Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2022 00:34:27 +0700
From: Ganteng Ask <gantengcks@gmail.com>
Subject: Kingdom of Francia Chapter 9

       This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This
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Characters List:

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

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

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

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

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

Sean O'Connely: 8" uncut cock. Leinster. Early twenties. Son of Rian
O'Connely. He was tall and toned. He was pale, had red hair, and a pair of
black eyes. His face was more on the cute side, especially with his
dimples. He was covered in soft red hair around his body, especially his
ass where the hair grew so thick it made his ass looked red.

Connor Murphy: 9" uncut cock. Leinster. Mid twenties. He was short and
skinny. He had short black hair and a pair of black eyes. Patrick's best
friend. He was considered a wimp in the tribe, but behind the curtain, he
had fucked a lot of the "studs" since he was young. His cock was said to be
magical. It was thin with a big mushroom head, and it bent slightly
upward. Despite the shape of glans, the hard bone on the head was quite
small making his victims felt like their prostate was being punctured by
the snake.

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

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

Lucas Bouviers: 15" thick meaty anaconda. Frankish. Barely adult. He was a
pale skinny and tall man. He didn't have any muscle on him. He was a
brunette with green eyes. Despite being an adult, he still looked like a
teenager.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Timothy Andre: 6" cock with egg-sized balls. Frankish. Mid-thirties. He was
fair-skinned with auburn wavy short hair. His body was toned and tall. He
looked younger than his edge. He was the Commander of Paris City Watch. He
was a handsome man with a noble upbringing which made him cocky. He was
known to be a corrupt commander hated by the peasants and his underlings.

***

       As the days went by, and Patrick spent too much time with the
Moravian Prince, Louis was getting more and more antsy with each passing
day. His foul mood was plastered on his face as he answered the pleas from
the petitioners. It wasn't like he didn't get a single fuck during those
days, Patrick did fuck him silly every single night still. However, Patrick
spent most of the days with Martin instead of with Louis, a fact that
irritated Louis more than he thought. Not that they were bound by the hip
all the time before, well, except during their honeymoon, but still, Louis
just didn't like Martin.

       And of course, when he saw Louis sulking, Patrick always said they
wanted to make sure the first theatrical performance was amazing. The play
was about Louis after all.

       Louis believed him. But Louis didn't need a spy to know Patrick was
balls deep in Martin during all of those times they were writing the
script, and Martin also knew it annoyed Louis so much Patrick was balls
deep more in him than in Louis.

       Martin always had this annoying smirk whenever their eyes met in the
hallway or somewhere, and sometimes, he would exaggerate his limping or
even loudly fart his cum out as he passed Louis.

	Patrick also made Martin naked all the time everywhere, most of the
time with Patrick's fingers in him. Patrick reasoned that Martin would need
to remain naked for the man to be able to gain inspiration. Technically,
Martin was allowed to wear clothes at night, when he was no longer writing
a script. But at night, his loyal servants also wanted a go at Martin's
sloppy hole. They flirted with him and almost every single time, Martin
ended up naked on his bed being dicked down by his servants. He didn't
realize that his wife was no longer sleeping with him, let alone knew his
servants whore his wife around the slums.

       Louis did not doubt that Patrick knew he didn't like the attention
Patrick gave to Martin. Louis often caught Patrick smirking after Louis
tried to murder Martin with his stare. At times like those, Patrick would
pull out his fingers that just had been inside Martin's ass and feed them
to Louis.

       Once, Martin even dared to come into their bedroom in the morning,
saying he had gotten inspiration but it was stuck in his head, so he needed
a good pounding to loosen his head. More like loosening his ass. Of course,
Patrick happily obliged and told Louis to watch as he pounded the living
shit out of Martin on Louis's bed. Louis did try to get some action, but
Patrick's feet would be there to hold his face from coming closer, and
sometimes, Martin would also "accidentally" kick square him in the face
when Patrick wasn't looking. After they finished, Patrick kept his cock
inside Martin spooning the man, and ordered Louis to jack himself off until
he came. They went to sleep on Louis's bed, while Louis had to clean up to
open the throne room.

	One particular midday, Louis was so upset he decided to close the
throne room and stomped his way out, ignoring disapproval shouts from the
petitioners. Louis went to the bathhouse, and he was relaxing on a lounge
naked when a man suddenly appeared. He wasn't someone Louis recognize, but
he was a Leinster, which explained how he could get into his bathhouse.

	"How did you get in?" Louis said when the man sat on the floor
beside Louis's lounge chair.

	"Your guard tried to hold me off, so I told them to get eggplant
and carrot from the kitchen, fuck themselves with that in front of the cook
until they cum, gather the cum into a bowl, and have the cook make them a
soup with the veggies and the cum. I told them to eat it in front of the
cook cause I'm going to ask the cook if they've done what they're told." He
smirked, and his smirk only grew wider when he saw Louis's cock twitched.
He grabbed Louis's hardening cock, and said, "I knew you're going to like
that."

	Louis just chuckled and eased himself letting the guy work on his
cock.

	"Here, your ass muscle must be tired, now that Patrick's limp cock
doesn't massage it 24/7 anymore." The guy said suddenly working his fingers
inside Louis.

	Louis was surprised, but the guy did speak the truth. He spread his
legs wider so the man had better access into his hole.

	It wasn't long before the guy pushed on his bitch button and made
Louis moan as the fingers dance inside his ass while his other hand jacked
Louis's cock.

       When the guy's mouth caught Louis's mouth, Louis found himself
breathless. The stubbles were tickling his face, it was such a clear
comparison to Patrick's smooth face.

       Suddenly, the guy devoured Louis's cock straight into his throat,
Louis howled when his 7" cock was suddenly massaged by the guy's throat
muscle.

       The guy kept changing between bobbing his head down Louis's shaft
and deep throating Louis's cock, and Louis could only moan. As that tongue
lapped his entire length, Louis could feel his cum building up, ready to
burst.

       `I am cumming!" He said grabbing the guy's head as he cum inside the
guy's mouth.

       After the last spurt, the guy pulled him into a kiss which Louis
accepted. They exchange Louis's cum between them, and then Louis pulled the
guy by the cock, aiming its huge head at his hole.

       "We can do that later. Why don't we relax your muscles a little
bit." The guy said pulling away from Louis.

       Louis was disappointed, but the guy kissed him again. He suddenly
was lifted off the ground, still kissing the man. As the man carried him
like he weighed nothing, the huge cock head was teasing his entrance. After
a couple of steps, Louis found himself on his stomach on the massage table
where his father used to get his spank massage from Damien.

       "Your face looked like an ass this whole week, so I think a little
bit of massage will calm you down a little bit." Louis heard he say as the
guy's fingers expertly released the tension from his muscle. "Not that your
ass-face is any less pretty than this ass."

	Louis chuckled when the guy's attention turned to his ass and
clearly spent a lot more time massaging his asshole than anywhere else.

	"Who are you? And why are you doing this?" Louis finally asked.

	"What? You couldn't remember your second husband? I am hurt. Should
I sit on your face from morning to midnight again so you could remember me
and my taste?"

	Louis looked over his shoulder, "Cian?" he said after a while.

	"The one and only."

	"You look... different." Louis turned around and sat while facing
Cian.

	"Yeah? Do you like it?" Cian flexed his huge biceps in front of
Louis's face. He flexed harder when he saw Louis mesmerized by the veins in
his bicep.

	"Absolutely gorgeous."

	"Kiss it."

	Louis looked at Cian deep into his eyes. Slowly, his face inched
closer to the muscle, planting a kiss on there without even breaking eye
contact.

	"I did it for you. All of it." Cian suddenly lifted Louis's legs
closer to his face, "My muscles," He kissed Louis's feet, "my cock," he
kissed Louis's calf, "my balls," he kissed Louis's inner thighs. "my soul."
He kissed Louis's ballsack. "Fuck! My asshole is yours as well." He pressed
his nose up Louis's balls and said, "So fuck Patrick if he didn't fuck your
ass. You still have my cock and my fucking whole regiment cocks. You're the
emperor! Patrick ain't got no shit up your ass, you're the fucking emperor!
All you need to do is ask. No, all you need to do is give an order."

	Louis looked at Cian's eyes whose nose was still deep inside his
ballsack and face covered in Louis's now hard cock and leaking. The eyes
looked at him as if challenging him, waiting for an order. "Sniff."

	Cian closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, taking in the smell
of Louis's sweaty balls. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and pulled
back. His eyes bored into Louis's, "You didn't tell me to stop."

	At first, he didn't understand what Cian meant but looking at those
lustful determined eyes, somehow he understood. He said, "I didn't tell you
to stop." Louis smacked his cock on Cian's face.

	Cian dutifully went back to sniffing Louis's balls, this time,
without stopping, not even when Louis's suddenly said, "Lick my balls."

	That was when Louis realized Cian had quite a long tongue, maybe
that was why he was breathless when they kissed earlier. His tongue could
even reach his taint all the while the leader of Rutting Staf audibly
sniffed his ballsack. When he was rock hard, Louis pulled Cian away by the
hair, "Suck my cock."

	It was Cian's first time sucking cock, cocksucking was a bitch job
after all, but he wasn't an amateur. He began pecking Louis's head before
suckling on the head while rapidly licking the head and the underside,
making the cock leak even more precum. Although he needed some time to
adjust, it wasn't hard for the man to deepthroat Louis's 7" cock.

       No matter whether Louis was the dominant one or the submissive one,
he was moaning like a bitch.

	Cian grabbed Louis's hand and guided it to his head trying to have
him pull Cian by the hair. Louis pulled his hand back, and looked Cian in
the eyes, "I want to see you eat my fucking cock like your life depends on
it. If I don't like it, I am going to replace you and you can be your team
bitch-boy for the rest of your life."

	Cian's cock burst alive like it was about to explode when he saw
that newfound fire in Louis's eyes. "May I jack my cock, sire?"

	"Fucking beat your pathetic cock, you cuck."

	Cian didn't need to be told twice, he ate Louis's cock like he
hadn't eaten for months all the while beating his own wet cock.

	"That's what you are, right? A fucking pathetic cuck. You said
you're my second husband but we all know I never even considered you as
one. All of this muscle you build, this haircut, all to please me because
you know you can never beat Patrick. You can beat him in a fight with all
of those muscles, but what about fighting for me? You'll know he'll wipe
the floor with your face, and the floor would have his cum I shitted
straight from my cunt!"

	Cian was a soldier, and he always do what he was told. So when
Louis told him to suck as his life depended on it, he did just that. His
head moved up and down Louis's shaft so fast he didn't even stop to choke
or gag, though his spits did pour down Louis's legs. The more Louis
humiliated him, the faster he got. He got so horn up with the dirty talk he
stuffed his finger up Louis's ass without asking for permission.

	"Fuck me!" Louis said when the finger drove and crashed right on
his spot. "Fuck, you love that don't you? You just want to be with me,
right? It doesn't matter as a husband or my slave. Fuck! Right there! Fuck
me! Fuck I might just give you my fucking slave tattoo... or better yet,"
Louis made Cian look at him while his cock disappeared completely down
Cian's head, "I'll fucking mark you with Patrick's slave tattoo."

	Louis screamed on top of his head when Cian suddenly pulled away
and slammed his cock up Louis's chute rapidly. Both of their muscle tensing
and glistening from the sweat. Louis was folded in half as Cian drilled his
ass with his hard angry cock, he swore he could hear the massage table
crack.

       It was clear as well that Cian wasn't only focusing on getting
himself off as his hands were both on Louis's nipples, flicking them and
pinching them while his mouth ravished Louis's mouth.  Their eyes never
once lost eye contact, and Louis watched that lust-filled gaze bore into
his soul fucking his eyes like how the cock ravaged his ass. It wasn't long
before both of them filled the tension built in their cocks and released it
as they scream into each other mouths.

       Cian pulled his face away and slowed down, but Louis was having none
of that. He flipped their position so now Louis was the one on top of Cian
as he impaled himself on Cian's sensitive cock.

       "Wait, I need a minute."

       "You said Patrick had a limp dick right? But he can go on for
rounds, so don't you fucking dare getting soft." Louis said pinching Cian's
nipples. When the man moaned harder and his cock jolted up in his ass,
Louis knew he didn't need to stop. So he didn't and rode his new horse even
faster. Cian did eventually take control and railed Louis's ass, but once
he cummed, Louis still didn't stop. And the cycle repeated.

       When midnight approached, Cian's cock had been squirting piss for a
while instead of cum. His cock remained hard, especially when Louis
mentioned Patrick would still have a tank full of cum by now. Both of them
were red all over their body from exhaustion, but Louis still didn't want
to stop.

       "Get up, and call your soldiers here. All of them." He pulled Cian
up, then climbed up the massage table.

       "What about Patrick? He's probably in your room waiting."

       "Fuck him. If he wanted a fuck, told him to get that fucking bitch
Martin. Get out and get your men here!"

       Louis suddenly felt a flesh rubbing on his feet, "Okay. What about
my punishment, for not satisfying you enough?"

       That caught Louis off guard, but he did welcome the suggestion, "If
they ask for what, you're going to tell them your cock run out of cum and
piss right in front of them."

       "Right." Louis heard Cian say, "What about my punishment for fucking
you without permission?"

	Louis chuckled as he tugged his still hard aching cock, "You're
going to stand beside me, legs apart, and anyone who cums in me is allowed
to knee you on the balls."

	He heard Cian's grunt, and then he felt his feet wet with a few
last spurts of Cian's cum and piss. Then he felt pecks on both of his balls
before hearing the door open and close.

	A few moments later, he heard the door open followed by wolf
whistles and mocking laughter. Cian suddenly appeared in front of Louis,
hands behind his head, and his legs apart, giving a clear shot to his
low-hanging balls for everyone.

	One guy suddenly pulled Cian's balls from behind, calling him a
wimp for leaving the emperor famished, which made Cian grunt. The guy was
Cian's handsome bitch, Shawn.

	"Cum in him or hands off my balls, cunt. And don't even think you
are free after this."

	Shawn smirked as he kissed Cian's cheek, "I can't wait, it's been a
while since you're this turned on."

	When Shawn approached, he thought he would be fucked right there
and then, but instead, he was hauled, tied by the waist with a rope, and
hanged on one of the statues in the bathhouse. He watched as the men moved
closer to his defenseless body hanging like a lump of meat ready to be
butchered. His mouth and ass were butchered as they spit-roasted him until
morning.

       Later, Louis found out that since then, Cian gave Shawn new training
to strengthen Shawn's balls. Shawn would have a weight tied to his own
balls all the time, no matter where he was and what he was doing. Cian even
decreed that the weight won't come off even on the battlefield.

	That night, Patrick too followed what Louis suggested to him. he
fucked Martin in Louis's bedroom, and he made sure to make a mess, a huge
mess. That morning, Louis was summoned to his own room by Patrick, and his
pissed-off face didn't even change, especially not when he saw Martin lying
on his bed obliterated wearing his clothes and crown. Martin's cock was
"covered" with what Louis assumed Martin's loincloth, but it was drenched
in cum it didn't provide much coverage.

	Martin's face and mouth were covered with Louis's loincloths while
his thick legs and arms were tied to the head bedposts revealing his broken
dam for a hole flooding Louis's bed with cum and piss. There were clear
handprints on his body, but mostly his ass, and his pecs were covered in
hickeys.

	When Patrick saw Louis, he pulled Martin's cum drenched loincloth
and said as he approached Louis, "I heard you've been sulking because
you've been missing my cum so much. So here it is boy." Patrick pressed
Martin's loincloth on Louis's face hard.

	Patrick wasn't done, however.

	"And I've heard you also called me, selfish stud who only cares
about myself, you probably didn't say that, but that's the story I am
rolling with. So now, I am going to give you the luxury of smelling my cum
until midday. Martin there had been graciously storing my cum inside his
ass. You're fucking welcome, cunt." Patrick easily manhandled Louis into
laying on his back on the bed, and then put Martin's ass on his wet
loincloth-covered face.

	"I know you're jealous of Martin, but I want the play to be
perfect. And he got a tight hole, and I want to ruin it for everyone else
once I am done with him. I want him to feel like a used whore whenever he
gets fucked or takes a dump and I want him to know and tell anyone who asks
I am the one who ruins his hole."

	Martin's cock jerked when Patrick said that.

	Louis scoffed, "In your dream! I am not jealous of a mere prince!"
He said cockily which didn't inspire much confidence since he said it while
his face was buried under the said prince's ass and his face was also
covered with the said prince's cum and piss soaked loincloth.

	Martin let out a wet fart followed by a wave of cum running down
Louis's face right after Louis said that. Both Patrick and Martin laughed
at him.

       Before long, Louis heard Patrick leaving the room, and he could also
feel his face getting wetter and moister from the cum coming out of
Martin's ass. That fucking bitch Martin also occasionally swung his leg
right on Louis's ball hard, making him whimper, but faking it as
sleep-talking.

       That was how their dynamic going for a few days. Louis didn't stop
sulking, but he did find new fun in form of Cian, who was always ready
whenever he needed him, and the Rutting Stags. Louis occasionally dropped
by their training and did inspections. Sometimes it was an ass inspection,
sometimes it was cocks, and some other times, balls. He would call some of
the guys, slathered whatever he craved for with his tongue, and end the
inspection with their cum up his ass. He also banned them from ever taking
a bath, he even held a private competition for the smelliest man each
month. Cian would choose five contestants, and then, each of them would
carry Louis upside down and put Louis's head inside their trousers as they
ground Louis's head on their cock.

       Patrick also used Louis's jealousy as an opportunity to "teach"
Louis his place by humiliating Louis even more. Eating Patrick's cum
straight from Martin's ass every night was a common thing whenever Martin
was invited to their fucking, which happened more often. It also included
sleeping with Louis's head inside Martin's crotch covered by the unwashed
wet loincloth which Martin only put on for Louis to sleep in. Once Patrick
fucked Louis right in front of Martin while dunking Louis's head inside a
filled chamberpot. It was a usual thing for them, except that time, the
chamberpot was filled and refilled by Martin while Louis's head was still
inside. Patrick also had Louis's grandfather statue that had a fake small
cock, thanks to Charles, replaced with a real 8" replica made by Corentin a
long time ago. He also had Louis, Hugo, and Martin rode the cock until they
came thrice each. That was also when Patrick revealed he planned to find a
way to make a fuckable hole in a statue so he could add one to Charles II's
statue, Louis's father, as well as the first Emperor, Charles I, and
Charles I's father, Martel, the great commander who drove away the
Muhammadans. All that was left by then was to open the tomb to the public.
He did say he was also going to have Charles I's hole multifunction as a
toilet, desecrating his tomb even further.

       "I won't let that fucking slut rest in peace after what he did to
you. I'm fucking making him rest in piss." He laughed as he
unapologetically made a terrible pun. They did kiss tenderly after, and
that night, had one of their best fuck as well, just the two of them. Yet
the next day, Patrick continued his games with Martin to make Louis
jealous, and Louis went back sulking.

       Other than that, Louis opened the throne room as usual. On normal
days he would have petty matters like land border issues and stray sheep or
cows grazing on other farmers' land. He would solve them normally, with
fences. If the petitioners were annoying him, which happened more often the
past few days, Louis would embrace his creativity. He told the pesky
petitioners fighting over their land borders to brawl with each other. The
loser would not only lose the land, but he also had to serve the winner as
his wife, including cooking, cleaning, and fucking, and the winner had to
fuck the loser at least once a day.

       A similar case would also be true for an infidelity trial. The
husband and the adulterer would fight and if the husband wins, the husband
took the wife and could stuff anything up the adulterer's ass. The
adulterer was no longer allowed to wear pants and had to wear whatever was
stuffed inside his ass for a year. Some picked eggplant, carrot, and some
cruel ones picked chilies. If the husband picked a cock, the husband's cock
was the one that would be stuck in the adulterer's ass at least for a day,
and then the husband may choose someone else's cock to replace his in case
he didn't want to spend a year in the adulterer's ass. If he did want to
stick his cock up the adulterer's ass for a year, the adulterer would have
to quit his job and follow the husband where ever he went. Of course, it
would raise the question of sodomy, to which Louis replied, "They're not
committing sodomy. They're punishing each other with a sword. Only, this
sword is made of flesh instead of steel, and couldn't kill, yet could
deliver the same pain for the one it punishes and pleasure for the
punisher."

       If the adulterer won, however, he could choose to take the wife for
himself. Alternatively, he could choose to fill in for the husband
instead. Meaning that he would take care of fucking while the husband took
care of making money business. Louis reasoned, "We always blame the wife
when it comes to adultery, but what if it's the husband's fault? What if
the husband couldn't satisfy the wife? I know, sex is about procreation and
not pleasure, but good procreation would result in spiritual pleasure as
well. It's the husband's fault for not being able to fulfill his husband's
duty that the wife cheated. So the husband needs to be responsible if the
wife cheated." By that, Louis implied that the husband would have to be the
ultimate cuck and take care of the bull and his future bastards. The
husband, of course, didn't have to legitimize the bastard, but at the same
time, sometimes it wasn't clear which ones were the bastards.

       You'd think Louis's creative punishment would make people hide their
adultery, but it seemed more and more cases of infidelity were reported to
Louis's court each day. Most of them were not even reported by the husband,
but by the adulterers themselves. They used it as a way to remarry or as an
act of revenge. Some adulterers found the thought of bullying someone,
freeloading their house, and forcing him into raising their brats
appealing. Louis also found a business opportunity in this case since the
one snared by infidelity was not only commoners but also nobles who might
not have experience in fighting. So, for a good sum of gold, those nobles
were allowed to hire a champion to fight for them.

       In some cases for stray cows, which interest Louis the least, if the
petitioners dare to upset Louis, he'd have the owner of the cows be milked
and the owner of the land drink the cum straight from the cock. Let's just
say some of them never learned their lesson. Not that Louis ever learned
those farmers, who were the ones stocking Louis's palace with milk,
replaced some portion of the milk with their cum as well.

       The strangest case Louis had to take care of was when the commander
of the city watch, a hunk and handsome man in his thirties with auburn
hair, a toned body, and milky white skin, suddenly brought him an old
foreigner from the middle east, clearly a Muhammadan from his clothing,
claiming he was a thief, a robber, and a pirate. The old man himself said
he was a merchant bringing goods for the King of Brittany and he had a
permit to do so. The commander said the permit was fake and refused to give
Louis the permit. The report was clearly prejudiced, but instead of
exerting his authority toward the commander, however, Louis said he want to
see the good so he could judge the honesty of the merchant himself. The
merchant brought in a lot of herbs; most of them only grew in small numbers
in deserts. Those herbs were used for pleasure and medication, and when the
merchant asked to demonstrate, he specifically asked the commander to test
the drugs. Louis agreed, ignoring the commander's consent.

       The merchant rolled the strongest weed he ever produced and gave the
roll to the commander, which he took with a smug face. The handsome cocky
commander even showed the roll to the attending peasants before
dramatically smoking the joint. He thought he'd given it a whiff and blew
the smoke on the merchant's face, but instead, he tensed as he suddenly
overcame with pleasure and came in his pants.  His eyes rolled back and the
smoke come out of his nose without even he realized as he pissed cum inside
his trouser. Luckily, he didn't wear plate armor on his lower body, so
everyone could see his expensive trousers had an expanding wet spot. When
the wet spot was large enough, the merchant pulled down the commander's
trousers, showing the commander's 3" soft cock pumping cum out non-stop as
his egg-sized balls pulled so high it stuck on the side of his dick base
with a visible pumping motion.

       "This is to keep him hard," the merchant said as he stuffed one of
the commander's nostrils with a ball of crushed leaves, making the cock
shoot straight up revealing a 6" hard cock that did not stop cumming. "This
is to make him produce more cum, but it stings if you use it when you cum,
not that he can do anything about it." The merchant rubbed salved on the
commander's two huge balls, making the balls redden and his whole body
tensed even more. The cock did start hosing the floor with cum,
however. "And this one is for medication, but some sultan did love to use
it to play with their slaves." Or infidel prisoners. Especially the
nobles. Most definitely, an emperor of they could get their hands on
one. Of course, he didn't say that. He showed some kind of sandy rock and
then stuffed it up the commander's bubble ass.

       His muscle suddenly bulged, the veins looked like they were about to
pop, and his cock spewed even more cum. His solid posture suddenly buckled
and, for the first time, he produced an unintelligible sound before his ass
making an even louder fart followed by an explosion of shits that lasted
for a while.

       "Disgusting!" Louis said closing his nose, hoping nobody noticed his
growing bulge.

       "I am sorry, your highness! These drugs are used for medication and
pleasure by the sultans, I hope now you can believe me."

       "I do believe you, but for this insolence, I'll need to be
compensated with some of your drugs. A fifth of what you have would be
enough, consider it as a toll, in return, you'll have my permit that will
free you from toll into Brittany. If these drugs are as useful as it
sounds, you might be hearing more from me."

       "Thank you, my lord, you're so generous!" The merchant said while
cursing Louis in his heart. Of course, he didn't have a choice but to give
Louis his drugs, luckily, these dumb idiots wouldn't know if he gave them a
random drug. Better yet, maybe he should just mess with this infidel's
court.

       "Then it is settled. Guards! Carry the commander out, and somebody
fucking clean his shits!"

       The guards' quickly rushed in carrying the still shitting and
cumming commander. Before they disappeared, Louis saw the merchant give
money to the guards carrying the commander, but Louis's infinite wisdom
decided it was not his business to interfere. The peasants often complained
the commander was corrupt anyway.

       The next day, the commander was found blindfolded in the town square
near the crowded marketplace tied legs to shoulder, showing his ass stuffed
with a bunch of lit joints while a small pipe made of reed stuck inside his
cock slits, pumping cum straight into his gagged mouth, stuffed with a piss
wet loincloth. His nostril still had the crushed leave from before, but his
balls were covered in a smelly dark salve. If anyone attended Louis's court
the day before happened to be there, they would say his balls were
definitely bigger than the last time. Under the dark slave was a tattoo
written, "Glory to God" written in Arabic.

       It was a well-known practice by the Caliphate to tattoo that
sentence on their captured enemies' ballsack so they knew they had been
subjugated. The prisoners would then be paraded naked across town before
being released back to their own country, with the mark of defeat forever
embedded on their balls.

       Nobody helped the commander, not even his underlings. It was said
the merchant actually dropped the commander in front of the city watch
tower, but the underlings were the ones carrying him on the crowded square.

       After a few days, the drugs finally wore off. With much less
struggle, he was a strong man after all, he broke free from his bound,
tearing his blindfold to see a group of peasants, from children to adults,
laughing at him. He even saw painters with a canvas painting him. He tried
to capture the painters, but he was too weak from the drugs so they all
escaped. He gave his underlings an extreme training regime after that, but
they all knew it was nothing compared to his humiliation. When he was
reported to Louis again for misconduct, Louis knew exactly what to do. For
the commander's dedication to fighting crime, Louis ordered all of the
paintings of the commander's ordeal to be hung on the outer wall of the
city watch and in their reception hall. The painters happily gave their
paintings. There were 20 paintings in total, with one huge ass painting
revealing the Caliphate's bitch tattoo on the commander's ballsack hanged
just above the door to the city watch tower.

       Louis thought it would teach the commander a lesson, but he was
wrong. He heard even more rumors about the commander's misconduct, such as
he made it a law to gargle his ballsack during his inspection before making
the suspects make their case or using his cock to inspect the suspect's
wife's holes. He didn't say this, but somehow Louis felt admiration toward
the man.

       When the commander was summoned once more, he only said, "What can I
say, your highness, those stories about the mystics from the desert are
true. The tattoo does have magics, it can test whether someone is a good
guy or a bad guy. If you don't trust me, you can try it yourself. I am sure
you'll come out golden." It took Louis all conviction not to drop on his
knees and gargle the ballsack. Or so he thought it would be.

       "Do think I am so dumb that I believe in your lies? I don't believe
in magic."

       "Your highness, please trust me, whenever I drop my balls, good guys
will want to drop and gargle my ballsack. Well, bad guys will as well, but
my balls will know if they are bad. Look!"

       Not even a second after the commander drop his trousers, revealing
his huge balls with the Arabic tattoo written on them, Louis was already on
his knees licking one of the balls.

       "See, I told you! You'll gargle my balls in no time!" He said
stuffing one of the balls into Louis's mouth as he looked down with a smile
that told Louis he was bullshitting him while calling him a dumb cunt
without even saying a word.

       He switched Louis between balls while jerking his cock in front of
the peasants who started to believe the commander's bullshit.

       "I am cumming! I am cumming!" He announced leaving no imagination as
to what he was going to do. He was going to spray it on Louis's face but
when he saw Louis open his mouth, he went straight in and dump his load
inside Louis's gut.

       When he was done, he pulled away until only the head remained and
said, "I am going to cum again! I hope you remember my cum come out like a
piss." He made his case loudly before "cumming" again, this time on Louis's
tongue so he could taste it.

       Despite his good case, Louis had no doubt that the commander wasn't
cumming but actually pissing inside his mouth. There was no mistaking the
strong smell and the rancid taste, and yet Louis still was gulping down the
pee. Louis looked at the commander's eyes looking down at him believing he
had fooled Louis, if only he knew—who was Louis kidding? He was the one
gulping down the piss, not the commander. He was the dumb cunt, no
question.

       When he announced was done, he pulled out his cock, only to spray
Louis's face with his unmistaken golden shower. "Whoops, sorry. It was my
magical cum, sometimes they come in white, sometimes they come in
golden. See, I told you, you'll come out golden." He said as he wiped his
cock on Louis's golden hair. "You should let that dry on your face. If a
good person sees you, they'd see how bright your face is shining right now,
like an angel, your highness. I, no doubt, am seeing it right now. Well,
since you had gargled my ballsack, I am pretty sure you knew that the magic
is real and everyone here can see that you're a benevolent emperor, and you
knew my balls are doing God's work. If you don't mind, I'll continue
working for the better of the kingdom in your name." He said pulling up his
trousers, leaving Louis still on his knees with a wet face. When the next
petitioner came forward, he did say Louis's face was shining.

       He couldn't believe it himself when the next day he announced a new
law that allow the commander, Timothy Andre, to force people to gargle his
ballsack during his inspection. He thought Patrick would call him out on
how stupid his act was, but instead, he said the commander's balls must be
touched by an ancient fae and told stories about faeries that
night. Fortunately, most of those stories were lewd.

       It went without saying that Frankish kings loved their feast, so it
wasn't out of the ordinary when Louis arranged another feast within the
first few months. Although it wasn't a huge feast, all of the councilors
were present, even the Knight of the Rose himself who had just come home
after attacking a bandit's camp attended the feast. Hugo's group was also
there along with the rest of his family and Bartholomew. They were having a
lovely feast when Louis decided to use the little gift he rightfully
obtained from the Arab merchant. The dried leaves had been re-dried up
after the leaves were rinsed with a juiced-up piss straight from the
merchant's and his workers' cocks who were as high as a kite, to make sure
the Emperor got the product he deserved. The leaves were also crushed using
the finest and the sweatiest feet and asses on the merchant's ship before
the leaves were rinsed with piss and dried up all over again. It was rinse
and repiss until the merchant felt the leaves were nasty enough for the
heathen emperor. He also added a lot of aphrodisiacs, strong aphrodisiacs,
so those nasty infidels will get so horned up smelling their piss that they
fucked like monkeys. Of course, the merchant did remember his manners and
eastern hospitality so he prepared five special joints for the emperor
himself. It was five huge cigarettes that can be used a couple of
times. The leaves were added with special mixtures as well. The merchant
didn't tell Louis that the special mixtures were his and his crew members'
cum. The merchant also added another aphrodisiac, a stronger and
long-lasting one. If Louis's courtiers going to be horned up monkeys for a
night, he wanted Louis to hump every single hole in his palace by the end
of the month.

       The guards spent no time burning the drugs in the fireplace at the
dining hall right after all of the pregnant women, who were mostly married
courtiers and Isabella's ladies-in-waiting, were ushered to another room by
the Leinster before they banged them there. The only females left were the
unmarried maidens which were rare since when the Leinster came, most of the
maidens got married off one by one.

       The hall was slowly filled with smoked when a servant brought Louis
his special cigar case. He was about to bring one into his mouth when he
heard someone say,

       "Didn't the infidel scum say you need to smoke it with your ass?"
said Damien.

       "Yeah! C'mon your highness, don't be shy. There's nothing we haven't
seen already!" Mason chimed in.

       "Calm down guys! He isn't shy!" Patrick defended looking at Louis
assuring his bitch he got his back on the matter, but Louis looked away,
still sulking at Patrick. "He's beautiful! The most beautiful man I've ever
seen! And God loves beauty as much as He loves him! To deny his beauty is
to deny God! So why would he be shy of his beauty? He might not realize it
yet, but I know you all agree when I say, when we look at him, there's no
denying that he is the beauty himself."

       Louis only glanced at him, but instead of looking flustered and
blushing, he was rolling his eyes, making Patrick's eye twitch. All Patrick
could think after such disrespect was the way he would humiliate the
fucking emperor even more.

       "He said If I want it strong, use it up my ass. I want to see how
good it is if I smoke it with my mouth." Louis took a whiff, and at once,
his eyes rolled back as he suddenly stood up from his chair, convulsing as
a wet spot spread around his crotch.

       "Shit... It's that strong?" Patrick said as he took the cigar from
Louis and whiffed it himself. He also stood no chance against the
drug. That was when everyone realized how big Patrick's dick was as it made
an obscene bulge with a wet spot, so wet the cum began making its way
through the cloth. He was shitfaced faster than Louis was.

       "That's what you get giving a good drug to a bunch of pansies!"
Baptiste shouted and jumped onto the table full of food. To prove his
point, he dropped his pants and slapped his big muscular smooth ass making
everyone cheer for him. He took the joint out of Patrick's mouth and stuck
it right up his ass. He then spread his asscheeks with both hands so
everyone could see the cigar was deep in his ass.

       "Fuck yeah!" Everyone cheered as Baptiste slapped his ass again!

       "What was that, Your Highness? Do you want me to help you smoke?
Don't worry!" Baptiste said taking away the cigar, and hovering the end
that just had been inside his ass under Louis's nose, "Smell that? My ass
come to your rescue!" He shoved the cigar back into Louis's mouth making
him cummed again.

       "What was that? Do you want help as well? You big clown?" He said
hovering his ear comically to Patrick before sticking the cigar inside his
butt and doing the same thing he did to Louis Patrick. If Louis was still
standing, Patrick was out in the dump head on the table with his cock and
couldn't stop spewing cum. Baptiste kicked his foot like a dog trying to
cover his shit before kicking Patrick's face off the table.

       Everyone laughed at the show in front of them, clearly flying since
the first moment the weeds were burnt.

       Baptiste stuck the cigar back inside his butt and flexed in front of
his cheering audience. He turned around and was about to kick Louis as
well, but he suddenly stopped. He looked at Louis's face with a clear
longing in his eyes. "Fuck, you look just like Charles, but
prettier... Goddamn." He said before he squatted, not only exposing his
asshole in front of everyone but also forcing his tongue deep in Louis's
mouth.

       Those who sat near Baptiste tried to lean and get a whiff of the
cigar on Baptiste's ass.

       Once he was done kissing Louis, Baptiste shouted, "Fuck, you are a
real beauty! Percival! Jacques, you dumbshit! Give this man the kiss he
deserves!"

       Both of his sons quickly took their turn kissing Louis, thanks to
the weeds, they didn't have any problem kissing him. After they kissed him,
Baptiste passed Louis around to be kissed by every single one of his
courtiers.

       Slowly, but surely, nobody remembered what happened that night, or
so they said. In actuality, they did remember a lot in form of fractured
images. Such as the images of Baptiste lighting all of Louis's special
joints and putting them in his ass, having Louis and Patrick smoke from the
joints straight from his ass, and giving his sons a joint each on their
butt while stuck the rest of the joints inside his ass. Of course,
everybody remembered how Baptiste deflowered the rest of the virgin
courtiers on Louis's throne before throwing their bodies on the floor with
cunts flooded with his cum. Even after there was no virgin left, Baptiste
would find himself still horny and hungry for more cunts, so he would haul
one of the ruined girls and give her sloppy second, and later fifth.

       Of course, some people used that opportunity to give the girl their
fancy but didn't share the attraction some of their pent-up frustration and
farewell gift in form of cum. They didn't care about being sloppy second or
whatever.

       By the morning, Baptiste woke up on the throne, a lady on top of her
with leaking cum, and his ass still had three burning joints stuck inside
of it. He looked around, finding his sons were flat on their faces with
their asses sticking upholding the burning joints like candle holders, and
the rest of the ladies lying on the floor, all flooded with cum from all
holes, thinking his sons were the ones doing it. His sons didn't get much
action. Between the smoke coming from the fireplace and their father
suddenly feeding the joint to their ass, both Percival and Jacques fell
flat on the floor in the Dining hall. The only reason why they were in the
throne room was that their father carried the giant Percival and the much
smaller hunk, Jacques, on his shoulders and put them there. They haven't
moved an inch since.

       Baptiste quickly took the chance to pull out the joints from his
sons and stuck them in his ass as he walked with five lit joints that had
only burned away a little. He walked through a floor full of naked bodies
as he made his way to the cigarette box where Louis stored the joints, and
put the joint from his ass back inside the box after putting it out.

       The effect of the drug wasn't over, at least not for
Baptiste. Whereas his sons would find their crotch always full, as Percival
had an uncoverable obscene bulge everywhere he walked and Jacques had to
sneak to the whorehouse more often, Baptiste found himself in a much worse
situation than his sons. He would look at any hole and his cock would lurch
hungry for actions. By the time Hugo found him, he had banged a few gourds
planted in the Palace's garden. It wasn't hard for Hugo to convince
Baptiste to come to his brothel, and since then, Baptiste had become Hugo's
regular customer. It didn't help that one fateful night, his youngest son
"caught" him in the act, even though Jacques himself was almost shitting
himself thinking he was the one being caught. When his dad was the one who
tried to explain himself to Jacques, he quickly took advantage of the
situation and had his dad permit him to go to a brothel. Seeing the
opportunity, Hugo quickly made a new discount for dad-son customers to rent
the same whore.

       You see, Jacques and Baptiste didn't have the best
relationship. Baptiste always thought his youngest son was a failure simply
because his eldest son was better than Jacques in every aspect. But
spending time spit roasting or double penetrating a whore did improve the
relationship between the two. Not too much, like now his dad would slap
Jacques's thick ass playfully or grab his crotch while bragging about his
sexual prowess to other families as he did with Percival.

       But Baptiste wasn't the only one having fun that night. Everyone, in
fact, had a lot of fun, though they can only remember a little. Nobody
remembered how Sean and Connor carried unconscious Patrick away from the
Dining hall for example. Well, nobody except Patrick who vaguely remembered
being carried on a red horse. They brought Patrick into the latrine and
laid him on the floor with his head leaned over the toilet so Patrick could
clearly smell the nasty smell there.

       "Where are we, mighty horse?" He managed to say.

       "Mighty horse? Man those joints fucked his brain so bad. Oh well,
doesn't matter. You remember the rule didn't you?" He heard Sean say as the
man stripped himself out of his trouser.

       "The rule?"

       "Yeah, the rule," Sean said as he dropped his ass on top of
Patrick's face and ground his asscrack all over it. "We might be in
Francia, but the drunk rule still applied here, babe."

       In Patrick's mind, he was being offered a tasty peach which he bit
lightly only to find it a little hard to chew, so he nibbled and licked it
instead, "Yeah get in there!"

       No, the rule had nothing to do with Sean's ass. And rather than
rules, it was more of a game. A child game that they still did even after
they grew up. The game was to not pass out drunk on any occasion. If any of
them did, then they'll get creampies on their faces as many times as
possible, as long as they hadn't sober or fought back. And the game wasn't
exclusively theirs either. Any of them could invite anyone to add a layer
of cum to their face. Sean was usually the one who lost in this game and
woke up with his whole head matted in dried cum so he took his time to
enjoy whenever Patrick lost. Connor had never lost, not openly at least. If
Connor lost, Patrick usually would sneak Connor out before Sean noticed and
had a private creampie with him. They would usually add other games like a
scoring system; who could cum more than the other, but the cum only counts
when they cum on the skin.

       "Don't worry, babe. We won't fuck you. Unless you ask, of
course. Right, Connor?" Sean said and at that point, Connor appeared in his
vision, as a man with a crown on his head and his dick had jewelry hung on
the base of it. Patrick's cock visibly jumped at the thought of finally
being fucked by Connor. "Oh yeah, we know. You'd like that. But now it's
time for you to work." Sean lifted his ass and slapped Patrick's face with
his cock. He then pinched Patrick's nose to force him to open his mouth and
dunked his cock inside Patrick's mouth in one go just like what Patrick
loved to do to him. Patrick gagged, but Sean didn't care. He let Patrick
slobber his cock with slime as he violently gagged when Sean's cock moved
in his throat.

       "What did you usually say when I am the one passed our drunk?" Sean
pulled his cock out, leaving only the head remained inside Patrick's mouth
as he stared into Patrick's eye while giving his half-smirk, "Oh right,
this! Is! What! You! Get! For! Letting! Your! Guard! Down! Cunt!" with each
word he pushed Patrick's head down to the hilt making Patrick's spewed
saliva all over Sean's cock every time he pushed down before pulling it
back and repeated the process again. When he was done, Patrick's face was a
slick mess as his face was as red as his head looked at Sean breathless.

       "You know, I can be gentle. But I don't want to. Why would I? You
leave me starved for your cock and only fuck me whenever you feel like
it. And then, that fucking bitch Martin came and suddenly you're slobbering
all over his ass. You took a lot of bitch, and can't even handle a single
of them, and now one of them taking it upon himself to beat some sense into
you. It's your fault really, but you're lucky I am your best friend or I
would've ripped your ass open bitch. So, you can either accept your lesson
and open your mouth like a good student or make it hard on yourself, I
don't care." Sean pulled away his slick cock and let it hang above
Patrick's face waiting for an answer.

       Even in his drugged state, he did hear and admit there was some
truth in Sean's words, or maybe it was exactly because he was drugged he
believed in the words of a magical horse with a peach butt. So he opened
his mouth waiting.

       "I am going to piss in your mouth."

       Now even Connor was surprised, "What!? That isn't part of the game!"

       "It wasn't. But this game was made to make us closer to each
other. And I believe, we haven't talked much with each other, even before
the invasion. So, I changed the rule so we can finally be honest with each
other and be closer. And don't worry, I know Patrick will love this." He
said as he trailed his cock around Patrick's lips. "I saw you, you know. In
your cabin with those three freaks and the emperor drinking down that
chamberpot full of our foul piss."

       Sean looked Patrick in the eyes while slapping his cock on the face
which Patrick took imagining he was being massaged by the horse's tongue.

       "And you know what else I see Connor? The emperor kissed him and
forced him to drink the piss as well. But you and I know the emperor
wouldn't dare to do that without command and Patrick can easily overpower
him, but he didn't."

       Connor, who had already been naked, approached with his half-hard
cock with a curious expression, "Is that true, Patrick?"

       Patrick looked at his friends while smiling, but he wasn't really
looking. His mind replayed the image of Louis and him drinking the foul
piss together. He was smiling like an idiot as he mumbled, "Piss?" He
giggled, "Taste good... Want some more of Daddy's piss."

       "I can't believe you didn't tell us you like to drink piss?
Seriously, what are you afraid of? I take your cock already! I am not going
to ruin our friendship. If anything you thought me, Patrick, I can be
myself and still have you as my best friend! Of course, you'll have to be
our chamberpot from now. After all, we're going to let you drink our piss
anytime you want, it's only fair we got to use you whenever we want. See, I
am even more generous than you! You can't even fuck me when I want to!"
Sean said slapping Patrick again with his cock.

       Patrick leaned in accepting the slap, "Yes, bless me mighty
stallion. Please give me some muscles! I want to beat Cian's ass for trying
to steal my husband! Teach me how to treat my bitches!"

       "Don't worry, bitch, I got your blessing right here! Straight from
the tap!"

       Connor quickly snugged himself beside Sean as well, and their cocks
hung side by side in front of Patrick's open mouth. The first spray didn't
really make it into Patrick's mouth. As they tried to aim for Patrick's
mouth, they sprayed Patrick's face, hair, and attire as well before making
it into the mouth. Patrick let it fill his mouth and leaked into his attire
before drinking it, letting streams hit his face again. He then pulled both
of their cock into his mouth and let them pissed there as he drank it. It
spilled everywhere, but Patrick didn't really care. Once the stream died
down, both Connor and Sean didn't pull out. Instead, they began slowly and
steadily pulling and pushing into Patrick's mouth. They even joked around
by trying to make Patrick's face look ridiculous with their cocks inside,
like making Patrick's face look like a squirrel, making their cocks look
like his fangs, etc. Patrick who had lost all of his energy let his friends
toy around with his head, doing whatever they want. When they changed the
game into who can make Patrick gagged the loudest, that was when they truly
began fucking Patrick's throat. Sean won the game, so he got to feed
Patrick his cum, while Connor coated Patrick's face with his cum, but gave
his point to Sean. Then they compete on who could make Patrick slobber the
most, and Connor won.  They held a few more games and Sean got to feed
Patrick more than Connor. Then Sean squatted over Patrick's head and began
truly skullfucking Patrick's sloppy face without any mercy. He went over
the edge and added a new layer of cum on Patrick's face when he suddenly
felt Connor press his finger on his asshole.

       Everyone wanted to be fucked by Connor's magic dick, and that
included Sean and Patrick. Sean knew Patrick wouldn't want to admit it, for
a good reason. They knew once they tasted the magic dick, there would be a
second time and a third time, and times after that. So they didn't
dare. They even made a rule for it, Connor couldn't fuck any of them under
any circumstances unless they asked for it.

       But Sean had tasted Patrick's cock, and he too wanted to taste the
magic that the skinny Connor has. Things hadn't changed with Patrick, and
he was still Patrick's best friend. He didn't know if this time things
would change between him and Connor, but he didn't care. Sean bent over
Patrick's head pressing the face with his hard cock that hadn't gone down,
spreading his asscheeks for Connor. "Fuck me, Connor."

       "But, the rule..."

       "Just fuck me, Connor!"

       Connor didn't need to be told twice, he spat on his cock and Sean's
hungry asshole. He teased it with his cock, "You sure Sean? There'll be no
going back. I had a fertile seed and once you bloated up with my baby, I
won't be responsible even if you're my best friend. You're going to take
care of my brat, Sean. Is that what you want?"

       Sean knew Connor wasn't really asking. If he had begun his daddy
talks, that meant he was going in no matter what. So Sean bent his ass,
even more, pressing his hard cock onto Patrick, as he said, "Don't worry,
if you knock me up, I'll just get married, Ah!"

       Connor pulled Sean by the hair as he whispered while slowly pushing
himself inside Sean, "Yeah? You're going to say the baby is his? You're
bad, Sean."

       "Nah. Everyone will know it's your baby. In fact, I want you to be
my best man, and the wedding knot will be made out of your pubes instead of
his. And for the ceremony fuck, I'll fuck you instead."

       By the time Sean finished his sentence, Connor was already fully
inside him. Connor pressed himself onto Sean, trying to get every inch of
him inside Sean, while knowingly pressing Sean's cock harder on
Patrick. After wiggling his hips for a while, eliciting moans from Sean,
Connor began pounding Sean slowly as he picked up the pace.

       "Is that what you want me to be Sean? Your best friend and baby
maker?"

       "Yes! Fuck yeah!"

       "But best friends cannot fuck each other Sean, remember? You and
Patrick made that rule."

       "Fuck the fucking rule! You can make the rule pregnant for all I
care! And Patrick is a bitch. He wanted your cock as much as I am!"

       "So, what you're saying I can fuck you whenever I want? Knock you up
whenever I want?"

       "Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Faster!"

       Conner turned Sean around, so his bent cock was literally skewering
Sean's inside. He sat Sean on Patrick's face with his nose right beside
Connor's cock, getting slapped with balls, without stopping pounding
Sean. "It's only fair, right? You can ask me for a baby whenever you want,
so, of course, I am allowed to put my baby inside you whenever I want." He
said as he made sure his cock gave its magic touch on Sean's prostate,
making him howl as he saw stars.

       "Fuck! How can I marry anyone else after this!? Marry me, Connor!
I'll be your hundredth wife or bitch, I don't care!"

       "But I don't want to marry you, Sean... I have Rory. But don't
worry, you can always marry them for image, you know, and I'll keep fucking
you on the side. Or don't get married, and I'll still knock you up no
worries. I am your best friend after all."

       "Please! Connor! Fuck! I love you! You're the best! Just fucking
destroy my boipussy!" Sean said no longer coherent as Connor drilled his
ass.

       Sean was his best friend, so if he asked for his boipussy to be
destroyed, that was exactly what Conner did. But he didn't forget his other
best friend. Conner lifted Sean a little bit above Patrick's head, so now,
whenever Connor pulled or pushed, his balls and dick would graze along
Patrick's face as well, leaving trails of pubes from Connor's hairy
balls. Connor might be smooth all over and was very insecure about it, but
he did have a wild bush all over his cock and balls which restored his ego.

       As Conner jackhammered Sean's ass, his cock was getting more lube
from their cum on Patrick's face. The cum also formed foam around Sean's
raw hole, Connor's dick, and on Patrick's face. The foam which Patrick
happily lapped, thinking it was divine ambrosia given to him by an ancient
fae as a gift for conquering all of Western Europe. The ambrosia tastes
like cums, and piss, and Baptiste's ass, but he still lapped it hungrily
nonetheless. He sucked lightly on Connor's bite-size balls, chewed lightly
on the skins, and lapped the frosted shaft eagerly, sending Conner over the
edge and making him move faster than a rabbit.

       Sean's joy button could only take so much beating from Connor's
magical cock before he erupted like a fucking volcano coating his red bush
with cum, squeezing Connor's cock in the process. Connor too cummed bucket
inside Sean. But unlike Sean's selfish ass, Connor pulled his cock out and
generously fed a large amount of cum into his other best friend, Patrick's
hungry mouth. He emptied the last spurt of his cum on Patrick's tongue and
let the man suckle on his cock, when suddenly Patrick's face was poured
with white goo.

       "That's so much cum, but I still have more score than you," Sean
said as he emptied himself on Patrick.

       "What if you give me all of your scores, and I'll fuck you again?"

       "Deal!"

       Connor was just back inside Sean's ass when somebody shouted from
outside of the latrine.

       "How long do we have to wait, suckers?" Cian shouted.

       "Just come in!" Sean shouted.

       "Well, well what do we have here." Shawn whistled at Sean as he
entered the room with the rest of the Leinsters, most of them had their
cock slimy from the ass and pussy juices of Isabella's pregnant
handmaidens.

       "Just friends helping each other Shawn, and trust me I can still
kick your ass," Sean said firmly which Shawn replied by spanking Sean and
laughing loudly.

       Shawn also bumped his fist with Connor, and then looked at Patrick,
face coated in frothing cum, still smiling while licking the cum around his
lips. "You sure we can't have a go at his pussy? Maybe he'll wake up and
ask for more," He said slapping his cock onto his hand.

       "Or maybe he'll wake up and flayed us alive. We're nothing he can't
replace Shawn. I don't want to take chances."

       "Piss," Shawn said but ultimately did nothing. He wanted to jump on
Patrick, but he knew better than to upset his stud who just made his way
into the latrine.

       Cian arrived naked, his cock was hard and ready for the moment he
was waiting for. It wasn't his first rodeo, Patrick had lost the game a
couple of times now, but it was not nearly often enough. When he arrived,
he stood in front of Patrick, thinking of how he wanted to do Patrick.

       However, Patrick beat him to it. When he saw Cian's bulbous cock
head, he suddenly smiled and pounced on Cian, "Mushroom!" He said as he
suckled on the big cock-head.

       Cian was taken aback, but he quickly stood still and patted Patrick
on the head saying, "You like my mushroom, boy?"

       "Ye—" He was about to say, but Cian quickly stuffed his cock back
into Patrick's mouth.

       "Don't answer, just suck on the head if you want to say yes, and we
know you'll only going to say yes anyway," Cian said making the people
behind him laughed. Patrick did suckle harder making Cian's smile even
wider. "If you love it so much, why don't I help you fuck your brains out!"

       What followed after was a rough skullfucking Patrick ever gotten. It
wasn't Cian's first time skullfucking him, remember, but this time was
different. What happened with Louis prior and what he said really etched in
Cian's mind and it made him... strangely aroused. He wanted to worship the
ground Louis walked on, but that also entailed worshiping Patrick's
disgusting feet, and yet, he didn't mind the thought. It made him feel
uncomfortable and extremely aroused at the same time, and he channeled
those feelings into making Patrick violently choke on his cock as he
smashed the head on his cock furiously. Then he cummed on Patrick's face
which had Cian's pubes stuck on the cum-foam on his face along with Connor
and Sean's, and then he made him clean his cock sucking the last remnant of
the cums which he did dutifully. Then he pulled Patrick by the hair and
made him kneel on four, and within seconds, a new guy came and rutted
Patrick's mouth.

       Cian walked behind Patrick's and grabbed the muscular medium-sized
globes and spread them open, showing a tight virgin hole winking at him as
if challenging him to reap its cherry.

       "Cian, you ass! Piss off from his ass or I'll kick your ass! You
have agreed ass is off limits!" Sean shouted while Connor kept railing his
ass, but Connor did turn his ass to look at Cian with stinking eyes as
well.

       "Shut up, cunt! I am not going to take his cherry. Where is the
fucking fun bitch! He's going to beg for me to take his cherry if he wanted
me to fuck him. I am just going to give him a little bit of reward." For
what exactly? Cian didn't know, luckily nobody ask. But if Louis was to ask
him, he'd answer he felt obligated to satisfy Patrick. He was Louis's first
husband after all. He lifted Patrick's body and laid himself under Patrick
so now his face was inches away from the ass.

       Cian dove on Patrick's ass, without intending to pierce the tight
hole. He talked big, but somehow he felt that if his tongue take Patrick's
cherry, Louis would be upset at him. He lapped the outer ring like a hungry
dog, sometimes kissing the asslips as it puckered up meeting his lips while
jerking Patrick's cock. When nobody was looking, his tongue traveled far
below to lap on the balls and if he was daring enough, he would suck it for
a second.

       Cian usually would use the opportunity to cum numerous times on
Patrick's face when Patrick lost the game. Although he did cum a lot this
time, nobody noticed that he only did so when Patrick decided to suck on
Cian's cock. And even then, he didn't try to cum on Patrick's face like he
usually did. He didn't even mock Patrick when he drank all of his cum, and
when the other asked if Patrick drank his cum, Cian said no. The more he
licked and kissed Patrick's ass, the more he felt like he belonged
there. Not as Patrick's asslicker, but as Louis's dutiful second
husband. Kissing Patrick's ass meant kissing Louis's ass, after all, and
Cian loved Louis's ass.

       But that didn't mean he would bend over and spread his cheeks to
Patrick.

       When Patrick woke up the next day, his neck was so sore and he
couldn't even open his eyes. In fact, his face felt so tight he almost
couldn't move a muscle. He touched his head and when he felt the sticky
almost dried substance on his face, he knew what happened, sort of. He
groaned, and his mouth produce not only a raspy voice from his exhausted
throat but also bubbles made of the cum gathered on his face.

       "Need help there pal? I had a belly full of piss, perfect for your
cummy face." He heard Cian's voice and footsteps between his ears; he could
feel him squatting on his face. He couldn't even retort back.

       "I mean you can't look, but I am sure you can find the basin
yourself, but I won't help you if you stumbled on somebody. At the very
least, in here, there are only you and me. Stick your finger in your nose
if you want my help. So what is it?"

       When Patrick stayed silent, Cian continued, "I haven't got all day
pal. Stick your finger in your nose, now!"

       Patrick groaned again, but he did stick his finger into his nose,
bringing some of the cum outside his nose inside as he inhaled the smell
deep.

       "Good boy!"

       Patrick felt a strong smelly stream of water hit his eyes rinsing
them, and then his nose, then his mouth. Patrick's face wasn't clean at all
by the time the stream died, but at the very least, his eyelids weren't as
heavy.

       "Don't open your eyes yet, cunt! Do you think I did that for free?
Clean my fucking cock."

       Usually, Patrick would refuse, but maybe because he just wanted to
get everything over with or he still felt the effect of the drug, he opened
his mouth welcoming Cian's cock.

       Cian let a spurt of piss inside expecting Patrick to throw a tantrum
after, but when he didn't and noticed Patrick's throat gulping, he quickly
said, "Open your eyes, cunt!"

       When Patrick opened his eyes, he saw Cian's smirking face. That he
expected. What he didn't expect was the entire Leinster regiment surrounded
him standing while looking down at his face, cock still in his mouth and
his own finger still stuck inside his nose, with a similar smirk plastered
on their face.

       Of course, Cian was lying.

       He threw Cian away, stood up, and pushed his way through the
laughing crowd.

       Patrick was barely the only one having a party with the drugs. Even
the courtiers who only got access to the weaker drug were having their own
time. Damien, Mason, and a lot of other courtiers were lining up to squat
bare-assed in front of the drug-filled fireplace. If the joint worked
better through the ass, maybe the same principle also applied with the
burned drugs. But even those who didn't line up around the fireplace could
feel the effect of the drugs. The crowd became rowdier as the night went
on. Some played with their food, some played without their clothes. They
humped each other, kissed each other, and sucked each other cock. Some
others, like Jamie, found themselves losing arm-wrestling matches and had
to motorboat the winner's asses. In the case of Jamie, however, the winner
took extra time to really ground his face into their ass as a payback for
the humiliation of cucking them.

       "Yeah, Jamie! Next time you want a kiss, just come to me and I'll
let you kiss my fucking shithole."

       "I am flattered you care more about me than your wife's sagging cunt
getting rusty."

       Jamie's sight suddenly turned black as someone covered his eyes with
a blindfold. "Well, Jamie. Since you know our wives so much, why don't we
play a game to see how well you know us, the husbands? It's called blind
man's cocks, you need to catch someone while blindfolded, suck their cock,
and then you have to guess whose cock is it."

       "Yeah? You think I'll lose!? Your wives told me all about your small
clits. Fucking game on! You better not let me catch your cock—"

       Jamie didn't need to catch the cock, the cucks drove their cocks
inside Jamie's mouth willingly and then pound the most handsome man, second
only to the emperor, who had been cucking them in the mouth with their
cocks. When the first cock was done and the second was coming, they pulled
the blindfold open. Jamie looked at them looking down at him smirking and
laughing; dropping the pretense of playing a game, they let Jamie and
everyone watching knew they were feeding Jamie their cocks. They made sure
every inch of their cock sunk into Jamie's mouth that had been openly
insulting them for being cucks. His head was rudely passed around and
within seconds, many cocks had been coated in his throat slime. They only
gave him a short time to breathe before slamming his head back into their
crotch, choking him, and slapping his face.

       "I want to see what my wife's been getting from this guy."

       Jamie could feel his trousers pulled down and his loincloth ripped
away.

       "Fucking no way!" the guy who pantsed him said, and then Jamie felt
his body turned around to lay on his back on the ground and his legs were
pulled apart so everyone could see his 2" small cock sticking out above
tiny-sized balls.

       "No wonder he hasn't married! He's a fucking boy!" Everyone laughed.

       Jamie's face was red. He usually wasn't ashamed or insecure about
his size, but the more he heard these men laugh at his cock and the more he
looked at their mocking gaze, the fucking cucks, the more he felt ashamed,
embarrassed, and unworthy like he was truly a child amongst the
adults. Strangely enough, his cock stayed rock-hard and it even produced a
lot of precum. "Shut up, you blind cucks! Can't you see my thick bush
there!"

       "Of course! In fact, it's the only thing we can see!" Everyone
laughed again.

       "Seriously, why the fuck our wives choose your fucking clit over our
grown-man cocks!? Unless our wives are a bunch of carpet-muncher. In that
case, I don't mind it, in fact, I'll let them eat each other while I watch
and gave them a real taste of a man's cock!"

       Jamie rolled his eyes, "Maybe if you spent less time talking and
actually doing it, they'll stick with you. Besides, unlike you cucks, I
know how to please women and take care of them so fucking well they forgot
what lousy husbands you are. You all should be thanking me!"

       The husbands looked at each other, smirking, and somehow, it sent
shivers down Jamie's spine. A man pushed Jamie's legs to Jamie's shoulder
so his hole was open for everyone to see, "You know what, you're
right. You've been such a good man for our wives, I think we need to repay
you. We'll help you become a man the way the Greeks help their boy become a
man." All of them could see the hole winking excitedly.

       "Wait! Let's talk about it!"

       "Is it when you beg me not to fuck you and I am going to fuck you
anyway?"

       "I am sorry! I am so sorry!" Jamie said while his hands reached up
to his ass and pulled it apart. Everyone saw the hungry tight hole open
itself when Jamie said, "But I don't think you can turn me into a man. Your
wife told me what a horrible lay you are whenever she slept with me."

       The cucks slapped the shoulder of the man holding Jamie while
laughing hard. Jamie could see the man's eye twitching, and it made his own
hole winking.

       The man spat on Jamie's hole and his own cock, and drove his cock
home as the other cucks cheered him. He speared Jamie's ass like he was
trying to push his cock out of Jamie's mouth. He slammed so hard Jamie's
ass was red like it was being spanked. And yet, after such displays of
hostility, when their eyes met, the man couldn't resist kissing Jamie's
tender lips, resigning himself to be the first of Jamie's husband harem.

       Jamie wasn't the only one being fucked in the open as
well. Charlotte found herself naked in the stable while she was fucked by
the stablemaster, Pierre. Pierre had a finely toned muscular body and
well-defined pecs. His hair was short, a bit overgrown. He had a shaved
beard that also had grown into long stubbles, and clearly, he didn't worry
too much about grooming, which went well with his ruggish look. He was
still fucking Charlotte's sloppy cunt with his 5" bottle-thick cock while
William was getting dressed behind him. They double-penetrated Charlotte
all night, Pierre had no qualm sharing his bitches with his friends in need
or just horny friends, really. Under Charlotte, with his face plastered and
coated by cum from Charlotte's ruined ass, was fully-clothed Basile. Pierre
didn't care that whenever he slammed into Charlotte, she'd shit cum on
Basile's face. He hated the guy. No, not because he couldn't marry
Charlotte because of him, Pierre always thought their relationship was a
casual hook-up anyway. The guy was just awful. Basile always called Pierre
an old fuck. Basile treated people around him like trash. When he was done
with her, he cleaned his cock on Basile's shirt, turned Charlotte around,
and fed the passed-out Basile Charlotte's cummy cunt. She always complained
about her husband hated eating her out, so now Pierre helped her out.

       On the outskirt of the palace, in the blacksmith's cottage, Lancelot
was frantically trying to find his clothes while Adam just sat on his bed
looking at the famous knight prancing around the house. He admired how even
after sex and awkwardly running around, Lancelot still was looking as good
as ever. Adam watched especially Lancelot's fuzzy phat ass jiggled as he
run around the room.

       "Don't you have to, I don't know, where something before your dad
came?" The knight finally acknowledged Adam while he wore his clothes.

       "Oh, I thought you liked seeing me like this," Adam said pulling
both of his legs to his shoulders, and he showed Lancelot the cum running
out of his hole.

       Lancelot did spend a full minute at the sight, and then he turned to
look at Adam's locked cock, and looked at Adam's young and naughty face. He
didn't remember how he ended up there, to be honest, and it was also the
two-goodie shoes' first time woke up in someone else's bed. Rory was right,
he didn't have a lot of experience. Or to be precise, he had no experience
in this sort of thing.

       He awkwardly looked away, and then looked back at Adam's hole, then
hurriedly wearing all of his clothes. When he was done, he pulled a huge
cloth he found laying around and covered Adam with it. He walked to the
door and stopped mid-way, and then turned around seemingly wanting to say
something but decided not to. He went outside, but seconds later popped
back in saying, "I'll... see you around."

       And then he was gone. Leaving Adam laughing at how adorable the
famous confident Knight of the Rose was. Truthfully, even Adam didn't know
what happened. The night before the knight suddenly stumbled on his
doorsteps seemingly drunk. His father wasn't around since he also attended
the feast. He asked whether or not Lancelot was okay, but the knight
suddenly kissed him. Of course, he returned the kiss, he wasn't crazy. His
father might own him, but he was still a teenager and he did have a crush
on the charming knight, who doesn't? He let the knight kiss him, enjoying
the stubbles grazing his smoother jaw. He had soft stubbles covering his
jaw, but it never made him look unkempt. Instead, it accentuated his
manliness and his handsome face. Lancelot's rough stubble was such a
contrast with his gentle and soft lips. His breath, even with a hint of
drugs and alcohol, smelled like roses. Adam pulled the knight inside the
house, and in return, the knight made him see stars with his 7" cock.

       Lancelot also wasn't the only one waking with unexpected company,
but Pepin certainly wasn't as frantic as Lancelot. It wasn't his first
rodeo with men after all. A little bit out of practice, maybe, but
definitely not inexperienced. He was sitting on the bed already wearing his
trousers when Bartholomew leaned his head on Pepin's shoulder. Pepin could
feel Bartholomew's hand traveling from his back down to his waist and into
his trousers.

       "I am trying to wear my clothes here," Pepin said but did not
attempt to stop Bartholomew's fingers that had entered his surprisingly
tight drenched hole.

       Bartholomew swore he already destroyed that hole last night; Pepin
even moaned louder than Catalina when he fucked her. He didn't expect to
fuck Pepin at all. He wasn't his type, but the drugs did make him look
twenty years younger than usual, and the lewd face Pepin made as he slammed
his cock home, how could he not fuck the man?

       "What's the hurry?"

       "I told you not to cum in me, and you did anyway. Now I have to rush
home and shit out your disgusting cum."

       "Why don't you just shit it at the chamberpot, right there? Do you
think you could make it? The boys I usually fucked don't last that long and
shit my cums out on the way. Even if you can hold it that long, don't you
think the pain will hurt like a bitch?"

       Pepin looked at the chamberpot and then looked back at Bartholomew.

       "What? Are you seriously getting shy? I just fucked the shit out of
you."

       Pepin let out an exasperated sigh, "Lower your voice, idiot. Point
taken. But I don't care, look away!"

       When Bartholomew pulled away from Pepin and turned himself away
while Pepin made his way to the chamberpot.

       Pepin dropped his trousers, revealing his perky butt and 6" cut
white cock, and squatted facing Bartholomew. He acted tough, but now he
actually had to shit out the cum, he felt his cheeks blush. He closed his
eyes as he let out the cum.

       "How much should I pay for you to allow me to have this painted?"

       Pepin's eyes shot open glaring at Bartholomew who had turned his
back and now watching him shitting the cum. "In your fucking dream. Turn
away!"

       "C'mon Pepin! Relax! Don't be so uptight!" Bartholomew instead
approached Pepin. "At the very least, you should've told me you're a good
cocksucker. I'll let you suck my cock even if you're not my type. Well, now
that I've tapped that ass, I don't mind tapping it again." He said while
putting his cock on top of Pepin's head.

       "This won't happen again, and take your cock off me!"

       "You sure?" Bartholomew wiggled his hips making his balls dangle
right in front of Pepin like two pendulums.

       Pepin watched those balls in hunger, but he knew he need to control
himself. So that was what he did. He stood up, pulled up his trousers, and
said, "I am sure."

       And then walked away.

       In the other room, Louis found himself laying beside a man naked
with the man's cock deep inside him, which wasn't out of the ordinary. What
was out of the ordinary was Louis's lean and toned body lying on top of
Stephanus's, the Archbishop, huge belly.

       He looked at Stephanus's old wrinkly face and then the old man
suddenly woke as well. They stared at each other for a while, and then
Stephanus glanced down at Louis's naked body. He moved his hip, moving the
cock inside Louis as well, which elicited moans out of both of them.

       "My lord, what happened? Why are you naked?" He said slowly grinding
his cock in and out of Louis while his hands pinched both of Louis's
nipples.

       "Ah... I don't know... I don't remember... I only remembered taking
the joint." Louis said while grinding his ass back.

       "That must be it, my lord. The drugs from the heathen must be made
with evil magic. You should've listened to the holy book and do not do
drugs."

       "Ah... What should I do then... right there! What should I do your
holiness?"

       "You should repent my lord. I'll help you repent!" Stephanus said as
he pushed his cock upwards, impaled to the hilt into Louis, lifting Louis
off the bed. Louis was amazed how the old Stephanus hadn't broken his back
exerting himself like that.

       "Ah... Please help me!"

       "I will! I know your father never discipline you for your mistake to
the lord, so now I am going to discipline you the way your father won't. I
am going to beat the shit out of your ass with my meat sword. Don't worry,
it'll only hurt a little, but effective."

       Which was a lie, but since Stephanus began moving in and out of his
ass, Louis didn't complain.

       "Now beg for the Lord's forgiveness, and pray He forgive you!"
Stephanus said as he slammed hard into Louis's joy button.

       "Oh, God! Please Forgive me! My God! Right There! Oh, Lord! Yeah!"

       "Yes! Repent! You had shamed the Lord's name and now you shall be
punished by my holy Excalibur!"

       Louis didn't know the old man could be that good. Stephanus didn't
only always hitting his bitch spot which made Louis crazy, he also used one
of his hands to expertly pinch and pull one of his nipples, while the other
hand jerked his cock. On top of that, his mouth also constantly bit his
neck and ears.

       "Yes! Fuck yes! I am sorry! Sorry!"

       "Repent your highness! Keep asking for the Lord's forgiveness. Once
He forgives you, you'll feel warmth spreading from inside you." Stephanus's
pounds increased in speed within each trust, and so did Louis's moans
increased in volume.

       Suddenly, Stephanus turned them around so that Louis was under
him. He pushed Louis's head into the bed so his moans were muffled, and
then he began jackhammering the emperor.

       "Repent! Repent! I'll beat you with my meat sword until your ass is
so red and your hole is swollen! Fucking repent!" He said while spanking
Louis.

       Between the rough pounding and his dick grinding the bed, he
couldn't hold his cum for long and let out a blast. If his head was pulled,
then Stephanus could see Louis's eyes rolled to the back. It also made his
ass muscle squeeze Stephanus's cock hard which made the old man come soon
after.

       He laid his fat body on top of Louis's and kissed Louis's back
without stopping slowly grinding his cock inside Louis. "Do you feel that
your highness? Lord's forgiveness spreading inside you?"

       Louis could only mumble.

       They laid like that for a while, and then Stephanus suddenly said,
"I think we need to try that again just to make sure the Lord forgives
you."

       Louis was surprised and tried to look back, but before he could do
that, Stephanus pushed his head back on the bed and railed him again like a
rabbit while his hands spanked Louis's ass like there was no tomorrow. When
Stephanus was tired, he turned them around and let Louis ride his cock
instead.

       They were already dressed when Stephanus walked out of the room very
fresh with Louis following behind him still looking flustered. He was a
little bit taken back seeing Patrick in front of them looking at him
confused.

       "What are you doing in his highness's room? And why are you both
sweaty?" Patrick asked.

       "Whatever it is, it's none of your business. You're only his
highness's companion with no title whatsoever. He nor I have to report
anything to you." He quickly replied, looked at the guards guarding Louis's
chamber, and then turned to Louis to excuse himself.

       Patrick scoffed looking at the old fart walking cheerfully like he
was about to tip-toed at any second. He then looked at Louis, "So when are
you going to tell me you bagged that old fart?" He didn't sound too happy,
which was weird for Louis since he usually didn't mind this much when Louis
fucked with Cian.

       Louis sighed, "Tonight. You only have time for me tonight anyway."
He said as he made his way to the throne room. He was already late.

       When Louis passed him, Patrick seized Louis by the arm and pinned
him to the wall in front of his room, not too hard but firm enough. The
guards were torn about whether to pull Patrick away or not, but they
decided not to unless Patrick got rough.

       "Have you forgotten who owns this ass?" Patrick said as he reached
under Louis's legs for the trousers-covered hole and roughly pushed his
finger in. When he felt wetness spread on his finger, he said, "You fucking
slut. You even want to sit on your throne with his cum!"

       "I am a slut with a hungry hole! You already know that!"

       "So you just stuffed your hole with someone's cock without my
permission!?"

       "You don't seem to mind when Cian fucked me! You did have your hand
full with Martin, right? I have needs too!" Louis didn't mean to raise his
voice.

       "Oh Cian, is it? Your second husband? What, he fucked you whenever
you want like a fucking on-call whore, calling you sweet things, and
serving you breakfast like a fucking cuck, now you feel like you don't need
me!? Guess what, he doesn't fuck as good as I do!"

       Patrick didn't know why he said that, he also didn't know why he
raised his voice in the first place. He didn't mind Louis fucking around,
in fact, he sincerely wanted Louis to have fun. He never told anyone, but
he really thought Louis looked even better with all of those sweat he got
from being fucked, as well as the spit and the cum. But maybe he did know
why he was mad. He teased Louis for being jealous of Martin, which Louis
didn't admit, now that he was at the receiving end, Patrick felt
awful. That and Cian just humiliated him in front of everyone.

       "I never said that! And you know what, at least he fucks me! And I
am an emperor, if his cock doesn't satisfy me, I'll have another one. I can
get all the cock I want!"

       "Well, guess what cunt? You can't get this cock cause from now on, I
won't fuck you. So you and your jealous asshole can think about how all I
care was to satisfy your fucking ungrateful pussy, you cunt!"

       Patrick was about to walk away when Louis pulled him back and kicked
him on the balls, "Why don't you think about how all I want is you and
you're not there?"

       Louis let Patrick fall to his knees clutching his cock as Louis made
his way to the throne room.

       The throne room was huge as Paris was a huge city, so naturally, it
had a lot of petitioners. The room was filled with vases and statues, and
the wall was decorated with paintings and tapestries. There were two lines
of pews for the petitioners to wait while leaving a huge gap with carpet
connecting the petitioners and the throne.

       Louis's mood was extremely foul that day. His mood hadn't been good
the past few weeks either, so the petitioners knew by then not to irritate
the emperor further. Yet as the day went by, the more irritated Louis
became. He shouted and screamed at the petitioner, which he rarely did. A
lot of requests weren't granted and the petitioners were insulted. Some
were even punished to be spanked bare-assed at the empty side of the throne
room until the throne room closed for wasting Louis's time.

       Several people were being spanked when evening came, Louis opened
the throne room late so it wasn't open for very long. Yet he was bored to
death and even the voice of people, both nobles and commoners, begging for
mercy while being spanked didn't sweeten his sour mood. So when a very
distinct man with very distinct eyes and unique physical features entered
his court, he was extremely intrigued. He was dragged by a roughish person,
probably a farmer, which made his delicate and noble upbringing shown even
more. Only after he was being dragged in front of him did Louis get a good
look at the man.

       He was in his early twenties. He was a short man with short spiky
black hair. He has high cheekbones and dimples with thin pink lips. He was
white, but not white like most of his people were. His eyes were small and
so did his nose. He was not too toned and slim. His body is covered with a
long translucent white robe that showed a shadow of his small cock and
balls. The upper part of the robe was let left open so his tits were
peaking between the seams of the robe. His body was smooth except for the
visible thick bush gathered on his pubic region.

       Despite being dragged in front of Louis, the man appeared calm and
composed as he bowed while grasping his hands together in front of him.

       "Speak," Louis said.

       "My lord! This heather right here had seduced my wife! I was coming
home from my farm when I saw he plowed her garden!"

       "She did have a bushy garden." The heathen retorted which made even
Louis chuckle.

       "So you plead guilty?" Louis asked.

       "Oh, no your highness. I am but a traveling physician from the far
east, Song Empire. I want to expand my knowledge of western medicines and
my travel brought me here. I helped many people along the way, and I served
as the Caliph's physician as well. If you trace the ground I stepped on and
asked the sick people I treated, they'll say my name with a smile just how
I left them."

       "The Caliph?" Now everyone is intrigued, even the guards ordered to
spank the punished petitioners slowed their hands. "If you're so great, why
did the Caliph cast you away then?"

       "The Caliph was amazed by my talent that he put me and my assistant
to stay in his harem, a palace where he gathered his beautiful wives, as he
said he wanted help to make them pregnant. I was quite surprised at first
since he seemed fit and virile even for a guy in his thirties. So I helped
him in the most efficient way I know, and they were all pregnant." Everyone
was giggling, knowing where the story was going. "Turns out, the Caliph
didn't really like his babies born with my face, so he cast me away. It was
an unjust decision as I did what he asked of me."

       Everyone cheered on the guy.

       "I heard that's why the heathen pirates kidnap our men. Their men's
cum isn't strong enough so they need our cum to knock up their women."

       "Fuck, maybe that's why they attacked us! They need more cum to fill
their whores!"

       "I heard the Pope plans to call for war against them! I am going to
go and knock up all of the women there so they could leave us alone!"

       "Those heathens' cum are cursed! Ours are blessed!"

       "Silence!" Louis finally said, turning to the man again, "Tell me of
the Caliph."

       "He's a man in his thirties, but he looks younger. He has a muscular
body that can strangle a horse. I've seen him strangle a horse. He was
quite handsome with his short beard and windswept black hair, though he
covered his hair with a headdress. His body is covered in fuzzy hair. And
his cock is 4" cut, and his balls are quite sizeable. But I think it's
quite barren since despite having many wives, he only had 5 sons."

       "Barren man!? I've never heard of that."

        "Must be a heathen thing."

       "Man, if the Caliph wants a son, all he needs is to ask! With golds
of course. My brats ain't free."

       "Silence!"

       "Ehem! He also has a hairy big bubble butt with a tight hole." He
stared at Louis who gazed back, the man recognized the hunger in there as
he continued, "A very tense and tight asshole that makes him angry all the
time. So I massaged the hole with my fingers and found that his brain is in
his asshole. He whimpered like a little boy with just one finger and I had
guys smaller than him who took three of my fingers."

       "Of course, he's a fucking pussy as well!"

       "But the ass was too tense so I had to use my cock to straighten the
fold in his ass that clogged his brain with shits."

       Louis's gaze, as did everyone, followed the man's hand when he gave
his crotch a grab.

       "I am only 3", but my dick made him squeal like a pig. I swear he
did, I borrowed a pig pen from an overtaxed farmer and fucked him in there
with the pigs once. If you don't believe me, you can ask the farmer's
family, they all watched."

       "SEE! He sodomized the Caliph! I was right! He's a heathen!" Said
the farmer who brought the man in the first place.

       "No, no, it was a massage with my cock. It's useful for massage when
you need something thicker."

       "Is that why you stick it in my wife as well, you prick!?"

       "Yeah. Your wife's cunt was tense, probably from the lack of use or
the husband's digit were smaller than a grass leaf."

       The farmer's face redden in anger when everyone laughed at him, he
tried to attack the man but was quickly subdued. Louis punished him to be
spanked as well on the side, but for him, he would be spanked until
morning.

       "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

       The man smiled, as he turned sideways toward the door and clapped
his hand. When he turned to his side, light from the open throne room door
shone through his translucent robe, revealing a silhouette of his cock. It
was a little bit hard so the small shaft and the small balls were parted.

       "I am Zhao Zuzhong. I hailed from the Song Empire and after a long
journey, my heart told me to stop in the land of the Frankish. I would like
to stay in the town if his highness would be generous and permit it. I plan
to open a ward once I am settled, and in the meantime, I beg for his
highness's hospitality in his court. And as a sign of goodwill, I bring
small gifts from the East."

       A man came through the door. He was similar to Zuzhong but
different. His skin was darker and his head was shaven. He wasn't as
handsome and rather rough. He was more muscular which everyone could
clearly see when the man brought the "small gifts" which were apparently
huge crates and ornate chests. When opened, the containers revealed
colorful silks, spices, and herbal medications, things that were oriental
for the Frankish. The man wore a green jacket-like robe. Unlike Zuzhong
whose robe was angle-length, the servant's robe was only thigh-length, so
when he carried those crates, his robe was pulled up revealing his thick
purplish cockhead and low-hanging balls swinging as he walked.

       "This is my servant, Long Dong."

       The tanned man smiled and bowed awkwardly. His robe pulled up when
he bowed so everyone behind him could see his muscular thigh and thick
calves, and between his smooth asscheeks, a tight brown hole. Everyone
could smell his musky asshole smell, but instead of being disgusted, all of
them leaned in.

       "Those gifts are exotic, how could I refuse? But you still haven't
answered my question." He paused, and then continued with a raspy voice,
"How could I trust you?"

       Everyone knew what that voice meant, but that didn't mean they'd
just call out their emperor. As if it was coded in their brains to do so,
they ignored the raspy voice and thought Louis just needed a drink, all the
while their cock slowly hardening.

       "I could treat you the same way I treated the farmer's wife, and you
could judge me for yourself."

       "But I am not sick."

       "You don't have to be. As I said, the massage is good for relieving
stress. But you have to do it naked."

       "Insolence!" This time, Stephanus objected. His feet and ass were
burning since this man came. The heathen dressed like a slut, revealing
most of his young body, tempting Stephanus to dick his down right there and
then, which he might do if they were alone, and now he asked the emperor to
undress in front of everyone? "The heathens are known to practice
witchcraft, my lord! Real medicine comes from the Lord and not some magic
hands!"

       "It's not magic. Everyone could feel their muscle and the tension in
their body. Everyone could fix it the way I do, they just need to learn how
to do it."

       "Silence! If their body is sick then they need to pray for the Lord
to give him strength! Not resulting in `physician'!"

       Zuzhong acted disinterested and picked his ear which only drove
Stephanus even madder.

       "Silence Stephanus! And bring the massage table here!"

       "Your highness!"

       "I said silence, Stephanus! Why don't you go and study the Leinster
tradition as I told you!? It's been months and no progress still."

       "My lord... I—"

       "Shut up, and go!"

       Stephanus shut his mouth and walked away all the while glaring at
Zuzhong who smiled at him.

       Louis stood up and stared at Zuzhong's eyes. His body was sweating,
and his asshole was purring. He watched as Zuzhong's hand traveled back to
his crotch and massaged it slowly.

       "I am going to prepare my tool, your highness can undress first if
he wants." He said smirking. He stood still preparing his cock while his
servant prepared the oil.

       Louis could feel the heat in his body raising as he looked at the
people watching him. Sure, it wasn't his first time being watched naked,
first by his courtier and then William's customers, but this was the first
time he got naked in front of a bunch of peasants and nobles on his
term. He could feel his cock was rock hard already. He motioned for Lucas
to undress him.

       As layers of clothing were peeled off his body, his head became
lighter and lighter. His worry left his shoulder along with his shame and
dignity, and all that left was lust, which everyone could see when his
trousers were pulled down along with his undergarments, revealing his hard
and leaking cock. The people gasped and whispered, some trying their best
to get a better look.

       "Fuck, if he's a woman, I'll rape him." Said a man.

       Louis's cock jumped and spewed precum when he heard that. Everyone
noted, and at the same time, ignored it. They kept staring at his cock,
bouncing and swinging as Louis walked towards the massage table which was
placed horizontally in front of the petitioners. Zuzhong told him to lay on
his stomach.

       Everyone watched intently as the Han man poured oil onto their
emperor sculpted body like it was chiseled by God himself. The definition
in his body became far clearer and he looked even better as the oil
glistened his body. Zuzhong started with Louis's feet and when the hands
touched his body, Louis moaned. The pressure he felt as it ironed out the
tension in his muscle felt very pleasant, way too pleasant. He moaned like
a slut and he wasn't even fucked. Zuzhong occasionally lifted Louis's legs
upwards, his waist would be lifted as well, showing everyone his dangling
cock and balls. Zhuzhong even slapped just to show everyone how hard he
was.

       Then Zuzhong moved to Louis's back. It was heavenly. As Zuzhong
massaged his back, Louis could feel his waist pulling itself upward,
spreading his legs so everyone behind him could see his asshole. He also
felt his asshole pushing outside, opening itself trying to entice whoever
behind him. Then Zuzhong pulled his body sideways towards the people as he
ordered Louis to look. He looked at the petitioners in their seats, they
weren't looking at him, they were looking at his hard leaking cock. Then he
looked down, toward the people he punished, they were bent waiting for the
spank that never came as they jacked themselves looking at him. The guards
who were supposed to punish them were too transfixed by their emperor's
body to carry out their duty. And then Zuzhong pulled his other side,
showing his back and ass toward the audience. Then Louis felt hands
spreading his cheeks open revealing his asshole. He instinctively pushed
out.

       "Even from here I can see, despite doing cardio often, your ass
muscle is very very tense."

       Zuzhong then laid Louis back on his stomach. He surprised Louis by
climbing into Louis's back and began massaging Louis's ass. He put pressing
on the cheeks using his knuckles like he was making dough and then spread
the cheeks so the people could see his asshole again.

       When Louis felt fingers prodding his ass, his body shivered, and yet
he didn't do anything. If they said Connor had a magical cock, then Zuzhong
surely had magical fingers. With both hands, those slender fingers prodded
his ass open and fucked his inside in a slicing motion while pushing every
right nerve in his ass sending pleasure to his body. Zuzhong looked like a
doctor with his two surgery knives as he rapidly skewed around in Louis's
ass. He looked towards the petitioners and found them staring at his
fingerfucked ass while their hands moved up and down. Then, in the end, he
felt those fingers suddenly stretch his asshole open, showing his most
inside place that not even Patrick had seen toward the people Louis was
supposed to punish. He heard them gasp and even those who were seated on
the pews tried to lean in and saw his most secret place.

       "What is that." Someone from the punished row said at the same time
Louis felt something pushing out of his asshole. As Stephanus's cum flooded
out, he realized this was the reason why Zuzhong pulled his asshole open.

       When he was done showing his subjects what a fucking slut their
emperor was, Zuzhong pulled his hands away and then told the people on the
punished row, "I need you guys to lend me a hand and spank him. My servant
and I are quite busy." He said. His servant was standing at the side doing
nothing.

       The people looked at each other. They wanted to give Louis a taste
of his own medicine but at the same time, what if Louis punished them even
more?

       "Don't worry, his highness won't be mad."

       "I will be fucking mad if they didn't do what you say and didn't
spank my ass hard enough," Louis said which he would soon regret.

       "You heard him, boys. Don't stop until I say so, not even when he
asks you to stop."

       Now that the emperor himself had asked, they had no other reason but
to comply. They approached Louis's ass with hunger and anger in their eyes,
even pushing each other, and laid their hands on the meaty plump ass with
all of their strength. Louis moaned in pain and pleasure at the first
spank, but more spanks were coming rapidly. The sounds could hear even
outside the palace.

       "Fuck yeah!"

       Louis heard them cheer loudly in between the loud clapping sounds
that got louder and louder each time the spanks got harder. It wasn't long
until his white lily ass turned to red, and yet the spanks didn't stop
coming, only getting harder.

       "Stop! Please! Stop!" Louis finally said when he felt his ass
burning.

       But they didn't stop, pretending they didn't hear him as they beat
the crap out of his ass. Then a hand strayed to his balls, smacking them
hard, making Louis jolted up as he started to tear up.

       "Please! Please! I am sorry! Have mercy on me!" Louis screamed, his
voice was louder than the sound and yet they didn't stop. Instead, they
deliberately targeted his balls even more. He felt his balls pulled under
him to give them a clear shot at it, and they went hammering on the
balls. He even felt a finger dipped to its knuckle in his asshole before
quickly pulling out in between ass and balls slapping.

       "Alright, you may stop."

       Louis heard Zuzhong say, but he still felt his ass and balls beaten,
even faster this time. Louis could no longer scream as he could only grunt
like an animal. Even as his asshole was pulled open by many hands and
people spat inside his asshole, he could only raise his butt higher and
moan.

       It was after a few more rough minutes he felt the hands and the
incoming pain disappear. Instead, he was turned around roughly, and his
face was pulled upwards by the hair.

       He could see, across his sweaty body and his hard leaking cock,
people he was supposed to punish, the petitioners, his guards, and his
courtiers were all looking at him jerking themselves. Then Louis realized
they could also see his hard cock leaking and his red balls. Then he also
realized he had been drolling all this time and everyone could see saliva
coating his face. Then Zuzhong laid his head back, before sitting on his
face. Zuzhong's smelled like spices and oil, and the smell warmed his horny
body even more. His hard cock jumped up and tensed like it was about to
cum, but only precum came out. With Zuzhong's hands massaging his upper
body and the exotic smell of the oil and spices, his cock never soften.

       Then Zuzhong stood up while pulling Louis's legs upwards, rolling
Louis like a ball while his hard cock slapped his own face. Zuzhong fed him
his own cock before spreading open his asscheeks, and went to town. Louis
moaned while everyone watched the Chinese man eating their emperor's hole.

       Louis let out a sultry moan as the man's tongue lathered his
asshole. His moans only got louder when the tongue prodded and probed,
making its way into Louis. He was surprised by how deep the tongue could
reach and how solid it felt inside him as it caressed his ass muscle,
extending and retracting along the way, pushing the tongue around the
tenderized wall, teasing the sensitive nerves gathered there. Louis felt
his asshole puckered up, but that didn't stop the tongue from fucking him,
if anything, it made him feel the tongue forced its way even more. If not
for the cock in his mouth, Louis would have been moaning since the
beginning. The man could make him sing like a choir for the church if he
wanted to.

       Zuzhong pulled away, and then pulled out his 3" cock from under the
robe without disrobing himself. He let his assistant lube his cock with the
oil, and then he climbed on top of Louis's ass, slapped it a few times, and
slammed his cock home in front of the audience who gasped at the idea of
sodomy, yet couldn't stop jacking their rocks off.

       "It isn't sodomy. It's a medical treatment." He said as he
jackhammered Louis like a rabbit.

       After spending so much time with thicker and longer cocks, it was
obvious Louis was struggling to wrap his ass around the small
cock. However, when Zuzhong moved his fingers massaging his butt, Louis
could feel his ass clenched tightly, wrapping itself around the small cock
with ease. But Zuzhong wasn't satisfied with that, so he massaged his ass
more and Louis felt his ass become tighter and tighter. It got so tight
that whenever Zuzhong pulled completely out of his ass and slammed the cock
back inside, Louis felt like the small cock tore open his hole for the
first time.

       Zuzhong also pulled Louis's cock from his mouth and let it swing
around Louis's face coating it with cockslime while Louis let out hoarse
moans.

       "You have quite a flexible muscle, I can easily mold it with my
finger. I can teach you how to control it if you want. I can teach you how
to make the perfect hole for men, to grip their cocks like a vice or to
expand the muscle. What do you think? Here, a little incentive to help you
think."

       Zuzhong angled himself right on Louis's bitch button before slamming
his cock on it. Louis howled in pleasure while his cock spurted a thick wad
of precum on his face, "Fuck yeah!!!"

       Zuzhong chuckled, "You think that was good? Wait till you feel
this!"

       Louis felt Zuzhong's hands pushing around his pubic area, and then
he went crossed-eyed. The fucking man moved his fucking joy button, his
fucking prostate, and dragged it along the 3" cock.

       "I am not done yet."

       Zuzhong picked up his pace, jackhammering Louis's ass even faster
while his hands kept pushing around Louis's prostate onto the cock making
it as if he was scratching the prostate on the cock while the cock
violently pounded it.

       Louis was no longer coherent. All he could make were animal
grunts. His eyes went white because of the pleasure he thought never
existed. He didn't realize Zuzhong had turned themselves around so now the
audience could also watch his slimy face and well-fucked expression while
the small cock pound its way. They watch in fascination, noting how despite
having a pale white body, the Chinese man had a purplish-black cock and
balls. The sack wasn't covered in hair, yet the small hair it had was long
and wiry. They jerked furiously as they watch the black sack slap Louis's
white ass.

       When Louis cum, he came out gushing onto his face, and the stream
went for quite a while. After a while, the stream changed to piss, and
everyone watch as the emperor washed his own cum-covered face with his own
piss. The sight was too much for them to handle they came almost at the
same time. Sensing his job was done, Zuzhong picked up his pace and emptied
his balls into Louis. He pulled away from Louis and told him he would be
back in the morning and was excited to hear Louis's decision.

       To say Zuzhong passed with a flying color would be an
understatement. Zuzhong wasn't only allowed to stay in Francia, but he was
also recruited as the court physician, given his own place in the caste for
his job, as well as a luxurious bedroom. Between him, Cian, Stephanus, and
Lucas, Louis's hole was well and thoroughly fucked.

       Patrick? After the fight he had with Louis, he caved himself with
Connor and Sean inside Martin's room fucking Martin. But with one double
penetration, Martin was loose, and when Sean and Connor decided to have
their own fun, Patrick was left with the sloppy loose cunt. He was so mad
he didn't stop spanking Martin while ordering him to tighten his ass
muscle. He missed Louis since the first night of their fight, but his ego
was too big for him to fix things between them. He could only blame Martin
for their fight. For a week, his cock never come out of Martin's
hole. Martin's ass was well bruised, and his perfect muscular chest was
also red with protruding nipples. When Patrick was bored punishing Martin's
ass, he punished the nipples. Martin's handsome face was covered in spit
and cum, his confident demeanor was no more. His mouth kept mumbling
apologies even when he was asleep. The prince was truly transformed into a
bitch, and he had been living off his own piss because Patrick forbade him
to eat proper food. He could only watch when Patrick ate his plate of beef.

       It was after a week Cian suddenly barged into the room.

       "What the fuck Patrick, this room smell like shit!"

       "Yeah? That's probably because I told the fucker to shit on all of
his clothes in the wardrobe there."

       "No wonder he looks like shit as well," Cian said approaching them,
and then slapped Martin's unconscious face. "Anyway, Louis summons you to
the throne room."

       Patrick would be lying if he said he didn't feel hot and cold when
he heard the summon. He didn't want to show it, but Patrick was scared
shitless. He was afraid Louis going to throw him away back to Rory, and he
would be sold to a slaver as a breeding bull. A fact that did not lose to
Cian.

       "I guess you're luck has run out. He's definitely going to discard
you for me. I already sleep on your side of the bed anyway."

       "Shut the fuck up!"

       Cian looked at Patrick's eyes which were red like he was about to
cry like a little child. This time, he felt no reverence towards the man,
not because of the crying eyes, but because Louis had discarded the
man. The only reason why Patrick had any respect among the Leinster was
because of Louis. The only reason why Cian felt inferior toward him before
was that Patrick was Louis's first husband. Now he didn't have any, Cian
felt no remorse as he smirked at the crybaby child in front of him. He even
pushed his chest forward, gloating about his win.

       All of this was because of Martin.

       Patrick looked at the unconscious man with so much hatred it was a
wonder he hadn't killed the man yet. "Until he officially throws me away, I
am still his stud so shut the fuck up when I told you to. And bring that
bitch to the barrack. Tell the army the only drill they're going to do
today is him."

       Cian picked his ears, "Fine."

       There was silence between them for a second, and then Patrick
continued, with contempt in his voice, "And if Louis does decide to throw
me away, I want you to whore that fucking Martin's cunt for free in the
dirtiest of the slums and make sure he never came out."

       "Yeah, I get that you are hurt and want to cry so bad, but here's
the thing cunt. He's a fucking prince, and you're a wad of sperm. I am not
going to sell his ass if that can lead to war."

       Patrick gave him a stinking eye. He wanted to punch Cian, but he
couldn't because he knew Cian made sense.

       Cian suddenly hugged Patrick, "But here's what I can do," He felt
Cian's hands kneading his asscheeks, "Why don't you spread your cheeks open
and show me that tight virgin cunt. If I like it, maybe, once Louis throws
you out like we know he will, maybe I'll talk to them to keep you around as
my bed warmer." Cian pulled his face away so he could watch Patrick's face
turning as red as his hair. His hands hadn't stopped kneading, instead, his
middle finger now tapping at Patrick's puckering asshole.

       "Over my dead body," Patrick said coldly, and yet, he didn't do
anything and let Cian's finger tap on his asshole. It was only after the
finger tried to breach in Patrick pulled himself away. He walked toward the
pile of his clothes, and as he was wearing his clothes, he made sure to
bend over and arched his back slightly while spreading his legs open so
Cian could see his asshole.

       The humiliation he felt as he bent over and the stare he could feel
boring into his virgin cunt made his balls tighten and his cock harden. He
still couldn't believe he showed off his asshole willingly to fucking Cian,
and now he was psyching himself up for being Cian's new bitch. He didn't
have a choice. He didn't want to be sold to a slaver, being hooked up on
drugs until nothing was left in his brain but to breed, and then, he
wouldn't even enjoy fucking. At the very least, if he remained here, even
after Louis discarded him, he could try to mend things between them.

       Once Patrick was done, he let Cian escort him to the throne
room. Cian pulled him closer by the waist, and then stuck his hand into
Patrick's trousers and traced around the excited hole. When they exited
Martin's room, the entire Leinster army was standing there lining up all
the way to the throne room. The fucking bastard Cian.

       Every single one of them was smirking at them, they could see Cian's
hand disappear inside his trousers. Then Cian said, loudly, "That's a
fucking tight hole you showed me, and I don't mind deflowering it, but
you're a fucking stinking ass, Patrick. So I am lowering my offer. I don't
want your ass as my bed warmer, but once I am done tearing that rosebud
open, I am going to let you stay as the barrack bitch." Everyone around
them cheered, some of them even pulled out their cocks.

       "Don't get ahead of yourself too much, cunt. I am still his stud,
and if he decided to keep me, it's going to be hell for you." But even
Patrick knew the chance for that was low, that was why he let Cian keep his
finger on his hole.

       "You really don't know when to shut your mouth, don't you cunt? I
was going to be nice. After my babe throws you like the trash you are, I
was going to carry you to my bedroom and opened up that hole nicely before
I let everyone dogpiling on you, but you know what," He then said loudly,
"I am going to held a fucking gangbang party and rip your fucking cunt
open!"

       Everyone was livid. They cheered loudly while whistling and throwing
their shirt at them while Patrick's hole tighten even more it almost sucked
Cian's finger in.

       Cian whispered, "Whoops, it seems your hole is excited it sucks my
finger right away. Tell your fucking hole to hold her horse, cunt. I want
it tight when I split it open in front of everyone."

       Cian pulled his hands out and patted Patrick on the butt. They had
arrived at the throne room door.

       Patrick's heart beating rapidly when Cian opened the door, and as
Cian escorted him inside, he could see a lot of people. All of the knights
were there, the councilors also there, Pepin and his family, the
petitioners, the courtiers; everyone and their mother were there.

       It was a wonder how Patrick held his feet from shaking when Louis,
with a poker face, motioned him to stand in front of him. He looked at
Louis's face, trying to study him for anything he could use to his
advantage, but all he found was a straight emotionless expression. At that
very moment, he had accepted to resign his cherry for Cian, and as that
thought cross his mind, his hole twitched in nervousness, or perhaps
excitement.

       "As you might all have noticed, ever since I came back from my
campaign bringing this kingdom a victory, my court is no longer the
same. This kingdom is no longer the same. I am no longer the same. But I
have accepted the fact that changes aren't all that bad. My father
revolutionalized the military, funding his own standing elite army for the
crown and that army has protected us to this very day and brought wrath to
our enemies. Now, I am going to further my father's work in strengthening
our army by integrating the Rutting Stags into our army as one and the
same. No longer they are a regiment in our army with separate leadership,
their ranks will be integrated as part of the army ranks and anyone from
the Leinster army will be able to achieve the highest rank and title I can
give for their service as if they are my own people. With respect to the
prior agreement between the Leinster and Francia, this meant the army will
have a certain quota reserved specifically for the Leinster. I will also
name Cian as a knight and the commander of the Royal Army which was
previously held by Pontikus, and instead, stationed Sir Pontikus as the
Knight-Commander."

       "Now, the military isn't the only thing that keeps the kingdom
standing and flourishing. You are also part of the reason we are who we are
today. In fact, you are this kingdom and without you, we are no longer a
kingdom. Your loyalty is the rain that grows our crops and the river that
nurtures our land. Without loyalty, our land shattered, rebellions that
kill the peasants more than the nobles, piracy and banditry run rampant
because everyone just wants to take everything from this land for
themselves, and border disputes against foreign powers, claiming their
people as ours like the German claims the burgundy as theirs! No more of
that! This land needs to be united under the crown! We are Frankish and our
legacy rivals even the Latin! Those who dare betrayed the people and the
crown by letting the Germans lay their claim to our land will be punished!
Any towns that show less than absolute loyalty to Francia and its people
will be brought to trial, the royal army will make sure of that. The
prosperous lands are ours, not theirs." Murmurs were heard as Louis made
his speech, some looked worried, and many looked invigorated. The
importance of a kingdom was always attributed to the crown and the ruling
dynasty, to be validated awakened something within the peasants' hearts; a
flame that will light the kingdom in its darkest ours and burn those who
dare to stand on their path. Cheers were heard soon after, and the peasants
screamed to burn the Germans.

       "That being said," Louis continued, "we are not here to make enemies
or isolate ourselves from others. Our disdain is reserved only for the
Western Empire as they had unrightfully taken what's ours. To our allies
and those who had proven loyal to the crown of Francia, we welcome them
with open hands. Such is the Leinster. I will not deny my short time with
the Leinster has forged a bond with me and its people, their strong will
and perseverance even in times of uneven odds will serve us well. I know,
God will prove me right. For that reason, I intend to deepen our alliance
by opening our border for them and their merchant into our lands and they'd
do the same for us as well." Of course, Louis didn't mention anything about
the Leinster not paying the toll but the Frankish have to, "and I
understand your worries. The competition between the merchants and the
disputes over land ownership will be a problem. Worry not, for as long as
the trade is fair, the law will be fair to you as well. The competition
will encourage our people to be more productive and strengthen our alliance
even more. Their loyalty and our loyalty are a match made in heaven, and
heaven knows the Leinster will always have our back in our time of needs."

       Those who didn't know better cheer loudly at the new alliance forged
between the Leinster and the Frankish, those who knew puckered up their
hole at the innuendo Louis made. For those who felt like Louis had made an
official announcement that the Frankish were to be the Leinster bitch, they
were having a hard time not bending over a nearby Leinster and offering him
their holes.

       "But that isn't the last thing I want to announce today."

       The murmurs stopped and they waited, some biting their lips, for
Louis to continue his speech. When Louis's gaze aimed at him, Patrick
fought his desire to kneel in front of his own bitch, though his claim
apparently had been disputed, and to beg for Louis's forgiveness. Not
because Louis was antagonizing him, but because he finally remembered what
he liked so much about Louis. Now that he was about not to have Louis's
presence anymore, he felt a certain longing and fear that he'd lost
something precious to his heart. Their relationship might've started with
lust and desire, but his fondness for the beautiful man was genuine. He was
surprised his legs weren't shaking and he didn't fall to his knees when
Louis opened his mouth.

       "Some of you might have noticed, some of you had whispered, loudly,
about the presence of a foreign influence in my court. A man who barely
holds any title except as the youngest son of a barbaric chieftain dares to
come into my court, ordering my palace like it is his own palace and he's
the emperor. Who is he but a man without a single title to his name? Let me
tell you, who is he in this court."

       `Nobody.' Patrick and every Leinster thought Louis would
say. Patrick could even feel Cian's eyes boring into his ass drilling his
virgin cunt open with a smirk. That was enough to make Patrick lower his
gaze, admitting his defeat to his own bitch as his heart shattered in
pieces thinking the next word that would come out of Louis's mouth will be
the end of them.

       But instead, Louis said, "He is the new Commander of the newly
reformed Kingsguard. His job is to protect me and to enforce my will; to
work for my interest and my interest only. He is my left hand and my right
hand. He is the king of this palace when I am not around and when I am
around. He will defer to none, bow to none, and be subject to none but me."

       The Kingsguards were the elite group consisting of seven knights
tasked to protect the king as his royal bodyguards. It was founded by
Charles I and was disbanded when Charles I was assassinated by one of the
Kingsguards.

       Patrick looked at Louis who smiled at him from on top of his throne,
and despite his domineering speech, his eyes showed no pride or disrespect
or even authority. Instead, they looked at Patrick with deference; it
wasn't Patrick who had to relinquish his will to Louis, it was Louis who
gave his to Patrick on a silver platter, officially. Louis had surrendered
in their silly fight, and Patrick thought he would rejoice, happy that his
bitch had learned his place. But looking at those sad eyes, he couldn't
help but felt sour. For the first time, he realized he had gone overboard
with teasing Louis, making the man jealous. Now that Louis was lonely,
Patrick had no one to blame but him.

       Patrick kneeled in front of Louis as he said, "I, Patrick
MacCarthal, son of Rory MacCarthal, vow, for as long as my heart still
beats, to protect you with all of my life, in sadness and in sickness. For
as long as I live, you will not bleed or weep. I give my soul, my heart,
and my body to you and only to you. I will not defer to any but you, bow to
none but you, and be subject of no one but you. I will not sire any
children, desire no flesh, and worship no ground but yours. From this day
onwards, every second of my life, every breath I take, every step I make,
and every beat my heart makes are all done in your name."

       Louis felt butterflies dancing in his stomach as Patrick kneeled and
recited his vow. He thought he was the one who have to surrender this
fight, surrender all of his dignity for his man no matter how hurt he
was. He was ready to accept that happiness might not be always on his
path. And even though he wasn't happy, all he wanted was still Patrick. Now
that his man had promised to be a better man for him, Louis's steps become
lighter like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He pulled out the
ceremonial sword, his father's sword, and approached Patrick. He tapped
both of Patrick's shoulders with the flat side of the sword once.

       "From now on, you shall be known as Sir Patrick, the Commander of
the Kingsguard!"

       Everyone clapped and cheered at the newly dubbed knight whose vow
sounded more like a marriage vow, a fact that will not lose to history,
especially not in the court of romance. The vow would be remembered and
treasured for centuries.

       Patrick stood and seized Louis by the waist, in front of the many
shocked eyes. But Patrick didn't care, and as those eyes gazed into his
eyes, Louis too didn't care. They were lost in their own world as they
stared at each other, and surrendered themselves to their longings. Slowly,
Patrick descended his lips, and Louis accepted the kiss with his own
lips. They made out, forgetting where they were and who they were supposed
to be. Patrick blatantly grabbed Louis's ass and gave it a squeeze as he
mauled Louis's mouth.

       The sight was beyond shocking for the eyes of the peasants. Kissing
the queen might be less shocking, but Patrick was no queen. He was a man
through and through, and a barbarian nonetheless.

       "What, you never kiss your friend before?" Said a Leinster to the
shocked crowd as he grabbed a Frankish knight, "this is my best friend
right here, and I fucking love him." He pulled in the knight for a hot
make-out session.

       Soon, other knights followed, the courtiers would also follow, and
Hugo would also follow, but seeing the degenerates kiss each other wasn't
really a surprising thing. To see such an intimacy after long they had been
subjected to strict chaste church law during Charles's reign, did make the
peasants frown at such a sight. But Louis had made a good speech and the
vow made men and women swoon, and they were the romance, their language was
love, even more than the other romance cultures. Kissing came to them like
a fish in water, and like a fish to they puckered their lips and kissed the
people beside them. Men and women, nobles and peasants, sucked each other
faces and followed the example of their emperor.

       After what felt like forever and yet a brief moment at the same
time, Patrick pulled away and caressed Louis's hair as he stared into
Louis's eyes saying, "I am sorry."

       "Me too."

       "Your hole is tighter."

       Louis chuckled, "And those men didn't fuck as good as you."

       Patrick slapped Louis's rump as he went for another kiss. A brief
one since Louis pulled away.

       He put a hand on Patrick's meaty chest and turned to the crowd who
were still enjoying kissing their friends and strangers. He still had
Patrick's hand around his waist, however.

       Only after Louis coughed loudly did their attention turns to
him. Smiles plastered on their faces, who knew a kiss could bring
happiness?

       "Of course, Sir Patrick can't be a commander without
subordinates. And though I am sure many within the army and the court has
the strength and the loyalty to be one of the Kingsguards, I want to use
this as an opportunity to let the brave and the loyal amongst you, my
subjects, to serve the crown. The crown will hold a tournament within a few
months and those who win the tournament will join Sir Patrick within the
rank of the Kingsguards. Prepare yourself, my loyal subjects."

       Everyone cheered again, but this time, they also kissed their
friends. Many boasted how they'd win the tournament while flexing their
muscle while many others did the same. Both nobles and commoners saw this
as one in a lifetime opportunity to better their life, and they were
pumped.

       Amongst the ruckus, Patrick caught Cian's eyes. Cian stood still,
mouth opened, and his gaze said everything Patrick needed to know. At
first, he thought he had a small win over Cian, after all, nothing changes
between them, he was still Louis's stud and Cian was still the strongest
man and now the commander of the army. But when he was how terrified those
eyes were, that was when Patrick realized he had hit the jackpot. Louis had
gotten Cian so pussy-whipped with him that he was afraid Patrick would take
Louis away from him. Louis not only had given him the fucking kingdom, but
he also neutered Patrick's competitor. Patrick would sure pound that ass
and he wouldn't come out until Louis popped his baby out. That was the only
thing Patrick could give as gratitude for giving him everything he wanted.

       He was fucked, and Cian knew it. His bravado at Patrick earlier came
crashing down on him, he could hear himself screaming on the inside about
how stupid he was treating the first husband like that and now he could no
longer be Louis's second husband. His own ego blamed himself for being such
a stupid cunt and went against the first husband. When his gaze met
Patrick's, his legs shook a little, but enough for Patrick to smirk.

       Patrick basked in his victory by kissing Louis's temple. He looked
at Cian, the man who could wipe the floor with his face, and saw how Cian
had turned from a macho daddy stud to a trembling pussyboi. He was the
wolf, and Cian was the lamb.

       Showing his fangs, Patrick mouthed inaudibly, "Piss yourself."

       And within a second, without any resistance, the new commander of
the army pissed himself in front of dozens of people. As he emptied his
bladder, soaking his pants, he could hear laughter directed at him, but all
he saw was Patrick and how those eyes say it was only the beginning.

       ***

       I am so sorry it took me quite a while to finish this chapter, but
hey, I was never a fast writer to begin with. I honestly, I do not expect
the chapter to be this long as well, but it did, partially because I want
to have fun with the petitioners and such. We also got some romance in the
end of this chapter which I rarely write and definitely not the focus of
this story. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! If you have any
question, feedback, or anything, feel free to contact me!