Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2024 02:59:58 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Kingdom of Francia chapter 12

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       Patrick had to give it to William for making the truly impressive
carriage. It was huge making it hard to be maneuvered and requiring more
horses to be carried around, but luckily, Louis got an equally impressive
coach, Pierre the stablemaster. The carriage's exterior design was
decorated with gold carvings making it look very opulent, there was even a
stand at the front, behind the coach where Louis could stand if he chose to
as the carriage moved. The inside was equally luxuriant with the
curtains. It even had a built-in table, and the back seating could be
pushed into a bed large enough for Patrick to bang the shit out of
Louis. And when Louis could no longer hold the cum or his bladder inside,
there was a built-in toilet as well at the back, behind the
seating. William clearly knew what Patrick liked since he made the toilet
wall out of thick, but visible glass. So as Louis shat into the hole
leaving trails of cum and piss behind while the carriage moved, he could
clearly see people outside staring at him expelling both his cum and
Patrick's piss out of his ass. Patrick didn't mind pissing or even shitting
while people saw him, but he just loved to make Louis do it especially
because he knew Louis's cock would stay rock hard the entire time. Most of
the time it was only his entourage who saw him, but when they were passing
a town, Patrick made Louis take his break. He was delighted to see the
peasants' faces who were expecting to see their magnificent emperor
greeting and waving them as he passed. Instead, they saw the beautiful
emperor naked as the day he was born shitting and pissing in his carriage,
leaving his waste on their trail. They still cheered for him, but Louis
could see a couple of them laughing at him. Thankfully, the knight was
there to intimidate whoever laughed; yet, they did not attempt to cover
Louis. In Patrick's defense, Louis's ass seemed to be ravenous afterward
whenever Patrick made Louis do this, and Patrick loved an active and
healthy asshole that can eat his dick alive.

       At first, Louis tried to cover his body, but after a few more public
shitting and poundings from Patrick, Louis no longer tried to cover his
body. He even spread his legs wide to show his hard cock pissing or even
cumming while he played with his tits. He also welcomed the stare more
openly and confidently instead of being timid. The reaction from the people
was also more "positive". They were still flabbergasted when they first saw
Louis in his birthday suit, but his confidence and charming smile, as well
as his beautiful body, charmed his way into even louder cheers. He still
could see some people laughing at him, but there were more people from the
peasants themselves siding with him. And they said pretty privilege isn't
real.

       Oh, and the carriage also had an opening behind the front seating
where the coach's cock and balls hung. It had a sliding door that Louis
could open whenever he was in the mood for some sweaty meaty balls while
Patrick fed him his sausage from behind. Pierre could also open the door if
he wished to, but Pierre decided to leave it open seeing how often Louis
slid open the door. When they discovered the space was wide enough for
Louis to lap on Pierre's ass, the sweaty musky hairy asshole was put on the
menu. That was also when both Louis and Patrick, who were passionately
fucking Louis from behind while embracing his man, discovered Pierre's
rotten fart. Louis was lapping on Pierre's asshole while Patrick was
kissing Louis's cheeks when Pierre's asshole suddenly opened and blasted
them both with a stinking fart bomb.

       "Fuck! Pierre! Are you trying to kill us!?"

       Pierre heard Patrick scream, but he didn't feel the slider
closed. In fact, he heard Patrick fucked Louis even more furiously. So he
emptied his gas inside the carriage and did it regularly from then
on. Pierre knew how those nobles secretly loved the musk of hardworking
men, and Patrick, although he started as barbarian, he probably had become
one of those posh sissy pigs.

       The fart was the reason why he could fuck the slut Charlotte on his
marital bed while his husband was sleeping beside them. All he needed to do
was straddle the sleeping cuck face with his ass and gave him the infamous
eau de Pierre.

       The first time he did it, he was fucking Charlotte standing and
carrying her with her hammered pussy right beside the sleeping Basile's
face. The fuck suddenly woke up scaring the shit out of the much larger
Pierre. The stablemaster turned around and farted out of fear. When he
looked over his shoulder, after some quiet seconds passed, he noticed
Basile's eyes were back closed. So Pierre made it his ritual to feed Basile
his fart before and after he railed the cuck's wife, and he could do
anything he wanted. His favorite position was fucking Charlotte on the
cuck's face making it slick and wet. He knew from Charlotte the cuck would
wake up with a smug smile on his face because he believed he was such a
hottie Charlotte wet herself whenever she was in his presence, despite
never lasting more than 2 minutes.

       They had just passed a town and Patrick was restocking his cum
inside Louis's ass when they heard a knock on the door. Patrick, of course,
allowed the person in. The carriage didn't stop, they were moving slowly
enough that there wasn't enough time left to stop. If they delay for a
moment, then they could arrive late to Rome, not to mention the passage
from Provence to Rome will be by the sea, and the sea is
unpredictable. Thankfully, the steward, despite being old, hadn't lost his
bearing in his youthful year. He opened the door and nimbly hopped from his
horse into the carriage without any stumble.

       "Am I interrupting something, my lord? I can come back later if you
wish." Frederic said as his eyes were fixated on the spectacle in front of
him.

       Patrick was sitting on the carriage leisurely naked while his cock
was implanted inside Louis who was rolled ass-up under him with his back
against the front seating and legs under Patrick's. Patrick let the
carriage rock his cock in and out of Louis while he relaxed, his favorite
position whenever he just wanted to enjoy Louis's ass massage without any
effort.

       "Come in!" Patrick said, reaching over Louis's ass to pat the seat
right across him.

       Frederic obeyed and sat with Louis's ass in between his legs. His
eyes never went away from the spanked reddish-white ass. He looked over the
ass, between the legs and Patrick's cock, and saw Louis looking at him,
biting his lips while pinching his nipples.

       Frederic gulped, "Are you sure my lord? I can come some other time."

       Patrick gave him a mischievous grin, "Nah. I have a better
idea. Whipped out your cock."

	"Pardon?" Frederic was waiting for Patrick to say he was joking,
but he never did.

	"Don't make me wait, Steward. You don't have a realm to keep you
busy here, and you're no Ferdinand, the old fart. Yet you could rival him
in his celibacy." Patrick closed his eyes as he felt Louis's ass clamp down
on his cock when the carriage shook on a rough path.

      "I meant no disrespect. I am a man and I can proudly say I am as
active as you when I was a virile young man and no stranger to a man's
ass. I am an Occitan, and our knights aren't as... reserved as the
Frankish. Although I am still a great lover, as you see I am no longer
young."

      Patrick smirked, noticing the omission, "And yet you're still
virile. Tell me, whose bitch you got pregnant?"

      "I am afraid I cannot say. You have to understand, that while this is
not a huge matter in my homeland, the Frankish court isn't as forgiving. I
will lose my standing if they know."

      "Well, don't fret. Your most magnificent slutty emperor and I are
working on it. That being said, I think it's only right your emperor
deserved something more from you, other than your loyalty, for the trouble
he is getting to help you lazy asses just to get naked and fuck on the
street." Patrick pulled out his cock, and spread open Louis's ass. He
pushed Louis's body a bit forward so Frederic could see Louis's slutty
hungry whore face while he twitched his asshole furiously.

      Frederic bit his lower lip, but ultimately, he pulled down his
trousers, revealing a girthy 5" cock. "I don't have a hammer like your cock
my lord, but at least let me be proud for beating you in girth."

      Patrick snorted while Frederic smugly grinned at him. He pushed his
cock in and for the first time in a while, Louis felt his asshole was
stretched to a new limit. Both of them groaned.

      "You moan just like my wife. Though I had men on my bed every night
before our wedding, she was my sweetheart and a piece of my soul. I was
lucky to be married to her. We knew we were a kindred soul split in
two. So, when my father died, we proved just that. We tried every single
knight and maiden in my castle together. Sometimes, I'd even let the
peasants off the hook for not meeting the year tithe in return for their
bodies. When she died, I was devastated. Sex no longer excites me as it
used to. I am still a man with needs, so I look for relief whenever I need
to, but never out of desire."

      He ground on Louis slowly, enjoying the sensation he missed for
years. He had sex once or twice, but this time, it felt different. For
once, he was enjoying it, not doing it out of necessity.

      "I thought you will be the same boring ass ruler as your father. But
I am glad to see you this... livelier. Who the fuck am I lying to, I like
seeing your slutty like this. It awakens something in me like my wife did
years ago. You Frankish love to gloat your code of chivalry to us, let me
show you how we, Occitans, fuck your women."

      Frederic pulled and spread open Louis's legs even more, giving
Patrick a clearer show of how his thick cock stretching the puffed asshole
even more. despite fucking in a confined space, Frederic managed to hammer
his entire cock in and out of Louis with precision and power. He even used
the carriage sways and shakes to implant and impale his cock deeper inside
Louis. Seeing how this almost fifty youthful old man fuck, Patrick was sure
Frederic was trying to ruin Louis's hole for him. Louis's cum covered face
was just dried before Frederic came, now it was already slick thanks to
Frederic's cock pumping pre-cum out of Louis's cock at every hard thrust.

      Frederic was no novice in bed, and it was shown when he pulled
Patrick's face close to his as he breathed on his nose. Sex was about the
pleasure of everyone in bed, and Frederic knew how to pleasure everyone. "I
told you I am a great lover." He kissed down Patrick's throat, making him
the submissive in the kiss and Patrick couldn't do anything about it.

      Frederic used one hand to pinch Patrick's nipples while the other to
work Patrick's big cock. When he was done neutralizing Patrick by taking
his breath away, Frederic pounced on Patrick's neck. He planted very
visible kiss marks on Patrick's neck, it was a couple of kiss marks in the
shape of a rose. Frederic was the previous Knight of Rose before Lancelot.

      Frederic was the one who fashioned markings as a sign of "conquests",
and although he put that in many parts of the "conquered" body, the neck
was his favorite part. Some of the conquered, many were knights, proudly
tattooed the rose on their body, it's not every day you could lay with a
famous knight. Many of the Occitan knights followed his lead and used coat
of arms instead as a tally and a mark on the body of their conquest, some
of them were forced to be tattooed. Frederic was a gentleman and openly
abhorred the practice.

      Making the mark was a long process but a sign of expertise in
bed. After all, just like Patrick, the conquered could realize what was
happening and break away at any time. Frederic showed the difference
between those who enjoy sex and those who understand sex. He masterfully
switched between marking Patrick's neck and making out with Patrick while
shoving his spit down Patrick's throat. With enough stimulation on his
tits, cock, and neck, the kiss was getting even more intense. Patrick's
tongue was left hanging whenever Frederick's mouth left, and when the mouth
was back, Patrick tried to fight for dominance, but he was back as the
recipient. They said a kiss was as addicting as a drug, and Frederic
certainly knew how to shove the drug down Patrick's throat.

      Louis wasn't left alone. Besides the hard pounding that hadn't
stopped even a single second, he was also served feet full of toes that he
greedily sucked, one by one. Even while he was busy with Patrick, Frederic
managed to offer Louis his toes one by one. Frederic even stuck one of his
toes inside Louis's nose and had the emperor suck it clean after. He also
made Louis help him with Patrick by offering him Patrick's toes to suck on.

      Patrick was so lost in his fuck fog that he let Frederic slap his
face like a little slut, pinched his nipples hard, and smother his face in
Frederic's surprisingly thick pits.

      Frederic slapped Patrick's face hard to return enough conscience that
he was aware of the surroundings, but still not out of his lust. He pulled
Patrick's head back by the hair and the mouth opened by hooking his fingers
to Patrick's lower mouth.

      Patrick watched as the handsome old man looked down at him smirking,
before letting down a huge glob of spit trailing down his mouth slowly into
Patrick's opened mouth. Frederic forbade Patrick to close his mouth, and
kept pouring spit until enough was gathered on the back of his throat. That
was when Frederic let him close his mouth as he stared down at Patrick as
he gulped down the spit.

      Patrick welcomed Frederic's mouth when it went back to devour his
own. He gasped loudly into Frederic's mouth when he felt something breach
his tight ass, but Frederic's kiss was even more intoxicating.

      Frederic pulled away and bitch-slapped Patrick's face again before
jamming his fingers hard into Patrick. He wanted Patrick to know he had a
finger up his ass, a message that was clearly well received seeing how
Patrick's cheeks turned crimson.

      Frederic was still smiling down at Patrick when the red-head stud
felt a second finger tried to pry his ass open. This time, there was no
kiss to fog the sensation. He could feel the tip of the finger breaching
in, and as it traveled inside his tight tunnel until it was fully inside
all the while looking at Frederic smiling down at him. Frederic leaned in
and Patrick was ready to open his mouth, even his tongue was sticking out
to welcome Frederic, but the old man retracted and laughed at his
eagerness.

      Patrick's cheeks were even more crimson, but before he could pull his
tongue back, Frederic had pushed two fingers up his mouth. Patrick could
smell and taste his ass on those fingers.

      Frederic bit down Patrick's ear as he shoved those fingers roughly
around Patrick's mouth. "You talk a lot about sex and stud, but you don't
even know what you want boy. None of you Leinster fuck understand. You see
sex as a tool, but sex is more than that. It's desire, beauty, love, and
art." he whispered, "Can you smell it, your ass pussy creaming itself for
me to take its cherry?"

      He pulled the fingers out and rammed it again up the hole, pushing it
harder, and clawed inside Patrick's ass while Patrick groaned. He shut
Patrick's mouth with his fingers again, "Can you taste it? Your speech of
sex liberation and freedom that come out of your ass? Taste exactly like
what it was, bullshit. You told the Frankish to open their ass, and yet
here you are with an ass full of shit! I'll show you what you want! Hold
your legs!" With a single slap and a finger up his joybutton, Patrick was
holding his legs with all his dear life.

      Frederic pulled Patrick's waist closer so his ass was closer to
Louis's ass, but still left enough space for Louis to look at Frederic's
face. He pushed two fingers into Patrick's once more as he picked up his
pace on Louis's ass. He used his free hand to work Patrick's cock, making
the man try his best to hold his moan that eventually broke out when
Frederic pushed a third finger.

      His ass was stretched with three bony fingers and yet when the
fingers found his joy button at the same time Frederic's magic hands worked
on his glans, he melted like butter. The ass began pushing out, welcoming
the fingers. Frederic truly showed what a veteran like him could do to a
boy ass like Patrick's with his hands, and Patrick never had come with his
own hands when he learned to fuck, and yet, as Frederic mercilessly worked
his cock and asshole, he felt his cum building up.

      "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" Patrick yelled as he shot at the ceiling.

      "Fuck yes!" Both Frederic and Louis, whose face was covered in
Frederic's feet, also came at the same time. Louis was shooting down the
feet while Frederic filled Louis's ass with veteran cum.

      Frederic pulled Patrick's head by the hair so the man could watch as
Frederic pulled his fingers out of his half-christened cunt and sank it
deep inside Louis's sloppy ass.

      Patrick's glazed eyes watched as the fingers dug the cum out of
Louis's ass and offered it straight to his face.

      "Sexual freedom, right, boy?" He heard the old man mocked him as he
opened his mouth.

      Frederic roughly fed Patrick his cum, all the while shoving his
cum-glazed feet into Louis to be cleaned. When he was done and no more cum
left both in Louis and on his feet, Frederic suddenly made a weird face and
pushed his cock on Patrick's asshole. He let out a satisfied sigh when the
last glob of cum came out of the cock onto Patrick's hole.

       "I hope you can learn new things, kiddo." He continued to slap
Patrick hard on the hole making the man yelp.

      "Anyway, I was going to report it's going to storm a few days from
now, so we might want to hurry to a nearby town. Or we'll have to look for
a nearby farmhouse." Frederic pulled up his trouser and looked at Patrick
still holding his legs, with cum still slick on his hole and body messed
with cum. He forgot how much fun it was to mess with young boys.

      Frederic left Patrick's ass hanging on the seating, pried opened and
breached, but not plundered. Strangely, it felt even more infuriating. It
was even worse because now he was left wanting for more. Just like what
Frederic wanted.

      The journey to Rome was long, but Louis and Patrick managed to find
fun times during the journey with each other, their entourage, and even the
noble houses they stayed in during the night. When they could find a noble
house to sleep at night, they'd sent a notice to the said lord to prepare
dinner for them. There was not much that these lords could do when their
king paid a surprise visit to them, so they obeyed hoping that all went
well. Most of the time, things went mediocre, Louis had a feast and then
christened the lord's master bedroom in Patrick and his cum. They did make
a pass at the nobles' court, their sons, and someone they fancy, but it
never developed into the degeneracy in Louis's feasts. Not that they were
trying to. If the person responded well, they'd have a night with the said
person, but if they didn't, well, Louis didn't pursue further. Most of the
lords who were aware of Louis's intention often directed him to their sons,
usually the youngest who wouldn't inherit any land in the hope of them
joining his court. Of course, there were a few lords who took matters into
their own hands and banged the shit out of Louis themselves for
pleasure. Louis wasn't the only center of attention as when they noticed
the closeness between Patrick and Louis, and the Leinster man's lingering
gaze at them, mostly young lithe beautiful men, they too made a pass at the
emperor's "companion". Louis got to sample cocks, and Patrick got to sample
holes, sometimes at different times, and sometimes they sampled it
together.

      One such example was their sleepover at House Tulipe's manor, a minor
noble family barely recognizable with a small number of men to their
name. The house head, Gregory Tulipe, was in his thirties while his twin
sons were just turned teenagers, Edmond and Edward Tulipe. He also had a
daughter, Edwige Tulipe, in her twenties who married a
lowborn-turned-knight in his thirties named Anton. Anton won her hands in
marriage through a contest held by Gregory, the worst outcome the house
head could've gotten, and gave himself Arsene as his house name. The twins
might be still teenagers, but they know how to please a man. Patrick
absolutely loved when he laid on the edge of the master bed having both of
the twins suckled on each of his balls while their dad bobbed on his cock
all the while rutting on Louis's upturned asshole on the floor. The next
morning, after learning about the "fertility" problem that Gregory's
daughter had, Patrick visited the lady in her bed-chamber and made her
husband watch as Patrick "fixed" the problem. He made her husband clean his
cock, and dumped a second load down the hunky knight's throat while he was
at it.

      The nights they spent camping in the woods were a fuckfest in it
itself. Louis didn't like the food, but at least, he got his knights to
season his dinner with their cum. His favorite time was the game because,
well, he got to be the game, while the kingsguards and the knights fought
for him. There was usually a bet being placed; besides money, it was where
Louis would spend the rest of his night, in his room with Patrick or at the
knights' tent being passed around. It wasn't a huge deal for Patrick since
there were a lot of willing holes among the knights themselves to replace
Louis.

      The games were as idiotic as you can guess. There was the hunting
game, where Louis became the prey while Patrick and the knights became the
hunters, each had their own bucket on the side. Louis was placed in the
middle while the knights and the Kingsguards fought to fuck Louis, cum
inside him, and then carried Louis to shit their cum inside the bucket. The
winner was the one with the most cum. Then there was also a lame archery
game where they had to shoot as much cum as possible into Louis's hole, the
farthest win. The more advanced game from this was the yarn ball where they
had to throw a ball of yarn into Louis's asshole from a short
distance. Louis was rolled up with hands spreading his asscheeks. The
challenge was to keep Louis's asshole wide open, and they were only given 5
minutes to do so, and only cock may stretch the asshole. If the yarn ball
missed, the thrower had to drink, if it went in, then the thrower can do
anything to the opponent excluding penetration, but they could have the
opponent drink instead. Patrick loved to rim the opponent when he got the
chance. Even if he lost Louis's ass for the night, he got another one
prepared and ready for him.

      Louis was bouncing off Pontikos's "clit" in his tent while Patrick
and Connor had their lads' time spit-roasting Sean. It had been a while
since Patrick stuck his cock in Sean's hole, which was weird for him
considering Sean had an insatiable thirst for Patrick's cock from time to
time. Ever since Sean got a taste of Connor's dick in his butt, he had
seldom looked for Patrick anymore, not even the occasional flirt. Even in
that tent, Connor was the one occupying Sean's ass after 3 rounds, and only
on the 4th round Sean took Patrick up his sloppy hole, by Connor's
order. To say it didn't hurt Patrick's pride would be a lie, so he was
determined to ruin Sean's hole for Connor's cock since his cock was way
thicker than Connor's. When Sean was back on Connor, it didn't seem to do
anything since Sean was still squealing like a little slut on Connor's
cock. What a fucking slut.

      It was then a soldier came into the tent, informing them dinner was
ready.

      "You heard him, let's go." Patrick roughly pulled Louis away from
Pontikos's clit.

      "Nah, I think I'll stay, I still have a few nuts ready for our dear
best friend here," Connor said sweetly gyrating his hips slowly into Sean's
approving butt.

      Patrick felt as if he wanted to puke.

      He pulled Sean off Connor by the hair and shouted, "When I said we're
going, that means we're going! You hear me!?"

      Everyone, including Patrick himself, was surprised by the outburst.

      Connor's dick was limp within a second and he looked down almost as
if he was going to cry, "Yes, Patrick." He muttered slowly, clearly holding
off a tear, and walked outside.

      "What the fuck, man!? What was that?" Sean slapped Patrick's shoulder
hard, Patrick knew Sean was holding himself hard not to punch him in the
face.

      "I... I don't know..."

      "You better figure out, shithead! I thought things been working well
with you, but it clearly doesn't." Sean looked like he was about to throw a
punch, and honestly, if he did, Patrick wouldn't retaliate, he knew he
deserved the punch. Sean decided against it and walked away as well.

      "Are you okay?" Louis asked him, caressing his shoulder.

      Patrick let out a sigh, and before he could answer he heard Sean say,
"Oh, fuck it!"

      When Patrick turned his back, Sean was already on his face, and a
sudden pain shot through his balls. Sean had kneed Patrick right on the
balls, twice. When Patrick fell to the ground, Sean quickly pantsed Patrick
and gave him two very hard slaps on each rump. He spat at him for good
measure before leaving the tent, for good.

      "Well, I don't know what you want to answer before, but you're
clearly not okay now." Louis suddenly said making the crouching man with
broken balls and a burning butt scoff at him.

      They were late to dinner because Louis had to warm Patrick's balls
and butt with his mouth and tongue first. Sean wasn't playing around
whenever he threw punches and all this time, Patrick always thought he got
Sean beaten in terms of prowess. But, even if he got Sean beat, the slut
could still break his balls if he wanted to. Patrick tried to walk as
normally as possible even though his balls were still in pain whenever he
made a step. When they were close to the eating area, Patrick groaned
loudly when Louis suddenly love-tapped his balls from behind. Patrick shot
his husband a death glare which Louis replied with a naughty smile.

      It was so unlike Louis, but living with Patrick and the Leinster, he
started to grow a little bit of a mean streak in him. They do say you
become more similar to the person you love each passing day.

      Connor and Sean already finished their dinner, so Patrick didn't see
them. To be frank, Patrick didn't want to see them, yet. He wasn't ready to
face Connor because he felt guilty shouting at his best friend like
that. Especially since he, of all people, should've known how soft Connor's
feeling was. Connor might be a beast in bed, but he was a sweetheart
through and through.

      Patrick didn't lose the game after, he was crushed. Frederic's
youngest son, Leo, won against him by a landslide, 0-3 in every single
game, and he gloated his win over the rest of them. He was a barely twenty
small-toned guy with a clear muscle definition. It was after kissing
Frederic did Patrick noticed from whom Leo got his talent for kissing. His
ass was tight the first time Patrick breached it, but now it had become
accustomed to big dicks. Unlike his two older brothers who were complete
sub sluts, he had a little bit of dominance in him. For him, a pleasure of
sex is a pleasure of sex whether you got it from the butt or the dick. He
was as excited to be fuck by Patrick or to fuck Louis. And after winning
the matches, he was but too eager to sink his dick inside the emperor.

      At midnight, Louis was already tied hanging on a portable sling while
Leo, the chad of the night, was ready to be the first dip inside Louis's
ass for the night. He knew Louis already had copious cum inside of him, but
nobody in the army ever minded sloppy cunt.

      But, of course, Patrick had to ruin his fun because he wasn't in the
mood to let people win over him. He called Leo just before he pushed his
cock in, and carried the smaller man on his shoulder to his tent along with
his two brothers.

      The journey was pretty much similar from then on, with the games and
the sex forfeit, and Patrick still hadn't talked to Connor or Sean.

      They arrived at the castle where Lord Arnaud Capet, Duke of
Bourbonnais, resided. He was the father of Jamie and one of the seven dukes
serving Louis. He was also Louis's uncle from his marriage to Louis's aunt,
Alexandra Carolingian, whom Patrick had never seen. Though House Capet had
been serving the crown for ages, Louis did warn Patrick to be cautious as
Capet was a branch of their house and was the closest to the succession
even without Arnaud's marriage to Alexandra. Arnaud in particular was not a
supporter of Charles although he wasn't vocal about it.

      When the carriage arrived at the courtyard, there were many men, some
of whom Louis recognized as Arnaud's vassal lords along with their sons,
awaiting their arrival at a distance while three people stood closer. As
Louis stepped, it was Alexandra who rushed to meet him and hugged him.

      "Louis! It's been too long!"

      "It's been a while, Aunty," Louis said smiling at her.

      "It feels like you've only been crowned yesterday. Now, look at you!"

      Patrick did take a good look at her, high cheekbones, pointy nose,
and piercing blue eyes. Despite being in her forties, she looked youthful
with only a thin wrinkle on her forehead. Her straight blonde hair reached
her waist, and her body still looked amazing even covered by her long
opulent gown. When Patrick looked back at her, she was looking at him.

      "My, and you looked better than what I heard. Everything is good, I
promise. Kiss my hand." She extended her hand to Patrick.

      Patrick raised his eyebrow, but took her hand and kissed the back
lightly, "My name is Patrick MacCarthal, my lady," he looked up and gazed
at her with his seductive confident eyes that made Louis beside him roll
his eyes, "And who did you hear about me from?"

      Alexandra smiled coyly at him, "My son, of course. And people talk
and gossip all the time in court, Patrick. I am sure you should've learned
that by now."

      "Of course, I never thought the gossip arrived this far."

      "You'll find news like death, birth, and pregnancies spread like
wildfire in vines, my lord."

      Patrick looked at the man who spoke. He wore nothing but a pair of
trousers and was glistening with sweat. He was a tall muscular man with
broad shoulders, very handsome with small eyes and thin lips. He had
chestnut hair and a mustache on the otherwise smooth face. His body was not
overtly muscular or toned but thick without any fat. It was also as smooth
as a baby's butt. Veins were visible all over his arms. He could also tell
under the night, the man had a pair of firm muscle cheeks above his
muscular thighs. The man was older than Louis and Patrick, perhaps only by
a couple of years, but he already looked mature.

      "Names, Florian, my lord. Your Highness's half-cousin." The man
answered.

      "That's one way to describe a bastard." An unimpressive old man with
a thin beard and almost balding blonde hair spoke. His body filled his
outfit, not from muscle, but from fat. He wasn't overweight, but he did
have a pronounced beer gut.

      Alexandra rolled his eyes, "Darling! Louis might be your nephew, but
he's still the new emperor." Alexandra looked at Louis, "Please forgive
him, he is a crude man and sometimes forgets that he's a duke. He's getting
worse now that he's getting old," She mouthed quietly, "The wrinkles."

      Louis shook his head lightly, "Don't worry, Aunty. We are a guest in
his castle, after all, he may speak as he pleases. I don't want him to feel
unwelcome in his own house."

      Alexandra was about to open her mouth when Arnaud cut her off and
pulled Louis by the waist, "Now that was different than your father, a good
one, if I may say so myself. He much rather kept people with a dagger
behind their back, and look where that got him. Since you've allowed me to
speak my mind, I would appreciate it if all of you stopped yapping like a
bunch of ladies, and let's head to the dining hall. Your Highness must be
hungry."

      As he was escorted inside, Louis could feel Arnaud's hand feeling his
butt.

      Patrick who was walking a little bit behind could see the hand
groping Louis's ass, just like the lords behind him and their entourage
could, yet they didn't utter a single word.

      Lord Arnaud escorted Louis to his seat, on his right side, as he took
the main seat. Alexandra sat on the left side of her husband, while the
lords took theirs on the available seat, but they did leave the seat beside
Louis for Patrick. A dazzling twink with neatly combed and gelled blonde
hair and a wicked smile pulled both of Louis and Patrick's chairs as they
took their seat.

      The twink seated beside a middle-aged man with sandy blonde hair who
clearly was his father, while the other lord took the seat across him. The
sandy blonde family, the Fray, was one of Capet's bannerhouses, and also
arguably one of the most loyal to them. They were known for their dazzling
and handsome knights. The head of the house, Lord Denam Fray, was one of
the most famous knights in his youth, though he wasn't the best, he knew
how to attract people. He had both guile and brain to play the court
politics that landed him prestige and his wife, Olivia Pichon, cousin to
Corentin, the king of Brittany. He had three children with her, the oldest,
Myrdin Fray, was the handsome twink who almost reached his adulthood, the
one who pulled the seat for Louis and Patrick. The daughter was only a
pre-teen while the youngest son was only a baby. Olivia had a lot of
miscarriages in her earlier pregnancies, which was why Myrdin was young
despite Denam marrying Olivia before he even turned twenty.

      The other lord was Lord Vyce Gallet who was also in his thirties like
Denam Fray. They were serving as knight together, yet Denam was more famous
than him, not because he was weaker, he was built like a brick after
all. He just didn't have the charm that Denam had. House Gallet was one of
the ancient houses that served House Capet ever since the founding of the
Capetian branch, so their loyalty was unquestionable. Lord Vyce is a
handsome hunk dilf with dark hair and a full beard. he looked intimidating,
but everyone he had spoken to knew he was an all-around nice person. He was
seated with his three daughters, all of whom were unmarried, with the
oldest being just turned into marriage age. The other two were children two
years apart from each other. As his wife had died during the childbirth of
their stillborn son, he recently took a new wife from a local lord who was
as young as her own oldest daughter. As the wife was heavily pregnant with
her first child, she couldn't attend the dinner.

      As they dined and talked, Patrick noted that the bastard, Florian,
didn't take any seat and instead remained standing as he attained to
Arnaud's business, from pouring wine into his cup to wiping the lord's
mouth. Arnaud even made him carry a chamberpot for him to piss and made
Florian wipe his dick clean. The man's face was stoic almost
expressionless, like he had been doing it for too many times to be
embarrassed.

      As dinner chatters came to an end and the plates were all empty,
Alexandra ushered them all to the hallway where they hosted the ball. They
apparently had hired a bard to play music for the occasion.

      Alexandra clapped her hands cheerfully before she giddily ushered
both Patrick and Louis to dance.

      "I know it's not part of your culture, but if you will make an
appearance together, both of you will have to dance together!"

      "Why exactly?" Louis questioned.

      "To make a show, of course! People need to know dear handsome Patrick
here is your closest ally! It is also to show that you are not afraid to
make changes and as headstrong as your father was, but better because you
are more sociable! Besides," Alexandra leaned in to whisper, "He's hot! I
will go to every ball and show my man around if Arnaud was as hot as him!"

      Louis blushed, but he didn't reply. He turned to Patrick, "I know you
take dancing class, but you don't have to do this if you're not confident."

      Yeah, the dancing class with Gabrielle Mongeau, was more like fucking
class since that cumdump couldn't keep his ass off Patrick's dick for more
than five minutes. At least the man knew how to use that dancer's bubble
butt to massage the cock inside.

      "Not confident? Since when I am not confident?" Patrick asked more to
himself than to boast his confidence. His body was as stiff as a rock as he
said that.

      Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine... I know you at least know
how to count the beat. I'll help you." He said as he comically pulled
Patrick's stiff body to the dance floor.

      The dance wasn't horrible. Patrick already knew how to count, and
didn't step on Louis's even feet once. But it was clearly amateurish and
Patrick was stiff throughout the dance. It was mediocre at best, but when
they ended the dance, the people still clapped.

      "It was a little bit stiff but I am sure your feet will pick up soon
enough, darling," Alexandra said with a smile, but her tone was of that
snobbish woman who tried to console people but couldn't hide the bile of
venom in her voice.

      I'll show you what stiff, Patrick wished he could shout at her
face. As they went back to their seat, Patrick could see the Fray giggling
at them, even the Gallet daughters.

      "Well, I think it is our time," Alexandra announced.

      "What time? Who did you mean by `our'?" Arnaud, who was peacefully
drinking his wine, asked when he heard the dreaded cheerful sound of her
wife.

      She quickly pulled her husband to the dance with her. Lord Arnaud
looked as if he was going to die of boredom, but to his credit, as soon as
they began dancing, his demeanor changed from an irritable old fart to a
gentle knight in his prime who danced with a princess, and she treated
Alexandra on the dance floor as such. He swayed her around and guided the
dance with such poise yet gentleness in the movement. He was showing
Alexandra around and yet, careful enough not to hurt her. Alexandra in turn
danced like she was made of glass, beautiful but fragile. The perfect
combination of beauty. As they ended their dance, all of them clapped and
Arnaud changed back to his irritable self.

      They couldn't see much of Alexandra's encore since the dazzling smile
from the blonde twink, Myrdin Fray, blocked the way. He bowed, "May I ask
you for a dance, your highness?" He looked up and offered Louis his hand as
he gave Louis a half smile that clearly showed his charm and cockiness at
the same time. As Louis accepted his hand, Myrdin glanced at Patrick,
maintaining his smile, but Patrick could see the brat's half-smile extended
to a smirk. It was the smile that made every woman weak in the knee and
their husband boiling both in the head and the crotch, and man, if Patrick
wasn't boiling.

      Myrdin knew his feet around the dance floor as he led the dance and
made it as if Louis was a puppet in his hand. He led, and controlled, the
dance in all manner and sense. His hands weren't sitting idly either, even
before the dance, he was already groping Louis's butt and even sneaking a
middle finger at Patrick. As the dance continued, Myrdin's hand never left
the butt as it kept groping and squeezing it. He was a young hot-blooded
teen and it showed as the dance going on. Whenever his eyes caught Louis's
rump, he couldn't stop his hand from swinging and making the emperor's ass
jiggle, and whenever Louis turned his back to Myrdin, the teen would rush
forward and humped Louis's ass. In one of the moves where Myrdin lifted
Louis by the thighs, the teen couldn't look away from Louis's ass just a
few inches above his face. And by the time he had to let Louis down, he let
the whole ass fall onto his face and held it there. His chest was heaving
up and down, while Louis above him looked shocked at first, but giggling as
he wiggled his ass. Myrdin let out a long loud wolf grunt as he wiggled his
face deeper. As he let Louis done, his face was flushed red and his gelled
hair was undone. His groomed persona shattered as the clump of hair stuck
out and fell to his face. Despite being younger, he lifted Louis easily for
their dance moves, and in one of the moves where Louis swing from Myrdin's
hand to leg-lock Myrdin's waist, the teenager deliberately thrust his hip
upward so Louis's firm cushioning hit his hardening cock. As a finished
move, Myrdin turned Louis who was hanging by his waist over facing Myrdin,
so Louis was hanging facing the floor instead. Louis who knew his cure,
spread his arms wide like he was flying. Of course, Myrdin had positioned
Louis a little bit lower so his crotch directly faced Louis's plump
rump. As if forgetting where he was, he grabbed Louis by the waist and
humped hard, so hard that Louis almost fell from his position and hit the
floor.

      Patrick was dying for a reason to smack the smug shithead's face so
when it was delivered to him on a silver platter, he stepped right in. Too
bad, the dickhead's father was already there separating Louis and Myrdin
before Patrick could throw a punch or two. He might be a coward, but he
only was to guys who were stronger than him. The pansy-ass Myrdin might
have a toned body, but Patrick knew he could take him easily. Myrdin's dad?
He could get his ass handed to him, so Patrick opted to look menacingly
instead.

      "Are you, okay, Your Highness?" Denam asked with his low baritone
voice.

      Louis stood and quickly stepped in between Denam and Patrick, "I am
okay! It was a fun dance although a little bit of self-control might be in
order."

      "Apologize to His Highness," Denam said sternly to his son who looked
like a dog being scolded.

      "I am sorry, Your Highness, I went overboard."

      "Your apology accepted, though I have to say you're quite a good
dancer."

      Denam didn't want his son to embarrass their family further, pulled
him away quickly.

      "It is to be expected, he is young after all, isn't that right, lord
Vyce?" Alexandra said with the hunk middle-aged man in her tow, looking at
Louis as if he was mesmerized. "Ehem!" Alexandra coughed.

      "Wh-what?" Vyce's cheeks turned rosy red when he was caught staring.

      "As I was saying, why don't you let my nephew here know how dancing
with a more mature man felt like, so he could choose whom he preferred."

      Louis looked at his aunt confused by the last sentence, but Alexandra
only winked at him as she pushed Vyce to Louis.

      "Ehem, I hope you won't mind dancing with me, your highness."

      "Of course not, Lord Vyce."

      The dance was slow and sweet, and Vyce was respectful as well. He
even asked Louis what moves he wanted to do and what moves to do after. It
was sweet and cute, but Louis was bored, even when Louis asked what Vyce
wanted to do, he replied with whatever Louis wanted. What a gentleman.

      "What if I want you to sniff my ass just like Lord Myrdin did
earlier?" Louis didn't get his answer, he was lifted by the thighs and
after a second he fell ass first to Vyce's face. And as if he wanted to
show off, Vyce let go of his hands and carried Louis around with his face
deep in Louis's crack.  Louis expertly locked his legs on Vyce's strong
neck and fell gracefully downward, letting half of Vyce's face off his
ass. Only Vyce's eyes and hair were visible, but they were clearly blissful
as Vyce was no longer aware of his surroundings.

      Louis swung right on Vyce's crotch, his nose was hitting the space
between Vyce's balls while the rock-hard shaft hit Louis's neck. It was a
short one, maybe 4" or 5" but very thick.

      Vyce let out a low, "Oh!" muffled by Louis's ass, but when Louis gave
a wicked suck on one of the pants-covered balls, Vyce let out a more
pronounced, "Ohhmmpphh!" as his eyes rolled back.

      Louis let go of Vyce's neck and gracefully fell on his hands, before
doing a split right after, revealing Vyce's small but pronounced
cock-tent. He then rose slowly, ass sticking on Vyce's legs as it traveled
up, and when the rump reach under the tent, Louis could feel the huge balls
on his ass. Louis pressed his ass harder on them, making Vyce let out a
long and loud moan as his body shuddered and a wet patch appeared and grew
on Vyce's crotch.

      "Mature my ass..." Patrick heard Myrdin mumbled, along with the
ladies' giggles, including Vyce's own daughters.

      Vyce, whose eyes had been closed as he enjoyed his reverie, opened
his eyes back and saw everyone, including his daughters, giggling at
him. His cheeks turned red as he instinctively grabbed his wet crotch and
clasped his thighs closed, appearing even more childish than Myrdin
was. "Your Highness! I... I don't know... I... I am sorry! I didn't mean
to... I mean..." He kept stuttering with pearls of tears gathered on the
side of his eyes.

      "It's fine my lord! I am glad to know your age hasn't caught you
yet." Louis said with a smile that looked reassuring, but Patrick knew it
was just as passive-aggressively demeaning as the giggles. Patrick felt a
familiar sense of wary as if he was around a pack of wolves, a different
kind of horny macho wolves he used to deal with in Leinster, but wolves
nonetheless.

      "Umm... I... Sorry... Pants... Apology... I didn't mean to..."

      "It's fine my lord! You can change your trousers." Louis excused the
poor man who rushed out of the room grabbing his crotch like his balls
would fall off if he let go still with his thighs closed together.

      "Like aunt, like nephew. Always playing with the poor guy." Arnaud
grunted.

      "What? It's not my fault lord Vyce is so cute!" Alexandra defended
herself.

      It was then Lord Denam suddenly approached Louis, tapping his back to
gain the emperor's attention.

      "Yes, lord Denam?"

      "I hope you'd be willing to grant me a dance with you, your
highness. Think of it as making up for my son's mistake." The blonde daddy
leaned his head a bit while offering his hand.

      Louis whose sluttiness certainly had been awaken by his antics with
Vyce, grinned and accepted Denam's hand which he found rough with calluses.

      Louis, like most men before him, led Denam to guide him through the
dance, but unlike Myrdin who clearly forcefully made Louis dance the way he
wanted, Lord Denam let Louis move as he pleased, and yet, it was as if
Louis was moving for him. He grazed his lips on Louis's neck when they
moved closer, each of his hands smoothly sliding on Louis's crack many
times during their dance.

      In moves such as when he lifted Louis's hips to fling him over his
shoulder, he made sure Louis's face was firmly pressed in his sweaty
pits. In moves where he had to swing Louis from behind in between his legs,
he purposefully made Louis fail the between-legs swing a couple of times by
making Louis's face slammed on Denam's asscrack hard, yet it was as if
Louis was the one making mistake. Louis had to redo the move a couple of
times for his pride as a dancer, and Denam was more than overjoyed to slam
the emperor's pretty face on his ass a couple of times more. Louis thought
Denam farted in one of those times he slammed straight into the lord's ass,
but he wasn't sure. When Louis finally made it, he made sure Louis's nose
was firmly hitting his balls and cockhead as he pulled Louis to
stand. Louis did try to get back at Denam with his usual moves, swinging
from Denam's arm and slamming his as on Denam's groin, but Denam braced the
impact with grace and smoothly turned Louis over, so Louis was standing
with his back facing Denam. Then Louis felt Denam's hand on his crack
again, and when he said jump, Louis knew Denam was going to lift him. He
didn't expect Denam would be lifting him not with his palm, but his
knuckles as the middle fingers pierced a hole straight into Lous's
prostate. As Denam held Louis above his head with a hand deep in Louis's
crack, Louis became stiff and his face contorted in a blissful, yet very
sultry, as his cock bulged obscenely. He grunted when Denam pushed him up
and when he let Louis down, but Denam wasn't done. Right after, he pushed
Louis back up and it was so much pleasure on his prostate that Louis
shuddered as he came right there in front of everyone. Denam still wasn't
done. Like a puppet, he led Louis to jump around circling the room so
everyone could see his trousers becoming wetter and wetter with each jump.

      After making rounds, they went back to the middle of the dance floor,
and Denam made Louis do the same move he did with Myrdin, hanging on
Denam's arms as he was held and spreading his arms like a bird, which Louis
did perfectly despite his face looking as if he was still cumming, which he
was. In that position, everyone could see Denam's hand in Louis's crack as
well, though they couldn't see the finger.

      Like a true gentleman, Denam helped Louis to stand back up on his
feet, showing Louis and his wet pants in all of his glory.

      Louis who finally realized his state when Myrdin let out a chuckle,
coughed and covered his crotch slightly with his hands. Despite trying his
best to appear modest and not embarrassed, Louis's cheeks were rose red. He
might have appeared indecent many times, but all of that was in front of
his own courtiers. Certainly not in front of his aunt.

      "I am sorry for... the indecent display. I might've enjoyed the dance
a bit too much."

      "Don't worry, Your Highness, it happens to the best of us," Denam
reassured him with even less sincerity than Louis gave to Vyce earlier.

      "It definitely happened before. Lord Denam is well-known for his feet
and quick wit both on and on the dancefloor. But I think you need to change
your trousers as well before you catch a cold, my dear. I'll fetch you, my
servants."

      "No, it's fine, Aunty. Lord Vyce hasn't back yet, so he might still
be in the dressing room. I'll ask him for help."

      Alexandra beamed when Louis said that, but she tried not to be as
excited when she said, "That's an amazing idea, darling. You, escort his
highness to the dressing room." She pointed out a guard who escorted Louis
at once.

      When Louis left, Alexandra was back taking the dance floor with her
husband. Denam was conversing with his family, while Myrdin tried to flirt
with Vyce's eldest daughter. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she
wasn't ugly either. She had one pair hell of breasts that Myrdin couldn't
take his eyes off as he tried to talk to her. Their eyes met, Patrick and
hers, and she blushed. A virgin for sure, but her dad seemed to be one of
those dads who'll force Patrick to marry her even for a kiss, Patrick
noted. Taking her pussy cherry might be hard since there was a risk for
pregnancy which could cause Louis a problem considering Patrick's position
forbade him to marry, but the asshole was a free reign.

      "Careful with that one. I don't know how the lords react to their
daughters getting pregnant over there, but Vyce will rip your balls off."

      Patrick looked at his side to see Florian offering him a glass of
wine. He took the glass, and sipped it, "That doesn't mean I can't take her
other cherry."

      Florian smirked at him, saying, "You can't, lord commander. It's
already popped," and clanked his glass on Patrick's.

      "No shit! And her dad didn't rip your balls off?"

      "The fucker will if he knows. He always looks at me like I am some
kind of roach, most of those prick nobles do. But his daughter can't take
her eyes off this man's meat, so I shove it down her poop chute when her
dad doesn't look, quite often I might add. Her big knockers! Man, I tell
you, they are soft and jiggly!"

      "Heh! These bitches. They acted like they are the Virgin Saint, but
every single one of them already had their poop shoot opened! Let me tell
ya, even the fucking empress took her cook's son's cock up her ass
regularly before marrying Louis, then she had Lucas, Louis's valet, do the
ass cleaning duty on the wedding night when Louis left her cold."

      "No fucking way! She likes it up the ass? How did you know?"

      "She's a slut. I know a slut when I see one. And let me tell you
about slut. Once you gave them cock, they'll do everything for you. They
might refuse it at first, but all you need is to ease your cock into them,
and it's going to be smooth sailing after. It's a fine art, I tell
you. Don't you lot love about arts and fucking romance?"

      Florian laughed, "And, His Highness doesn't know it!?"

      "Highness my ass, I've lost count of how many times he went low to
suck my cock and take it up his ass when I told him about his wife's dick
addiction, he doesn't care. He's already mine anyway."

      "Fuck," Florian looked around him and then back at Patrick with
admiration in his eyes, "Can't believe you just admit that."

      "Well, your mom makes it easier for me. We are not exactly subtle
either in the court. It seems that the nobles aren't that aversive to it,
especially when we leave enough ambiguity for doubt. After all, it seems
that most of them had done things between their fellow knights or their
mentor when they were squiring. For sex, it's easier. Everyone had done it,
only quietly behind the curtain, so it was easy to ease them to it."
Patrick said sipping his glass empty.

      "Yeah. Alex is like that. Louis and Alex were, are close. Alex
visited the crown often before Charles died and they usually had family
dinners; Charles, Alex, and Pepin. Alex spent time a lot with Louis, she
loved children, and when Queen Isodora died, Louis spent more time with
Alex. Once Louis became old enough to wield a sword, Charles had him
trained under many knights, he was too busy and they didn't spend time that
often, only during the family feasts which became rarer and rarer."

      "That fucking tight asshole Charles. The more things I heard about
him and what he did to my baby, the more I hope he's still alive so I could
give him a second hole."

      "Baby, huh..." Florian raised his eyebrow curiously, "Don't get me
wrong, I know many boys mess around with each other, especially nobles. But
it usually stops after they get married. Well, I guess there is the rumor
about Lord Leopold, Duke of Avignon if you don't know, and some other minor
lords, I guess."

      "God, if you believe him, gives us cunts and asses to enjoy, so why
must we limit ourselves to one kind of ass? Some people are born
differently as well in what gets them going. Some like me like to stick my
cock in a hole, some like Louis loves to stick cocks up their ass, and some
others don't know what they like yet," Patrick emptied his glass and then
replaced his empty glass with Florian's glass. "Louis and I are more than
just sex. It started with my ambition, and he was my bitch. Then he had the
guts to ensnare me with his love, fucking adorable eyes, and tight ass. Now
he's the love of my life, don't tell him that, he's been getting really
smug lately."

      Patrick swirled the wine in his glass, watching it, before continuing
to look at Florian with sincere fondness as he said, "I have this feeling
in my gut that says, maybe, just maybe, I was doomed from the very
beginning I met him. It wasn't me who seduced him to save me from my
island. It was him who summoned the knight in me to save him."

      "Horny romantic knight," Florian added with a smirk.

      "You're right about horny, I give you that." They clanked their
glasses together again.

      "You love him, it's rare to see these days. Tales of knights and
romance are seldom true, but yours is. I can tell Louis loves you as
well. You see, he always sits closer to the person he likes. When they had
family dinner, Charles usually had Louis sat beside him while Alex sat
beside Louis, and Louis always sat himself closer to Alex. Another secret,
I think Alexandra likes you as well."

      "Good things, I don't have to fuck your mom, then." Patrick joked.

      Florian laughed as well, "Trust me, Alexandra might seem flirtatious,
but she only ever put it up for Arnaud. It seems they know how to get each
other in the mood as well."

      "Arnaud huh, what's up with you and him."

      "Nothing. I am his wife's bastard, that's all. He used me to look
good, `oh a lord that adopt his wife's unfortunate brood, how generous'!
Pfft! I might have a princess for a mother, but I am no more a lowborn than
the fucking cook's son. At least the cook's son doesn't have to clean up
his cock and wipe his ass."

      "Well, a secret for you, mate, all Carolingians are sluts. They only
need to be introduced to cocks to realize their true calling, even the
branch houses. Just look at your half-brother, Jamie. He used to only swing
for the wife, now the husbands swing their cock for him. He makes himself a
bit of a cult. I am not interested enough in his father to bring his slut
out, and your mom, I'd take her, but I have a feeling Louis will give me
more shit than I like if I did."

      "Carolingians are sluts, huh?" Florian looked at him doubtful, but
smiling.

      "Isn't that why you're here, mate? You're thirsting for my big fat
red cock." Patrick said smirking, then slapped Florian's butt.

      "Fucker!" They laughed for a while, and when they stopped, Florian
asked, "Honestly, I came here because I want to know what's your thought on
his Highness and why he takes so long in the wardrobe with Lord Vyce, but
it seems you don't mind."

      "Of course! they are fucking. Honestly, this place or the journey
must've done something for him. It's the first time I see him hunting for
his own man-meat. Usually, I had it delivered on his bed, prime Leinster
beef."

      "Well, I will say Alex might have helped that. She summoned `prime
young virile knights' from every Capet vassal house, her words not mine, to
here to get examined by her personally. She made sure, subtly, they
understood their duty and secrecy. I am still very impressed with her
eloquent speech. They stood naked in front of her with their hard cocks,
and she chose Myrdin and Vyce, who couldn't send his son caused he didn't
have any so he volunteered himself."

      Patrick choked on his wine when he heard that, "That woman is really
something, isn't she?"

      Florian nodded, "I am sure she chose Myrdin and Vyce because of the
two houses' loyalty as well as their, well, virility. Myrdin is one of the
handsomest knights while Vyce was honor-bound to a fault."

      "Fuck, I really want to see it, but man, that fucker Vyce looks like
a jumpy one. I don't want to scare him while my man riding his cock."

      Florian took his glass back from Patrick's hand and drank it empty,
"Fuck, the wine today is good. Alex keeps the best one just for
this. Anyway, I know a spot to look at them if you want. I can't say I am
not intrigued. C'mon. Lord Arnaud won't call me when he's busy gambling
with Lord Denam." Florian motioned Patrick to follow him.

      Florian set the glasses on the table as they passed, and both of them
quietly exited the hall.

      Perhaps it was the drink, perhaps it was the pent-up stress, perhaps
it was the sudden and quick connection he found with Florian, but even
Patrick had to admit he was a bit loose with the bastard. However, somehow,
he could tell that Florian also found the same connection with him. As they
walked the hallway, they kept bantering with each other, sometimes
rough-housing, never stopping laughing.

      Patrick reached and squeezed Florian's butt, not out of seduction
like usual, but for a joke.

      "Fucker!" Florian said.

      Patrick quickly found out that Florian was a strong man and probably
experienced in combat as the man easily twisted his arm and locked both of
his arms behind him holding it with one hand. He felt Florian groped his
pants-covered ass crack hard.

      "Tell me, does his Highness cock isn't keeping you happy? Is that why
you've been trying to seduce me all night?"

      "Fuck you!" Patrick laughed, "Ain't nobody fucking my ass. When they
get back there, it's for worship."

      "Seriously, I thought with all love you have for Louis, you'll at
least let him tap your ass."

      "Well, he doesn't want it. Not that I'll let him if he did. I'll just
have to look for asses on top of the cocks we had in our deal."

      Deep down, Patrick wasn't sure either. His feelings for the man were
so deep that he was afraid of what he was willing to do for the man, and it
made him feel conflicted. Perhaps he shouldn't be afraid, he
thought. Perhaps Frederic was right, he was a hypocrite.

      "So, you never had anything back there?" Florian asked curiously,
with a heavy tone.

      "Well, I had tongues back there worshipping my ass," he paused, "And
my friends' finger when I lost fights."

      "Thank goodness, I am your friend, aren't I? Well, I am."

      Patrick couldn't even retort back when suddenly he felt Florian's
hand suddenly in his back pants, followed by a sharp pain up his
ass. "Motherfucker!"

      "I guess I am your friend now." Florian chuckled.

      It wasn't erotic by any means. It was only a quick painful stab and a
playful wiggling around before Florian pulled his finger back.

      "Fuck, now my finger is dirty. How did your friends clean their
fingers?"

      "They usually licked it clean," Patrick said looking back at Florian
trying to give him the best convincing smile.

      "Seriously?"

      "Seri—"

      With a wicked grin, Florian shoved his finger right into Patrick's
mouth shutting the man up, and with his other hand locking Patrick's head
in place, he shoved the finger in and out roughly laughing.

      Even though Patrick's hands could finally move again as Florian used
the hand to lock his head, Patrick found it useless to push Florian
away. He was way weaker than the man, and Florian's gun was enough to keep
Patrick's head in place. He was choking as Florian rubbed his finger all
around Patrick's mouth roughly, finger fucking his mouth. Patrick's hand,
however, hadn't given up. It traveled to the back of laughing Florian,
right into his pants, and attacked him from the rear with a quick jab.

      Florian let out a high-pitched yelp as he let go of his lock.

      Patrick tried to subdue Florian by finding his bitch button, but
Florian recuperated quicker. In less than a second, Florian swung back and
kicked Patrick on the balls.

      "Motherfu—" Patrick couldn't even finish his sentence since
Florian already head-locked him again shoving Patrick's finger that had
been in his ass into Patrick's mouth.

      "You know, unlike you, I actually have had nothing back there. But
since you like it so much, I'll give you a taste. Well, another one."
Florian wiggled two of his fingers in front of Patrick before sticking it
up his own ass. Then he shoved the fingers back into Patrick's mouth and
forced Patrick's finger to fuck his own mouth with the two fingers.

      Florian's ass tasted funky, musky, sweaty, manly, and stinky, yet
Patrick didn't mind it. He was an ass man after all.

      "Now, why don't we compare taste, which asses taste better. You're
going to shove your finger up your own ass, using your free hand, and stuck
it inside your mouth, capiche?" Florian tightened his lock.

      Patrick nodded fucking himself on the fingers in the process. He
reached behind, stuck his finger deep into his knuckle, then brought it
back up into his mouth.

      Florian, letting go of the lock, patted Patrick's head with his hand,
then reached behind sticking his finger deep inside Patrick's ass again.

      Patrick knew he could try to fight back if he wanted, but he
didn't. The result won't be different than the last one; besides, his
energy was still gone from the kick to the balls he received. So, he just
let Florian shove his finger into his backdoor roughly finger-fucking it
before shoving the fourth finger into his mouth.

      "Good boy." He heard Florian praised.

      It was after a minute of Florian finger-fucking his mouth that
Patrick sneakily swung his legs back, low-blowing Florian.

      "Ugh!"

      Not wasting his time, Patrick locked bending Florian's neck with his
arm, turning him around so his ass was facing a steel statue of a kneeling
knight stabbing a sword to the ground, then slammed Florian's ass right on
the hilt of the sword. When he heard the sound of pants being ripped and a
grunt, he knew he could let go of Florian's tensed body. He stepped back to
get a good look at his surely defeated opponent.

      The blonde twunk's pale face had turned red with its blue eyes
tearful as it was bulging out of its socket looking right at Patrick. The
mouth formed an "O" but there was no scream, only sad pathetic high-pitch
whimpers. The veins on his hands bulged as they were holding the ass. The
legs were tensed in an awkward sitting position as it tried to stop the ass
from falling deeper. Patrick saw the next stop was the cross so the ass
couldn't fall deeper even if he wanted to.

      Patrick approached the hunk smirking, "You're done being a bad boy?"
He grabbed Florian by the head and rubbed it on his pits.

      Florian nodded, mouth still agape.

      Patrick stepped back, stuck a finger up his own ass, and then held it
in front of Florian's face, right below his nose. His ass was as stinky as
Florian's if not more.

      "Suck it, buddy."

      Florian did, knowing he was at the short end of the stick. He made a
scrunched-up face, but Patrick made him suck the finger for a good minute
before helping the man up. Luckily, the hilt didn't have a pommel carved,
so it was easy to pull the ass back up.

      "Hold your cheeks open, buddy, let me check it."

      Florian heard Patrick say before having the back of his trousers
ripped open by Patrick. He didn't want to do it, but his ass was indeed
still sore.

      Patrick was squatting right behind the firm muscular ass when Florian
reached back spreading the asscheeks apart, showing the tight hole puffed
out and red from the impact. There Patrick could also see the bright blonde
dusting on Florian's balls. Patrick dove into the crack taking a deep
breath, before tasting the rosebud. His tongue slathered the hole with
saliva before pulling back, returning with only its tip licking and
massaging the bruised muscles lightly.

      Florian groaned and was surprised by the foreign feeling. He couldn't
deny, however, that the tongue did feel pleasant on his sore hole. When
Patrick truly began devouring his hole, sucking his asshole, and driving
the tongue inside, Florian, moaning quite loudly, stood on his toes. He
reached behind and pressed Patrick's head deeper. When Patrick pulled back,
he let out a disappointed sigh.

      "I am that good, huh?" Patrick smirked, still squatting, at Florian
who was bending over arching his voluptuous bubble butt.

      "Dipshit!" Florian retorted. When Patrick slapped his bubble butt, he
jiggled his asscheeks right back at Patrick earning another slap on the
other cheek.

      Patrick stood up, saying, "Let's go, we don't want to miss the good
show!"

      They began walking again, but after a few steps, Florian already gave
Patrick a noogie, and his finger, coated with Patrick's own ass stink, was
back in Patrick's mouth.

      Florian brought them to a small room for cleaning supplies beside the
changing room. There, he opened a wall tall cabinet, inside filled with
brooms and mops, took it out leaving the door open, and crawled on all
fours motioning for Patrick to follow him quietly. It seemed that the
inside of the cabinet was attached directly to the wall, partitioning both
of the rooms.

      Patrick placed himself on top of Florian who was strong enough to
support both of them, as they peeked into a quiet sizeable hole, small
enough to be unnoticeable, thanks to the cluttered front of the hole, but
still gave enough vision on what was happening inside the room. There they
saw Louis bending over a table directly in front of them as Vyce, squatting
on the edge of the table, drove his 4" fat veiny cock inside Louis's
foaming asshole. It was later Louis told Patrick that that was their third
position, previously doggy and missionary, and Vyce had cum three times
inside Louis. They all could see Vyce's square muscle butt clenching as he
slammed his cock home. Patrick wasn't sure, but it seemed Louis's asshole
wasn't the only thing that caught Florian's eyes, but also Vyce's tight
dark rosebud surrounded by soft dark hair.

      Knowing Florian couldn't move his hands unless he wanted to throw
Patrick and make some noise, Patrick reached behind and stuck a finger up
Florian's ass through the ripped hole. When Florian was about to protest,
Patrick used his other hand to cover Florian's mouth.

      "Shhh! Don't make some noise, you want them to notice?" Patrick
hissed. But if he was to be honest, Patrick was Louis's loud moans would
give Florian enough coverage to throw Patrick off his body. Florian,
however, didn't seem to think that way and just grunted.

      "Oh Lord above! Your Highness! I am about to cum!" Vyce shouted as he
slammed harder and harder, his low-hanging hairy ballsack slapping Louis's
with each thrust.

      Florian turned his eyes back, seemingly fixated, on the scene in
front of them; Patrick could even feel his body heat rising. Within
seconds, Florian had already forgotten about Patrick's finger in his butt,
which Patrick reminded him as quickly when he moved his finger
around. Florian didn't say a word and continued watching. He was quiet,
though Patrick could see Florian getting sweatier and his pale body turned
red. It was only when Patrick finally found his prostate did Florian yelped
and his body tensed. Patrick smirked when he saw the muscular body under
him tensed clenching his finger tight with the ass muscle.

      "Fuck!" Florian screamed the same time as Vyce screamed when he cum
inside Louis.

      He let out another, "Fuck" when Vyce pulled his still hard 4" cut
thick cock out of Louis and cum flooded out of the asshole. Then again,
Patrick wasn't sure if the "fuck" wasn't because of his finger dancing
around inside Florian's asshole, zig-zagging, while kept stimulating the
prostate.

      On the other side of the room, Vyce dropped his back on the table
heaving while his cock was still standing hard, saying, "Your Highness, you
beat me. That was the greatest lay I had in my entire life! I don't think I
could get it up for my wife tomorrow or even next week."

      Louis chuckled at Vyce still trying to be polite after fucking
Louis's ass inside out, and he thought he had enough too. That was until he
saw the cock was still standing hard, "It seems you still have a few more
cum left I could pump out, my lord." Louis said standing over Vyce's hip on
top of the sturdy table.

      "What do you mean, your Highness?"

      Vyce still couldn't register what Louis meant as he watched the
emperor's back descend until he was squatting on top of Vyce's cock. It was
when Louis was holding his straight, cockhead kissing Louis's sloppy
asshole still leaking cum, he realized what Louis intended to do. "Wait,
Your Highness, I am still too sensi—Aah!"

      Louis did not wait nor did his asshole as it devoured the cock back
to the hilt easily. Louis tensed his ass muscle, gripping the cock tightly,
as he moved up and down in reversed cowgirl making Vyce sit back up
whimpering in an unmanly manner, that even Florian couldn't believe the
studly muscular knight with bigger muscle than him could make such sounds.

      Florian could see Vyce's feet curled up, which he would soon follow,
but first, he sighed in disappointment when Patrick pulled back his
finger. He looked back, wanting to protest, when Patrick' shoved the finger
that had been up his ass into his mouth. Patrick, smiling, gave him an air
kiss, and then Florian felt two other fingers tried to breach his asshole.

      The fingers didn't let his ass adapt before jackhammering his bitch
button shaking his asscheeks as the fingers violated his ass.  Florian
couldn't even finish his pained muffled groan before his voice turned into
choked moans as the finger fucking his mouth violated it just as hard. If
Vyce's curled feet were still on the ground, Florian had already lifted
both up so his on-four body was only supported by his arms and knees.

      Patrick was kneeling beside Florian with his hands screwing Florian
from both ends making the man look like he was skewed between two hands.

      Although he was the only one who could hear it, he quite liked the
sound of Florian's muffled moans harmonizing well with Vyce's high-pitched
whimpers as Louis slammed his ass hard on Vyce's cock. Clearly, the new
pleasure that both men experienced was too much for them as not long after,
they both came. Not at the same time and not the same "came".

      To be precise, Vyce "came" first, shouting, "Oh Lord up above! Oh!
Oh!"

      Louis lifted himself off Vyce jumped down the table in the distance
and watched his masterpiece. Vyce was sitting on the table drooling with
sweat drenching his glistening hard muscle and hairy chest under the
candlelight, making unmanly whimper, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as he hosed down the
floor with his piss. His face was red from lust, exhaustion, and most of
all, embarrassment as his cock couldn't stop squirting. In his mind, he
kept telling himself to stop as a man of his age, of his stature, of his
size, shouldn't have a bladder failure, and yet, it seemed to make him
pissed harder.

      It was the first time Florian ever saw the proud daddy in such a
shameful position, and along with Patrick's finger kept violating him on
both ends, it drove him to the edge as his cock spurt the hardest in his
entire life. It didn't help that Patrick, knowing Florian was about to cum,
drilled his fingers harder into his bitch button, trying to push all of the
cum out of his prostate. The only reason why he didn't squeal harder than
Vyce was Patrick's finger fucking his mouth.

      As Florian's cum subsided, so did Vyce's piss stream.

      Florian dropped his head on the floor the moment Patrick took out his
finger out of his mouth, breathing hard, before looking sideways at Patrick
who was smirking at him. It didn't upset him, if anything, he chuckled at
the euphoria and ecstasy Patrick just introduced him.

      "The fuck was that... Not bad for my man-o-man action." Florian
chuckled as he said that, unsure whether he was referring to Vyce or
Patrick's finger up his butt "Trust me, mate, there is so much more
pleasure you can get from sex than you can learn," Patrick replied
chuckling as well.

      Florian kept chuckling for a few seconds, until he looked at Patrick,
seriously, "I am not a faggot." He spoke.

      "You're not, bud," Patrick said sincerely, "We're merely messing
around. Me and my buds back home do it a lot. Think of it this way, I am
only tickling you, from the inside." At the last word, Patrick drove his
fingers, which still remained inside Florian, straight into the prostate
again.

      Florian's butt jolted and tensed as his ass was crushing Patrick's
finger. He was choked on his own breath trying to hold himself from moaning
even though a small lovely whimper still escaped which only Patrick could
hear. He looked at Patrick after, chuckling again, and then slapped him on
his stomach lightly. They looked at each other, silently, for a few
seconds, until Florian suddenly rose his head peeking into the room. His
body moved forward and back again at Patrick's finger lightly as if Florian
was trying to scratch his inside.

      Patrick knew Florian was primed for bitching, and all he needed to do
was to push forward. But he didn't want to, somehow. He felt a kindred
spirit in the small amount of time he spent talking with the man, and that
made him want Florian as a friend, not a bitch. That didn't mean he won't
enjoy watching Florian bubble ass rutting on his fingers.

      "Man, I think, your husband broke Vyce's bladder," Florian said
normally as if he wasn't rutting himself on Patrick.

      In the other room, Vyce remained still sitting on the table taking
his breath as if he had been running a marathon while his cock jumped up
and about spurting leftover piss from time to time.

      Louis had finished dressing in his night attire, far more formal and
conservative than what he usually wore in his court. He did empty the cum
in his ass on a piece of a red handkerchief, embroidered with a golden
knighthood, and house Gallet sigil, which Vyce gave him to wipe his
forehead when the man romantically tried to seduce him. The cum was so much
that the handkerchief was drenched on both sides.

      "Thank you for this my lord, but I think you should keep it, to
remind you of me," Louis said dropping the handkerchief beside Vyce. "I
hope you don't mind cleaning this room for me. I mean, after all, you're
the one who makes the mess like a child, my lord." Louis chuckled.

      Vyce's face burned from the shame and the insult, and his cock
spurted more piss as his pride as an adult knight slighted, "Y-yes, Your
Highness. Forgive me."

      "Don't worry, my lord. It'll be our secret." Louis said caressing
Vyce's cheeks, "Well, I think I need to head back now."

      "W-wait, your highness."

      Louis stopped in his track, still with his graceful smile as if he
hadn't had his shit railed a minute earlier, "Yes, my lord?"

      "C-can I have a lock of your hair? It's so beautiful, I want to keep
it as a memento."

      Louis raised his eyebrow, "My hair? Is that what you truly want?
Remember, my lord, we promised to be honest to each other." He said sensing
Vyce's deeper desire.

      "Ehem," Vyce coughed, his piss had seemingly stopped.

      "My lord, there is nothing wrong with your desire. Just like how you
want to have sex with me, there is nothing wrong with that. Unless of
course, you're regretting it."

      "No! Of course not! I wouldn't dare! It was the best thing that
happened in my life!"

      "Then you can be honest with me."

      "I... God..." It was as if he wanted to say something, but the word
choked on his throat, "Fuck! I fucking want your fucking pubes!"

      Louis was surprised at first by the outburst, but he quickly smiled,
"Of course. I can't give it to you right now, as my hair down there is
still soft and short, my man likes it that way. But I am sure it will grow
after I am back from Rome. I hope you're willing to wait until then. Do you
want my ass hair as well?"

      "YES!" Vyce replied too quickly, which made Louis laugh. Realizing
his over-enthusiastic borderline pervert behavior, Vyce coughed again.

      "It's settled then," Louis replied, smiling again, before leaving the
room for good.

      Vyce remained silent for a good 5 minutes, catching his breath before
he suddenly looked around like he was about to do something criminal, "Is
anybody out there?" He called loudly.

      When he was greeted in silence, Vyce propped his legs on top of the
table with his ass on the edge. Right in front of him were Florian and
Patrick looking straight as his dark star under his low-hanging balls and
between the hairy asscheeks winking excitedly. He reached for the cum and
ass slime's soiled handkerchief and put it in his mouth, letting out a wild
guttural groan, before his cock letting out a fresh stream of piss. Then
surprising both Florian and Patrick, Vyce threw his head back as he let out
the loudest string of farts that Florian swore shake the castle walls.

      "Your husband totally broke him." Florian said pinching his nose,
"Fuck his fart smells foul."

      Patrick, instead of covering his nose, welcomed the smell by
breathing it deep, "That, my friend is a smell of virgin pussy ripe for
taking, and I know just the perfect man to take it." He said looking at
Florian.

      "You're mad! I haven't done anything with men, I told you."

      "You're a stud! Buddy, look at yourself!" Patrick said ignoring the
fact that the said stud was rutting on his finger. "But you're right, we
need to train you first."

      "I am not sure. I still like boobs and pussies."

      "And nothing will change, except that fucker, that massive giant
stuck-up knight, will be hounding for your cock like a dog to a bone. Your
dog."

      "Fuck!" Florian said rutting himself even faster, "I dig that!" He
grunted, unconsciously digging Patrick's finger deeper into him while
eye-banging Vyce's convulsing asshole.

.

	When Louis went back to the hall, Myrdin dropped his conversation
with Vyce's daughter and quickly followed Louis around, serving him wine
and flattery. He was more aggressive than he had been before in flirting
with Louis, probably after his father gave him a disapproving look once he
noticed Vyce and Louis had gone for far too long.

      	Louis wasn't bothered by the attention even if Vyce had kept him
satisfied for a while. Besides, the wine was nice. He played cards with
Arnaud and Denam, and later Vyce, while Myrdin was clinging beside
him. Myrdin rested his chin on Louis's shoulder, whispering sweet nothing
as they spoke, one arm wrapping around Louis's waist while the other
helping Louis holding the cart since Louis's other hand was busy massaging
Myrdin's bare cock which he let out. Vyce seemed distracted by the two
closeness which cost him the game and his money. Unbeknownst to them, all
the while Myrdin was resting his chin on Louis's shoulder, giggling, and
"helping" him with the game, Louis's feet were jerking Denam's bare cock.

      Like his son, he maintained a straight poker face throughout the
game.

      As the game was being wrapped up, Vyce offered Louis to take him to
his chamber, but Myrdin insisted on escorting Louis himself with the
support from his father. Things were about to heat up until Louis finally
said he was going with Myrdin. Vyce looked like a lost puppy, but Louis did
give him one last kiss on the cheek before retreating to his chamber with
Myrdin.

      Both of them were already sucking on each other faces from the
hallway, before stumbling into Louis's bedroom giggling. But the smile on
Myrdin's face vanished the moment he saw two other naked bodies on the bed,
making out. Louis who realized Myrdin was too stunned to return his kiss
also looked at the bed finding his "husband" and his half-cousin were
making out on the bed.

      Florian was relaxing on the bed with one arm pulled up resting at the
back of his head revealing his smooth pit and the other arm wrapped around
Patrick's waist grabbing his butt. Patrick who was lying on his side
reached down to Florian's mouth with his mouth while one of his hands was
playing with Florian's small titties while his other hand wrapped under the
muscular body to play with the other titties. Both of their cocks were as
hard as a rock with Florian's 6" cock bobbing around.

       Patrick heard the door open, but he took his time untangling himself
from Florian who didn't notice because he was too drowned and breathless
from Patrick's kiss. He had been practicing since his defeat against
Frederic, and as far as he could see from Florian, he was proud of his
improvement.

      He looked at them from the corner of his eyes, smirking, still making
out with Florian whose eyes were closed. He pulled away slightly and used
his hand to open Florian's surprisingly compliant mouth. He extended his
tongue and licked around the rim of Florian's mouth. Florian's tongue was
also dancing around licking Patrick's tongue from time to time, when
Patrick pulled away his tongue, a drop of spit fell from the tip and a
thread of saliva was visibly extended from the tip of the tongue down into
Florian's mouth. He gave the mouth a gentle kiss and smirked as when he
pulled away, Florian's mouth reaching up to meet his lips.

      It was then Patrick finally acknowledged Louis and Myrdin, whose
faces were hot and heavy from the show.

      "Took you long enough, babe," Patrick said looking at Louis who was
biting his lower lips and rubbing on his crotch, a shameful display that
past Louis wouldn't have exhibited. "I was showing your cousin how to kiss
a man and was waiting for you to move on to the next step."

      Florian roused from his lying position and played it cool with a
smirk despite his breathless and red face.

      It was Myrdin beside him who had been stunned, stammering on his
words, said, "I-I am sorry, my lord. I thought—I thought His Highness
will spend his night alone tonight."

      Patrick stood up from the bed and walked to Louis. He pulled them
into his arms and then bit his neck, "He never sleeps alone," Patrick
replied slapping Louis's rump.

      "I-I see. I am sorry for misunderstanding it. I'll be on my way."

      "Not so fast," Patrick said stopping Myrdin from going. The man
gulped as he looked at Patrick's smirk, "I know your dad sent you
here. Wouldn't he be upset if we sent you back on your tail? He had been
most hospitable, and I wouldn't want to insult him. Why don't you stay, I
don't mind. Maybe a virgin like you could learn a thing or two as well."

      "I am not a virgin!" He replied upset.

      "Yeah? But have you fuck a manwhore like this?" Patrick spanked Louis
harder, then kneaded the asscheeks after making Louis mewl in his arms.

      The townwhore had a bigger ass, Myrdin wanted to say, but he wisely
kept his mouth shut.

      When Louis leaned in for a kiss, Patrick pulled back slightly and
pursed his lips. They had been sleeping so many times Louis already knew
what Patrick planned to do, so he opened his mouth. Patrick spat into his
mouth which Louis accepted gladly, before making out swirling the spit
around their mouths.

      Myrdin watched with open mouth, even the townwhore wouldn't let him
anywhere near her mouth, let alone spit in her like that. Without him
realizing it, his hands descend to grope his own crotch.

      Patrick smirked when he saw that, "Go sit on the chair over there so
can watch and learn from the expert. You too, Florian."

      Florian smirked and jumped off the bed with his 6" cock swinging
around while Patrick, still with Louis in his arms making out, approached
and fell on the bed. As they were making out, hands all over each other,
Patrick heard Myrdin exclaim, "What are you doing!?"

      "We're all boys here and all of us have our cocks hard! What the fuck
are you shy for?" Florian said as he pulled off Myrdin's trouser much to
the protest of the young noble. Myrdin couldn't do anything as Florian
manhandled his much smaller twink body off his clothes, leaving the
almost-adult teenager in his birthday suit trying to cover his 6" cock.

      "Give me back my clothes!"

      Florian laughed as he used the expensive clothes to wipe his asscrack
and his pits.

      "You maniac! You never fail to prove that you're the seed of that
bandit, you bastard!" It was when Florian frowned and his face reddened did
Myrdin realized he had gone too far with his insult, "I—I didn't
mean—Ungh!"

      Florian pinched and pulled hard on both Myrdin's flat-chested tits
before lifting him on his shoulder, giving a spank and a handprint as a
bonus. As he sat on the chair Patrick told them to sit, he slammed Myrdin's
ass on his thigh, making the twink groan and jump. Florian pulled him back
to sit on his thigh with Myrdin's back against Florian's chest.

      "Jack both of our cocks, cunt!"

      "No—Ungh!"

      Florian slapped Myrdin's balls and twisted them in his palm, making
Myrdin scream bloody murder.

      "Yes! Yes! I'll do it! I am sorry!" Myrdin said tapping on Florian's
firm stomach.

      "Sir!" He twisted the balls harder.

      "Yes, Sir! I am sorry, Sir!"

      Florian let go of the clutch and let Myrdin rub on them. As Myrdin
was slightly bent forward when he was rubbing his balls for comfort,
Florian could see the tight pink asshole winking at him. He held Myrdin
down with one hand, and with his other, he pushed up a finger into the
tight asshole.

      "Agh! Wait! Sir! What are you doing!? Ah!"

      Myrdin's virgin ass clamped on the finger tightly as it tried to
expel the intruder, but it was no match for Florian's strength as his
fingers forced itself deeper until everything was inside, "Trust me, you'll
thank me later."

      Myrdin groaned when Florian's finger danced inside his ass, pushing
the thin flesh wall around roughly, and when the finger touched a
particular spot, the groan turned into a loud moan, "Fuck!" He looked back
at Florian amazed with his mouth still stupidly making "O" which still made
him look handsome, much to Florian's hatred, "What the fuck was that?"

      "Told ya! Feels good, right?" Florian said pushing on the button
lightly making Myrdin moan louder and unconsciously pushing his ass back on
the finger before suddenly Florian pushed a second finger roughly straight
into the button, pressing and tapping on the prostate, which turned into a
rough finger fucking.

      "Oh God! Fuck me!" Myrdin screamed with his feet curled, and his
hands both grabbing on Florian's massive thigh. His eyes rolled back, and
he had a stupid smile plastered on his face.

      "Thank me, cunt!"

      "Thank you, Sir!" He said with gritted teeth trying to hold the moan
to no avail. He continued to moan for some more before suddenly, the
fingers were pulled off his ass. "Huh?" He looked at Florian confused and
disappointed.

      "I didn't feel your hand on my cock, cunt." He simply said.

      Myrdin looked at the red angry hard cock on Florian's crotch
hesitantly, sure he had been jacking his cock most of the time he couldn't
visit the whorehouse, and he had jerked his buddies off a couple of times
in a circle jerk, but this was Florian, the bastard.

      Florian pushed his finger back inside Myrdin's tight asshole which
still trying to expel him, but not as hard.

      Myrdin groaned, but he pressed back on the finger, even arching his
back to let the finger go inside easily. He moaned when he felt a gentle
press on his bitch button once more.

      "I only make my good boy feel good, Myrdin. Are you a good, boy?"

      "Yes, I am, Sir," Myrdin said, looking back at Florian smiling and
biting his lower lips naturally trying to seduce the man.

      "Whose good boy, are you?" Florian leaned in and growled into his
ear.

      "You, Sir! Ah!"

      "Jerk our cocks, then boy."

      As if all of his doubt suddenly disappeared with each grind that he
did on Florian's finger, Myrdin reached for his cock and Florian's cock
with each hand and gave it a good slow and steady jerk as he swayed back
and forth on the finger.

      On the bed, Louis and Patrick who had been watching the whole time,
all the while kissing and making out with each other also did not want to
be beaten by them.

      "Let's show these virgins how things are done." He said loudly.

      "I am not a virgin!" Both Florian and Myrdin replied at the same
time.

      Patrick only chuckled as he lay on his back on the bed, arms behind
his head, while Louis climbed on his body legs around Patrick's waist.

      Louis pushed his ass back, strutting it back to make it appear
voluptuous as he ground his still-clothed cock onto Patrick's bare 8"
cock. They sloppily kissed each other and exchanged spit as Patrick's hands
descended and clawed the pert ass. He kneaded and slapped the covered ass
around before pulling his cock upward from under Louis to stand like an 8"
pillar across Louis's butt crack.

      "Jesus," Florian muttered when he saw Patrick's huge cock. He had
seen the cock earlier, but he never registered how huge it was up until
then. He could also feel a weird sensation going in Myrdin's ass as it
tighten and purred around two of his fingers. He felt both jealous and
proud of what his friend could do to a cunt.

      "Why don't we let the boy see what a slut you have been tonight?"
Patrick said playfully slapping Louis's rump and storing his dick under
Louis again so Florian and Myrdin could see Louis's ass in full.

      Louis only moaned as he kissed Patrick and played with Patrick's
tits, while he kept frotting their cocks together. Slowly, Patrick pulled
down the trouser, revealing Louis's smooth white lily ass skin bit by bit
from the top.

      "Fuck!" Florian muttered under his breath when the trouser slowly
pulled down, finally revealing the puffed and reddish, but still tight,
asshole.

      Patrick tucked them just under Louis's balls, so the smooth sack was
hanging out, but not the cock. Then he lifted the butt, and whispered, "Go
on, baby, show your party trick to them."

      Florian and Myrdin watched as the hole quivered like a volcano before
an eruption, but this time, it erupt with an explosion of cum like a
fountain hosing the bed and went as far as the floor in front of Florian
and Myrdin.

      "Jesus fuck!" Both of them exclaimed.

      "That cunt Vyce might be only packing 4", but his cum got so deep
inside you," Patrick said.

      "Vyce!?" Myrdin looked at Patrick, Louis, and Florian behind him who
just chuckled.

      "You think we're a kid like you who wait around until their mama told
him to go and take out their dick for a wee?" Florian mocked them which
made Myrdin pout.

      Florian chuckled again and said, "Now, now, that's why I am here, so
we can train you to be a big boy. My big good boy." He said sawing three of
his fingers onto Myrdin's button quicker, and just like what Patrick had
told him before, "A finger up the ass is all it's needed to fix an angry
bitch," he couldn't wait to apply it to Vyce.

      Patrick changed his position so he was lying with his head pointing
at Florian and Myrdin instead, "Lean your ass up a bit, I want to see your
hole."

      "You hear him!" Florian said as he pushed Myrdin's ass forward on his
thigh so the boy had to lean back on his chest.

      Myrdin spread his legs wider while Florian reached over his leg to
keep fingering him. He could smell Florian's breath and sweat from the
closeness, and although he hated to admit it, the smell made him feel
something he refused to acknowledge yet his hand moved furiously jacking
their cocks.

      "You too, Florian," Patrick ordered.

      "What? Why?"

      "That's the rule brother!"

      Thinking it over while his cock being jacked off was certainly helped
steered his mind and made it more compliable, "Fuck it," he said before
lifting his free leg up the chair's arm, turning a little bit sideways as
he sat, revealing a tight little smooth pink hole. His position also made
his cock turn closer to Myrdin's ass who was sitting on his other leg.

      Turning to Louis, who had taken off all of his clothes, he was
prostrating on Patrick's crotch, sweeping his face around the pubes and the
thick shaft, before diving straight into the sack making a loud snorting
noise.

      "Fuck yeah, baby," Patrick cooed when Louis sucked his balls one by
one, bathing them gently with his tongue.

      Then he sucked both of the balls into his mouth until both of his
cheeks were puffed from the balls.

      Patrick lifted Louis's head a bit so their audience could see Louis
with a mouthful of balls on each cheek and a huge cock splayed across his
face pouring pre-cum on the head.

      "Jesus..." Both of Florian and Myrdin muttered as Florian's dick
inching closer and closer to the heat radiating from Myrdin's hole.

      Louis pulled away and pressed his face on Patrick's red patch of
pubic hair inhaling deeply, before moving to the main course, the thick 8"
Irish sausage. He sloppily slathered his tongue up and down the thick
phallus a couple of times, then stopped at the tip to plant a spitful
sloppy kiss-suckling. His eyes were staring straight into Florian,
sometimes Myrdin, he didn't discriminate, as if it was their cock that he
was currently swabbing his tongue rapidly over the piss slit at.

      It drove Florian wild as he moved his hand to his cock, grasping it
over Myrdin's hand, and jacked it furiously, while his mouth traveled to
Myrdin's neck landing in a couple of soft kisses. The twink was too far
down his fuck fog to do anything besides moaning.

      Patrick looked at Louis staring down their two voyeurs and looked up
to see the hunk's body glistening with sweat turning red as he jacked his
cock with Myrdin's hand and the twink sitting on his lap throwing his legs
up moaning like a slut while fingers rapidly went in and out of his tight
hole. It was both of the holes, Mydin's fingered hole and Florian's tight
muscle cunt, that draw Patrick's attention, and he watched them intently as
they contracted and winked at him. He couldn't stare long as Louis's ass
was soon all over his face.

      He smirked at the luscious hole winking at him, contracting, thinking
it was inviting him to dine and feast on the puffed-out cunt, only for it
to burst out with cum soaking Patrick's face with thick white goo.

      "What the fuck!?" Patrick said bewildered.

      Pattrick was more confused than angry, maybe a little bit upset, but
when Louis looked at Patrick over his shoulder with his now slightly
overgrown blonde hair draping over his shoulder while biting his lips and
arching his back further to Patrick, he knew that this time, Louis wanted
to push their boundaries.

      Sure, he had drunk piss before, mouth to mouth from Louis, but never
visible to their audience. Fine, there was that time with Sean and Connor,
but they were his best friends. There was a certain mind block in his mind
that forbade him to go further, to explore farther, to dive deeper into the
true world of debauchery and pleasure. Then there was that time Frederic
fed him his cum just a few days ago, and his words still rang in his ears,
"...you don't even know what you want boy."

      As much as he hated to admit it, Frederic was right. He didn't know
what sex and pleasure meant, not to the same extent Frederic knew at least,
and he could never surpass him if he kept holding himself back.

      That, and the fact that Louis was sluttily looking at him while
winking his hole, made his cock even harder and his mind even more adamant
about his decision. He looked at Louis biting his lip, and then nodded at
him.

      Louis gave a cheeky smile before properly squatting on Patrick's
head, spreading his asscheeks apart so their audience could see clearly
what was about to happen.

      Florian, Myrdin, and even Patrick watched closely Louis's red hole
contracting and puffing out with a held breath. When it finally parted, a
drop of white goo dropped out of the ass leaving behind a trail of liquid
thread as it fell into Patrick's waiting mouth. He devoured it like a fish
breathing water, and he didn't even flinch at the taste. He wasn't new to
the taste of cum, he had tasted his cum and his best friends in one of
their forfeits. But a total stranger's cum was new for him, and he didn't
regret it. If anything, it proved that Frederic was right, as much as he
hated it. But he loved the cum, and he swore he could taste Louis's ass in
Vyce's sweet and salty cum.

      Louis let out one more drop before letting a dam break loose out of
his ass and Vyce's cum flooding out of the ass straight into Patrick's gut.

      The cum splashed around Patrick's face as well, before Patrick
finally leaned up and latched his mouth on Louis's hole, giving his husband
a proper ass-to-mouth felching. He sloppily slurped the cum out of Louis's
ass and even let the never-ending stream soak his face. It was a wonder how
much Vyce had cum.

      "Fuck! That's so hot, bro!" Florian said, his cockhead was already
knocking on Myrdin's finger-full hole.

      When the cum finally died down, Patrick's gut already had its fill,
but not the cock.

      He slapped Louis's ass and pulled the man to bend over the edge of
the bed as he climbed on the ass, "Now on to the main course!"

      His cock was pointing down at Louis's hole while Louis lay on the
edge of the bed on his stomach, legs on the floor, and dick pressing the
bedframe.

      Florian and Myrdin watched intently as the huge 8" cock slid easily,
inch by inch, into Louis's wet and sloppy asshole. They watched it spread
and contracted around the asshole, massaging it gently and when the cock
was fully in, a burst of cum flooded out of Louis's already-filled hole.

      "Just how much that fucking Vyce cum in you!?" Florian shouted to no
one.

      Patrick pulled his cock until the head remain, and then slammed it
home making more cum burst out and making the thigh-ass slapping sound more
pronounced. He repeated it a couple of times before finally, with cock
still deep in Louis's ass, he filled their body around, so Louis was laying
on his back on top of Patrick's body.

      Louis spread his legs further apart to give a better sight of their
copulation as he slammed his ass up and down meeting Patrick's thrusts.

      Florian and Myrdin watched in amazement as Patrick's 8" dick appeared
and disappeared within a second into Louis's swinging ass.

      "That looked like it could hurt like hell," Myrdin said, ass still
rutting on Florian's three fingers.

      "Are you kidding me, look at his cock!" Florian pointed out at
Louis's 7" cock swinging around and splattering his pre-cum everywhere, "He
looks like he is in heaven."

      "He did..." Myrdin said seemingly in a trance looking at Louis's cock
swinging like a pendulum.

      "I bet it feels good," he heard Florian low baritone voice speaking
into his ear, before feeling wet kisses on his neck.

      "I bet it does..."

      "Do you want to feel good, baby?" Florian cooed, withdrawing his
fingers and tapping his cockhead on the quivering asshole.

      "Yes..." He slurred, "Fuck! What are you doing!?" he screamed a
second later when he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

      "Sssh baby, I am trying to make you feel good... you're a good boy,
right?" Florian kissed and bit on Myrdin's neck and jacked his cock trying
to distract him while he pushed his cock past the virgin ring.

      "It hurts! Oh! Fuck, pull it out! Please, fuck!" Myrdin tried to move
his body around, but even with one arm, Florian could keep Myrdin stay
still while his cock head penetrated the tight ass, "Ohhh!" Myrdin
exclaimed.

      "Congratulations, boy! You're no longer a virgin!" Florian said
slapping Myrdin's face without stopping his cock advance.

      "Fuck!" Myrdin exclaimed as his screams of pain turned into moans of
pleasure when Florian's cock passed a particular spot in his ass, "What the
fuck is that?"

      Florian who knew what it felt like for his prostate to be pressed,
whispered into Myrdin's ear, "That is your bitch button, boy." He continued
pressing into the spot then grinding his cock around for a deeper pressure.

      "Oh, fuck! Fuck me..."

      "Since you've been a good boy, I'll oblige," he said before bringing
Myrdin to the pound town. He might have not fuck a man, but once his dick
was inside a hole, everything came naturally to Florian.

      Not only did he power-slam his cock up Myrdin's ass until the body
bounced back up, but he also used his other hand to impale Myrdin's ass
back into his cock.

      "Fuck me!!!" Myrdin shouted at the top of his lungs as he was
repeatedly slammed up and down the cock right on his button.

      "Whose your daddy?"

      "You!"

      "You're my good boy?"

      "Yes, Daddy! Please fuck me, daddy!"

      Florian looked across at Patrick who was smiling and giving him a
thumb, then he looked at Patrick with a smug smile as if he was challenging
him to a fuck off.

      Patrick smirked back, then propped Louis's feet on top of his
legs. He spread the asshole which still had his cock embedded to Florian
before began jackhammering all of 8" cock in and out.

      "Fuck yeah!" This time, it was Louis who screamed with a vibrating
voice from the rapid pounding.

      Didn't want to lose, Florian moved to his favorite position in
reverse standing missionary with Myrdin's legs propping on Florian's legs
making him hang by the arms which were held by Florian. Myrdin literally
squatted sideways on Florian's legs as Florian drove his cock into his ass
as deep as he could. Florian would slam his cock as hard as he could into
Myrdin making the ass swing forward from the impact, but was quickly pulled
back by the arms impaling it right back to the cock.

      Myrdin's eyes rolled back until only white remained and it was a
wonder how he could still maintain his posture while Florian power-slamming
him, and soon, his cock began spurting cum everywhere.

      It was clear that Florian had more advantages than Patrick. For one,
Myrdin was a virgin with a tight ass while Louis's, although he did have an
elastic ass, was already shaped to Patrick's cock. But in the end, Myrdin
cumming first and making a mess only heightened Patrick's excitement as he
hammered harder into Louis's custom-made cocksleeve trying to make him cum
as well. Both of them did end up coating the floor with cum.

      They pity whoever had to clean the thick layer of cum off the stone
floor later, but they didn't care.

      By the end of the night, they all moved onto the bed with Louis and
Myrdin's faces flat on the bed while their asses were high up and close to
each other cheeks to cheeks. On top of them, Florian was driving his 4" in
and out of Louis's ass while Patrick sawed his in and out of
Myrdin's. Despite both of them having to angle and spread their legs quite
wide for this position, they found a liking to the position. It was because
the position gave them better access to the hole or the hole gripped them
tighter, but from the newfound bond and excitement, and just a wave of
electric pleasure they felt each time their balls grinding against each
other. The sensation of sack-to-sack contact heightened the pleasure and
strengthened the brotherly bond that they forged overnight. And when they
got lucky, both of their assholes would meet and the jolt of electricity
from the friction turned their balls inside out.


.

      	When he woke up, Patrick barely remembered how he slept. He
remembered he had a mind-shattering orgasm and perhaps collapsed from
there, but it certainly was one of the best sleep he had after coming to
Francia. In his arms were Louis peacefully sleeping, his golden hair draped
over Patrick's chest, something they rarely did in the comfort of the
palace. He had never felt so fulfilled, and so satisfied. Sure he might've
felt amazing when he first cunted Louis, but last night was a new high for
him. He realized that he had been looking at things in the wrong way, one
shouldn't force pleasure onto others, the way he brute forced his way into
sex as he did with Louis and the Frankish court was no true pleasure. Sure
they were having sex, but they didn't do it in Patrick's name or even
Louis's. It's about connection, experience, and love; to some degree, the
Occitans were much better at sex than them. Still, if they were that good
then why would they have to sneak just to fuck with their boy lover?
Clearly, the notion of sex and pleasure were pretty much admonished by the
church which in turn embedded their fear of it within the culture. For
that, he needed to show them pleasure, but not as a debauched randy
barbarian, but as a magnanimous Prince of Pleasure.

      "You've woken up?" Louis said, suddenly stirred from his sleep.

      "Yeah..." Patrick smiled at him, caressing Louis's golden lock.

      "So..." Louis traced his fingers down the middle of Patrick's pecs
which seemed to be firmer, he clearly doing his best to maintain his
physique for Louis, "Are you mad?"

      "What!? Why would I be?"

      "You know, I suddenly make you eat cum and all of that in front of
Florian. I know how fragile you Leinster are with your image like the noble
ladies are."

      "Fuck off!" He laughed and patted Louis's head, "I suppose we do,
huh."

      They looked across the window, light shining down, with melodious
birds chirping from outside the room. They remained silent as Patrick's
finger now traced Louis's temple, down to his nose, then lips. He brought
them up and kissed them lightly.

      "It was amazing. Without you, I would've never done that."

      Louis smiled, "Glad I could be of service."

      "What makes you think to do that?"

      "Well, I could see that what Frederic said was clearly bothering
you. So, I thought, maybe you need a push out of your boundaries. You know,
just to clear your mind."

      Patrick smiled gently and pecked Louis on the lips, "And here I
thought I was the one who was supposed to be guiding you. I guess I am
disappointing you again, am I not?"

      Louis looked at Patrick as if he was being silly, "Of course not!
We're husbands, you said so. I don't know how a couple works where you came
from, but here, we have each other back. You have mine and I have yours."

      Patrick looked down at Louis with his cheeks turned red, almost as
red as his hair. He leaned in and planted his mouth on Louis's. Patrick
kissed Louis a lot, and he knew how good Louis's lips felt on his. But even
then he realized he didn't spend enough time appreciating the man he owned,
and the man who owned him. Their kiss was gentle and soft. It wasn't full
of desire, yet carried the same intensity. Accompanied by the birds
chirping, that morning became one of the most beautiful mornings in their
memories.

      .

      Louis's entourage was done with their breakfast and was busy
preparing for their departure to Lyon. As with the dinner, the breakfast
was also lavish and could feed the entire village. Arnaud even gave them
some more supplies to help them on their way, and a map for safe
travels. He had to say, Louis really loved the porridge that Arnaud's chef
made, and he knew his father loved them as well. Charles didn't really like
spending time with Arnaud, but he always looked forward to having the
porridge, he even ordered Arnaud to serve them for dinner as well whenever
he visited. Charles was always asking Arnaud for the secret recipe, but he
kept coyly denying Charles and expertly changing the topic.

      It was when he visited Arnaud in his study room that day that he knew
what the secret ingredient was.

      There sitting on an ornate chair, Arnaud had his trousers on his
ankles while jacking his cock when Louis came to the room, his beer gut
with a patch of treasure trail was showing. It was an 8" cut wine
bottle-thick cock on top of a pair of chicken egg-sized balls. He waved the
guards who were guarding the room out, as he motioned for Louis to get
closer.

      "Your dad always asked me to pack him an extra of his special
`porridge' so he could eat it during travel. We don't want to break the
tradition, don't we? Well, I guess we kinda did since now, I am about to
feed you the porridge straight to your mouth instead of under the guise of
a meal."

      Without command, Louis crawled on all four until he reached the cock,
and then impaled his own head on it, choking himself. Arnaud laughed and
sipped his wine while Louis was worshipping his cock.

      The balls weren't just for show, as the cum that Arnaud fed him kept
Louis full and sated until dinner.

      Patrick still hadn't talked to Connor or Sean. Connor did try to
strike up a conversation a couple of times but was always pulled away by
Sean. Patrick did not pursue them further as he knew he needed to let them
cool off before he finally talked to them, and he needed to mentally
prepare himself for an apology as well. After a few nights of traveling and
fucking, they finally reached the city of Lyon. From there, they set sail
down the river Rhone and onwards to the Mediterranean Sea.

* Hello! I am finally back after a year. I know I said I didn't want to
make the yearly update a habit, but life got in the way once again. I swear
I tried. But I bring with me a huge update as well, three chapters, 2 for
Francia and 1 for the Sultanate of Rum. Granted, it's probably this long
because I tried to update all three of them at the same time. And if you
have noticed, I also made a website to be sort of the list of characters, a
compendium. I hope it's worth the wait.

      Also, going forward, I want to try something new as well. As you can
see I always write a long chapter. What goes behind the scenes is that I
finish writing the chapters scene by scene (which took the longest) before
editing it. So I am thinking maybe I should've just posted the chapters
scene by scene instead of a chapter full of them, that way, maybe I could
make a more frequent update at the cost of a shorter chapter. I know it's
going to be hard for me to keep track of things, but it's worth the try, I
think.

      For a quick note, I changed Louis's mom's name from Marie (I think)
to Isodora to sort of hint at her Greek heritage, as well as give her a
better name than just generic Marie or Maria.

      Also, I made a new Ko-fi page if any of you like my stories and want
to tip and donate to me, I really appreciate it. I don't want to do a
subscription because I don't want to disappoint anyone if I can't keep a
scheduled update. Anyway, it's not necessary, and I really appreciate even
just your kind words or constructive criticism! Thank you as always!