This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it as much as I had writing it!
All characters are over 18+
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"As per the ruling of the court, the accused is guilty of stealing from the crown. Due to special circumstances the punishment will be a royal fuck in the town theater."
Slam!
The hammer hits the bench and I can't register the outcome. My brother pushed me into the guards in order for him to get away. Now my punishment is something that hasn't been enacted in over 300 years.
I was ushered from the courtroom with my arms restrained by two guards, thrown into a wagon, with the door shut and locked in place. The wagon began to move thus by the movement of the turns I can tell that we are making our way to the theater.
After a short ride, the wagon stops and I can hear the guards outside.
"I have only heard legend of a royal fuck, the crown must want to make an example out of this lot." A deep voice said outside the wagon. Another set of footsteps walk up.
"Hurry it the fuck up! We have a schedule to maintain. The crown will be arriving shortly."
Oh fuck. This is happening. My mind reels with every possible exit. Maybe I can try and rush my way out of here, just use my small height to speed past them as they open the door.
I hear the wagon unlock while I crouch down to get a good exit.
The wagon door swings open then I rush forward. The two guards who unlocked the door expected I would pull something, so when I rushed forward they moved aside as well as stuck their feet out.
"Ahhhhh, ugh." I tripped over both their feet to be face planted into the sand. Dazed and confused, I feel a large weight suddenly on my back. Looking around, the third guard planted his knee on my back, his weight alone knocking the air out of me.
"Could have made this easier, now we have to tie you." The guard on my back took both my arms and twisted them around my back. He was handed rope from one of the other guards thereby quickly tying my wrists together tightly. I wince.
"Uh oh boys, we have a soft one here. Maybe that's why He wants you so badly."
Who? A Royal fuck could mean anyone from the crown. The last fuck was done by a prince whos wife cheated on him during their marriage leading to multiple wars.
I was shuffled to my feet by the third guard who towered over me. Holding my hands tightly pressed against my back he led down the dark alley to one of the back theater entrances. At the entrance he knocked twice to have the door swing open immediately.
The guard who opened the door let us inside and quickly went outside the door. I was led into what looked like a waiting room with another door on the opposite side of the room. Loud noises combined with chatters can be heard beyond the door.
The guard holding my hands, lets go, and moves in front of me with a hand on my shoulder.
"You move an inch, while I'm doing my thing, I will put you on the table and do this the hard way." He looks at me with fiery eyes. All I could do was nod my head because I didn't want this man to kill me. "Good."
He takes cutting knives and begins to unceremoniously slash away my clothes. My tops and bottoms fall to the floor instantly, leaving me stark naked with my hands tied behind my back in front of this man. He makes a wicked grin and says "If you want out of here, I'll take you later after the fuck. Too risky and not enough time."
I could only stare in disbelief, the last thing I wanted to do was trust some random guard of the crown. He removes his hand from my shoulder to place it on the side of my head, forcing me to look up at him "Just nod if you want the chance." I nod.
"Good." He lets go of my head, moves behind me, and takes hold of my wrists.
"Showtime." He says into my ear. I shiver, fear engulfs me.
"Wait. What's your name?" I say.
"Buck. Don't worry I'll find you."
He leads me out of the waiting room to the other door opposite of where I entered. He swings the door open to me, getting blinded by the sun and deafened by the crowd around the pit.
I was led into the pit, which was a ring surrounded by royal guards. My legs were free from bondage but that didn't mean I wanted to run to my death. Escape wasn't an option anymore.
The guard led me through the ring and left me in the center.
The crowd was so loud I couldn't make out any words people were making.
I was naked, tied up, and completely hopeless of my future. Then all the sudden, silence. I looked around to see what everyone was looking at that would inhibit such a reaction.
There stood the king in a one piece tunic covering his whole body. The tunic was cut down the middle near the waist area to reveal a large member. Still soft, hanging down his thigh, I can't take my eyes off of it.
Slowly walking towards the pit, his cock swinging with every step he takes, I stand there in awe of this man as he gets bigger and bigger the closer he moves into the arena.
Everything else was covered on him but while he was walking I could see his muscular thighs. Just the slightest glimpse to any other part of him sent thrills down my body. He casually walks into the pit to stand right in front of me.
He puts a finger under my chin to lift my head up as I realize I've been staring at his cock the whole time.
He stares at me with fascination for a second then quickly replaced by malice as if realizing why we are here. Snatching his hand away from my chin, he takes hold of the back of my head holding a handful of hair to force a cry from me.
"Ow."
"The only noises I want to hear from you are your cries tonight." He growls into my ear.
"Please." I whimper.
My head is knocked to the side and a searing pain on my cheek follows. I see stars as he shakes my head with the handful that hair he still has.
