Ramos and his brother Lamico drank their tea through straws protruding from two young slave's assholes, as had become their afternoon ritual. Ramos had been diddling with his ice tea boy's dick and balls. Idly massaging the scrotum and stroking the dick which Ramos' brain had not registered had become rock hard.
"My Iced tea has an interesting yet familiar back taste this morning " said Lamico. " I'll bet you are the one behind that"
"Brother, just a little thank you for these ingenious slave holders" Ramos said while continuing to stroke the beverage slave's dick, now fully conscious of what he was doing.
The 'slave holder' was a simple piece of furniture which placed the slave's butt in a convenient location for consuming one's tea or coffee stored in the young asses while still having easy access to the slave's genitals. As Ramos just discovered.
"Brother, my hand is covered with this slave's seed. How clever!!"
Lamico had also been playing with a slave while his finger was exploring the now supposedly empty beverage holder. "Taste this."
Lamico handed Ramos the straw he was using.
Ramos smiled, knowing what his brother was tasting. He tasted the end of the straw which had been inside the slave. "Ah yes, ambrosia, the elixir of the gods...if there were any...my morning libation; this boy produces a bit more butt juice than some of the others. Makes the tea quite tasty. ."
"I forgot you like to drain your room slaves after they drain you". The brothers chuckled. They shared similar carnality. "My jaw gets too tired these days." Lamico lamented.
"Not enough usage. I frequently have their seed deposited in each others butt. That way I get the trifecta: young boy seed, young boy butt juice and the strawberry flavor from their douche. It's much tastier that way anyway. " Ramos had just this morning had three slaves fuck his mouth to their completion then sucked the seed of the other four from their assholes.
At the moment Ramos, his jerking having become more vigorous after tasting his brothers straw, he now had his own hand filled with his slave's seed. He offered it first to his brother, who was still licking his own fingers. Holding his hand in the air, a young slave hurried to clean his master's hand.
The young slaves were all kneeling, out of sight, ready to serve their master. Ramos raised a fist to display his thumb and smallest finger; almost instantly the red haired boy was on his knees before Ramos. They shared a smile and the boy took his master's cock into his mouth. Ramos pushed the boys head to his crotch and buried his cock deep in the young throat.
Lamico had one of his own slaves sucking his cock the whole morning , with orders to edge only.
The red haired boy's face , the part that wasn't already employed, smiled up at his master. He knew now from these last days he was the favorite among the seven. This delighted the young slave but also frightened him. Schooling had taught him this was not unusual, for a master to favor one slave over another. The training also made them aware this rarely lasted.
The two brothers talked distractedly, their hands on their slave's head. First just resting and running their fingers through the hair, but slowly the mouth fucking became faster; the brothers forcing deeper and faster into the young throats.
Both smiling, the brothers knew this was to be a competition. The red haired boy had been his master's favorite for this game and each day tried harder to bring out Ramos's seed first.
Making eye contact the message was sent that Ramos didn't want to win the race today. The slave squinted to convey his understanding.
With a loud howl of both pleasure and thrill of success, Lamico held the slaves face hard to his abdomen.
"Well done Lamico, for once your older...and...better... brother allowed you to win."
"That's two times this week, what are you playing at?"
Ramos raised a hand to summon his room attendant "Bring us Marshram.....and Ceros"
The attendant scurried off to comply.
"It's been too long since we sent out emissaries to the capital; we should have heard something by now. No word from the new ambassadors either. I fear they now reside in our father's dungeon or are hanging by their balls in his plaza."
"At least he hasn't sent any body parts yet."
Ramos eyed his brother "we received Blanos's cock and balls this morning; they were stuffed inside the mouth of his severed head"
Lamico was clearly astounded. "Our own father killed one of our nobles ....an ambassador no less?" He sat staring out at the city, speechless. "And you waited all day to tell me this??!!"
"We expect a message to be delivered with the body. I thought one last morning together in peace and tasting young cum would be nice" Ramos said.
Lamico was visibly distressed by the news and irritated at his brother, Ramos knew some of that was directed at him and would pass but the majority of it was surely for their father. It had been many years since Philleus had used such a cruel tactic of intimidation.
Ramos had forgotten to dismiss the slaves and as an afterthought did so. He patted the red haired boys head who had obviously overheard the conversation; for a fleeting moment fearing he may be forced to have all these sex slaves ....disposed of.
Ramos had always trusted his slaves, and so far had never been betrayed. What could possibly have been an upside to such a traitorous act? His slaves were among the most fairly treated in the kingdom. He now thought that might be the reason his father was cracking down on his 'delinquent' sons.
"You should tell Armo to expect to receive your ambassador the same way."
Lamico nodded, his demeanor having rapidly changed to one of despair. "I can't believe this."
Lamico rose and leaned into the balustrade. "Father's lying and keeping things from us, probably thinks we'll war with him. And now he's reverted to killing and mutilating, and on top of all of that YOU'RE KEEPING ALL THIS FROM ME!!"
Ramos rose and stood next to his brother, "I didn't say anything because I wanted it to not be true, not because I wanted to hide it"
He draped an arm over Lamico's shoulder, only to replace it when his brother shook it off. This time Lamico didn't resist, and eventually leaned against Ramos. "I really can't believe this is happening. We've never been at war. Our knights and soldiers are for show. I don't even know if we have weapons"
Marshram had entered the chamber with another man similarly attired in the regal robes of the realm. This occasion was deemed to merit a more formal appearance than nakedness or near nakedness. . (When summoned to the lord's chamber, witnessing sex should be expected...one never knew if an invitation to join would be offered.) The room attendant had returned earlier, Ramos motioned for the slave to stay.
"I couldn't help but overhear, sire. But yes we have weapons. The General can elaborate." Marshram announced, openly deferring to the second noble, Ceros.
Clearing his throat first , Ceros "My Lord, when ordered to form an army I assumed you meant to equip and train them as soldiers as well "
Ramos was embarrassed and painfully trying to disguise it, "Of course.......of course..." he waved his hand and the attendant approached. "Take the seven to the pillow room and stay there until I call for you" The attendant hesitated, wide eyed. The master had never been without an attendant slave present.
"GO!!NOW!!"
The attendant left, a bit befuddled by his master's command.
"We received the remaining.....uh....remains of Ambassador Blanos . No message has yet been found among the ....uh.....pieces." Marshram said taking his cue when the slaves exited the chamber. "In years past your father would use this statement as a declaration of war.......sire....."
"War??? Is there anyone in this realm who even understands what that word means? We've never seen war, much less ever been at war. ..." Ramos began to nervously pace the terrace. "....who would we war against? Our own brothers?....our own father.? We all carry a remnant of each other's seed!!!"
"And Lord Lanico, a messenger slave has just been admitted through the city gates." Marshram said.
"Oh god!! I hate to hear the news he brings" Lamico returned to his lounge chair, disengaging himself from his brother's spontaneous and unexpected embrace. Ramos's had moved one hand to Lanico's semi-hard cock and another to his butt in search of his brother's prostate.
Ramos, Lanico and Armo laid together most often growing up, each learning how to calm the other down. Ramos was attempting to calm his brother. Not arouse him.
After more discussion about armies and wars and those things these two Lords had never experienced, they retreated to the bedchamber. Ceros had been dismissed to re-station his men around the city to the general's great relief. One of his slaves had inadvertently let his teeth graze the General's cock. He could still feel the bite, though mostly psychological . That slave was now in the plaza hanging by his balls after having all his teeth removed.
To quell his anxiety Lamico knelt and took Marshram's cock in his mouth.
The noble sat in a chair while Lanico bobbed up and down on the massive, misshapen cock.
There were no slaves to be seen; a rare moment in Ramos's chamber. Marshram took note.
A rap on the chamber door jamb alerted them that Lanico's messenger had arrived.
Lanico released Marshram's cock just as the seated noble shot his seed.
"So sorry 'My Lord, couldn't hold back any longer. Maybe I should have let you know "
"No worries." Ramos said as he bent to help his brother clean Marshram's thigh, monster cock and surrounding area. In these moments of uncertainty, sex was a welcome distraction.
Lanico opened the door to see a familiar face, one of his personal slaves. He was relieved at the arrival but concerned why they didn't send a house slave as would be the normal practice.
The slave bowed and entered, eyeing his master on his knees with Marshrams cock in his mouth, he was surprised and momentarily distracted. Despite the gruesome occasion a grin briefly graced the slave's face. He carried a wooden box with the king's seal on the top.
"Oh my....any idea what's inside?" Lanico asked his slave.
"I've seen it, sire. Be aware it is quite gruesome" the slave was trembling.
"Set the thing down before you drop it, slave"
He obeyed, "Your brother, Armo sent a verbal message as well, master"
The slaves face contorted, he was not sure how to proceed. "Yes. Yes. I know my fucking twin like I know my own cock.......just spit it out!!" Said an irritated Lanico.
The slave cleared his throat, "Not a gift, my twin, so don't suck it. It came with an invitation. Seriously brother: trust me this once you fucking asshole: DON'T OPEN THE FATHERFUCKING BOX"
"Well, I can guess what's inside. Why did he send it anyway? If he didn't want me to see what's in it?"
Ramos chucked unhumorously, "Because he knew you would, regardless; and if he hadn't he knew he'd never hear the end of it"
"I don't want to but I think I should for some reason" Lamico cautiously rose.
Ramos picked up the box and sniffed, "A couple days old. ....besides he told you what it was in his verbal message......you always enjoyed eating and sucking ass so I think you'll see your ambassador's carved out butthole".
Marshram couldn't contain his mirth. "My apologies My Lord but that was an......is an .....impressive statement."
Lamico glared at the man whose cock Ramos had bent to finish cleaning. "Grisly is what it is". Turning to his slave. "Take the box and destroy it......no no no. We must add it to his pyre"
"Do you think anyone cares?.... I mean besides you?" Ramos had risen, wiping spots of Marshrams's seed from his lips.
"Clear the room please" Ramos put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Rest, go suck a few slave asses. We'll send a joint message to Armo and wait for a copy of the invitation".
Lamico nodded and left.
The pillow room was just that. Entirely filled with pillows of all fabrics, shapes, sizes and purposes. The room was assigned to the seven. Today Ramos's room slave stood outside the entrance. As Ramos entered he flashed his room slave a glance which he hoped betrayed an unspoken apology.
"I need all of you in the bedchamber"
Turning to leave he rested his hand on the room slave's shoulder for a moment.
"Oh, slaves, don't remove your butt plugs"
"So what exactly was in my brother's box?" Ramos asked of Marshram.
"His ambassador's rectum had been removed and filled the severed cocks and balls of what we.......I......believe to be of his entire retinue"
"Burn it!!"
"Yes, sire "
"Tell me Marshram, what are we to do about this calamity? My father's apparent madness?"
"You are the oldest, my Lord, the heir. Take what is yours. Your brothers will fall in line. "
Ramos stroked his cock absently "Bring me the servant who brought Lamico's box. I want him to spy for us."
"To spy on Lamico and Armo?"
"Yes. I need to be certain that they are with me if we actually decide to war with father."
