TW: Mentions of sounding/urethral play, lots of gay sex, extreme proportions.
This series came from the thought "What if the A/B/O romances I'm ashamed of reading were written by a pervert?". Apparently I am that pervert.
Thanks for reading!
Inside the Royal Gardens
Sebastian navigated his way through hedges and topiaries, barely glancing at the various impressive foliage around him. Normally he would take his time to admire but he had purpose today. The head gardener waved as he passed, smiling as his thick cock stroked in and out of his apprentice. The young man was trying to focus on the bush he was supposed to be trimming instead of the 11 inches of enhanced fuckmeat stuffing him repeatedly and making his smaller than average dick leak every time their hips met. His boss said it was a test that all aspiring gardeners had to pass, that he needed to be sure every part of the gardens were cared for to perfection no matter what was happening to his holes. Sebastian grinned at the young man's concentration.
He had worked with James for as long as he had been with the palace and he knew that this "test" was just a poorly veiled excuse to pound a tight hole while his apprentice did his work for him. Or attempted to. Usually James would get carried away and the apprentice would end up twitching next to the roses, asshole gaping and leaking cum into the soil like a whimpering fountain. He claimed that's why their rose bushes were so lush and fruitful and honestly there was no evidence to the contrary.
Sebastian walked with the confidence afforded to him as the King's head butler, a little extra jaunt in his step today. He was responsible for making sure the castle ran smoothly and everything happened in perfect alignment with the wants and needs of the Royal Family. He did everything from planning elaborate dinners for heads of state, to making sure the correct kind of Kleenex made its way to the princes' rooms. Alistair preferred with lotion, Jason without, and Damon never noticed what kind as long as it was able to mop up his cum. Although that wasn't much of an issue these days. First King Hanson had decreed that Sebastian perform his duties for the boys instead for a time, just until they had picked their own butler to rely on. Some might see the transfer as a demotion but Sebastian understood why the Kings had done it. The princes were at a stressful point in their royal lives and were learning important lessons. The three Alphas were cultivating the skills they would need to one day rule.
The current Royal Family had six children. 2 boys, 4 girls. Each had been left to find their way in life, to experience the world, the kings and queen trusting that at least one would find their way back to them with a budding promise of a great ruler, just as First King Hanson had in his youth. Sure enough, Alistair had come back home having already formed a pack with his two childhood friends. The two men he had grown up with, who knew him better than he knew himself. Men he considered brothers in all but blood. They all had excellent backgrounds, refined breeding, and an interest in bettering the lives of their people. Within a week of returning they had been declared Crown Pack. Now they had classes 2-3 days a week to fill their heads with politics, various court etiquettes, even the occasional grammar lesson. Each had their own strengths. Alistair excelled at all things intellectual and always had. Jason was a scientific prodigy who had no equal in the lab but no patience for politics. Damon's charm was legendary, as was his wicked tongue. Although not particularly active in society, Damon was often the talk amongst the court ladies. Those that have had the priviledge of having their snatch sucked and tongue fucked by the eager prince were never soon to forget. They had even begun the search for their own Royal Sow. Their queen. The Omega they would breed and worship and help carry their crown.
When the Free Breeding Law had come to pass the Royal Family at the time had sat down with their most trusted advisors and discussed what that meant for them. They were not nearly as free as their subjects to breed liberally. Any child from royal seed was a prince or princess and would need to be raised accordingly. In the end they determined that, while they desperately wanted to provide a unified front with their subjects, they simply could not risk a royal offspring being raised outside the court. Each Crown Pack could stick their cocks in whoever they wanted but knotting and breeding would be for an Omega of their choosing. Omegas had a much easier time conceiving with Alphas and vice versa. The Alpha knot that swelled up at the base of their cocks helped facilitate breeding by locking the ejaculating penis as deep into the welcoming cunt as possible. Beta males did not have this and often their cocks were not quite big enough and sperm not quite strong enough to meet an Omegas needs, although not impossible. Beta women often could not accommodate a knot or even the entirety of an Alpha's generous cock so much of the sperm was lost during ejaculation, if the Alpha even stayed put. Many Alphas with a Beta partner would choose to pull out and hose them with cum so they can work their knots for a more satisfying orgasm. Science had advanced rapidly but it still wasn't a widely sought after enhancement for Betas to alter themselves to take an Alpha knot.
When the Omega selection tradition started the original Crown Pack had wanted an Omega as sexually adventurous as possible so they never had to limit themselves in their own home, with their own wife. In other words - they wanted a complete, cock obsessed, depraved whore because they themselves were shameless perverts.
The current Crown Pack had been receiving letters from heads of state desperate to have their daughters chosen, the letters usually short but soaked in their Omega daughter's slick. Some had fine enough scents. They had humored a few with the typical courting gestures. A week-long stay at the palace with opportunities to get to know one another separately and together. A chance to try out their holes before any big commitment. It was easy to say you're a slut, what really matters is
action.
Sebastian frowned at the thought.
The last girl had been pleasant enough and had an impressive pedigree. Sebastian never thought she would last but kept well out of it in an effort to let the boys make their own decisions. She was just so...polite. She lacked the hunger that made cocksluts great. One day Sebastian had come upon her sunbathing in the garden he was shocked to see her angrily waving away the poolboy. It was the most animated he has ever seen her but it was clearly not a pleasant experience. Later he learned that the poolboy had mounted her firm ass, intent on sliding his impressive fuckmeat balls deep, when she shoved him off. Apparently her holes "weren't for lowly Beta poolboys". That was when Sebastian had felt obligated to step in and speak to the princes. No true cumdump turned down a load from any designation and he had no intention of letting them choose anyone but the best.
Sebastian rounded the corner and began hearing moaning over the tall hedges. He picked up his pace, grateful his instincts had guided him true. On days like this, the boys often chose to enjoy the outdoors. His smile was so big his cheeks began hurting. A large, paper wrapped book was tucked under one arm and his cock was throbbing painfully as it led the way. He stopped just short of running, so eager was he to share his news.
Finally, he turned into the center of the maze and found what he was looking for. Two thirds of the Crown Pack having their cocks worshipped as they studied in the fresh afternoon air. Two Beta maids were taking turns fucking their throats onto Damon's royal pussy destroyer, stopped short at his fat knot but still giving quite the performance. He was still pretending to read his copy of "Court Etiquette for Dummies" but Sebastian could see his lashes fluttering with each gulp on his cock. His basil and thyme scent soaked into the very leaves of the hedge maze, telling Sebastian he had already cum at least once today. The copper of his hair went beautifully with the lush emerald foliage surrounding them, its brilliance matched only by his bright green eyes. His toned abs rippled and his thighs tensed under the maids' delicate fingers. Biceps the size of his head flexed with the effort not to grab the girls by their hair and thoroughly use them. Every once in a while, when focusing on his book failed him, he looked down his long straight nose to watch the maids serve him. With his high cheekbones that always seemed to have a slight blush, dimpled chin, and full mouth he was popular with the tabloids. Sebastian had heard from their social media department that there were also multiple fanclubs. Alistair was genuinely engrossed in whatever he was reading, the title pressed against the table as the Beta bitch underneath slammed her asshole along half his length. It was all the Beta could fit. His naturally tan skin and black highlighted hair glistened in the sun as he sat back, ever the serious one. He had a nose that had obviously been broken a time or two and a striking jawline rough with the shadow of a beard. His shoulders were as broad as his packmate's but his abs less defined, with a dusting of dark hair. The bright blue eyes framed by thick dark lashes were captivating. Despite being the only one from the direct royal line, Alistair's good looks were rugged rather than scholarly. His impressive build made him look like he could throw you over a shoulder and carry you to a log cabin to be ravished. His full lips hardly graced the public with a smile but he was much more relaxed in private.
Sebastian cleared his throat gently, holding the book out to properly present it. He bowed as the boys' attention swung to him.
"Seb!" Damon grinned and waved the maids away. They could find another cock. Alistair almost seemed to not notice the girl who squealed as his monster dick popped free of her hole. The girls scurried away, the one with the blown out asshole limping slightly behind the other two. He eagerly reached for the package.
"How was the drive?" He asked conversationally. Glancing up he noticed that the once unblemished surface of his butler's torso now had words scrawled everywhere.
'
Good Boy'
'Gape Lover'
'Pretty Boy'
'Peeping Tom'
Sebastian's cock throbbed and bounced as he remembered Lilly's delicate hands steadying herself as she wrote, adding an extra caress along his skin. He had lost himself in fantasies of those long fingers bunching up, pounding in and out of his wrecked ass. Her giggle had knocked him out of it. Without her he might still be standing in the middle of her shop daydreaming.
"Did you make a friend Sebby?" Damon prowled toward their favorite butler. Sebastian was practically part of the family, none of the boys remembered the palace without him. Damon growled low in his throat. "I hope you behaved accordingly on your little excursion."
