Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 10:18:15 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: A Feast for the King

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A Feast for the King


Henry VIII finally sired his much desired son with the comely and frail
Jane Seymour. Within two weeks of the birth she died. The king was left
with a daughter by his first wife, another by his executed second wife and
now a son to inherit his kingdom and to one day carry on the
succession. While Henry suffered through a disastrous then annulled fourth
marriage and a fifth marriage that saw another wife sent to the block his
son was reared and schooled in an education that befitted the future king
of his fathers realm.
    Henry was heavier of weight as he settled into middle age though was
considered mature in the fifteen hundreds. Free of his fifth wife he
indulged his enormous appetites for the brief period before he would make
his final and mostly successful final marriage. Its is here that Henry,
disillusioned and untrusting, averted his eyes of women and looked to the
one affection that swelled his pride: his son.
    It was his ritual to permit an audience with young John as he took his
first repast in his bed chamber at his table. As the king wolfed through
the first meats of the day the prince would stand duly at the kings
opposite. The lad recited his lessons of the previous day with stern
corrections barked between chews. But it was also the kings affection of a
quick smile or twinkling gaze that soared the princes spirit. King and heir
in public privacy for the king was rarely without attendants.
    As John recited his italian the king roared back in merriment at the
miscued words and improper accent. As was the duty of the court when the
king laughed the court laughed so his attendants followed Henrys lead and
joined him in an amused chorus.
    With a fierce pound of fist on table the king roared, "You dare to
laugh at me seed!" His face flushed as eyes darted about the chamber in
their fury. The room fell silent as heads bowed in fear. "Out. Out! All of
you! Leave us!"
    The young prince watched in awe as servants hurriedly departed bowing
and scraping, each secretly wishing not to be remembered for this
breech. As the door carefully clicked shut the lad looked back warily to
the power of his father but found a smirk and twinkle upon the bearded
visage.
    With a long sweep of sleeve over mouth Henry boomed down at his
son. "Bear in mind, young John, the king can split the world in two and
cast both halves into the void. One day you will take the throne. Upon that
sad and glorious day your voice must become your trumpet. Remember these
words".
    John nodded. "I will, my liege".
    "Aye, you will. And what of your other lessons? You are taking up the
sword. Is it to your liking?"
    "Aye, my liege. It is only of wood but I am learning the pary".
    The king indulged a hearty swag of wine. "Good, lad.". With a sweep of
his arm the plates before him were slid away. "Come. Sit here in my
clearing".
    The prince placed hands on the table to leverage his leap as he bounced
up upon a knee then slid over to sit before the king. He leaned back
resting his weight on his hands as his feet cushioned upon his fathers
thighs. Both king and prince remained in their night chemise though the
king had an overcoat of heavy linen and ermine trim.
    Clasping his sons calves the king leaned in. "Forget the king and kiss
the father".
    The lad grabbed the ermine lapels as he pressed his lips into the soft
center of the beard. As he pulled back he was pleased to see the softness
in the once fierce eyes.
    "It is a kings weakness to hunger for affection and yet unable to
appear vulnerable for their are usurpers in every cranny". His paw reached
up to soothe the lads face. "But with you there is sanctuary". Pulling the
young head forward he kissed with a deepening affection.
    The young hands darted along the fur until they encircled the swarthy
neck. Lips parted as tongues met. A royal tumble of wet muscle as they slid
over each other. The paws massaged his head or cupped his ears. Lips pulled
at his own as the breath slid from nostril to cheek. Saliva intermingled as
tongues danced and parried and explored.
    Henry revelled in the arms of safety as he took his fill of sweet
princely spittle. His tongue echoing the firmness of his loins. Heart
pounded. Ears burned. And tongue teased tongue.
    Holding the lads head away the king stared into the dreamy eyes of his
heir. "Lay back, young prince. My desires command it" though his voice was
kind. As the back met table the kings hands met knees sliding the chemise
to the lads waist. Hungry eyes feasted on the taught sac and firm tube with
its cornet foreskin of boy sex. Hands slid down framing the morsels.
    John lifted his head. "Am I not the envy of all princes?"
    "Lad, you are the envy of monarchs".
    Lowering his head Henrys tongue dog-lapped the balls. With great licks
he slathered the nuts causing them to bounce amid the loosening bag. Lips
pressed in, parted, sucking in the treasured nuggets. Paws slid up under
the chemise until fingers found the paps. As he suckled balls fingers
lightly tweaked and pulled nipples into firmness.
    John boldly pushed his fathers head in deeper. As a hand quickly slid
to his crotch the mouth added cock to its suckling. The prince groaned at
the fatherly love. Mouth released wet balls as cock was sucked. Lips
pushing down as knob popped free into the sucking mawe of regal mouth.
    Henry inhaled his sons cock. Slow. Steady. Up and down. His mouth
sucked. Devoured. Tongue sleeved the rod as mouth sucked hungrily. A sweet
royal blow job. A feast for the king.
    John lolled his head against the hard surface. As paws slipped to the
underside of his thighs the lad brought his feet to plant on the edge of
the table. He was the banquet. Dessert to the kings appetite.
    Henry lifted his head as he swatted a princely knee. "A king does not
spread as a wench", he admonished. "Twist to serve your bounty".
    Quickly John flipped from back to stomach before assuming a dogs
stance. He was rewarded with a long lick from the crest of his backside
along the valley to his balls. Then back up. Hands squeezed the butt
cheeks.
    "My desire", the king observed as eyes found the eye revealed as hands
held cheeks open. The tongue found the spot. Burrowing the tip as it begged
entrance. Tongue teased; implored. Open for me. The tongue insisted. The
hole loosened. In. Slightly. Sweeping from side to side then flicking up
and down the king inhaled the morning scent of boy. A slap on the cheeks
brought a moan from the boy as tongue pushed onward. Snaking the royal
hole. Opening the desire that is the existance of all male heirs to a
throne. Up. In. Insisting. Forcing. Fucking. Eating. Inwards and
upwards. The boy relenting. The hole cunting the tongue. A sleeve to be
filled. To be assaulted. Owned. Submission. The tongue lapping in.
    "My liege", the lad groaned. "Take what is yours". He wiggled his rump
back into the great bearded face. "I beg of my king. Take my desire".
    A foot at the leg of the table thrust it forward as king took hold of
the princes hips. As table screeched away lad was pulled forward. Off the
table shin met thigh. Naked thigh. The chemise was up. As butt settled down
hole kissed slick juicy knob.
    "Bear down, my son. Take your desire and mine".
    One hand held fat cock by the base as the arm, wrapped about the waist,
pulled buttocks down. The lads hands reached up behind pulling his fathers
head to his neck. "Fuck me, my liege".
    Knob steady as hole sat down engulfing. The cockhead popped in. The
sleeve sucking meat in as ass sat down until anus replaced the gripping
hand. All in. Full.
    "Oh, yes", the lad sighed. Fat cock filling his tunnel.
    Hands rested on the lads hips.
    Lips sucked the fold of neck at shoulder.
    No other movement.
    The invasion halted as the prince adjusted to the royal septre of the
king.
    Fat cock. Slickened asshole. Balls resting on hairy balls.
    Henry waited. He vampired the neck with tongue and lips.
    John sighed.
    From foot to knee he rested on the hairy naked thighs.
    Henry felt the first slight movement as the lad attempted an upward
release. Then down quickly.
    Another attempt.
    Then a stronger try. Half out, half in. Then all in.
    Then the magic.
    John began to fuck the fat cock. His rythm mounted in speed.
    Henry groaned as his hands fondled the boys cock and balls.
    Up and down. Up and down. The cock was relieved then impaled
again. Over and over. Fast. Faster. Fucking. Being fucked. Desire itched as
the prince began to bounce on cock. Almost out. All the way back
in. Shallow. Deep. Full. Fucking. The lads need. The kings desire. Cock
filling asshole. Asshole swallowing prick. Fast. Furious.
    Henrys foreskin was pulled up and down his shaft by the tight boy
cunt. His mind devoid of thought as his body fell into sensory
overload. There was nothing but the sensation of cockhead suckled by his
sons inner walls.
    Johns itch spurred him on. Bouncing in frenzy. Tears forming. Wanting
more. Needing. Hungry hole. Filling. Filled.
    Fuck. Fucking. In. Up. Deep. Devoured.
    It happened unexpected. Henry growled into the throat. Sperm shot
out. Deep in the chasm. What had created the boy now made a king. Splash
after splash against wall. Deep into the bowels. King spurting into
prince. Father seeding son. King joined to heir.
    As John feels the hot weight of cum slosh in his ass he settles down
onto the balls. Resting. Pausing. Impaled.
    Henry raises his bulk from the chair holding the lad by the shoulders,
securing his cock in the hole. The lad is bounced as king strides to
bed. Only when the lad is kneeling on the bed does the king release his
prick.
    As the prince looks over his shoulder the cock bounces as it prevents
the chemise from sliding down. His father falls to his knees behind the
prince.
    Fingers poke at the freshly fucked hole. Slick. Wet. Easy to open.
    "Bear down. Release your treasure: my seed".
    Henry lustfully stares as the asshole produces a glob of white. A
finger daubs it up to his hungry lips.
    "More".
    As the hole begins to wink the king presses his lips to the opening.
Tongue lapping, the king feasts on the steady drool of cum and ass.
    A royal feast. Indeed.