The King's Consort

The King’s Prize-4

Pan recounted an abridged version of his nineteen years and as he spoke the king listened intently, asking questions here and there, laughing when Pan said something funny and never once taking his eyes from him as he talked about the years of loneliness and of back-breaking farm work.

Then, towards the end of Pan’s tale, Seronisis stood up. Pan fell silent, his eyes riveted on the king as he began to remove his clothing. When he lifted the fine cloth of his robe over his head Pan saw the king’s c**k for the first time and it was beautiful, already rigid against the dark, curly pubic hair. Pan averted his eyes, embarrassed that the king should expose himself so deliberately.

Seronisis padded over to the bed and sat down beside Pan.

“You’re a special boy,” he said, sliding the side of his hand down the smooth skin of Pan’s cheek.

Pan swallowed.

Seronisis leaned forward and their lips met in a tender kiss. Pan’s skin began to tingle and his c**k, which had grown hard, slapped against the skin of his stomach. He closed his eyes and let the king lower him onto the firm mattress. Wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies locked together, their kisses became passionate. Seronisis sucked Pan’s top lip, gently scraping his teeth over it before he pushed his firm tongue further into the boy’s eager mouth, exploring it and entwining it around the boy’s tongue.

Reluctantly he removed his lips from Pan’s though it was only to place them on the boy’s lightly-haired n*****s, taking one each at a time into his mouth and gently sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Pan writhed beneath Seronisis’ powerful body, moaning, yet eager to taste the king’s erect member.

But the king’s mouth did not go where Pan expected it to. Seronisis planted a trail of kisses from one n****e to the other and then down Pan’s narrow waist to his hip. He then pulled the boy towards him, turning him over so that he might continue the line of kisses across his back and over his buttock into the crease. With all the tenderness of a lover he pulled the firm, fleshy cheeks apart and deposited a kiss on the furry hole that nestled there. Pan’s eyes widened at first, surprised that anyone should bring their lips to that part of his body, but then he shuddered as the king’s probing tongue set his body alive with warm waves of ecstasy. A moan escaped his lips. Encouraged, the king continued, licking Pan’s musty hole with long, broad licks; his warm breath on the puckered skin sending tingles up the boy’s spine.

When the pale pink skin had been licked to a darker shade, Seronisis flipped Pan back over and swallowed his hard c**k until he could feel its swollen head on the back of his throat. Pan, carried away by the twin pleasures of Seronisis sucking his steel-hard tool and his own hands roaming sensually over his taut body, could do no more than moan, though he grimaced when Seronisis slipped a finger into his spit-lubed arsehole and began finger f*****g it.

Pan’s breathing became more rapid, and deeper. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in enough oxygen to supply the demands of his lungs. His prostate hardened beneath the king’s expert finger and his hips gyrated beneath its touch. A fire had begun in his groin and was spreading rapidly throughout his body, building ever fiercer until at last he thought he would explode. And then he did. Thrusting his c**k as deeply as it would go, Pan emptied his balls down the king’s throat, sending a thirst-quenching load of sweet boy-c*m into the monarch’s gut. The king, licking his c*m-covered lips and smiling, removed his finger from the boy’s hole.

“I’m sorry,” Pan apologised imagining that he’d committed some breach of royal protocol.

“What for?” asked the king as he slid up the mattress to join him.

“Well...” Pan began. “I mean, you didn’t…”

The king laughed and fell back onto the bed.

“That’s all right, my boy. I got what I wanted. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

Pan gushed. “Of course I did. I’ve never had anyone do those things to me. What pleasures there are in a tongue, in a finger! If I had known of these delights earlier, I should have sought them every day. Dare I say, Sire, that if you would like to experience my body again….”

“Hold your tongue, boy,” laughed Seronisis. “I’m not as young as you are. It takes me longer to recover.”

Pan curled up by the king’s side, his head tucked into the king’s armpit and his body bathed in a warm, post-coital glow. He breathed in the king’s manly scent and examined the king’s n****e. He watched the fleshy nub rise and fall with each breath the king took. The motion mesmerised him, making him feel drowsy, until they both drifted into a restful asleep.