Ramos - King
Ramos sat in his lounge watching the knights lead the way to the next village. So far the stops have been a disappointment. Old ineffectual leaders, cannibalism, a dairy far from making its quota. He asked himself why did he claim this throne. Any of his sibling brothers would have fit better.
He and his brothers were within a couple years of the same age; all having gone through the learning center at the same time; life was different then, in the castle.
Ramos had several sex slaves; but the castle rules kept them collared and mostly on their knees. He remembered walking into his father's throne room to initially see a group of kneeling naked slaves to his right. To his left was the implements of punishment his father was so keen on using.
A closer look at the kneeling slaves Ramos could see the red marks of whips and lashes across their backs. All had large black plugs in their asses. The slaves were silent. In the king's presence slaves were never to be heard. Ramos knew his father had disabled many voice boxes to keep the beatings he gave silent. Ramos had often been required to attend these beatings and to punish the sex slaves with six inch penis gags and twelve inch anal dildos. The slaves writhed on the floors and looked pitifully at the young prince. He would do nothing to end their suffering. Slaves died regularly in the castle; their bloody bodies to be burned in the plaza.
"Father. You've been gazing at the city for so long I thought you might have fallen asleep while standing. " Luc chuckled at his poor attempt at humor.
"Father!! You're crying!! "
Ramos wiped his eyes with his robe but remained silent.
Luc embraced his father, his hands under the King's robe.
"Father. Your skin feels so cold!"
Ramos remained silent, still staring out over the city. Luc's hand dropped from his father's waist to the man's bottom.
Raising a finger to his mouth, "Father there is still seed here..." the Prince's hand had returned to lightly rub against Ramos's ass hole. "May I clean it for you?"
Ramos wasn't listening, his thoughts still pondering his father's cruelty and how it had infected so many Doemosians.
"Why did I let it go on for so long?" The words were but whispers. Luc knew his King was talking to himself, recriminating himself for his own father's bloody history.
"How many poor beautiful boys died for no other reason but forPhileus to witness their pitiful end?"
Luc had begun licking and sucking the sweet cum from his father's hole.The Prince was gentle, slowly using his tongue to draw out the salty seed within. He wished to give his father pleasure, to get his mind off the terrible weight that had been thrust upon him. His hands gripped the kings waist and turned him so the royal cock was in front of him. Ramos and his son locked eyes. Luc began by toying with the slit in the cock's dark massive head.
Eyes still fixed in his father's, Luc took the large head into his mouth and slowly his lips found its way to the royal pubis.
Ramos didn't remove his cock, but began the slow deepthroat fucking that they both seemed to expect, to crave, even. Putting his hands on Luc's bald head he gently guided the throating. As the pace picked up Luc tried hard to suck harder and harder, wanting his father's seed to fill his mouth and throat. The Prince's eyes closed in concentration. Ramos held his son's head lovingly, grateful to have the heinous memories disappear for this sweet moment of pleasure. He didn't plunge wantonly into the soft warm throat; he fucked slowly, feeling the head of his cock as it breached into the boy's throat.
The boys's own hard-on was throbbing as small amounts of pre-cum could be seen dripping to the terraces's stone floor. As Ramos shot his seed deep into his son's throat, the load continuing to fill his mouth, a deep sigh escaped the King's lips. Closing his eyes and holding perfectly still the delightful spasm shook his body.
Luc inwardly smiled as his father's issue flooded his mouth; the large load slowly but surely drifted down his throat.
"Thank you, Luc. I guess I needed that more than I realized "
Luc could see his father was still distressed; the moments of distraction fading. The tour of the realm still haunted everyone in the caravan.
"Have you decided yet?"
Ramos placed a hand on Luc's bald head, smiling at the kneeling boy. "Not yet."
"How many settlements are still out there? How many are ......"
"I know father.......and I know you'll do something about it. You'll do the right thing. "
The royals had visited several small mountain settlements to find some grossly abusing their slaves.
Bebe walked to stand by the royals, he held Luc's hand. "That could have been any of us".
Luc squeezed his fathers hand "At least the dairies are full now"
It took a few seconds but the three had to smile. Those who were marched to the dairies had made quite a fuss, pleading that their offerings had been to the gods and especially to the royals.....who had so generously supplied them with slaves. The slaves which they beat and discarded as well as those who became offerings in their blighted ceremonies.
"They've all assembled your highness" Ramos's assistant had entered and saw the three standing at the balustrade. As the three turned towards him he noticed a string of white seed dangling from the King's cock and a stream of the same on the Prince's chin. He smiled. He knew the king was upset after returning from the tour of the realm. He also knew his son and his seven consorts were as concerned as he was himself. The gathering of nobles in the great room was to address the findings of the excursion.
Luc was smiling; the king and Bebe, somber.
They entered the great room to an obvious sudden hush. Luc had been curious as to the lack of chatter as they approached; the nobles usually being serviced under the table. That noise was always immediately recognizable.
The three stood just inside the doorway. Ramos still wore his robes, open in the front. The nobles couldn't help but notice the string of seed hanging from his royal cock. Luc's chin had not been cleaned. The boy, quite proud to display his fealty to the King . Bebe wore a thong, Luc was nude, his dick stiff and standing straight up.
The nobles silently stood,
"Sit, gentlemen." Ramos commanded.
The king and prince sat at the head of the table, Bebe joined the other consorts standing against the wall.
Whispering, "Why are the slaves kneeling and why are they facing the walls?" Bebe asked Maq.
"Shhh.........This looks bad!!" Maq whispered back.
In a low voice, " Father....?"
The king rested a hand on Luc's thigh and squeezed softly, "Be calm. It's all okay"
Ramos raised a hand and pointed at his general. "Why don't you begin, general?"
The portly man stood, his garish garb surprised the seven, their gasps just above a whisper.
The noble, the general, wore shiny metal arm bands, a golden breast plate emblazoned with the King's coat of arms. His junk was covered with a metal jock strap type piece, its pouch etched with the form of an erect penis and handsomely carved balls.
"Your highness........" the general began.
Ramos again raised his hand. "First report on the mission you and your army were assigned"
The general was silent, perplexed.
"Well?" Ramos's voice was noticeably and most deliberately louder.
At the far end of the table Marshram stood motioning for the general to sit.
"Your highness if I may......."
Luc felt his father's hand tighten on his thigh. He gave the king an alarmed glance, the seven whispering behind them.
One of the seated nobles spoke just loud enough to be heard "They were only slaves. !!"
Ramos was up and quickly grabbed an ornamental sword from the wall, with a growl he headed toward the insolent noble who had just spoken.
A desperate nod from Luc and the seven raced forward to stop their king from murdering the noble who had obviously misspoken.
The table had erupted into chaos. The nobles standing and loudly shouting curses at the king.
Luc raised his right hand, "S I T!!!"
Still grumbling the nobles took their seats; Ramos and the consorts returned to Luc's side. The king sat with his seven all standing over him, not restricting him but showing support.
Luc remained standing waiting for the crowd to settle. He noticed the kneeling slaves had moved closer to one another. Shoulders touching. Holding hands.
"Only slaves, you say?"
The room was silent, all eyes on the bald prince whose voice had become commanding.
"You're Fry, aren't you? Watching over the commerce of our kingdom?"
The noble nodded feebly. Still rattled over the king's sudden aggression and lethal threat.
"Which one of your slaves would you have us feast on tonight?.......i think I'd choose the curly haired blond ...BOY!!..."
All eyes were fixed on Luc.
"I think we should fatten him up and fill his ass with seed for seasoning.......sew up his asshole before roasting. ....what do you say, Fry?"
The noble was speechless.
"Or better yet let's fatten all your slaves up.....and maybe you too". The nobles began rising from their seats, protests growing on their lips.
"Naw....I'm sure you'd be tough and sour".
The nobles were once again standing, protests growing into a concophony of unintelligible voices.
"SIT!! NOW!!"
Luc's demeanor left nothing to the imagination.
"We all ate that meal!!!! Everyone on the tour sat and ate that slave. Giving compliments to the cook!!! For fuck sake!!!"
The silence was unnerving. The kneeling slaves had bunched together, arms around each other.
Looking at the group huddled against the wall, "These slaves are no longer yours. These sex slaves are now mine. They belong to the royalty in this kingdom. They are no longer subject to your commands. They are mine!!" Luc turned and grinned ruefully at the seven, "And the royal consorts.....and yes, of course Maq." Turning back to the table: "You 'nobles no longer have slaves. In fact I give you all a choice. "
The murmurs were growing, the nobles agitated.
"You have a choice. And I demand you make it before leaving this room"
The murmuring didn't stop. The general reached behind him, clutching a kneeling slave by the hair he drug the boy and pushed him under the table and set a foot on him to keep him from moving.
Luc watched this insubordination. "Maq?"
Mag, who had been grouped with his masters, the seven, turned to the prince. Obviously surprised. Clueless as to why his name had been uttered.
"Would you help that slave to return to his former position with his brother slaves?.....Please"
Maq was still clueless.
"Kill the general and let the boy return to his kin"
Maq was frozen. The thought racing through his mind : 'impossible'. He knew he was addressed by his ultimate master; that his actions are mandated by his very existence. But he was a sex slave....not a murderer!!
He gazed beseechingly at the prince.
After a pause, Luc smiled at the trembling boy.
"General you are relieved of duty. You are to report to the nearest dairy and present yourself for service."
The general stood fast, looking at the nobles for support. Getting none, he removed his boot from the sex slave's throat. He stood alone trying to appear proud and unaffected.
The general was escorted by his own guards out of the great room. The slave rose and returned to his kneeling position with the others. Luc adressed the remaining nobles: "Your choice is this: chastity or the dairy. Decide now!! "
Those seated at the table traded looks, trying to find some kind of consensus to refuse the scurrilous demands of the prince.
"Guards!! Take these scum to the dungeons. We'll give them the rest of the day to choose.....unless I make their choice for them."
Ramos's hands had been holding his face during the entire affair. Luc and the consorts comforted him as he sobbed. The King's loud sobbing filled the giant room, the sex slaves too embarrassed to watch.
Luc rested a hand on his father's shoulder.
"You have not failed, father. You are the hero of this kingdom. Slaves will no longer be mistreated."
With those words spoken, all in the room knew that for the first time in history a slave had become ruler of Doemos and the eleven other realms of the kingdom.
