The garden of holes

by brazboy   

Arriving at the capital, a young and talented recently recruited civil servant enters the world of high politics, love, and ambitions. Using his magnificent body as well as his mind, he ends up having an experience different from what anyone could have expected, even becoming involved in a plot to steal the throne…

I was a nobody, just the son of a low-ranking bureaucrat who had been smart and lucky enough to be selected to work in the court. I had been prepared for it, but even then, the chances had been so low that my clan celebrated for three nights and three days when the letter came from the capital announcing that I had passed. I remember that after the celebrations, before my untimely departure, my father called me into his small office.

“Son,” he said, “the people in the court are not like you and I. I am sorry that I cannot protect you where you are going, as that is much beyond my sphere of influence, but remember this: their ways are not the same as ours. What is normal amongst us, isn’t normal amongst the nobles, and vice-versa. Submit to their ways and carve a position for yourself there, and then bring your brothers; they will follow your lead. We are all counting on you,” he completed, and I nodded, knowing a big responsibility laid on my shoulders—in a way, he had laid upon me the future of our family.

After saying goodbye to my kin, I left. I met other selected ones in the city and we went together to the capital, in one large caravan. As we had been picked to work for the royal government, they had sent us clothes and carriages which we could use as to “not humiliate the dignity of the king” by parading our own poverty and lowliness. It was amusing to see they had selected, amongst all the lads of our region, those who were stronger, most handsome, and also of better overall physique and skills—amusing as we were all together in our trip, but not surprising, as everyone knew the emissaries of the king were the largest and most imposing men, in all senses.

I suppose you just can’t rule an empire with lowly figures, without the weight of admiration decreasing the use of hard power.

As we traveled through the land we amused ourselves with stories of our families, and practiced rhetoric and debates. When we stopped for the night we practiced fighting, dividing ourselves into groups and wresting on the grass until one mastered the other, and then the winner lay with the loser, being awarded the right to pick his partner for the next session as well the position in which they laid for the night. I must say I won all my practices, and being able to choose my wrestling partner I ended up with the most handsome and delightful of our comrades, although he confided to me that, given the choice, he’d have also preferred to struggle with me and lose 10 times than to defeat another once. I gave him my hole and my cock, and so did he give me his parts, so we became good friends well before we got to the capital, sitting together in the carriages and groping one another at will.

As the days passed, we crossed the mountains and then arrived on the great plains of the Louro River, the grandest and most magnificent valley in our country. Villages dotted the land, and our caravan joined with others coming from provinces as distinct from our own as one could imagine—some lads wore clothes thick as the skin of an elephant, others wore no clothes at all, and those of my region were in the middle, wearing only silks which were pleasant on the skin and showed through our marvelous frame.

As we crossed the royal path, peasants and villagers came to the side of the road to see us, the newly selected, pass neat their towns. They gasped as we passed riding our horses or in the carriages, because we had figures which although not yet fully trained, already contained in themselves the seed of a great royal servant—we were tall, magnificently so, each one taller than 4 meters in total; and our muscles were full, in some cases so much as to make our arms and legs rub as they moved, which could cause some burns in those unlucky fellows, such as myself; not least, our manly members too were well endowed, both front and back, sometimes reaching two or three meters when one of the lads was at full mast. And so it surprised none that as we traveled the lads from the fields would glance at us, watching the permanent boners some lads had as they waved at the rhythm of the carriages; and then stroked their own cocks, watering their crops with their own manly seeds.

As we, lads selected from all sorts of provinces, gathered together besides the road to rest, it was decided amongst us that we should wrestle together in a championship, to already form some sort of hierarchy between ourselves before we arrived at the capital. We took a whole day organizing that, to the chagrin of our bosses, but we told them that this was important and that, indeed, that it was the only way to create order amongst us lads, as otherwise with our cocks and muscles trembling in the carts, we couldn’t easily size up one another, and real fights could break out when lads didn’t know their relative place.

And so we gathered in a big field pointed to us by the villagers, all the three hundred or so of us, and after selecting numbers at random we fought one another in pairs, the winner advancing and the losers going to the sides. The peasants gathered around the field too and rooted for this or that lad whom they liked more—a taller or more handsome one; or one whose fighting style they enjoined. I gathered the favor of the crowd, for example, by jousting my cock against that of my opponent’s member, and then pulling back before thrusting it between his ass cheeks—the folk loved it and rooted for me, which greatly helped when I struggled against some big hunks with amazing bodies. On the other hand, the crowd didn’t like those lads who used their muscles to humiliate their opponents without art, and thus some of the strongest competitors were seen unfavorably, as they grappled or even hurt their rivals, shedding sometimes more blood than cum, which is a horrible thing to do.

After a whole day of competing, I was sworn the winner amongst the selected ones, and the peasants offered me three of their finest lads as servants as a reward, so much did they like my performance in our little competition. I wasn’t rich, neither did I have a powerful backer, nor did I know what life would be like in the capital, so I had to refuse taking people under my care, but—as I didn’t want to be impolite—I did accept the offering of the most handsome of the three lads—he had almost feline features and seemed to want to devour me with his eyes, which he did with his mouth as soon as our games were over and we set up our tents for the night. His name was Felix, and upon hearing that I hoped I could make his life fulfill his name as he was the first person to fall under my responsibility, ever, except for my younger brothers.

The last days of our trip were uneventful.

As I had won our little contest, I had freely exposed to me any mouth or tit or muscle I wanted. I knew this wouldn’t last long, as when we entered the capital we were sure to be sent to different posts and enter new hierarchies, but at least for that week or so, I felt like a petty king of my hunk kingdom. My cock never crossed as many rings, it never drooled on so many handsome faces, nor did my hand ever grope so many pecs or buns as in those days, before or after. I did, however, keep my milk in my balls, saving it for my loyal servant Felix, which seemed otherwise satisfied with biting my male tits, which was nice enough for me as it reminded me of my brotherly duties at home, and having at least one mouth nibbling my nipples meant that my milk continued to flow more than that of the other lads, who forgot about their families.

As we arrived in the capital, we were presented to the leaders of several different departments in order to be recruited by them. Some of us who had good family connections already had sponsors waiting for them, and so they were quickly picked up by their respective departments. The others of us who weren’t as lucky were carefully investigated by the recruiters, who interviewed us about our histories, our knowledge, our aspirations, and, of course, dutifully inspected our bodies to make sure we were the best fitting for their departments—muscles, cock, brains, it was all taken into consideration there.

As a big sturdy and massively well-endowed man, one whose fame preceded him after the achievements I had in our travel to the capital, I had attracted the eye of different departments, four of which investigated my mouth and wet muscular tongue, my massively thick and powerful arms, as well as my ass and its pink gate and my manly organs. Both the House of Disputes, the House of Processes, the House of Abundance, and the House of Pleasures wanted to recruit me, leaving me with the privilege of choice.

“In the House of Disputes you will use your muscles, recruit; you will come with us to the provinces and defend the people with your sturdy frame, your immense body acting like a shield and sword to the kingdom. You will slay its enemies with your arms, crush them with your hands, and climb the positions of power to the top, laying with any man or woman you desire away from the prying eyes of the capital; we can even post you close to your family, so you can satisfy their needs much more easily than you would, otherwise,” said the burliest of the generals, the largest and broadest of the four men around me, as his hands rubbed my massively thick arms up and down with such strength that it almost hurt me, before derisive laughter interrupted him.

“And why would he want to go to the countryside, to waste his talents submitting the barbarians, when he can live in the center of the world, helping rule the empire, his handsome ass resting as it should on a seat, his magnificent cock slapping a servant’s face like a whip, as his mouth sends away the orders and his eyes read the documents whose words will be written upon the land by your lowly army?” said the leading bureaucrat, his hand massaging my buns and groping them as he looked at me in the eyes. His face was most handsome, and despite all the bureaucratic work it was clear that he was no slacker, as his perfect clothes were obviously strained by thick muscles. “No, the House of Processes is where you want to be, lad; the true heart of the kingdom! We are the place for an ambitious man to go and climb to the peak without limitations, using only his talents!” he went on, now talking to me and making me blush as I thought of the comfortable life of a bureaucrat like himself.

It was what I had always imagined I would have wanted, before.

“Heart of the kingdom?! Ha! The House of Processes is nothing but a glorified post office, with your members sitting in petty thrones as they are pleasured by their assistants, reading letters and then sending them, distant from real life!” said another tanned official, this one handsome and tall, with long dirty-blond curly hair, his green eyes regarding me while his hands now massaged my pecs and pinched my thick nipples after having crossed under my silks. “In fact, it is the House of Abundance that truly runs the country, sending and controlling supplies, the farmland, and the economy. What is the army or the bureaucracy without us? Arms without a stomach, brains without a mouth! We are like the proud teats of an older brother from which all younger ones suckle, and that is why you would fit well with us, recruit. The muscles to work and travel the land, the teats that command obedience and supply with abundant milk, the mouth that rules and eats, the ass that seats and controls, the cock that rules and slaps—you have it all, we would make full use of your body as well as of your mind, and with us you’d have access to all the resources you could desire!” completed the wonderfully masterful officer, as he smirked towards me, my cock rising a little as I imagined the prospects of joining his department.

It would indeed be lovely to work in the House of Abundance, and strategical—I could easily hire people from my clan to work for us, and create a wide net of clients. I could enrich myself and my parents, as well as quickly bring my brothers to the capital. I would be the teat that gives and the mouth who sucks, as I should… and so I moaned, because the officers of the House of Abundance always had good lives and were highly respected.

And then the last one of these four massive muscular men laughed out loud. He was the most handsome of all, perfectly proportionate in his massive frame, which was barely covered by beautifully crafted silks. His face was so beautiful that it, alongside the rest of his body, made all men moan and drool from their rods, which rose to attention like a soldier at the army near an officer as he passed. He glanced at me and grabbed my cock, which he then stroked up and down, making me moan.

“If you want to fight as the muscle stud you are, by all means follow the House of Disputes; if you want to have your commands and orders to reach the whole land, by all means, follow the House of Processes; if you want to have your teats suckled from and help provide your kingdom, while your mouth feed from its bounty in exchange, by all means, follow the House of Abundance. But if you want to follow the true path of power in this city, hearing from everyone, doing anything, using all your wonderful talents, especially this fattest one…,” said the master as his hand squeezes my cock deliciously, and I moan, “…then you have to join the House of Pleasures. Your talents, like your manly member, point towards us. Arms, buns, pecs, all you will also use with us. But only we have the ears of all nobles, and walk into all rooms at any time—enforcing, commanding, procuring? All that is nothing next to us. Mine is the true route to power, lad, and I’m revealing it to you because I see in your eyes that you are like me, hungry for it,” he said, and I moaned as he stroked my cock up and down, and I was groped and massaged in my ass by the chief bureaucrat, and my pecs were squeezed and pinched by the officer, and my muscular arms were kissed and rubbed by the general.

I was panting, close to achieving and showing them my ejaculation, when I nodded deliciously licking my own lips. The other lads were leaving to their new departments while I was here, yet undecided. I blushed with all this attention as my balls went up and down, staying between my legs, since I was being jacked off in public like this. Then—surprisingly to all—horns sounded, and the presence of the prince was announced, making heads turn and mouths gasp.

His royal highness came from the palace wearing a cape, riding a four-horse-chariot, since he was too thick, too muscular, and too large to ride one horse alone. Other than his cape, his massive body was shirtless, exposing his delightful muscles, and his immense limbs, all of which were so thick they rubbed against each other even while resting. The amazing form of the prince was all revealed to us without shame, except for his manliest member—that one was tightly hidden under a massive pouch alongside his balls, between his massive legs. He rode his chariot from the gates of the palace until he was nearby to us recruits, and raised one massively thick person-sized arm up, with some effort, attracting everyone’s attention to his massive muscles and the immense pit between his torso and his biceps, which was full of beautiful princely hair.

“Recruits, welcome to our capital. I, the first and eldest prince, come here with the blessing of my father to welcome and appreciate you. I hope you are well treated, and in return serve me and my father well. Listen to your seniors, and to your own bodies. I know it is in your nature to excel, that is why you are here!” said the hunk, with the golden crown upon his hair and many gold ornaments around his arms, torso, legs, neck, and even his thick teats. He was the image of a living god, and just seeing him made my hard cock throb and slap my chest, under which my confused heart beat uncontrollably.

As I saw his highness moving, dominating the crowd, looking down so wonderfully over all of us like that, while I was being groped and jacked off more and more harshly, I bit my lips to contain a moan, but my balls finally couldn’t contain their trembling and pumping. To my embarrassment, my milk traveled up my rod and exploded, flying from my slit towards the world, covering the general, the officer, the bureaucrat, and the master with thick and warm jets of my cum, which also splashed other recruits and even the horses of the prince. The officers touching me seemed impressed at my endless juices, as liters of orgasmic male spunk covered them, and even the prince seemed to glance at me with raised eyebrows, perhaps surprised by my abundance.

As my orgasm abated, I fell to the ground on my knees, panting, exhausted. My limp member drooled and fell on my shoulders, covering my back now in my leftover milk, as the rest of my body trembled and flexed in shock at the depth of my coming.

“The House of Pleasures… I shall join the House of Pleasures,” I say, and the lords who had tried to convince me looked down at my lowly trembling self not with so much surprise, as perhaps with some hidden approval.

I was given a room, a beautifully decorated and large room inside the royal palace, as well as a wage and three assistants, which joined Felix in taking care of me. The assistants would help me dress, as well as clean my body, serve me food, and also help me with work by delivering messages and the like. I had been allowed to select them, and so I, remembering my hometown, sent a list of three strong and handsome lads from my village to be procured and brought to me as soon as possible, which was quickly done and the results of which pleased themselves, me and their families immensely.

Soon, I was working. The House of Pleasures was not all about delights, after all. We controlled the royal court, assigning helpers, procuring personnel, and mobilizing resources to attend to the elite of the kingdom’s every need—including purchasing food, procuring services, and also luxury services. That meant that we had the reach of the House of Processes and the access of the House of Abundance, but used both more easily and with less scrutiny as our clients were also more important and the information was considered more sensitive. It was impossible, thus, not to enrich oneself and garner political power as one climbed the steps of the House of Pleasures, as the nobles wanted your favors, and so did the traders, the artisans, the peasants, and even the royal family itself.

I admit, I too took advantage of this system. In exchange for buying this rather than that jewel for the court I sent people of my clan to work here and there. When a nobleman wanted his furniture changed in his apartment at the royal palace, for example, I had it done quickly and efficiently—and of course, disposed of the old furniture with some business partners that paid me a small and unimportant commission. And what about when someone of the other Houses wanted a favor—to have their names whispered in the ears of a noble, perhaps for permission? Then I told them that, coincidentally, I had a brother or a cousin in need of a job as well, a need which usually didn’t last long after that, as normally an invitation was soon extended to my siblings to come work under so and so, in such and such conditions.

Besides this daily work of a courtesan, I also practiced the arts of pleasing—conversational and physical. As a high member of the House of Pleasure, it was my fate to soon be assigned to serve a high nobleman, fully, which meant not only watching his needs more closely than others in access to goods and services, but also serving his body with mine, or, if needed be, with those of others I would procure using the resources made available to me by them. I needed the noble chosen for me—or the noble that chose me—would make a big difference in my future career, so I tried to look as handsome and delicious as I walked in the hallways as I was being trained.

And this because, for the first few months I only trained and met people. I worked in enlarging my body and practicing my skills, in showing myself off so the noblemen would compete for me. I heard once from my seniors that my plan was working, and that I was very disputed amongst the pleasure-less nobles—I’d get at least a Count, maybe a Marquis, they would tell me. That, of course, if our officer said I was good enough to serve a nobleman after a thorough test.

“In this task we accept no flaws, young sir. For if when getting food or clothes for a noble, or a horse for his riding, you don’t need to please them perfectly as their needs are volatile and their desires shifting, when it comes to the direct relationship with them, total delight is the bar to cross,” said the man to me, walking around my naked self while wearing loose clothes which hid his glorious mass of muscles and sexual parts. He was one of the highest-ranking officers of the House of Pleasures and it showed—he had a wonderful face, mature and handsome, and I imagine his glorious body under that fabric was the same.

“I understand, sir, I will show you what I can do,” I responded back, and he snarled with his tongue.

“I will be the judge of that… here!” he said, and then lifted a curtain and in front of me I have a massive line of muscular hunks strapped to tables, their legs and arms both tied down and spread as their holes were revealed and oiled, their mouths gagged and their cocks drooling wet. Of the eight hunks in front of me, four were tied with their backs down, and four with their bellies down, and all seemed helpless, moaning and drooling around their mouth gags.

Seeing them, my member trembled—they were hot, and were served to me like food, ready for my taking. However, I controlled myself and turned to the mature officer applying the test to me.

“What… who are those?” I ask in shock as those eight men were no ordinary people—as their massive muscle frames revealed, they were members of the elite of this country. The officer slapped my head, as I ogled their handsomeness.

“Let me speak!” he shouted, and I rubbed my red cheeks as I looked down to the more than half a dozen asses spread out in front of me, making my cock tremble and harden further. “These are military recruits, some three or four years your senior, that the House of Dispute provides us to judge our members. I want to see you please all of them, in a suitable time, using any techniques and parts of your body you can think of. You just can’t use the same techniques twice, I want to see the range of your abilities and skills…,” reveals the older lord, as I nod up and down.

“I understand,” I replied, and he nodded, before slapping the buns of one of the tied-up hunks.

“Commence!” said the officer, and I ran forward to please all their eight fantastic forms. The first, I made ejaculate by jacking his immense rod with my arms; the second, by gagging on his gigantic cock with my mouth and throat; the third by fucking his hole with my wet manhood; the fourth by fucking his mouth while sucking his rod; the fifth by sitting on his face and suffocating him with my buns while beating and licking his dick; the sixth by eating his ass with my magnificently large wet tongue while pinching his tits; the seventh by mounting him and frotting together as we kiss, our massive bodies smashed together and our rods humping each other’s frame; and the last by slapping his buns with my cock, before fingering his slit and sucking on his tits. Finally, all young stallion cocks but mine had busted in less than two hours, and we were all covered in male juices, which flowed so abundantly that a true lake had formed on the floor around us.

“Amazing!” said the officer as he took notes, watching me from a distance. His own rod was hard and poking out of his skirt while drooling hard, adding to the manly and sticky lake, as I smirked at him.

“Do you want help as well, sir? My hole remains untouched,” I provoked him, smirking as he laughed, but I heard a slow applause from the tribunes, which were supposed to be empty. Quickly, I glance back and gasp in shock to see the figure of the handsome prince—his massive tits were exposed, and drooled milk slowly like they hadn’t been milked as often as they should have. Partly hidden by the other rows of seats in front of him, the princely organs seemed to tremble and ooze, but that was not a certainty to me at the time.

“No, noble hunk, do not violate that talented hole yet, but use it to serve me. I have heard a lot about your talents, both in pleasuring and also in politics. You have been casting a net that is reaching wide at court and out of it, despite your short time in the capital and the limited resources of your family… I have been wanting to meet you, noble hunk, and I’m sorry to do it in this way, but I thought it would be the least likely one to attract suspicion from my enemies,” said the prince with his deep velvety voice, making my eyes gape, if not also my rear hole.

After my test, the prince called me to his chambers, and so I was cleaned and oiled by my assistants, as well as perfumed and beautifully pampered. Felix noted to me I seemed happier than usual, and that as he scrubbed my massive pecs, it seemed that my heart was rushing.

“I can’t tell you about it yet, loyal Felix, but it has to do with my exam,” I responded, as Felix started oiling the underside of my pecs, pushing his hands under my muscles and groping me as I moaned.

“Have you not passed yet, sir? Is this nervousness? Do you need to spill your seed or your milk?” asked my servant, but I shook my head.

“No, I have passed and… I think I’ll be needing those. If what I am hoping for ends up happening, soon my younger brothers will join us here and I’ll miss the days when my pecs felt heavy and full!” I responded and Felix laughed. Soon, all my thick muscles as well as my cock were glistening, and I felt ready to depart. Before arriving at the princely quarters, however, as I walked and my rod bobbed up and down with the swaying of my hips, one of my mentors came to give me advice.

“Be aware, young one,” he said, as he grabbed a cockring and pushed it down my manhood, helping me prepare, “that the prestige associated with serving a member of the royal family doesn’t come for free. There are many eyes watching the hole that takes a princely cock, and many hands will try to cut a cock that penetrates the hole of an heir. Do not be naïve about your situation, or his, or you might not survive in this city as long as you had planned,” he told me before taking a blob of my pre with his finger and tasting it between his lips. “No matter how tasty you might be,” he completed and left.

I nodded and thanked him for the advice but, alas, I might have been a country boy, but never was I naïve. I had carved my way to this place since the beginning, and didn’t intend to fall now, no matter how big the trap may be, or how hot, or how thick its arms were, or how gigantic its cock was… you know what I mean. And so, I walked to the princely chambers by myself, letting the nobles watch as I passed by them and whisper about my fate. Arriving there, I was announced by his highness’ men as I crossed the double door which was so broad that even his regal body could easily cross. And then my eyes fell on him, the massive prince, sitting on a throne and eating grapes, fed by a court lad, enveloping the fruits with his thick lips before swallowing and chewing them, his handsome face almost locked by his muscles, a face so perfect it crowned his magnificent and godly princely body, including his cock which laid on a separate table ornated with fabrics, and his balls which were big and oval and rested on expensive pillows.

Seeing all that, at once I gasped and knelt.

“I am here to serve, your highness. Thank you for selecting me,” I announced very clearly, and my nakedness seemed to make the princely prick tremble, as the royal waved the lad and his guards out of his bedchamber. The prince then stood up, his massive muscular body struggling to move due to the thickness of his size, but also doing so amazingly naturally as he came to grab my shoulders and pull me up.

As he did it, he pulled his balls which moved and fell slightly on their pillows, making him moan.

“I have been watching you, and I am glad to have been able to claim your talents before my enemies have,” he said, and I gasped without air, not so much because the prince was touching me, but because he was even taller and wider in muscle than I was in an overwhelming way which made my heart jump up and down without control. That and because, at the top of his muscle frame, his face was breathtaking, and I couldn’t help but stare at it.

“And how should I serve your highness?” I asked, and he laughed, turning around and wobbling towards his massive bed, before sitting there with his perfect ass cheeks, which he had just swayed towards me as he moved. He patted a space next to him, and I moved that way, before sitting next to his muscular frame.

“Look at my chamber… gold, marble, ivory, the best wood and fabric. A richly decorated prison, but a prison nonetheless,” he said, and rested his one of his massive overly thick hands on my tits. “The best and most pleasant wardens, but wardens still,” he said, glancing at me. I shake my head.

“I serve none but your highness,” I respond, frowning, and he nods.

“As of now, yes, because you are new, but that is not true of most,” he responded, and then pointed at the door. “I have my allies, don’t misunderstand me. I am the heir to the throne… but the Grand Duke and his son have alienated my father since he became immobile, keeping him in a palace in the country without contact with anyone, and have since dominated the court using ‘notices’ from him as if they were law. These traitors have also arrested my brothers, claiming to do it under my father’s orders and for their own security, but keeping them in a proper prison and away from their elder’s tits!” said the heir to the throne, the anger apparent in his face but making it no less lovely. In fact, the power he and his muscles exuded in that tone had made my cock lengthen and tremble, now rubbing on his, which we both pretended to ignore despite my rushing heart.

“I… I see, what a terrible sin,” I commented, at the same time honestly feeling a bit offended about the part involving separating brothers. Sometimes people had no say in that and, although it was a bit taboo, it could be for the best in some situations. The prince stared at me, sensing my reaction, and pushed his gigantic hand down to my leg, squeezing my thigh.

“I don’t judge a sibling who denies his brothers his milk in search of better opportunities for his family; but separating a lad from his elder, or from his younger, for no reason other to stunt their growth and to brew rivalry and hate where there’s harmony and love, that is crime against nature,” proclaimed the prince, while I bit my lips and responded.

“I agree, your highness,” I uttered, half feeling guilty and half because our arms and our cocks are both touching, making me blush. Unaware of that second thought crossing my mind, the noble hunk sighed.

“And worse,” he said, more slowly now, “the only reason they couldn’t do it to me was because I am the heir, and so they concocted another plan…,” he continued, and I gasped. I had known something had been going on at the highest level—the corridors whispered, and it was clear everyone knew ‘something big was happening’, but most mouths weren’t clear about what it was to an outsider like me. Regardless, even in my wildest nightmares I could never imagine anything like this—a struggle between two of the oldest families and most powerful clans in the kingdom, both sporting a long history of immensely long cocks, the royal family sometimes ahead by only a few centimeters.

“This is dangerous, your highness,” I whispered, feeling somewhat overwhelmed, and he nodded, barely moving his muscle-locked face.

“Indeed, and whatever means they used to overgrow my father’s body, I fear they are using with me and my brothers as well. The royal family has always been massively muscular and tall, above the average even of the nobles, but it wasn’t something that impeded our movement… we always grew proportionately, until a few years ago,” he continued, and I nodded as his hand massaged my pecs, and made my cock start to tremble and harden, rubbing against his. He grabbed my arm with his other hand and put it on his massive chest too. “I can’t honestly say that I hate it, but it makes us vulnerable. It means that choosing who to trust is even more important than before to us,” completed the prince, and I nodded slightly as I groped his massive chest, which started drooling its princely milk. I moaned, looking up at him and he nodded, allowing me to lick the liquid running down his pecs.

He moaned as my tongue swirled around his nipple and then my lips suckled from it, feeling clear relief as his massive pecs were clearly close to bursting with male juices.

“Both drinking tit milk and being suckled helps the body regulate growth…” I advised the prince. “Maybe that is also a part of their plan,” I suggested, and the handsome prince moaned and sighed at once, before grunting as his rod trembled just from my action on his pecs—that’s how sensitive and needy he was.

“Perhaps but…hmmm, yea, drink it all…,” he started and then grunted before returning to the point. “I do think, however, there is more to it than that. But that is also why I need your help draining my milk. I need to know the princely juices aren’t used for shadowy purposes, as much as I need your assistance on other realms,” he moaned and then flexed his massive pecs making a stream of milk flow into my mouth as another jet shot from his other nipple and drooled down his muscles.

“Hmmmhmmm,” I moaned, suckling, before pulling my lips from his massive nipple for one second. “But what about your fiancé, your highness…,” I added between slurps/

He laughed, more milk drooling out of his nipples into my lips and even overflowing on my chin and chest, as his princely muscles contract and flex. In fact, I was drinking so much my abs were starting to disappear into a bit of a belly.

“He… he is exactly my enemy. The son of the one who is stealing my family and trying to take over the whole kingdom. The leader of our army, perhaps you have seen him before wobbling around in front of the knights…” started the prince, but as I suckled from his nipple he moaned, and so I gasped and interrupted him.

“The son of the Grand Duke!” I exclaimed, and he nodded.

The Marquis of Alencentro—official title of the son of the Grand Duke—walked through the hallways of the royal palace with his massively muscular body casting an ample shadow upon his servants, two of whom walked ahead of him lifting his manly length and two of whom walked behind him, carrying his manly orbs, while a fifth lad walked on his knees ahead of the noble hunk, carrying a golden bowl into which the noble’s glistening ever-running pre drooled. Eventually, the second highest ranking hunk of his generation stopped in front of a massive golden window that looked outside—there, the handsome hunk could see the palace gardens where the nobles walked, the walls of the Garden of Holes where the younger princes were arrested, and the city in the distance, and all around him, the rest of the country.

Laying eyes upon it all, he smirked, as his rod started drooling more pre.

“All I can see will soon be mine. My father is the rightful ruler of the land—his rod is larger than that of the king, but the former king never allowed them to measure it officially. I, too, am larger than all the other younger princes, so why should it be different with the eldest one…? And if I have the size, why shouldn’t I have the crown?” he thought as he looked down on the land that he was supposed to inherit, his ducal dick trembling and engorging, rising as the cum-bowl lad had to start lifting his utensil to continue collecting the running liquids.

The Marquis smirked, lost in thoughts, unaware even that his foreskin was pulling down as his glans popped out with his rising rod.

“The prince will marry me, and I’ll compare our cocks. Once I do show the nobles that I’m larger, I’ll take his hole around me, and then I’ll get the army under my balls, and, naturally, the allegiance of the major houses will follow! No doubt they remember the old tradition—a king rules from the tip of one’s cock. They’ll follow the longest lad,” he continued thinking, but by then his ducal dick hardened enough to bob up and down, and slap his noble masculine overly muscular body, splashing pre everywhere as the cum-bowl lad panicked—and the Marquis smirked.

“Wait for it, my prince… this rod will slide through your muscle ring and make it my crown,” finally said the Grand Duke’s son, making his servants tremble in fear of the implications of such words, before he slapped his hands together. “Bring me a hole! Now!” shouted the high-ranking man, as the carriers of his cock—now without activity as the ducal dick rose itself—ran to the House of Pleasure to find a suitable lad for their master.

The lad whom they found was of name Joy. He was muscular and tall, and although he had a minuscule worm instead of a snake between his legs, behind it his glutes were one of the most marvelous one could find in the central valley. Barely glancing at the handsome stud, the Grand Duke’s son simply grabbed him by the legs, lifting him upside down before spreading his legs with amazing speed. Then, in a single second, the Marquis pointed his rod at the hole between Joy’s delicious buns, and then thrust his muscle body forwards, forcing the noble cockhead to cross into the stud, stretching him completely as he drooled and shouted up until his throat was bulging from the rear, and then his jaw was forced open by a cock sliding into it from behind.

All the onlookers gasped as they saw the Marquis’ manhood impale handsome Joy. His noble hand then lowered the servant further, and as he thrusts his hips forwards the hunkish noble made his whole cockhead pop on the other side of Joy’s wonderfully trained body, which now served as a glorified human cocksleeve. The son of the Grand Duke moaned feverishly, as his body sweated profusely, as his glans met the cold air after having traversed Joy’s welcoming and warm body. Even in that state, Joy’s well-trained muscles and limbs trembled to better serve his master.

“Hmmm, fucking good one… it’s not many of them who can be crossed from one end to the other like this… fuck…ohhh nice… he is orgasming and his muscles erratically massage my rod… uhhhhmmmm… give him my regards when he wakes up!” moans the Grande Duck, as Joy’s little cock trembles and ejaculates towards the window, with fifteen tiny jets of cum barely reaching the wall, but his magnificent buns and his whole body trembling and milking the nobleman’s shaft until he too ejaculated.

The Marquis’ noble rod orgasmed nothing like Joy’s—his more than twenty jets of warm seed were abundant and explosive, falling so far in the distance that they showered the garden with seeds, and reached indeed far enough to cover the lime trees in sticky male juices, to the surprise of passersby below. The gigantic noble orgasm was earth-shattering for drooling Joy as well, because as the rod that impaled him trembled and shoot out seed, his overstretched insides could feel every push of liquids though the long and inviting urethra running inside him.

As soon as the Grand Duke’s son was satisfied with his orgasm, he quickly pulled Joy out of his dick and threw his trembling, overstretched and post-orgasmic body on the ground, to be helped by his assistants. His own ducal dick bobbed up and down, drooling as it softened, until the nobleman grabbed it himself and started to lick it clean with his lips, his tongue slurping his own seed which drooled down his amazing muscles, making the silks he had around his chest stick to him.

“Save him for me, I will use him again later,” said the Grand Duke’s son before walking away, his beautiful ass waving up and down with each step, tight as ever, but perhaps, just perhaps, feeling a bit more empty than usual.

The youngest prince, age only 19, was lying with his gigantic body in a beautiful and well-kept grass field, as a butterfly came and landed on his right, caged nipple. He smiled, feeling its minuscule weight, but unable to see it as his tits were so gigantic that with his head looking at the sky his gigantic pecs and all the rest of his body couldn’t really fit in his field of vision.

“I wonder what elder brother is doing,” he thought to himself, lost in boredom, stuck in this gilded prison, as his cock trembled and drools its juices on the grass, as much as his overly full chest drooled milk on his muscles. A gust of wind brings in the smell of pre and delicious sex, and the teen prince moaned, as the butterfly flitted away from his muscles, leaving his caged nipples drooling alone once again.

“Hmhmm, despicable smell,” he mumbled to himself as his rod lengthened, and the growing muscular prince turned around, now laying over his massive cock, which rested under the weight of his sturdy princely body. As he sat above his masculine organs so that he can hug his cock and have his massive balls behind him, his princely legs spread above his balls, revealing his teen hole in between his muscular buns. “I shall not fuck the walls of this prison,” he thought to himself, before starting to massage and hump his cock against the grass, producing an amazing quantity of pre which drooled down the field like a warm steam as the teen approached his desired relieve.

But suddenly a bell rang and the horny masturbating prince sat up, all his massive muscles throbbing as he moved his gigantic frame, biting his lips. “Food is here,” he thought, and then leapt his gigantic overly muscular frame, dragging his princely hardness trembling upwards as it oozed its noble pre which flew everywhere in thick blobs of male warmness. His princely muscles were so thick that the teen wobbled on his way downhill, towards where the servants had laid a massive table full of wonderfully varied food for him and his middle brother.

“At least they don’t starve us,” said the second prince, who was already next to the table, sitting on his sturdy ass, as his soft rod was hanging over his shoulder and drooling his liquids down his back. The large and richly served table in front of the hunks was filled not only with colorful dishes, but also with muscular servants to please the princes—some of the dishes were served atop a servant’s muscular abs, others, spread over a servant’s thick pecs. The youngest prince’s favorite dishes, though, were the one stuffed inside a servant’s anus, which he ate with his massively strong and fat tongue; or the ones presented around their servile rods, which he engulfed in one suck, before swallowing the meal with freshly oozed male cream.

“Yes… older brother, but you don’t seem to enjoy it,” said the youngest prince, before he spreads a servant’s legs to access the delicious dish spread over his cock, and then eating it with one swift motion, effectively sucking the man while swallowing the food around his rod. Making sure the food came in contact with human skin was key for the princes to know it wasn’t poisoned, considering their being arrested.

“This is a beautiful prison, but a prison nonetheless. All his holes they put on the walls, the sturdiest and nicest human rears they expose to us, are attempts to diverge our attention. You know these are all guards… their torsos are hidden inside the walls, with only their bottoms outside, so we can play with them… to keep our focus away from fleeing. By exposing their holes to us, they are guarding us too,” said the 21-year-old middle brother, before he stroked a servant’s cock and uses his other hand to finger food out of a servant’s stuffed ass, before licking his hand and feeding himself.

“What you say is true, older brother, but what can we do? We have to wait for elder brother to rescue us, and in the meanwhile fucking is the best so we don’t lose our minds,” said the youngest sibling, and his brother shrugs.

“Well, it’s better that we fuck each other, then, than giving our rods away to those traitors,” he said, and the youngest brother nodded, between blowing a servant and licking food off of another one’s pecs.

“Yea, I prefer that too… look, elder brother’s message,” said the smaller but still obscenely large prince, moving to grab a pigeon that had flown and landed on his older sibling’s massive pecs, and then unwrapping the first prince’s text. It read as follows:

“Worry no longer, brothers. I have found an ally and soon you two will be out of your current predicament. Eat and work out as much as possible, as I want you two to be healthy at my wedding.”

After the youngest brother read it out loud the pigeon flew away, leaving him confused, and his middle brother annoyed. The oldest and biggest of the two sighed and lifted his massively muscular arms to the sky.

“What does he mean?! He will marry the Grand Duke’s son, now? Is he giving up?! How will that free us?!” he shouted angrily, making many birds who were resting in the fruitful trees in the garden fly away scared of his deep princely voice. As his body moved, immense and heavy and powerful, his rod fell from his shoulders on the ground, which seemed to shake itself with the heaviness of the obscene thud. By contrast, the youngest prince bit his lips before swallowing the message with his food, so it would be lost forever.

“I don’t know, but I trust elder brother… We better continue our workout routine; we don’t want our muscles to embarrass him when we are out again,” he proclaimed, and started eating up again, as if that settled the matter. Thoughtfully, the second prince nodded in agreement.

“Yea, of course… we need to have the power to support him. I doubt that our enemies will disappear even when we are released,” sighed the older of the two, before swallowing several liters of the drinks the servants had put on their table. The youngest of the two princes shrugged.

“If only they hadn’t caged our nipples, then we could at least feed one another,” he ponders, not being able to avoid pouting. His older brother shrugs, between grabbing and eating more food off the servants’ bodies.

“That is a given, though, they want to control our growth, limit it, to weaken us. But we can lick our milk from each other’s muscles, and… well, we can at least fuck each other, right? They didn’t tap our rear holes,” observed the older and bigger of the two, before his younger brother lowered his head to be able to lick his abs, which accumulated the drooling juice that he couldn’t suckle directly from his brother’s massive teats.

“Imagine that! The audacity! Tapping the holes of princes! They wouldn’t dare!” responded the teen as he gasped, the working of his tongue on his brother’s abs and navel getting the second prince’s massive manhood harder. To control it, the third prince decided to lay his ass upon his brother’s manly member, pushing it therefore down to the ground, as his buns squeezed its shaft deliciously, so his face could access his brother’s torso without impediment.

“Hmmmhmm, but alas, younger brother, they are traitors. Who knows what they would date do?” responds a humming second prince, as his massively thick arms embrace his younger brother’s lower end, groping and massaging his ass and then spreading those buns, as his teen crack rubbed upon the older lad’s hot, trembling shaft.

“I guess… but I know… hmmmm, what I want to do,” responded the third prince, grunting as his gaping teen crack rubbed on his brother’s gigantic rod, and slowly raising his mouth as he kissed and worshipped the middle prince’s delicious muscles, until their lips touched in a fraternal kiss, and both their cocks throbbed mightily and superbly, drooling juices which flew on the food and all around, generating noises that scared away the birds and animals and even the mighty guards.

After the noble hunks fell down in a kiss, they started rubbing their bodies together. As per usual, that evolved into a long afternoon of brotherly fucking on the grass, their amazing orgasms flowing down the hill and flooding their cum lake which accumulated in the lowest level of the Garden. Only at sunset did the lads go to workout with the trees and stone boulders, training their massively thick muscles and drenching themselves in sweat, before taking a deep into the pool formed by the river which crossed the walled garden. Only after cleaning themselves did the brothers return to the massive table for dinner.

Since I started serving the prince, my days changed completely. Now instead of sleeping in my room, I slept with his highness on his magnificent bed, either impaled by his rod or with mine surrounded by his noble muscles. I fed on his tits during the night, and let him bite mine at will as well, which made my nipples more engorged and sensitive, as well as increased my drooling lactation from them. If in the first days I served the prince only a night a week, soon I was called every other night, and then every night, and then night and day, until I was with him during almost every waking hour, tending to his well-being and pleasure.

Even during his meetings with nobles or allies, he’d call me in to massage his body—grope his massively thick legs, squeeze immense boulder-like pecs, rub his deliciously deep abs, I did it all. When my attentions awakened his cock, which was often, I send the cumlads away, and swallowed his manhood with my lips, making sure not even a drop of pre would be wasted. And I did so while hearing it all, and hearing it—I quickly noticed—was one of the reasons the prince had me around himself so often—he was informing me, giving me access, training, contacts. Helping me to help him. That we enjoyed each other’s presence and touch was, sometimes, just a plus; I could serve him better, beyond his body, by being in the know.

“I am sorry for taking so much of your attention, hot one, but you are one of the few men I can truly trust in the palace, and I need a reason to avoid my fiancé coming to my bedchambers,” explained away the prince, not that I demanded him to. Regardless, however, the rumors ran around the court like wildfire, that I was a concubine and no longer a servant, that the king was enchanted by my face and muscles, that he could not ignore my manly parts. These rumors I knew not to be true, but the evil tongues were sharper than the kind ones.

“Who cares about those words? I would love to have a place at prince’s heart, but I know better than they do, my loyalty and usefulness is all he values,” I’d tell myself in the moments I was alone, trying to push away the useless feelings I was developing. Feelings that my bosses in the House of Pleasures said I should avoid at all costs as the culture of the noblemen wasn’t like ours, and what seemed like love could be only a yearning for being close and open to another male, due to how harsh their world was. We as civil servants were people who looked like them, body-wise, and could sometimes pass as their equals, but who were socially low enough on the ladder that we could be played with without any consequence, used like a piece in a game until we bored our lords or became too tiresome for them. We shouldn’t mistake that for anything other than what it was—not love, just them trying to fill their emptiness with a talking toy.

Or so I was told.

But the prince told me to eat his hole, and then kiss his mouth with my tongue. He complimented not only my frame, but my words, my mind and personality. I blushed, and sometimes caught him blushing too, when I complimented his magnificent self, or some of his actions. I tried to protect myself from useless illusions, but my heart did flutter. He was even kind to me when he needn’t be, going out of his way to get me jewelry or to send a letter of recommendation for one of the younger siblings to advance in his career, which was much too petty for his broad princely hands to do, but he did it regardless, and without me even having to ask.

“Do you think love is possible between enemies, delicious one?” he asked me, kissing my cheeks. “And between men of different rank?” he completed, after a long session of massage and fuckery. I frowned, thinking about the context of his question—his current struggle with the Marquis, no doubt.

“I don’t know, your highness. Between enemies, perhaps, if one side has a change of heart, there can be love, even if misguided. Between people of disparate ranks, though… I don’t know. It depends on how different the ranks are, primarily. If the discrepancy is too great… well, then love is difficult, as love blooms between equals. There can be appreciation of someone under you, and loyalty to someone above. But love? Only if they forgo of their differences, like an enemy forgoes of their struggle… only then can there be true love,” I responded, and the prince nods, sighing. His massive hand squeezes my thick tits, groping and milking them as milk drools down my muscles.

“You know, delicious one, you always surprise me in so many ways. I just received a letter about the carts of supplies and reinforcements you have sent my cousin in the east, it was even more than he had asked for,” he said, and I trembled under his touch. It affected me so much it could be cumbersome, as I tried not to moan and blush.

“I only did what you told me too, your highness… without being under your protection, it’d have been impossible,” I responded between short breaths, as he pinched my massive nipples, and kissed the underside of my pecs.

“And yet a hundred other people of the House of Pleasures, even under my protection, wouldn’t have been able to do it… alas, even my cousin, a Duke, couldn’t have it done by himself!” said the prince, praising me, which made my rod tremble as I bit my lips not to moan with his touch. He must have noticed my reaction but he didn’t stop, he continued. “You have the body of a high noble, despite coming from mediocre birth. You achieve greater things than those who had much better chances that you… you impress me every day, delicious one. S…Sometimes when we fuck, I forget I am a prince, and imagine we are just playing in the stables, after work, and then I feel an intense admiration because I know that of the two of us, you are the most wonderful,” he said, sincerely, as he lifts his gigantic upper body until his head can find my drooling right nipple. He bites and then suckles from it, making me moan and my manhood harden. His words were so, so much, that my heart was beating fast and deep and I knew not how to react, so I just lowered my hand to his cock, and started massaging his gigantic slit. I opened my mouth to respond, but decided not to address his exaggerated compliments, least I outed myself in front of him and revealed my treacherous feelings of love for his princely self.

“I know what you mean, your highness, I did much fucking in the stables like that before coming to the court,” I say as I slide a thick finger inside his slit making his royal body tremble. “But well, never did I, while we fucked, forget the difference in our ranks. That the rod that orgasms inside me will one day be kissed by all the nobles and even father the next first prince, I can’t erase it from my mind, your highness,” I say squeezing his bulbous cockhead, and he grunts, stopping his suckling of my tit and looking up to my face, his eyes so deep in desire that they seem to shine.

“I understand, delicious one. Let me massage your body tonight, then… give me the oils. Tonight, I’ll be the one scrubbing your muscles, sire…,” he said, making my head melt as we subverted our roles, and then we started an action which led to another, and he pounded my insides like he would of his true love. I came that time like I never had before, splashing warm and sticky juices all over the wall of the princely room, finding myself in a level of bliss that had been previously been unknown to me—it did, however, leave a bit of a bitter taste inside the after the orgasm passed, when things slowly got back to normal.

Yet, we drifted to sleep kissing and cuddling.

Yet, when I woke up the next morning late the prince already in his office, working.

The son of the Grand Duke read his father’s reply to his letter, before burning it angrily. The text scribbled on the yellow piece of paper advised him to move quickly and act at once, as “the sands never stay fixed in one place for long, and what may seem solid in the morning, might dissolve with a wave in the afternoon.” However, the Marquis honestly thought that his father was being overly cautious—did they not hold the king hostage, immobile and impaled by cock, in their own castle? Did that not mean they controlled the royal court, effectively, using fabricated royal decrees to rule as they saw fit? At this point he, the Marquis, was almost completely free to do as he liked, outside of the prerogatives of the first prince, which were protected by tradition. Even the youngest princes were under their possession, being kept as prisoners in the Garden of Holes by the army—which he, himself controlled.

“Silly old man, myopic and distant from the court,” complained the Marquis, as he wrote a response to his father telling him that he knew better, and that all that they needed now was to have him quickly marry the heir to the throne and then invoke phallic law to take the crown for themselves.

As he finished writing his note, the Marquis went to the window of his office, which looked down on the beautiful Garden of Holes, the paradise-like prison of earthly pleasured reserved for the nobles. From his window the Grand Duke’s son watched the two younger princes playing with each other’s rods, their bodies mostly free—only their nipples were locked by little nipplecages, not allowing them to drink from one another’s pecs, except by licking the drooling overflowing male milk down each other’s muscles, with great waste.

“Hmmm,” pondered the powerful nobleman, watching the healthy and massive princes entertain themselves with their bodies. They were of age, but might still grow before maturing fully, despite the poison which stimulated them and their older brother to expand in muscle and stagnate in rod. “I’ll have them killed once I’m king and my cock adorns the throne,” he thought, and smiled, feeling less fearful and more satisfied with himself for a second.

Someone then knocked on his door, and he invited them in.

“Here, take this to my father, and quick. I want this dealt with by tomorrow,” he ordered, and the loyal captain rushed to take the fastest horse to ride to the Grand Ducal palace, many kilometers away in the mountains. As the Marquis was left alone once more, however, his eyes fell towards the handsome princes playing on the grass (now the second fucking the third), which forced his mind back onto the subject of the first. Suddenly restless, his mind couldn’t help but conspire, and fear, in delusional paranoia. Soon, decided, the nobleman wobbles to get his cape around his thick shoulders, wrapping his rod around one of his arms like a snake, and then pushing the end of the cape inside his slit to prevent his drooling juices from forming a trail. After he felt that was done, the Grand Duke’s son walked out of his office and towards the basement of the Garden of Holes, which he commanded.

As the Marquis descended the stairs of his tower to the ground level and then beyond, he entered a massive underground area known as the Forest of Cocks—a large and cold stone room which was extremely large and dark. The ample space was illuminated only by candles, which hardly masked the scent of sex, sweat, cum, and musk with their smoke and faint light. There was where the truly dreadful prisoners are kept, left with immense manhoods penetrating their insides, crossing from one hole to the other, literally impaling them. The silent prisoners, who couldn’t moan as their throats were completely taken by cock, survived exclusively on the drooling pre which ran down the towering cocks on which they are impaled, rather than on food and water. The cocks around which the prisoners are stretched, on their part, belonged to undisciplined military men, left chained for years on the cold cum-soaked stone floor of the Forest of Cocks, and inserted with anal drugs to keep a constant hardness for as long as their disciplinary service lasted.

That space the Marquis did not like—it was heavy, and it reminded him of his and his father’s likely fate if their plot was ever dismantled. Therefore, the muscle stud crossed this whole space without appreciating the trembling and slow orgasming of the tortured prisoners, or the confused and drugged moans of the guards, preferring instead to go straight to the neighboring room—the army’s secret research complex where the Alchemist waited for him, as always. Indeed, the Alchemist always waited for everyone, as he lived down there with his crew of helpers and research assistants, without ever leaving—he, by himself, had been completely immobile for years, and recently his condition had aggravated to the point where it was a question whether he could even be moved ever again in the future if the need arose.

The Alchemist, as the Marquis saw him when his eyes got used to the overly bright army laboratory, was even huger than he had remembered—his gigantic manly side, disproportionate in every sense, made the nobleman’s cock tremble around his arm, and his mouth gasp in shock.

“Fuck!” he whispered, contemplating the Alchemist massive frame, which was even larger than that of the king’s, despite having the same 23 years of age as the first prince and the son of the Grand Duke. His gigantic body was in fact so large that one’s eyes could hardly take it all in at once—he had muscles four of five times as thick as any other lad, with only twice the height, meaning his limbs were completely covered in so much muscle that the Alchemist absolutely couldn’t even flinch anymore, let alone move or wobble. Of all his body parts, only his buried-up head, tiny toes and fingers, and gigantic cock and tight asshole were still somewhat normal and usable in that sense. His sexual part, too, was otherworldly, and seemed to have greatly expanded alongside his balls since the last time the Marquis had seen him—it was not only the largest in the world, but three or four times the magnitude of the second place, which the Marquis believed to be himself.

“I hear someone… is it you, de Alencentro?” asked the incredibly deep voice of the Alchemist, travelling from the deep crevices of his muscles where his head was perpetually lodged. He was so changed now that he couldn’t even feed from his mouth, but only from his rear hole, which was therefore always penetrated by two tubes—one pumping food, and the other collecting rejects. His oversized cock and nipples were also contained inside tubes—or rather, pumps, which drained their constant flow of juices -, which accentuated their gigantic size five or ten times larger than those of the Marquis.

“Yes, it is me, Alchemist. I have come to ask how is the work in the cock shrinking formula? I am satisfied with your current results, but I’d be much more relieved if your nipples could produce a juice with which to destroy the royal family once and for all, without needing to resort to dirty tricks. Help me turn the royal rods into stomps,” said the Marquis, and the Alchemist laughed, his muscles trembling randomly as he did so, and thus more milk shooting out of his twin nipples into the pumps.

“You think what I did is easy, de Alencentro? Stagnating the growth of a rod of hunks with prime genetics like the princes, and pushing the thickening of their muscles into overdrive is already more than all my predecessors did in ten lifetimes! Reversing growth, though, might be impossible… believe me, I’m looking for a solution to that problem, but it seems to scape me. There are hormones for cock and muscle growth which one can isolate, but there is no natural occurring hormone for shrinking,” explained the Alchemist, trembling almost sadly, but in fact due to an immense orgasm which made the cock pump have to work around his perpetually-milked rod, as his ten or so helpers ran around washing and oiling his gigantic muscles so that the trembling and rubbing wouldn’t hurt his musclebound body.

Hearing that made the Maquis sigh. Honestly, seeing the gigantic overgrown Alchemist almost always gave the son of the Grand Duke conflicting feelings of envy and pity, horniness and fear, and so he avoided coming down there unless it was necessary, or when he got insecure. He often found that watching the gigantic Alchemist—his subordinate—trembling and orgasming, lifted his spirits. But now, regardless of that, there was something else he wanted to ask.

“What about a growth serum, for my cock?” he asked, and the Alchemist moaned in orgasmic thoughts, as his hole trembled around the insert into his anus, and his cock continued to ejaculate from the juices pumped by his elephant-sized balls.

“I could do it, of course. If you gave me time I could develop a growth serum perfectly adapted to your genetics, my lord, but that would be completely different from the current stagnation serum, you see? They are opposite,” said the trembling scientist, drooling as he orgasmed, until a servant came to clean his spit from around his lips. Then, the Alchemist sighed and continued: “You see, milord, to have my tits drool the stagnation liquids, I need to drink abundant male milk and then control my glans so that my alchemical body processes the cock growing hormones and concentrate the muscle hormones in my own milk, which my nipples release when stimulated, and we then mix in the food we give to the victims; to make cock growing liquids, however, it would require the exact opposite process and, while I have two pecs, I can’t control myself quite so perfectly to have different processes going on in each one of them,” continued the Alchemist, making the Marquis roll his eyes.

“I gave you almost endless resources, and your helpers are running a dairy farm a few hours away from the palace where I let you milk hundreds of the best soldiers in the kingdom… is that not enough?” asked the impatient noble.

The Alchemist simply moaned deeply, as his whole muscles flex, unable to move him on slightly although it seemed like they might want to fuck, as his pumped-up cock was trembling up and down.

“Hmmmm, ahhh, my lord, no… it’s not sufficient. The issue is….ahhhh, fuuuuuuck, there’s only one of me…,” responded the Alchemist, moaning as he tried to get stimuli. His assistants, noticing it, were running around as they started to use the tubes going inside his anus to fuck his rear. Slowly, that made the Alchemist moan deliciously, his eyes turning around as the bobbing of his cock got under control. “B…besides, as I told you, the farm is to guarantee that I’m being fed the best milk to potentialize the muscle growth hormone, which we produce from your guards by keeping them exposed to slim lads with massive cocks… that is exactly the opposite of what we’d want if I were to fulfill your new request,” explains the Alchemist as the massive tubs inside his hole push further and further in, making his muscle-surrounded head moan even deeper.

That whole conversation, plus watching the Alchemist deal with his constant edging, had by then made the Marquis’ cock rise fully up and proud. Now, it drooled amazing amounts of pre as he watched the gigantic muscular and sturdy body of his subordinate tremble under his overstretched skin, overheating until the assistants started scrubbing the Alchemist’s sweaty muscles with water.

“I understand then… so once I don’t need the current serum anymore, you can make the new one? One that’ll grow my cock… even larger than yours,” asked the nobleman, and the Alchemist grumbles.

“Yes, but that will make my own muscles grow even more, even faster… I’d need a different room than this one, a larger one… and probably more assistants too,” said the Alchemist, and then he felt the Grand Duke’s son’s sturdy hand massaging one of his overgrown unmoving arms. The way his nail rubbed on his overstretched skin felt almost threatening, though.

“So that’s a yes?” he asked, and, unseen to the nobleman, the Alchemist bit his lips, his face buried in deep muscles.

“Ye…yes, milord,” he said, knowing his whole life at this size depended on the man who was running this prison complex; and right now that was the Marquis.

The prince asked me to enter his study which, despite its name, was a massive library containing every imaginable book known in the land. He was reading reports in the center of the marvelous space, illuminated by the sunlight coming in through tinted glasses which truly made his highness look otherworldly handsome. Extremely focused, the young lord was sitting atop a bed-like chair with a desk in front of him, under which his dick rested, cared for by three twinks, one of whom was constantly scrubbing his revealed princely glans, while the other two drained his pre into bowls, helping him relax as he studied.

“Oh, there you are,” the first price said turning his torso towards me. “The servants worked hard to squeeze my rod under this desk so do you mind coming around it to talk to me?” he asked, and I do as requested by his highness. His eyes followed the movement of my barely-dressed silk-covered body with interest, and soon he was smiling at me, as he then dismissed the twinks, even though that meant his slit was to be wet and drool pre on the floor soon enough.

As the door closed behind the prince, the two of us were alone in the beautiful study, almost naked—I wore my silks over my muscles, and nothing over my crotch, as the prince wore his cape over his buns, and nothing over the rest of his masculine frame.

“My lord… have you called me to please your rod or massage your muscles, perhaps? I have been waiting for such a call, I have sourced you some rare oils…,” I started saying, and he shakes his head as he puts down what he was reading.

“No, handsome one, I call you here for a much more important matter,” said the prince, looking up towards me. I bit my lips and sat on his rod, my buns stretching around its thickness, as my own cock fell to the side, so we looked at each other face to face.

“What happened, your highness?” I ask, putting the amphorae with the oils atop his gigantically thick shaft where they could rest without falling on the ground. The prince sighs, watching my pecs move as I did that.

“The Grand Duke sent me a letter. He has a decree from my father—whether real or not I do not know—in which I am commanded to marry until the end of the week. He tells me I must entangle our rods, or I will lose my position, which would be the end of my younger brothers and who knows what else… if there is no appointed heir to throne, there could be a war…,” said the prince, and I frowned. Despite his words, he didn’t look dejected, but energized.

“What will you do about it, then, your highness? Marry the Grand Duke’s son?” I ask, and the prince laughs loudly, his deep voice echoing all over the room, his trembling muscles making his shaft shake under my buns and the amphorae too.

“I could,” he said as his immense muscles tremble with his delicious laughter. “I bet the Grand Duke and his son think that by tying our rods they’ll get access to the throne. They’ll want to have our manhoods measured, and they think he outsizes me… then, he’d use the old phallic law to strip me of the princeship, make me his hole, and take over the kingdom,” said the prince, and I gasp in shock, squeezing my buns around his immense thickness with urgent disapproval. I frown in disgust; can it be that the Grand Duke’s son is really bigger than his highness?

“If that’s the situation, your highness, then we should make a plot… I’ll send some guard whom I trust to kidnap the Grand Duke’s son after poisoning him. His cock might be long, but we can hide it until we find the king and rescind the decree,” I suggested, and the prince raised his hands to grab mine.

“You’d not follow his cock if it were bigger than mine, though? That’s the ancient custom,” the prince said, and I snorted. He frowned in surprise at my immediate reaction.

“I am loyal to you, not to your cock, your highness. I don’t care if the Marquis has a member twice as long as yours, I will do what I can to preserve your happiness and your throne,” I affirmed, as the prince slowly nodded his head, his hands squeezing mine before his hands falling on his massive shaft, and then sliding and rubbing his gigantic orbs.

“That’s good to hear,” he said, but then smiled. “However, your idea is too risky and you need not worry, anyway, delicious one,” said the prince, with a confident smirk. “Firstly, because my rod is larger than that of the Grand Duke’s son. I know that because he compared to my younger brothers, whom I had bathed in ice cold water before the measuring, and yet he just beat them by ten centimeters… I am, of course, much longer than them, by any metric, by much more than that, and so I am assured that the Grand Duke is acting on a false assumption,” affirmed the magnificent prince, and I gasped.

“So you will marry the Grand Duke’s son, strip him of his titles and make him your hole?! You are devious, your highness,” I said as a smirk formed upon my lips. I was glad for my lord, but I also felt a sting under my massive pecs, right where my heart is.

“No,” said the prince, as he opened a drawer on his desk, and pulled out of his two bracelets. “I wasn’t planning on doing it this early, but this decree is an opportunity to speed my whole plan up, so I decided to take the chance,” he continued, staring at me. “You, glorious one, most marvelous one, have been with me for months. You are loyal, but you robbed from me. You took my most prized possession, so I want yours in exchange.”

I gasped, standing up offended and fearful, afraid of having offended him or that he doubted my commitment to his cause. Did he think I was a spy?

“What, your highness? What did I take? I don’t know what it is but I will strive my best to return it!” I asked, and he opened a smile, ample and beautiful like his pecs, which stretched broader than the desk on which he read.

“My heart, and you can’t return it, for it will die away from you. What you must do is give me yours, or I shall die of cold, without a heart beating inside me,” he said to my utter surprise, making me blush immensely before continuing, “I…I want you for a husband, equal to me, to present at court. I don’t want to just have us sleep together anymore, I renounce… no, I denounce and deny any inequality of rank between us. I want to shove you down the throats of the court and make you my equal co-prince,” he said and I brought my massive hands to my pecs, since my arms were too thick to allow my hands to touch my face. I knew I was blushing wildly, and that my cock was hardening and drooling on the wooden floor. “Tell me if you accept my terms, or if I misread your feelings,” said the prince, seeming to suspend his breathing.

“Oh, your highness… I always took your throbbing manhood inside me as an honor, and the fucking of your hole… I’d die for it. A kiss, worth a lifetime! Being your husband, I’d not dare to even imagine such a fabulous idea, but if you will it, if you allow it… if you ask it of me… then I’ll allow myself to be selfish,” I said, and pushed the desk aside as I jumped on his massive torso forcing him to lay on his back with my weight falling upon him. Our massive bodies clashed with a thud, my rod slid between our abs and pecs as our lips met and we kissed. That kiss, wet, and loving, seemed to last an eternity. When it was over, however, we were both smiling and in tears.

“My… my heart has been yours since the beginning,” I said with a faulty, teary voice, as the prince put one of the bracelets on his right wrist, and the other on my own. We hold our hands together and kissed again, as our massive chests rubbed and bumped and squeezed as one.

“This will mark our vows, most beloved one. We will marry soon, but… brave and beautiful one, you know what that means, right?” he asked, and I nodded. The ancient rules of the nobles could bend, but they could not be broken.

“Yes, noble love, I will be summoned for a duel… I will be forced to fight the Grand Duke’s son for the right of your love,” I said, but my face was stern and not concerned, not for now, as the prince and I lost ourselves in the other’s body, not for the first time, but this time… differently.

When the announcement was made public, the Grand Duke’s son was livid. He destroyed a whole wardrobe, lifting it with his massive arms, and then throwing it on the wall on his mindless furry, shattering it to pieces alongside a historic vase and the mirror on the opposite wall. Then, he sent me a notice, as he demanded to fight me for the prince’s wrist. I had to accept, of course, and the fight to the orgasm was set for the following day at sunrise, in the royal arena.

As the whole situation was dramatic and controversial, it conquered all the mouths and ears at court, and many of the nobles came to watch me and the Grand Duke’s son fight. The prince himself was sitting in his special balcony, filling it with his glorious muscles, as his rod rested down like a massive pilar, draining into a special gutter between the arena and the benches where the nobles also waited, in their multitude of costumes from the different regions of the kingdom. I, meanwhile, waited in the royal balcony, alongside my love, wearing nothing but my engagement bracelet and other such golden jewelry that accentuated the turns and hills of my muscles. As a couple, the prince’s formidable right leg was wrapped with my right one, our hands resting on the others’ crotch, as he showed everyone his preferences.

“You, lowly peasant, who do you think you are?” shouted the Grand Duke’s son as he arrived, pointing up towards me and the prince, as he exited his litter held by three dozen handsome studs from the House of Pleasures. He now wore his usual cape, and his rod softly hung over his thick shoulders. “I am sure you have enchanted the prince with some dark wizardry, but I will not let it stand! I will fight this duel and if I win, I’ll have your head properly separated from your thick and brawny shoulders, and take back what’s mine!” he threatened, as the nobles watching us gasped.

“I am not a possession to be taken,” responded the prince, and everyone stared in shock at the Marquis, who stuttered as he had been caught red-handed in his discourse. He cleared his throat, and then bowed slightly to my beloved, rubbing his foreskin.

“I meant it not like that, prince; it is just my honor which I fight for… to imagine you, the highest of the nobles, married to a peasant, someone without family or possessions! It offends all of us, and above all me, your former fiancé,” he managed to respond, and that seemed to attract more sympathy from the other nobles. The prince, however, turned towards me, kissed my mouth as our massive muscles rubbed, and let everyone watch as his tongue spread lips and fed me his spit.

“I… decide who marries me, not you. He who has the love of the heir to the throne, his body and his soul, cannot be called a dispossessed,” responded the prince, angry, and that caused whispers to erupt in the crowd, apparently divided. Before this went on forever, I decided to stand up, first looking towards the prince and bowing, kissing his pecs, which made his cock tremble and start oozing more pre. He smiled at me, and then I turned to the Grand Duke’s son.

“Indeed, I’m but a peasant, but his highness chose me, and so I must become his husband, regardless of whom it might offend. The only thing I can do for you, your grace, is to show you why the heir to the throne has chosen me!” I say, and then wobble my massive body around the stairs and down into the arena proper. Knowing that the nobles were watching, I had rehearsed this and a few other phrases yesterday with the prince, hoping it could help us solidify the legitimacy of our relationship amongst the elite.

“Ha! You challenge someone way above your station… my line is as long as the royal house itself, and so are my family’s rods. You, but a small noble from the provinces, think you can challenge me? Raise your member and let the court see!” he shouts, and then grabs his magnificent manhood and lifts it before pushing and slapping it softly but loudly on the ground. The snake was monumental—3, no, 4 meters of length! Maybe more. Mine was surely smaller but, alas, I had dealt with larger rods before; rather, I did it every day, several times a day, preferably.

“You are surely bigger than me, your grace, but I’ll make you ejaculate first,” I replied, and stroked my own 3-meter-long cock to its full hardness, as the Grand Duke’s son did the same, stroking his rod until it rose from the floor of the arena, and its massive one eye glared wet and angrily towards me. It was so long and so fat that it probably had more of a resemblance to a hardwood tree than to a peasant’s hand-sized member.

“As per the old customs, whoever spills their seed first will lose the duel. The loser can choose between death or obedience to the commands of the winner,” said the prince’s thundering voice, silencing the whispers of the noblemen around us. “Let the challenge start!” he announced, and then the crowd of nobles roared, making their muscles tremble in excitement, as their large rods trembled and engorged slightly. Immediately, the Grand Duke’s son thrusts his hips forward, hitting and rubbing my whole body with his massive rod, and oozing pre all over me, showering me with his warm juices. I moaned as his massively sized cockhead rubbed against my face and then slid down and covers my whole body in his warm juices, but if he thought that was enough to make me come, he was highly mistaken.

“Fall, fall on your buns to me, lowly peasant! Ejaculate from being smashed by my superior rod!” shouted the handsome and gigantic Marquis, as he thrust his hips trying to use his magnificent cock to make me lose balance, as it slapped me over and over and makes me moan with its hotness as well as its pungent wetness. I managed to stand my ground, mostly, but my fully vertical cock was slapping my chest and thus I was yet to be able to make a counterattack.

“I won’t be the one falling today, my lord. Let me show you my talents, now,” I said, and then I raised my ass and grab my cock right about the middle, and lower it with my superb muscles—which might well have been superior to those enjoyed by the Marquis. My rod then becomes a long spear which I use as if I were jousting, as I thrust my body forward, aiming at the Grand Duke’s son’s body as he forced his cock towards me once more, aiming to now subdue my sexual resistance.

This time, though, I was prepared. As his cockhead came my way, I raised my manhood just perfectly that it pops inside his slit and slid inside his manhood as he lowers his massive members atop me, my thickness rubbing the insides of his cock and stretching it, as he shouts in a surprised mix of pleasure, pain, and confusion. Immediately, I let go of my own shaft and raise my hands, grabbing his glans and pulling it down. Using the inertia of his thrust, I also push my rod deep inside his urethra, impaling his own rod with mine, stretching his manly member as if it were a hole. To the perplexity of the crowd, I continued penetrating his rod deeper and deeper, until his cockhead slaps my groin and massive chest and my balls bounced back against it. Having his cock impaled by me, the Marquis moaned and his eyes rolled as his mouth drooled his confused blissful spit like crazy. The crowd, meanwhile, was silent watching my next move.

There I was literally balls deep inside the nobleman’s rod, and as he mumbled in confusion and tried to pull his rod away, instinctively. I pretended to allow him to do just that—I pulled my own long and fat manhood back, but only temporarily, before pushing it forwards again, repeating this consistently as I grab the edges of his cockhead, penetrating it again and again, as if his magnificent rod were just another hole for me to invade. Soon, to the astonishment of all nobles and the gasp of the servants watching from the sides, I was effectively fucking the Grand Duke’s son’s dick, stretching it from the inside with my significant manhood, as his rod’s redness wrapped around my cock and massaged it wonderfully and continued to waste his pre, which flowed down on the arena.

“Fuuuuck, bastard, peasant! Abandon my urethra and fight like a man! Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck, let go of my sliiiiiit!” shouted the now confused but drooling and overgrown Marquis, whose urethra were being ravaged by my thick and throbbing cock and whose glans was being massaged by my whole body but also subject to the slapping of my swaying ballsack.

“I’ll stop If you concede your defeat!” I granted, and the nobles whispered at my proposal, approvingly—forcing a nobleman, especially one so high, to ejaculate by being cockfucked in front of all would be too humiliating. Yet, it was a fact, I was winning. It was a shock to many, but it was reality: my unorthodox moves were really working. It takes only a second and even the Grand Ducke’s son could feel his defeat coming, as his rod was red now out of being massaged and fucked and slapped even more so than from the blood filling it to hardness.

Unfortunately for him, though, when he opened his mouth to give up the Grand Duke’s son was already too filled with bliss to say anything coherent, and so he just moaned, as his torso collapsed atop his member, his overgrown muscles just hugging it and drooling milk and spit on his own sensitive shaft—the poor massive hunk was just being completely overwhelmed and having his brain rewired by pleasure, and he had a hard time reacting rationally to it. Not having a formal concession, though, I was forced to continue filling and fucking his gapping slit until I could feel his cock trembling around my own, when I finally pulled my manhood out of him. In less than two seconds, the honorable Marquis with a lineage as long as that of my beloved orgasmed absurdly—so much juice left his now empty rod then that it covered half of the spectators in the arena in full white, as well as myself and the whole floor of the combat pitch. My towering manhood, meanwhile, stood proud and hard, like a tower looking down on the Marquis’ trembling and orgasming manhood, which throbbed and thrusted to shoot and deliver more and more of its juices to the rest of the world—a mission that in and of itself had nothing of negative.

Even in this blissful state, however, as the ducal legs remained spread wide open around the challenger’s massive trembling balls, which were laid on the ground immediately behind where he stood. As his orgasm subsided, however, the massive hunk’s majestically muscular frame seemed to have collapsed above his thicker sexual parts, completely exhausted by the strength of his cumming.

“I declare the Marquis of Alencentro to have lost, and Urios of the House of Pleasure, my fiancé, to have won. Any testimonies against it?” proclaimed the prince, as I bowed, and not a single voice was lifted amongst the nobles, who were shocked at the ease of my victory—even the most optimistic ones thought the battle would last for hours, maybe until morning! And yet, here we were done, before the time for dinner—and with the defeat of their lad, by a nobody like me. Unsurprisingly, only the sound of squishing pre and drooling cum could be heard in the audience.

“Good, so what is your choice, Marquis? Death or obedience?” asked the prince, after giving the silence its time, and I stared down at the Grand Duke’s son, as I embraced my hard manhood throbbing towards the sky.

“I chose… obedience,” moaned the nobleman, defeated, with his buns raised as his torso lay above his drooling and softening rod, his massive arms hanging around his immense shaft, limp now, barely moving. I smirk, looking up to the prince and then down at the Marquis.

“Your commands are: to be absolutely loyal to the prince and me, to defend our holy union in soul and body against all its enemies, and to release the princes whom you’ve kept in the Garden of Holes into freedom,” I said, and he hummed.

“I shall do it,” mumbled the Marquis, and I then climbed atop his body, spread his buns and revealed his mighty hole. It was tight, pink and virginal. I spit down on it, and then pointed my cock at its tightness.

“Good. Now, so you remember your place, I’ll take your manly insides and print my cock inside them. I shall do it in the name of the princes,” I proclaim, and then, with the whole court watching, I slide my masterful rod inside his delightfully virginal and compact rear. Thrusting hard, under the view of all nobles, I penetrate the Marquis’ rear as I had his cock, and start fucking it hard under everyone’s watch. I rested with my body atop the muscular frame of the Marquis as I fucked his rear, making him start panting and hardening again under his muscles quite quickly.

“Hmmm, fuck… so… ahh! This is what it feels like… my good … to be fucked… it’s so fat inside me, so deep!!!” he moaned, and grunted, and his eyes teared and rolled. “Soooo gooood!” he mumbled incoherently, drooling as he nibbled his growing shaft and wrapped his immense arms around his gigantic noble cock. To the surprise of the crowd, the son of the Grand Duke seemed to appreciate being fucked by me faster and faster, and soon as my own titanic dong slammed his prostate and stretched his previously untouched hole, he ejaculated again, moaning once more as he gasped for air, all his muscles flexing now all over his body, pumping so much seed onto the crowd that it was overwhelming the draining system.

As he ejaculated, the Marquis’ noble, blissful and trembling hole milked my rod and massaged me wonderfully, but I came not inside of him—I didn’t want to fill his rear with my cum, as I had never done that to someone I didn’t love one way or another. I preferred to pull my immense manhood from inside the Grand Duke’s son’s hole, and then go towards the prince and kiss the drooling tip of his rod with mine. Soon, his cock started rising, and I smiled, as I rubbed our cocks together and he did the same with his to mine.

“My champion and love, let’s go release our seed together, and then release my brothers,” he invited me, and we went straight to his chambers where we fucked like rabbits, and then we went to the Garden of Holes where we find the princes also fucking.

After the cock duel, I fucked the prince with my cock, but I came quickly as I had been edging for a while. Then, he fucked me, and this time—lost in our excitement—his cock traversed my hole body from one hole to the other, until he ejaculated through the window of his quarters, splashing his princely seed upon the flower gardens, lakes and pathways. After that, we were cleaned, and then the Marquis told his minions to lead us to the Garden of Holes to release the princes, his younger brothers. Arriving there I was shocked, looking at the beautiful place with all those asses on the walls, wonderfully tended to plants and abundant food and water, and realized that despite its wonders the place truly was a gilded prison. As we arrived, the two handsome hunks pushed away from their fraternal fuckery and, wet with one another’s juices, jumped on their elder brother collectively, generating a massive six-arm hug, kissing his tits, and thanking him for coming for them so fast.

“We did as you asked, elder brother, we worked hard to keep our bodies strong!” said the youngest prince, almost begging for praise, as his lips wrapped around one of my beloved’s nipples and started suckling from it, making the first prince moan in relieve due to being drained. Of course, the eldest of the brothers was not in a mood to be economical with his words, and to as he patted his youngest sibling’s hungry head, he also complimented how much bigger and more muscular he was, and seemingly, how much even his rod had grown; all those words made the happy teen prince blush proudly, suckling without respite.

“Thank you for saving us, brother… my god, I missed your sturdy arms embracing me. It’s annoying always being the biggest man around,” said the second prince, as his lips too met the princely teats of my beloved, and the first prince laughed as a reaction to his candid comment.

“Well, so you shall be annoyed in most places you go to, brother,” he responded to the second son, before glancing at me. “As for releasing you two, beloved brothers, that I did not do alone,” he said and then pointed towards me with his head, as the two handsome younger but immensely muscular and well-endowed versions of my love glanced towards myself without letting their lips part from the princely nipples. “He helped me, and through me he helped you two. His name is Urios, and he will be your older brother as well sometime soon,” he announces, and both the younger brothers seem surprised and shocked with the news, but also happy that their older sibling seemed to be blushing and his heart was beating so fast.

The bigger one of the suckling princes pulled his lips from his elder’s nipple for a second.

“So you will fulfill dad’s order and marry, brother? Just with a different man, one of lower birth?” he asked, and my fiancé nodded, while patting his head.

“Lower birth, perhaps, but higher talents,” he responded, and the other middle-sized prince seemed to ponder, and then shrugs.

“Well, welcome to the family then, elder brother-in-law,” he said, and then returned to suckling on his elder’s teats, as I thought of back home. My big family waiting for me to help pull them up in life, like the younger princes suckling was lifting the first prince’s rod between them.

“What about dad, elder brother?” asked the youngest hunk, his lips covered in male milk as he still licked the princely nipple that corresponded to him. My fiancé frowned.

“We will have to look into that… once the Grand Duke hears of what we did to his son, he will surely seek revenge… but what can he do against us now? We have tamed the court, I’ll be married at last, and the three princes are united. They may think their rods are supreme and that they are entitled to the throne according to the old phallic law, but that is just incorrect; as the Marquis was resting on the arena, I had him measured, and his whole length hardly gets to 80% of my 5.5 meters,” said my future husband, as I took a few steps towards him. We watched the sun set behind the wall of holes which keeps the Garden secure—it was basically a tall stone wall with holes through which lads could push their lower bodies, exposing their buns and their own smaller but warmer opening.

“Maybe you are being optimistic, your highness, but surely we’ll be able to take whatever comes our way, together,” I said, and he smiled towards me, before we lowered our massive torsos so our heads and lips touched and we kissed, as the princes satiated their hunger for their elder’s milk.

Everything was as it should be, at least for now.

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