"Marshram!! Good morning and what's the news of the day?"
Ramos was on his terrace holding the red headed slave to his crotch, a tea-boy on his right and a lemonade-boy to his left. Straws in each boy's asshole, within Ramos's easy reach. He'd also been pumping the beverage boys's dicks while deep throating the third, the red haired slave. Four more handsome naked slaves boys gazing at the panoramic city view, their jewel plugged asses on display for the master.
"Good morning, sire, it appears the king's army was not as fearsome as we believed . Mostly slaves, they are actually defecting and fleeing the king's city to other realms in droves."
"Send messages to all the realms telling them what we've learned and schedule a meeting here to discuss the final strategy."
"Yes, sire. Have you decided what we should do with the two traitors?"
At that moment the lemonade-boy treated his master with a fistful of slave-boy seed. Surprised and delighted he offered Marshram his cum coated fingers. The noble hesitated,
"It's from one of my seven, you sure you want to decline?"
Marshram took Ramos's hand and licked the white creamy discharge from the Regent's open fist.
"Well, leave me some you greedy pig" Ramos blurted playful.
"Thank you sire that was a rare privilege."
"Have Ceros bring the traitors, my new 'brothers' , to me along with twelve of his guards. Zella should be present as well. ......and whichever route Ceros takes here be sure they pass the plaza....slowly, I want the traitors to see their possible punishment "
"Yes sire".
Another one of the seven quickly took the lemonade-boy's place, offering a fresh rectum full of the beverage as well as a fresh billable dick. The ritual was that any beverage left in a rectum was to be sucked out by the remaining slaves. A scene Ramos enjoyed watching and hearing immensely.
Turning to his attendant room slave "Time for croissants I think. Have the cook send enough for everyone here, the bakery workers are to frost them.....and....leave two unfrosted"
The attendant stopped in front of his master, "For those to soon be arriving as well, master?"
"Good suggestion, yes, enough for everyone."
The attendant returned his master's smile and left. "You stay there and help!!" Ramos shouted to the room slave.
At that moment the tea-boy coated his master's hand with seed. "Ah, perfect timing "
Ramos tapped the red haired boy's head, his hand held out for his favorite sex slave. The boy slave licked the fingers tentatively then watched as the rest was wiped onto his master's cock. After sucking the fingers clean the boy resumed his original position and proceeded to continue edging Ramos, using his brother sex slaves's cum as throat lube.
The master was pleased. Three boys attending his person, two having their rectums emptied of beverage and two fresh rectums's full and ready for his enjoyment. He settled back on his lounge and savored the moment. The red haired boys throat hosting his cock and two new semi hard docks to fondle and milk
The kitchen was frantically preparing Ramos's order. The croissants took little time to bake but the cream frosting was more difficult. The kitchen staff all obeyed the baker and emptied their balls first but too many remained unfrosted.
Ramos's attendant realized why he was told to attend; second seed loads were ordered from the staff but needed to be fucked to encourage the process. As soon as one massive tray was completed it was rushed to the Lord's chamber, the rest arrived as soon as castle slaves were rounded up to bless the pastry with their cum.
Ramos's chambers was filled with the smell of the freshly baked pastries; the topping was plentiful enough to add a saltiness to the aroma.
The nobles arrived with the two 'brothers', the traitors, their hands tied behind their backs, their ankles hobbled by chains.
Ramos let the group watch while the seven slaves emptied their balls onto their master's croissants. Entreating all to enjoy the bakery delights, Ramos himself shared his two treats with the seven boy slaves after they frosted them.
The two traitorous brothers were not able to nor asked to partake. They in fact looked appalled as the slaves slathered their seed on the pastry for their master.
Ramos regarded them curiously, "You were not raised with personal sex slaves, were you?"
The two shook their heads. Their faces were filled with dread.
This was the first time Ramos had a good look at them. One was shorter, one was tall and heavy like Xxamon; both were moderately endowed. "Showers or growers?"
The two prisoners looked confused by the inquiry. Ramos shook his head. "No matter. I haven't decided what to do with you two....what are your.names?"
A soldier assigned to the two brothers removed the rags gagging their mouths.
"Well?.....WHAT ARE YOUR FUCKING NAMES??" Ramos rose and approached the two. Neither spoke, the short 'brother' began wetting himself. "Ok, .....it really doesn't matter...."
A strangled, raspy voice, "You're going to kill us aren't you?" One of them said. Not raising his eyes from the floor.
"Well I certainly want to" replied Ramos. "I'd like to hang you in the plaza til your balls are eaten by the birds." Ramos took the prisoner's cocks in his hand. "Hmmph. Whenever one of my brothers touched my cock, it couldn't help but grow to erection. Yours feel like dead fish" Ramos began pacing in front of the bound traitors and the assembled crowd of nobles and knights. "You're all dismissed. You two stay." He pointed to the bound traitors.
"You'll give your account of what happened in my father's realm.....refuse....and we'll hear your voices as the birds pick seeds off your honey coated balls" The attending soldier took the two away. Marshram was to interrogate the two; Ramos was sure he'd become too angry regardless of what they said.
"Boys, I'm thirsty!"
Before Ramos used the straws he used a finger in each butt hole to taste his refreshment. The red haired boy was nursing his semi-hard cock, trying to make eye contact with his master. Ramos was lost in thought. His meeting with the new 'brothers' had not gone as planned.
When he had touched the prisoners's cock he couldn't help but feel how similar they were to their father's. His father.
When Ramos was still in his father's castle with the other eleven, being the oldest he was most often visited by his father at night. Ramos craved his father's attention; when he was chosen to take his evening's final load he knew he was the favorite. Other nights he would lay with his various sex slaves; the nights he chose Ramos were treasured memories now.
These new brothers may have their mother's eyes but they definitely had their father's cock.
"Master, your supper is ready, sire."
Broken from his reverie, Ramos saw the tray set next to him. "Hungry boys?"
