own asshole. He held
the cock in place as Patrick's filled his own ass with his cum.

      Weirdly enough, Patrick would wait in that position, arching his back
with ass open to Cian, as the man jerked his cock until he cum on Patrick's
feet. Recently, Cian pushed his luck and cummed on Patrick's back and had
been smearing Patrick's back with his cum ever since. This time, he tried
to push his luck further and held Patrick's crack open with his free finger
as he aimed his cock at Patrick's asshole.

      They stared at each other as Cian smeared Patrick's asshole with his
cum, and he cum a lot that time.

      He slapped Patrick's ass one more time before he pulled up the
trouser and smiled proudly when he saw a little bit of wet spot appear on
the trouser.

      "You thought you win, huh?" Patrick said looking at him through the
mirror.

      "No, sir," Cian said, smiling confidently as he looked Patrick in the
eyes.

      "Well, just think of it as a parting gift for me since you're going
to be left behind while Louis and I go to Rome."

      "What!?" Cian was shocked, he was sure they'd brought him to Rome, at
least to carry their luggage.

       "You hear me cunt," Patrick acted like he was cleaning his shirt
from dust as he looked around and then back to look at Cian again, "We need
you to stay and watch things around here when we were away."

       "Sir?" Cian couldn't believe his ear.

       "You hear me. You might be a bitch to me, but you'll do everything
to protect Louis. So I trust you to watch over this place. Pepin will be
the regent, but I am not sure yet where he stands. Besides, I need you to
do a few errands for me as well."

       "Sir... I don't know what to say... Thank you." It was the first
time Cian ever felt like this toward Patrick, and he didn't even know what
he felt. Appreciated? Rewarded? He didn't know how to react so he cutely
pinched Patrick's butt that he kept looking because he could no longer look
Patrick in the eyes and not kiss him like Patrick was his wife.

       "Don't feel happy yet, cunt. It won't be me if I make you happy,
right?" Patrick said, looking at Cian with his cruel half-smile.

       Cian hated that smile.

       "Let's get to the Leinster barrack, it's time to settle a few things
since I've been keeping you busy from your duty as commander. They've been
slacking, and we need to keep them in check."

       Cian didn't like where they went, and as he stepped closer to the
barrack, his steps became heavier. He was their respected commander, their
leader, and although he hadn't been attending their drill like usual, all
of his underlings had already seen him around following Patrick naked like
he was subservient. He even got some jeers as he passed them. He wasn't
sure how he could keep them in check like Patrick said. It would've been
better if Patrick replaced him with someone else as the commander of the
Rutting Stags.

       When they arrived at the training ground, only a few people were
training, most of them were lollygagging around doing fucks know what.

       "Look who came! Shawn! Your man is back! Well, he's someone else's
bitch now!"

       A handsome man with strawberry blonde short hair stood up. He looked
younger than Cian but they were the same age. He was also Cian's main
bitch, but ever since Cian was taken by Patrick, he took over Cian's harem.

       "I hope you don't mind me taking over the bitches, cunt!"

       Cian ignored the remark.

       "Well, your commander was busy with me, and I see your lack of
discipline. Don't worry. Since your emperor and I will be heading to Rome,
this means he'll be returning to his post whipping you bitches into shape
again."

       "You can't be serious! I'll let no bitches be my leader!" said
someone in the crowd, "What he's going to train us to do? How to fit big
cocks into our asses!? You gotta be kidding me!"

       Patrick turned to Cian, "Well, it's your turn cunt, show them who's
the boss."

       Cian wasn't expecting that, "Sir?"

       "The only reason why I keep you here, close, and happy, somewhat, is
because you're Cian! The fucking leader of the rutting stag! I need you
here as my chain for these fuckers to keep them loyal to Louis. If you
forget who you are, I will cast you aside!"

       Hearing that, Cian's face went red. He didn't endure all of that
humiliation just to be cast aside by Patrick. Veins bulged through his body
as his muscle bulged with each step he was taking toward the guy who tried
to rile the people into his support, unaware of his doom coming to him.

       The man was bigger than Cian, but Cian was the one with years of
fighting experience. When the man turned, Cian's hand was ready at the
man's balls. Cian let the man screaming on the top of his lungs before
slapping the shit out of the man with his free hand. He slapped him so hard
the man was pushed back, but Cian pulled him closer by the balls. When he
was done, and the man was a whimpering mess, Cian stripped him naked and
tied him. He then carried the man to Patrick, bending him over in front of
Patrick while spreading the asscheeks wide open. He held him in place as
Patrick pulled down his trouser.

       Of course, Patrick wouldn't refuse a free virgin pussy.

       He rammed his cock into the virgin hole, popping the man's cherry
while Cian pushed the man's back meeting Patrick's thrust.

       He let his cock in as he made his speech, "He's still your commander
and those who think he shouldn't be can challenge him in the old
ways. Though I hope you know the payment if you lose." Patrick spanked the
man he was fucking, "Of course, you could all gang on him, doing what this
prick Frankish called a coup, but at that point, why the fuck are you
here!? Why don't you go back to your homeland and sucked my father's cock
while you plow the farms? You're here as warriors looking for glory, and
warriors follow their leader who leads them by might! And that person just
so happens to be my bitch! So if you have a bone to pick with him, say it
now or you can fuck off! Forget about glory and about having a house full
of Frankish bitches. If you want to stay and have all of that glory and
asses, then let my bitch train you to be the man he failed to be! And if
you think he's less than a man then any of you, again, prove it."

       There was silence, except for the sound of the man's asscheek being
clapped by Patrick's pounding, nobody dared to talk back for fear of
meeting the same fate as the man.

       "I guess we have no choice, huh."

       "He is still a man and your commander! The only difference is he's
taking my cock regularly. Well, will be taking my cock regularly."

       "You still haven't taken his cherry!? What the fuck, Patrick! I
thought the reason why he couldn't come was that his ass is too sore!"

       "Patrick, does your cock need help popping his cherry, if it does,
I'll volunteer!"

       "Shut up! I got my plan! Okay. Just shut up! You'll know when I am
popping his cherry, I'll hold a fucking ceremony! Don't worry!"

       "YEAH! That's the Patrick we know!"

       Patrick held his hands up while his hip kept pounding the poor man.

       "I just want you to think of Cian as my extended hand. I know you
don't think highly of me, but remember I have the emperor hook on my cock!
Well, not currently."

       "Also, besides the bitch's usual regime, I also had something else
planned for all of you." They all groaned loudly. Cian's regime itself was
already taxing. It was beneficial for their body, but there was hardly any
time to rest.

       "Don't worry! I know you are tired of his training, so I'll offer a
compromise. We'll hold a wrestling competition every month and the winner
will win the right to be sucked by Cian for the next month during the
resting period, which will be noon and afternoon. And at night, you all can
enjoy Cian's bitches ass if you can get any for the night or if you just
want to party! Cause his bitches won't be training as warriors anymore,
they will be training as sluts. Actually, I only plan that for Shawn `cause
I hate his guts, but the other bitches are collateral damage."

       "And what makes you think I'll let that happen!?" Shawn shouted.

       Patrick shrugged at Cian.

       Cian just turned around and looked at Shawn who gulped down his
spit. "Piss yourself, cunt!"

       Shawn's trouser was drenched within seconds.

       "Well, remember they're still Cian's bitches so if he didn't like
how you're treating them, he can force you to pay with your own ass!"

       "Yeah, understood. I hate his guts too! Too bad he has Cian as his
man!"

       "When we'll be getting a turn at Cian's ass!?"

       Cian could feel his ass quivering at that question.

       "Well, on to the next order of business. Cian show them your sweet
tight hole!"

       Cian, face redden with shame this time, bent over in front of
everyone as he pulled apart his asscheeks, showing his pink tight hole,
"See that tight hole? I don't think it was tight enough. I want all of you
to be my watcher for Cian's virgin tight pussy. I want it to be as tight as
possible when I break it in, and I don't want anything to pry that hole
open, not even his own shit. So he'll be taking diet and medication from
that Han doctor, and it'll better work because if he shits anything larger
than that small pebble, all of you can give him a spank. So whenever he had
to take a dump, he'll do it in front of you!"

       "Disgusting!"

       "Are you punishing him or punishing us!?"

       "Cunts! Be grateful I didn't demand your pussy for how you
disrespected me before! I only asked you to watch him shit, not shitting my
cum! Unless you prefer that!"

       "No! Yeah! We'll watch him shit, alright!"

       "Good! Now let me finish this." He pounded the man hard, using the
hole to get off as the Leinsters cheered for him. After long minutes of
hard pounding, he cummed down the man's hole.

       He pulled his slick cock and waved it at Cian.

       Cian thought he was going to die from embarrassment sucking
Patrick's cock in public, but somehow, knowing that he could beat anyone
who laughed at him into a pulp made him less embarrassed and
more... proud. Somehow, looking up at Patrick who smiled as Cian sucked his
cock made him feel happy as well. That was until Patrick choked him on his
cock and cum on his face. Patrick slapped his cock a few times on Cian's
face before tucking it back in. He left without a word while Cian still
kneeled with a face full of cum.

       Cian could hear people laughing.

       He carried the man who Patrick just fucked and threw him at Shawn,
"He'll be training for sluts like the rest of you. I'll make the training
list later. For now, just squatted until resting time."

       He then made his way into the laughing people, "Did you see
something funny!?" Cian screamed at them, his face close to the man's face.

       It was hard not to laugh when your drill officer's face was covered
in cum. "N-no. sir!"

       "Do you want to lick the cum off my face!?"

       This time, they went silent, "No, sir!"

       "Good! Get running! The last place will be eating the cum on my
face! And you know I'll make you eat it."

       They raced like their life depended on it.

       On the break of the dawn, the next day, Louis and his entourage were
already prepared to go. Pepin, who was chosen as the regent, was there to
see Louis off together with the rest of the councilors although the
steward, Duke Frederic of Provence, was traveling together with Louis to
escort them to Provence before Louis boarded a ship to Rome. Louis also
brought along Stephanus to Rome, and his other courtiers to serve him
during the travel. The size of the entourage wasn't big, and only a small
portion of his army, knights, and the kingsguards were brought to guard
them during their travel.

       Louis had ordered a better and huge carriage beforehand, and he
wasn't disappointed when a beautiful and extravagant white carriage
brandished in gold arrived. Even the peasants were gathering to look at the
new carriage and their emperor leaving. The interior of the carriage was
spacious, very comfortable, and as expensive as the exterior design.

       Murmurs and gossip were heard from the peasants when they saw Louis
enter the carriage with Patrick. It did make sense, they rationalized,
Patrick was the commander of the Kingsguard. The peasants were gathering
around the way to send Louis off, and the crowd gathered even more when
they saw Louis leaning out of the carriage window to wave them off. They
cheered in merriment when Louis's carriage passed them, admiring the beauty
of the emperor

       All Louis could think was what would his subjects think if they
could see him naked from the waist down behind the carriage door. He looked
at them as he passed and wondered if one of them could see Patrick behind
him completely naked dogging him so hard Louis had to grab on the window
frame to prevent him from falling. It wasn't Patrick's fault he pounded
hard and got extra excited, Louis was extra tight from the attention.

       "Fuck, they couldn't even see you and you grip my cock like a
fucking vice. I couldn't imagine how tight you'll be if they could see you
fucking naked or better yet, my cock fucking your tight ass pussy."

       They weren't a quarter way out yet and Louis had already cumming.

       His face must've been very stupid because he could hear many of the
peasants laughing at his face, and yet, he couldn't stop cumming. If
anything, the humiliation made him cum even more.

       The life of the court continued as lively even without Louis,
especially now that Louis had granted Damien, the court feast organizer,
access to the coffers for arranging lavished feast without him. He no
longer needed to spend money to get a drink or eat good food, their feast
was even more expensive than when Louis was there. At first, Damien was
afraid of Pepin, but when he could see the regent had a lot on his mind,
Damien managed to bullshit his way through expensive feasts every night.

       Of course, it didn't grant him access to Louis's bedroom, but in
Damien's defense, if Louis didn't want Damien to use his bedroom, then
Louis shouldn't have given the key in the first place. He had been sleeping
in Louis's bedroom ever since Louis left, wearing his nightgown, and even
playing a little dressing up as the emperor at night. He made sure to rub
his ball sweat on every single thing in that room every night, from the
pillow to Louis's clothes, even Patrick's clothes for good measures, and he
got a lot of sweat thanks to the whores he invited to fuck there.

       He still got to pay for the whore, but it wasn't that hard to do
ever since Baptiste joined them to play games at the feasts. He got to rob
the Marshall of his money and have a good laugh at the same time.

       Hugo especially loved making a fool out of Baptiste whenever he lost
a bet and had to do dares. At first, it begin with fingering his own
"muscle cunt", Hugo made them refer to his asshole as that for the night as
one of the dares while playing cards, and before the night even went
halfway, Baptiste already participated in soggy biscuit, only the biscuit
was a basket full of baguette, and of course, the "big muscle bitch", which
Hugo made him refer to himself as well, lost the game and had to eat a
basket full of cum-covered baguettes. It wasn't part of the punishment, but
Hugo fooled him by telling him he had to ask every single guest to cum in
the basket before he could eat and he had to let them use his body,
grinding on him, pinching his nipples, or even sucking it, to help them
cum.

       By the end of the night, Baptiste ended it dancing with Damien, the
dance which their name muscle bitch dance, and not because of a bet. Never
in a million years, had he thought he would dance with Damien, the man
Charles hated so much he made him the court's fool, let alone letting the
fool stick his fingers up his butt, but he did, he even arched his back to
provide easy access for Damien's fingers. He did have more self-control
this time, he wasn't squealing unless Damien rapidly tapped on his prostate
or asked him to moan. He did still allow people to touch him, play with his
nipples, suck them, even slap his cock and balls, but once somebody got
their cock near him, he'd growl at them. Well, luckily, with fingers up his
ass, Baptiste was more pliable, so more daring courtiers did manage to
grind and even cum on Baptiste.

       On the other side of the room much earlier, another huge giant was
staring at his father who was bent over the table ready to receive a
spanking from the men he called "sissies" before because he lost yet
another game. Percival was sitting alone, bare-assed and tits out, drinking
his wine, while his beloved brother, Jacques, had gone somewhere seducing
another man's wife.

       He was surprised when a man suddenly clanked his goblet and sat
beside him drinking his own wine. It was Mason Le Roux, whose father was
currently giving Percival's father the spanking of his life. It was the
first time they sat this close, it was the first time Percival got a good
look at the handsome young man who was probably younger than his
brother. He could also see, though his hair was predominantly black, he
highlighted the hair brown. His tunic was quite revealing as well, Percival
could see the man's chest, it wasn't huge, but toned. He was smaller than
Percival in every way imaginable, so it was weird to see him confidently
sitting beside the giant.

       Percival might not have his brother's baby face, but he was still an
Adonis. With a big nose and sharp jawline, his dumb smile made him look
more approachable and handsome despite his rough appearance. He was dumb
Adonis who traded all of his brains for a muscle. His hair was golden with
a short bang covering a side of his forehead. He was bigger than his father
both in body and cock-size. People thought gigantism was a genetic failure,
but for Baptiste, it was a God-given blessing. Well, nobody was sure if
Percival's huge body was gigantism or his actual body size, but either way,
he made his father cream his own pants every time he held huge baby
Percival. And as he grew, his muscle was only getting bigger and bigger,
and it wasn't rare for Baptiste to cum inside his trouser whenever he saw
Percival hitting the punching sack, or just shirtless. His nice shapely
manboobs, clearly defined eight packs, and perfect v-line waist never
failed to make Baptiste's cock shoot at least a drop of cum without
precumming beforehand whenever Percival flexed.

       Percival looked at the handsome man confused.

       Mason only shrugged and said, "You seem lonely. It's quite rare for
you to be alone, usually, you had your father beside you, and not even your
knight friends dared to approach." He chuckled

       "My knight friends," He made an air quote, "are always busy doing
their things, like chasing women. As for my father..." Percival trailed off
looking at his father getting spanked on each cheek while his face was
pushed on Gaston's hairy ass.

       "Trying new things," Mason finished him off, "You're wife there also
trying new things."

       Percival looked at his pregnant wife, sitting with other pregnant
wives, giggling and teasing a group of men who asked for their breast
milk. His wife seemed to take a liking to a man and she filled his goblet
with her milk to the brim.

       "I... just had nothing to do... I don't know."

       "Well, what did you do for fun?"

       Percival tilted his head, "Hitting the sack?"

       "Bro, no. That's what you do when you train."

       Percival tried to think again, but he came up with nothing.

       "It's fine bro, we're going to figure it out. So, how do you like to
fuck your wife?"

       Percival blushed so hard that Mason almost laughed, "W-what do you
mean?"

       "C'mon, we all men here. Besides, your father had been bragging
about how you make her scream every night."

       Percival looked around unsure, but under Mason's persistent gaze, he
awkwardly explained how he fucked his wife with a hand gesture, "So she
lays on the bed, naked, and I stick my cock inside her."

       "Yeah? You ram it hard inside her bald cunt? You tear her tight cunt
open, bro."

       Percival, clearly unaware of how Mason knew his wife had a bald
cunt, continued, "No! I was... Only putting my tip in." He was
self-conscious about that since the first time he told his brother about
it, Jacques laughed like a maniac. He's been helping him prepare his wife
ever since.

       Jacques suggested that Percival requested a cake every night before
he visited his wife's bedroom, Percival's wish was everyone's command as
far as Baptiste's courtiers were concerned. Percival then fucked the cake
with his humongous 10" cock while Jacques "prepared" his wife. Once
Percival was done, he had to cum in a goblet and finished eating his
already ruined cake to not make their father suspicious. After that,
Percival would wait by grinding his cock, on the carpet at the beginning,
but when Baptiste found out the first time around and he believed Percival
when he said he was trying to increase his aggression, and even pat him on
the back, Jacques told him to grind on Baptiste's bedroom instead.

       Baptiste caught him the first time around of course, but just as
Jacques suspected, the father felt only proud looking at Percival's 10"
hard cock. Baptiste enthusiastically agreed when Percival asked him to work
out together. Percival would lie still on the floor, while his father was
bending over, pressing his pillow onto Percival's hard cock while trying to
squat on his son's face. It was also then that Baptiste figured out that
Jacques had been helping Percival with his wife, but apparently, he was
okay with his useless son doing something to help his older stronger
brother. You'd think that Percival had no reason to eat the cake to fool
his father anymore, but he didn't say no when Jacques told him to keep
doing it.

       Usually, Jacques would just mix the goblet full of cum with water
and let Percival drink it, believing his cum had been stored inside his
wife by his brother. However, since Baptiste entered their nightly routine,
Jacques had been serving his father Percival's cum mixed with his piss as
his night-workout drink. Sometimes, he'd his cum as well, but now that
Percival's wife no longer need Jacques's cum, he had routinely added his
cum alongside his piss and Percival's cum to his father's drink.

       Once he was done with his workout, Percival went to bed, plugging
his wife's drenched cunt with his huge cockhead, thinking he was plugging
his wife with his cum, unaware it was his brother's swimmer he was keeping
up there.

       Of course, Percival didn't share the details with Mason, he might be
dumb, but his brother made sure he knew what he should say and what he
shouldn't.

       "No fucking way! So you never ram your fucking cock inside her?
You're telling me beside the fucking head, your 10" is a virgin!?"

       Percival quickly covered Mason's mouth, he knew how shameful it was
for married men to be a virgin, even unmarried, "Shhhh!!!"

       After Mason nodded, Percival let his hand off Mason's mouth, "It's
just... It didn't fit her. She always scream whenever I tried to push
deeper, so I never did."

       "Fuck... No wonder her cunt was tight as fuck."

       Percival looked at Mason confused.

       "You never tried her ass?"

       Percival looked at Mason like he had suggested he murder the
emperor, "By the God, no! The church condemns it and Dad would kill me if
he knew."

       "Bro, chill. Look at your dad there."

       Baptiste was squatting on an edge of a table, pulling his asshole
apart as hard as he could, while everyone around him was laughing, Hugo
even put his face close to the ass while fanning his face with his hand
making a face as he had just smelled something stink. Some of the guys even
quickly pulled down their trousers and waved their cock on Baptiste's
literally opened asshole. Baptiste wasn't aware of any of these because he
was too focused on holding his asshole wide open. It wasn't even for the
bet, it was just a challenge to spread his asshole open and he accepted.

       "Well, if I couldn't get my cock up there, at least I can get my
swimmer in your fucking womb," Damien said when his cock, as if on command,
shot his cum right into Baptiste's asshole he finally stood up and closed
his ass, sealing Damien's cum there.

       "C'mon! We're just playing around! Don't be a party pooper." He
heard them cajoling his angry father.

       "Yeah, it was just a spit anyway."

       "A cockpit." He heard Damien mutter, which made the other guys laugh
leaving his dad even more confused.

       "Don't worry, just wait a few more months and if your belly starts
to swell up, you knew who the father is." Baptiste didn't find Damien's
joke funny, but people kept cajoling him and calming him down until
eventually he sat back and played some more games.

       "See, your dad is doing something new. I don't think he'll be mad
you tried something new too. It's only fair."

       "I don't think you know my father."

       "You're right bro, I don't. But I can get to know you. We're buds
right?" Mason said holding his hand.

       At first, Percival was unsure about his feeling toward Mason, but
the guy seemed friendly and that was the first time someone tried to be his
friend and not just a workout buddy. So he grabbed Mason's hand, and Mason
suddenly pulled him closer.

       "So tell me, have you stuck your cock inside a man's ass?" Mason
whispered into his ear.

       "N-no..." Percival blushed. He could also feel Mason's hand on his
thigh. The newfound closeness was strange to him, but pleasant.

       "What about your ass? Did you have a man's cock up there? No
judgment here bro, and I'll keep it secret from your dad."

       He saw his father and Damien joking around. Damien rubbed his hand
on his father's stomach multiple times, clearly pushing that pregnant joke
further, but his father was very welcoming. Well, at first at
least. Eventually, his father would even rub his belly together with
Damien.

       "Fucker, I won't let my son know if you are his father. No way in
hell I let him know he had a fucking sissy for a father."

       Baptiste and Damien laughed, but Mason knew his father no longer had
any mercy left for that man and was ready to humiliate him in any way
possible.

       After a few moments of silence, looking at their fathers, Percival
finally nodded.

       "No shit? Who? Don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe."

       This time, Percival was more reluctant.

       "Let me guess, your brother?"

       Percival's eyes bulged out of its socket. If this nobody knew,
chances are his father also knew.

       "Don't worry, it wasn't obvious. I knew because I talked with Mason
a few times," as customers in Hugo's brothel, sometimes they attended
orgies together. Of course, he didn't add that.

       "Well, how he was like on bed stud? I bet he loves jackhammering
your muscle cunt, doesn't he? How many times a week he uses your cunt?"

       Percival blushed at such crassness, but he still nodded, "Every
night ever since he knew how to cum. Fuck, I can't believe I am about to
say this. I was the one who tasted his first cum, and ever since then, he
had been fucking me." Yeah, Percival was dumb, but he knew his brother was
fucking him.

       "Shit, that's wild bro! Does he cum inside your ass?"

       "Yeah, he always cum inside my ass, it makes me so full, but he'd
plug me with a wooden plug to keep his cum inside before I shit it out in
the morning."

       "Man, if you're a girl, you'd be having, how much, 10 babies?"

       "Maybe more." Percival couldn't believe he said that, but he did,
and he laughed.

       "That can't be the only thing you do for him." Mason looked at him
knowingly. Well, Jacques wasn't as open with his proclivities with his
brother with Mason, but Mason knew something was going on between the
brothers. And when Percival avoided his gaze, he knew he was right.

       "C'mon, bro. We're buds! Don't be shy. Look here," Mason guided
Percival's hand to his hard 6" cock on his crotchless trouser. It was way
smaller than Percival's of course, but instinctively, just like his brother
had trained them whenever he touched his cock, Percival jerked Mason's cock
lightly, "That's right, bro, see how hard you got me? You need to tell me
more!"

       "Well..." He paused, his hand keeps jerking Mason,
"He... also... pissed in me..."

       "Inside your ass?" Percival nodded. "Damn, you're not only his
cumdump, but his pisspot as well."

       Percival clearly didn't like the terms Mason used to refer to him.

       "What? Don't you like it when he cums deep inside you and pisses in
you?"

       Percival didn't dare to look at Mason, but he nodded.

       "Then there is nothing wrong with that. You like what you do buddy,
you do you." Mason said thrusting his hands into Percival's hand. Unlike
Percival, he was aware of other people watching them and he usually would
return the stare with a wink and kissy lips.

       He also caught the stare of Percival's wife who was unsure while
another man was grabbing her waist trying to convince her to do
something. Mason gestured for her to go, and she went with the man for some
more private milking.

       "But Dad will kill both of us if he knew."

       Then Mason forced Percival to see his dad who lose another bet and
had to lick the cheese off a Leinster's man uncut cock. He looked
disgusted, but he did lick the cheese clean and ate it.

       "Trust me, by the end of the month, your dad will be carrying
everyone's piss inside his virgin ass. You might be your brother's pisspot,
but he's a fucking public toilet. He got no reason to be mad at you."

       Percival wasn't sure about how he felt hearing that. His father, his
mighty father, becoming the public toilet? Almost too good to be true, but
it did somehow make his cock harden. A moan escaped his mouth when he got a
sudden intrusion on his tits.

       "Tell you what bro, why don't we explore more about you?"

       "W-what do you mean?" Percival wasn't sure why he asked. All he
could think of was the pleasure he felt from his tits. His brother never
touch it and only then he knew how much of a pleasure his titties could
bring. He moaned louder when Mason pulled him closer by the tits.

       He growled in Percival's ear, "I meant, I am going to fuck the shit
out of your muscle cunt, and cum deep inside until you swell with my baby,
and then we'll bring you to your father and watch as he broke down
realizing his son has a cunt instead of an asshole."

       For the first time after his brother deflowered him, he felt
extremely excited as if he could cum at any moment from the way Mason talk
to him alone. Mason didn't even wait for a response, he just pulled
Percival by his humongous 10" dick while his other hand was already deep
inside Percival's waiting asshole, clearly knowing what was about to
happen. They received a lot of whistles along the way and even Baptiste
noticed his son was going out with a hard cock with a man.

       "Where is he going?"

       "Probably having some fun with my son."

       "With a man? Like a fucking homo!?"

       Damien rolled his eyes, "Like a stud, like Patrick." There Damien
said the magic word.

       "Hah!" Baptiste slapped his knee gleefully, "Of course, my son will
be the stud for your fucking sissy son! Don't come knocking at my door when
your son got pregnant, I don't want to have a grandson from a sissy breed
like him!"

       "Look, you lose again," Damien said. Baptiste didn't lose that time,
but it wasn't hard to convince him when everyone playing told him to.

       "Fuck! Do I need to pay or do you want me to do something?"

       "Let me piss in your mouth."

       "No fucking way!"

       "Boo! Partypooper!" Baptiste heard he was called, followed by, "He
called other people sissies and now he's chickened out."

       Baptiste slammed his fist on the table and was about to charge at
the guy when Damien held him, "Okay, okay! I'll make the bet cheaper for
you! Why don't you let me piss on your face on the dance floor instead
then? It sounds easy enough. It got to be fun because it was a bet!"

       "I don't think it'll be fun!"

       "Because you lose! If you win, you'll find it funny!"

       That made sense for Baptiste's smooth brain, so he relented and
ended up kneeling on the floor in front of Damien's cock.

       "Don't move an inch or you lose the dare," Damien said before hosing
down Baptiste with his piss. He had been keeping his tank full so he got
plenty enough to give Baptiste a complete shower.

       He started from the top, down to the bottom and once he drenched
enough of Baptiste's body, he focused back on the head. He tried his best
to get his piss inside Baptiste's nostril.

       "Why don't you get a little bit inside your mouth, y'know to see how
it felt."

       At first, the thought Baptiste was too stubborn to do it, but he did
part his mouth slightly, almost unnoticeable. Damien was no time as he
aimed straight into the parting trying to get as much of his piss as
possible into Baptiste before it closed.

       Once it closed, Damien was back to hosing Baptiste's hair, "Why
don't you move it around your tongue, see if you like the taste." Damien
didn't see a movement, but he knew Baptiste was doing it.

       "Gulp it down," he said as his piss stream died down. Damien saw
Baptiste gulping it down.

       When they were back at the seat, Damien help Baptiste pull his seat,
"Good job, pissbreath." He added leaving no secret as to what happened
there. Everyone was shocked but they quickly cheered and fist-bumped
Damien.

       Baptiste was fuming, Damien was sure his piss was steaming off
Baptiste's skin, but when the people also cheered with him, his rage
subsided and he smiled.

       His son, however, was scared shitless when Mason brought him to the
open lavatory, but his ass tighten just the way Mason liked it.

       Mason brought him to the end of the lavatory straight down the
door. "Leaned on the wall without stepping on the platform." He said which
Percival did.

       He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but his cock was
standing still as hard as a rock. He remembered this feeling, the feeling
that he felt when sucked his brother's cock for the first time when he let
him fuck his cherry the first time, the feeling of excitement when you did
something forbidden. He was afraid, but that fear fueled his lust.

       Percival was way taller than Mason, so he needed to stand on the
platform to even be able to line his cock on Percival's tight quivering
hole.

       "I've seen your brother a lot lately. I bet that means this hole
hasn't gotten any action yet."

       "Um... Are you sure nobody is going to come?"

       Mason rolled his eyes, someone was pissing beside them, he almost
laughed when Percival asked that.

       "You're huge if you stay still and silent, nobody will notice you're
here." He said teasing Percival's hole with a light push.

       "Are you sur—Ah!" He suddenly felt Mason pushing his cock inside
his accepting asshole.

       "Well, you got no choice now cunt. You better shut up or everybody
will know you're here getting fucked!" Mason said loudly, drawing even more
attention to them.

       When he looked behind, even more people were staring at them, he
noticed some of them were also knights, probably Percival's mates.

       Seeing them, he got even more riled up and slammed even harder up
Percival's chute, breaking it open. Percival tried to hold his voice, but
Mason didn't let him.

       Once Mason's fingers were on his nipples, he no longer could hold
anything. The huge giant man let out high-pitched moans that would put
sluts to shame.

       Percival looked behind and finally saw a lot of people, a lot that
he knew, gathering behind him, watching his ass being pounded.

       "Yeah, Percy, ride that fucking cock! Always knew you're a fucking
bitch seeing how much you love to suck your father's cock and lick his
ass!" He heard one man say, knowing Percival hated being called Percy.

       "Fuck sake, why everyone in this fucking palace is a fucking bitch!?
If I noticed it sooner, I got to bag at least that fucking prick Marshall's
son!"

       "Look at this cunt quivering like a fucking bitch!" Mason exclaimed
stopping his pounding, withdrawing enough of his cock so everyone could see
Percival's body shaking from the sensation before slamming his cock back
home.

       "Fuck yes, cunt! I always hated your gut. You the Marshall's son,
one of the best knights, and I am the fucking fool's son, the
degenerate. Look who's turning your cunt into a whore, not your knight
mates. Me! Fucking me!" He said jackhammering his 6" cock inside Percival's
muscle cunt, and with one single slam, he planted his seed deep inside
Percival.

       "I am your whore! I am your whore!" Percival kept mumbling as his
cock erupted like a volcano, drenching him in his spunk.

       Even after such violent cum, Percival was strong enough to stand on
his legs, even supporting Mason who leaned with all of his weight on
Percival's back.

       The audience cheered and whistled, some even slapped Mason's
ass. After they went down from their reverie, Mason slapped Percival's
asscheek, "Keep my cum inside, bitch. You better not leak a single drop."

       Percival was educated like a soldier by his father, and he was
forced to do whatever his father asked no matter how impossible it was, and
just like that, he became capable of doing everything, muscle-wise at
least. Once Mason's cock withdrew completely, Percival's asshole shut tight
like a clamp.

       "C'mon, let's get back to the dance floor."

       "What!?"

       "Don't you know, a good knight always dances with his girl he
courted, or something like that, it was only appropriate." Of course, it
was probably useless now that Mason had cummed down the ass, but he just
want Percival to have his walk of shame.

       Like previously, he pulled Percival by the cock, which already
limped down, but this time, he let Percival's ass shut down.

       Everyone cheered as they passed by, many of them were slapping
Percival's on his ass.

       He was horrified when he entered the ballroom, and just like what he
had imagined, everyone was staring at him drenched in his own cum. He
looked around for his father, luckily, his father was busy dancing with
Damien on the corner, and with Damien's fingers deep inside his ass,
Baptiste didn't notice a thing.

       Mason pulled Percival right to the center before he turned him to
face each other. "I want you to let that cum out, but make sure you
maintain a steady stream so I could turn you around for everyone to see."

       Percival looked at him like he was mad, but Mason just smiled, "I
might fuck you again if you do." Mason planned to fuck Percival again, he
was such a good catch. A knight, one of the famous knights at that.

       But that was all the encouragement Percival needed as he let out a
steady stream of cum out of his ass. He could hear people gasping, but he
stood still like a good boy when Mason turned him around, making sure every
single guest could see his ass shitting out cum, except his father, but he
did see Damien giving them a thumbs up.

       Though he had nothing left to shit, he was scared when Mason,
hooking his fingers deep inside Percival's ass guided him closer to
Baptiste. When his dad looked at him, Percival closed his eyes, fearing his
father would shout at him and punish him.

       Instead, his father beamed as he grabbed Percival by the face,
"Percival, my boy!" He pecked him on his cum covered face without a single
disgust.

       "Let's dance with your boy!" Damien suggested.

       "Fuck yeah, let's dance my son, you fucking stud."

       What Damien by that was pushing and pulling both Baptiste onto
Percival's cum covered body repeatedly until their body became foamy and
sloshy. Baptiste kissed Percival's face whenever he got the chance, he even
openly licked the cum off his son's face, showing how proud he was. And
when Damien encouraged him to frott his son, which he did without any
hesitation. He excitedly frotted his cock onto his son's. He stared at
Mason, through Percival's massive armpits, who stared back at him as if he
tried to pierce his soul. At least the son had a braver soul than his
father, he thought while his eyes were enchanted looking at Mason's fingers
gathering the cum on Percival's body.  And didn't even mind when Damien
swapped places and fingers inside Baptiste's ass with a teen barely
Baptiste's age. He felt excited when Mason's fingers entered him
remembering it was coated with his son's cum. He realized at that time both
father and son were capable with their fingers.

       Percival slightly yelped and pushed his cock onto Baptiste
harder. Baptiste thought it was his son's getting excited as well, "Yeah,
son, that's it, let your father see what a fucking stud his son is." He
encouraged him, along with everyone who somehow cheered at them, but for a
different reason.

       To everyone except Baptiste, they could clearly see Damien was
fucking Percival right in front of his father, while the father frotted his
sons. Truly the show of the century, if Hugo was to be asked.

       Not wanting to be outdone by his father, Mason too had a trick up
his sleeve. "You like that cum-slicked finger up your ass sir? You like
your son's cum?" He whisper sweetly into Baptiste's ass while he jabbed at
Baptiste's prostate.

       "Fuck yes!"

       "Well, I got a lot more cum for you. Why don't you spread your
asshole like you did earlier and make sure it stays open this time. and
kiss him."

       Baptiste stayed still, arched his back as he excitedly pulled his
asshole opened with his own fingers, he even tried to make his hole
upturned, again. He wasted no time kissing his son like he was his
long-lost forgotten lover, and yet, somehow, he was unaware of how his son
was moving forward and pulled backward repeatedly as he kissed him or how
he kept moaning with a slapping sound right behind his son.

       He didn't care, he kept arching his back while kissing his son,
waiting for the cum to enter his ass. Behind him, Mason was ready with his
6" cock jerking it. It didn't take long to the sight of a muscle man
spreading his hole wide open waiting for his cum kissing his son who was
being dicked down by Mason's father.

       Everyone cheered when his cock finally shot his cum bullseye into
the asshole.

       "Fuck yeah!" Even Baptiste exclaimed between his kisses.

       Despite having just cum inside Percival, Mason was still capable of
spurting a copious amount of cum straight into Baptiste's bottomless
shithole. When he felt his cum shot won't make it into Baptiste's hole,
Mason pushed his luck a bit by pushing his cock head right on the open
hole. Luckily, Baptiste was moaning even louder instead of getting angry.

       It took Mason all of his willpower not to push his cock inside

       "Close your cunt tight." He slapped Baptiste's ass once.

       Baptiste did as he was asked and wasted no time before frotting his
son like a horn dog.

       "Who knows, you might get pregnant."

       The image of him getting pregnant by his son sent Baptiste over the
edge as he pushed his cock as hard as he could onto his son, cumming on
their bodies. Damien too was getting riled up as he slammed his cock as far
as he could into Percival before he cum, trying to get the son pregnant
together with the dad. Percival's cock erupted the second time, covering
him and his dad completely in cum.

       Baptiste had an amazing orgasm as his legs could no longer support
his body afterward. As he swayed and was about to fall, Mason quickly
guided Baptiste's body by pulling on his hair while laughing so Baptiste
fell face-first to the floor, prostrating.

       Clearly, Baptiste's asshole muscle wasn't as strong as his son's
since as he fell, he spilled the cum out of his butt with a loud wet fart.

       Mason and his father, as if in sync, stood on each side of
Baptiste's ass, then pulled his asshole apart with two fingers on each
side. Baptiste was only groaning as his ass let the cum stream out of his
ass.

       Karl, one of Hugo's friends who was also a painter, didn't want to
waste this moment so he brought his easel to the middle of the room and
painted the whole scene. Baptiste was forced to stay in the same position
for two days straight. How did that manage to do that? Well, all they
needed to do was to make Percival sit on Baptiste's head, drenching it with
Damien's cum, and told his dad he was getting them a family painting. Both
Baptiste and Percival stayed in their pose obediently until the end, while
Damien and Mason had themselves replaced by other courtiers pulling on
Baptiste's asshole when their part was done painting. Technically, they
didn't need to since Karl had finished painting the stretched leaking
asshole first, but they just loved to see Baptiste squirm. They also
"replaced" the cum inside Baptiste's ass when it dried out. Percival
convinced his father it was his cum, but what actually happened was Damien
let the courtiers pay him to cum inside Baptiste.

       The painting was masterfully done. It was as if reality was torn and
placed on the canvas. It depicted Baptiste's ass being stretched by Damien
and Mason who was smiling on each of Baptiste's side, while behind
Baptiste's ass, was Percival's huge naked upper body playing with his
nipples while his mouth was pulled on each side by the father-son
duo. Baptiste's ass, including his stretched asshole, was painted with such
detail that they could see the shape of Damien and Mason's fingers inside
him along with the inside of the anus. The trails of cum were also
masterfully painted as they trailed down Baptiste's balls and 6" cock,
pooling on the floor alongside Baptiste's own cum.

       Baptiste did frown when he saw Damien and Mason in their "family"
painting, but he took that as his son marking his bitch. The painting was
proudly hung in their castle dining room.

***

      	I finally finished this chapter after a long time. I have no excuse
for my tardiness, and I know I promised Rome, but I feel like I don't want
Louis to just appear in Rome. So I decided to take it slower. That being
said, even if the next chapter will follow Louis, we'll still see what is
happening in the court while Louis is gone. This way, I hope I have more
flexibility coming.

      On another note, I also am preparing for a new series, still part of
this saga, basically telling a story of what is happening on the other side
of the world. Warlock is on hold for now. Please keep an eye out for that.
I hope it won't take forever for me to finish the next chapter. And I hope
you love this one!