Kingdom of Francia

This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotica sets in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Age. 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 did 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 unsuitable for certain people, such as relationship with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author haven'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 installment at gantengcks@gmail.com. And please support nifty to keep the site running and help author like me learning and keep publishing their work.

Characters List:

Louis Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Early twenties. A blonde-haired man with a lean solid toned body who had pretty blue eyes. He looked like a sculpture with his sharp nose, curly hair, and sharp jaws. He has a perky round butt that wasn't too big or too small. He was a king and always carried himself as a noble no matter where he was.

Charles II Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Deceased (early forties). Louis's late father. A blonde-haired man with a lean muscular body. He looked just like Louis, except he was older and has more beard and body hair. They even shared the same size butt and demeanor, except he was much stricter.

Pepin Carolingian: 6" cock. Frankish. Early Forties. Louis's uncle. A blonde-haired man who looked like a little bit older Louis more than his brother or his own son. But where as Louis looked gentle and benevolent, Pepin looked mean and snotty.

Hugo Carolingian: 7" cock. Frankish. Louis's cousin. Late twenties. A naturally beefy guy who didn't need any exercise to keep his body in a well-shape. He had huge pecs and a solid gut. Despite being married, he was the leader of the bachelors' group in Louis's court. A degenerate and well-known flirt.

Patrick MacCarthal: 9" uncut cock. Leinster. Early twenties. He was lean and slightly toned with red pubic hairs similar to his head. He was a handsome cheeky man with green eyes. He was the youngest son of the Chieftain of Leinster. His body wasn't as hairy as his dad's, but he did have some hair on his chest and ass.

Sean O'Connely: 8" uncut cock. Leinster. Early twenties. Son of Rian O'Connely. He was tall and toned. He was pale, had red hair, and a pair of black eyes. His face was more on the cute side, especially with his dimples. He was covered in soft red hair around his body, especially his ass where the hair grew so thick it made his ass looked red.

Connor Murphy: 9" uncut cock. Leinster. Mid twenties. He was short and skinny. He had short black hair and a pair of black eyes. Patrick's best friend. He was considered a wimp in the tribe, but behind the curtain, he had fucked a lot of the "studs" since he was young. His cock was said to be magical. It was thin with a big mushroom head, and it bent slightly upward. Despite the shape of glans, the hard bone on the head was quite small making his victims felt like their prostate was being punctured by the snake.

Lancelot de Bordeaux: 7" cock. Frankish. Mid twenties. The famous Knight of the Rose. He was handsome, tall, and muscular, all around adonis. He had shoulder length brunette-hair and five o'clock shadow, which somehow fit well with his big doe eyes and supple lips. His best feature was his phat bubbly asscheeks that even his armor couldn't hide.

Stephanus: 5" thin cock. Frankish. Late sixties. Louis's court chaplain. He was an archbishop and everything you'd expect from a rotting old priest would like; old, wrinkly, and fat. Despite being old, his stamina was as young as any teenager.

Lucas Bouviers: 15" thick meaty anaconda. Frankish. Barely adult. He was a pale skinny and tall man. He didn't have any muscle on him. He was a brunette with green eyes. Despite being an adult, he still looked like a teenager.

Damien Le Roux: 8" uncut cock. Frankish. Mid-thirties. He was a thin good-looking man who dressed handsomely as well. He had dark hair and a short beard. he was the court jester during Charles' reign, and now he was the event organizer for Louis. Like Hugo, he was also a flirt despite being married.

Mason Le Roux: 6" uncut cock. Frankish. Teen. Damien's son. He was a handsome man with pale skin. His hair was dark without any beard or body hair, except pubes. He was his father's partner in crime in their sexcapades and often saw double-teaming any holes they could find. He was married to a young girl.

Bartholomew Russo: 6" cut cock. Italian. Late thirties. He was a handsome man with a bald head and a nice mustache. He dressed in expensive clothes and often looked like a snob. He was also the heir of a powerful merchant's house in Liguria. He was a friend of Pepin Carolingian and often fucked his wife.

Martin Moymir: 6" cut cock. Slavic. Late twenties. He had black hair and black eyes. He was an adonis with a muscular body. He had massive pecs and tits. His abs were washboard eight packs with strong calves. He had dimples just like his uptight muscular round butt. He was also the youngest and dearest brother of the King of Moravia.

Cian Walsh: 7" uncut cock with a bulbous head. Leinster. Early forties. He was an average-looking man despite the scars on his face. He had short blonde hair which he shaved on the sides of his head. His body was covered in tattoos. Although he wasn't a hunk, he was a muscular man with an eight-pack. He used to be an ugly man with no respect for making himself look good. Once he fell head over heels for Louis, he began changing himself to look more presentable.

William: 7" can thick cock. Norse. Early thirties. He was rough around the edge and had tattoos on his thick arms and hairy body. He had braided blonde hair. He was a hunk who worked as Louis's blacksmith.

Adam: 6" thick cock. Mixed Norse-Frankish. Early teen. A bastard. He was a much more handsome man than his father. Although he wasn't muscular, he did have some muscle on him. He also had a smooth body in contrast to William's hairy body. He was William's adopted son and protégé who looked like William.

Pierre: 5" Bottle-thick cock. Frankish. Early forties. The stablemaster. He had auburn short hair and shaved beard that had grown longer than it should. He didn't care about grooming which only added more charisma to his ruggish look. He hooked up regularly with Charlotte, Louis's cousin, and often shared her with William.

Timothy Andre: 6" cock with egg-sized balls. Frankish. Mid-thirties. He was fair-skinned with auburn wavy short hair. His body was toned and tall. He looked younger than his edge. He was the Commander of Paris City Watch. He was a handsome man with a noble upbringing which made him cocky. He was known to be a corrupt commander hated by the peasants and his underlings.

As the days went by, and Patrick spent too much time with the Moravian Prince, Louis was getting more and more antsy with each passing day. His foul mood was plastered on his face as he answered the pleas from the petitioners. It wasn't like he didn't get a single fuck during those days, Patrick did fuck him silly every single night still. However, Patrick spent most of the days with Martin instead of with Louis, a fact that irritated Louis more than he thought. Not that they were bound by the hip all the time before, well, except during their honeymoon, but still, Louis just didn't like Martin.

And of course, when he saw Louis sulking, Patrick always said they wanted to make sure the first theatrical performance was amazing. The play was about Louis after all.

Louis believed him. But Louis didn't need a spy to know Patrick was balls deep in Martin during all of those times they were writing the script, and Martin also knew it annoyed Louis so much Patrick was balls deep more in him than in Louis.

Martin always had this annoying smirk whenever their eyes met in the hallway or somewhere, and sometimes, he would exaggerate his limping or even loudly fart his cum out as he passed Louis.

Patrick also made Martin naked all the time everywhere, most of the time with Patrick's fingers in him. Patrick reasoned that Martin would need to remain naked for the man to be able to gain inspiration. Technically, Martin was allowed to wear clothes at night, when he was no longer writing a script. But at night, his loyal servants also wanted a go at Martin's sloppy hole. They flirted with him and almost every single time, Martin ended up naked on his bed being dicked down by his servants. He didn't realize that his wife was no longer sleeping with him, let alone knew his servants whore his wife around the slums.

Louis did not doubt that Patrick knew he didn't like the attention Patrick gave to Martin. Louis often caught Patrick smirking after Louis tried to murder Martin with his stare. At times like those, Patrick would pull out his fingers that just had been inside Martin's ass and feed them to Louis.

Once, Martin even dared to come into their bedroom in the morning, saying he had gotten inspiration but it was stuck in his head, so he needed a good pounding to loosen his head. More like loosening his ass. Of course, Patrick happily obliged and told Louis to watch as he pounded the living shit out of Martin on Louis's bed. Louis did try to get some action, but Patrick's feet would be there to hold his face from coming closer, and sometimes, Martin would also "accidentally" kick square him in the face when Patrick wasn't looking. After they finished, Patrick kept his cock inside Martin spooning the man, and ordered Louis to jack himself off until he came. They went to sleep on Louis's bed, while Louis had to clean up to open the throne room.

One particular midday, Louis was so upset he decided to close the throne room and stomped his way out, ignoring disapproval shouts from the petitioners. Louis went to the bathhouse, and he was relaxing on a lounge naked when a man suddenly appeared. He wasn't someone Louis recognize, but he was a Leinster, which explained how he could get into his bathhouse.

"How did you get in?" Louis said when the man sat on the floor beside Louis's lounge chair.

"Your guard tried to hold me off, so I told them to get eggplant and carrot from the kitchen, fuck themselves with that in front of the cook until they cum, gather the cum into a bowl, and have the cook make them a soup with the veggies and the cum. I told them to eat it in front of the cook cause I'm going to ask the cook if they've done what they're told." He smirked, and his smirk only grew wider when he saw Louis's cock twitched. He grabbed Louis's hardening cock, and said, "I knew you're going to like that."

Louis just chuckled and eased himself letting the guy work on his cock.

"Here, your ass muscle must be tired, now that Patrick's limp cock doesn't massage it 24/7 anymore." The guy said suddenly working his fingers inside Louis.

Louis was surprised, but the guy did speak the truth. He spread his legs wider so the man had better access into his hole.

It wasn't long before the guy pushed on his bitch button and made Louis moan as the fingers dance inside his ass while his other hand jacked Louis's cock.

When the guy's mouth caught Louis's mouth, Louis found himself breathless. The stubbles were tickling his face, it was such a clear comparison to Patrick's smooth face.

Suddenly, the guy devoured Louis's cock straight into his throat, Louis howled when his 7" cock was suddenly massaged by the guy's throat muscle.

The guy kept changing between bobbing his head down Louis's shaft and deep throating Louis's cock, and Louis could only moan. As that tongue lapped his entire length, Louis could feel his cum building up, ready to burst.

`I am cumming!" He said grabbing the guy's head as he cum inside the guy's mouth.

After the last spurt, the guy pulled him into a kiss which Louis accepted. They exchange Louis's cum between them, and then Louis pulled the guy by the cock, aiming its huge head at his hole.

"We can do that later. Why don't we relax your muscles a little bit." The guy said pulling away from Louis.

Louis was disappointed, but the guy kissed him again. He suddenly was lifted off the ground, still kissing the man. As the man carried him like he weighed nothing, the huge cock head was teasing his entrance. After a couple of steps, Louis found himself on his stomach on the massage table where his father used to get his spank massage from Damien.

"Your face looked like an ass this whole week, so I think a little bit of massage will calm you down a little bit." Louis heard he say as the guy's fingers expertly released the tension from his muscle. "Not that your ass-face is any less pretty than this ass."

Louis chuckled when the guy's attention turned to his ass and clearly spent a lot more time massaging his asshole than anywhere else.

"Who are you? And why are you doing this?" Louis finally asked.

"What? You couldn't remember your second husband? I am hurt. Should I sit on your face from morning to midnight again so you could remember me and my taste?"

Louis looked over his shoulder, "Cian?" he said after a while.

"The one and only."

"You look... different." Louis turned around and sat while facing Cian.

"Yeah? Do you like it?" Cian flexed his huge biceps in front of Louis's face. He flexed harder when he saw Louis mesmerized by the veins in his bicep.

"Absolutely gorgeous."

"Kiss it."

Louis looked at Cian deep into his eyes. Slowly, his face inched closer to the muscle, planting a kiss on there without even breaking eye contact.

"I did it for you. All of it." Cian suddenly lifted Louis's legs closer to his face, "My muscles," He kissed Louis's feet, "my cock," he kissed Louis's calf, "my balls," he kissed Louis's inner thighs. "my soul." He kissed Louis's ballsack. "Fuck! My asshole is yours as well." He pressed his nose up Louis's balls and said, "So fuck Patrick if he didn't fuck your ass. You still have my cock and my fucking whole regiment cocks. You're the emperor! Patrick ain't got no shit up your ass, you're the fucking emperor! All you need to do is ask. No, all you need to do is give an order."

Louis looked at Cian's eyes whose nose was still deep inside his ballsack and face covered in Louis's now hard cock and leaking. The eyes looked at him as if challenging him, waiting for an order. "Sniff."

Cian closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, taking in the smell of Louis's sweaty balls. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and pulled back. His eyes bored into Louis's, "You didn't tell me to stop."

At first, he didn't understand what Cian meant but looking at those lustful determined eyes, somehow he understood. He said, "I didn't tell you to stop." Louis smacked his cock on Cian's face.

Cian dutifully went back to sniffing Louis's balls, this time, without stopping, not even when Louis's suddenly said, "Lick my balls."

That was when Louis realized Cian had quite a long tongue, maybe that was why he was breathless when they kissed earlier. His tongue could even reach his taint all the while the leader of Rutting Staf audibly sniffed his ballsack. When he was rock hard, Louis pulled Cian away by the hair, "Suck my cock."

It was Cian's first time sucking cock, cocksucking was a bitch job after all, but he wasn't an amateur. He began pecking Louis's head before suckling on the head while rapidly licking the head and the underside, making the cock leak even more precum. Although he needed some time to adjust, it wasn't hard for the man to deepthroat Louis's 7" cock.

No matter whether Louis was the dominant one or the submissive one, he was moaning like a bitch.

Cian grabbed Louis's hand and guided it to his head trying to have him pull Cian by the hair. Louis pulled his hand back, and looked Cian in the eyes, "I want to see you eat my fucking cock like your life depends on it. If I don't like it, I am going to replace you and you can be your team bitch-boy for the rest of your life."

Cian's cock burst alive like it was about to explode when he saw that newfound fire in Louis's eyes. "May I jack my cock, sire?"

"Fucking beat your pathetic cock, you cuck."

Cian didn't need to be told twice, he ate Louis's cock like he hadn't eaten for months all the while beating his own wet cock.

"That's what you are, right? A fucking pathetic cuck. You said you're my second husband but we all know I never even considered you as one. All of this muscle you build, this haircut, all to please me because you know you can never beat Patrick. You can beat him in a fight with all of those muscles, but what about fighting for me? You'll know he'll wipe the floor with your face, and the floor would have his cum I shitted straight from my cunt!"

Cian was a soldier, and he always do what he was told. So when Louis told him to suck as his life depended on it, he did just that. His head moved up and down Louis's shaft so fast he didn't even stop to choke or gag, though his spits did pour down Louis's legs. The more Louis humiliated him, the faster he got. He got so horn up with the dirty talk he stuffed his finger up Louis's ass without asking for permission.

"Fuck me!" Louis said when the finger drove and crashed right on his spot. "Fuck, you love that don't you? You just want to be with me, right? It doesn't matter as a husband or my slave. Fuck! Right there! Fuck me! Fuck I might just give you my fucking slave tattoo... or better yet," Louis made Cian look at him while his cock disappeared completely down Cian's head, "I'll fucking mark you with Patrick's slave tattoo."

Louis screamed on top of his head when Cian suddenly pulled away and slammed his cock up Louis's chute rapidly. Both of their muscle tensing and glistening from the sweat. Louis was folded in half as Cian drilled his ass with his hard angry cock, he swore he could hear the massage table crack.

It was clear as well that Cian wasn't only focusing on getting himself off as his hands were both on Louis's nipples, flicking them and pinching them while his mouth ravished Louis's mouth. Their eyes never once lost eye contact, and Louis watched that lust-filled gaze bore into his soul fucking his eyes like how the cock ravaged his ass. It wasn't long before both of them filled the tension built in their cocks and released it as they scream into each other mouths.

Cian pulled his face away and slowed down, but Louis was having none of that. He flipped their position so now Louis was the one on top of Cian as he impaled himself on Cian's sensitive cock.

"Wait, I need a minute."

"You said Patrick had a limp dick right? But he can go on for rounds, so don't you fucking dare getting soft." Louis said pinching Cian's nipples. When the man moaned harder and his cock jolted up in his ass, Louis knew he didn't need to stop. So he didn't and rode his new horse even faster. Cian did eventually take control and railed Louis's ass, but once he cummed, Louis still didn't stop. And the cycle repeated.

When midnight approached, Cian's cock had been squirting piss for a while instead of cum. His cock remained hard, especially when Louis mentioned Patrick would still have a tank full of cum by now. Both of them were red all over their body from exhaustion, but Louis still didn't want to stop.

"Get up, and call your soldiers here. All of them." He pulled Cian up, then climbed up the massage table.

"What about Patrick? He's probably in your room waiting."

"Fuck him. If he wanted a fuck, told him to get that fucking bitch Martin. Get out and get your men here!"

Louis suddenly felt a flesh rubbing on his feet, "Okay. What about my punishment, for not satisfying you enough?"

That caught Louis off guard, but he did welcome the suggestion, "If they ask for what, you're going to tell them your cock run out of cum and piss right in front of them."

"Right." Louis heard Cian say, "What about my punishment for fucking you without permission?"

Louis chuckled as he tugged his still hard aching cock, "You're going to stand beside me, legs apart, and anyone who cums in me is allowed to knee you on the balls."

He heard Cian's grunt, and then he felt his feet wet with a few last spurts of Cian's cum and piss. Then he felt pecks on both of his balls before hearing the door open and close.

A few moments later, he heard the door open followed by wolf whistles and mocking laughter. Cian suddenly appeared in front of Louis, hands behind his head, and his legs apart, giving a clear shot to his low-hanging balls for everyone.

One guy suddenly pulled Cian's balls from behind, calling him a wimp for leaving the emperor famished, which made Cian grunt. The guy was Cian's handsome bitch, Shawn.

"Cum in him or hands off my balls, cunt. And don't even think you are free after this."

Shawn smirked as he kissed Cian's cheek, "I can't wait, it's been a while since you're this turned on."

When Shawn approached, he thought he would be fucked right there and then, but instead, he was hauled, tied by the waist with a rope, and hanged on one of the statues in the bathhouse. He watched as the men moved closer to his defenseless body hanging like a lump of meat ready to be butchered. His mouth and ass were butchered as they spit-roasted him until morning.

Later, Louis found out that since then, Cian gave Shawn new training to strengthen Shawn's balls. Shawn would have a weight tied to his own balls all the time, no matter where he was and what he was doing. Cian even decreed that the weight won't come off even on the battlefield.

That night, Patrick too followed what Louis suggested to him. he fucked Martin in Louis's bedroom, and he made sure to make a mess, a huge mess. That morning, Louis was summoned to his own room by Patrick, and his pissed-off face didn't even change, especially not when he saw Martin lying on his bed obliterated wearing his clothes and crown. Martin's cock was "covered" with what Louis assumed Martin's loincloth, but it was drenched in cum it didn't provide much coverage.

Martin's face and mouth were covered with Louis's loincloths while his thick legs and arms were tied to the head bedposts revealing his broken dam for a hole flooding Louis's bed with cum and piss. There were clear handprints on his body, but mostly his ass, and his pecs were covered in hickeys.

When Patrick saw Louis, he pulled Martin's cum drenched loincloth and said as he approached Louis, "I heard you've been sulking because you've been missing my cum so much. So here it is boy." Patrick pressed Martin's loincloth on Louis's face hard.

Patrick wasn't done, however.

"And I've heard you also called me, selfish stud who only cares about myself, you probably didn't say that, but that's the story I am rolling with. So now, I am going to give you the luxury of smelling my cum until midday. Martin there had been graciously storing my cum inside his ass. You're fucking welcome, cunt." Patrick easily manhandled Louis into laying on his back on the bed, and then put Martin's ass on his wet loincloth-covered face.

"I know you're jealous of Martin, but I want the play to be perfect. And he got a tight hole, and I want to ruin it for everyone else once I am done with him. I want him to feel like a used whore whenever he gets fucked or takes a dump and I want him to know and tell anyone who asks I am the one who ruins his hole."

Martin's cock jerked when Patrick said that.

Louis scoffed, "In your dream! I am not jealous of a mere prince!" He said cockily which didn't inspire much confidence since he said it while his face was buried under the said prince's ass and his face was also covered with the said prince's cum and piss soaked loincloth.

Martin let out a wet fart followed by a wave of cum running down Louis's face right after Louis said that. Both Patrick and Martin laughed at him.

Before long, Louis heard Patrick leaving the room, and he could also feel his face getting wetter and moister from the cum coming out of Martin's ass. That fucking bitch Martin also occasionally swung his leg right on Louis's ball hard, making him whimper, but faking it as sleep-talking.

That was how their dynamic going for a few days. Louis didn't stop sulking, but he did find new fun in form of Cian, who was always ready whenever he needed him, and the Rutting Stags. Louis occasionally dropped by their training and did inspections. Sometimes it was an ass inspection, sometimes it was cocks, and some other times, balls. He would call some of the guys, slathered whatever he craved for with his tongue, and end the inspection with their cum up his ass. He also banned them from ever taking a bath, he even held a private competition for the smelliest man each month. Cian would choose five contestants, and then, each of them would carry Louis upside down and put Louis's head inside their trousers as they ground Louis's head on their cock.

Patrick also used Louis's jealousy as an opportunity to "teach" Louis his place by humiliating Louis even more. Eating Patrick's cum straight from Martin's ass every night was a common thing whenever Martin was invited to their fucking, which happened more often. It also included sleeping with Louis's head inside Martin's crotch covered by the unwashed wet loincloth which Martin only put on for Louis to sleep in. Once Patrick fucked Louis right in front of Martin while dunking Louis's head inside a filled chamberpot. It was a usual thing for them, except that time, the chamberpot was filled and refilled by Martin while Louis's head was still inside. Patrick also had Louis's grandfather statue that had a fake small cock, thanks to Charles, replaced with a real 8" replica made by Corentin a long time ago. He also had Louis, Hugo, and Martin rode the cock until they came thrice each. That was also when Patrick revealed he planned to find a way to make a fuckable hole in a statue so he could add one to Charles II's statue, Louis's father, as well as the first Emperor, Charles I, and Charles I's father, Martel, the great commander who drove away the Muhammadans. All that was left by then was to open the tomb to the public. He did say he was also going to have Charles I's hole multifunction as a toilet, desecrating his tomb even further.

"I won't let that fucking slut rest in peace after what he did to you. I'm fucking making him rest in piss." He laughed as he unapologetically made a terrible pun. They did kiss tenderly after, and that night, had one of their best fuck as well, just the two of them. Yet the next day, Patrick continued his games with Martin to make Louis jealous, and Louis went back sulking.

Other than that, Louis opened the throne room as usual. On normal days he would have petty matters like land border issues and stray sheep or cows grazing on other farmers' land. He would solve them normally, with fences. If the petitioners were annoying him, which happened more often the past few days, Louis would embrace his creativity. He told the pesky petitioners fighting over their land borders to brawl with each other. The loser would not only lose the land, but he also had to serve the winner as his wife, including cooking, cleaning, and fucking, and the winner had to fuck the loser at least once a day.

A similar case would also be true for an infidelity trial. The husband and the adulterer would fight and if the husband wins, the husband took the wife and could stuff anything up the adulterer's ass. The adulterer was no longer allowed to wear pants and had to wear whatever was stuffed inside his ass for a year. Some picked eggplant, carrot, and some cruel ones picked chilies. If the husband picked a cock, the husband's cock was the one that would be stuck in the adulterer's ass at least for a day, and then the husband may choose someone else's cock to replace his in case he didn't want to spend a year in the adulterer's ass. If he did want to stick his cock up the adulterer's ass for a year, the adulterer would have to quit his job and follow the husband where ever he went. Of course, it would raise the question of sodomy, to which Louis replied, "They're not committing sodomy. They're punishing each other with a sword. Only, this sword is made of flesh instead of steel, and couldn't kill, yet could deliver the same pain for the one it punishes and pleasure for the punisher."

If the adulterer won, however, he could choose to take the wife for himself. Alternatively, he could choose to fill in for the husband instead. Meaning that he would take care of fucking while the husband took care of making money business. Louis reasoned, "We always blame the wife when it comes to adultery, but what if it's the husband's fault? What if the husband couldn't satisfy the wife? I know, sex is about procreation and not pleasure, but good procreation would result in spiritual pleasure as well. It's the husband's fault for not being able to fulfill his husband's duty that the wife cheated. So the husband needs to be responsible if the wife cheated." By that, Louis implied that the husband would have to be the ultimate cuck and take care of the bull and his future bastards. The husband, of course, didn't have to legitimize the bastard, but at the same time, sometimes it wasn't clear which ones were the bastards.

You'd think Louis's creative punishment would make people hide their adultery, but it seemed more and more cases of infidelity were reported to Louis's court each day. Most of them were not even reported by the husband, but by the adulterers themselves. They used it as a way to remarry or as an act of revenge. Some adulterers found the thought of bullying someone, freeloading their house, and forcing him into raising their brats appealing. Louis also found a business opportunity in this case since the one snared by infidelity was not only commoners but also nobles who might not have experience in fighting. So, for a good sum of gold, those nobles were allowed to hire a champion to fight for them.

In some cases for stray cows, which interest Louis the least, if the petitioners dare to upset Louis, he'd have the owner of the cows be milked and the owner of the land drink the cum straight from the cock. Let's just say some of them never learned their lesson. Not that Louis ever learned those farmers, who were the ones stocking Louis's palace with milk, replaced some portion of the milk with their cum as well.

The strangest case Louis had to take care of was when the commander of the city watch, a hunk and handsome man in his thirties with auburn hair, a toned body, and milky white skin, suddenly brought him an old foreigner from the middle east, clearly a Muhammadan from his clothing, claiming he was a thief, a robber, and a pirate. The old man himself said he was a merchant bringing goods for the King of Brittany and he had a permit to do so. The commander said the permit was fake and refused to give Louis the permit. The report was clearly prejudiced, but instead of exerting his authority toward the commander, however, Louis said he want to see the good so he could judge the honesty of the merchant himself. The merchant brought in a lot of herbs; most of them only grew in small numbers in deserts. Those herbs were used for pleasure and medication, and when the merchant asked to demonstrate, he specifically asked the commander to test the drugs. Louis agreed, ignoring the commander's consent.

The merchant rolled the strongest weed he ever produced and gave the roll to the commander, which he took with a smug face. The handsome cocky commander even showed the roll to the attending peasants before dramatically smoking the joint. He thought he'd given it a whiff and blew the smoke on the merchant's face, but instead, he tensed as he suddenly overcame with pleasure and came in his pants. His eyes rolled back and the smoke come out of his nose without even he realized as he pissed cum inside his trouser. Luckily, he didn't wear plate armor on his lower body, so everyone could see his expensive trousers had an expanding wet spot. When the wet spot was large enough, the merchant pulled down the commander's trousers, showing the commander's 3" soft cock pumping cum out non-stop as his egg-sized balls pulled so high it stuck on the side of his dick base with a visible pumping motion.

"This is to keep him hard," the merchant said as he stuffed one of the commander's nostrils with a ball of crushed leaves, making the cock shoot straight up revealing a 6" hard cock that did not stop cumming. "This is to make him produce more cum, but it stings if you use it when you cum, not that he can do anything about it." The merchant rubbed salved on the commander's two huge balls, making the balls redden and his whole body tensed even more. The cock did start hosing the floor with cum, however. "And this one is for medication, but some sultan did love to use it to play with their slaves." Or infidel prisoners. Especially the nobles. Most definitely, an emperor of they could get their hands on one. Of course, he didn't say that. He showed some kind of sandy rock and then stuffed it up the commander's bubble ass.

His muscle suddenly bulged, the veins looked like they were about to pop, and his cock spewed even more cum. His solid posture suddenly buckled and, for the first time, he produced an unintelligible sound before his ass making an even louder fart followed by an explosion of shits that lasted for a while.

"Disgusting!" Louis said closing his nose, hoping nobody noticed his growing bulge.

"I am sorry, your highness! These drugs are used for medication and pleasure by the sultans, I hope now you can believe me."

"I do believe you, but for this insolence, I'll need to be compensated with some of your drugs. A fifth of what you have would be enough, consider it as a toll, in return, you'll have my permit that will free you from toll into Brittany. If these drugs are as useful as it sounds, you might be hearing more from me."

"Thank you, my lord, you're so generous!" The merchant said while cursing Louis in his heart. Of course, he didn't have a choice but to give Louis his drugs, luckily, these dumb idiots wouldn't know if he gave them a random drug. Better yet, maybe he should just mess with this infidel's court.

"Then it is settled. Guards! Carry the commander out, and somebody fucking clean his shits!"

The guards' quickly rushed in carrying the still shitting and cumming commander. Before they disappeared, Louis saw the merchant give money to the guards carrying the commander, but Louis's infinite wisdom decided it was not his business to interfere. The peasants often complained the commander was corrupt anyway.

The next day, the commander was found blindfolded in the town square near the crowded marketplace tied legs to shoulder, showing his ass stuffed with a bunch of lit joints while a small pipe made of reed stuck inside his cock slits, pumping cum straight into his gagged mouth, stuffed with a piss wet loincloth. His nostril still had the crushed leave from before, but his balls were covered in a smelly dark salve. If anyone attended Louis's court the day before happened to be there, they would say his balls were definitely bigger than the last time. Under the dark slave was a tattoo written, "Glory to God" written in Arabic.

It was a well-known practice by the Caliphate to tattoo that sentence on their captured enemies' ballsack so they knew they had been subjugated. The prisoners would then be paraded naked across town before being released back to their own country, with the mark of defeat forever embedded on their balls.

Nobody helped the commander, not even his underlings. It was said the merchant actually dropped the commander in front of the city watch tower, but the underlings were the ones carrying him on the crowded square.

After a few days, the drugs finally wore off. With much less struggle, he was a strong man after all, he broke free from his bound, tearing his blindfold to see a group of peasants, from children to adults, laughing at him. He even saw painters with a canvas painting him. He tried to capture the painters, but he was too weak from the drugs so they all escaped. He gave his underlings an extreme training regime after that, but they all knew it was nothing compared to his humiliation. When he was reported to Louis again for misconduct, Louis knew exactly what to do. For the commander's dedication to fighting crime, Louis ordered all of the paintings of the commander's ordeal to be hung on the outer wall of the city watch and in their reception hall. The painters happily gave their paintings. There were 20 paintings in total, with one huge ass painting revealing the Caliphate's bitch tattoo on the commander's ballsack hanged just above the door to the city watch tower.

Louis thought it would teach the commander a lesson, but he was wrong. He heard even more rumors about the commander's misconduct, such as he made it a law to gargle his ballsack during his inspection before making the suspects make their case or using his cock to inspect the suspect's wife's holes. He didn't say this, but somehow Louis felt admiration toward the man.

When the commander was summoned once more, he only said, "What can I say, your highness, those stories about the mystics from the desert are true. The tattoo does have magics, it can test whether someone is a good guy or a bad guy. If you don't trust me, you can try it yourself. I am sure you'll come out golden." It took Louis all conviction not to drop on his knees and gargle the ballsack. Or so he thought it would be.

"Do think I am so dumb that I believe in your lies? I don't believe in magic."

"Your highness, please trust me, whenever I drop my balls, good guys will want to drop and gargle my ballsack. Well, bad guys will as well, but my balls will know if they are bad. Look!"

Not even a second after the commander drop his trousers, revealing his huge balls with the Arabic tattoo written on them, Louis was already on his knees licking one of the balls.

"See, I told you! You'll gargle my balls in no time!" He said stuffing one of the balls into Louis's mouth as he looked down with a smile that told Louis he was bullshitting him while calling him a dumb cunt without even saying a word.

He switched Louis between balls while jerking his cock in front of the peasants who started to believe the commander's bullshit.

"I am cumming! I am cumming!" He announced leaving no imagination as to what he was going to do. He was going to spray it on Louis's face but when he saw Louis open his mouth, he went straight in and dump his load inside Louis's gut.

When he was done, he pulled away until only the head remained and said, "I am going to cum again! I hope you remember my cum come out like a piss." He made his case loudly before "cumming" again, this time on Louis's tongue so he could taste it.

Despite his good case, Louis had no doubt that the commander wasn't cumming but actually pissing inside his mouth. There was no mistaking the strong smell and the rancid taste, and yet Louis still was gulping down the pee. Louis looked at the commander's eyes looking down at him believing he had fooled Louis, if only he knew—who was Louis kidding? He was the one gulping down the piss, not the commander. He was the dumb cunt, no question.

When he announced was done, he pulled out his cock, only to spray Louis's face with his unmistaken golden shower. "Whoops, sorry. It was my magical cum, sometimes they come in white, sometimes they come in golden. See, I told you, you'll come out golden." He said as he wiped his cock on Louis's golden hair. "You should let that dry on your face. If a good person sees you, they'd see how bright your face is shining right now, like an angel, your highness. I, no doubt, am seeing it right now. Well, since you had gargled my ballsack, I am pretty sure you knew that the magic is real and everyone here can see that you're a benevolent emperor, and you knew my balls are doing God's work. If you don't mind, I'll continue working for the better of the kingdom in your name." He said pulling up his trousers, leaving Louis still on his knees with a wet face. When the next petitioner came forward, he did say Louis's face was shining.

He couldn't believe it himself when the next day he announced a new law that allow the commander, Timothy Andre, to force people to gargle his ballsack during his inspection. He thought Patrick would call him out on how stupid his act was, but instead, he said the commander's balls must be touched by an ancient fae and told stories about faeries that night. Fortunately, most of those stories were lewd.

It went without saying that Frankish kings loved their feast, so it wasn't out of the ordinary when Louis arranged another feast within the first few months. Although it wasn't a huge feast, all of the councilors were present, even the Knight of the Rose himself who had just come home after attacking a bandit's camp attended the feast. Hugo's group was also there along with the rest of his family and Bartholomew. They were having a lovely feast when Louis decided to use the little gift he rightfully obtained from the Arab merchant. The dried leaves had been re-dried up after the leaves were rinsed with a juiced-up piss straight from the merchant's and his workers' cocks who were as high as a kite, to make sure the Emperor got the product he deserved. The leaves were also crushed using the finest and the sweatiest feet and asses on the merchant's ship before the leaves were rinsed with piss and dried up all over again. It was rinse and repiss until the merchant felt the leaves were nasty enough for the heathen emperor. He also added a lot of aphrodisiacs, strong aphrodisiacs, so those nasty infidels will get so horned up smelling their piss that they fucked like monkeys. Of course, the merchant did remember his manners and eastern hospitality so he prepared five special joints for the emperor himself. It was five huge cigarettes that can be used a couple of times. The leaves were added with special mixtures as well. The merchant didn't tell Louis that the special mixtures were his and his crew members' cum. The merchant also added another aphrodisiac, a stronger and long-lasting one. If Louis's courtiers going to be horned up monkeys for a night, he wanted Louis to hump every single hole in his palace by the end of the month.

The guards spent no time burning the drugs in the fireplace at the dining hall right after all of the pregnant women, who were mostly married courtiers and Isabella's ladies-in-waiting, were ushered to another room by the Leinster before they banged them there. The only females left were the unmarried maidens which were rare since when the Leinster came, most of the maidens got married off one by one.

The hall was slowly filled with smoked when a servant brought Louis his special cigar case. He was about to bring one into his mouth when he heard someone say,

"Didn't the infidel scum say you need to smoke it with your ass?" said Damien.

"Yeah! C'mon your highness, don't be shy. There's nothing we haven't seen already!" Mason chimed in.

"Calm down guys! He isn't shy!" Patrick defended looking at Louis assuring his bitch he got his back on the matter, but Louis looked away, still sulking at Patrick. "He's beautiful! The most beautiful man I've ever seen! And God loves beauty as much as He loves him! To deny his beauty is to deny God! So why would he be shy of his beauty? He might not realize it yet, but I know you all agree when I say, when we look at him, there's no denying that he is the beauty himself."

Louis only glanced at him, but instead of looking flustered and blushing, he was rolling his eyes, making Patrick's eye twitch. All Patrick could think after such disrespect was the way he would humiliate the fucking emperor even more.

"He said If I want it strong, use it up my ass. I want to see how good it is if I smoke it with my mouth." Louis took a whiff, and at once, his eyes rolled back as he suddenly stood up from his chair, convulsing as a wet spot spread around his crotch.

"Shit... It's that strong?" Patrick said as he took the cigar from Louis and whiffed it himself. He also stood no chance against the drug. That was when everyone realized how big Patrick's dick was as it made an obscene bulge with a wet spot, so wet the cum began making its way through the cloth. He was shitfaced faster than Louis was.

"That's what you get giving a good drug to a bunch of pansies!" Baptiste shouted and jumped onto the table full of food. To prove his point, he dropped his pants and slapped his big muscular smooth ass making everyone cheer for him. He took the joint out of Patrick's mouth and stuck it right up his ass. He then spread his asscheeks with both hands so everyone could see the cigar was deep in his ass.

"Fuck yeah!" Everyone cheered as Baptiste slapped his ass again!

"What was that, Your Highness? Do you want me to help you smoke? Don't worry!" Baptiste said taking away the cigar, and hovering the end that just had been inside his ass under Louis's nose, "Smell that? My ass come to your rescue!" He shoved the cigar back into Louis's mouth making him cummed again.

"What was that? Do you want help as well? You big clown?" He said hovering his ear comically to Patrick before sticking the cigar inside his butt and doing the same thing he did to Louis Patrick. If Louis was still standing, Patrick was out in the dump head on the table with his cock and couldn't stop spewing cum. Baptiste kicked his foot like a dog trying to cover his shit before kicking Patrick's face off the table.

Everyone laughed at the show in front of them, clearly flying since the first moment the weeds were burnt.

Baptiste stuck the cigar back inside his butt and flexed in front of his cheering audience. He turned around and was about to kick Louis as well, but he suddenly stopped. He looked at Louis's face with a clear longing in his eyes. "Fuck, you look just like Charles, but prettier... Goddamn." He said before he squatted, not only exposing his asshole in front of everyone but also forcing his tongue deep in Louis's mouth.

Those who sat near Baptiste tried to lean and get a whiff of the cigar on Baptiste's ass.

Once he was done kissing Louis, Baptiste shouted, "Fuck, you are a real beauty! Percival! Jacques, you dumbshit! Give this man the kiss he deserves!"

Both of his sons quickly took their turn kissing Louis, thanks to the weeds, they didn't have any problem kissing him. After they kissed him, Baptiste passed Louis around to be kissed by every single one of his courtiers.

Slowly, but surely, nobody remembered what happened that night, or so they said. In actuality, they did remember a lot in form of fractured images. Such as the images of Baptiste lighting all of Louis's special joints and putting them in his ass, having Louis and Patrick smoke from the joints straight from his ass, and giving his sons a joint each on their butt while stuck the rest of the joints inside his ass. Of course, everybody remembered how Baptiste deflowered the rest of the virgin courtiers on Louis's throne before throwing their bodies on the floor with cunts flooded with his cum. Even after there was no virgin left, Baptiste would find himself still horny and hungry for more cunts, so he would haul one of the ruined girls and give her sloppy second, and later fifth.

Of course, some people used that opportunity to give the girl their fancy but didn't share the attraction some of their pent-up frustration and farewell gift in form of cum. They didn't care about being sloppy second or whatever.

By the morning, Baptiste woke up on the throne, a lady on top of her with leaking cum, and his ass still had three burning joints stuck inside of it. He looked around, finding his sons were flat on their faces with their asses sticking upholding the burning joints like candle holders, and the rest of the ladies lying on the floor, all flooded with cum from all holes, thinking his sons were the ones doing it. His sons didn't get much action. Between the smoke coming from the fireplace and their father suddenly feeding the joint to their ass, both Percival and Jacques fell flat on the floor in the Dining hall. The only reason why they were in the throne room was that their father carried the giant Percival and the much smaller hunk, Jacques, on his shoulders and put them there. They haven't moved an inch since.

Baptiste quickly took the chance to pull out the joints from his sons and stuck them in his ass as he walked with five lit joints that had only burned away a little. He walked through a floor full of naked bodies as he made his way to the cigarette box where Louis stored the joints, and put the joint from his ass back inside the box after putting it out.

The effect of the drug wasn't over, at least not for Baptiste. Whereas his sons would find their crotch always full, as Percival had an uncoverable obscene bulge everywhere he walked and Jacques had to sneak to the whorehouse more often, Baptiste found himself in a much worse situation than his sons. He would look at any hole and his cock would lurch hungry for actions. By the time Hugo found him, he had banged a few gourds planted in the Palace's garden. It wasn't hard for Hugo to convince Baptiste to come to his brothel, and since then, Baptiste had become Hugo's regular customer. It didn't help that one fateful night, his youngest son "caught" him in the act, even though Jacques himself was almost shitting himself thinking he was the one being caught. When his dad was the one who tried to explain himself to Jacques, he quickly took advantage of the situation and had his dad permit him to go to a brothel. Seeing the opportunity, Hugo quickly made a new discount for dad-son customers to rent the same whore.

You see, Jacques and Baptiste didn't have the best relationship. Baptiste always thought his youngest son was a failure simply because his eldest son was better than Jacques in every aspect. But spending time spit roasting or double penetrating a whore did improve the relationship between the two. Not too much, like now his dad would slap Jacques's thick ass playfully or grab his crotch while bragging about his sexual prowess to other families as he did with Percival.

But Baptiste wasn't the only one having fun that night. Everyone, in fact, had a lot of fun, though they can only remember a little. Nobody remembered how Sean and Connor carried unconscious Patrick away from the Dining hall for example. Well, nobody except Patrick who vaguely remembered being carried on a red horse. They brought Patrick into the latrine and laid him on the floor with his head leaned over the toilet so Patrick could clearly smell the nasty smell there.

"Where are we, mighty horse?" He managed to say.

"Mighty horse? Man those joints fucked his brain so bad. Oh well, doesn't matter. You remember the rule didn't you?" He heard Sean say as the man stripped himself out of his trouser.

"The rule?"

"Yeah, the rule," Sean said as he dropped his ass on top of Patrick's face and ground his asscrack all over it. "We might be in Francia, but the drunk rule still applied here, babe."

In Patrick's mind, he was being offered a tasty peach which he bit lightly only to find it a little hard to chew, so he nibbled and licked it instead, "Yeah get in there!"

No, the rule had nothing to do with Sean's ass. And rather than rules, it was more of a game. A child game that they still did even after they grew up. The game was to not pass out drunk on any occasion. If any of them did, then they'll get creampies on their faces as many times as possible, as long as they hadn't sober or fought back. And the game wasn't exclusively theirs either. Any of them could invite anyone to add a layer of cum to their face. Sean was usually the one who lost in this game and woke up with his whole head matted in dried cum so he took his time to enjoy whenever Patrick lost. Connor had never lost, not openly at least. If Connor lost, Patrick usually would sneak Connor out before Sean noticed and had a private creampie with him. They would usually add other games like a scoring system; who could cum more than the other, but the cum only counts when they cum on the skin.

"Don't worry, babe. We won't fuck you. Unless you ask, of course. Right, Connor?" Sean said and at that point, Connor appeared in his vision, as a man with a crown on his head and his dick had jewelry hung on the base of it. Patrick's cock visibly jumped at the thought of finally being fucked by Connor. "Oh yeah, we know. You'd like that. But now it's time for you to work." Sean lifted his ass and slapped Patrick's face with his cock. He then pinched Patrick's nose to force him to open his mouth and dunked his cock inside Patrick's mouth in one go just like what Patrick loved to do to him. Patrick gagged, but Sean didn't care. He let Patrick slobber his cock with slime as he violently gagged when Sean's cock moved in his throat.

"What did you usually say when I am the one passed our drunk?" Sean pulled his cock out, leaving only the head remained inside Patrick's mouth as he stared into Patrick's eye while giving his half-smirk, "Oh right, this! Is! What! You! Get! For! Letting! Your! Guard! Down! Cunt!" with each word he pushed Patrick's head down to the hilt making Patrick's spewed saliva all over Sean's cock every time he pushed down before pulling it back and repeated the process again. When he was done, Patrick's face was a slick mess as his face was as red as his head looked at Sean breathless.

"You know, I can be gentle. But I don't want to. Why would I? You leave me starved for your cock and only fuck me whenever you feel like it. And then, that fucking bitch Martin came and suddenly you're slobbering all over his ass. You took a lot of bitch, and can't even handle a single of them, and now one of them taking it upon himself to beat some sense into you. It's your fault really, but you're lucky I am your best friend or I would've ripped your ass open bitch. So, you can either accept your lesson and open your mouth like a good student or make it hard on yourself, I don't care." Sean pulled away his slick cock and let it hang above Patrick's face waiting for an answer.

Even in his drugged state, he did hear and admit there was some truth in Sean's words, or maybe it was exactly because he was drugged he believed in the words of a magical horse with a peach butt. So he opened his mouth waiting.

"I am going to piss in your mouth."

Now even Connor was surprised, "What!? That isn't part of the game!"

"It wasn't. But this game was made to make us closer to each other. And I believe, we haven't talked much with each other, even before the invasion. So, I changed the rule so we can finally be honest with each other and be closer. And don't worry, I know Patrick will love this." He said as he trailed his cock around Patrick's lips. "I saw you, you know. In your cabin with those three freaks and the emperor drinking down that chamberpot full of our foul piss."

Sean looked Patrick in the eyes while slapping his cock on the face which Patrick took imagining he was being massaged by the horse's tongue.

"And you know what else I see Connor? The emperor kissed him and forced him to drink the piss as well. But you and I know the emperor wouldn't dare to do that without command and Patrick can easily overpower him, but he didn't."

Connor, who had already been naked, approached with his half-hard cock with a curious expression, "Is that true, Patrick?"

Patrick looked at his friends while smiling, but he wasn't really looking. His mind replayed the image of Louis and him drinking the foul piss together. He was smiling like an idiot as he mumbled, "Piss?" He giggled, "Taste good... Want some more of Daddy's piss."

"I can't believe you didn't tell us you like to drink piss? Seriously, what are you afraid of? I take your cock already! I am not going to ruin our friendship. If anything you thought me, Patrick, I can be myself and still have you as my best friend! Of course, you'll have to be our chamberpot from now. After all, we're going to let you drink our piss anytime you want, it's only fair we got to use you whenever we want. See, I am even more generous than you! You can't even fuck me when I want to!" Sean said slapping Patrick again with his cock.

Patrick leaned in accepting the slap, "Yes, bless me mighty stallion. Please give me some muscles! I want to beat Cian's ass for trying to steal my husband! Teach me how to treat my bitches!"

"Don't worry, bitch, I got your blessing right here! Straight from the tap!"

Connor quickly snugged himself beside Sean as well, and their cocks hung side by side in front of Patrick's open mouth. The first spray didn't really make it into Patrick's mouth. As they tried to aim for Patrick's mouth, they sprayed Patrick's face, hair, and attire as well before making it into the mouth. Patrick let it fill his mouth and leaked into his attire before drinking it, letting streams hit his face again. He then pulled both of their cock into his mouth and let them pissed there as he drank it. It spilled everywhere, but Patrick didn't really care. Once the stream died down, both Connor and Sean didn't pull out. Instead, they began slowly and steadily pulling and pushing into Patrick's mouth. They even joked around by trying to make Patrick's face look ridiculous with their cocks inside, like making Patrick's face look like a squirrel, making their cocks look like his fangs, etc. Patrick who had lost all of his energy let his friends toy around with his head, doing whatever they want. When they changed the game into who can make Patrick gagged the loudest, that was when they truly began fucking Patrick's throat. Sean won the game, so he got to feed Patrick his cum, while Connor coated Patrick's face with his cum, but gave his point to Sean. Then they compete on who could make Patrick slobber the most, and Connor won. They held a few more games and Sean got to feed Patrick more than Connor. Then Sean squatted over Patrick's head and began truly skullfucking Patrick's sloppy face without any mercy. He went over the edge and added a new layer of cum on Patrick's face when he suddenly felt Connor press his finger on his asshole.

Everyone wanted to be fucked by Connor's magic dick, and that included Sean and Patrick. Sean knew Patrick wouldn't want to admit it, for a good reason. They knew once they tasted the magic dick, there would be a second time and a third time, and times after that. So they didn't dare. They even made a rule for it, Connor couldn't fuck any of them under any circumstances unless they asked for it.

But Sean had tasted Patrick's cock, and he too wanted to taste the magic that the skinny Connor has. Things hadn't changed with Patrick, and he was still Patrick's best friend. He didn't know if this time things would change between him and Connor, but he didn't care. Sean bent over Patrick's head pressing the face with his hard cock that hadn't gone down, spreading his asscheeks for Connor. "Fuck me, Connor."

"But, the rule..."

"Just fuck me, Connor!"

Connor didn't need to be told twice, he spat on his cock and Sean's hungry asshole. He teased it with his cock, "You sure Sean? There'll be no going back. I had a fertile seed and once you bloated up with my baby, I won't be responsible even if you're my best friend. You're going to take care of my brat, Sean. Is that what you want?"

Sean knew Connor wasn't really asking. If he had begun his daddy talks, that meant he was going in no matter what. So Sean bent his ass, even more, pressing his hard cock onto Patrick, as he said, "Don't worry, if you knock me up, I'll just get married, Ah!"

Connor pulled Sean by the hair as he whispered while slowly pushing himself inside Sean, "Yeah? You're going to say the baby is his? You're bad, Sean."

"Nah. Everyone will know it's your baby. In fact, I want you to be my best man, and the wedding knot will be made out of your pubes instead of his. And for the ceremony fuck, I'll fuck you instead."

By the time Sean finished his sentence, Connor was already fully inside him. Connor pressed himself onto Sean, trying to get every inch of him inside Sean, while knowingly pressing Sean's cock harder on Patrick. After wiggling his hips for a while, eliciting moans from Sean, Connor began pounding Sean slowly as he picked up the pace.

"Is that what you want me to be Sean? Your best friend and baby maker?"

"Yes! Fuck yeah!"

"But best friends cannot fuck each other Sean, remember? You and Patrick made that rule."

"Fuck the fucking rule! You can make the rule pregnant for all I care! And Patrick is a bitch. He wanted your cock as much as I am!"

"So, what you're saying I can fuck you whenever I want? Knock you up whenever I want?"

"Fuck yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Faster!"

Conner turned Sean around, so his bent cock was literally skewering Sean's inside. He sat Sean on Patrick's face with his nose right beside Connor's cock, getting slapped with balls, without stopping pounding Sean. "It's only fair, right? You can ask me for a baby whenever you want, so, of course, I am allowed to put my baby inside you whenever I want." He said as he made sure his cock gave its magic touch on Sean's prostate, making him howl as he saw stars.

"Fuck! How can I marry anyone else after this!? Marry me, Connor! I'll be your hundredth wife or bitch, I don't care!"

"But I don't want to marry you, Sean... I have Rory. But don't worry, you can always marry them for image, you know, and I'll keep fucking you on the side. Or don't get married, and I'll still knock you up no worries. I am your best friend after all."

"Please! Connor! Fuck! I love you! You're the best! Just fucking destroy my boipussy!" Sean said no longer coherent as Connor drilled his ass.

Sean was his best friend, so if he asked for his boipussy to be destroyed, that was exactly what Conner did. But he didn't forget his other best friend. Conner lifted Sean a little bit above Patrick's head, so now, whenever Connor pulled or pushed, his balls and dick would graze along Patrick's face as well, leaving trails of pubes from Connor's hairy balls. Connor might be smooth all over and was very insecure about it, but he did have a wild bush all over his cock and balls which restored his ego.

As Conner jackhammered Sean's ass, his cock was getting more lube from their cum on Patrick's face. The cum also formed foam around Sean's raw hole, Connor's dick, and on Patrick's face. The foam which Patrick happily lapped, thinking it was divine ambrosia given to him by an ancient fae as a gift for conquering all of Western Europe. The ambrosia tastes like cums, and piss, and Baptiste's ass, but he still lapped it hungrily nonetheless. He sucked lightly on Connor's bite-size balls, chewed lightly on the skins, and lapped the frosted shaft eagerly, sending Conner over the edge and making him move faster than a rabbit.

Sean's joy button could only take so much beating from Connor's magical cock before he erupted like a fucking volcano coating his red bush with cum, squeezing Connor's cock in the process. Connor too cummed bucket inside Sean. But unlike Sean's selfish ass, Connor pulled his cock out and generously fed a large amount of cum into his other best friend, Patrick's hungry mouth. He emptied the last spurt of his cum on Patrick's tongue and let the man suckle on his cock, when suddenly Patrick's face was poured with white goo.

"That's so much cum, but I still have more score than you," Sean said as he emptied himself on Patrick.

"What if you give me all of your scores, and I'll fuck you again?"

"Deal!"

Connor was just back inside Sean's ass when somebody shouted from outside of the latrine.

"How long do we have to wait, suckers?" Cian shouted.

"Just come in!" Sean shouted.

"Well, well what do we have here." Shawn whistled at Sean as he entered the room with the rest of the Leinsters, most of them had their cock slimy from the ass and pussy juices of Isabella's pregnant handmaidens.

"Just friends helping each other Shawn, and trust me I can still kick your ass," Sean said firmly which Shawn replied by spanking Sean and laughing loudly.

Shawn also bumped his fist with Connor, and then looked at Patrick, face coated in frothing cum, still smiling while licking the cum around his lips. "You sure we can't have a go at his pussy? Maybe he'll wake up and ask for more," He said slapping his cock onto his hand.

"Or maybe he'll wake up and flayed us alive. We're nothing he can't replace Shawn. I don't want to take chances."

"Piss," Shawn said but ultimately did nothing. He wanted to jump on Patrick, but he knew better than to upset his stud who just made his way into the latrine.

Cian arrived naked, his cock was hard and ready for the moment he was waiting for. It wasn't his first rodeo, Patrick had lost the game a couple of times now, but it was not nearly often enough. When he arrived, he stood in front of Patrick, thinking of how he wanted to do Patrick.

However, Patrick beat him to it. When he saw Cian's bulbous cock head, he suddenly smiled and pounced on Cian, "Mushroom!" He said as he suckled on the big cock-head.

Cian was taken aback, but he quickly stood still and patted Patrick on the head saying, "You like my mushroom, boy?"

"Ye—" He was about to say, but Cian quickly stuffed his cock back into Patrick's mouth.

"Don't answer, just suck on the head if you want to say yes, and we know you'll only going to say yes anyway," Cian said making the people behind him laughed. Patrick did suckle harder making Cian's smile even wider. "If you love it so much, why don't I help you fuck your brains out!"

What followed after was a rough skullfucking Patrick ever gotten. It wasn't Cian's first time skullfucking him, remember, but this time was different. What happened with Louis prior and what he said really etched in Cian's mind and it made him... strangely aroused. He wanted to worship the ground Louis walked on, but that also entailed worshiping Patrick's disgusting feet, and yet, he didn't mind the thought. It made him feel uncomfortable and extremely aroused at the same time, and he channeled those feelings into making Patrick violently choke on his cock as he smashed the head on his cock furiously. Then he cummed on Patrick's face which had Cian's pubes stuck on the cum-foam on his face along with Connor and Sean's, and then he made him clean his cock sucking the last remnant of the cums which he did dutifully. Then he pulled Patrick by the hair and made him kneel on four, and within seconds, a new guy came and rutted Patrick's mouth.

Cian walked behind Patrick's and grabbed the muscular medium-sized globes and spread them open, showing a tight virgin hole winking at him as if challenging him to reap its cherry.

"Cian, you ass! Piss off from his ass or I'll kick your ass! You have agreed ass is off limits!" Sean shouted while Connor kept railing his ass, but Connor did turn his ass to look at Cian with stinking eyes as well.

"Shut up, cunt! I am not going to take his cherry. Where is the fucking fun bitch! He's going to beg for me to take his cherry if he wanted me to fuck him. I am just going to give him a little bit of reward." For what exactly? Cian didn't know, luckily nobody ask. But if Louis was to ask him, he'd answer he felt obligated to satisfy Patrick. He was Louis's first husband after all. He lifted Patrick's body and laid himself under Patrick so now his face was inches away from the ass.

Cian dove on Patrick's ass, without intending to pierce the tight hole. He talked big, but somehow he felt that if his tongue take Patrick's cherry, Louis would be upset at him. He lapped the outer ring like a hungry dog, sometimes kissing the asslips as it puckered up meeting his lips while jerking Patrick's cock. When nobody was looking, his tongue traveled far below to lap on the balls and if he was daring enough, he would suck it for a second.

Cian usually would use the opportunity to cum numerous times on Patrick's face when Patrick lost the game. Although he did cum a lot this time, nobody noticed that he only did so when Patrick decided to suck on Cian's cock. And even then, he didn't try to cum on Patrick's face like he usually did. He didn't even mock Patrick when he drank all of his cum, and when the other asked if Patrick drank his cum, Cian said no. The more he licked and kissed Patrick's ass, the more he felt like he belonged there. Not as Patrick's asslicker, but as Louis's dutiful second husband. Kissing Patrick's ass meant kissing Louis's ass, after all, and Cian loved Louis's ass.

But that didn't mean he would bend over and spread his cheeks to Patrick.

When Patrick woke up the next day, his neck was so sore and he couldn't even open his eyes. In fact, his face felt so tight he almost couldn't move a muscle. He touched his head and when he felt the sticky almost dried substance on his face, he knew what happened, sort of. He groaned, and his mouth produce not only a raspy voice from his exhausted throat but also bubbles made of the cum gathered on his face.

"Need help there pal? I had a belly full of piss, perfect for your cummy face." He heard Cian's voice and footsteps between his ears; he could feel him squatting on his face. He couldn't even retort back.

"I mean you can't look, but I am sure you can find the basin yourself, but I won't help you if you stumbled on somebody. At the very least, in here, there are only you and me. Stick your finger in your nose if you want my help. So what is it?"

When Patrick stayed silent, Cian continued, "I haven't got all day pal. Stick your finger in your nose, now!"

Patrick groaned again, but he did stick his finger into his nose, bringing some of the cum outside his nose inside as he inhaled the smell deep.

"Good boy!"

Patrick felt a strong smelly stream of water hit his eyes rinsing them, and then his nose, then his mouth. Patrick's face wasn't clean at all by the time the stream died, but at the very least, his eyelids weren't as heavy.

"Don't open your eyes yet, cunt! Do you think I did that for free? Clean my fucking cock."

Usually, Patrick would refuse, but maybe because he just wanted to get everything over with or he still felt the effect of the drug, he opened his mouth welcoming Cian's cock.

Cian let a spurt of piss inside expecting Patrick to throw a tantrum after, but when he didn't and noticed Patrick's throat gulping, he quickly said, "Open your eyes, cunt!"

When Patrick opened his eyes, he saw Cian's smirking face. That he expected. What he didn't expect was the entire Leinster regiment surrounded him standing while looking down at his face, cock still in his mouth and his own finger still stuck inside his nose, with a similar smirk plastered on their face.

Of course, Cian was lying.

He threw Cian away, stood up, and pushed his way through the laughing crowd.

Patrick was barely the only one having a party with the drugs. Even the courtiers who only got access to the weaker drug were having their own time. Damien, Mason, and a lot of other courtiers were lining up to squat bare-assed in front of the drug-filled fireplace. If the joint worked better through the ass, maybe the same principle also applied with the burned drugs. But even those who didn't line up around the fireplace could feel the effect of the drugs. The crowd became rowdier as the night went on. Some played with their food, some played without their clothes. They humped each other, kissed each other, and sucked each other cock. Some others, like Jamie, found themselves losing arm-wrestling matches and had to motorboat the winner's asses. In the case of Jamie, however, the winner took extra time to really ground his face into their ass as a payback for the humiliation of cucking them.

"Yeah, Jamie! Next time you want a kiss, just come to me and I'll let you kiss my fucking shithole."

"I am flattered you care more about me than your wife's sagging cunt getting rusty."

Jamie's sight suddenly turned black as someone covered his eyes with a blindfold. "Well, Jamie. Since you know our wives so much, why don't we play a game to see how well you know us, the husbands? It's called blind man's cocks, you need to catch someone while blindfolded, suck their cock, and then you have to guess whose cock is it."

"Yeah? You think I'll lose!? Your wives told me all about your small clits. Fucking game on! You better not let me catch your cock—"

Jamie didn't need to catch the cock, the cucks drove their cocks inside Jamie's mouth willingly and then pound the most handsome man, second only to the emperor, who had been cucking them in the mouth with their cocks. When the first cock was done and the second was coming, they pulled the blindfold open. Jamie looked at them looking down at him smirking and laughing; dropping the pretense of playing a game, they let Jamie and everyone watching knew they were feeding Jamie their cocks. They made sure every inch of their cock sunk into Jamie's mouth that had been openly insulting them for being cucks. His head was rudely passed around and within seconds, many cocks had been coated in his throat slime. They only gave him a short time to breathe before slamming his head back into their crotch, choking him, and slapping his face.

"I want to see what my wife's been getting from this guy."

Jamie could feel his trousers pulled down and his loincloth ripped away.

"Fucking no way!" the guy who pantsed him said, and then Jamie felt his body turned around to lay on his back on the ground and his legs were pulled apart so everyone could see his 2" small cock sticking out above tiny-sized balls.

"No wonder he hasn't married! He's a fucking boy!" Everyone laughed.

Jamie's face was red. He usually wasn't ashamed or insecure about his size, but the more he heard these men laugh at his cock and the more he looked at their mocking gaze, the fucking cucks, the more he felt ashamed, embarrassed, and unworthy like he was truly a child amongst the adults. Strangely enough, his cock stayed rock-hard and it even produced a lot of precum. "Shut up, you blind cucks! Can't you see my thick bush there!"

"Of course! In fact, it's the only thing we can see!" Everyone laughed again.

"Seriously, why the fuck our wives choose your fucking clit over our grown-man cocks!? Unless our wives are a bunch of carpet-muncher. In that case, I don't mind it, in fact, I'll let them eat each other while I watch and gave them a real taste of a man's cock!"

Jamie rolled his eyes, "Maybe if you spent less time talking and actually doing it, they'll stick with you. Besides, unlike you cucks, I know how to please women and take care of them so fucking well they forgot what lousy husbands you are. You all should be thanking me!"

The husbands looked at each other, smirking, and somehow, it sent shivers down Jamie's spine. A man pushed Jamie's legs to Jamie's shoulder so his hole was open for everyone to see, "You know what, you're right. You've been such a good man for our wives, I think we need to repay you. We'll help you become a man the way the Greeks help their boy become a man." All of them could see the hole winking excitedly.

"Wait! Let's talk about it!"

"Is it when you beg me not to fuck you and I am going to fuck you anyway?"

"I am sorry! I am so sorry!" Jamie said while his hands reached up to his ass and pulled it apart. Everyone saw the hungry tight hole open itself when Jamie said, "But I don't think you can turn me into a man. Your wife told me what a horrible lay you are whenever she slept with me."

The cucks slapped the shoulder of the man holding Jamie while laughing hard. Jamie could see the man's eye twitching, and it made his own hole winking.

The man spat on Jamie's hole and his own cock, and drove his cock home as the other cucks cheered him. He speared Jamie's ass like he was trying to push his cock out of Jamie's mouth. He slammed so hard Jamie's ass was red like it was being spanked. And yet, after such displays of hostility, when their eyes met, the man couldn't resist kissing Jamie's tender lips, resigning himself to be the first of Jamie's husband harem.

Jamie wasn't the only one being fucked in the open as well. Charlotte found herself naked in the stable while she was fucked by the stablemaster, Pierre. Pierre had a finely toned muscular body and well-defined pecs. His hair was short, a bit overgrown. He had a shaved beard that also had grown into long stubbles, and clearly, he didn't worry too much about grooming, which went well with his ruggish look. He was still fucking Charlotte's sloppy cunt with his 5" bottle-thick cock while William was getting dressed behind him. They double-penetrated Charlotte all night, Pierre had no qualm sharing his bitches with his friends in need or just horny friends, really. Under Charlotte, with his face plastered and coated by cum from Charlotte's ruined ass, was fully-clothed Basile. Pierre didn't care that whenever he slammed into Charlotte, she'd shit cum on Basile's face. He hated the guy. No, not because he couldn't marry Charlotte because of him, Pierre always thought their relationship was a casual hook-up anyway. The guy was just awful. Basile always called Pierre an old fuck. Basile treated people around him like trash. When he was done with her, he cleaned his cock on Basile's shirt, turned Charlotte around, and fed the passed-out Basile Charlotte's cummy cunt. She always complained about her husband hated eating her out, so now Pierre helped her out.

On the outskirt of the palace, in the blacksmith's cottage, Lancelot was frantically trying to find his clothes while Adam just sat on his bed looking at the famous knight prancing around the house. He admired how even after sex and awkwardly running around, Lancelot still was looking as good as ever. Adam watched especially Lancelot's fuzzy phat ass jiggled as he run around the room.

"Don't you have to, I don't know, where something before your dad came?" The knight finally acknowledged Adam while he wore his clothes.

"Oh, I thought you liked seeing me like this," Adam said pulling both of his legs to his shoulders, and he showed Lancelot the cum running out of his hole.

Lancelot did spend a full minute at the sight, and then he turned to look at Adam's locked cock, and looked at Adam's young and naughty face. He didn't remember how he ended up there, to be honest, and it was also the two-goodie shoes' first time woke up in someone else's bed. Rory was right, he didn't have a lot of experience. Or to be precise, he had no experience in this sort of thing.

He awkwardly looked away, and then looked back at Adam's hole, then hurriedly wearing all of his clothes. When he was done, he pulled a huge cloth he found laying around and covered Adam with it. He walked to the door and stopped mid-way, and then turned around seemingly wanting to say something but decided not to. He went outside, but seconds later popped back in saying, "I'll... see you around."

And then he was gone. Leaving Adam laughing at how adorable the famous confident Knight of the Rose was. Truthfully, even Adam didn't know what happened. The night before the knight suddenly stumbled on his doorsteps seemingly drunk. His father wasn't around since he also attended the feast. He asked whether or not Lancelot was okay, but the knight suddenly kissed him. Of course, he returned the kiss, he wasn't crazy. His father might own him, but he was still a teenager and he did have a crush on the charming knight, who doesn't? He let the knight kiss him, enjoying the stubbles grazing his smoother jaw. He had soft stubbles covering his jaw, but it never made him look unkempt. Instead, it accentuated his manliness and his handsome face. Lancelot's rough stubble was such a contrast with his gentle and soft lips. His breath, even with a hint of drugs and alcohol, smelled like roses. Adam pulled the knight inside the house, and in return, the knight made him see stars with his 7" cock.

Lancelot also wasn't the only one waking with unexpected company, but Pepin certainly wasn't as frantic as Lancelot. It wasn't his first rodeo with men after all. A little bit out of practice, maybe, but definitely not inexperienced. He was sitting on the bed already wearing his trousers when Bartholomew leaned his head on Pepin's shoulder. Pepin could feel Bartholomew's hand traveling from his back down to his waist and into his trousers.

"I am trying to wear my clothes here," Pepin said but did not attempt to stop Bartholomew's fingers that had entered his surprisingly tight drenched hole.

Bartholomew swore he already destroyed that hole last night; Pepin even moaned louder than Catalina when he fucked her. He didn't expect to fuck Pepin at all. He wasn't his type, but the drugs did make him look twenty years younger than usual, and the lewd face Pepin made as he slammed his cock home, how could he not fuck the man?

"What's the hurry?"

"I told you not to cum in me, and you did anyway. Now I have to rush home and shit out your disgusting cum."

"Why don't you just shit it at the chamberpot, right there? Do you think you could make it? The boys I usually fucked don't last that long and shit my cums out on the way. Even if you can hold it that long, don't you think the pain will hurt like a bitch?"

Pepin looked at the chamberpot and then looked back at Bartholomew.

"What? Are you seriously getting shy? I just fucked the shit out of you."

Pepin let out an exasperated sigh, "Lower your voice, idiot. Point taken. But I don't care, look away!"

When Bartholomew pulled away from Pepin and turned himself away while Pepin made his way to the chamberpot.

Pepin dropped his trousers, revealing his perky butt and 6" cut white cock, and squatted facing Bartholomew. He acted tough, but now he actually had to shit out the cum, he felt his cheeks blush. He closed his eyes as he let out the cum.

"How much should I pay for you to allow me to have this painted?"

Pepin's eyes shot open glaring at Bartholomew who had turned his back and now watching him shitting the cum. "In your fucking dream. Turn away!"

"C'mon Pepin! Relax! Don't be so uptight!" Bartholomew instead approached Pepin. "At the very least, you should've told me you're a good cocksucker. I'll let you suck my cock even if you're not my type. Well, now that I've tapped that ass, I don't mind tapping it again." He said while putting his cock on top of Pepin's head.

"This won't happen again, and take your cock off me!"

"You sure?" Bartholomew wiggled his hips making his balls dangle right in front of Pepin like two pendulums.

Pepin watched those balls in hunger, but he knew he need to control himself. So that was what he did. He stood up, pulled up his trousers, and said, "I am sure."

And then walked away.

In the other room, Louis found himself laying beside a man naked with the man's cock deep inside him, which wasn't out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was Louis's lean and toned body lying on top of Stephanus's, the Archbishop, huge belly.

He looked at Stephanus's old wrinkly face and then the old man suddenly woke as well. They stared at each other for a while, and then Stephanus glanced down at Louis's naked body. He moved his hip, moving the cock inside Louis as well, which elicited moans out of both of them.

"My lord, what happened? Why are you naked?" He said slowly grinding his cock in and out of Louis while his hands pinched both of Louis's nipples.

"Ah... I don't know... I don't remember... I only remembered taking the joint." Louis said while grinding his ass back.

"That must be it, my lord. The drugs from the heathen must be made with evil magic. You should've listened to the holy book and do not do drugs."

"Ah... What should I do then... right there! What should I do your holiness?"

"You should repent my lord. I'll help you repent!" Stephanus said as he pushed his cock upwards, impaled to the hilt into Louis, lifting Louis off the bed. Louis was amazed how the old Stephanus hadn't broken his back exerting himself like that.

"Ah... Please help me!"

"I will! I know your father never discipline you for your mistake to the lord, so now I am going to discipline you the way your father won't. I am going to beat the shit out of your ass with my meat sword. Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little, but effective."

Which was a lie, but since Stephanus began moving in and out of his ass, Louis didn't complain.

"Now beg for the Lord's forgiveness, and pray He forgive you!" Stephanus said as he slammed hard into Louis's joy button.

"Oh, God! Please Forgive me! My God! Right There! Oh, Lord! Yeah!"

"Yes! Repent! You had shamed the Lord's name and now you shall be punished by my holy Excalibur!"

Louis didn't know the old man could be that good. Stephanus didn't only always hitting his bitch spot which made Louis crazy, he also used one of his hands to expertly pinch and pull one of his nipples, while the other hand jerked his cock. On top of that, his mouth also constantly bit his neck and ears.

"Yes! Fuck yes! I am sorry! Sorry!"

"Repent your highness! Keep asking for the Lord's forgiveness. Once He forgives you, you'll feel warmth spreading from inside you." Stephanus's pounds increased in speed within each trust, and so did Louis's moans increased in volume.

Suddenly, Stephanus turned them around so that Louis was under him. He pushed Louis's head into the bed so his moans were muffled, and then he began jackhammering the emperor.

"Repent! Repent! I'll beat you with my meat sword until your ass is so red and your hole is swollen! Fucking repent!" He said while spanking Louis.

Between the rough pounding and his dick grinding the bed, he couldn't hold his cum for long and let out a blast. If his head was pulled, then Stephanus could see Louis's eyes rolled to the back. It also made his ass muscle squeeze Stephanus's cock hard which made the old man come soon after.

He laid his fat body on top of Louis's and kissed Louis's back without stopping slowly grinding his cock inside Louis. "Do you feel that your highness? Lord's forgiveness spreading inside you?"

Louis could only mumble.

They laid like that for a while, and then Stephanus suddenly said, "I think we need to try that again just to make sure the Lord forgives you."

Louis was surprised and tried to look back, but before he could do that, Stephanus pushed his head back on the bed and railed him again like a rabbit while his hands spanked Louis's ass like there was no tomorrow. When Stephanus was tired, he turned them around and let Louis ride his cock instead.

They were already dressed when Stephanus walked out of the room very fresh with Louis following behind him still looking flustered. He was a little bit taken back seeing Patrick in front of them looking at him confused.

"What are you doing in his highness's room? And why are you both sweaty?" Patrick asked.

"Whatever it is, it's none of your business. You're only his highness's companion with no title whatsoever. He nor I have to report anything to you." He quickly replied, looked at the guards guarding Louis's chamber, and then turned to Louis to excuse himself.

Patrick scoffed looking at the old fart walking cheerfully like he was about to tip-toed at any second. He then looked at Louis, "So when are you going to tell me you bagged that old fart?" He didn't sound too happy, which was weird for Louis since he usually didn't mind this much when Louis fucked with Cian.

Louis sighed, "Tonight. You only have time for me tonight anyway." He said as he made his way to the throne room. He was already late.

When Louis passed him, Patrick seized Louis by the arm and pinned him to the wall in front of his room, not too hard but firm enough. The guards were torn about whether to pull Patrick away or not, but they decided not to unless Patrick got rough.

"Have you forgotten who owns this ass?" Patrick said as he reached under Louis's legs for the trousers-covered hole and roughly pushed his finger in. When he felt wetness spread on his finger, he said, "You fucking slut. You even want to sit on your throne with his cum!"

"I am a slut with a hungry hole! You already know that!"

"So you just stuffed your hole with someone's cock without my permission!?"

"You don't seem to mind when Cian fucked me! You did have your hand full with Martin, right? I have needs too!" Louis didn't mean to raise his voice.

"Oh Cian, is it? Your second husband? What, he fucked you whenever you want like a fucking on-call whore, calling you sweet things, and serving you breakfast like a fucking cuck, now you feel like you don't need me!? Guess what, he doesn't fuck as good as I do!"

Patrick didn't know why he said that, he also didn't know why he raised his voice in the first place. He didn't mind Louis fucking around, in fact, he sincerely wanted Louis to have fun. He never told anyone, but he really thought Louis looked even better with all of those sweat he got from being fucked, as well as the spit and the cum. But maybe he did know why he was mad. He teased Louis for being jealous of Martin, which Louis didn't admit, now that he was at the receiving end, Patrick felt awful. That and Cian just humiliated him in front of everyone.

"I never said that! And you know what, at least he fucks me! And I am an emperor, if his cock doesn't satisfy me, I'll have another one. I can get all the cock I want!"

"Well, guess what cunt? You can't get this cock cause from now on, I won't fuck you. So you and your jealous asshole can think about how all I care was to satisfy your fucking ungrateful pussy, you cunt!"

Patrick was about to walk away when Louis pulled him back and kicked him on the balls, "Why don't you think about how all I want is you and you're not there?"

Louis let Patrick fall to his knees clutching his cock as Louis made his way to the throne room.

The throne room was huge as Paris was a huge city, so naturally, it had a lot of petitioners. The room was filled with vases and statues, and the wall was decorated with paintings and tapestries. There were two lines of pews for the petitioners to wait while leaving a huge gap with carpet connecting the petitioners and the throne.

Louis's mood was extremely foul that day. His mood hadn't been good the past few weeks either, so the petitioners knew by then not to irritate the emperor further. Yet as the day went by, the more irritated Louis became. He shouted and screamed at the petitioner, which he rarely did. A lot of requests weren't granted and the petitioners were insulted. Some were even punished to be spanked bare-assed at the empty side of the throne room until the throne room closed for wasting Louis's time.

Several people were being spanked when evening came, Louis opened the throne room late so it wasn't open for very long. Yet he was bored to death and even the voice of people, both nobles and commoners, begging for mercy while being spanked didn't sweeten his sour mood. So when a very distinct man with very distinct eyes and unique physical features entered his court, he was extremely intrigued. He was dragged by a roughish person, probably a farmer, which made his delicate and noble upbringing shown even more. Only after he was being dragged in front of him did Louis get a good look at the man.

He was in his early twenties. He was a short man with short spiky black hair. He has high cheekbones and dimples with thin pink lips. He was white, but not white like most of his people were. His eyes were small and so did his nose. He was not too toned and slim. His body is covered with a long translucent white robe that showed a shadow of his small cock and balls. The upper part of the robe was let left open so his tits were peaking between the seams of the robe. His body was smooth except for the visible thick bush gathered on his pubic region.

Despite being dragged in front of Louis, the man appeared calm and composed as he bowed while grasping his hands together in front of him.

"Speak," Louis said.

"My lord! This heather right here had seduced my wife! I was coming home from my farm when I saw he plowed her garden!"

"She did have a bushy garden." The heathen retorted which made even Louis chuckle.

"So you plead guilty?" Louis asked.

"Oh, no your highness. I am but a traveling physician from the far east, Song Empire. I want to expand my knowledge of western medicines and my travel brought me here. I helped many people along the way, and I served as the Caliph's physician as well. If you trace the ground I stepped on and asked the sick people I treated, they'll say my name with a smile just how I left them."

"The Caliph?" Now everyone is intrigued, even the guards ordered to spank the punished petitioners slowed their hands. "If you're so great, why did the Caliph cast you away then?"

"The Caliph was amazed by my talent that he put me and my assistant to stay in his harem, a palace where he gathered his beautiful wives, as he said he wanted help to make them pregnant. I was quite surprised at first since he seemed fit and virile even for a guy in his thirties. So I helped him in the most efficient way I know, and they were all pregnant." Everyone was giggling, knowing where the story was going. "Turns out, the Caliph didn't really like his babies born with my face, so he cast me away. It was an unjust decision as I did what he asked of me."

Everyone cheered on the guy.

"I heard that's why the heathen pirates kidnap our men. Their men's cum isn't strong enough so they need our cum to knock up their women."

"Fuck, maybe that's why they attacked us! They need more cum to fill their whores!"

"I heard the Pope plans to call for war against them! I am going to go and knock up all of the women there so they could leave us alone!"

"Those heathens' cum are cursed! Ours are blessed!"

"Silence!" Louis finally said, turning to the man again, "Tell me of the Caliph."

"He's a man in his thirties, but he looks younger. He has a muscular body that can strangle a horse. I've seen him strangle a horse. He was quite handsome with his short beard and windswept black hair, though he covered his hair with a headdress. His body is covered in fuzzy hair. And his cock is 4" cut, and his balls are quite sizeable. But I think it's quite barren since despite having many wives, he only had 5 sons."

"Barren man!? I've never heard of that."

"Must be a heathen thing."

"Man, if the Caliph wants a son, all he needs is to ask! With golds of course. My brats ain't free."

"Silence!"

"Ehem! He also has a hairy big bubble butt with a tight hole." He stared at Louis who gazed back, the man recognized the hunger in there as he continued, "A very tense and tight asshole that makes him angry all the time. So I massaged the hole with my fingers and found that his brain is in his asshole. He whimpered like a little boy with just one finger and I had guys smaller than him who took three of my fingers."

"Of course, he's a fucking pussy as well!"

"But the ass was too tense so I had to use my cock to straighten the fold in his ass that clogged his brain with shits."

Louis's gaze, as did everyone, followed the man's hand when he gave his crotch a grab.

"I am only 3", but my dick made him squeal like a pig. I swear he did, I borrowed a pig pen from an overtaxed farmer and fucked him in there with the pigs once. If you don't believe me, you can ask the farmer's family, they all watched."

"SEE! He sodomized the Caliph! I was right! He's a heathen!" Said the farmer who brought the man in the first place.

"No, no, it was a massage with my cock. It's useful for massage when you need something thicker."

"Is that why you stick it in my wife as well, you prick!?"

"Yeah. Your wife's cunt was tense, probably from the lack of use or the husband's digit were smaller than a grass leaf."

The farmer's face redden in anger when everyone laughed at him, he tried to attack the man but was quickly subdued. Louis punished him to be spanked as well on the side, but for him, he would be spanked until morning.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

The man smiled, as he turned sideways toward the door and clapped his hand. When he turned to his side, light from the open throne room door shone through his translucent robe, revealing a silhouette of his cock. It was a little bit hard so the small shaft and the small balls were parted.

"I am Zhao Zuzhong. I hailed from the Song Empire and after a long journey, my heart told me to stop in the land of the Frankish. I would like to stay in the town if his highness would be generous and permit it. I plan to open a ward once I am settled, and in the meantime, I beg for his highness's hospitality in his court. And as a sign of goodwill, I bring small gifts from the East."

A man came through the door. He was similar to Zuzhong but different. His skin was darker and his head was shaven. He wasn't as handsome and rather rough. He was more muscular which everyone could clearly see when the man brought the "small gifts" which were apparently huge crates and ornate chests. When opened, the containers revealed colorful silks, spices, and herbal medications, things that were oriental for the Frankish. The man wore a green jacket-like robe. Unlike Zuzhong whose robe was angle-length, the servant's robe was only thigh-length, so when he carried those crates, his robe was pulled up revealing his thick purplish cockhead and low-hanging balls swinging as he walked.

"This is my servant, Long Dong."

The tanned man smiled and bowed awkwardly. His robe pulled up when he bowed so everyone behind him could see his muscular thigh and thick calves, and between his smooth asscheeks, a tight brown hole. Everyone could smell his musky asshole smell, but instead of being disgusted, all of them leaned in.

"Those gifts are exotic, how could I refuse? But you still haven't answered my question." He paused, and then continued with a raspy voice, "How could I trust you?"

Everyone knew what that voice meant, but that didn't mean they'd just call out their emperor. As if it was coded in their brains to do so, they ignored the raspy voice and thought Louis just needed a drink, all the while their cock slowly hardening.

"I could treat you the same way I treated the farmer's wife, and you could judge me for yourself."

"But I am not sick."

"You don't have to be. As I said, the massage is good for relieving stress. But you have to do it naked."

"Insolence!" This time, Stephanus objected. His feet and ass were burning since this man came. The heathen dressed like a slut, revealing most of his young body, tempting Stephanus to dick his down right there and then, which he might do if they were alone, and now he asked the emperor to undress in front of everyone? "The heathens are known to practice witchcraft, my lord! Real medicine comes from the Lord and not some magic hands!"

"It's not magic. Everyone could feel their muscle and the tension in their body. Everyone could fix it the way I do, they just need to learn how to do it."

"Silence! If their body is sick then they need to pray for the Lord to give him strength! Not resulting in `physician'!"

Zuzhong acted disinterested and picked his ear which only drove Stephanus even madder.

"Silence Stephanus! And bring the massage table here!"

"Your highness!"

"I said silence, Stephanus! Why don't you go and study the Leinster tradition as I told you!? It's been months and no progress still."

"My lord... I—"

"Shut up, and go!"

Stephanus shut his mouth and walked away all the while glaring at Zuzhong who smiled at him.

Louis stood up and stared at Zuzhong's eyes. His body was sweating, and his asshole was purring. He watched as Zuzhong's hand traveled back to his crotch and massaged it slowly.

"I am going to prepare my tool, your highness can undress first if he wants." He said smirking. He stood still preparing his cock while his servant prepared the oil.

Louis could feel the heat in his body raising as he looked at the people watching him. Sure, it wasn't his first time being watched naked, first by his courtier and then William's customers, but this was the first time he got naked in front of a bunch of peasants and nobles on his term. He could feel his cock was rock hard already. He motioned for Lucas to undress him.

As layers of clothing were peeled off his body, his head became lighter and lighter. His worry left his shoulder along with his shame and dignity, and all that left was lust, which everyone could see when his trousers were pulled down along with his undergarments, revealing his hard and leaking cock. The people gasped and whispered, some trying their best to get a better look.

"Fuck, if he's a woman, I'll rape him." Said a man.

Louis's cock jumped and spewed precum when he heard that. Everyone noted, and at the same time, ignored it. They kept staring at his cock, bouncing and swinging as Louis walked towards the massage table which was placed horizontally in front of the petitioners. Zuzhong told him to lay on his stomach.

Everyone watched intently as the Han man poured oil onto their emperor sculpted body like it was chiseled by God himself. The definition in his body became far clearer and he looked even better as the oil glistened his body. Zuzhong started with Louis's feet and when the hands touched his body, Louis moaned. The pressure he felt as it ironed out the tension in his muscle felt very pleasant, way too pleasant. He moaned like a slut and he wasn't even fucked. Zuzhong occasionally lifted Louis's legs upwards, his waist would be lifted as well, showing everyone his dangling cock and balls. Zhuzhong even slapped just to show everyone how hard he was.

Then Zuzhong moved to Louis's back. It was heavenly. As Zuzhong massaged his back, Louis could feel his waist pulling itself upward, spreading his legs so everyone behind him could see his asshole. He also felt his asshole pushing outside, opening itself trying to entice whoever behind him. Then Zuzhong pulled his body sideways towards the people as he ordered Louis to look. He looked at the petitioners in their seats, they weren't looking at him, they were looking at his hard leaking cock. Then he looked down, toward the people he punished, they were bent waiting for the spank that never came as they jacked themselves looking at him. The guards who were supposed to punish them were too transfixed by their emperor's body to carry out their duty. And then Zuzhong pulled his other side, showing his back and ass toward the audience. Then Louis felt hands spreading his cheeks open revealing his asshole. He instinctively pushed out.

"Even from here I can see, despite doing cardio often, your ass muscle is very very tense."

Zuzhong then laid Louis back on his stomach. He surprised Louis by climbing into Louis's back and began massaging Louis's ass. He put pressing on the cheeks using his knuckles like he was making dough and then spread the cheeks so the people could see his asshole again.

When Louis felt fingers prodding his ass, his body shivered, and yet he didn't do anything. If they said Connor had a magical cock, then Zuzhong surely had magical fingers. With both hands, those slender fingers prodded his ass open and fucked his inside in a slicing motion while pushing every right nerve in his ass sending pleasure to his body. Zuzhong looked like a doctor with his two surgery knives as he rapidly skewed around in Louis's ass. He looked towards the petitioners and found them staring at his fingerfucked ass while their hands moved up and down. Then, in the end, he felt those fingers suddenly stretch his asshole open, showing his most inside place that not even Patrick had seen toward the people Louis was supposed to punish. He heard them gasp and even those who were seated on the pews tried to lean in and saw his most secret place.

"What is that." Someone from the punished row said at the same time Louis felt something pushing out of his asshole. As Stephanus's cum flooded out, he realized this was the reason why Zuzhong pulled his asshole open.

When he was done showing his subjects what a fucking slut their emperor was, Zuzhong pulled his hands away and then told the people on the punished row, "I need you guys to lend me a hand and spank him. My servant and I are quite busy." He said. His servant was standing at the side doing nothing.

The people looked at each other. They wanted to give Louis a taste of his own medicine but at the same time, what if Louis punished them even more?

"Don't worry, his highness won't be mad."

"I will be fucking mad if they didn't do what you say and didn't spank my ass hard enough," Louis said which he would soon regret.

"You heard him, boys. Don't stop until I say so, not even when he asks you to stop."

Now that the emperor himself had asked, they had no other reason but to comply. They approached Louis's ass with hunger and anger in their eyes, even pushing each other, and laid their hands on the meaty plump ass with all of their strength. Louis moaned in pain and pleasure at the first spank, but more spanks were coming rapidly. The sounds could hear even outside the palace.

"Fuck yeah!"

Louis heard them cheer loudly in between the loud clapping sounds that got louder and louder each time the spanks got harder. It wasn't long until his white lily ass turned to red, and yet the spanks didn't stop coming, only getting harder.

"Stop! Please! Stop!" Louis finally said when he felt his ass burning.

But they didn't stop, pretending they didn't hear him as they beat the crap out of his ass. Then a hand strayed to his balls, smacking them hard, making Louis jolted up as he started to tear up.

"Please! Please! I am sorry! Have mercy on me!" Louis screamed, his voice was louder than the sound and yet they didn't stop. Instead, they deliberately targeted his balls even more. He felt his balls pulled under him to give them a clear shot at it, and they went hammering on the balls. He even felt a finger dipped to its knuckle in his asshole before quickly pulling out in between ass and balls slapping.

"Alright, you may stop."

Louis heard Zuzhong say, but he still felt his ass and balls beaten, even faster this time. Louis could no longer scream as he could only grunt like an animal. Even as his asshole was pulled open by many hands and people spat inside his asshole, he could only raise his butt higher and moan.

It was after a few more rough minutes he felt the hands and the incoming pain disappear. Instead, he was turned around roughly, and his face was pulled upwards by the hair.

He could see, across his sweaty body and his hard leaking cock, people he was supposed to punish, the petitioners, his guards, and his courtiers were all looking at him jerking themselves. Then Louis realized they could also see his hard cock leaking and his red balls. Then he also realized he had been drolling all this time and everyone could see saliva coating his face. Then Zuzhong laid his head back, before sitting on his face. Zuzhong's smelled like spices and oil, and the smell warmed his horny body even more. His hard cock jumped up and tensed like it was about to cum, but only precum came out. With Zuzhong's hands massaging his upper body and the exotic smell of the oil and spices, his cock never soften.

Then Zuzhong stood up while pulling Louis's legs upwards, rolling Louis like a ball while his hard cock slapped his own face. Zuzhong fed him his own cock before spreading open his asscheeks, and went to town. Louis moaned while everyone watched the Chinese man eating their emperor's hole.

Louis let out a sultry moan as the man's tongue lathered his asshole. His moans only got louder when the tongue prodded and probed, making its way into Louis. He was surprised by how deep the tongue could reach and how solid it felt inside him as it caressed his ass muscle, extending and retracting along the way, pushing the tongue around the tenderized wall, teasing the sensitive nerves gathered there. Louis felt his asshole puckered up, but that didn't stop the tongue from fucking him, if anything, it made him feel the tongue forced its way even more. If not for the cock in his mouth, Louis would have been moaning since the beginning. The man could make him sing like a choir for the church if he wanted to.

Zuzhong pulled away, and then pulled out his 3" cock from under the robe without disrobing himself. He let his assistant lube his cock with the oil, and then he climbed on top of Louis's ass, slapped it a few times, and slammed his cock home in front of the audience who gasped at the idea of sodomy, yet couldn't stop jacking their rocks off.

"It isn't sodomy. It's a medical treatment." He said as he jackhammered Louis like a rabbit.

After spending so much time with thicker and longer cocks, it was obvious Louis was struggling to wrap his ass around the small cock. However, when Zuzhong moved his fingers massaging his butt, Louis could feel his ass clenched tightly, wrapping itself around the small cock with ease. But Zuzhong wasn't satisfied with that, so he massaged his ass more and Louis felt his ass become tighter and tighter. It got so tight that whenever Zuzhong pulled completely out of his ass and slammed the cock back inside, Louis felt like the small cock tore open his hole for the first time.

Zuzhong also pulled Louis's cock from his mouth and let it swing around Louis's face coating it with cockslime while Louis let out hoarse moans.

"You have quite a flexible muscle, I can easily mold it with my finger. I can teach you how to control it if you want. I can teach you how to make the perfect hole for men, to grip their cocks like a vice or to expand the muscle. What do you think? Here, a little incentive to help you think."

Zuzhong angled himself right on Louis's bitch button before slamming his cock on it. Louis howled in pleasure while his cock spurted a thick wad of precum on his face, "Fuck yeah!!!"

Zuzhong chuckled, "You think that was good? Wait till you feel this!"

Louis felt Zuzhong's hands pushing around his pubic area, and then he went crossed-eyed. The fucking man moved his fucking joy button, his fucking prostate, and dragged it along the 3" cock.

"I am not done yet."

Zuzhong picked up his pace, jackhammering Louis's ass even faster while his hands kept pushing around Louis's prostate onto the cock making it as if he was scratching the prostate on the cock while the cock violently pounded it.

Louis was no longer coherent. All he could make were animal grunts. His eyes went white because of the pleasure he thought never existed. He didn't realize Zuzhong had turned themselves around so now the audience could also watch his slimy face and well-fucked expression while the small cock pound its way. They watch in fascination, noting how despite having a pale white body, the Chinese man had a purplish-black cock and balls. The sack wasn't covered in hair, yet the small hair it had was long and wiry. They jerked furiously as they watch the black sack slap Louis's white ass.

When Louis cum, he came out gushing onto his face, and the stream went for quite a while. After a while, the stream changed to piss, and everyone watch as the emperor washed his own cum-covered face with his own piss. The sight was too much for them to handle they came almost at the same time. Sensing his job was done, Zuzhong picked up his pace and emptied his balls into Louis. He pulled away from Louis and told him he would be back in the morning and was excited to hear Louis's decision.

To say Zuzhong passed with a flying color would be an understatement. Zuzhong wasn't only allowed to stay in Francia, but he was also recruited as the court physician, given his own place in the caste for his job, as well as a luxurious bedroom. Between him, Cian, Stephanus, and Lucas, Louis's hole was well and thoroughly fucked.

Patrick? After the fight he had with Louis, he caved himself with Connor and Sean inside Martin's room fucking Martin. But with one double penetration, Martin was loose, and when Sean and Connor decided to have their own fun, Patrick was left with the sloppy loose cunt. He was so mad he didn't stop spanking Martin while ordering him to tighten his ass muscle. He missed Louis since the first night of their fight, but his ego was too big for him to fix things between them. He could only blame Martin for their fight. For a week, his cock never come out of Martin's hole. Martin's ass was well bruised, and his perfect muscular chest was also red with protruding nipples. When Patrick was bored punishing Martin's ass, he punished the nipples. Martin's handsome face was covered in spit and cum, his confident demeanor was no more. His mouth kept mumbling apologies even when he was asleep. The prince was truly transformed into a bitch, and he had been living off his own piss because Patrick forbade him to eat proper food. He could only watch when Patrick ate his plate of beef.

It was after a week Cian suddenly barged into the room.

"What the fuck Patrick, this room smell like shit!"

"Yeah? That's probably because I told the fucker to shit on all of his clothes in the wardrobe there."

"No wonder he looks like shit as well," Cian said approaching them, and then slapped Martin's unconscious face. "Anyway, Louis summons you to the throne room."

Patrick would be lying if he said he didn't feel hot and cold when he heard the summon. He didn't want to show it, but Patrick was scared shitless. He was afraid Louis going to throw him away back to Rory, and he would be sold to a slaver as a breeding bull. A fact that did not lose to Cian.

"I guess you're luck has run out. He's definitely going to discard you for me. I already sleep on your side of the bed anyway."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Cian looked at Patrick's eyes which were red like he was about to cry like a little child. This time, he felt no reverence towards the man, not because of the crying eyes, but because Louis had discarded the man. The only reason why Patrick had any respect among the Leinster was because of Louis. The only reason why Cian felt inferior toward him before was that Patrick was Louis's first husband. Now he didn't have any, Cian felt no remorse as he smirked at the crybaby child in front of him. He even pushed his chest forward, gloating about his win.

All of this was because of Martin.

Patrick looked at the unconscious man with so much hatred it was a wonder he hadn't killed the man yet. "Until he officially throws me away, I am still his stud so shut the fuck up when I told you to. And bring that bitch to the barrack. Tell the army the only drill they're going to do today is him."

Cian picked his ears, "Fine."

There was silence between them for a second, and then Patrick continued, with contempt in his voice, "And if Louis does decide to throw me away, I want you to whore that fucking Martin's cunt for free in the dirtiest of the slums and make sure he never came out."

"Yeah, I get that you are hurt and want to cry so bad, but here's the thing cunt. He's a fucking prince, and you're a wad of sperm. I am not going to sell his ass if that can lead to war."

Patrick gave him a stinking eye. He wanted to punch Cian, but he couldn't because he knew Cian made sense.

Cian suddenly hugged Patrick, "But here's what I can do," He felt Cian's hands kneading his asscheeks, "Why don't you spread your cheeks open and show me that tight virgin cunt. If I like it, maybe, once Louis throws you out like we know he will, maybe I'll talk to them to keep you around as my bed warmer." Cian pulled his face away so he could watch Patrick's face turning as red as his hair. His hands hadn't stopped kneading, instead, his middle finger now tapping at Patrick's puckering asshole.

"Over my dead body," Patrick said coldly, and yet, he didn't do anything and let Cian's finger tap on his asshole. It was only after the finger tried to breach in Patrick pulled himself away. He walked toward the pile of his clothes, and as he was wearing his clothes, he made sure to bend over and arched his back slightly while spreading his legs open so Cian could see his asshole.

The humiliation he felt as he bent over and the stare he could feel boring into his virgin cunt made his balls tighten and his cock harden. He still couldn't believe he showed off his asshole willingly to fucking Cian, and now he was psyching himself up for being Cian's new bitch. He didn't have a choice. He didn't want to be sold to a slaver, being hooked up on drugs until nothing was left in his brain but to breed, and then, he wouldn't even enjoy fucking. At the very least, if he remained here, even after Louis discarded him, he could try to mend things between them.

Once Patrick was done, he let Cian escort him to the throne room. Cian pulled him closer by the waist, and then stuck his hand into Patrick's trousers and traced around the excited hole. When they exited Martin's room, the entire Leinster army was standing there lining up all the way to the throne room. The fucking bastard Cian.

Every single one of them was smirking at them, they could see Cian's hand disappear inside his trousers. Then Cian said, loudly, "That's a fucking tight hole you showed me, and I don't mind deflowering it, but you're a fucking stinking ass, Patrick. So I am lowering my offer. I don't want your ass as my bed warmer, but once I am done tearing that rosebud open, I am going to let you stay as the barrack bitch." Everyone around them cheered, some of them even pulled out their cocks.

"Don't get ahead of yourself too much, cunt. I am still his stud, and if he decided to keep me, it's going to be hell for you." But even Patrick knew the chance for that was low, that was why he let Cian keep his finger on his hole.

"You really don't know when to shut your mouth, don't you cunt? I was going to be nice. After my babe throws you like the trash you are, I was going to carry you to my bedroom and opened up that hole nicely before I let everyone dogpiling on you, but you know what," He then said loudly, "I am going to held a fucking gangbang party and rip your fucking cunt open!"

Everyone was livid. They cheered loudly while whistling and throwing their shirt at them while Patrick's hole tighten even more it almost sucked Cian's finger in.

Cian whispered, "Whoops, it seems your hole is excited it sucks my finger right away. Tell your fucking hole to hold her horse, cunt. I want it tight when I split it open in front of everyone."

Cian pulled his hands out and patted Patrick on the butt. They had arrived at the throne room door.

Patrick's heart beating rapidly when Cian opened the door, and as Cian escorted him inside, he could see a lot of people. All of the knights were there, the councilors also there, Pepin and his family, the petitioners, the courtiers; everyone and their mother were there.

It was a wonder how Patrick held his feet from shaking when Louis, with a poker face, motioned him to stand in front of him. He looked at Louis's face, trying to study him for anything he could use to his advantage, but all he found was a straight emotionless expression. At that very moment, he had accepted to resign his cherry for Cian, and as that thought cross his mind, his hole twitched in nervousness, or perhaps excitement.

"As you might all have noticed, ever since I came back from my campaign bringing this kingdom a victory, my court is no longer the same. This kingdom is no longer the same. I am no longer the same. But I have accepted the fact that changes aren't all that bad. My father revolutionalized the military, funding his own standing elite army for the crown and that army has protected us to this very day and brought wrath to our enemies. Now, I am going to further my father's work in strengthening our army by integrating the Rutting Stags into our army as one and the same. No longer they are a regiment in our army with separate leadership, their ranks will be integrated as part of the army ranks and anyone from the Leinster army will be able to achieve the highest rank and title I can give for their service as if they are my own people. With respect to the prior agreement between the Leinster and Francia, this meant the army will have a certain quota reserved specifically for the Leinster. I will also name Cian as a knight and the commander of the Royal Army which was previously held by Pontikus, and instead, stationed Sir Pontikus as the Knight-Commander."

"Now, the military isn't the only thing that keeps the kingdom standing and flourishing. You are also part of the reason we are who we are today. In fact, you are this kingdom and without you, we are no longer a kingdom. Your loyalty is the rain that grows our crops and the river that nurtures our land. Without loyalty, our land shattered, rebellions that kill the peasants more than the nobles, piracy and banditry run rampant because everyone just wants to take everything from this land for themselves, and border disputes against foreign powers, claiming their people as ours like the German claims the burgundy as theirs! No more of that! This land needs to be united under the crown! We are Frankish and our legacy rivals even the Latin! Those who dare betrayed the people and the crown by letting the Germans lay their claim to our land will be punished! Any towns that show less than absolute loyalty to Francia and its people will be brought to trial, the royal army will make sure of that. The prosperous lands are ours, not theirs." Murmurs were heard as Louis made his speech, some looked worried, and many looked invigorated. The importance of a kingdom was always attributed to the crown and the ruling dynasty, to be validated awakened something within the peasants' hearts; a flame that will light the kingdom in its darkest ours and burn those who dare to stand on their path. Cheers were heard soon after, and the peasants screamed to burn the Germans.

"That being said," Louis continued, "we are not here to make enemies or isolate ourselves from others. Our disdain is reserved only for the Western Empire as they had unrightfully taken what's ours. To our allies and those who had proven loyal to the crown of Francia, we welcome them with open hands. Such is the Leinster. I will not deny my short time with the Leinster has forged a bond with me and its people, their strong will and perseverance even in times of uneven odds will serve us well. I know, God will prove me right. For that reason, I intend to deepen our alliance by opening our border for them and their merchant into our lands and they'd do the same for us as well." Of course, Louis didn't mention anything about the Leinster not paying the toll but the Frankish have to, "and I understand your worries. The competition between the merchants and the disputes over land ownership will be a problem. Worry not, for as long as the trade is fair, the law will be fair to you as well. The competition will encourage our people to be more productive and strengthen our alliance even more. Their loyalty and our loyalty are a match made in heaven, and heaven knows the Leinster will always have our back in our time of needs."

Those who didn't know better cheer loudly at the new alliance forged between the Leinster and the Frankish, those who knew puckered up their hole at the innuendo Louis made. For those who felt like Louis had made an official announcement that the Frankish were to be the Leinster bitch, they were having a hard time not bending over a nearby Leinster and offering him their holes.

"But that isn't the last thing I want to announce today."

The murmurs stopped and they waited, some biting their lips, for Louis to continue his speech. When Louis's gaze aimed at him, Patrick fought his desire to kneel in front of his own bitch, though his claim apparently had been disputed, and to beg for Louis's forgiveness. Not because Louis was antagonizing him, but because he finally remembered what he liked so much about Louis. Now that he was about not to have Louis's presence anymore, he felt a certain longing and fear that he'd lost something precious to his heart. Their relationship might've started with lust and desire, but his fondness for the beautiful man was genuine. He was surprised his legs weren't shaking and he didn't fall to his knees when Louis opened his mouth.

"Some of you might have noticed, some of you had whispered, loudly, about the presence of a foreign influence in my court. A man who barely holds any title except as the youngest son of a barbaric chieftain dares to come into my court, ordering my palace like it is his own palace and he's the emperor. Who is he but a man without a single title to his name? Let me tell you, who is he in this court."

`Nobody.' Patrick and every Leinster thought Louis would say. Patrick could even feel Cian's eyes boring into his ass drilling his virgin cunt open with a smirk. That was enough to make Patrick lower his gaze, admitting his defeat to his own bitch as his heart shattered in pieces thinking the next word that would come out of Louis's mouth will be the end of them.

But instead, Louis said, "He is the new Commander of the newly reformed Kingsguard. His job is to protect me and to enforce my will; to work for my interest and my interest only. He is my left hand and my right hand. He is the king of this palace when I am not around and when I am around. He will defer to none, bow to none, and be subject to none but me."

The Kingsguards were the elite group consisting of seven knights tasked to protect the king as his royal bodyguards. It was founded by Charles I and was disbanded when Charles I was assassinated by one of the Kingsguards.

Patrick looked at Louis who smiled at him from on top of his throne, and despite his domineering speech, his eyes showed no pride or disrespect or even authority. Instead, they looked at Patrick with deference; it wasn't Patrick who had to relinquish his will to Louis, it was Louis who gave his to Patrick on a silver platter, officially. Louis had surrendered in their silly fight, and Patrick thought he would rejoice, happy that his bitch had learned his place. But looking at those sad eyes, he couldn't help but felt sour. For the first time, he realized he had gone overboard with teasing Louis, making the man jealous. Now that Louis was lonely, Patrick had no one to blame but him.

Patrick kneeled in front of Louis as he said, "I, Patrick MacCarthal, son of Rory MacCarthal, vow, for as long as my heart still beats, to protect you with all of my life, in sadness and in sickness. For as long as I live, you will not bleed or weep. I give my soul, my heart, and my body to you and only to you. I will not defer to any but you, bow to none but you, and be subject of no one but you. I will not sire any children, desire no flesh, and worship no ground but yours. From this day onwards, every second of my life, every breath I take, every step I make, and every beat my heart makes are all done in your name."

Louis felt butterflies dancing in his stomach as Patrick kneeled and recited his vow. He thought he was the one who have to surrender this fight, surrender all of his dignity for his man no matter how hurt he was. He was ready to accept that happiness might not be always on his path. And even though he wasn't happy, all he wanted was still Patrick. Now that his man had promised to be a better man for him, Louis's steps become lighter like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. He pulled out the ceremonial sword, his father's sword, and approached Patrick. He tapped both of Patrick's shoulders with the flat side of the sword once.

"From now on, you shall be known as Sir Patrick, the Commander of the Kingsguard!"

Everyone clapped and cheered at the newly dubbed knight whose vow sounded more like a marriage vow, a fact that will not lose to history, especially not in the court of romance. The vow would be remembered and treasured for centuries.

Patrick stood and seized Louis by the waist, in front of the many shocked eyes. But Patrick didn't care, and as those eyes gazed into his eyes, Louis too didn't care. They were lost in their own world as they stared at each other, and surrendered themselves to their longings. Slowly, Patrick descended his lips, and Louis accepted the kiss with his own lips. They made out, forgetting where they were and who they were supposed to be. Patrick blatantly grabbed Louis's ass and gave it a squeeze as he mauled Louis's mouth.

The sight was beyond shocking for the eyes of the peasants. Kissing the queen might be less shocking, but Patrick was no queen. He was a man through and through, and a barbarian nonetheless.

"What, you never kiss your friend before?" Said a Leinster to the shocked crowd as he grabbed a Frankish knight, "this is my best friend right here, and I fucking love him." He pulled in the knight for a hot make-out session.

Soon, other knights followed, the courtiers would also follow, and Hugo would also follow, but seeing the degenerates kiss each other wasn't really a surprising thing. To see such an intimacy after long they had been subjected to strict chaste church law during Charles's reign, did make the peasants frown at such a sight. But Louis had made a good speech and the vow made men and women swoon, and they were the romance, their language was love, even more than the other romance cultures. Kissing came to them like a fish in water, and like a fish to they puckered their lips and kissed the people beside them. Men and women, nobles and peasants, sucked each other faces and followed the example of their emperor.

After what felt like forever and yet a brief moment at the same time, Patrick pulled away and caressed Louis's hair as he stared into Louis's eyes saying, "I am sorry."

"Me too."

"Your hole is tighter."

Louis chuckled, "And those men didn't fuck as good as you."

Patrick slapped Louis's rump as he went for another kiss. A brief one since Louis pulled away.

He put a hand on Patrick's meaty chest and turned to the crowd who were still enjoying kissing their friends and strangers. He still had Patrick's hand around his waist, however.

Only after Louis coughed loudly did their attention turns to him. Smiles plastered on their faces, who knew a kiss could bring happiness?

"Of course, Sir Patrick can't be a commander without subordinates. And though I am sure many within the army and the court has the strength and the loyalty to be one of the Kingsguards, I want to use this as an opportunity to let the brave and the loyal amongst you, my subjects, to serve the crown. The crown will hold a tournament within a few months and those who win the tournament will join Sir Patrick within the rank of the Kingsguards. Prepare yourself, my loyal subjects."

Everyone cheered again, but this time, they also kissed their friends. Many boasted how they'd win the tournament while flexing their muscle while many others did the same. Both nobles and commoners saw this as one in a lifetime opportunity to better their life, and they were pumped.

Amongst the ruckus, Patrick caught Cian's eyes. Cian stood still, mouth opened, and his gaze said everything Patrick needed to know. At first, he thought he had a small win over Cian, after all, nothing changes between them, he was still Louis's stud and Cian was still the strongest man and now the commander of the army. But when he was how terrified those eyes were, that was when Patrick realized he had hit the jackpot. Louis had gotten Cian so pussy-whipped with him that he was afraid Patrick would take Louis away from him. Louis not only had given him the fucking kingdom, but he also neutered Patrick's competitor. Patrick would sure pound that ass and he wouldn't come out until Louis popped his baby out. That was the only thing Patrick could give as gratitude for giving him everything he wanted.

He was fucked, and Cian knew it. His bravado at Patrick earlier came crashing down on him, he could hear himself screaming on the inside about how stupid he was treating the first husband like that and now he could no longer be Louis's second husband. His own ego blamed himself for being such a stupid cunt and went against the first husband. When his gaze met Patrick's, his legs shook a little, but enough for Patrick to smirk.

Patrick basked in his victory by kissing Louis's temple. He looked at Cian, the man who could wipe the floor with his face, and saw how Cian had turned from a macho daddy stud to a trembling pussyboi. He was the wolf, and Cian was the lamb.

Showing his fangs, Patrick mouthed inaudibly, "Piss yourself."

And within a second, without any resistance, the new commander of the army pissed himself in front of dozens of people. As he emptied his bladder, soaking his pants, he could hear laughter directed at him, but all he saw was Patrick and how those eyes say it was only the beginning.

I am so sorry it took me quite a while to finish this chapter, but hey, I was never a fast writer to begin with. I honestly, I do not expect the chapter to be this long as well, but it did, partially because I want to have fun with the petitioners and such. We also got some romance in the end of this chapter which I rarely write and definitely not the focus of this story. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! If you have any question, feedback, or anything, feel free to contact me!