This is a pure work of fiction. This homoerotica is set in a fantasy world similar to the Dark Ages. It wasn’t heavily fantastical, meaning that I don’t have any plan to include dragons, etc., yet. The story is purely a creation from the author’s imagination and does not depict the author’s moral values, nor does it try to promote a certain value/s. As this world was inspired by a medieval dark age, there would be a lot of themes that might be unsuitable for certain people, such as relationships with minors, domination, slavery, and many other things that the author hasn’t envisioned. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren’t historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.
The sailing from Lyon to Rome was pretty much smooth and uneventful. Patrick was banging Louis most of the days and nights, almost every second. Louis did not bother to wear his clothes when they weren’t fucking after the second day. Louis did not worry too much, as he had only brought a small contingent of loyal knights, twenty in all, among them the Welf brothers, Alan Bonnaire, and Gabrielle-Francoise Bonnaire. At the same time, the rest were knights from small families or sworn to the Guillart, the ship's owner.
The ship itself was manned by men the admiral, Stephen Guillart, hand-picked himself, so Louis was assured they would be loyal. If that wasn’t enough, the sailors were oogling Louis’s body when Patrick invited him to sunbathe and fuck on the deck. Most of them were jerking their cocks off watching Patrick and Louis basked in their afterglow, not much they could do when the knights were guarding the pair in full armor, staring at them menacingly. If Louis was feeling mischievous, he would pull up his legs to his shoulder and spread his ass cheeks as he lay on the wooden floor covered by blankets. Within seconds, the sailors were gathered in front of Louis, watching his battered, leaking hole taking a breather under the sunlight.
Patrick smirked and kissed Louis, but he, too, was feeling mischievous. His talk with Louis before made him realize that there were a lot of things he still unconsciously held himself off from doing, but it did make him more likely to venture further outside of his bubble. He pulled up his legs and bared his asshole to the hungry eyes of the sailors; he swore he could feel the stares on those many eyes trying to push inside his tight pink asshole. He felt a strange tickling sensation in his chest, and excitement that quickly woke his spent cock back to life, and his hole twitched. When he saw that those sailors were craving for his ass, his back shivered from the addictive sensation.
Basking and baring their assholes under the sunlight became their daily activity during the journey and a common sight for the sailors.
Even those who did not seem too keen on man-on-man actions acted as if the sex was a normal day-to-day activity, which it was. Sex, after all, was one of the requirements Stephen had them do with each other as a test of loyalty and to sanitize his men. That being said, Stephen did say even the members who had a wife and many kids back home still ended up fucking him or another man after a week or two with no sex. It made them closer and less cranky because they didn’t have a brick up their dick standing in their work. He did specifically forbid harassment for bottoms on the ship as he himself preferred to take dicks, and he destigmatized bottoming amongst his men.
When their ship finally arrived at Civitavecchia, the main city port of the Papacy, the sounds of horns and cheers reached their ears even before their ship was docked. Louis could see citizens lining up across the port, waving as they excitedly waited to see the new royal arrival at Rome.
Not to greet Louis, mind you, as their attentions were fixated on a much grander fleet; a huge galley, surrounded by other much smaller vessels, with the Eastern Latin flag swaying at the top. Though the ship Louis boarded was by no means cheap, it was pale in comparison to the Eastern Latin warship.
Louis’s ship docked first, followed shortly by the Eastern Latin vessels docking beside him.
He stood observing from the edge of the deck while the gangway was extended down, unsure if he should go down the ship since the huge welcome clearly was not meant for him, until a familiar cheery voice he hadn’t heard for a long time called for him from the bridge.
“Louis! Get your ass down here!” The youthful voice unmistakably belonged to his cousin, Konstantin.
He peered down to see the handsome face of his cousin, buoyant as ever, waving at him and the exasperated face of the officials behind him. Beside him was the best friend and Louis’s cousin-in-law, the handsome blonde King of Navarra, waving at him and maintaining his posture in contrast to the emperor’s childlike behavior.
As he descended the gangway, he finally caught the irritated face of the Pope of the Eastern Church at Konstantin’s unregal manner, unfitting of an emperor.
Yes, Konstantin XVI Komnenos, Louis’s cousin from his mother, was the Eastern Latin Emperor.
Draped in his purple toga, the Eastern Emperor wore only a white tunic underneath with a short hem letting a small curve of his ass peek out of the tunic. If it wasn’t for the toga draping his front, Louis was sure his dick would also be visible. Sat on top of his black wavy-almost-curly hair, which he let naturally grow almost ear-length, was the famed Justinian Crown, which fit perfectly on his mischievous, youthful face. His sharp nose and his high cheekbones, along with his pronounced jaws, gave him an illusion of sunken cheeks. His eyes were a little bit dark, but it did not make him ugly, only alleviating his image as a party animal even more.
Beside him was the blonde baby-faced King of Navarra, Mikel Calabria, Louis’s cousin-in-law and brother to Marco Calabria. His attire was nowhere as licentious as Konstantin's, but he did wear a tight-fitting short-sleeved tunic with a low-hanging cut to the chest at the neckpiece and trousers revealing his curves, pecs, and muscles. Louis was sure his biceps had gotten bigger since the last time he had seen them. While on his head was only a simple gold crown, his face made up for the lack of excessive accessories by simply being an Adonis. With full cheeks and a round face with slightly curved jaws, he maintained his pretty boy visage despite being older than Louis by a couple of years. Like Konstantin, he let his straight hair naturally grow, but he had bangs covering his forehead.
The Duke of Tuscan, whom Louis knew from the insignia he wore on the shirt and a painting of the man, was also present. He was a masculine man in his thirties whose muscles filled up his opulent outfit quite nicely. He was not a pretty boy, but definitely on the young DILF side of the daddy spectrum thanks to his chin strap beard and slicked-back short hair. He was extremely well-groomed and took care of himself. Louis saw someone approach him from Konstantin’s ship, and he ordered a bunch of men running in and out of the ship, carrying things and people that Louis assumed were slaves.
Arriving with an army of men wearing lorica musculata, the muscle cuirass the old Latin Empire soldiers used to wear with petruges, was Maximillian I von Habsburg, the Western Latin Emperor. He also wore the lorica like his men, but his plate was made of gold instead of iron. Under it was a red tunic with the hem reaching only the upper thigh, and white silk petruges embroidered with the Western Latin Empire’s coat of arms. The tunics they wore underneath were sleeveless to show the men’s muscular arms and shoulders. He wore small and tightly wrapped breeches underneath, which only covered half of his thick, soft cock while his balls hung from each side of the hole. Louis, and everyone really, could see the breeches since the petruges did not help to hold the skirt-like hem down on the windy pier. The daddy emperor didn’t seem to mind all the air on his balls at all. Sat on top of his head was a laurel wreath.
Louis remembered the word his father used for him as an insult; despite being a pure-blooded German, Maximillian was a Latinophile who was obsessively fascinated by the old Latin culture and legacy. He couldn’t let go of the glory of the old Latin Empire and wished to restore the former glory of the empire.
He was a handsome daddy hunk with medium-length wavy blonde hair swept sideways and naturally grown stubble alongside his jaws. He looked like a finely aged daddy in his early forties with blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes. Although his definition wasn’t prominent, muscles filled his body in all the right places. His pecs were full, firm, and big, which Louis could tell despite the armor covering them, since a little bit of the manboobs curved out of the armor. Surprisingly enough, his body was smooth, from his arms to his thick thighs and muscular knees.
Behind him were equally handsome young adult hunks, about Louis’s age, the famous triplet princes, Egon the eldest, Eilhard the second, and Egbert the youngest, with bodies more muscular than their dads. They were more defined with massive chests and v-shaped abs, which the armor seemed to be smithed intentionally to showcase their body. Their armors were gilded in gold like their father’s, with a unique design. Their armor chest part was way smaller than it should have been, which made their nipples slip out of the armor while their lats burst out of the armhole. The bottom hem of their tunics fit tightly to their bubble-shaped asses, which made the hem less vulnerable to wind exposure, ironically enough.
Louis cast his sight at Maximillian, who spared a glance at him, not entirely uninterested, but also did not take him seriously. Louis’s claim to emperorship was still contested after all; his father had failed to even declare his war against the Western Empire before passing away. Although Louis crowned himself as an emperor, it was but a word without acknowledgment from the Pope, who was loyal to the Western Empire.
It wasn’t a secret that both Francia and the Western Empire were at odds either, so the moment Louis reached down the gangway, the tension between the two, or rather, the stares both of them were getting from the people around them, thickened the atmosphere with tension.
The only one who couldn’t give a shit was Konstantin, who threw himself at Louis. He was running and jumping so fast that his hem and toga were fluttering, completely revealing his 6” fat cut cock and firm and uptight bubble butt.
Maximillian, who was standing like a magnanimous emperor, forgot himself as he threw himself down like a pervert just to catch the sight of Konstantin’s tight little hole. His sons quickly ordered the royal soldiers to blockade the view from the many eyes of citizens who excitedly spectated the momentous moment when the three emperors finally met.
“I miss you so much! It has been forever since we met! Sorry, I couldn’t come to your coronation. My uncle said it wouldn’t be a good political move, but trust me, I was this close to sailing on my own, but he caught me! By the way, you look amazing, bro!” Konstantin spoke and groped Louis’s body excitedly like a kid without even knowing what a personal boundary was.
“While you were busy getting drunk and partying, Louis here was making a name for himself by conquering land from some barbarians, even subjugating them, I heard,” Mikel said, wrapping his hand around Konstantin’s shoulder and winked knowingly at Louis.
“Fuck off, Mikel!” Konstantin shoved Mikel away, before turning to Louis with a clear amazement in his eyes, “Is that true, Louis? You’re fucking awesome! You’ve got to help me with the fucking faggot Muhammadans then! I am sure we could crush them together, and I will give you all of the plunder we got from them! Who the fuck needs the Western shit—”
“EHEM!” The Pope of the Eastern church suddenly coughed loudly.
“Ugh! Fine… Most of them… I want the Caliph myself, and I suppose I won’t call those bastards little shits if they help us.”
A tall and imposing man approached the pair; his identity was foreign to Louis, but the way the guards let him pass gave him some ideas. Other than his very domineering aura perfectly accentuated by his pair of cold green eyes, his body was thick and shaped like a bunch of squares stacked together without a single fat yet not overtly muscular, standing straight like an imposing statue. He had a handsome, manly face, a proper man's face, perhaps in his thirties, that looked as beautiful as it was menacing. He had a well-kept triangle-styled beard, though the mustache was a thin lining. He wore a tunic, and despite it not being designed to be tight-fitting, the arms looked tight. Like the Duke of Tuscany, the man too looked very well-groomed and opulent.
“May I?” The man spoke in a low baritone voice that sent tremors up Louis’s hole, asking for Louis’s hand.
Louis gave his hand, and the man kissed it.
“You are as beautiful as they said. I, Donato Zanetti, the Serene Doge of Venice, am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Konstantin scoffed when Donato gave a perfect bow, but a glance from the man made the emperor stiffen and straighten his body.
“I will be waiting for you in my ship for dinner, Your Highness,” Donato proclaimed and left without even glancing at anyone else. As he walked, Louis watched in amazement as the soldiers made way for him like he was the emperor himself, despite being merely a Serene Doge.
The Serene Republic of Venice fell under the Eastern Empire. However, Tension rose between the two in the past couple of years, which led to Venice's refusal to send its fleet during the Muhammadans’ invasion of Cyprus. Donato’s presence there at the Pope’s summons was also a direct rebellion and a proclamation of his independence from the Eastern Latin Empire, as Konstantin was supposed to be the representation of the Eastern Empire and its subjects.
Louis and his councilors thought the man would be playing and trying to gain favor with the Western Empire, but seeing how he was gunning for him instead intrigued Louis. He might be Louis's potential supporter for his emperorship, and not a bad one either. Of course, Louis’s relationship with Konstantin might complicate things if Louis were to get a closer relationship with Donato.
“Don’t trust that man, he gave me the creeps,” Konstantin said, which was seconded by Mikel.
“Your Highness, your chariot is ready,” The Duke of Tuscany, Giovanni de Medici, informed them, as a chariot was brought in front of them. It was made of gold with Greek gods' engravings and was spacious enough to fit three people.
Mikel approached with clear amazement in his eyes as he circled the golden chariot.
“Thanks, dude!” Konstantin said, patting the older man on the butt, “Let’s go, you two should ride the chariot with me.”
“Fuck yeah!” Mikel cheered and jumped right on the chariot, totally enjoying the privilege of having the emperor as his best friend.
“Bro! I haven’t even stepped my foot up there yet!”
“Too bad, bro, I stole the cherry from you like I stole your mom’s from your dad!” Mikel said as he humped the Greek Gods’ engravings.
“Fucker!” Konstantin laughed.
He turned around, finally looking at Maximillian, who had been down on his knees watching every single movement Konstantin’s asslips made.
He was not ashamed or even acted awkward, like watching someone’s ass was a normal thing for a man of his stature to do, because he knew nobody would say anything else. He was the most powerful man in all of Europe after all, and his words were laws. He nonchalantly got up from his knees, but Konstantin stopped him.
“Why, perv, stay down. I am not done with you,” Konstantin lifted his right foot and placed them on Maximillian’s right shoulder who was about to get up and stepped the Western emperor back down, “A ride under the high noon will make me sweaty, so here’s an offer. If you behave like a good daddy would,” he teasingly paused right before saying in a lower and more seductive volume, “I’ll let you be my ass wipe.”
Maximillian let out an animal grunt right when Konstantin moved his right foot from Maximillian’s right shoulder to his left. If before, from his position, he could see Konstantin's half-hard leaking cock, taint, and the underside of his perky butt, now, Konstantin’s asshole was also directly facing him, dead in the eye. It was tight, pink, and surrounded by translucent fuzzy hair. The sight and erotic smell were enough to make Maximillian’s cock lead the thinking. He waved around for his sons to step aside as he waited on his knees.
Konstantin put down his knees, and as he turned around, he made sure his ass was smacking Maximillian on the head, which the man accepted with a deep sniff and a cheeky nibble at the right ass cheek, making Konstantin giggle.
As Konstantin walked to the chariot, Maximilian followed suit behind him, crawling like a dog, eyes never losing sight of his dark star target surrounded by a slightly fuzzy butt. Maximillian swore that even the asshole was deliberately teasing him by slightly contracting and opening, letting out its bitch pheromone calling for Maximillian’s studly sperm.
When Patrick was finally done with logistics, he went down from the ship and was greeted by the Western Emperor, whom he quickly recognized since he had seen a painting of him in Louis’s royal library. To say the Emperor himself greeted him wouldn’t be accurate, it was the emperor’s ass that greeted him since the petruges couldn’t hold anything in place and bared the emperor’s ass in the air as he crawled. “Bare” perhaps was not the correct word either, since the Emperor did wear his breech, but this breech was different. While most breeches were made of cloth, this one used a thick string instead. The breech was also tailored in a specific way, it was a little bit thicker around the waist and the groin, though still not enough to hold even one ball in, and it got even thinner as it reached under and up across the pink asshole, which Patrick could clearly see was munching on the thin string on top of it making it looked like the hole had no covering at all. It was as if the breech was specifically made to show the hole, which was interesting for Patrick since the Emperor looked like a bitch in heat more than a stud. He never pegged the emperor to be a bitch from the story he heard about him.
Patrick could see even the triplets, and other soldiers who were lucky enough to be stationed behind the Emperor, were fixated on the winking hole. When one of the triplets finally realized Patrick was staring at their father, they weren’t quite happy. Patrick quickly walked and stood close to Louis, who pulled him closer. That was enough to make one of the triplets back off.
Earlier, Konstantin had waved for his servants to bring out and strap the “horses” to the chariot.
They all watched, except for Maximillian who only glanced and then returned his focus to Konstantin’s hole, dozens of handsome Arab men, twunks and hunks, were brought out of the ship. They were all naked and chained at the hands and legs, and when they were brought closer, Louis could see something like a hook extended from their butt. They were all shaved and smooth except for their facial hair, and on their backs was a tattoo of a two-bar cross, the symbol of the Eastern Church.
When the guards lined the slaves in front of the chariot, and using the chains attached to the chariot, the guards hooked the chains to the hook on each slave’s butt. There were 20 slaves chained to the chariot, and when a particular slave, the only slave wearing an Arabic headdress, was brought down from the ship, Konstantin hailed the guard to bring the man to him.
“That’s the house head, and the bitches who had the pleasure to be my horses are his family, from his sons to his grandsons, cousins, even his nephews,” Konstantin remarked, patting the Arabic DILF on the head. Louis could see the man’s face turned red from anger and shame, “He’ll be our tour pussy for the day.”
Konstantin made a circular motion with his finger, and the guard turned the man around, bent him over, and spread his asscheeks, revealing a dark and puffy rosebud.
“His sons got tight pussies on them, but nothing beat the daddy’s mancunt.”
Mikel leaned his head near the slave’s butthole and inhaled deeply, “Sheesh! Smells like fucking spices!”
“Bro! I shoved every single spice I got from his provisions up his chute, just to make it a little bit more oriental, y’know! You should see his face when he mopped his asshole all over my palace floor!” Konstantin fist-bumped Mikel as they laughed like maniacs while the slave who had lost all of his dignity could only twitch his asshole wildly.
“Look! Look! This is what he did when he’s furious!” Konstantin excitedly pointed at the slave’s butthole, then erupted in vicious laughter with Mikel, before giving the slave one wicked slap right on the hole.
“I see you boys are having fun, but if I may your excellency, we need to be on our way to the city, lest we’ll be late. That won’t make us look too favorably in the host’s eye.” The Eastern Pope finally approached them and calmed both of the boyish adults.
“Fine, fine, get him on the chariot and we’ll be on our way!” Konstantin said, slapping the slave’s ass once for good measure.
The guard brought the slave onto the chariot and laid him right in the middle on top of the chariot plank, which Louis just realized had a custom-made resting place just enough for the slave to lie his stomach and upper body, giving him a first seat sight at his own family march of shame.
“Let’s go!” Konstantin finally set his foot on the chariot and stood in the middle.
“Me too, buddy?” Mikel asked.
“Duh! I made this specifically for three bros and two bitches! Get up here, bro!”
“Fuck yeah!” Mikel was too eager as he jumped right on the chariot and then spanked the slave’s ass hard.
Louis was still standing, unsure whether to assume he was included when Konstantin said “3bros”. Sure enough, Konstantin looked back, and after rolling his eyes, personally escorted Louis up to the chariot.
Konstantin stood in the middle, while Mikel stood to his left and Louis to his right. More slaves were marched out of the ship, but not chained to the chariot. They did have a chain attached to their butt plug connected to a slave behind them.
Before they marched, Konstantin looked back at Maximillian, who was obediently still on his knees, and then jiggled his butt teasingly while smirking right at the man, “What are you waiting for, asswipe?”
Hearing his sex name of which he’d have the boy who called him as such spanked until his ass redder than a tomato, except he couldn’t in Konstantin’s case, Maximillian still eagerly crawled up the chariot, his sons expertly blocking the view of him crawling from commoners. The stairs were just enough for Maximillian to be on his knees comfortably, and it seemed the chariot itself was made with their height in consideration as well.
From behind, Patrick could see that Maximillian’s kneeling head was right facing Konstantin’s asshole. The side of the chariot plank, however, was covering Maximillian’s presence adequately. Well, it did show a little bit of Maximillian’s hair, but nobody would notice unless they were really looking.
Without waiting for another command, Maximillian quickly smashed his mouth right on Konstatin’s asshole.
“Wait, I am not ready yet!” Konstantin said.
Clearly, Maximillian was done having the much younger bratty man command him as he instead replied by hugging Konstantin's legs tightly so he couldn’t move and drilled his tongue even deeper into Konstantin’s hole.
“Fuck!” Konstantin groaned and waved his hand accidentally, which the other took as a sign to start the march of triumph.
Together, led by the great chariot pulled by Arab men by the chain in their butts, they marched through the grand port to the city of Rome. Behind them were soldiers following in a strict formation; on each side was a long line of slaves being marched directly within reach of the commoners. The slaves were marched first ahead of the chariot, forming human barriers between the commoners and the march.
“Let me move, I want to fuck this mancunt!” Konstantin said as the march moved and tried to push Maximillian’s head.
Instead of moving, Maximillian lifted Konstantin’s entire body up and down by the legs he hugged; Konstantin could barely stand straight when his whole body was lifted off the floor.
“Fucking shit!” Konstantin said whose hand moved from trying to push the head away to grabbing the head deeper. From the passerby’s perspective, it was as if Konstantin was lightly jumping on the chariot.
Realizing fighting was only going to waste his energy, Konstantine finally bent over and rested his body on the slave’s back, letting Maximillian’s tongue rub freely and fastly on his tight asshole. What Konstantine didn’t realize was that it made Maximillian move his head more easily. If before Maximillian was wiping his tongue on Konstantine's hole, now he was brushing his face with Konstantine’s ass quite literally. The bystanders could see Konstantin’s bare buttcheeks as Maximilian was expertly holding the hem of Konstantin’s toga above the waist while moving the man, bouncing up and down the chariot completely, showing the ass while his face remained hidden. They thought Konstantin was fucking the Arab slave, but those with keen eyes might catch a quick glance of Konstantin’s cock hanging and swinging.
At one point, Maximillian pulled away from the ass, the string of saliva creating a thread between his lips, wet face, and Konstantine’s hole. He spanked Konstantin’s cheeks hard with both hands and then spread them open. He hissed when he saw the tight pink hole blooming and proliferating its enticing pheromones straight to his nose. He pushed his head back into the crack, mouth to hole, and then inhaled deeply while slurping the hole with a vengeance. If his slurping sound wasn’t heard by the commoners, then Konstantin’s scream of pleasure was.
“Fuck! Daddy! Oh!”
The Eastern Emperor wasn’t exactly subtle either. His whole body shuddered, and he arched his back when Maximillian slurped, then drilled his ass hard. His dick accidentally made it into the slave’s ass, only the head.
“Fuck, finally my head got in,” Konstantin announced, and Maximillian quickly pulled the dick out, “Motherfucker! Ahh! Daddy!”
Maximillian gave the hole a good few slurps before pushing his face deep in the crack.
“Hahahah! Bro, it looks like you got a leech stuck up your ass!” Mikel laughed.
“Oh, he is leeching alright! Oh!” Konstantin replied. Maximillian also cheekily replied by giving a loud slurp.
“Well, if that’s the case, excuse me,” Mikel moved in front of Konstantin and then replaced the emperor in his place, so Konstantin was on the left while Mikel was in the middle. “I don’t like wasting a good manpussy on an amazing chariot ride like this.” He said, smacking the slave’s ass hard on both cheeks.
He pulled down his already hard 5” cut hard cock with a golden dusting on the base, it was slightly veiny, and his balls were heavy too. Louis gulped down his spit at the sight of the cock.
When he heard a chuckle, Louis looked up, seeing Mikel had caught him looking and was smirking at him. Mikel sneakily reached for Louis’s hand and placed it on the base of his cock, and together, they pushed Mikel’s cock into the fluttering hole of the Arab.
The man had been watching his men and his family on their walk of shame, naked. His own sons were pulling the chariot with a chain from their butts, and his favorite grandson, the boy who had just turned adult, he had his son as a teen and was considered an achievement, whose muscles were already being his dad, his grandpa’s pride and joy. He begged Konstantin to spare him, and when Konstantin asked him to suck his cock and balls, he gave it a goddamn suck that put cocksucker to shame. When Konstantin told him to debase himself by riding the man in front of his army, he put whores to shame. And yet there he was, on top of a chariot being used as a dumping receptacle while his grandson was being marched at the front line, the first to see by the accursed infidels. His only salvation was that his family was not free to be grabbed by the commoners like the rest of his men, who had hands on and in their bodies as they passed like slaves being browsed.
“If you’re that angry, why don’t you try to crush me with your asshole?” He remembered what Konstantin said, trying to play him for a fool. Yet, there he was, squeezing his ass muscle as hard as he could, trying to crush the foreign dick inside him, knowing fully well all he did was give the man more pleasure.
“Oh fuck! This slut is fucking squeezing me, dude! And look at its juicy ass! Mmm!” Mikel smacked both of the slave’s bubble asscheeks, “C’mon, feel it!”
Louis was surprised when Mikel suddenly reached for his hand, but he let the man grab it. Instead of bringing it to the ass, however, Mikel brought it down to his full balls and rubbed them there.
“Juicy, right?” He said with a smirk and a wink.
Louis smirked back while his hand remained there. He rubbed on the balls, tugged on them lightly as Mikel pounded the slave, and he felt it contract and tighten on his palm. Suddenly, Mikel pulled his cock out and then rubbed the slimy cockhead on Louis’s fingers before slamming his cock back home. Without breaking their eye contact, Louis brought the wet finger into his mouth and sucked on it.
Mikel chuckled. Maximillian, whose mouth was deep inside Konstantin’s asscrack, kept Konstantin on the tip of his toes, limp as a sack; his ass was visibly spasming, only the buttcheeks, like it was trying to massage Maximillian’s face. Despite his mind being clearly in a far-away land from having his ass devoured, his expression still managed to give a charming yet good and pretty boy persona, instead of looking like a gooning pervert.
Mikel then turned to the right, and grabbed Maximillian’s head, an emperor, pushing it harder on the ass without stopping, slamming his cock inside the slave.
It was a mistake as Maximillian clearly had had enough of taking any more shit from the insolent brats. He finally pulled off Konstantin’s ass, making the man give a huge sigh of relief, yet disappointed despite himself, then pulled down Mikel’s trousers.
The trousers clearly didn’t do the ass enough justice. Although you could see Mikel had a fat dumper in there, it didn’t show the beautiful shape of it. It was a round, pert, voluptuous, sizeable bubble butt that looked very tight. And it was tight, but still jiggly. Like Konstantin, it had fuzzy hair all around the cheeks, which was probably longer than Konstantin's, but didn’t appear to be so thanks to the light coloring. That being said, the ass crack was visibly hairier with a small area around the hole smooth like a virgin's grove protecting the pink hole.
Then, without warning, Maximillian swung his palm hard on the ass, and the noise was so loud that the commoners who were watching the march began looking around for the source of the noise. Mikel, who felt the impact, shrieked and tried to cover his ass, but Maximillian was having none of that. He pushed Mikel’s hands away and delivered a couple more hard spanks on the butt. “Fuck! I am sorry! I am sorry! Daddy, please forgive me!” he was begging from the first strike.
Too bad Maximillian did not take apologies; he was a disciplinarian. A total of 6 handprints were clearly visible on Mikel’s ass before Maximillian used his other hand to spread Mikel’s crack and delivered one last spank right on the hole with his lips.
That being said, after he was done punishing Mikel, he moved into Mikel’s butt and inhaled the puffed-out hole deeply like he was inhaling a drug. He gave the hole one long stroke with his tongue before latching his mouth on the hole, slurping it. As he did with Konstantin, Maximillian hugged Mikel by his thighs and then lifted him off the floor, a man with a lot more muscle than Konstantin. When Mikel’s cock was stubbornly stuck inside the slave hole, Maximillian used his hand to pull it off and gave it a flick, eliciting another beg from Mikel.
If Maximillian’s upper face was still a bit visible when he ate Konstantin's ass, his face completely disappeared as he dove into Mikel’s dumptruck.
Konstantin, who had regained his composure for a while, laughed at them while Maximillian was punishing Mikel, who could only fly the bird at his best friend while his other hand was pressing Maximillian’s head deeper into his crack.
“Well, since you’re busy, bro, let me have a go at that hole,” Konstantin said, moving in front of Mikel before finally pushing his cock into the slave’s mancunt, “Oh yeah! I know putting your beloved grandson at the front will fire up this pussy!”
Hearing what Konstantin said about his grandson made the slave’s mancunt even more on “fire”.
“That’s what I am talking about!” Konstantin gloated as he flexed and cheered for the people while he slammed his cock deep.
Unlike before, however, Konstantin did not move Mikel to his left side when he moved in front of the man to fuck the slave, and Maximillian did seem to intend to move him either. Mikel’s hard cock was stuck under Konstantin’s taint, getting friction from it while Konstantin was fucking. So when Maximillian finally used Mikel’s ass as his face brush, Mikel’s cock was swinging up and down, cock-slapping Konstantin’s taint and balls.
“Fuck, bro! I can feel your cock slapping my balls!”
“I don’t think you should worry about that, bro! Watch out when you push and pull, unless you want me to take your cherry. I mean, what’s better than giving it to a bro, right!” Mikel chuckled before planting a kiss on Konstantin’s neck.
“Fuck you!”
Louis, who had been watching this whole time, saw that Maximillian’s ears perked when he heard that Konstantin was still a virgin. Maybe like everyone else, he assumed that any teenager from Greece had lost their virginity since Greek pederastry meant they were trained both from the outside and the inside, and the Greeks trained them young. So when Maximillian heard that Konstantin was a virgin, something snapped.
Literally.
This whole time, Maximillian’s 8” wine bottle-thick cock was hard and protruding obscenely from his petrudges. His string-like breech was stretched so much that the cock head could no longer be contained by the somewhat thicker front part of his breech, which purpose was to cover the cock, and instead, the head was being held by the lower part of the breech, an actual thin string already disappeared inside his piss slit. Louis wondered if what Maximillian felt at that moment was akin to being wedged. When he heard about Konstantin’s virginity, the cock jolted and snapped the string.
Maximillian smacked Mikel’s butt and moved it to the left.
“Show me your holes!” He commanded.
Both Mikel and Konstantin reached behind and spread their asscheeks wide, Konstantin without stopping to fuck, which made Maximillian mad since he couldn’t see the prized hole clearly. He pulled Konstantin’s body off the hole, then smacked both of Konstantin’s cheeks twice before slapping the insolent virgin hole once.
He then turned to Louis, and he merely glared. When Louis showed no sign of acquiescing, he growled, “Like father, like son!” He turned Louis around, then pantsed him, and gave him rapid 10 loud smacks on each of his asscheeks. It left handprints there. Although some shrieks did leak out of Louis from time to time, he did not apologize or beg for it to stop.
When Maximillian finally stopped, he looked at Louis’s red ass with annoyance, with a slight hint of appreciation for both Louis's perseverance and beautiful red ass. The ass, despite its owner's seeming defiance, arched itself to show more of its seductive winks, surrendering itself to the alpha.
Maximillian scoffed again, “Like father, like son.”
He pulled both Louis and Mikel by the balls and lined them side by side with Konstantin in the middle, cheek to cheek, and made all three of them perk their butt while spreading their ass cheeks wide. This time, Louis acquiesced.
The three young, handsome, bratty monarchs with an ass matching their attitude, he thought to himself.
To his left was Mikel’s little pink flesh pond clearing surrounded by his blonde forest crack, in the middle was Konstantin’s royal ass draped in purple toga with cheeks high and tight with its virgin hole bloomed red ready for deflowering, and lastly, Louis’s white lily ass, the palest, with firm and pert tight ass and purring hole looking just like his father’s when Maximillian had him in the same position.
He started with Mikel and planted a deep kiss on the hole, eliciting a moan and a momentary spasm on the hole. He pressed his head deep in the crack, getting his face smashed between the two bubbly yet firm and muscular asscheeks, and inhaled the familiar scent deep again while the soft hair tickled his whole face. He did not like hairs on his bitches, usually, but Mikel’s asshair was different. They were the source of the strong musky erotic smell that heightened Maximillian’s pleasure.
He then moved to Konstantin’s smaller but by no means less beautiful ass. With Konstantin spreading his asscheeks wide, the already bloomed hole was open for Maximillian’s hungry eyes. If before knowing the fact that the teasing slutty hole in front of him was a virgin made him a stalking predator, now he was a primal, ravenous carnivore. Drool formed on the corner of his mouth, and when the hole twitched slightly, Maximillian’s mind snapped as he lunged and devoured the tight, unopened Greek flower. Even Konstantin’s body was pushed forward up the body of the slave for a second before settling into a bent-over position over the slave’s body with his stomach resting there. This time, it did not need a keen eye to see the back of someone's head moving ravenously inside the cheeks; the citizens they passed on that road could clearly see that the Eastern Emperor was giving someone a feast in his ass.
Konstantin had to admit the man did have a strong head, as when he munched on Konstantin’s hole, his ass was moved up and down, jiggling as the result of Maximillian’s strong mouth exercise.
When Maximillian pulled his face, the hole was red and tender, ready for a breach, and God knew he was tempted. Maximillian knew, however, that he had to play it cool, and he knew in his bones it wouldn’t be long before the promised time.
Maximillian moved to Louis’s lily ass, pert and high, looking as snobbish as the owner and his father. He noted there were a lot of similarities between them, both were pale, tight, and uptight, with Charles slightly furrier while Louis was as smooth as a baby's butt. Of course, he preferred Louis’s younger and smoother butt; his preference for younger men wasn’t a secret after all.
Unlike his father, a single hard palm on the butt was enough to make it recognize its alpha. The uptight cheeks relaxed as Louis arched his back, presenting his thick red asslips. Another difference, Maximillian noted, as Charles’ asshole was tight and pink, granted, before he spanked the hell out of that hole, after which they looked pretty similar. It was not just how lascivious the hole looked that got Maximillian’s blood running; it was the particularly spunky smell that emanated from the hole. It was a musky after-sex smell, disgusting yet so manly, and it made Maximillian’s mouth water. When Maximillan’s mouth closed over the hole, and his tongue began licking the rim of the hole, the flesh moved as if it was truly purring, exhaling the musky smell straight into Maximillan’s mouth. When his tongue probed the fleshy gate, it opened right away as the tongue penetrated deeper. The tenderized flesh actively massaged his tongue, not for resisting, but for welcoming. The taste was sweeter than a wine, which was to say somewhat bitter, salty, and pungent, yet the masculine putrid flavor was very satisfying to Maximillian’s tongue.
The taste of the liquid that suddenly greeted his tongue when he prodded deeper gave Maximillian the tonguegasm like he had found ambrosia inside Louis’s butt. It was nothing like he had ever tasted before, yet the moment the new flavor hit his tongue, his brain went haywire as his cock jolted up obscenely. He knew some people’s ass could get wet a little bit with their “ass sweat”, though never enough for lubrication, and none that Maximillian had tasted this heavenly. The amount of liquid that Louis produced was a lot, almost like a woman. But if Maximillian hated the taste of pussy’s juice, he absolutely loved the taste of Louis’s salty “juice”.
Louis moaned in pleasure, arching his back even more when he felt Maximillian’s lips vibrate on his ass lips when The Western Emperor slurped down on his ass. His lusty expression was not missed by the crowd, who looked at him as the chariot passed them. His golden hair waved in the wind, and his rosy cheeks made him look even more licentious. When he looked back at Patrick, who had been dutifully riding a horse behind the chariot, keeping his distance alongside Maximillian’s sons, he felt the heat burning at the pit of his lower stomach where he assumed Patrick’s swimmers were. Their gaze met, and after giving his man a knowing look, he reached behind and pushed Maximillian’s head deeper, who grunted and slurped even harder when, as if a dam broke loose, a huge flow of “juice” flooded his mouth.
To say seeing the Western Emperor, the true emperor, the biggest man in Europe, on his knees drinking his cum like he hadn’t drunk for months made Patrick hard would be an understatement. His cock was bricked, and it had been a while since he was in a good position to look at all of those pretty asses, from Mikel, Konstantin, his beloved Louis, to even Maximillian’s ass, which was very visible from his vantage point. A fat dumper, all round fat with no muscle that could give Mikel a run for his ass money. His ass and legs were fuzzy, but his crack was smooth and pink with an even pinker hole.
Before, he tried to cover it, but the moment he saw Maximillian going to town hard on Louis while Louis’s expression hid no lie about what the Emperor was doing, it made his cock so hard that it hurt; he felt like it was about to burst out of his trousers. He did think the emperor probably didn’t know what he was eating, but seeing how the emperor loved his cum so much, it did make him proud.
To say Maximillian wasn’t curious about the delicious substance that he had been eating would be a lie, and he did want to know, to look at what he had been eating. Somehow, something inside his mind forbade him from looking as if he already knew what it was. After all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know the recent development in Frankish court, especially the rumors about barbarians penetrating Frankish crown figuratively and literally. The rumors that he heard sounded like the erotic fictions that his bards often recited at his particularly frisky private dinners, and in his private chambers, which they did, only he knew the rumors were no fiction.
When his curiosity won, he pulled his head away from the hole and spread the asscheeks open. With bated breath, he watched and waited, looking intently at the hole.
When Louis felt Maximillian pull his head away, he knew Maximillian was suspicious, and he contemplated what to do for a second. Ultimately, he didn’t really care, what will Maximillian do? Make a scene? So he pushed, not hard, but soft and slow.
A droplet of white substance was all Maximillian’s curious mind needed to see before it blocked all thought from coming in and lapped the liquid and Louis’s crack with his tongue. His eyes were fully closed.
Feeling the tongue back on his crack, Louis began twerking his butt as well, increasing the friction he felt on his tenderized sensitive asslips, which Maximillian happily ate with more gusto.
The “juice” wasn’t the only thing that Maximillian loved about Louis’s ass, but also the fact that the ass was actively participating in the ass eating got him going even more. It was as if the ass was actively trying to get pleasure from his tongue, and it knew how to get it. Further proof of the rumors wasn’t just a rumor. Maximillian never thought he would be pleasantly surprised by it, but he was, and he enjoyed it. More than he liked to admit.
What would Charles say if he could see his son turning into a slut? Even better, what would Charles say if his son was fucked silly and his ass was molded into the shape of Maximillian’s cock, his nemesis? He had stolen Charles’s best friend who secretly liked him, a potential daughter-in-law, the lands Charles won through war, and now he imagined stealing Charles’s son along with the crown and the title. He would turn Louis into his personal slut, which he knew would feel better than stealing Mary. Then he would shit on Charles’s throne, change their fleur-de-lis to three golden cocks, and then pissed on Charles’s grave.
And when he thought things couldn’t get any better, Maximillian suddenly had his head pulled out of Louis’s ass. He opened his eyes to the sight of three beautiful butts advancing on his face, which he accepted with a smile.
“I want to try something!” was what Konstantin said when the gate to the city of Rome was in sight, and after a few sneaky, jealous glances at Maximillian enjoying Louis’s butt more than he’d like.
He whispered his plan to Louis and Mikel, who were giggling like a bunch of boys.
So, after pulling Maximillian’s head away, the three musketeers pushed their asses to the Western Emperor’s head, with Mikel on the left, Louis on the right, and Konstantin in the middle, so his ass was directly on Maximillian’s face.
Their butts touched Maximillian’s head right as they passed the massive gate, and as they were greeted by the crowd of masses cheering at them, they too raised their hand cheering, laughing, and hooting like a bunch of fratboys while they wiggled their ass left and right, rubbing their smooth cheeks, and Mikel’s fuzzy ass, on Maximillian’s face whose smile only got wider as he inhaled the scent of ass-heaven.
It did help that his nose stuck in between Konstantin’s cheek, even as the young emperor wiggled his butt all over Maximillian’s face.
Citizens of Rome excitedly cheered as the parade passed by, the rare occasion when the peasantry could enjoy free food and merriment before they had to go back to the exhausting life of the Middle Ages, granted most of the people who got the front row place to see the Greek emperor were nobles. Even then, these nobles behaved no differently than the peasants when the slaves were passing them; their first instinct was to slap their palms up the slaves’ balls before driving their fingers up the slaves’ asses for a quick dip and shake. It had been a while since the nobles had any kind of slaves at all, despite their old empire was built on and ruined by it. However, their national spirit of a domineering Latin was hard to die, and to be the heart of Christianity, humiliating the Muhammadans who had been running around their land unchallenged was like a cherry on top of huge hairy Arab cakes. They leered at the slaves as they passed by, making sure they knew who was the dessert.
The city itself left Louis in awe. He always thought Paris was a huge, well-developed city, vibrant with culture, but it was nothing compared to Rome. Sure, both of the cities had their building made with masonry, but it was nothing compared to the carved stones making up the buildings in the bustling city, which, in hindsight, made Paris look like a small town in comparison. He knew coming to Rome was not a matter of vacation; he knew he was about to face a trial, and he had fortified himself ready for whatever trickery and mockery the Pope planned to throw at him, and he thought he was ready. But entering the city itself as the chariot traveled on the finely paved road passing magnificent mansions made of marble, the myriad amphitheatres, numerous painters’ galleries, and then the Colosseum itself, to say he was humbled would be an understatement. He was humiliated. He feared to imagine how beautiful Constantinople, the centre of culture of the Eastern Latin, where parties never end, or the Great City of Egypt, where the whole kingdom converted into one big massive city.
As the parade reached their destination, the plaza, an entourage of the welcome committee was already waiting for their arrival. Trumpets were blared and followed right after by a sweet song coming from the church boys singing in their falsetto like an angel, which intensified Maximillian’s revelry beneath the three musketeers’ asses.
Though the music was enchanting, it was the plaza itself that held Louis in awe. Right behind a huge park paved in marble with fountains and artificial gardens. What made Louis’s jaw drop, however, was the myriad of statues decorating the plaza like a gallery, or to be more precise, a forest of marble. These statues weren’t just any statues, they were the emperors of the old Latin Empire back during its glory days, with the famous five good emperors placed at the front of the plaza, all naked, baring their cocks with pride.
In front of the statues, between red-robed clergymen, the cardinals, were the Pope. It was Louis’s first time seeing him, but his papal tiara made it easy to recognize the man. He was way younger than Louis expected. The man was perhaps in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties, certainly the youngest Pope to ever ascend, and very German. With those attributes, it's no wonder he was cranky and strict. Louis could only imagine what people were talking about behind his back, but his sympathy was nowhere near the hatred Louis had for him. They never met, yet Louis could feel the boiling anger within him.
His father’s failures at the end of his life were mainly attributed to the Pope, who favored the Western Emperor, and it was clear as well from his courtiers that the Pope had no love for the Frankish either.
As they arrived, Louis watched as the Pope watched them intently, scrutinizing them in silence without saying a word. Stern, he had to if he wanted to be a Pope at such a young age, Louis could tell the man was calculating. His eyes kept watching in silence as the guards escorted them while he stood on a podium.
The chariot was parked quite a distance from the podium, but they could see each other very well. The Pope stood high above on the podium while everyone was below him. It was then that Louis saw the Pope frowned, as if he was seeing, or rather trying to see, something behind Konstantin.
If he had seen Maximillian’s face deep in Konstantin’s ass, the Pope did not seem to acknowledge it. “Welcome to the city of Rome, the Eastern Emperor, Konstantin Komnenos!” He welcomed them somewhat somberly, but the cheers from the people of Rome more than made up for the excitement that was lacking from the Pope.
Though he wasn’t exactly inhospitable, the Pope was definitely well-known to be unapproachable.
“We are but brothers separated by time. For too long, we had been estranged, competing with each other to show the Lord which one of us is his best son! But we do not forget! The people of Rome never forget the time when we were but one family under the holy empire, the Great Latin Empire, when we were brothers working for each other to serve our Lord. The time has come for us to work together once more, as brothers-in-arms, for us, the first of the five, will not let the infidels Muhammaddan ravage the lands of our brothers! Together, we will drive back the infidels and reclaim our holy cities!”
Konstantin did not seem to be at all too bothered by the Pope himself or his speech, and basked in the cheers from the people. He grinned devilishly, nothing sinister, as he wiggled his butt subtly rubbing his hole slightly, meeting Maximillian’s tongue with rapid strokes.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you to the people of Rome and their warm welcome! And the Pope himself for greeting us here, welcoming me as one of your own, and I do share the sentiment as well. I am definitely your brother, the much cooler and definitely the more fun brother!”
The Pope of the Eastern Church lowered his face and covered it with his hand, trying his best to hide from sight, while Konstantin was anything but jovial with his speech, his mischievous grin never disappeared. Away from the public sight who constantly cheered as he spoke, his ass was actively twerking on their leader’s face.
“And I know, seeing the state of this city, beautiful as she is, there is not much fun going on! And I had spoken with your man-in-charge, Maxy the Great, and he, too, agrees with me that his face is full of wrinkles from all of the drills he did. So, being the best and the fun man that I am, I decided to bring some fun to this city with these gifts! The filthy Muhammadans, cleansed and douched, are ready for use for the people of Rome!”
The Pope motioned with his hands for the slave to be lined up for the people as cheers and insults were thrown into the air. The guards had the slaves facing the crowd and open their mouths; without needing to be told, spits flew right away from the crowd, showering the slaves’ mouths and bodies. When the guard ordered the slaves to swallow whatever content ended up in their mouths, the slaves obeyed. They had been defeated, and their pride was broken long before they stepped on land.
“Enjoy, as your Emperor is currently enjoying the best piece of ass I have given him. Trust me, he’s slobbering on the best ass as we speak.”
“Together!” The Pope cut him off, “With the might of the West and East, we shall crush the infidels, and reclaim our holy lands!”
Konstantin rode around the plaza for a few laps, hand waving at the audience, as he revelled in the loud cheers from the people, before he was escorted to a massive residence complex, a marvel of Roman architecture.
“Right, that’s enough for you, asswipe,” Konstantin said when the chariot settled in a quiet courtyard, letting Maximillian slurp his ass a few more times, before pulling him by the hair away. He craned his neck to see Maximillian, who had his tongue extended, trying to reach the hole. “I bet you enjoy all of my sweat and ass juice, but if you want to continue licking, you need to clean my cock too.”
Everyone knew the only thing Maximillian ever gave to his partner was his cock, nothing else, even a head.
He looked at Konstantin, sneering at the cocky boy who didn’t even know Maximillian had all the cards. Still, he was patient; he knew that hole would be his soon, and besides, nothing he loved more than to break a cocky brat and watch them crashing down while he shoved his cock up their tight virgin chute. When he stood, his veiny 8” cock was leaking like a fountain of precum.
“I am going to enjoy breaking your cherry.” When he said that, his cock bounced and shot more pre-cum.
“Keep dreaming.”
“I will,” he said matter-of-factly as he stripped Konstantin off his toga with one swoop from his hand.
“Hey!”
“I will dream so good and piss my cum on this, and I will have you wear it when I take that juicy cherry of yours,” Maximillian rubbed the toga on his crotch with both hands as he sensually gyrated his crotch at Konstantin.
Konstatin didn’t seem disgusted or bothered by his own nudity, and instead, looked proud at the effect he had on Maximillian, “Heh, enjoy yourself, perv. Let’s go, bros. Let’s take this party elsewhere!”
Konstantin hooked his arms around Louis and Mikel’s shoulders as he pulled them both somewhere. Even as he walked, he knew Maximillian’s eyes were burning his ass that he swayed in such a way that it jiggled as he sauntered away, revealing a bit of his hole with each step. He heard Maximillian cummed, adding his cum on the toga, first of many, no doubt.
Hello! And finally, Louis has arrived in Rome and meets his cousin Konstantin, another emperor (albeit with a lot more legitimacy than him), oh, and phat ass Mikel is here too. I will I did not plan for the chapter to be this long, and was planning for it to be short and sweet, but the Western emperor had a fat dong and cannot be shortened, so here we are.
I can’t believe we’re finally a half quarter into the whole saga. It only took me years T^T Either way, it has been a journey, and I really, really love it, and all of the nice messages I got from all of you. In the next few chapters, I’ll be focusing more on Louis and Rome, as I feel I have been a bit neglectful of them. Either way, please keep following this series, and tell me what you think about it. I really appreciate every single email I got, and I am very happy for it.
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