Kingdom of Francia

This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica is set in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Ages. It wasn't heavily fantastical, meaning that I don't have any plan to include dragons, etc. yet. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might be unsuitable for certain people, such as relationships with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author hasn't envisioned. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave. Lastly, I welcome any input and feedback for future installments at gantengcks@gmail.com. And please support nifty to keep the site running and help author like me learning and keep publishing their work.

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Patrick had to give it to William for making the truly impressive carriage. It was huge making it hard to be maneuvered and requiring more horses to be carried around, but luckily, Louis got an equally impressive coach, Pierre the stablemaster. The carriage's exterior design was decorated with gold carvings making it look very opulent, there was even a stand at the front, behind the coach where Louis could stand if he chose to as the carriage moved. The inside was equally luxuriant with the curtains. It even had a built-in table, and the back seating could be pushed into a bed large enough for Patrick to bang the shit out of Louis. And when Louis could no longer hold the cum or his bladder inside, there was a built-in toilet as well at the back, behind the seating. William clearly knew what Patrick liked since he made the toilet wall out of thick, but visible glass. So as Louis shat into the hole leaving trails of cum and piss behind while the carriage moved, he could clearly see people outside staring at him expelling both his cum and Patrick's piss out of his ass. Patrick didn't mind pissing or even shitting while people saw him, but he just loved to make Louis do it especially because he knew Louis's cock would stay rock hard the entire time. Most of the time it was only his entourage who saw him, but when they were passing a town, Patrick made Louis take his break. He was delighted to see the peasants' faces who were expecting to see their magnificent emperor greeting and waving them as he passed. Instead, they saw the beautiful emperor naked as the day he was born shitting and pissing in his carriage, leaving his waste on their trail. They still cheered for him, but Louis could see a couple of them laughing at him. Thankfully, the knight was there to intimidate whoever laughed; yet, they did not attempt to cover Louis. In Patrick's defense, Louis's ass seemed to be ravenous afterward whenever Patrick made Louis do this, and Patrick loved an active and healthy asshole that can eat his dick alive.

At first, Louis tried to cover his body, but after a few more public shitting and poundings from Patrick, Louis no longer tried to cover his body. He even spread his legs wide to show his hard cock pissing or even cumming while he played with his tits. He also welcomed the stare more openly and confidently instead of being timid. The reaction from the people was also more "positive". They were still flabbergasted when they first saw Louis in his birthday suit, but his confidence and charming smile, as well as his beautiful body, charmed his way into even louder cheers. He still could see some people laughing at him, but there were more people from the peasants themselves siding with him. And they said pretty privilege isn't real.

Oh, and the carriage also had an opening behind the front seating where the coach's cock and balls hung. It had a sliding door that Louis could open whenever he was in the mood for some sweaty meaty balls while Patrick fed him his sausage from behind. Pierre could also open the door if he wished to, but Pierre decided to leave it open seeing how often Louis slid open the door. When they discovered the space was wide enough for Louis to lap on Pierre's ass, the sweaty musky hairy asshole was put on the menu. That was also when both Louis and Patrick, who were passionately fucking Louis from behind while embracing his man, discovered Pierre's rotten fart. Louis was lapping on Pierre's asshole while Patrick was kissing Louis's cheeks when Pierre's asshole suddenly opened and blasted them both with a stinking fart bomb.

"Fuck! Pierre! Are you trying to kill us!?"

Pierre heard Patrick scream, but he didn't feel the slider closed. In fact, he heard Patrick fucked Louis even more furiously. So he emptied his gas inside the carriage and did it regularly from then on. Pierre knew how those nobles secretly loved the musk of hardworking men, and Patrick, although he started as barbarian, he probably had become one of those posh sissy pigs.

The fart was the reason why he could fuck the slut Charlotte on his marital bed while his husband was sleeping beside them. All he needed to do was straddle the sleeping cuck face with his ass and gave him the infamous eau de Pierre.

The first time he did it, he was fucking Charlotte standing and carrying her with her hammered pussy right beside the sleeping Basile's face. The fuck suddenly woke up scaring the shit out of the much larger Pierre. The stablemaster turned around and farted out of fear. When he looked over his shoulder, after some quiet seconds passed, he noticed Basile's eyes were back closed. So Pierre made it his ritual to feed Basile his fart before and after he railed the cuck's wife, and he could do anything he wanted. His favorite position was fucking Charlotte on the cuck's face making it slick and wet. He knew from Charlotte the cuck would wake up with a smug smile on his face because he believed he was such a hottie Charlotte wet herself whenever she was in his presence, despite never lasting more than 2 minutes.

They had just passed a town and Patrick was restocking his cum inside Louis's ass when they heard a knock on the door. Patrick, of course, allowed the person in. The carriage didn't stop, they were moving slowly enough that there wasn't enough time left to stop. If they delay for a moment, then they could arrive late to Rome, not to mention the passage from Provence to Rome will be by the sea, and the sea is unpredictable. Thankfully, the steward, despite being old, hadn't lost his bearing in his youthful year. He opened the door and nimbly hopped from his horse into the carriage without any stumble.

"Am I interrupting something, my lord? I can come back later if you wish." Frederic said as his eyes were fixated on the spectacle in front of him.

Patrick was sitting on the carriage leisurely naked while his cock was implanted inside Louis who was rolled ass-up under him with his back against the front seating and legs under Patrick's. Patrick let the carriage rock his cock in and out of Louis while he relaxed, his favorite position whenever he just wanted to enjoy Louis's ass massage without any effort.

"Come in!" Patrick said, reaching over Louis's ass to pat the seat right across him.

Frederic obeyed and sat with Louis's ass in between his legs. His eyes never went away from the spanked reddish-white ass. He looked over the ass, between the legs and Patrick's cock, and saw Louis looking at him, biting his lips while pinching his nipples.

Frederic gulped, "Are you sure my lord? I can come some other time."

Patrick gave him a mischievous grin, "Nah. I have a better idea. Whipped out your cock."

"Pardon?" Frederic was waiting for Patrick to say he was joking, but he never did.

"Don't make me wait, Steward. You don't have a realm to keep you busy here, and you're no Ferdinand, the old fart. Yet you could rival him in his celibacy." Patrick closed his eyes as he felt Louis's ass clamp down on his cock when the carriage shook on a rough path.

"I meant no disrespect. I am a man and I can proudly say I am as active as you when I was a virile young man and no stranger to a man's ass. I am an Occitan, and our knights aren't as... reserved as the Frankish. Although I am still a great lover, as you see I am no longer young."

Patrick smirked, noticing the omission, "And yet you're still virile. Tell me, whose bitch you got pregnant?"

"I am afraid I cannot say. You have to understand, that while this is not a huge matter in my homeland, the Frankish court isn't as forgiving. I will lose my standing if they know."

"Well, don't fret. Your most magnificent slutty emperor and I are working on it. That being said, I think it's only right your emperor deserved something more from you, other than your loyalty, for the trouble he is getting to help you lazy asses just to get naked and fuck on the street." Patrick pulled out his cock, and spread open Louis's ass. He pushed Louis's body a bit forward so Frederic could see Louis's slutty hungry whore face while he twitched his asshole furiously.

Frederic bit his lower lip, but ultimately, he pulled down his trousers, revealing a girthy 5" cock. "I don't have a hammer like your cock my lord, but at least let me be proud for beating you in girth."

Patrick snorted while Frederic smugly grinned at him. He pushed his cock in and for the first time in a while, Louis felt his asshole was stretched to a new limit. Both of them groaned.

"You moan just like my wife. Though I had men on my bed every night before our wedding, she was my sweetheart and a piece of my soul. I was lucky to be married to her. We knew we were a kindred soul split in two. So, when my father died, we proved just that. We tried every single knight and maiden in my castle together. Sometimes, I'd even let the peasants off the hook for not meeting the year tithe in return for their bodies. When she died, I was devastated. Sex no longer excites me as it used to. I am still a man with needs, so I look for relief whenever I need to, but never out of desire."

He ground on Louis slowly, enjoying the sensation he missed for years. He had sex once or twice, but this time, it felt different. For once, he was enjoying it, not doing it out of necessity.

"I thought you will be the same boring ass ruler as your father. But I am glad to see you this... livelier. Who the fuck am I lying to, I like seeing your slutty like this. It awakens something in me like my wife did years ago. You Frankish love to gloat your code of chivalry to us, let me show you how we, Occitans, fuck your women."

Frederic pulled and spread open Louis's legs even more, giving Patrick a clearer show of how his thick cock stretching the puffed asshole even more. despite fucking in a confined space, Frederic managed to hammer his entire cock in and out of Louis with precision and power. He even used the carriage sways and shakes to implant and impale his cock deeper inside Louis. Seeing how this almost fifty youthful old man fuck, Patrick was sure Frederic was trying to ruin Louis's hole for him. Louis's cum covered face was just dried before Frederic came, now it was already slick thanks to Frederic's cock pumping pre-cum out of Louis's cock at every hard thrust.

Frederic was no novice in bed, and it was shown when he pulled Patrick's face close to his as he breathed on his nose. Sex was about the pleasure of everyone in bed, and Frederic knew how to pleasure everyone. "I told you I am a great lover." He kissed down Patrick's throat, making him the submissive in the kiss and Patrick couldn't do anything about it.

Frederic used one hand to pinch Patrick's nipples while the other to work Patrick's big cock. When he was done neutralizing Patrick by taking his breath away, Frederic pounced on Patrick's neck. He planted very visible kiss marks on Patrick's neck, it was a couple of kiss marks in the shape of a rose. Frederic was the previous Knight of Rose before Lancelot.

Frederic was the one who fashioned markings as a sign of "conquests", and although he put that in many parts of the "conquered" body, the neck was his favorite part. Some of the conquered, many were knights, proudly tattooed the rose on their body, it's not every day you could lay with a famous knight. Many of the Occitan knights followed his lead and used coat of arms instead as a tally and a mark on the body of their conquest, some of them were forced to be tattooed. Frederic was a gentleman and openly abhorred the practice.

Making the mark was a long process but a sign of expertise in bed. After all, just like Patrick, the conquered could realize what was happening and break away at any time. Frederic showed the difference between those who enjoy sex and those who understand sex. He masterfully switched between marking Patrick's neck and making out with Patrick while shoving his spit down Patrick's throat. With enough stimulation on his tits, cock, and neck, the kiss was getting even more intense. Patrick's tongue was left hanging whenever Frederick's mouth left, and when the mouth was back, Patrick tried to fight for dominance, but he was back as the recipient. They said a kiss was as addicting as a drug, and Frederic certainly knew how to shove the drug down Patrick's throat.

Louis wasn't left alone. Besides the hard pounding that hadn't stopped even a single second, he was also served feet full of toes that he greedily sucked, one by one. Even while he was busy with Patrick, Frederic managed to offer Louis his toes one by one. Frederic even stuck one of his toes inside Louis's nose and had the emperor suck it clean after. He also made Louis help him with Patrick by offering him Patrick's toes to suck on.

Patrick was so lost in his fuck fog that he let Frederic slap his face like a little slut, pinched his nipples hard, and smother his face in Frederic's surprisingly thick pits.

Frederic slapped Patrick's face hard to return enough conscience that he was aware of the surroundings, but still not out of his lust. He pulled Patrick's head back by the hair and the mouth opened by hooking his fingers to Patrick's lower mouth.

Patrick watched as the handsome old man looked down at him smirking, before letting down a huge glob of spit trailing down his mouth slowly into Patrick's opened mouth. Frederic forbade Patrick to close his mouth, and kept pouring spit until enough was gathered on the back of his throat. That was when Frederic let him close his mouth as he stared down at Patrick as he gulped down the spit.

Patrick welcomed Frederic's mouth when it went back to devour his own. He gasped loudly into Frederic's mouth when he felt something breach his tight ass, but Frederic's kiss was even more intoxicating.

Frederic pulled away and bitch-slapped Patrick's face again before jamming his fingers hard into Patrick. He wanted Patrick to know he had a finger up his ass, a message that was clearly well received seeing how Patrick's cheeks turned crimson.

Frederic was still smiling down at Patrick when the red-head stud felt a second finger tried to pry his ass open. This time, there was no kiss to fog the sensation. He could feel the tip of the finger breaching in, and as it traveled inside his tight tunnel until it was fully inside all the while looking at Frederic smiling down at him. Frederic leaned in and Patrick was ready to open his mouth, even his tongue was sticking out to welcome Frederic, but the old man retracted and laughed at his eagerness.

Patrick's cheeks were even more crimson, but before he could pull his tongue back, Frederic had pushed two fingers up his mouth. Patrick could smell and taste his ass on those fingers.

Frederic bit down Patrick's ear as he shoved those fingers roughly around Patrick's mouth. "You talk a lot about sex and stud, but you don't even know what you want boy. None of you Leinster fuck understand. You see sex as a tool, but sex is more than that. It's desire, beauty, love, and art." he whispered, "Can you smell it, your ass pussy creaming itself for me to take its cherry?"

He pulled the fingers out and rammed it again up the hole, pushing it harder, and clawed inside Patrick's ass while Patrick groaned. He shut Patrick's mouth with his fingers again, "Can you taste it? Your speech of sex liberation and freedom that come out of your ass? Taste exactly like what it was, bullshit. You told the Frankish to open their ass, and yet here you are with an ass full of shit! I'll show you what you want! Hold your legs!" With a single slap and a finger up his joybutton, Patrick was holding his legs with all his dear life.

Frederic pulled Patrick's waist closer so his ass was closer to Louis's ass, but still left enough space for Louis to look at Frederic's face. He pushed two fingers into Patrick's once more as he picked up his pace on Louis's ass. He used his free hand to work Patrick's cock, making the man try his best to hold his moan that eventually broke out when Frederic pushed a third finger.

His ass was stretched with three bony fingers and yet when the fingers found his joy button at the same time Frederic's magic hands worked on his glans, he melted like butter. The ass began pushing out, welcoming the fingers. Frederic truly showed what a veteran like him could do to a boy ass like Patrick's with his hands, and Patrick never had come with his own hands when he learned to fuck, and yet, as Frederic mercilessly worked his cock and asshole, he felt his cum building up.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!" Patrick yelled as he shot at the ceiling.

"Fuck yes!" Both Frederic and Louis, whose face was covered in Frederic's feet, also came at the same time. Louis was shooting down the feet while Frederic filled Louis's ass with veteran cum.

Frederic pulled Patrick's head by the hair so the man could watch as Frederic pulled his fingers out of his half-christened cunt and sank it deep inside Louis's sloppy ass.

Patrick's glazed eyes watched as the fingers dug the cum out of Louis's ass and offered it straight to his face.

"Sexual freedom, right, boy?" He heard the old man mocked him as he opened his mouth.

Frederic roughly fed Patrick his cum, all the while shoving his cum-glazed feet into Louis to be cleaned. When he was done and no more cum left both in Louis and on his feet, Frederic suddenly made a weird face and pushed his cock on Patrick's asshole. He let out a satisfied sigh when the last glob of cum came out of the cock onto Patrick's hole.

"I hope you can learn new things, kiddo." He continued to slap Patrick hard on the hole making the man yelp.

"Anyway, I was going to report it's going to storm a few days from now, so we might want to hurry to a nearby town. Or we'll have to look for a nearby farmhouse." Frederic pulled up his trouser and looked at Patrick still holding his legs, with cum still slick on his hole and body messed with cum. He forgot how much fun it was to mess with young boys.

Frederic left Patrick's ass hanging on the seating, pried opened and breached, but not plundered. Strangely, it felt even more infuriating. It was even worse because now he was left wanting for more. Just like what Frederic wanted.

The journey to Rome was long, but Louis and Patrick managed to find fun times during the journey with each other, their entourage, and even the noble houses they stayed in during the night. When they could find a noble house to sleep at night, they'd sent a notice to the said lord to prepare dinner for them. There was not much that these lords could do when their king paid a surprise visit to them, so they obeyed hoping that all went well. Most of the time, things went mediocre, Louis had a feast and then christened the lord's master bedroom in Patrick and his cum. They did make a pass at the nobles' court, their sons, and someone they fancy, but it never developed into the degeneracy in Louis's feasts. Not that they were trying to. If the person responded well, they'd have a night with the said person, but if they didn't, well, Louis didn't pursue further. Most of the lords who were aware of Louis's intention often directed him to their sons, usually the youngest who wouldn't inherit any land in the hope of them joining his court. Of course, there were a few lords who took matters into their own hands and banged the shit out of Louis themselves for pleasure. Louis wasn't the only center of attention as when they noticed the closeness between Patrick and Louis, and the Leinster man's lingering gaze at them, mostly young lithe beautiful men, they too made a pass at the emperor's "companion". Louis got to sample cocks, and Patrick got to sample holes, sometimes at different times, and sometimes they sampled it together.

One such example was their sleepover at House Tulipe's manor, a minor noble family barely recognizable with a small number of men to their name. The house head, Gregory Tulipe, was in his thirties while his twin sons were just turned teenagers, Edmond and Edward Tulipe. He also had a daughter, Edwige Tulipe, in her twenties who married a lowborn-turned-knight in his thirties named Anton. Anton won her hands in marriage through a contest held by Gregory, the worst outcome the house head could've gotten, and gave himself Arsene as his house name. The twins might be still teenagers, but they know how to please a man. Patrick absolutely loved when he laid on the edge of the master bed having both of the twins suckled on each of his balls while their dad bobbed on his cock all the while rutting on Louis's upturned asshole on the floor. The next morning, after learning about the "fertility" problem that Gregory's daughter had, Patrick visited the lady in her bed-chamber and made her husband watch as Patrick "fixed" the problem. He made her husband clean his cock, and dumped a second load down the hunky knight's throat while he was at it.

The nights they spent camping in the woods were a fuckfest in it itself. Louis didn't like the food, but at least, he got his knights to season his dinner with their cum. His favorite time was the game because, well, he got to be the game, while the kingsguards and the knights fought for him. There was usually a bet being placed; besides money, it was where Louis would spend the rest of his night, in his room with Patrick or at the knights' tent being passed around. It wasn't a huge deal for Patrick since there were a lot of willing holes among the knights themselves to replace Louis.

The games were as idiotic as you can guess. There was the hunting game, where Louis became the prey while Patrick and the knights became the hunters, each had their own bucket on the side. Louis was placed in the middle while the knights and the Kingsguards fought to fuck Louis, cum inside him, and then carried Louis to shit their cum inside the bucket. The winner was the one with the most cum. Then there was also a lame archery game where they had to shoot as much cum as possible into Louis's hole, the farthest win. The more advanced game from this was the yarn ball where they had to throw a ball of yarn into Louis's asshole from a short distance. Louis was rolled up with hands spreading his asscheeks. The challenge was to keep Louis's asshole wide open, and they were only given 5 minutes to do so, and only cock may stretch the asshole. If the yarn ball missed, the thrower had to drink, if it went in, then the thrower can do anything to the opponent excluding penetration, but they could have the opponent drink instead. Patrick loved to rim the opponent when he got the chance. Even if he lost Louis's ass for the night, he got another one prepared and ready for him.

Louis was bouncing off Pontikos's "clit" in his tent while Patrick and Connor had their lads' time spit-roasting Sean. It had been a while since Patrick stuck his cock in Sean's hole, which was weird for him considering Sean had an insatiable thirst for Patrick's cock from time to time. Ever since Sean got a taste of Connor's dick in his butt, he had seldom looked for Patrick anymore, not even the occasional flirt. Even in that tent, Connor was the one occupying Sean's ass after 3 rounds, and only on the 4th round Sean took Patrick up his sloppy hole, by Connor's order. To say it didn't hurt Patrick's pride would be a lie, so he was determined to ruin Sean's hole for Connor's cock since his cock was way thicker than Connor's. When Sean was back on Connor, it didn't seem to do anything since Sean was still squealing like a little slut on Connor's cock. What a fucking slut.

It was then a soldier came into the tent, informing them dinner was ready.

"You heard him, let's go." Patrick roughly pulled Louis away from Pontikos's clit.

"Nah, I think I'll stay, I still have a few nuts ready for our dear best friend here," Connor said sweetly gyrating his hips slowly into Sean's approving butt.

Patrick felt as if he wanted to puke.

He pulled Sean off Connor by the hair and shouted, "When I said we're going, that means we're going! You hear me!?"

Everyone, including Patrick himself, was surprised by the outburst.

Connor's dick was limp within a second and he looked down almost as if he was going to cry, "Yes, Patrick." He muttered slowly, clearly holding off a tear, and walked outside.

"What the fuck, man!? What was that?" Sean slapped Patrick's shoulder hard, Patrick knew Sean was holding himself hard not to punch him in the face.

"I... I don't know..."

"You better figure out, shithead! I thought things been working well with you, but it clearly doesn't." Sean looked like he was about to throw a punch, and honestly, if he did, Patrick wouldn't retaliate, he knew he deserved the punch. Sean decided against it and walked away as well.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked him, caressing his shoulder.

Patrick let out a sigh, and before he could answer he heard Sean say, "Oh, fuck it!"

When Patrick turned his back, Sean was already on his face, and a sudden pain shot through his balls. Sean had kneed Patrick right on the balls, twice. When Patrick fell to the ground, Sean quickly pantsed Patrick and gave him two very hard slaps on each rump. He spat at him for good measure before leaving the tent, for good.

"Well, I don't know what you want to answer before, but you're clearly not okay now." Louis suddenly said making the crouching man with broken balls and a burning butt scoff at him.

They were late to dinner because Louis had to warm Patrick's balls and butt with his mouth and tongue first. Sean wasn't playing around whenever he threw punches and all this time, Patrick always thought he got Sean beaten in terms of prowess. But, even if he got Sean beat, the slut could still break his balls if he wanted to. Patrick tried to walk as normally as possible even though his balls were still in pain whenever he made a step. When they were close to the eating area, Patrick groaned loudly when Louis suddenly love-tapped his balls from behind. Patrick shot his husband a death glare which Louis replied with a naughty smile.

It was so unlike Louis, but living with Patrick and the Leinster, he started to grow a little bit of a mean streak in him. They do say you become more similar to the person you love each passing day.

Connor and Sean already finished their dinner, so Patrick didn't see them. To be frank, Patrick didn't want to see them, yet. He wasn't ready to face Connor because he felt guilty shouting at his best friend like that. Especially since he, of all people, should've known how soft Connor's feeling was. Connor might be a beast in bed, but he was a sweetheart through and through.

Patrick didn't lose the game after, he was crushed. Frederic's youngest son, Leo, won against him by a landslide, 0-3 in every single game, and he gloated his win over the rest of them. He was a barely twenty small-toned guy with a clear muscle definition. It was after kissing Frederic did Patrick noticed from whom Leo got his talent for kissing. His ass was tight the first time Patrick breached it, but now it had become accustomed to big dicks. Unlike his two older brothers who were complete sub sluts, he had a little bit of dominance in him. For him, a pleasure of sex is a pleasure of sex whether you got it from the butt or the dick. He was as excited to be fuck by Patrick or to fuck Louis. And after winning the matches, he was but too eager to sink his dick inside the emperor.

At midnight, Louis was already tied hanging on a portable sling while Leo, the chad of the night, was ready to be the first dip inside Louis's ass for the night. He knew Louis already had copious cum inside of him, but nobody in the army ever minded sloppy cunt.

But, of course, Patrick had to ruin his fun because he wasn't in the mood to let people win over him. He called Leo just before he pushed his cock in, and carried the smaller man on his shoulder to his tent along with his two brothers.

The journey was pretty much similar from then on, with the games and the sex forfeit, and Patrick still hadn't talked to Connor or Sean.

They arrived at the castle where Lord Arnaud Capet, Duke of Bourbonnais, resided. He was the father of Jamie and one of the seven dukes serving Louis. He was also Louis's uncle from his marriage to Louis's aunt, Alexandra Carolingian, whom Patrick had never seen. Though House Capet had been serving the crown for ages, Louis did warn Patrick to be cautious as Capet was a branch of their house and was the closest to the succession even without Arnaud's marriage to Alexandra. Arnaud in particular was not a supporter of Charles although he wasn't vocal about it.

When the carriage arrived at the courtyard, there were many men, some of whom Louis recognized as Arnaud's vassal lords along with their sons, awaiting their arrival at a distance while three people stood closer. As Louis stepped, it was Alexandra who rushed to meet him and hugged him.

"Louis! It's been too long!"

"It's been a while, Aunty," Louis said smiling at her.

"It feels like you've only been crowned yesterday. Now, look at you!"

Patrick did take a good look at her, high cheekbones, pointy nose, and piercing blue eyes. Despite being in her forties, she looked youthful with only a thin wrinkle on her forehead. Her straight blonde hair reached her waist, and her body still looked amazing even covered by her long opulent gown. When Patrick looked back at her, she was looking at him.

"My, and you looked better than what I heard. Everything is good, I promise. Kiss my hand." She extended her hand to Patrick.

Patrick raised his eyebrow, but took her hand and kissed the back lightly, "My name is Patrick MacCarthal, my lady," he looked up and gazed at her with his seductive confident eyes that made Louis beside him roll his eyes, "And who did you hear about me from?"

Alexandra smiled coyly at him, "My son, of course. And people talk and gossip all the time in court, Patrick. I am sure you should've learned that by now."

"Of course, I never thought the gossip arrived this far."

"You'll find news like death, birth, and pregnancies spread like wildfire in vines, my lord."

Patrick looked at the man who spoke. He wore nothing but a pair of trousers and was glistening with sweat. He was a tall muscular man with broad shoulders, very handsome with small eyes and thin lips. He had chestnut hair and a mustache on the otherwise smooth face. His body was not overtly muscular or toned but thick without any fat. It was also as smooth as a baby's butt. Veins were visible all over his arms. He could also tell under the night, the man had a pair of firm muscle cheeks above his muscular thighs. The man was older than Louis and Patrick, perhaps only by a couple of years, but he already looked mature.

"Names, Florian, my lord. Your Highness's half-cousin." The man answered.

"That's one way to describe a bastard." An unimpressive old man with a thin beard and almost balding blonde hair spoke. His body filled his outfit, not from muscle, but from fat. He wasn't overweight, but he did have a pronounced beer gut.

Alexandra rolled his eyes, "Darling! Louis might be your nephew, but he's still the new emperor." Alexandra looked at Louis, "Please forgive him, he is a crude man and sometimes forgets that he's a duke. He's getting worse now that he's getting old," She mouthed quietly, "The wrinkles."

Louis shook his head lightly, "Don't worry, Aunty. We are a guest in his castle, after all, he may speak as he pleases. I don't want him to feel unwelcome in his own house."

Alexandra was about to open her mouth when Arnaud cut her off and pulled Louis by the waist, "Now that was different than your father, a good one, if I may say so myself. He much rather kept people with a dagger behind their back, and look where that got him. Since you've allowed me to speak my mind, I would appreciate it if all of you stopped yapping like a bunch of ladies, and let's head to the dining hall. Your Highness must be hungry."

As he was escorted inside, Louis could feel Arnaud's hand feeling his butt.

Patrick who was walking a little bit behind could see the hand groping Louis's ass, just like the lords behind him and their entourage could, yet they didn't utter a single word.

Lord Arnaud escorted Louis to his seat, on his right side, as he took the main seat. Alexandra sat on the left side of her husband, while the lords took theirs on the available seat, but they did leave the seat beside Louis for Patrick. A dazzling twink with neatly combed and gelled blonde hair and a wicked smile pulled both of Louis and Patrick's chairs as they took their seat.

The twink seated beside a middle-aged man with sandy blonde hair who clearly was his father, while the other lord took the seat across him. The sandy blonde family, the Fray, was one of Capet's bannerhouses, and also arguably one of the most loyal to them. They were known for their dazzling and handsome knights. The head of the house, Lord Denam Fray, was one of the most famous knights in his youth, though he wasn't the best, he knew how to attract people. He had both guile and brain to play the court politics that landed him prestige and his wife, Olivia Pichon, cousin to Corentin, the king of Brittany. He had three children with her, the oldest, Myrdin Fray, was the handsome twink who almost reached his adulthood, the one who pulled the seat for Louis and Patrick. The daughter was only a pre-teen while the youngest son was only a baby. Olivia had a lot of miscarriages in her earlier pregnancies, which was why Myrdin was young despite Denam marrying Olivia before he even turned twenty.

The other lord was Lord Vyce Gallet who was also in his thirties like Denam Fray. They were serving as knight together, yet Denam was more famous than him, not because he was weaker, he was built like a brick after all. He just didn't have the charm that Denam had. House Gallet was one of the ancient houses that served House Capet ever since the founding of the Capetian branch, so their loyalty was unquestionable. Lord Vyce is a handsome hunk dilf with dark hair and a full beard. he looked intimidating, but everyone he had spoken to knew he was an all-around nice person. He was seated with his three daughters, all of whom were unmarried, with the oldest being just turned into marriage age. The other two were children two years apart from each other. As his wife had died during the childbirth of their stillborn son, he recently took a new wife from a local lord who was as young as her own oldest daughter. As the wife was heavily pregnant with her first child, she couldn't attend the dinner.

As they dined and talked, Patrick noted that the bastard, Florian, didn't take any seat and instead remained standing as he attained to Arnaud's business, from pouring wine into his cup to wiping the lord's mouth. Arnaud even made him carry a chamberpot for him to piss and made Florian wipe his dick clean. The man's face was stoic almost expressionless, like he had been doing it for too many times to be embarrassed.

As dinner chatters came to an end and the plates were all empty, Alexandra ushered them all to the hallway where they hosted the ball. They apparently had hired a bard to play music for the occasion.

Alexandra clapped her hands cheerfully before she giddily ushered both Patrick and Louis to dance.

"I know it's not part of your culture, but if you will make an appearance together, both of you will have to dance together!"

"Why exactly?" Louis questioned.

"To make a show, of course! People need to know dear handsome Patrick here is your closest ally! It is also to show that you are not afraid to make changes and as headstrong as your father was, but better because you are more sociable! Besides," Alexandra leaned in to whisper, "He's hot! I will go to every ball and show my man around if Arnaud was as hot as him!"

Louis blushed, but he didn't reply. He turned to Patrick, "I know you take dancing class, but you don't have to do this if you're not confident."

Yeah, the dancing class with Gabrielle Mongeau, was more like fucking class since that cumdump couldn't keep his ass off Patrick's dick for more than five minutes. At least the man knew how to use that dancer's bubble butt to massage the cock inside.

"Not confident? Since when I am not confident?" Patrick asked more to himself than to boast his confidence. His body was as stiff as a rock as he said that.

Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine... I know you at least know how to count the beat. I'll help you." He said as he comically pulled Patrick's stiff body to the dance floor.

The dance wasn't horrible. Patrick already knew how to count, and didn't step on Louis's even feet once. But it was clearly amateurish and Patrick was stiff throughout the dance. It was mediocre at best, but when they ended the dance, the people still clapped.

"It was a little bit stiff but I am sure your feet will pick up soon enough, darling," Alexandra said with a smile, but her tone was of that snobbish woman who tried to console people but couldn't hide the bile of venom in her voice.

I'll show you what stiff, Patrick wished he could shout at her face. As they went back to their seat, Patrick could see the Fray giggling at them, even the Gallet daughters.

"Well, I think it is our time," Alexandra announced.

"What time? Who did you mean by `our'?" Arnaud, who was peacefully drinking his wine, asked when he heard the dreaded cheerful sound of her wife.

She quickly pulled her husband to the dance with her. Lord Arnaud looked as if he was going to die of boredom, but to his credit, as soon as they began dancing, his demeanor changed from an irritable old fart to a gentle knight in his prime who danced with a princess, and she treated Alexandra on the dance floor as such. He swayed her around and guided the dance with such poise yet gentleness in the movement. He was showing Alexandra around and yet, careful enough not to hurt her. Alexandra in turn danced like she was made of glass, beautiful but fragile. The perfect combination of beauty. As they ended their dance, all of them clapped and Arnaud changed back to his irritable self.

They couldn't see much of Alexandra's encore since the dazzling smile from the blonde twink, Myrdin Fray, blocked the way. He bowed, "May I ask you for a dance, your highness?" He looked up and offered Louis his hand as he gave Louis a half smile that clearly showed his charm and cockiness at the same time. As Louis accepted his hand, Myrdin glanced at Patrick, maintaining his smile, but Patrick could see the brat's half-smile extended to a smirk. It was the smile that made every woman weak in the knee and their husband boiling both in the head and the crotch, and man, if Patrick wasn't boiling.

Myrdin knew his feet around the dance floor as he led the dance and made it as if Louis was a puppet in his hand. He led, and controlled, the dance in all manner and sense. His hands weren't sitting idly either, even before the dance, he was already groping Louis's butt and even sneaking a middle finger at Patrick. As the dance continued, Myrdin's hand never left the butt as it kept groping and squeezing it. He was a young hot-blooded teen and it showed as the dance going on. Whenever his eyes caught Louis's rump, he couldn't stop his hand from swinging and making the emperor's ass jiggle, and whenever Louis turned his back to Myrdin, the teen would rush forward and humped Louis's ass. In one of the moves where Myrdin lifted Louis by the thighs, the teen couldn't look away from Louis's ass just a few inches above his face. And by the time he had to let Louis down, he let the whole ass fall onto his face and held it there. His chest was heaving up and down, while Louis above him looked shocked at first, but giggling as he wiggled his ass. Myrdin let out a long loud wolf grunt as he wiggled his face deeper. As he let Louis done, his face was flushed red and his gelled hair was undone. His groomed persona shattered as the clump of hair stuck out and fell to his face. Despite being younger, he lifted Louis easily for their dance moves, and in one of the moves where Louis swing from Myrdin's hand to leg-lock Myrdin's waist, the teenager deliberately thrust his hip upward so Louis's firm cushioning hit his hardening cock. As a finished move, Myrdin turned Louis who was hanging by his waist over facing Myrdin, so Louis was hanging facing the floor instead. Louis who knew his cure, spread his arms wide like he was flying. Of course, Myrdin had positioned Louis a little bit lower so his crotch directly faced Louis's plump rump. As if forgetting where he was, he grabbed Louis by the waist and humped hard, so hard that Louis almost fell from his position and hit the floor.

Patrick was dying for a reason to smack the smug shithead's face so when it was delivered to him on a silver platter, he stepped right in. Too bad, the dickhead's father was already there separating Louis and Myrdin before Patrick could throw a punch or two. He might be a coward, but he only was to guys who were stronger than him. The pansy-ass Myrdin might have a toned body, but Patrick knew he could take him easily. Myrdin's dad? He could get his ass handed to him, so Patrick opted to look menacingly instead.

"Are you, okay, Your Highness?" Denam asked with his low baritone voice.

Louis stood and quickly stepped in between Denam and Patrick, "I am okay! It was a fun dance although a little bit of self-control might be in order."

"Apologize to His Highness," Denam said sternly to his son who looked like a dog being scolded.

"I am sorry, Your Highness, I went overboard."

"Your apology accepted, though I have to say you're quite a good dancer."

Denam didn't want his son to embarrass their family further, pulled him away quickly.

"It is to be expected, he is young after all, isn't that right, lord Vyce?" Alexandra said with the hunk middle-aged man in her tow, looking at Louis as if he was mesmerized. "Ehem!" Alexandra coughed.

"Wh-what?" Vyce's cheeks turned rosy red when he was caught staring.

"As I was saying, why don't you let my nephew here know how dancing with a more mature man felt like, so he could choose whom he preferred."

Louis looked at his aunt confused by the last sentence, but Alexandra only winked at him as she pushed Vyce to Louis.

"Ehem, I hope you won't mind dancing with me, your highness."

"Of course not, Lord Vyce."

The dance was slow and sweet, and Vyce was respectful as well. He even asked Louis what moves he wanted to do and what moves to do after. It was sweet and cute, but Louis was bored, even when Louis asked what Vyce wanted to do, he replied with whatever Louis wanted. What a gentleman.

"What if I want you to sniff my ass just like Lord Myrdin did earlier?" Louis didn't get his answer, he was lifted by the thighs and after a second he fell ass first to Vyce's face. And as if he wanted to show off, Vyce let go of his hands and carried Louis around with his face deep in Louis's crack. Louis expertly locked his legs on Vyce's strong neck and fell gracefully downward, letting half of Vyce's face off his ass. Only Vyce's eyes and hair were visible, but they were clearly blissful as Vyce was no longer aware of his surroundings.

Louis swung right on Vyce's crotch, his nose was hitting the space between Vyce's balls while the rock-hard shaft hit Louis's neck. It was a short one, maybe 4" or 5" but very thick.

Vyce let out a low, "Oh!" muffled by Louis's ass, but when Louis gave a wicked suck on one of the pants-covered balls, Vyce let out a more pronounced, "Ohhmmpphh!" as his eyes rolled back.

Louis let go of Vyce's neck and gracefully fell on his hands, before doing a split right after, revealing Vyce's small but pronounced cock-tent. He then rose slowly, ass sticking on Vyce's legs as it traveled up, and when the rump reach under the tent, Louis could feel the huge balls on his ass. Louis pressed his ass harder on them, making Vyce let out a long and loud moan as his body shuddered and a wet patch appeared and grew on Vyce's crotch.

"Mature my ass..." Patrick heard Myrdin mumbled, along with the ladies' giggles, including Vyce's own daughters.

Vyce, whose eyes had been closed as he enjoyed his reverie, opened his eyes back and saw everyone, including his daughters, giggling at him. His cheeks turned red as he instinctively grabbed his wet crotch and clasped his thighs closed, appearing even more childish than Myrdin was. "Your Highness! I... I don't know... I... I am sorry! I didn't mean to... I mean..." He kept stuttering with pearls of tears gathered on the side of his eyes.

"It's fine my lord! I am glad to know your age hasn't caught you yet." Louis said with a smile that looked reassuring, but Patrick knew it was just as passive-aggressively demeaning as the giggles. Patrick felt a familiar sense of wary as if he was around a pack of wolves, a different kind of horny macho wolves he used to deal with in Leinster, but wolves nonetheless.

"Umm... I... Sorry... Pants... Apology... I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine my lord! You can change your trousers." Louis excused the poor man who rushed out of the room grabbing his crotch like his balls would fall off if he let go still with his thighs closed together.

"Like aunt, like nephew. Always playing with the poor guy." Arnaud grunted.

"What? It's not my fault lord Vyce is so cute!" Alexandra defended herself.

It was then Lord Denam suddenly approached Louis, tapping his back to gain the emperor's attention.

"Yes, lord Denam?"

"I hope you'd be willing to grant me a dance with you, your highness. Think of it as making up for my son's mistake." The blonde daddy leaned his head a bit while offering his hand.

Louis whose sluttiness certainly had been awaken by his antics with Vyce, grinned and accepted Denam's hand which he found rough with calluses.

Louis, like most men before him, led Denam to guide him through the dance, but unlike Myrdin who clearly forcefully made Louis dance the way he wanted, Lord Denam let Louis move as he pleased, and yet, it was as if Louis was moving for him. He grazed his lips on Louis's neck when they moved closer, each of his hands smoothly sliding on Louis's crack many times during their dance.

In moves such as when he lifted Louis's hips to fling him over his shoulder, he made sure Louis's face was firmly pressed in his sweaty pits. In moves where he had to swing Louis from behind in between his legs, he purposefully made Louis fail the between-legs swing a couple of times by making Louis's face slammed on Denam's asscrack hard, yet it was as if Louis was the one making mistake. Louis had to redo the move a couple of times for his pride as a dancer, and Denam was more than overjoyed to slam the emperor's pretty face on his ass a couple of times more. Louis thought Denam farted in one of those times he slammed straight into the lord's ass, but he wasn't sure. When Louis finally made it, he made sure Louis's nose was firmly hitting his balls and cockhead as he pulled Louis to stand. Louis did try to get back at Denam with his usual moves, swinging from Denam's arm and slamming his as on Denam's groin, but Denam braced the impact with grace and smoothly turned Louis over, so Louis was standing with his back facing Denam. Then Louis felt Denam's hand on his crack again, and when he said jump, Louis knew Denam was going to lift him. He didn't expect Denam would be lifting him not with his palm, but his knuckles as the middle fingers pierced a hole straight into Lous's prostate. As Denam held Louis above his head with a hand deep in Louis's crack, Louis became stiff and his face contorted in a blissful, yet very sultry, as his cock bulged obscenely. He grunted when Denam pushed him up and when he let Louis down, but Denam wasn't done. Right after, he pushed Louis back up and it was so much pleasure on his prostate that Louis shuddered as he came right there in front of everyone. Denam still wasn't done. Like a puppet, he led Louis to jump around circling the room so everyone could see his trousers becoming wetter and wetter with each jump.

After making rounds, they went back to the middle of the dance floor, and Denam made Louis do the same move he did with Myrdin, hanging on Denam's arms as he was held and spreading his arms like a bird, which Louis did perfectly despite his face looking as if he was still cumming, which he was. In that position, everyone could see Denam's hand in Louis's crack as well, though they couldn't see the finger.

Like a true gentleman, Denam helped Louis to stand back up on his feet, showing Louis and his wet pants in all of his glory.

Louis who finally realized his state when Myrdin let out a chuckle, coughed and covered his crotch slightly with his hands. Despite trying his best to appear modest and not embarrassed, Louis's cheeks were rose red. He might have appeared indecent many times, but all of that was in front of his own courtiers. Certainly not in front of his aunt.

"I am sorry for... the indecent display. I might've enjoyed the dance a bit too much."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, it happens to the best of us," Denam reassured him with even less sincerity than Louis gave to Vyce earlier.

"It definitely happened before. Lord Denam is well-known for his feet and quick wit both on and on the dancefloor. But I think you need to change your trousers as well before you catch a cold, my dear. I'll fetch you, my servants."

"No, it's fine, Aunty. Lord Vyce hasn't back yet, so he might still be in the dressing room. I'll ask him for help."

Alexandra beamed when Louis said that, but she tried not to be as excited when she said, "That's an amazing idea, darling. You, escort his highness to the dressing room." She pointed out a guard who escorted Louis at once.

When Louis left, Alexandra was back taking the dance floor with her husband. Denam was conversing with his family, while Myrdin tried to flirt with Vyce's eldest daughter. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either. She had one pair hell of breasts that Myrdin couldn't take his eyes off as he tried to talk to her. Their eyes met, Patrick and hers, and she blushed. A virgin for sure, but her dad seemed to be one of those dads who'll force Patrick to marry her even for a kiss, Patrick noted. Taking her pussy cherry might be hard since there was a risk for pregnancy which could cause Louis a problem considering Patrick's position forbade him to marry, but the asshole was a free reign.

"Careful with that one. I don't know how the lords react to their daughters getting pregnant over there, but Vyce will rip your balls off."

Patrick looked at his side to see Florian offering him a glass of wine. He took the glass, and sipped it, "That doesn't mean I can't take her other cherry."

Florian smirked at him, saying, "You can't, lord commander. It's already popped," and clanked his glass on Patrick's.

"No shit! And her dad didn't rip your balls off?"

"The fucker will if he knows. He always looks at me like I am some kind of roach, most of those prick nobles do. But his daughter can't take her eyes off this man's meat, so I shove it down her poop chute when her dad doesn't look, quite often I might add. Her big knockers! Man, I tell you, they are soft and jiggly!"

"Heh! These bitches. They acted like they are the Virgin Saint, but every single one of them already had their poop shoot opened! Let me tell ya, even the fucking empress took her cook's son's cock up her ass regularly before marrying Louis, then she had Lucas, Louis's valet, do the ass cleaning duty on the wedding night when Louis left her cold."

"No fucking way! She likes it up the ass? How did you know?"

"She's a slut. I know a slut when I see one. And let me tell you about slut. Once you gave them cock, they'll do everything for you. They might refuse it at first, but all you need is to ease your cock into them, and it's going to be smooth sailing after. It's a fine art, I tell you. Don't you lot love about arts and fucking romance?"

Florian laughed, "And, His Highness doesn't know it!?"

"Highness my ass, I've lost count of how many times he went low to suck my cock and take it up his ass when I told him about his wife's dick addiction, he doesn't care. He's already mine anyway."

"Fuck," Florian looked around him and then back at Patrick with admiration in his eyes, "Can't believe you just admit that."

"Well, your mom makes it easier for me. We are not exactly subtle either in the court. It seems that the nobles aren't that aversive to it, especially when we leave enough ambiguity for doubt. After all, it seems that most of them had done things between their fellow knights or their mentor when they were squiring. For sex, it's easier. Everyone had done it, only quietly behind the curtain, so it was easy to ease them to it." Patrick said sipping his glass empty.

"Yeah. Alex is like that. Louis and Alex were, are close. Alex visited the crown often before Charles died and they usually had family dinners; Charles, Alex, and Pepin. Alex spent time a lot with Louis, she loved children, and when Queen Isodora died, Louis spent more time with Alex. Once Louis became old enough to wield a sword, Charles had him trained under many knights, he was too busy and they didn't spend time that often, only during the family feasts which became rarer and rarer."

"That fucking tight asshole Charles. The more things I heard about him and what he did to my baby, the more I hope he's still alive so I could give him a second hole."

"Baby, huh..." Florian raised his eyebrow curiously, "Don't get me wrong, I know many boys mess around with each other, especially nobles. But it usually stops after they get married. Well, I guess there is the rumor about Lord Leopold, Duke of Avignon if you don't know, and some other minor lords, I guess."

"God, if you believe him, gives us cunts and asses to enjoy, so why must we limit ourselves to one kind of ass? Some people are born differently as well in what gets them going. Some like me like to stick my cock in a hole, some like Louis loves to stick cocks up their ass, and some others don't know what they like yet," Patrick emptied his glass and then replaced his empty glass with Florian's glass. "Louis and I are more than just sex. It started with my ambition, and he was my bitch. Then he had the guts to ensnare me with his love, fucking adorable eyes, and tight ass. Now he's the love of my life, don't tell him that, he's been getting really smug lately."

Patrick swirled the wine in his glass, watching it, before continuing to look at Florian with sincere fondness as he said, "I have this feeling in my gut that says, maybe, just maybe, I was doomed from the very beginning I met him. It wasn't me who seduced him to save me from my island. It was him who summoned the knight in me to save him."

"Horny romantic knight," Florian added with a smirk.

"You're right about horny, I give you that." They clanked their glasses together again.

"You love him, it's rare to see these days. Tales of knights and romance are seldom true, but yours is. I can tell Louis loves you as well. You see, he always sits closer to the person he likes. When they had family dinner, Charles usually had Louis sat beside him while Alex sat beside Louis, and Louis always sat himself closer to Alex. Another secret, I think Alexandra likes you as well."

"Good things, I don't have to fuck your mom, then." Patrick joked.

Florian laughed as well, "Trust me, Alexandra might seem flirtatious, but she only ever put it up for Arnaud. It seems they know how to get each other in the mood as well."

"Arnaud huh, what's up with you and him."

"Nothing. I am his wife's bastard, that's all. He used me to look good, `oh a lord that adopt his wife's unfortunate brood, how generous'! Pfft! I might have a princess for a mother, but I am no more a lowborn than the fucking cook's son. At least the cook's son doesn't have to clean up his cock and wipe his ass."

"Well, a secret for you, mate, all Carolingians are sluts. They only need to be introduced to cocks to realize their true calling, even the branch houses. Just look at your half-brother, Jamie. He used to only swing for the wife, now the husbands swing their cock for him. He makes himself a bit of a cult. I am not interested enough in his father to bring his slut out, and your mom, I'd take her, but I have a feeling Louis will give me more shit than I like if I did."

"Carolingians are sluts, huh?" Florian looked at him doubtful, but smiling.

"Isn't that why you're here, mate? You're thirsting for my big fat red cock." Patrick said smirking, then slapped Florian's butt.

"Fucker!" They laughed for a while, and when they stopped, Florian asked, "Honestly, I came here because I want to know what's your thought on his Highness and why he takes so long in the wardrobe with Lord Vyce, but it seems you don't mind."

"Of course! they are fucking. Honestly, this place or the journey must've done something for him. It's the first time I see him hunting for his own man-meat. Usually, I had it delivered on his bed, prime Leinster beef."

"Well, I will say Alex might have helped that. She summoned `prime young virile knights' from every Capet vassal house, her words not mine, to here to get examined by her personally. She made sure, subtly, they understood their duty and secrecy. I am still very impressed with her eloquent speech. They stood naked in front of her with their hard cocks, and she chose Myrdin and Vyce, who couldn't send his son caused he didn't have any so he volunteered himself."

Patrick choked on his wine when he heard that, "That woman is really something, isn't she?"

Florian nodded, "I am sure she chose Myrdin and Vyce because of the two houses' loyalty as well as their, well, virility. Myrdin is one of the handsomest knights while Vyce was honor-bound to a fault."

"Fuck, I really want to see it, but man, that fucker Vyce looks like a jumpy one. I don't want to scare him while my man riding his cock."

Florian took his glass back from Patrick's hand and drank it empty, "Fuck, the wine today is good. Alex keeps the best one just for this. Anyway, I know a spot to look at them if you want. I can't say I am not intrigued. C'mon. Lord Arnaud won't call me when he's busy gambling with Lord Denam." Florian motioned Patrick to follow him.

Florian set the glasses on the table as they passed, and both of them quietly exited the hall.

Perhaps it was the drink, perhaps it was the pent-up stress, perhaps it was the sudden and quick connection he found with Florian, but even Patrick had to admit he was a bit loose with the bastard. However, somehow, he could tell that Florian also found the same connection with him. As they walked the hallway, they kept bantering with each other, sometimes rough-housing, never stopping laughing.

Patrick reached and squeezed Florian's butt, not out of seduction like usual, but for a joke.

"Fucker!" Florian said.

Patrick quickly found out that Florian was a strong man and probably experienced in combat as the man easily twisted his arm and locked both of his arms behind him holding it with one hand. He felt Florian groped his pants-covered ass crack hard.

"Tell me, does his Highness cock isn't keeping you happy? Is that why you've been trying to seduce me all night?"

"Fuck you!" Patrick laughed, "Ain't nobody fucking my ass. When they get back there, it's for worship."

"Seriously, I thought with all love you have for Louis, you'll at least let him tap your ass."

"Well, he doesn't want it. Not that I'll let him if he did. I'll just have to look for asses on top of the cocks we had in our deal."

Deep down, Patrick wasn't sure either. His feelings for the man were so deep that he was afraid of what he was willing to do for the man, and it made him feel conflicted. Perhaps he shouldn't be afraid, he thought. Perhaps Frederic was right, he was a hypocrite.

"So, you never had anything back there?" Florian asked curiously, with a heavy tone.

"Well, I had tongues back there worshipping my ass," he paused, "And my friends' finger when I lost fights."

"Thank goodness, I am your friend, aren't I? Well, I am."

Patrick couldn't even retort back when suddenly he felt Florian's hand suddenly in his back pants, followed by a sharp pain up his ass. "Motherfucker!"

"I guess I am your friend now." Florian chuckled.

It wasn't erotic by any means. It was only a quick painful stab and a playful wiggling around before Florian pulled his finger back.

"Fuck, now my finger is dirty. How did your friends clean their fingers?"

"They usually licked it clean," Patrick said looking back at Florian trying to give him the best convincing smile.

"Seriously?"

"Seri—"

With a wicked grin, Florian shoved his finger right into Patrick's mouth shutting the man up, and with his other hand locking Patrick's head in place, he shoved the finger in and out roughly laughing.

Even though Patrick's hands could finally move again as Florian used the hand to lock his head, Patrick found it useless to push Florian away. He was way weaker than the man, and Florian's gun was enough to keep Patrick's head in place. He was choking as Florian rubbed his finger all around Patrick's mouth roughly, finger fucking his mouth. Patrick's hand, however, hadn't given up. It traveled to the back of laughing Florian, right into his pants, and attacked him from the rear with a quick jab.

Florian let out a high-pitched yelp as he let go of his lock.

Patrick tried to subdue Florian by finding his bitch button, but Florian recuperated quicker. In less than a second, Florian swung back and kicked Patrick on the balls.

"Motherfu—" Patrick couldn't even finish his sentence since Florian already head-locked him again shoving Patrick's finger that had been in his ass into Patrick's mouth.

"You know, unlike you, I actually have had nothing back there. But since you like it so much, I'll give you a taste. Well, another one." Florian wiggled two of his fingers in front of Patrick before sticking it up his own ass. Then he shoved the fingers back into Patrick's mouth and forced Patrick's finger to fuck his own mouth with the two fingers.

Florian's ass tasted funky, musky, sweaty, manly, and stinky, yet Patrick didn't mind it. He was an ass man after all.

"Now, why don't we compare taste, which asses taste better. You're going to shove your finger up your own ass, using your free hand, and stuck it inside your mouth, capiche?" Florian tightened his lock.

Patrick nodded fucking himself on the fingers in the process. He reached behind, stuck his finger deep into his knuckle, then brought it back up into his mouth.

Florian, letting go of the lock, patted Patrick's head with his hand, then reached behind sticking his finger deep inside Patrick's ass again.

Patrick knew he could try to fight back if he wanted, but he didn't. The result won't be different than the last one; besides, his energy was still gone from the kick to the balls he received. So, he just let Florian shove his finger into his backdoor roughly finger-fucking it before shoving the fourth finger into his mouth.

"Good boy." He heard Florian praised.

It was after a minute of Florian finger-fucking his mouth that Patrick sneakily swung his legs back, low-blowing Florian.

"Ugh!"

Not wasting his time, Patrick locked bending Florian's neck with his arm, turning him around so his ass was facing a steel statue of a kneeling knight stabbing a sword to the ground, then slammed Florian's ass right on the hilt of the sword. When he heard the sound of pants being ripped and a grunt, he knew he could let go of Florian's tensed body. He stepped back to get a good look at his surely defeated opponent.

The blonde twunk's pale face had turned red with its blue eyes tearful as it was bulging out of its socket looking right at Patrick. The mouth formed an "O" but there was no scream, only sad pathetic high-pitch whimpers. The veins on his hands bulged as they were holding the ass. The legs were tensed in an awkward sitting position as it tried to stop the ass from falling deeper. Patrick saw the next stop was the cross so the ass couldn't fall deeper even if he wanted to.

Patrick approached the hunk smirking, "You're done being a bad boy?" He grabbed Florian by the head and rubbed it on his pits.

Florian nodded, mouth still agape.

Patrick stepped back, stuck a finger up his own ass, and then held it in front of Florian's face, right below his nose. His ass was as stinky as Florian's if not more.

"Suck it, buddy."

Florian did, knowing he was at the short end of the stick. He made a scrunched-up face, but Patrick made him suck the finger for a good minute before helping the man up. Luckily, the hilt didn't have a pommel carved, so it was easy to pull the ass back up.

"Hold your cheeks open, buddy, let me check it."

Florian heard Patrick say before having the back of his trousers ripped open by Patrick. He didn't want to do it, but his ass was indeed still sore.

Patrick was squatting right behind the firm muscular ass when Florian reached back spreading the asscheeks apart, showing the tight hole puffed out and red from the impact. There Patrick could also see the bright blonde dusting on Florian's balls. Patrick dove into the crack taking a deep breath, before tasting the rosebud. His tongue slathered the hole with saliva before pulling back, returning with only its tip licking and massaging the bruised muscles lightly.

Florian groaned and was surprised by the foreign feeling. He couldn't deny, however, that the tongue did feel pleasant on his sore hole. When Patrick truly began devouring his hole, sucking his asshole, and driving the tongue inside, Florian, moaning quite loudly, stood on his toes. He reached behind and pressed Patrick's head deeper. When Patrick pulled back, he let out a disappointed sigh.

"I am that good, huh?" Patrick smirked, still squatting, at Florian who was bending over arching his voluptuous bubble butt.

"Dipshit!" Florian retorted. When Patrick slapped his bubble butt, he jiggled his asscheeks right back at Patrick earning another slap on the other cheek.

Patrick stood up, saying, "Let's go, we don't want to miss the good show!"

They began walking again, but after a few steps, Florian already gave Patrick a noogie, and his finger, coated with Patrick's own ass stink, was back in Patrick's mouth.

Florian brought them to a small room for cleaning supplies beside the changing room. There, he opened a wall tall cabinet, inside filled with brooms and mops, took it out leaving the door open, and crawled on all fours motioning for Patrick to follow him quietly. It seemed that the inside of the cabinet was attached directly to the wall, partitioning both of the rooms.

Patrick placed himself on top of Florian who was strong enough to support both of them, as they peeked into a quiet sizeable hole, small enough to be unnoticeable, thanks to the cluttered front of the hole, but still gave enough vision on what was happening inside the room. There they saw Louis bending over a table directly in front of them as Vyce, squatting on the edge of the table, drove his 4" fat veiny cock inside Louis's foaming asshole. It was later Louis told Patrick that that was their third position, previously doggy and missionary, and Vyce had cum three times inside Louis. They all could see Vyce's square muscle butt clenching as he slammed his cock home. Patrick wasn't sure, but it seemed Louis's asshole wasn't the only thing that caught Florian's eyes, but also Vyce's tight dark rosebud surrounded by soft dark hair.

Knowing Florian couldn't move his hands unless he wanted to throw Patrick and make some noise, Patrick reached behind and stuck a finger up Florian's ass through the ripped hole. When Florian was about to protest, Patrick used his other hand to cover Florian's mouth.

"Shhh! Don't make some noise, you want them to notice?" Patrick hissed. But if he was to be honest, Patrick was Louis's loud moans would give Florian enough coverage to throw Patrick off his body. Florian, however, didn't seem to think that way and just grunted.

"Oh Lord above! Your Highness! I am about to cum!" Vyce shouted as he slammed harder and harder, his low-hanging hairy ballsack slapping Louis's with each thrust.

Florian turned his eyes back, seemingly fixated, on the scene in front of them; Patrick could even feel his body heat rising. Within seconds, Florian had already forgotten about Patrick's finger in his butt, which Patrick reminded him as quickly when he moved his finger around. Florian didn't say a word and continued watching. He was quiet, though Patrick could see Florian getting sweatier and his pale body turned red. It was only when Patrick finally found his prostate did Florian yelped and his body tensed. Patrick smirked when he saw the muscular body under him tensed clenching his finger tight with the ass muscle.

"Fuck!" Florian screamed the same time as Vyce screamed when he cum inside Louis.

He let out another, "Fuck" when Vyce pulled his still hard 4" cut thick cock out of Louis and cum flooded out of the asshole. Then again, Patrick wasn't sure if the "fuck" wasn't because of his finger dancing around inside Florian's asshole, zig-zagging, while kept stimulating the prostate.

On the other side of the room, Vyce dropped his back on the table heaving while his cock was still standing hard, saying, "Your Highness, you beat me. That was the greatest lay I had in my entire life! I don't think I could get it up for my wife tomorrow or even next week."

Louis chuckled at Vyce still trying to be polite after fucking Louis's ass inside out, and he thought he had enough too. That was until he saw the cock was still standing hard, "It seems you still have a few more cum left I could pump out, my lord." Louis said standing over Vyce's hip on top of the sturdy table.

"What do you mean, your Highness?"

Vyce still couldn't register what Louis meant as he watched the emperor's back descend until he was squatting on top of Vyce's cock. It was when Louis was holding his straight, cockhead kissing Louis's sloppy asshole still leaking cum, he realized what Louis intended to do. "Wait, Your Highness, I am still too sensi—Aah!"

Louis did not wait nor did his asshole as it devoured the cock back to the hilt easily. Louis tensed his ass muscle, gripping the cock tightly, as he moved up and down in reversed cowgirl making Vyce sit back up whimpering in an unmanly manner, that even Florian couldn't believe the studly muscular knight with bigger muscle than him could make such sounds.

Florian could see Vyce's feet curled up, which he would soon follow, but first, he sighed in disappointment when Patrick pulled back his finger. He looked back, wanting to protest, when Patrick' shoved the finger that had been up his ass into his mouth. Patrick, smiling, gave him an air kiss, and then Florian felt two other fingers tried to breach his asshole.

The fingers didn't let his ass adapt before jackhammering his bitch button shaking his asscheeks as the fingers violated his ass. Florian couldn't even finish his pained muffled groan before his voice turned into choked moans as the finger fucking his mouth violated it just as hard. If Vyce's curled feet were still on the ground, Florian had already lifted both up so his on-four body was only supported by his arms and knees.

Patrick was kneeling beside Florian with his hands screwing Florian from both ends making the man look like he was skewed between two hands.

Although he was the only one who could hear it, he quite liked the sound of Florian's muffled moans harmonizing well with Vyce's high-pitched whimpers as Louis slammed his ass hard on Vyce's cock. Clearly, the new pleasure that both men experienced was too much for them as not long after, they both came. Not at the same time and not the same "came".

To be precise, Vyce "came" first, shouting, "Oh Lord up above! Oh! Oh!"

Louis lifted himself off Vyce jumped down the table in the distance and watched his masterpiece. Vyce was sitting on the table drooling with sweat drenching his glistening hard muscle and hairy chest under the candlelight, making unmanly whimper, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as he hosed down the floor with his piss. His face was red from lust, exhaustion, and most of all, embarrassment as his cock couldn't stop squirting. In his mind, he kept telling himself to stop as a man of his age, of his stature, of his size, shouldn't have a bladder failure, and yet, it seemed to make him pissed harder.

It was the first time Florian ever saw the proud daddy in such a shameful position, and along with Patrick's finger kept violating him on both ends, it drove him to the edge as his cock spurt the hardest in his entire life. It didn't help that Patrick, knowing Florian was about to cum, drilled his fingers harder into his bitch button, trying to push all of the cum out of his prostate. The only reason why he didn't squeal harder than Vyce was Patrick's finger fucking his mouth.

As Florian's cum subsided, so did Vyce's piss stream.

Florian dropped his head on the floor the moment Patrick took out his finger out of his mouth, breathing hard, before looking sideways at Patrick who was smirking at him. It didn't upset him, if anything, he chuckled at the euphoria and ecstasy Patrick just introduced him.

"The fuck was that... Not bad for my man-o-man action." Florian chuckled as he said that, unsure whether he was referring to Vyce or Patrick's finger up his butt "Trust me, mate, there is so much more pleasure you can get from sex than you can learn," Patrick replied chuckling as well.

Florian kept chuckling for a few seconds, until he looked at Patrick, seriously, "I am not a faggot." He spoke.

"You're not, bud," Patrick said sincerely, "We're merely messing around. Me and my buds back home do it a lot. Think of it this way, I am only tickling you, from the inside." At the last word, Patrick drove his fingers, which still remained inside Florian, straight into the prostate again.

Florian's butt jolted and tensed as his ass was crushing Patrick's finger. He was choked on his own breath trying to hold himself from moaning even though a small lovely whimper still escaped which only Patrick could hear. He looked at Patrick after, chuckling again, and then slapped him on his stomach lightly. They looked at each other, silently, for a few seconds, until Florian suddenly rose his head peeking into the room. His body moved forward and back again at Patrick's finger lightly as if Florian was trying to scratch his inside.

Patrick knew Florian was primed for bitching, and all he needed to do was to push forward. But he didn't want to, somehow. He felt a kindred spirit in the small amount of time he spent talking with the man, and that made him want Florian as a friend, not a bitch. That didn't mean he won't enjoy watching Florian bubble ass rutting on his fingers.

"Man, I think, your husband broke Vyce's bladder," Florian said normally as if he wasn't rutting himself on Patrick.

In the other room, Vyce remained still sitting on the table taking his breath as if he had been running a marathon while his cock jumped up and about spurting leftover piss from time to time.

Louis had finished dressing in his night attire, far more formal and conservative than what he usually wore in his court. He did empty the cum in his ass on a piece of a red handkerchief, embroidered with a golden knighthood, and house Gallet sigil, which Vyce gave him to wipe his forehead when the man romantically tried to seduce him. The cum was so much that the handkerchief was drenched on both sides.

"Thank you for this my lord, but I think you should keep it, to remind you of me," Louis said dropping the handkerchief beside Vyce. "I hope you don't mind cleaning this room for me. I mean, after all, you're the one who makes the mess like a child, my lord." Louis chuckled.

Vyce's face burned from the shame and the insult, and his cock spurted more piss as his pride as an adult knight slighted, "Y-yes, Your Highness. Forgive me."

"Don't worry, my lord. It'll be our secret." Louis said caressing Vyce's cheeks, "Well, I think I need to head back now."

"W-wait, your highness."

Louis stopped in his track, still with his graceful smile as if he hadn't had his shit railed a minute earlier, "Yes, my lord?"

"C-can I have a lock of your hair? It's so beautiful, I want to keep it as a memento."

Louis raised his eyebrow, "My hair? Is that what you truly want? Remember, my lord, we promised to be honest to each other." He said sensing Vyce's deeper desire.

"Ehem," Vyce coughed, his piss had seemingly stopped.

"My lord, there is nothing wrong with your desire. Just like how you want to have sex with me, there is nothing wrong with that. Unless of course, you're regretting it."

"No! Of course not! I wouldn't dare! It was the best thing that happened in my life!"

"Then you can be honest with me."

"I... God..." It was as if he wanted to say something, but the word choked on his throat, "Fuck! I fucking want your fucking pubes!"

Louis was surprised at first by the outburst, but he quickly smiled, "Of course. I can't give it to you right now, as my hair down there is still soft and short, my man likes it that way. But I am sure it will grow after I am back from Rome. I hope you're willing to wait until then. Do you want my ass hair as well?"

"YES!" Vyce replied too quickly, which made Louis laugh. Realizing his over-enthusiastic borderline pervert behavior, Vyce coughed again.

"It's settled then," Louis replied, smiling again, before leaving the room for good.

Vyce remained silent for a good 5 minutes, catching his breath before he suddenly looked around like he was about to do something criminal, "Is anybody out there?" He called loudly.

When he was greeted in silence, Vyce propped his legs on top of the table with his ass on the edge. Right in front of him were Florian and Patrick looking straight as his dark star under his low-hanging balls and between the hairy asscheeks winking excitedly. He reached for the cum and ass slime's soiled handkerchief and put it in his mouth, letting out a wild guttural groan, before his cock letting out a fresh stream of piss. Then surprising both Florian and Patrick, Vyce threw his head back as he let out the loudest string of farts that Florian swore shake the castle walls.

"Your husband totally broke him." Florian said pinching his nose, "Fuck his fart smells foul."

Patrick, instead of covering his nose, welcomed the smell by breathing it deep, "That, my friend is a smell of virgin pussy ripe for taking, and I know just the perfect man to take it." He said looking at Florian.

"You're mad! I haven't done anything with men, I told you."

"You're a stud! Buddy, look at yourself!" Patrick said ignoring the fact that the said stud was rutting on his finger. "But you're right, we need to train you first."

"I am not sure. I still like boobs and pussies."

"And nothing will change, except that fucker, that massive giant stuck-up knight, will be hounding for your cock like a dog to a bone. Your dog."

"Fuck!" Florian said rutting himself even faster, "I dig that!" He grunted, unconsciously digging Patrick's finger deeper into him while eye-banging Vyce's convulsing asshole.

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When Louis went back to the hall, Myrdin dropped his conversation with Vyce's daughter and quickly followed Louis around, serving him wine and flattery. He was more aggressive than he had been before in flirting with Louis, probably after his father gave him a disapproving look once he noticed Vyce and Louis had gone for far too long.

Louis wasn't bothered by the attention even if Vyce had kept him satisfied for a while. Besides, the wine was nice. He played cards with Arnaud and Denam, and later Vyce, while Myrdin was clinging beside him. Myrdin rested his chin on Louis's shoulder, whispering sweet nothing as they spoke, one arm wrapping around Louis's waist while the other helping Louis holding the cart since Louis's other hand was busy massaging Myrdin's bare cock which he let out. Vyce seemed distracted by the two closeness which cost him the game and his money. Unbeknownst to them, all the while Myrdin was resting his chin on Louis's shoulder, giggling, and "helping" him with the game, Louis's feet were jerking Denam's bare cock.

Like his son, he maintained a straight poker face throughout the game.

As the game was being wrapped up, Vyce offered Louis to take him to his chamber, but Myrdin insisted on escorting Louis himself with the support from his father. Things were about to heat up until Louis finally said he was going with Myrdin. Vyce looked like a lost puppy, but Louis did give him one last kiss on the cheek before retreating to his chamber with Myrdin.

Both of them were already sucking on each other faces from the hallway, before stumbling into Louis's bedroom giggling. But the smile on Myrdin's face vanished the moment he saw two other naked bodies on the bed, making out. Louis who realized Myrdin was too stunned to return his kiss also looked at the bed finding his "husband" and his half-cousin were making out on the bed.

Florian was relaxing on the bed with one arm pulled up resting at the back of his head revealing his smooth pit and the other arm wrapped around Patrick's waist grabbing his butt. Patrick who was lying on his side reached down to Florian's mouth with his mouth while one of his hands was playing with Florian's small titties while his other hand wrapped under the muscular body to play with the other titties. Both of their cocks were as hard as a rock with Florian's 6" cock bobbing around.

Patrick heard the door open, but he took his time untangling himself from Florian who didn't notice because he was too drowned and breathless from Patrick's kiss. He had been practicing since his defeat against Frederic, and as far as he could see from Florian, he was proud of his improvement.

He looked at them from the corner of his eyes, smirking, still making out with Florian whose eyes were closed. He pulled away slightly and used his hand to open Florian's surprisingly compliant mouth. He extended his tongue and licked around the rim of Florian's mouth. Florian's tongue was also dancing around licking Patrick's tongue from time to time, when Patrick pulled away his tongue, a drop of spit fell from the tip and a thread of saliva was visibly extended from the tip of the tongue down into Florian's mouth. He gave the mouth a gentle kiss and smirked as when he pulled away, Florian's mouth reaching up to meet his lips.

It was then Patrick finally acknowledged Louis and Myrdin, whose faces were hot and heavy from the show.

"Took you long enough, babe," Patrick said looking at Louis who was biting his lower lips and rubbing on his crotch, a shameful display that past Louis wouldn't have exhibited. "I was showing your cousin how to kiss a man and was waiting for you to move on to the next step."

Florian roused from his lying position and played it cool with a smirk despite his breathless and red face.

It was Myrdin beside him who had been stunned, stammering on his words, said, "I-I am sorry, my lord. I thought—I thought His Highness will spend his night alone tonight."

Patrick stood up from the bed and walked to Louis. He pulled them into his arms and then bit his neck, "He never sleeps alone," Patrick replied slapping Louis's rump.

"I-I see. I am sorry for misunderstanding it. I'll be on my way."

"Not so fast," Patrick said stopping Myrdin from going. The man gulped as he looked at Patrick's smirk, "I know your dad sent you here. Wouldn't he be upset if we sent you back on your tail? He had been most hospitable, and I wouldn't want to insult him. Why don't you stay, I don't mind. Maybe a virgin like you could learn a thing or two as well."

"I am not a virgin!" He replied upset.

"Yeah? But have you fuck a manwhore like this?" Patrick spanked Louis harder, then kneaded the asscheeks after making Louis mewl in his arms.

The townwhore had a bigger ass, Myrdin wanted to say, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

When Louis leaned in for a kiss, Patrick pulled back slightly and pursed his lips. They had been sleeping so many times Louis already knew what Patrick planned to do, so he opened his mouth. Patrick spat into his mouth which Louis accepted gladly, before making out swirling the spit around their mouths.

Myrdin watched with open mouth, even the townwhore wouldn't let him anywhere near her mouth, let alone spit in her like that. Without him realizing it, his hands descend to grope his own crotch.

Patrick smirked when he saw that, "Go sit on the chair over there so can watch and learn from the expert. You too, Florian."

Florian smirked and jumped off the bed with his 6" cock swinging around while Patrick, still with Louis in his arms making out, approached and fell on the bed. As they were making out, hands all over each other, Patrick heard Myrdin exclaim, "What are you doing!?"

"We're all boys here and all of us have our cocks hard! What the fuck are you shy for?" Florian said as he pulled off Myrdin's trouser much to the protest of the young noble. Myrdin couldn't do anything as Florian manhandled his much smaller twink body off his clothes, leaving the almost-adult teenager in his birthday suit trying to cover his 6" cock.

"Give me back my clothes!"

Florian laughed as he used the expensive clothes to wipe his asscrack and his pits.

"You maniac! You never fail to prove that you're the seed of that bandit, you bastard!" It was when Florian frowned and his face reddened did Myrdin realized he had gone too far with his insult, "I—I didn't mean—Ungh!"

Florian pinched and pulled hard on both Myrdin's flat-chested tits before lifting him on his shoulder, giving a spank and a handprint as a bonus. As he sat on the chair Patrick told them to sit, he slammed Myrdin's ass on his thigh, making the twink groan and jump. Florian pulled him back to sit on his thigh with Myrdin's back against Florian's chest.

"Jack both of our cocks, cunt!"

"No—Ungh!"

Florian slapped Myrdin's balls and twisted them in his palm, making Myrdin scream bloody murder.

"Yes! Yes! I'll do it! I am sorry!" Myrdin said tapping on Florian's firm stomach.

"Sir!" He twisted the balls harder.

"Yes, Sir! I am sorry, Sir!"

Florian let go of the clutch and let Myrdin rub on them. As Myrdin was slightly bent forward when he was rubbing his balls for comfort, Florian could see the tight pink asshole winking at him. He held Myrdin down with one hand, and with his other, he pushed up a finger into the tight asshole.

"Agh! Wait! Sir! What are you doing!? Ah!"

Myrdin's virgin ass clamped on the finger tightly as it tried to expel the intruder, but it was no match for Florian's strength as his fingers forced itself deeper until everything was inside, "Trust me, you'll thank me later."

Myrdin groaned when Florian's finger danced inside his ass, pushing the thin flesh wall around roughly, and when the finger touched a particular spot, the groan turned into a loud moan, "Fuck!" He looked back at Florian amazed with his mouth still stupidly making "O" which still made him look handsome, much to Florian's hatred, "What the fuck was that?"

"Told ya! Feels good, right?" Florian said pushing on the button lightly making Myrdin moan louder and unconsciously pushing his ass back on the finger before suddenly Florian pushed a second finger roughly straight into the button, pressing and tapping on the prostate, which turned into a rough finger fucking.

"Oh God! Fuck me!" Myrdin screamed with his feet curled, and his hands both grabbing on Florian's massive thigh. His eyes rolled back, and he had a stupid smile plastered on his face.

"Thank me, cunt!"

"Thank you, Sir!" He said with gritted teeth trying to hold the moan to no avail. He continued to moan for some more before suddenly, the fingers were pulled off his ass. "Huh?" He looked at Florian confused and disappointed.

"I didn't feel your hand on my cock, cunt." He simply said.

Myrdin looked at the red angry hard cock on Florian's crotch hesitantly, sure he had been jacking his cock most of the time he couldn't visit the whorehouse, and he had jerked his buddies off a couple of times in a circle jerk, but this was Florian, the bastard.

Florian pushed his finger back inside Myrdin's tight asshole which still trying to expel him, but not as hard.

Myrdin groaned, but he pressed back on the finger, even arching his back to let the finger go inside easily. He moaned when he felt a gentle press on his bitch button once more.

"I only make my good boy feel good, Myrdin. Are you a good, boy?"

"Yes, I am, Sir," Myrdin said, looking back at Florian smiling and biting his lower lips naturally trying to seduce the man.

"Whose good boy, are you?" Florian leaned in and growled into his ear.

"You, Sir! Ah!"

"Jerk our cocks, then boy."

As if all of his doubt suddenly disappeared with each grind that he did on Florian's finger, Myrdin reached for his cock and Florian's cock with each hand and gave it a good slow and steady jerk as he swayed back and forth on the finger.

On the bed, Louis and Patrick who had been watching the whole time, all the while kissing and making out with each other also did not want to be beaten by them.

"Let's show these virgins how things are done." He said loudly.

"I am not a virgin!" Both Florian and Myrdin replied at the same time.

Patrick only chuckled as he lay on his back on the bed, arms behind his head, while Louis climbed on his body legs around Patrick's waist.

Louis pushed his ass back, strutting it back to make it appear voluptuous as he ground his still-clothed cock onto Patrick's bare 8" cock. They sloppily kissed each other and exchanged spit as Patrick's hands descended and clawed the pert ass. He kneaded and slapped the covered ass around before pulling his cock upward from under Louis to stand like an 8" pillar across Louis's butt crack.

"Jesus," Florian muttered when he saw Patrick's huge cock. He had seen the cock earlier, but he never registered how huge it was up until then. He could also feel a weird sensation going in Myrdin's ass as it tighten and purred around two of his fingers. He felt both jealous and proud of what his friend could do to a cunt.

"Why don't we let the boy see what a slut you have been tonight?" Patrick said playfully slapping Louis's rump and storing his dick under Louis again so Florian and Myrdin could see Louis's ass in full.

Louis only moaned as he kissed Patrick and played with Patrick's tits, while he kept frotting their cocks together. Slowly, Patrick pulled down the trouser, revealing Louis's smooth white lily ass skin bit by bit from the top.

"Fuck!" Florian muttered under his breath when the trouser slowly pulled down, finally revealing the puffed and reddish, but still tight, asshole.

Patrick tucked them just under Louis's balls, so the smooth sack was hanging out, but not the cock. Then he lifted the butt, and whispered, "Go on, baby, show your party trick to them."

Florian and Myrdin watched as the hole quivered like a volcano before an eruption, but this time, it erupt with an explosion of cum like a fountain hosing the bed and went as far as the floor in front of Florian and Myrdin.

"Jesus fuck!" Both of them exclaimed.

"That cunt Vyce might be only packing 4", but his cum got so deep inside you," Patrick said.

"Vyce!?" Myrdin looked at Patrick, Louis, and Florian behind him who just chuckled.

"You think we're a kid like you who wait around until their mama told him to go and take out their dick for a wee?" Florian mocked them which made Myrdin pout.

Florian chuckled again and said, "Now, now, that's why I am here, so we can train you to be a big boy. My big good boy." He said sawing three of his fingers onto Myrdin's button quicker, and just like what Patrick had told him before, "A finger up the ass is all it's needed to fix an angry bitch," he couldn't wait to apply it to Vyce.

Patrick changed his position so he was lying with his head pointing at Florian and Myrdin instead, "Lean your ass up a bit, I want to see your hole."

"You hear him!" Florian said as he pushed Myrdin's ass forward on his thigh so the boy had to lean back on his chest.

Myrdin spread his legs wider while Florian reached over his leg to keep fingering him. He could smell Florian's breath and sweat from the closeness, and although he hated to admit it, the smell made him feel something he refused to acknowledge yet his hand moved furiously jacking their cocks.

"You too, Florian," Patrick ordered.

"What? Why?"

"That's the rule brother!"

Thinking it over while his cock being jacked off was certainly helped steered his mind and made it more compliable, "Fuck it," he said before lifting his free leg up the chair's arm, turning a little bit sideways as he sat, revealing a tight little smooth pink hole. His position also made his cock turn closer to Myrdin's ass who was sitting on his other leg.

Turning to Louis, who had taken off all of his clothes, he was prostrating on Patrick's crotch, sweeping his face around the pubes and the thick shaft, before diving straight into the sack making a loud snorting noise.

"Fuck yeah, baby," Patrick cooed when Louis sucked his balls one by one, bathing them gently with his tongue.

Then he sucked both of the balls into his mouth until both of his cheeks were puffed from the balls.

Patrick lifted Louis's head a bit so their audience could see Louis with a mouthful of balls on each cheek and a huge cock splayed across his face pouring pre-cum on the head.

"Jesus..." Both of Florian and Myrdin muttered as Florian's dick inching closer and closer to the heat radiating from Myrdin's hole.

Louis pulled away and pressed his face on Patrick's red patch of pubic hair inhaling deeply, before moving to the main course, the thick 8" Irish sausage. He sloppily slathered his tongue up and down the thick phallus a couple of times, then stopped at the tip to plant a spitful sloppy kiss-suckling. His eyes were staring straight into Florian, sometimes Myrdin, he didn't discriminate, as if it was their cock that he was currently swabbing his tongue rapidly over the piss slit at.

It drove Florian wild as he moved his hand to his cock, grasping it over Myrdin's hand, and jacked it furiously, while his mouth traveled to Myrdin's neck landing in a couple of soft kisses. The twink was too far down his fuck fog to do anything besides moaning.

Patrick looked at Louis staring down their two voyeurs and looked up to see the hunk's body glistening with sweat turning red as he jacked his cock with Myrdin's hand and the twink sitting on his lap throwing his legs up moaning like a slut while fingers rapidly went in and out of his tight hole. It was both of the holes, Mydin's fingered hole and Florian's tight muscle cunt, that draw Patrick's attention, and he watched them intently as they contracted and winked at him. He couldn't stare long as Louis's ass was soon all over his face.

He smirked at the luscious hole winking at him, contracting, thinking it was inviting him to dine and feast on the puffed-out cunt, only for it to burst out with cum soaking Patrick's face with thick white goo.

"What the fuck!?" Patrick said bewildered.

Pattrick was more confused than angry, maybe a little bit upset, but when Louis looked at Patrick over his shoulder with his now slightly overgrown blonde hair draping over his shoulder while biting his lips and arching his back further to Patrick, he knew that this time, Louis wanted to push their boundaries.

Sure, he had drunk piss before, mouth to mouth from Louis, but never visible to their audience. Fine, there was that time with Sean and Connor, but they were his best friends. There was a certain mind block in his mind that forbade him to go further, to explore farther, to dive deeper into the true world of debauchery and pleasure. Then there was that time Frederic fed him his cum just a few days ago, and his words still rang in his ears, "...you don't even know what you want boy."

As much as he hated to admit it, Frederic was right. He didn't know what sex and pleasure meant, not to the same extent Frederic knew at least, and he could never surpass him if he kept holding himself back.

That, and the fact that Louis was sluttily looking at him while winking his hole, made his cock even harder and his mind even more adamant about his decision. He looked at Louis biting his lip, and then nodded at him.

Louis gave a cheeky smile before properly squatting on Patrick's head, spreading his asscheeks apart so their audience could see clearly what was about to happen.

Florian, Myrdin, and even Patrick watched closely Louis's red hole contracting and puffing out with a held breath. When it finally parted, a drop of white goo dropped out of the ass leaving behind a trail of liquid thread as it fell into Patrick's waiting mouth. He devoured it like a fish breathing water, and he didn't even flinch at the taste. He wasn't new to the taste of cum, he had tasted his cum and his best friends in one of their forfeits. But a total stranger's cum was new for him, and he didn't regret it. If anything, it proved that Frederic was right, as much as he hated it. But he loved the cum, and he swore he could taste Louis's ass in Vyce's sweet and salty cum.

Louis let out one more drop before letting a dam break loose out of his ass and Vyce's cum flooding out of the ass straight into Patrick's gut.

The cum splashed around Patrick's face as well, before Patrick finally leaned up and latched his mouth on Louis's hole, giving his husband a proper ass-to-mouth felching. He sloppily slurped the cum out of Louis's ass and even let the never-ending stream soak his face. It was a wonder how much Vyce had cum.

"Fuck! That's so hot, bro!" Florian said, his cockhead was already knocking on Myrdin's finger-full hole.

When the cum finally died down, Patrick's gut already had its fill, but not the cock.

He slapped Louis's ass and pulled the man to bend over the edge of the bed as he climbed on the ass, "Now on to the main course!"

His cock was pointing down at Louis's hole while Louis lay on the edge of the bed on his stomach, legs on the floor, and dick pressing the bedframe.

Florian and Myrdin watched intently as the huge 8" cock slid easily, inch by inch, into Louis's wet and sloppy asshole. They watched it spread and contracted around the asshole, massaging it gently and when the cock was fully in, a burst of cum flooded out of Louis's already-filled hole.

"Just how much that fucking Vyce cum in you!?" Florian shouted to no one.

Patrick pulled his cock until the head remain, and then slammed it home making more cum burst out and making the thigh-ass slapping sound more pronounced. He repeated it a couple of times before finally, with cock still deep in Louis's ass, he filled their body around, so Louis was laying on his back on top of Patrick's body.

Louis spread his legs further apart to give a better sight of their copulation as he slammed his ass up and down meeting Patrick's thrusts.

Florian and Myrdin watched in amazement as Patrick's 8" dick appeared and disappeared within a second into Louis's swinging ass.

"That looked like it could hurt like hell," Myrdin said, ass still rutting on Florian's three fingers.

"Are you kidding me, look at his cock!" Florian pointed out at Louis's 7" cock swinging around and splattering his pre-cum everywhere, "He looks like he is in heaven."

"He did..." Myrdin said seemingly in a trance looking at Louis's cock swinging like a pendulum.

"I bet it feels good," he heard Florian low baritone voice speaking into his ear, before feeling wet kisses on his neck.

"I bet it does..."

"Do you want to feel good, baby?" Florian cooed, withdrawing his fingers and tapping his cockhead on the quivering asshole.

"Yes..." He slurred, "Fuck! What are you doing!?" he screamed a second later when he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

"Sssh baby, I am trying to make you feel good... you're a good boy, right?" Florian kissed and bit on Myrdin's neck and jacked his cock trying to distract him while he pushed his cock past the virgin ring.

"It hurts! Oh! Fuck, pull it out! Please, fuck!" Myrdin tried to move his body around, but even with one arm, Florian could keep Myrdin stay still while his cock head penetrated the tight ass, "Ohhh!" Myrdin exclaimed.

"Congratulations, boy! You're no longer a virgin!" Florian said slapping Myrdin's face without stopping his cock advance.

"Fuck!" Myrdin exclaimed as his screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure when Florian's cock passed a particular spot in his ass, "What the fuck is that?"

Florian who knew what it felt like for his prostate to be pressed, whispered into Myrdin's ear, "That is your bitch button, boy." He continued pressing into the spot then grinding his cock around for a deeper pressure.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me..."

"Since you've been a good boy, I'll oblige," he said before bringing Myrdin to the pound town. He might have not fuck a man, but once his dick was inside a hole, everything came naturally to Florian.

Not only did he power-slam his cock up Myrdin's ass until the body bounced back up, but he also used his other hand to impale Myrdin's ass back into his cock.

"Fuck me!!!" Myrdin shouted at the top of his lungs as he was repeatedly slammed up and down the cock right on his button.

"Whose your daddy?"

"You!"

"You're my good boy?"

"Yes, Daddy! Please fuck me, daddy!"

Florian looked across at Patrick who was smiling and giving him a thumb, then he looked at Patrick with a smug smile as if he was challenging him to a fuck off.

Patrick smirked back, then propped Louis's feet on top of his legs. He spread the asshole which still had his cock embedded to Florian before began jackhammering all of 8" cock in and out.

"Fuck yeah!" This time, it was Louis who screamed with a vibrating voice from the rapid pounding.

Didn't want to lose, Florian moved to his favorite position in reverse standing missionary with Myrdin's legs propping on Florian's legs making him hang by the arms which were held by Florian. Myrdin literally squatted sideways on Florian's legs as Florian drove his cock into his ass as deep as he could. Florian would slam his cock as hard as he could into Myrdin making the ass swing forward from the impact, but was quickly pulled back by the arms impaling it right back to the cock.

Myrdin's eyes rolled back until only white remained and it was a wonder how he could still maintain his posture while Florian power-slamming him, and soon, his cock began spurting cum everywhere.

It was clear that Florian had more advantages than Patrick. For one, Myrdin was a virgin with a tight ass while Louis's, although he did have an elastic ass, was already shaped to Patrick's cock. But in the end, Myrdin cumming first and making a mess only heightened Patrick's excitement as he hammered harder into Louis's custom-made cocksleeve trying to make him cum as well. Both of them did end up coating the floor with cum.

They pity whoever had to clean the thick layer of cum off the stone floor later, but they didn't care.

By the end of the night, they all moved onto the bed with Louis and Myrdin's faces flat on the bed while their asses were high up and close to each other cheeks to cheeks. On top of them, Florian was driving his 4" in and out of Louis's ass while Patrick sawed his in and out of Myrdin's. Despite both of them having to angle and spread their legs quite wide for this position, they found a liking to the position. It was because the position gave them better access to the hole or the hole gripped them tighter, but from the newfound bond and excitement, and just a wave of electric pleasure they felt each time their balls grinding against each other. The sensation of sack-to-sack contact heightened the pleasure and strengthened the brotherly bond that they forged overnight. And when they got lucky, both of their assholes would meet and the jolt of electricity from the friction turned their balls inside out.

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When he woke up, Patrick barely remembered how he slept. He remembered he had a mind-shattering orgasm and perhaps collapsed from there, but it certainly was one of the best sleep he had after coming to Francia. In his arms were Louis peacefully sleeping, his golden hair draped over Patrick's chest, something they rarely did in the comfort of the palace. He had never felt so fulfilled, and so satisfied. Sure he might've felt amazing when he first cunted Louis, but last night was a new high for him. He realized that he had been looking at things in the wrong way, one shouldn't force pleasure onto others, the way he brute forced his way into sex as he did with Louis and the Frankish court was no true pleasure. Sure they were having sex, but they didn't do it in Patrick's name or even Louis's. It's about connection, experience, and love; to some degree, the Occitans were much better at sex than them. Still, if they were that good then why would they have to sneak just to fuck with their boy lover? Clearly, the notion of sex and pleasure were pretty much admonished by the church which in turn embedded their fear of it within the culture. For that, he needed to show them pleasure, but not as a debauched randy barbarian, but as a magnanimous Prince of Pleasure.

"You've woken up?" Louis said, suddenly stirred from his sleep.

"Yeah..." Patrick smiled at him, caressing Louis's golden lock.

"So..." Louis traced his fingers down the middle of Patrick's pecs which seemed to be firmer, he clearly doing his best to maintain his physique for Louis, "Are you mad?"

"What!? Why would I be?"

"You know, I suddenly make you eat cum and all of that in front of Florian. I know how fragile you Leinster are with your image like the noble ladies are."

"Fuck off!" He laughed and patted Louis's head, "I suppose we do, huh."

They looked across the window, light shining down, with melodious birds chirping from outside the room. They remained silent as Patrick's finger now traced Louis's temple, down to his nose, then lips. He brought them up and kissed them lightly.

"It was amazing. Without you, I would've never done that."

Louis smiled, "Glad I could be of service."

"What makes you think to do that?"

"Well, I could see that what Frederic said was clearly bothering you. So, I thought, maybe you need a push out of your boundaries. You know, just to clear your mind."

Patrick smiled gently and pecked Louis on the lips, "And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to be guiding you. I guess I am disappointing you again, am I not?"

Louis looked at Patrick as if he was being silly, "Of course not! We're husbands, you said so. I don't know how a couple works where you came from, but here, we have each other back. You have mine and I have yours."

Patrick looked down at Louis with his cheeks turned red, almost as red as his hair. He leaned in and planted his mouth on Louis's. Patrick kissed Louis a lot, and he knew how good Louis's lips felt on his. But even then he realized he didn't spend enough time appreciating the man he owned, and the man who owned him. Their kiss was gentle and soft. It wasn't full of desire, yet carried the same intensity. Accompanied by the birds chirping, that morning became one of the most beautiful mornings in their memories.

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Louis's entourage was done with their breakfast and was busy preparing for their departure to Lyon. As with the dinner, the breakfast was also lavish and could feed the entire village. Arnaud even gave them some more supplies to help them on their way, and a map for safe travels. He had to say, Louis really loved the porridge that Arnaud's chef made, and he knew his father loved them as well. Charles didn't really like spending time with Arnaud, but he always looked forward to having the porridge, he even ordered Arnaud to serve them for dinner as well whenever he visited. Charles was always asking Arnaud for the secret recipe, but he kept coyly denying Charles and expertly changing the topic.

It was when he visited Arnaud in his study room that day that he knew what the secret ingredient was.

There sitting on an ornate chair, Arnaud had his trousers on his ankles while jacking his cock when Louis came to the room, his beer gut with a patch of treasure trail was showing. It was an 8" cut wine bottle-thick cock on top of a pair of chicken egg-sized balls. He waved the guards who were guarding the room out, as he motioned for Louis to get closer.

"Your dad always asked me to pack him an extra of his special `porridge' so he could eat it during travel. We don't want to break the tradition, don't we? Well, I guess we kinda did since now, I am about to feed you the porridge straight to your mouth instead of under the guise of a meal."

Without command, Louis crawled on all four until he reached the cock, and then impaled his own head on it, choking himself. Arnaud laughed and sipped his wine while Louis was worshipping his cock.

The balls weren't just for show, as the cum that Arnaud fed him kept Louis full and sated until dinner.

Patrick still hadn't talked to Connor or Sean. Connor did try to strike up a conversation a couple of times but was always pulled away by Sean. Patrick did not pursue them further as he knew he needed to let them cool off before he finally talked to them, and he needed to mentally prepare himself for an apology as well. After a few nights of traveling and fucking, they finally reached the city of Lyon. From there, they set sail down the river Rhone and onwards to the Mediterranean Sea.

• Hello! I am finally back after a year. I know I said I didn't want to make the yearly update a habit, but life got in the way once again. I swear I tried. But I bring with me a huge update as well, three chapters, 2 for Francia and 1 for the Sultanate of Rum. Granted, it's probably this long because I tried to update all three of them at the same time. And if you have noticed, I also made a website to be sort of the list of characters, a compendium. I hope it's worth the wait.

Also, going forward, I want to try something new as well. As you can see I always write a long chapter. What goes behind the scenes is that I finish writing the chapters scene by scene (which took the longest) before editing it. So I am thinking maybe I should've just posted the chapters scene by scene instead of a chapter full of them, that way, maybe I could make a more frequent update at the cost of a shorter chapter. I know it's going to be hard for me to keep track of things, but it's worth the try, I think.

For a quick note, I changed Louis's mom's name from Marie (I think) to Isodora to sort of hint at her Greek heritage, as well as give her a better name than just generic Marie or Maria.

Also, I made a new Ko-fi page if any of you like my stories and want to tip and donate to me, I really appreciate it. I don't want to do a subscription because I don't want to disappoint anyone if I can't keep a scheduled update. Anyway, it's not necessary, and I really appreciate even just your kind words or constructive criticism! Thank you as always!