Bred by the King [MM] [Breeding] [Worship] [D/s]

It all started when you told me I looked somewhat regal. I had asked if you wanted me to be your King and you’d answered with “Yes, my majesty.” From there, things escalated until I had stretched out on the couch, wearing a black robe, and you’d knelt down in front of me, serving me, worshipping your King’s body. I never thought a role play like that could turn me on like that.

But it did.

Because I owned you. You were my servant, my boytoy. Existing to please me.

And please me you did.

From then on, I’ve been your King and you’ve been the boy lavishing my body and cock with attention. This alternate world started to build in my mind; a world where you are the chosen one and all those other servants, male and female, have to wait their turn. Because the King is occupied. With you.

Today is the day though. The day where our little role play takes an even dirtier spin. I unlock the door to my apartment, still in my coat that shields me from the brisk weather outside, and then I notice that something is different. Your shoes are neatly placed in the corner of the hallway and your jacket hangs next to mine. You’re here. What a pleasant surprise.

I take off my shoes and coat and then take a look in the living room. No trace of you. So there is only one more place you can be. My bedroom. I start to undo the top button of my shirt and then push my fingertips against the ajar door. The sight that greets me makes excitement bloom in my stomach. You turned on one lamp, casting a warm glow over the bed. And you.

You’re kneeling on the bed, like a package, naked. You lift your head as the door creaks slightly. Your brown eyes seem dark in the dim light. “My majesty,” you say in greeting, straightening up a little. You dip your head as though you shouldn’t be looking directly at me. “I was sent to your chamber,” you tell me sheepishly. We’ve talked about this before, you naked on my bed, waiting for me, but the next thing you say completely throws me off my game. “It’s breeding day, they said.”

Oh Jesus fuck.

My cock swells at once, a surge of arousal zipping downward. You’re playing out my ultimate fantasy. My innocent boytoy, waiting to be bred, to be claimed by his King. His majesty. I take a step closer and unbutton my shirt in the process, coming up behind you. You turn your head with that shy smile still in place. You’re naked and ready, I can tell by the way your hole glistens with lube.

Without a word, I draw my thumb from your tailbone down, over your cleft and across your pucker. You shudder under my touch, holding back a moan, and your muscle tightens. The more I let the idea of breeding you settle in, the hornier I get. It’s such a primal thing to do, mount you, fuck you, breed you, have my royal come fill you up before plugging you with the golden plug I bought for you. Everyone will know that you’ve been bred by the King, that you belong to me. No one will ever touch you and if they do, I’ll make sure they suffer for it.

Those thoughts swirl through my mind as I pull off my shirt and drop it to the floor. Next, I unbuckle my belt and step out of my slacks. The sight of you, ready to be taken, has me aching. I strip off all my clothes and then climb up behind you, cock dangling heavily between us. I knead your ass and you moan, chest lowered to the bed, face hidden in the sheets. My hands draw slow circles, squeezing and then spreading your cheeks for me. *Fuck*. You did get ready for me so I wouldn’t have to warm you up.

While I examine you, you move your hands back to spread your cheeks, such a submissive gesture. You look flushed, red blooming on your face as I lean over you and place the underside of my hot, stiff shaft against your entrance, grinding slowly.

“You’re here to be claimed, boy?” I ask huskily, hands now next to your shoulders. You nod, fingers still holding yourself open. Quiet, so quiet…but you seem nervous. “Want your share of the King’s come, hm?” I place a gentle kiss on one shoulder, then the other.

“Yes…my leigh,” you mumble sweetly, pushing your ass up in invitation. I can’t resist. You’re offering yourself to me, giving me what I’ve craved for years. I reach around to dip my fingers in your mouth, ordering you to suck. You do as you’re told, licking my fingers so fucking eagerly my cock starts to leak and precum pools underneath the foreskin. Without further ado, I lather my shaft and tip up with your saliva, spreading it around until I’m satisfied and test how ready you are by dipping my index finger into your ass. You’re fucking wet and stretched for me. *My God.* You’ve thought of everything. No prep needed.

Your knuckles are white from gripping your cheeks and you give out the cutest little whimper, eyes closing as I replace my finger with my cockhead. Normally, you wear glasses, but you took them off for this. Your eyelashes fan out over your flushed cheeks and your lips are parted, head turned to the side.

I should tease you more, should dip in and out of your perfect hole, but instead, I line us up and then seal my chest to your back. My cockhead pops in immediately, opening you up further. You start panting as I enter you, not used to my length and girth just being shoved in like that, without any teasing, any foreplay. But this was the point. You’re here to be filled up and then sent your way. Groaning, I hook my arms under your shoulders, pinning you to my body as I thrust in to the hilt. My balls press against your ass, full with the seed you’re here to harvest, and I withdraw a little only to drive back in.

The sounds you make are utter perfection. You moan, gasp, whimper and then bury your face in the sheets when I start going faster, fully encased in you now. You’re fucking tight, sucking me in with each thrust and clutching tome whenever I bottom out. And when I do that, when my balls smack against your ass, you throw your head back, fingers now scrambling across the sheets. My body heats up in no time, grinding against yours while you sink down onto the mattress, unable to keep yourself on your knees. They are pushed together underneath you, the soles of your feet right there to feel my heavy balls swinging against your ass. I grunt and groan, lips going to the back of your ear. I know you like that. This spot drives you mad, so does gripping your throat in this position. I do that too.

Your head tilts back against my shoulder and your wrists twist in the sheets. Caught in a loop of arousal, the only sounds aside from the wet slide of my dick pounding your ass and my balls slapping against your skin are the ones you make. And I always get off on these.

“Ohmy–!” you cry and it almost sounds like a sob. “Fuu-h-uk.” This, what we are doing, is a selfish act of pleasure. A primal one. In this world, you’re here to offer yourself to me, seduce me, so you can get my seed. And given who I am, the King of an empire, it’s worth so much. You’re such a lucky boy, getting plowed and bred. This will change everything for you, forever.

My breathing accelerates at those thoughts, sinking further into the fantasy, and my arm tightens around your chest. With my other hand still on your throat, I can feel how you swallow, neck stretched. I pound you right into the mattress and lose myself in the rhythm for a moment before I pull myself up, breathless and so close coming. The tension in my groin is unbearable, balls drawn up tight, glutes clenching. My knees are next to your hips and I plant my hands on your back, pressing down as I watch my girthy cock slide into your hole. “Please, my majesty,” you beg and try to lift your ass a little, obedient as you are; it is this image that tips me over the edge. You really fucking want this too.

The heat that coiled in my stomach bursts forward and sparks of light begin flickering in front of my eyes. My muscles tense and quiver as my come shoots up my shaft and unloads inside you. Trembling, I thrust forward, deeper inside you and your ass clutches to me like a tight fucking fist, milking me further. My breath comes out in short huffs, body humming with rakes of pleasure as my balls clench and unclench, pumping you full of my seed.

Marking you.

“Fuck,” I mutter, slowly rolling my hips and letting my head dip forward, hands still on your back. You hum underneath me, pushing back to accommodate my entire length. I cannot help but smirk as you do that, so needy…despite the way you whimper and pant when I began fucking you in earnest. “It’s official,” I rasp, straightening up to watch how my come-slick shaft slides in and out of your hole by the way you move. “You’re mine now. Bred by your King.”

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