Bolman, Chief Advisor and confidante to King Aron sat at his desk in his chambers, only a few doors down from the Monarch himself. He had heard Claude and the King return from their daily exercises, happy in the knowledge that they had consummated their budding friendship with a physical tryst.
But how did Bolman know when there were no witnesses to the secret act?
It was common knowledge that Bolman was indeed the King's most trusted advisor, however, what was unknown to all in the Kingdom was the fact that Bolman was a sorcerer and had been for a good many year. King Aron had inherited the services of this secret magician upon the death of his mother and father, as he had also served the previous three incumbents of the throne. Bolman appeared to be a man in his sixth decade but was, in fact, many years older and had seen the Kingdom go through various changes, some for the good, some for the worse. He was not enamored with the current ruler; was not a fan of his youth, inexperience and perceived weaknesses. It was Bolman's wish that the King be deposed, and the throne be overthrown; in its place, an elected official and Bolman had himself in mind. He had for many years wished to rule and now, his final plan was afoot.
He cared less about the defloration of the King but knew that the citizens of Clitorina would never stand for a ruler who took another man to his bed. And now that this had happened, he could put the final stages of his nefarious plan into motion.
Bolman had witnessed the tryst between the young Monarch and Claude with the use of his all-seeing bird of prey, the eagle Forin, who was now back asleep in his cage, his beak tucked under his wing. His job successfully completed, Bolman had rewarded him with a rat upon his return, the remnants of which lay discarded at the bottom of his cage. It was enough to see that both men were naked and erect of cock and Bowman had wished to witness no more, knowing that the act would certainly have taken place. He only had one remaining query and he needed the counsel of the swordsman to confirm or deny this information.
In the monarch's chambers, the King and Claude had shed their clothes once again and stood naked in front of one another, a bowl of warm water nearby. King Aron reached into the bowl and pulled out a washcloth, proceeding to clean Claude's face, his strong chest, his back, arms and working towards his bare arse. The two strong pieces of muscle of his buttocks, magnificently round and hard.
"By the Gods, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen," the King whispered, as he turned Claude around and was face-to-face with his erect penis, which he proceeded to clean with the damp cloth.
Claude smiled dreamily. "Will you do me the honour of taking me in your mouth once again, my King?" he asked.
King Aron nodded and opened his mouth, his lips stretching around Claude's throbbing shaft and his hands eagerly teased the man servant's heavy balls.
"Take as much as you can," Claude rumbled, his voice full of lust.
King Aron obeyed and took in nearly six inches before he gagged and backed away. He immediately tried again, and this time he swallowed every inch. He started to bob back and forth, taking Claude in and out of his mouth. He looked up at the muscular servant and, seeing the look of pure enjoyment on his face, the young Monarch knew he was doing a good job.
Claude tipped his head back, enjoying the sensation of his young lover's hungry mouth on his cock. He knew it would not be too much longer before he reached his climax. When he felt his balls begin to churn, he roared and King Aron released him from his wet mouth and watched as Claude's tumescence bobbed before him, then released a torrent of hot liquid which splattered over his face. He opened his mouth, and the rest of the semen pelted his lips and ran down his chin.
Once Claude had regained his breath and composure, he took the King into his arms. "My Lord, you are glorious."
