The Rescue of King Aron
King Aron slowly opened his eyes, wondering where he was. He remembered being pulled roughly from his bed, but after that his memory was hazy. He blinked, allowing his eyes to focus on his new surroundings. He was outside in a clearing of the woods and it was near dark. He could feel a soft breeze on his skin, and he looked down to discover he was naked. His next discovery was that he was bound to some device, his wrists secured above his head and his legs spread and tied to two pieces of timber. He could feel rough wood under his back and buttocks. He coughed and looked to his left.
Five men were sitting around in the nude on the shore by a lake that King Aron did not recognise. From the look of them, the King could see they were farmers or labourers, all well-muscled and heavy-set. They were all playing with what the Gods had given them between their legs, although three were playing with one another; sat in a row on a fallen log, their hands busy between each other's spread thighs. When they saw that the King had regained consciousness, they all smiled broadly and started laughing.
"Hello there, your Majesty," one of the men, with a shaven head, a scar running down the left side of his face and a monster of a penis jutting up from his groin, grinned.
"Where am I?" the King croaked, his mouth incredibly dry.
Scar-face stood, his gigantic erection bobbing as he approached the prone Monarch. "We are the servants of Lord Bolman, and we are here to do his bidding."
The King was confused. "Lord Bolman? But I do not understand. I am your King!"
The man with the scar let out a mocking guffaw. "We no longer recognise your Sovereignty. You are our prisoner and will do as we say."
"What is it you mean to do to me?" the scared young Monarch asked.
Scar-face looked over his shoulder at his companions, then back at the King. "Lord Bolman has a keen interest in what you carry in the sack between your legs. He informed us that the sweet wet cunt of a maiden holds no power over you. So, he has enlisted us to service you with our meat-sticks, and bungholes if it comes to it. And we are more than willing to partake, for none of us have known the flesh of a maiden for some considerable time."
Despite his fear and discomfort, King Aron was dismayed to find that his penis was stirring at the coarseness of this brute's language. How could that be?
Almost as if reading his thoughts, Scar-face smiled. "We have administered unto you a potion, of Lord Bolman's own making, something he calls Viagris." His eyes dropped to the King's exposed genitals. "I see that it is already taking effect." He motioned to the other men. "Come, my friends, it looks like the process of extraction may begin."
King Aron writhed against his bonds as the men stood and approached him, one of them carrying what looked like a drinking vessel. At first, they stood around, rubbing their hands over each other, fondling cocks, bringing them to erection. Then a couple of the men squatted down before the Kaiser, and began sucking, noisily enjoying his now-erect prick. The young King's view was blocked as a dark-skinned man with unkempt shoulder-length black hair straddled his chest and moved backward until his large, hairy muscled arse was before his face.
"Eat my hole, Sire," he gruffly instructed, pulling apart his cheeks so that his anus was revealed. The man then pushed himself against the King's face and writhed, rubbing his musty man-cunt over his nose and mouth, laughing as he did so, all the time tugging on his growing prick. He then dismounted and appeared at the side of the King and began rubbing his cock over his face. Then he took the King's head and held it at the angle he wanted and he slid his erect penis into the monarch's mouth, slowly until all his air was cut off, his face and throat turning red, and the man pulled back, only to do it again.
"Ah, yes!" the man panted. "Such a sweet and pretty mouth. Soft, just like a virgin maiden's," then proceeded to laugh.
Scar-face positioned himself between King Aron's spread legs and began to undo the bonds that held his feet to the contraption he was strapped to.
"You look ready for me, Sire," he growled. "You want to get fucked in your holy hole?"
The King could only shake his head and moan loudly, as the hard cock in his mouth continued with an in-and-out motion. He felt the hands of the other four men touching him, sucking his erection, probing between his cheeks, touching him where the skin was puckered. He felt Scar-face moving between his legs and gasped as he proceeded to push a finger into his hole, stretching him open. He hung there taking it; one finger, then two, three and finally, painfully, four as he felt his hole being stretched open, far wider and more painfully than Claude had.
"I am going to fuck you, as you have never been fucked before," Scar-face said as he moved up between King Aron's legs, wrapped his muscled arms around each thigh, shoving them up and open, then pushing his hardness into the exposed hole.
