The Divided Kingdom

PRELUDE

Josh's imagination; he was fucking Clint from behind while he stroked Clint's 10 inch hard cock. They were both yelling at the top of their voices like wild animals, their sweaty bodies made them slimy. Josh's other hand locked Clint's throat in a firm grip, Clint felt like he was choking but didn't care. Right now all that mattered was Josh's 11 inch cock crushing his tight but willing hole. As crazy as it seemed, they were going to come at the same time, Josh felt too tensed to even think about pulling out before coming, they were both in tears, they were both finally having what they had long wished for, nothing in the world mattered right now....... hold on, I think I'm a little ahead of myself, I've got to rewind a bit, I've got to tell the story from the very begining. 

CHAPTER ONE

Long time ago, in the kingdom of Vor, men were men. Hardly could you spot any man in this kingdom who didn't have a dominant and we'll built appearance. This was so long ago, in the age of horses, brutal wars between kingdoms and unrestrained sex.

Vor was divided into four major parts. They used to live as one, but became blood rivals after the discovery was made that in the heart of the land, there was a tree with fruits that had the capacity to heal even the deadliest of diseases and even bring the dead back to life. 

The division came as a result of the fact that the king, Lord Seth, had four sons, and each intended on finding and  keeping the tree and it's fruits for them selves.

After the division, as days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and years turned into decades and centuries, the king and his sons died, and the tree became more of a myth, however, the division remained. 

The peculiar thing about these four territories was that each became stuck in some sort of season freeze, each territory was stuck with a single season year round. That was how they were identified, winter, Autumn, Spring and Summer . They believed it was a curse from the gods as a punishment for their division. Living with a particular season year round wasn't easy and it brought about the necessity for each of these territories to go about raiding and taking spoils from other smaller villages and kingdoms.

Josh, the young king and leader of the Winter territory had the habit of taking male slaves and using them as sex slaves in his kingdom. Infact, he became more interested in fucking male holes than he was in finding the legendary tree.

On a fateful day, his soldiers raided a nearby city and brought back the spoils. This time, the men in chains were much but amongst them was a tall, muscular, dominant looking young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. After all was said and done, Josh called for that particular stud for him to be brought to his royal chambers privately.

Josh himself was well built with his chiseled abs, and obvious remarkable strength announced by his muscular arms. Josh had seen many men, but nothing could make him more horny than he himself. With all his amazing features and 11 inch cock. Josh was muscular yet slim in a sexy and boyish way, he considered himself the sexiest creature alive, in his twenty five years of existing on earth, he never thought someone could make him feel the way this strange slave was making him feel.

Now it was just Josh and this strange slave in his royal bedroom chamber. The slave seemed so confident and unruffled by Josh's show of control. Everyone always felt intimidated around this young king, but there was something strange about this particular slave.

The slave was in chains, but even in chains, he appeared to be sending out telekinetic waves of dominance and control into Josh's mind. Josh tried every thing possible to make the slave feel uncomfortable and vulnerable but the slave just stared into Josh's eyes with great confidence.

What's your name? Josh asked. The slave replied, Clint. The sound of Clint's voice carried so much manliness that it almost made Josh shiver.

Josh: you don't seem worried.

Clint: that's beacuse there's nothing to worry about.

Josh: do you think so, are you aware your life is in my hands right now?

Clint: (scoffs) I doubt the truthfulness of that statement.

Josh: I'm a king, it's not a statement, it's a decree!

Clint: what do you want from me?

Josh: call me your "Lord" and kneel to me!

Well, Clint refused to obey Josh and Clint was tied up and whipped. Josh ordered that he should be taken to the torture chamber. The more Clint was whipped, the more he strongly resisted calling Josh "Lord".

Clint was tortured, his clothes were stripped, the view of his stark naked body melted Josh. The fact that someone, a mere slave was having this much control over Josh infuriated him. Josh felt his his dick getting hard while staring at Clint's nude body. Clint's abs were more vivid than his, his dick, though not erect appeared to be around 8 inches. His black curly-long hair and the sweat that rolled down Clint's body, it all made Josh horny, he quickly ordered that Clint should be left in shackles and without food for the next one day. Josh paced back to his bedroom in anger.

There were about five men waiting in King Josh's room to satisfy his sexual desires as they always did every night, but Josh drove them all out. Josh was angry about one thing; he was the king and had all the power in the kingdom, but somehow, this Clint of a man had some strange power over him, Clint didn't say much but Josh felt like between both of them, Clint was the dominant male and the only space left was the submissive role. And Josh had never played that role all his life, worse of all, he somehow suddenly liked being submissive, just for Clint alone. It wasn't long before Josh stripped himself and began stroking his already rock-hard dick, with Clint's naked body in his mind, it wasn't up to two minutes before he began to release splash upon splash of hot, thick, white, sweet man juice. In less than three minutes, Josh was drowned in his own come. He dragged his royal bed sheets closer and entangled himself in it, feeling ashamed for what Clint was doing to his mind, yet deep within, he felt happy, he couldn't wait to set eyes on Clint once more. All through the night only one image filled his mind, "Clint"