Story Edited by TNsourdough45
King Edmund Birde has been ruling over the Kingdom of Orindoth since the age of 23, when he assumed the throne after his father had passed away of black fever.
Now, at the age of 51, he didn´t look 51 at all. He was still as strong as an ox and stood nearly six-and-a-half feet tall. He had always hated formalities such as audiences, meetings with lords and church higher ups. He also hated the paperwork, somedays it just seemed endless.
His wife, Queen Margaret, would assist him in any way she could, but at the end of the day it was King Edmund who had to shoulder the heavy burden.
The king;s assistant, a 23-year-old kid, Tim Hanekin. Tim was the son of a viscount, dreamed of being in the military, but had been rejected because Tim was small. Standing only five-and-a-half feet and having a small, lean build, he would never be accepted.
Tim's father pulled some strings to get his son a position as the king´s personal messenger.
The king was advised that maybe he needed someone to organize everything better for him. He was against the idea at first, but soon realized that having someone to make his job smoother wouldn´t be that bad, because most days he was swamped with work.
The king first noticed how feminine Tim looked when he was being fitted for a new uniform. A black shirt with the kingdom´s crest in the left breast pocket and leather pants.
And how the pants showed that he had a nice, round ass, a slim waist, and his slim build.
The king would start to get hard thinking of how good Tim's ass looked in those pants. The wasn´t gay, or at least that´s what he thought. But it had been so long since he had fucked Queen Margaret that he couldn´t help but notice Tim's perfect, tight ass.
He had noticed how Tim was very efficient at his job, could follow orders and was never bothered by all the work he had to do. He was the perfect choice. And so, the messenger became the King's assistant.
A month later King Edmund stretched and said "Please tell me were done, Tim"..
Looking at down at his agenda, Tim said, "Yes, that´s everything. Tomorrow you only have two meetings, with Lord Cross and Bishop Haythe."
"Well at least, I´ll be free after that," the king said, yawning.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, my king," Tim asked.
The king looked a little nervous, kind of fidgety. "Tim..um...do you think...that maybe you can....help me like last time?" the king said almost whispering.
Tim just smiled and said "Of course, my king. You only have to ask."
The king moved his chair back and let Tim get between his legs. Tim began rubbing King Edmund's thighs and slowly moved up to his bulge.
"Are you stressed, my king," Tim asked with a low voice while rubbing the thickening cock.
"Yeah," he sighed, "it´s been almost a month."
Tim couldn't wait anymore and pulled down the zipper. The king wasn´t wearing any underwear, so he slowly reached into the newly opened hole and pulled out eight inches of cock with a thick and veiny shaft that he couldn´t even wrap his fingers around, and two egg sized balls.
Tim licked his lips and looked up to see the glazed look on the king's face. Tim gave the cock a kiss on the tip of its head, then on the sides, never breaking eye contact with the king.
"I love your manly scent," Tim said.
"Stroke it for me" the king said breathing heavily.
Tim licked his hands and starting stroking up and down the king's cock. "You are very hard, my king. You must really need this."
