Xxamon was huge. Six feet tall and muscled where his brothers were slight build and weighed nothing in comparison. He had not inherited much from his father but for his love of sex. Kinky sex, brazen and wanton.
"No!!! And I mean it!!! These boys are mine. All seven dicks and fourteen holes. None of which you can have!" Ramos had greeted this brother moments earlier, each grabbing and squeezing the others balls. A family greeting ritual
"Ok. Ok okaaaaaay!!! You win....but not my seven....NOT TODAY NOT EVER!!!"
"Right. Yours yours yours. You always were the greedy bastard". Xxamon wrapped an arm around his brother "I hear you have clever beverage dispensers. Well, I'm parched. "
Xxamon stroked the stiff dick hanging below the thrice filled asshole. First iced tea, then coffee, and now ice tea again.
"I know this flavor Ramos, how decadently shameless you have become. Dare I ask who this delicious elixir came from? "
"Kitchen slave, baker. Also tops his fresh-from-the-oven croissants with it. Huge loads, I've been thinking of gifting him to my seven for a few hours one of these......."
"Gifting your slaves? You've definitely lost your mind. Our father talks of killing slaves when they reach a certain age and you treat them like visiting royalty" Xxamon laughed and flattened a slave's face to his abdomen, gagging the young slave.
"Have to push pretty hard to hear that don't you brother? "-
"Just because you have the biggest cock doesn't mean you can throw in our faces all the time."
"You used to love me throwing it in your face...." Ramos chuckled.
"Never growing up are you?"
"You should talk, your hand is about to be covered in that slave's seed while drinking out of a slave's ass with another slave gagging on your peepee" Ramos knew he'd pay for what he just said. Hoping so. The gagging and sloshing from his brother's lap continued.
Marshram had just shot a load of seed into the brown eyed boy's mouth. The boy looked up to Marshram for further instructions.
"Swallow if your master says ok"
"No, don't swallow. Spit it onto my brother's peepee, his slave may need his throat lubed"
The brown eyed boy smiled at his master as he deposited Marshram's seed.
"I want one or two or six of these boys Ramos. For all your shit-talking I believe you owe me"
Xxamon sat on the bed, his slave between his legs. "Get up, lay on the bed." The slave moved into a position where his head hung over the edge; Xxamon straddled his neck and began a furious almost too blurry to look at fucking of the young slave's mouth. With a glance at one of his other slaves, he now had fingers probing his own rectum. The jackhammering of the slave's throat was unnerving to Marshram and Ramos both, their stares were fixed on the peculiar show. With a choking moan the big man pulled out from his slaves's mouth and emptied his seed onto the boy's face. Reaching behind he slapped the hand away and nodded to his third slave. "Come help clean this up"
The slaves cleaned their master's fingers and cock then licked the prodigious amount of cum having been smeared on the still prone slave's face. Marshram noted the two cleaners started with the boys eyes, which he had apparently been ordered to keep open. 'They've all been there' the noble concluded.
marshram coughed to get the brother’s attention "Sire , we now have two spies in the kings castle. The loading dock, but they have retrieved a bit of interesting news. Having offered asses to the freemen there, they say their presence was unchallenged."
"So they get fucked, what's the news?" Xxamon bellowed, waving his slaves away out of the room. He glowered at Ramos for not doing the same with his attendant and the seven.
"They say there is no evidence of the two brothers."
"That's not new. We've been hearing that for a month!!" Ramos was holding his cock; a sure sign of his anxiety over the situation.
"Sire, this part is new.....your father has enlisted most slaves in his realm into his army"
"Again!! We've heard this" Ramos began pacing his chamber.
"Yes, sire, but....."
"But. But. But. We need to know if these phantom brothers plan to take over my realm!!!"
Ramos was startled when his attendant slave touched his shoulder. An unheard of action by one deemed "as worthless as any other slave".
Ramos's stunned look frightened the slave into stammering , "perhaps they are already here. In the citadel, the castle. I've seen faces I've never seen before" the attendant retreated to his spot against a wall.
"New faces?"
Ramos looked at Marshram.
"New slaves? We receive slaves every month don't we?"
"Yes, sire. We'll receive six in two days. They were to have just left the schooling center"
Ramos addressed his attendant "Get Zella”
Zella stood barely inside the doorway to Ramos's chambers.
"How many new slaves have we received over the last six months?"
Zella leaned on a cane, not having been entreated to sit.
"Under fifty I believe. We average six per month. "
"Get Cero's help, round them all up and put them in the dungeon. Just let them wait"
"Sire, finding fifty slaves among all those in the city......"
"Only those in the citadel" Raged Ramos.
After the nobles and Xxamon had left Ramos faced his attendant.
"You blatantly embarrassed me in front of my brother and the others. I should have you hanging in the plaza until your balls turn black and fall off."
"Yes, master. I'll go get the executor....."
"However your observation may lead us to some answers. Henceforth you are allowed to interrupt whenever necessary"
The attendant blushed and smiled broadly. "Thank you, master"
"Now what of our seven?"
"I moved them last night, I'm certain no one saw. They were cloaked, inconspicuous "
"Where are they now?" Ramos asked.
"A ......properly prepared room .....in the lower level , master"
The attendant cowered and edged himself back towards the wall.
"My seven most prized possessions are in the ......dungeon?"
"Well hidden sire, I tend to them personally "
Ramos glared. "And no one should be curious why my personal room attendant is frequenting the lower stinking regions of the castle?" Ramos was incensed but was formulating an idea.
There were 43 slaves standing in a cell in the dungeon. Sweating, hungry, thirsty. And scared shitless. They'd been there for the better part of the day. The smell and heat was enough to make anyone pass out. They laid on the filthy concrete floor.
"If you don't know who I am: I'm Ramos your master's master. Lord of the land. Regent of Doedos. We're going to ask you all some questions, that's all. Nothing to be too concerned over." Ramos gestured for his nobles and freemen chosen to interrogate this bunch, “Now you know what we're looking for, don't damage anything too severely " he gave a menacing glance to the gathered slaves.
Ramos considered the dungeon population; they were all watching intently.
After the interrogations Ramos, Xxamon and several nobles with their assistants sat at the long table. No slaves were permitted except that Ramos's red haired boy, whose head was seen bobbing in his lap.
"Zella, what did you learn from the interrogations?"
"I lead twelve interrogations and found no reason to find any of them were lying."
"Gayl?, "
" Yes sire. I found all but one credible. I handle real slaves each day. By the time their balls carry their entire weight they break. The man I questioned was completely different from any other. It looked to me like his balls were hanging by a thread". The nobles all chuckled at the executor's witticism. And they all sat staring in anticipation of him pointing out this suspicious slave. "The fifth man questioned by minister Zella."
Zella rose and looked stricken. "How dare you contradict a noble; A freeman? One step above a slave? I won't listen to any more of this."
Zella held the back of the chair with one hand while his other held his cane. "I'm not staying for your damn inquisition." He moved toward the door until two soldiers took his arms and shackled them behind his back."The king will hear of this Ramos. He already knows how defiant you are, it won't surprise him at all. His armies will come for you, you're traitors........"
With a nod, a soldier strapped a gag in Zella's mouth. He continued ranting but was well muted, the ministers at the table found the old man amusing. At a glance from Ramos Zella was turned to face the wall.
After a briefing on the remaining slaves and once Zella was taken away, the interrogation was adjourned.
"When Arno arrives take him to my quarters, and we'll need to make arrangements for his entourage, it's always larger than his brother's. And Marshram, he'll have a prisoner with him. Jail him with the one Gayl identified. Set others free "
In his bedchamber, Ramos had gathered the seven to celebrate the capture of the two traitorous brothers; despite the great member of questions that so far were unanswered. An escape with his seven sex slaves seemed the perfect diversion.
So far they tried a new dalliance of Ramos's evil and kinky mind. A type of rope basket had been hung over the large bed. The basket moved up and down and could spin wildly. Ramos wanted one of the boys to climb into the basket with his asshole and junk protruding from the bottom. His nine inches would host each boy while the basket spun and was pulled slightly up and down. After a few tries, they had it nailed. The brown eyed boy was first.
Ramos gawked as this boy's perfect pink bottom as it was lowered and soon had the whole of Ramos's cock in his ass. The basket was then spun one way and then another, the laughter rose and the boy in the basket would wobble away for another boy slave to take his place and enjoy. Ramos's wasn't sure who was enjoying it more, him or the slaves.
He was beginning to have a difficult time seeing them as slaves.
When all had spun , the red haired boy asked if his master would like a turn in the basket.
Ramos took a dizzying basket ride while seven slave boys all fucked him; he decided he was getting too close to the young boys. He then concluded that he didn't care.
Four boys had succeeded in seeding their master's butt; three stood ready to take their turn.
"No, you three fuck the ones that already shot their seed, then bring their cum filled asses so I can suck them clean"
Obeying, the red haired boy was first to fuck one boy with his butthole angled straight up. To fuck the boy, the red haired boy ended up fucking straight down; exactly what the bottom was hoping for. The ejected load was then carried to the master's mouth via a cummy asshole. This happened two more times. Ramos lay amid the giggling teenagers, the cummy bunch of flesh made an impressive pile. So much so that the room attendant jacked off twice, licking his fingers clean each time. The eight exhausted bodies slept as they laid.
"This is ridiculous, Ramos. Tea being sucked out of a slave's ass? How did such a perverted idea germinate in your sexuality tormented
Brain?" Arno reclined with Ramos and
Xxamon but was the only one not sucking on the provided straw. His hand, like his brother’s , was wrapped around his iced-tea slave's dangling penis.
"One the tradesmen in the city developed these handy holders at your brother's behest. perfect for terrace tea time. A freeman, used to be a baker in the castle kitchens. Not as creative in the kitchen as he is with his hands. You should taste the tea, it's a special blend."
"These 'dispensers' come already seasoned. I'm having the tradesman make me a few to take back to Ankoga." Xxamon said as he ordered a refill of his tea.
"Ramos, I know it was you who picked the room slaves for my chamber. I'm sure my twin or any of my brothers here (a sidelong glance at Xxamon) would have fucked the shit out of both of them, I however demurred." Armo sounded quite proud of himself.
"So what did you do last night? Just jack off?" Ramos asked.
"No brother, I conferred with my own advisors about how to deal with our current situation" replied Armo.
"So you're here talking business without having emptied your balls?" Xxamon leaned forward almost knocking a slave to the floor. The boy's mouth popped as Xxamon's cock was abruptly pulled from his throat.
"Brothers!! We must make a plan to deal with our demented father" Armo was insistent.
"I think we have, we just haven't asked for your opinion yet " Ramos retorted, Xxamon was as surprised as Armo to hear this revelation.
"First, we must drain your balls Armo. I don't trust anyone who hasn't shot their morning load. And I have just the slave to do it!!"
A blond haired boy kneeled in front of Armo, and smiling slave boy began licking the noble brother’s flaccid cock. The slave's smile was enough to bring the member to erection. With an overly dramatic sigh Armo reclined and resigned to the gesture. In a few minutes the boys head was being skull fucked, evincing the entertaining gagging Ramos and Xxamon enjoyed. Their cock suckers were now gagging and the chorus of moans and choking brought about their ‘carnal cacophony’.
