Royal Debauchery

The painting is awesome. A tall slender 25-year-old man in royal attire is standing nobly in the centre. He is surrounded by four 18-year-old boys, two of them with an androgenous look. They all seem passive, Omega style. Brown and golden tones give the painting a solemn look. Everyone’s gaze is penetrating and we feel a powerful bound. The boys make up a foursome, but with the commanding look of the older young man, you can not resist imagining an orgy, a royal debauchery.

The focus of this painting is Prince Kraison, son of King Rama I, founder of the Rattanakosin Kingdom and first monarch of Siam, now Thailand. The king ascended the throne in 1782 and was celebrated as the founder of Bangkok. Prince Kraison is recorded as the first openly gay member of Thailand’s royal family. He supported an all-male theatre group, enjoying intimate friendships with several of its actors. While this led to an investigation, it ultimately caused little scandal, probably because Kraison was just one of the 42 children born to Thailand’s first monarch.

The presence of a pet boy, usually between the ages of 18 and 20, by the side of the prince is part of the decor. The king’s servants, courtiers and subjects witness it during all of Kraison’s activities: meals, walks, reading sessions, exercises, visits in the company of the king, and during his sleep, of course. The prince never fails to have a manly presence by his side. He loves to hold hands and to kiss his partner of the moment. Their lips meet gently at first, but in less than a minute their tongues get all tangled together. People around them applaud and the voluptuous embrace is quickly called KiKi or the Kraison Kiss. In private, the prince is a more dominant kisser. He enjoys slapping the cheeks, spitting in the boy’s face, licking the saliva and shoving his tongue in the mouth to get sucked by a cute slave. They both get a hard-on and end up sucking each other’s cock until all the man juice has been pumped and swallowed.

Every other day, Kraison does exercises to develop his pecs. His trainer is a virile-looking boy who likes to worship muscles. Once his master displays firm manly boobs, he’s in for a surprise. The trainer shows up with a chest harness made of tightly fitted rope. He installs the gear and the prince is totally amazed, in full admiration. The harness not only makes his deep pink nipples stand out, but attracts the trainer’s tongue and full mouth. The prince’s tits are son sensitive that each tickling lick makes him moan with pleasure. When the macho boy starts to suck on the royal mammary halo, Kraison’s cock hardens, stretches like the one of a stallion in heat, and begins to squirt out droplets of precum.

The prince feels like a queen about to breastfeed her child. He dreams of suckling milk, at least a white nectar. He orders his trainer to kneel down doggy style, and he shoves his slender rod inside the begging asshole already lubricated. He rams his dick inside with so much energy that you could think his life depended on the magnitude of the penetration. The trainer has never been so close to total sexual gratification. He shouts loud and clear cries of encouragement:

“I want to feel you more deeply!”

“I want my ass to bounce at the rhythm of your cock!”

“I want you to be like a stallion buggering a mare savagely!”

“You’re my fucker master!”

“I’m your fuckee slave!”

On that note, Kraison floods the hungry fuck chute with ropes of white gold. It’s not over until the creamy load is regurgitated from the divine asshole. Inside out because the prince wants to taste every drop. He positions himself to felch his man juice. He savors every lump of his own sap and saves the last squirts to butter his trainer’s mouth. Some would call it Holy Communion!

The prince’s all-male theatre group is known to be luxurious, with all the expensive clothing and jewelry provided by the gay member of the royal family. Some actors need to dress up as females while performing. They also dress up that way at public occasions like Loi Krathong festival. The name can be translated as “to float ritual vessels or lamps”, and comes from the traditions of making krathong or buoyant, decorated baskets which then float on a river. Loy Krathong takes place on the evening of the full moon of the twelfth month in the traditional Thai lunar calendar. In the Western calendar, this usually falls in the month of November. Why am I bringing up this particular festival? Because the prince gathers his male lovers shown on the painting for a choreography called “floating on the clouds”. You will see the link to two expressions mentioned in the first paragraph of this story: an orgy, a royal debauchery.

During the floating on the clouds’ choreography, Kraison invites the most effeminate boy to kiss him and to lick his soft beautiful open mouth. The boy’s black lipstick gives him a vampire look and that excites the prince who is prone to kinky sex. The other androgenous lover licks and plays with Kraison’s nipples. Every pinch and every twist trigger moans of painful pleasure. A virile boy is invited to suck the prince’s uncut cock. He first buries his face in the dick silk (pubic hair), swallows the balls in a pop-in-pop-out way, then pulls on the foreskin to reveal the turtle’s head. He’s ready to engulf the yummy eggroll, his saliva acting as a plum sauce.

The very macho lover’s role is to rim and fuck Kraison’s royal butt. Since the prince knows that a sweaty ass is prized by a grad rimmer, he didn’t take a shower after his exercises. The manly aroma of his crack and the taste of his ass juice predispose the fucker to treat him like a slut and that is total bliss. Passive or active, Kraison’s rule is no rubber, bareback is a must. He likes it thick and rather long. On one occasion, an actor had compensated for the small size – length and girth – of his of dick by inviting his twin brother to double fuck the prince with him. On this evening of the full moon, there is no need for extra help. The macho lover is well-equipped to do the job. He spits on his stiff rod and shoves it in the peachy butt with an energy that exceeds all expectations, as royal as it may be. The prince pleads for a deeper penetration. To own a lover, he wants to feel him inside the velvet canal, occupying all the space as tight as a clench fist. The vigorous thrusts trigger moans of pleasure from both fucker and fuckee. They try to delay the eminent eruption to savor that special pleasure as long as possible. Their jets of jizz are a mark of milky appreciation.

In this choreography, each actor has played his role simultaneously, propelling the prince on cloud nine.