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The Story of the Prince of TPK
The Prince had been sent away. His father had told him he was to be sent to a neighboring Kingdom to secure peace. He’d presumed through marriage to a princess. But he’d been wrong.
He pondered how glad he was to be wrong, as he felt his hole ache from being used for the first time. Aching, but feeling oddly warm. Cum warm against where he’d been stretched. His new lord, the King he’d been sent to, had just finished using him. The Prince had never been fucked by a dominant man before. He felt so content.
His first few days there he’d been unsure what was to happen. After arriving he’d met the king, and been made to kiss his ring. But no further plans had been discussed. He’d just come of age, and felt his wild oats in him growing. He’d grown frustrated, waiting patiently at first. But as nothing was disclosed and time passed him he grew restless. He’d been told to make himself comfortable in any way he needed. He took advantage of the license given, and started taking servants rather cruelly into his bed, men and women both. The King had made no attempt to stop him at first. He let the young man have his pleasure. But the Prince became aware the King was speaking to all who entered his bed.
One night some servants had been sent to the Prince’s rooms. They said he was to meet with the King privately. They had to prepare him for the King in the local manner, which the King demanded. He shrugged, and let them lead him to the bath. They bathed him, and shaved him all over, except for his long hair. After they presented him with clothes. It was the sort of thing you’d see in a 16’th century painting, long tan hose and a heavy dress. He shrugged and slipped into the new clothes. And once deemed ready they brought him to the king.
The king was in his chambers, dressed much like the Prince. The long regal legs in tan hose made the Prince breath deep. But he pushed the thoughts from his mind. He’d noticed before the King was indeed regal and appealing, but he didn’t want to start thinking that way about the man he thought would be his father-in-law.
The king stood up. And walked silently to the Prince. Silently looking him up and down. He ordered him to stay still, then pushed the Prince onto the bed. Overwhelmed he didn’t resist. The king then spread his legs, and started rubbing the inside of his thighs. The Prince started moaning, getting hard in surprise, unsure how to react. His regal hands went everywhere, quickly finding his young erection. No one had ever done this before, soon the Prince was breathing heavily, a little dark spot forming on the hose.
“Your turn.” the King said simply. It was enough. The Prince eagerly felt his mouth open. He’d never served a man before in bed, he’d always taken his place on top. But this was intoxicating. A touch unsure, but eager.
He saw his lord King lying on his bed, skirt lifted. The prince kissed the inner thigh, up and down. Slowly, softly, reverently the way servants kissed him. Then firmer and more frequently as he felt the King enjoy it. Eventually the King bade him go up. The Prince pushed his legs apart. Licking, sucking, and kissing the top of the thighs, where the balls, ass, and thighs meet. The King liked this more, breathing harder and moving softly. As the Prince savoured the nylon and warmth. He grew bold, and licked up and down the side of his cock, and rubbed his cheeks up and down it as well. Adoringly. The King tore a hole in his hose, and forced his cock down the Prince’s eager throat. The Prince gagged and choked, never having done this before, but refused to stop, and soon he felt warm seed dripping down his throat. The King gently put the Prince’s head in his lap, while both regained their breath. The Prince, eager to please the King how servants had served him, kissed his now soft cock sweetly. Hands gently playing in his lap and thighs.
His cock was slowly getting harder. Then the Prince had a thought. He moved himself between the King’s legs, so he could rub his hosed lap against the King’s. Grinding against his King’s bare cock with his nylon lap and cock.
This brought the King back to full erection and excited him terribly. He grabbed the Prince, putting him on his hands and knees. His hands tore his hose, and within seconds he was inside the Prince’s virgin hole. The Prince had never let this happen before, but this was intoxicating. Gently moving his body so the King could take him deeper. Until he felt his lap against the hips “Please, take me…” he almost begged.
He stretched, and moaned. He loved feeling the warm hosed legs against his own as he let himself be taken. His hands even went behind him, trying to pull the King deeper. He needed more, he gave himself in every way that he personally had wanted the servants to do for himself. Turned on the spot. The King leaned into him, pressing close, as he started to climax. The Prince was moaning almost louder, moving back and forth so the King Didn’t have to. The soft hose and stretched hole were too much as he rubbed against the bed from the front and King from behind. He started to spurt cum, but only went faster. Until the King held him in place, and spilled his seed. The Prince felt he could finally relax. As the King slowly shrunk inside him. Warm and soft.
After some time the King slid out. He let the Prince take his spot in his lap again. He debriefed him how he knew the Prince would quit his nighttime activities now that he knew what this felt like, and the Prince agreed. He then sent the Prince back to his chambers, without thinking about how he looked he left obediently. He lay in his bed happy but exhausted, any thoughts about a marriage toa princess forgotten. Feeling the ache inside him, like the King was still there, he drifted off…