He laid, tethered on the large bed. The smell was rife and oddly exhilarating; Luc's night of sex with his newly proclaimed father and his seven personal sex slaves (who he treated with kindness, not what a slave was taught to expect from a master).
Luc wondered if he had slept. He remembered all the sex, every one of the seven and especially his father. He felt the seed oozing from his ass, tasted it in his mouth. The room smelled of it.
He had had three orgasms. One when his father fucked him while his red headed sex slave sucked the seed from him. The red head then kissed Luc passionately, sharing his first seed of the night with the the new Prince. The second rapidly having been sucked from his ass was that of his father, the King.
Yesterday the lowest of slaves, today a Prince. Luc knew it was too good to be true. But if all he ended up being was like one of the seven; that would be fine by him. Not kneeling, he thought, would be a habit that might take a while to break.
His training was like that of all those bred to be slaves, with the exception of a thorough education on the ways to sexually please his master. The outside world was never introduced or even mentioned. The few times he was taken from the schooling center, it was in a closed carriage to the bleak inside of the kings castle. No one was allowed to speak to the slaves in training nor were slaves allowed to speak, even to each other. The only real speaking they did was when learning the language they would be expected to understand. That language was limited to understanding those commands they would likely to be given. Reading and writing was only taught to those slaves who needed it in their future service not to lowly sex slaves. There lives, they were told, would be short. Sex slaves, once their masters bacame tired of them would simply replace them. The master could gift his sex slaves to another noble or even a freeman. Or he could simply dispose of them.
King Ramos stood in the pillow room doorway. His seven slave boys all lay asleep. A soft purr was heard.
Three boys had exposed morning hard-ons and four lay face down with their butt cheeks prominently displayed. A light breeze ruffled the slave boys's hair and as the coolness reached the upturned asses the cheeks clenched.
Ramos noticed Luc had joined him. The prince smiled at the buffet in front of them both. Luc looked at the King’s semi-hard cock, he grasped it tenderly and eyed his father.
Ramos smiled and nodded. Luc in turn kneeled in front of the large cock and held its large head in his mouth, then looked at Ramos.
The king had expected the prince to suck out his first royal load of the day but instead the boy just kept eye contact and offered a crooked smile. Ramos then realized his prince was asking to relieve the royal bladder. The king king's eye brows raised in questioning, the boy nodded.
Luc swallowed, barely keeping up with the kings great quantity of piss. Sensing his father was finished he turned his gaze in expectation of finding a smiling appreciative look but saw a cross look beaming down at him.
Ramos shoved his cock back into Luc's throat and began a furious fucking. After several minutes Ramos abruptly withdrew and looked on the still surprised countenance of his son.
"Which hole shall I fill for you?" Ramos glanced at the still sleeping seven, waiting for Luc to make his choice.
"The King's choice is also mine, sire"
Ramos gazed around the room, acting as if he was deciding which ass to take his seed. Smiling down at Luc, "How about the closest?"
Ramos knelt to put his tongue in the slave’s prospective hole, spreading the small cheeks slightly.
"Mmm....seed, a bit of butt juice and strawberry douche....very tasty.....but I won't empty it myself. That's for you, I shall only add my morning load and you can feast or fuck......or both!"
Luc watched as his father plunged deep into the once sleeping boy. Ramos put a foot on the boy's face and pushed him into the pillows; his groans were still heard, though barely.
Ramos's morning load was massive in comparison to those during the day. He was glad Luc would be the one to savor it. He felt his son's hand on his butt cheek, first just caressing then searching the royal crack for the hole. As Ramon slowed down he felt his son's tongue jab repeatedly into his hole.
By now, the other boys were awake and watching. All six hoping their master would favor their holes next. They began stroking themselves.
Ramos slowed while his ass was being made love to; a wave and gesture sent the dick-hardened boys to spit roast the red headed slave. The king painfully took his time until the last slave had added his seed, his favorite's would be a morning treat.
Luc stopped eating Ramos's ass as the king began a furious ramming of the slave boy's hole. A rigid Ramos stifled a great groan as his seed left his penis. Pushing inward hard, he relaxed and sighed; he slowly removed his cock. Waving Luc over, he directed the boy’s head to the hole the royal cock was emerging from.
A quick suck and kiss of his father's cock and the prince's tongue was stanching the white creamy flow oozing from the boy's ass.
Ramos moved to the red haired boy and knowing the king's morning delight raised his ass high to receive Ramos's tongue. Another gesture and the brown eyed boy took his turn on the royal ass to continue what Luc had started.
The last four boys lounged on the pillows, their dicks now semi-hard from having just fucked the redhead. and watched the royals savor their slaves's asses. They felt the familiar surge of building lust ; the boys eyed each other and in silent agreement stroked themselves until their master gave them another blessing to do more.
They squeezed some final drops from their flagging penises and tasted their seed then began to stroke.
The two royals sat in lounge chairs each flanked by lemonade and iced tea rectal dispensers. Both had hands on the dispeners's dicks, slowly stroking them to hardness. The red haired boy bobbed up and down in Ramon's lap as one of the seven laid under the prince's lounge eating his princes's ass. The throat gurgle from the king's lap and the slurping noise from the prince’s ass made a sound both royals feel so carnal they both grinned. Luc began a slow stroking of his own dick.
The one slave boy not employed servicing the royals stood against the balustrade jacking his dick, his ass was sliding in and out of a wooden phallus having been attached to the wall. As he appeared to get closer to shooting his seed he was mandated to stop for a count of fifty and then continue edging himself while still hammering his prostate on the wooden cock.
"How long do we want him to jack?" The Prince asked his father.
"Well, let's wait until his face starts to turn red" Ramos laughed knowing the jacking boy could hear. The boy knew as well; these games usually lasted from lunch until almost dinner time. And always ended with a before supper orgy as well as an after dessert romp.
Ramos gestured for the red headed boy and the brown eyed boy to stand at the terrace balustrade.
Pointing, "Your name will be Red " the red haired boys face blossomed into a surprised smile. Pointing to the other boy, and you we'll call Brown-Eyes". The second boy gripped "Red's hand and squeezed, his face showing tears of happiness.
"You two will handle the affairs of these chambers. Namely who deals with me in the morning and who gets tethered at night. Your names are to only be used in our chambers…..only!!!” Looking at the other boys, "You'll be named as well, give me time.....or better yet Luc will do the honors since he was the first one to enter as a slave and be named."
The boys smiled at the Prince, who smiled back reassuringly. He would allow them to name themselves.
"But do not let anyone hear these names. Slaves, as you know are never named. One of the primary laws of the kingdom. My father once hung a slave's master in his plaza and publicly killed the slave."
The boys were horrified.
"I'd never do that. I believe most who live here are aware of the law and I'm sure slave names are used in private."
Marshram was announced, the King having requested his ritual morning meeting.
"So Marshram what news?"
"Good morning, your highness. I have several items of interest "
"Call me 'your highness' again and it'll be the plaza!!" Ramos hoped Marshram would know he was kidding.
"The news sire is that your father's nobles are being held in the reception chamber and your father is secure in our closest dairy."
"My brothers have been notified of the change in .....kingdom leadership?"
"Yes sire, all of them. I expect their responses very soon. Have you decided how we should proceed?"
"Still working on it. Bring the two "brothers" to the reception chamber, but don't bring them in until I let you know I'm ready for them. I want to see if they recognize each other. If they do then we may have to make an example of them."
Marshram gave a slight bow and left.
"Luc, you'll come with me to interrogate my father's advisors. We want to see if they were aware of the two brothers that my father was hiding from me."
Ramos addressed the seven, "And you all stay here and edge yourselves ....or each other....until we return. Big loads!! We want big loads when we get back"
The seven nobles/advisors to Philleus stood nervously around the plush chamber. Ramos heard them talking in hushed tones as he and Luc entered.
"I'm glad you all could break away from your busy day to meet with us here today. I know most of you from the years I spent in my father's house; two or three new faces I see. Well, I'll keep this short. My question to you is first: why did no one contact me or my brothers about father's decline into madness? And secondly: did you know about the two 'sons' he had that were called my brothers?"
Ramos stood naked before the heavily dressed group, his hand resting on Luc's shoulder.
The group was silent.
"Have you seen these before? Any of you?" Ramos stood next to a knight's armor and weapons hanging decoratively on the wall.
There were hushed responses from the seven stately men. Ramos removed the sword from the display.
"This I held as I trained for my knighthood in my father's Royal Guard. This blade has sliced through many slave necks during that training" Ramos lied. He walked to the nearest noble; the man's face had gone pale.
"Do you have answers for me Velios?"
"Uh sire....we were not allowed to meddle in your father's affairs.....I....really don't...."
Ramos raised the sharp blade and shoved it into Velios's chest, piercing his heard then protruding from his back.
Ramos raised a foot and pushed the body from his sword. He approached the next closest noble of his father's house, holding out his hand.
"Your robe, please"
Stunned, the noble removed his regal looking robe and handed it it to Ramos, who then cleaned the blood from his sword.
"Can you answer my questions?"
The second man was speechless, his face frozen in fear. He raised his hands plaintively and stepped back. Ramos took one step and impaled the man as he had Velios; this time the sword pulled easily from the twitching body as it fell to the floor. Ramos cleaned his sword and threw the man’s robes on the prone bodies. He stepped to the next man.
"Master Ramos!! I can tell you everything I know. Please, Master!!”
"Speak!!"
"We were afraid for our lives, Master Ramos. We knew little of what your father planned. But we all knew he was becoming......infirm. .....he had spies in the castle. We were all afraid of his vengeance if we contacted you or your brothers." The noble was on his knees. His hands clasped as he pleaded. "Please good master, have mercy on me"
"You?? You don't care about your partners in deception?" Ramos gestured to the remaining nobles who were all in a tight group.
The kneeling man wept as he continued pleading. Ramos raised his bloody sword and stabbed the kneeling noble through the neck.
He stepped to the group.
"Give me your robe" Ramos demanded of the next closest noble.
