Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2013 15:56:45 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Switching Sides, Chapter 1

Switching Sides

Chapter 1


	He reclined languidly on his gold and gem encrusted throne as he
watched me enter the ornate audience chamber.  I'd been instructed on how
to approach the King of Aldig.  First, you kneel on the deeply cushioned
carpet runner that connects the doorway to the throne.  You bow with your
head to the carpet three times before scrambling forward on your hands and
knees for ten feet.  Then, you turn and shamble backwards (again on your
hands and knees) toward the throne for five feet.  Once more you bow three
times after you've turned toward the throne and scramble on hands and knees
for another ten feet.  There were markers in the carpet to tell you when to
switch.  You repeat this humiliating approach to the king until you are at
the base of the throne.  Once there, you are allowed to rise, but not rise
off your knees.  You are to keep your head bowed, but you are allowed to
glance up at the king and his attending guards if you don't stare.

	Each times I'd turned as I made my way forward, I surveyed the
audience chamber.  Over-the-top and gaudy would be praise for it.  To my
eye, it hadn't been redecorated in more than a century, and was showing its
age.  But, the king and his guards were not old.  They were young,
handsome, and virile.  Without a way to stop it, my dick jerked to a full
10" erection as I crawled closer and closer to the throne.  The guards'
dicks rose as I drew abreast of them.  The king's fat, brown dick throbbed
enticingly on his cobblestone abs.  From his raised platform, he looked
down at me.  His green eyes bored into me.  Was I a spy as most
"outlanders" were?  Or was I a young man looking for an opportunity to
serve this king.  His smooth, unblemished, brown skin rippled over his
heavily muscled body.  He licked his lips and gestured for me to turn
around and get on my hands and knees again.  He murmured approval and told
me to turn around again and face him.

	What I'd first noticed about the good-looking king was that he was
nude, with the exception of his golden crown encrusted with priceless gems,
his gold and jeweled arm bands, and an ornate breastwork that shined with a
startling golden luster.  There were flecks of grey in his hair, so I
concluded he had to be somewhere in his late 30s or early 40s.  But, what
had drawn my attention was his lower body.  His legs were held up by two of
his muscular black guards and his asshole was dribbling cum.  Both guards
had enormous dicks, but the dick on the right had a slickness and shininess
to it, plus a drip of white cum suspended from the tip.  Had he just fucked
the king and dumped a load?

	The leaders of my land were universal in their condemnation of the
"degenerate" land across the sea.  They preached loud and long about what
an abomination they were.  They needed a "holy war" to rid the planet of
that scandalous scourge.  But, our land produced few scientists of clear
mind who could find any way to thwart the technology and defenses of the
"degenerates" science.  Free thought was discouraged, only true believers
were ever allowed the resources to research counter-measures to our enemy's
technology.

	True believers were in the majority.  Even though we considered
ourselves part of a democratic republic, our national votes and referenda
were not universally supported.  A small, but growing, minority voted
against the religion-obsessed minions in charge.  Without access to proper
media, the minority had no voice.  Added to that, only men and women of
property were allowed to vote.  But, even apartment dwellers and other
renters could find land to purchase.  Prices were low, so nearly anyone
could afford to buy.  The purchased land didn't have to be productive, just
owned.  However, that was still an obstacle for the poor.  They couldn't
afford to buy land when they were living hand-to-mouth.  And with the media
owned by the government and dissent suppressed, only one message got to the
voters: "We need another holy war!"  The poor never had a voice to free
them from their miserable existence.  They had no vote and no one who could
vote took up their plight.  The poor were merely cannon fodder for the
priestly class and their endless calls for another holy war.

	I was an excellent student in school, so I got a good job with the
government right away.  With my first pay, I bought a small parcel of land
(a tiny lot measuring one hundred square feet) well outside the capital
city.  It wasn't much, but it did allow me to vote.

	But, I was harboring a "shameful" secret.  I liked men in a VERY
big way.  Any chance I got to suck a dick, fuck a hot ass, or have both
done to me, I was on it.  I'd been very lucky so far.  I hadn't gotten
caught or turned in by any of my fuck buddies.  But, I knew it was only a
matter of time before my need for hot, male sex would get me in serious
trouble.

	The country's religious leaders were always calling for their
stupid holy wars.  And because they controlled the government, they
recruited frequently for soldiers and spies.  They'd already lost two
skirmishes with the enemy and would probably lose the next one just as
badly.  With their overwhelming technological edge, the enemy didn't have
to break a sweat to defeat us.  Our ships were sunk before they could
disembark the soldiers, and our planes were defenseless against their
various weapons to bring us down.

	After our second defeat, my faith in our leaders had reached zero.
Of course, they blamed the debacle on seditious, gay elements and
minorities in our country.  I was in double jeopardy: I was black and gay.
The fault wasn't theirs as their gods and the state religion were
infallible.  In quiet conversations, I was hearing more and more dissent.
But, there was no current way to communicate that dissent and get a chance
to govern.  We desperately needed to throw off the yoke of these idiots,
but there didn't appear to be a way to accomplish that.  They had a
stranglehold on the message and the means to suppress all dissent.

       I couldn't wait for the potential eventuality of revolution in my
country.  I knew they'd start rounding up anyone who even appeared gay or
was a racial minority to "purify" our country after the next defeat (which
was sure to come).

       So, when they asked for volunteers to go to our enemy's lands and
spy, I decided I'd do it.  This wasn't an easy decision.  Word had filtered
back that previous spies who had been sent had all perished.  Our clergy
said that was due to the depravity heaped upon them by the enemy.  I found
that hard to believe.  It was more likely that the spies had been captured
and killed.  But, I was not deterred.  A fuck buddy of mine had volunteered
to spy on our enemy and hadn't come back.  That was expected.  But, what
surprised me was that I got a message through his mother that only made
sense to me.  He was alive and well, living the good life with his new
boyfriend.  The message was cryptic and had been agreed to ahead of his
departure.

       I was given all the training the State could provide in spy craft.
Of course, there was religious indoctrination, but I was able to make the
appropriate mouth noises to pass the course.  My only concern was getting
into the enemy's country without being detected or blown out of the sky
before I could make good on my hope for asylum.

       The date of departure arrived.  They had the good sense to send me
in at night, hoping that darkness and silence would cover my approach.  Of
course, the enemy could see in the dark and forced my silent glider down
into a farmer's field.  A contingent of soldiers captured me before I could
cross to the next field and hide in a dark copse.  I gave up readily.  They
stripped me of equipment and clothing, leaving me with only my shoes.  The
soldier in charge waved an electronic device over me to check for hidden
transmitting chips.  At the time, I had no idea what he was doing as that
technology was beyond our science.  I was shackled and gagged, then dragged
to the nearest military base where I met their commander.

       I stood before him with only my shoes on.  His gaze continued to
stray to my overly large dick.  More than once he asked me to turn around.
He brought in a medical person who examined my teeth, dick, balls, and ass.
He spent such an inordinate amount of time on my dick and ass that my dick
rose up to my full 10" of dark manhood.  The captain whistled in
appreciation.  Before the physician left, he whispered something in the
captain's ear.  I couldn't hear what was said, but did notice the big smile
on the captain's face.

       My cover story was that I was blown off course during a military
exercise and had no choice but to land where the enemy had forced me down.
"Winds are very tricky and difficult to overcome in a glider," I continued
to protest.  They weren't buying it.  It was clear that they had been
tracking me from the time my glider was released by the towing plane.

       After the captain asked me a few questions (which I answered as
truthfully as I could without revealing my spy status), he sent me away to
a cell in another building.  I was fed, given something to drink (which I
really liked), bedding and blankets.  I had just made my bed when one of
the soldiers who'd captured me came into my cell.  Looking over my
shoulder, I quizzed him on what he wanted.  Even with his dialect, I could
understand that he wanted a blowjob.  He had a nice dick, so I agreed.
But, first, he put a special kind of jock on me so I couldn't jack my dick.
The poor guy had a hair trigger or I had skills he hadn't anticipated,
because he blew a load down my throat in under a minute.  It wasn't a big
load, but it sure tasted good to me.  My dry spell at home at been over two
months while I was in training.

	When I tried to jack off by rubbing the jock as I blew him, he
slapped my hand away.  "You are not allowed to nutt," he admonished
sternly, "nor am I allowed to suck you off or fuck your beautiful ass.  The
commander says you are to be presented to the king as a gift.  But, we are
rewarded for capturing you by making you suck us off.  You seem to have
enjoyed it," he smiled.

	The rest of the squad made their way to my cell one by one and
dumped load after load down my throat.  At least three of them came back
for seconds.  Finally, I was allowed to sleep.  I expected to be abused or
interrogated repeatedly, but it never happened.  At least half of the
soldiers rimmed my ass as I blew them, but I still wasn't allowed to touch
my dick.  When I had to piss, I had to ask for permission and then someone
would hold my dick, so I wouldn't try to jack myself off.  They allowed me
to sleep as long as I needed.  Every day I was there, I was told to
exercise and which exercises to perform.  The captain saw me every day for
additional questioning, but I stuck to my cover story.

	A week into my captivity, the commander pulled me into his office
for another expected interrogation.  "You're a very handsome man," the
captain began.  "The king has summoned you to his court to determine your
future."  At that point, he told me how to behave before the king and how
to enter his audience chamber.  I still wondered how the king even knew
about me, but I did recall that pictures had been taken of me, which
included my spread ass and my very hard dick.  I wondered if the king was
gay, too.  I'd heard stories in my country about him, but hadn't believed
any of them.  Maybe there was truth to the rumor that he enjoyed the
company of men.  I would do my "gay best" to impress him.

	Now in the king's audience chamber, I was naked and on my knees
facing him.  "I hear from the squadron that captured you that you're an
excellent cocksucker."  I glanced up at him, but wasn't sure what I was
supposed to say.  "Speak up, Man! Are you an excellent cocksucker?"

	"Yes, Your Majesty," I responded in a strong voice.  The two black
guards turned toward me, ready to spring to the king's defense if he needed
them.  Their six foot wooden staves could easily break bones, including my
head.  I was sure they were well trained and wouldn't hesitate to end my
life at the king's command.  "I'm an excellent cocksucker," I repeated his
words.  The guards smiled, their big, black dicks as hard as mine.

	"And you have other skills?" the king asked.  Again, I didn't know
what to say.  I wasn't sure what he meant.  "Sexual skills," the king
clarified.

	"Yes, Your Majesty."

	"And what are those skills?"

	I didn't want to offend the king by being too graphic, but his
country's reputation loosened my tongue.  "I can fuck a hot ass so well
that I make the man cum without touching his dick," I bragged.  The king
smirked at my bravado.  "And I can do the same thing just by rimming his
ass."  The king looked surprised at that boast.  Had I gone too far?  I had
done that with a couple of men at home, but I didn't know if I could do it
to any man.

	"Is that so?" the king challenged.  I nodded firmly.  "Leave us!"
the king commanded.  "The spy has something to prove to me."  Even his
guards turned to leave which surprised me.  Could the king actually trust
this foreigner, even though he said all the right things?  Evidently, the
glowing reports from my captors had convinced him that I was no threat to
him.

	When the last door had closed, the king commanded, "Eat my ass!"
He lifted his legs into his chest and smiled at me.  His asshole winked
wetly at me.  I leaned in and licked at his cream-smeared hole.  The black
guard had great tasting cum, I decided.  I probed my tongue deeper and
scooped up more cum.  This had a slightly different taste, like it might be
a mixture of more than one man's load.  I'd sampled such a mixture at a
private party once.  The host was an unapologetic bottom and took as many
loads as he could.  It was my pleasure to eat his ass out after each load
got fucked into him.  Then, I spent the night in his bed, adding my loads
to his ass and eating him out until the sun rose.  I knew what I was doing.

	"Yes," the king sighed, "you do have skills."  He looked down at
me.  "But, will you make me cum just by eating my ass?"

	"If you have the time, I have the tongue," I boasted.  He nodded
and let me resume my lingual stimulation of his asshole.  My tongue was
getting tired after five minutes, but the king was clearly enjoying what I
was doing.

	Suddenly, the king asked, "When was the last time you fucked a
manhole?"

	"Um, more than two months ago, Your majesty," I admitted.

	"Your nuts must hurt a lot by now," he allowed.  "How'd you like to
empty them?"

	"Very much so, Your Majesty."

	"Fuck me, then!" he commanded.

	I rose off my knees, aimed my hard 10" dick toward his very wet
hole and pushed gently.  I nearly fell in.  The king got fucked a lot!
Without a pause, I hit bottom and made my dick jerk inside him.  I pulled
out until only my big, spongy head was still in him.  "I apologize, Your
Majesty, in advance, because I'm sure I'll cum too soon.  You have
incredible ass skills, Sire."

	"You have my permission to cum inside me," he smiled.  "I'm sure
after such a long period of time, you'll have a big load to deliver."  I
nodded and smiled at him.  Resuming my slow fucking motion, I reached up
and massaged his erect nipples.  I didn't even think that I wasn't supposed
to touch the king without his permission.  I guess my brain assumed that if
my hard dick was deep in his ass about ready to pump a giant load into him
that touching him anywhere was going to be okay.  I was right.

	"Oh, yeah, that's good," the king exulted.  "Fuck my ass and breed
me.  I want your cum in me!" he begged.

	I pumped his ass with shorter strokes, hoping that my big dickhead
would rub his prostate and make him cum without touching his dick.  At
least, that part of my boast could be proved, if I could hold out long
enough.  Slowing my pace, I could see that his dick was jerking and leaking
a lot of precum.  I continued in this manner for another few minutes,
gradually increasing the pace until I was pounding his ass.  At this point,
I didn't care if he shot a load.  I needed to breed him hard and deep.  My
nuts pulled up tightly against the base of my long dick.  I could feel the
big head of my dick tingle.  I was reaching my climax.  It would be only
half a dozen more pumps and I'd be breeding the king's ass.

	"Fuck ME!" the king shouted and released a massive shot of cum that
splattered against his face.  Another one quickly followed that sprayed
against his chin.  More followed, coating his shoulders and chest plates.

	I followed quickly with volley after volley of my baby batter
deeply squirted into him like a fire hose.  I felt my nuts kick and dump
more cum into him with my spraying, spasming dick.  The king had been
fucked a lot, but my dick was big enough to feel the tight sides of his
love tunnel and his squeezing ass muscles that paced his own climax.  It
was an amazing, nearly debilitating climax for me.  It felt so good to
finally cum after such a long time.

	I'd lost count of the number of squirts of cum that I'd pumped into
him.  I remember counting seven, but there were more that followed.
Collapsing atop him, I was about to kiss him when I remembered who I was
fucking and pulled back.  The king pulled me down to his face and kissed me
gently.  "You're an amazing man, Mr. Spy," he whispered.

	I jerked away.  "But, I'm not a spy.  I was blown off course," I
protested.

	"And you actually expect me to believe that?"

	"But, it's true!"

	"In your country, are you not a minority and a pariah because
you're gay?"  I nodded.  "So, why are you in their military if you are so
persecuted and looked down upon?"  He kept the pressure on my ass so I
couldn't pull out.  I didn't answer.  "I would offer a position in my
imperial court, but you are an outlander.  No one of that category can
serve that closely to the king."

	I couldn't help it.  I know I looked terrified.  "But, Your
Majesty," I begged, "I'm a simple soldier doing my duty."

	"To a country that persecutes you and is about to put you into an
`undesirables' camp."  I blanched at his knowledge.  "Yes, I have spies,
too," he revealed.  "And they tell me that you can't return.  It would be
the first time any of your spies were repatriated, so they'd assume you'd
been turned and were now a spy for me.  Your chances are zero there."

	"Then, what of me here?" I questioned.

	"We usually execute spies, but I'm making an exception for you,"
the king said.  "But, there will be stipulations."  I was so relieved that
I nearly cried with joy.

	"Um, Your Majesty," I began, "my good friend, Nindor Cordine, was
also captured by your people.  I got a message through his mother that he
is very happy here with his new boyfriend."

	The king smiled.  "I wondered if his coded message reached the
right person.  I see that it did."  I nodded and began to pull away from
the king, but he kept me well seated in his ass.  "The message was so
convoluted that it had to mean something other than what it said in the
clear."

	"So, what did you have in mind for me, then?"

	"I will give you to my most trusted advisor as a gift.  If you
service him well, you will be freed in five years.  At that point, you may
establish any relationship you wish.  Meanwhile, I'll have access to your
considerable skills as I wish them," he said.  "I will summon him straight
away, but we'll need to shower first and have a light lunch.  Would you
like to exercise with me before we do that?"

	"I would be honored, Your Majesty," I beamed, although in the back
of my mind, I wondered what kind of man I'd be "servicing" for the next
five years.  He showed me how to use exercise machines I'd never seen
before.  The machines were a revelation and worked my muscles in ways I
didn't think possible.  Yet, after we'd finished, I felt like I'd had the
best workout ever.

	In the marble shower with gold fixtures, we cleaned up.  "You
know," the king observed, "you have an incredible ass and a really big
dick.  You'd be perfect for my palace guard, if you weren't an outlander."
The king signed.  "But, I will have access to your skills for at least the
next five years."  He patted my ass and stroked my hard dick.  I did the
same for him.  Before I knew it, we were in a hot embrace, kissing like
starving lovers.  "I'm supposed to save my sperm for breeding a young woman
next week to continue the royal line.  But, your ass is so perfect and I'm
very sure I'll have enough cum for her in a week's time that I'm hoping
that you'll allow me to fuck you."

	"I was hoping you would, Your Majesty," I replied.  "I'd be
honored."

	"But, you mustn't tell anyone.  I'm breaking all kinds of protocol
and probably laws," he warned.

	"Understood, Sire."  I bent over in front of him and spread my ass
cheeks.  He turned off the showers and knelt behind me.  His tongue worked
its way inside me.  I moaned loudly.  My ass loved to be eaten out,
especially when it was a prelude to getting fucked by a big dick.  He
licked and sucked on my asshole for several minutes.  I reached between my
legs and gently caressed his hard dick.  The precum flowing from it coated
my fingertips.  Of course, I had to lick them off.  Delicious!

	"I haven't nutted in several days, even though you just made me cum
when you fucked me.  So this will be a short ride," the king admitted, "but
I can assure you that the load will be huge.  All those big, black dicks
have been fucking me every day and loading my ass up for a reason.  The
science isn't there, but it sure does make me wanna fuck and cum with all
that manly juice inside me."

	"I need to get fucked so bad, Sire.  Please fuck me!" I begged.  He
stood behind me and gently pressed his thick dick against my hole.  I
pushed back against him.  With the combination of his tongue and spit and
his prodigious precum, he entered me easily and sank to the base of his
dick in one slow, delightful motion.  "Fuck!  You're so wonderfully big," I
moaned.

	"I was hoping you'd be a good bottom for my kingly dick.  You have
such a perfect body and a round, hard, bubble butt that begs for deep
tonguing and fucking," he whispered.  He held me tightly against him,
making circular motions deep inside me.  "This is too good!" the king
moaned.  "I wanna fuck this perfect ass longer, but I can't hold back," he
croaked out.  With that last pronouncement, he slammed hard against my
muscle butt and began to unload.  I felt jerk after jerk inside me as his
dick fired sprays of nutt quickly into me.  I grabbed his hard ass and held
him tightly against me as his climax reached a peak.  He pulled out and
slammed hard up my hole, pumping out more juice for my hungry ass.  I
needed this hot fuck after such a long spell of no cream in my butt.

	"That's the best fuck I've ever had, Your Majesty!" I praised.  And
what I said was mostly true.  Only one man had been markedly better and
that was my friend, Pronin.  He had darker skin than mine and stood a
little shorter.  His muscles weren't as well developed as mine, but his
monster dick hit me in places I didn't know I had.  And his skills at
fucking me made my head spin and my eyes roll back in my head.  His dick
was longer than mine and thicker.  And his loads were huge, produced by the
biggest bull nuts I'd ever seen on a man.  He was also the best ass eater
I'd ever encountered.  But, he lived in a far neighborhood from where I
lived, so I didn't see him very often.  Besides, he already had a white
boyfriend who secretly kept him.  The boyfriend was high enough up in the
government to be a major problem if their sexual relationship was ever
discovered.  And it would go doubly bad with him as he was getting fucked
often and hard by a black man.  Only when the boyfriend was out of the city
were we able to connect and get some serious fucking done.  He was also
willing to flip-fuck with me.  His boyfriend would never fuck him.
Boyfriend's loss as I saw it.

	But, right now, I had the King of Aldig deep in my ass, draining
the last dribbles of a very big load into me.  I slowly stood up in front
of him, making sure that his dick didn't leave my ass.  I leaned back into
his broad chest and sighed.  He nuzzled my neck and kissed my right ear.  I
turned my head toward him and he kissed me tenderly.  "If only you weren't
an outlander," he said.  "I get a lot of sex being king, but I don't get
sex that includes fucking an incredible ass or eating out a wonderfully
loaded butt like yours.  Nor am I able to kiss the man I love.  A king's
duties forbid it.  I must be above it all," he added petulantly.
"However," he added brightly, "my fourth son shows promise as my successor.
When he reaches the age of 20, he can take over and I can retire.  That
will allow me to do as I please in pursuing a relationship with whom I
choose, male or female."

	"And how old is he now?" I asked.  "And why not your first son,
Sire?"

	The king smiled and kissed me again.  "You don't know our ways, my
wonderful spy.  The sons of the king, of which there must be a minimum of
12, are tested from the time they are curious about sex, approximately age
8.  The tests are designed in such a way as to determine which sons are gay
and which ones aren't.  The older three sons showed a decided preference
for women, which has only grown more pronounced as they aged.  My fourth
son immediately showed interest in men and the sexual acts men can do with
each other.  When he could reach a wet climax, he was granted any sexual
wish he had, as long as it didn't hurt himself or anyone else.  He is now
18 and has been enjoying the sexual prowess of several of my imperial
guards, as a top and a bottom.  When he becomes king in two more years, he
must demonstrate an ability to have sex with women as well and impregnate
them.  After he has sired 12 sons, he may again enjoy any sexual partner he
desires in any fashion.  I have one more son to make before I have my
required 12 sons.  Two of the women I have bedded recently are pregnant
with sons 12 and 13.  But, miscarriages and still births happen, so I'm
required to continue my monthly services of nubile young women."

	"Why 12, Your Majesty?" I wondered.

	"Tradition and law," the king replied.  "Studies have shown that
between 8% and 10% of all males are gay.  Therefore, to be sure I have at
least one gay son, I'm required to have 12 sons, plus whatever daughters
are born."  The king pulled slowly from my ass with a wet plop.

	"And if you don't find a gay son within those 12?"

	The king hesitated for a moment, taking time to eat some of his
load from my ass.  "Then, I keep making babies until I do have one."  He
paused again as he resumed felching my hole for another minute or so.  "My
father was nearly 70 before I was old enough and gay enough to assume the
throne.  I had an older brother who was gay, but he died just as he turned
20.  My father was heartbroken, as the lad was his favorite for many
reasons.  The old king lived only a few months after my ascension.  I
dearly loved the old man and so did the imperial guard.  Even though the
daughters can't succeed to the throne, they are well taken care of and are
allowed to marry whom they wish, including another woman.  Or they may
remain spinsters.  The choice is theirs.

	"And why must the king be gay?" I asked.

	"Gay kings have more sense than the straight ones.  They aren't
swayed by female wiles, but the same can be said of gay kings.  They can
certainly be swayed by a man who hasn't the king's or the kingdom's best
interests at heart.  Thus, the king is NOT allowed to form permanent bonds
with anyone until he has been succeeded by his son.  And it has worked for
over 300 years."

	"And what of the straight sons who are older than the prince who
succeeds?  Don't they want to be king instead?"

	"There have been occasional moves in that direction, but they've
always failed.  The current system works and the King's Council and the
Chamber of Deputies have always turned down such a move.  However, if my
son were to be a particularly bad king, he can be removed by a vote of the
Council and Deputies and the previous king's next gay son will succeed.
However, if the current king has a son who is nearly of age, the Council
has the power to override any decree or decision of the king until that son
turns 20."  The king returned to eating out my ass.  I wasn't about to tell
him we should leave for lunch.  He was already having his lunch in my ass.
"And will you fuck my ass again, Master Spy?"

	I smiled.  There was no point in my repeated denials.  And his ass
was a delight to fuck.  His royal tongue in my asshole had caused my dick
to rise and stiffen.  I was ready to do my duty.  Once more, I knelt behind
him and ate his ass out as good as he had mine.  The taste of my cum and
that of his guards urged me on.  After two months of no sex, I was getting
all I wanted.  My recovery powers were legendary back in my country.  I was
proving them to be equally as good here.  With my dripping dick pressing at
his wet back door, I eased forward.  His hungry ass engulfed me completely.
I hoped that this fuck would take longer than the last one, but it I wasn't
too hopeful.  His bottoming skills were well practiced.

	"I promise to do a better job of holding back this time, Your
Majesty," I said.  "Do you want me to force you to nutt again just by
fucking your hot ass?"

	"I do need to save some cum for next week," he smiled over his
shoulder.  "And I prefer my fuck sessions to be shorter, rather than
longer.  For me, the point is getting cum in my ass, not getting my ass
fucked."

	"As you wish, Sire."  I fucked him as he'd requested, going for my
climax rather than giving him a fuck so good that he'd cum without touching
his dick.  And after I loaded his ass again, I had to eat his hole out,
again.  An ass that nice with that much cum in it needed a warm tongue to
cool it off and take care of the overflow.

	Over lunch, he told me of my new master, the king's commanding
general.  I thought he'd be old, but the king assured me that he wasn't.
The general was a moderately young man, younger than the king, but a
brilliant leader, counsellor, and tactician.  He was also the king's
cousin.  I was assured that his cousin got the commanding general post
through his skills as a military mastermind, not as a relative of the king.
And they'd never had sex, he assured me.

	"In the future," the king said at the end of the meal, "you'll be
required to enter the audience chamber in the same manner you did today.
Only after you have served your five years will you be allowed to enter the
chamber standing.  However, as you may have already surmised, no one enters
the audience room with clothes on, shoes being the exception.

	"What about women?" I wondered.

	"They are not allowed in the presence of the king in the audience
chamber, except for the maidens who will be my bed mates for carrying on
the royal line," he explained.  "Otherwise, they make their petitions in
writing through a male relative or personally in the Chamber of Deputies.
The daughters of the king are an exception, but they also may not be seen
in the audience chamber.  They may see the king in his quarters or in their
quarters.  And I do spend a great deal of time with all my children, being
the father that any father would wish to do for his many children."

	The king dressed more modestly now and sent for a courtier to find
appropriate clothing for me.  His instructions made only vague sense to me,
but as his captive, there was no point in making any suggestions on my new
attire.  A few minutes later, I was dressed in loose, silk trousers, a
shirt of the softest, finest leather I'd ever touched, new soft, but
supportive shoes, and a colorful, leather, "outlander" collar that I was
told I must wear for the next five years.  Other than the collar
designating my status, I was overwhelmed with the king's generosity and
good taste.  I'd never worn such magnificent clothing in my life.

       Checking myself in a full-length, nearby mirror, I noticed that the
crotch of my silk trousers emphasized my large dick.  I thought it would be
more modest to have on underwear, or something to hold myself in.  Just the
thought of how my big dick would reveal itself if I ever got hard in public
made me blush.  I considered making such an observation to the king, but
decided that this country didn't mind seeing a male's genitalia, even
covered.  I wondered also what the women would think, not that I
particularly cared; but it was probably going to be an embarrassment to me
when the inevitable hard-on happened in their company.

	The king sent a messenger to the commanding general's office with
instructions on how to treat me and what my status was.  He also told me
that the general already had a husband, so I wasn't expected to service him
in that way.  However, that was up to the general to decide.  The general
would be allowed to delegate my instruction and training, as well as the
limits of my freedom.  He was not to treat me as a slave, but as a special
status guest of the king.  And the king would occasionally call me back to
the audience chamber to see how I was progressing.  I knew that meant that
was the time the king and I would fuck.  The general could read into that
instruction what he would.  That wasn't my concern.

	Due to my outlander status, I was never to be allowed in any
military facility.  So, my first meeting with the commanding general would
be at the general's home, to which I was escorted by four soldiers.  None
of them showed any interest in me, other than to deliver me as commanded.

       More truthfully, I should have said I was escorted to the commanding
general's estate with a beautiful, spacious palace near the center of his
vast property.  A few guards were in evidence, but knowing the
technological prowess of this country, I was sure that there were intruder
detectors I couldn't see as well as other guards purposefully concealed.

       My new "captors" were not in residence when I arrived.  I was shown
to my rooms by the major domo (whom I'd have called the butler, but he had
considerably more duties than a butler, as I understood the terms).  He
answered several questions about my stay with the general, including meal
times and what to wear.  He surveyed me closely, gauging what my clothing
sizes were.  I noticed that he paid particular attention to my bulging
crotch.  With a knowing smile, he sent a servant out to procure additional
clothing for me.

       When the major domo left, he locked my door.  With a sigh, I turned
and looked over my new accommodations.  I had a spacious bedroom with a
very nice, firm bed, a large bathroom with gold fixtures, a living room,
and a library with shelves and shelves of books.  I pulled a couple of
books off the shelves and glanced at the contents.  As I could read their
language dialect easily, I saw there were a number of history texts, novels
of several genre, religion (a very small section), and a large collection
of what I called "single-handed" reading (with pictures and illustrations
of men having sex with other men to go with the prose).  But, there were
glaring empty spaces of shelving with no books.  I noticed a tag on one of
the shelves that read "technology", while another read "science", and a
third that read "other lands".  They weren't taking any chances that I was
a spy who would communicate back what they knew and we didn't know about
the subjects.  I supposed I'd have done the same in their place.

       I continued exploring the library, getting a sense of the men who
lived here.  The history section was the largest, so I started there,
wondering what those books could tell me about the country and how that
matched with what we knew about them.

       Deeply engrossed in a chapter on their ancient history, I was
interrupted by a deep voice.  "Learning anything?" he said.  I jumped to my
feet, dropping the book I'd held, unsure what to expect from the
stern-looking man who stood before me.


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