So this wouldn’t leave my brain, so have a direct sequel, i.e. more porn.
They kiss, their lips and tongues sliding slowly against each others. The point isn’t their personal enjoyment; they have to make it look good for their master. After all, they wouldn’t be here if not for him. They have to demonstrate their gratitude for this second chance they were given.
Connor’s hand quickly finds his father’s hardness, straining against the fabric of his breeches. He rubs it through the fabric, feels it reacting to his touch. Haytham lets out little groans and moans. Connor knows they’re more for the king’s benefit than caused by real need, and he can appreciate it.
He feels King Washington’s gaze tracking their actions. The weight of it pushes him forward, makes him untie the obstructing breeches and close his right hand around his father’s cock. He kisses him again as he starts stroking lazily, forcing pleas from Haytham’s lips as soon as he leaves them. As this is not about him, but about their master, Connor stays unmoved and continue with his slow rhythm, making sure Haytham won’t be pushed over the edge too soon.
He’s so focused on this task that he doesn’t notice the king moving to join them until he feels hands spreading his knees apart. King Washington is behind him, roughly pushing two barely oiled fingers inside of him. That doesn’t matter; Connor can take it. He does everything he can not to let the new sensations mess with the rhythm he imposed to Haytham. The king adds another finger, and Connor has to use his left hand to steady himself on his father’s shoulder if he wants to maintain his position on his knees. His breathing is harsh. Even if he just came, he knows he’ll be hard again in a few minutes. The king loves to use the fact that he’s much younger than Haytham and he, and his body, much easier to entice, against him. King Washington’s other hand is suddenly around him, and that’s all it takes to make him completely hard. His strokes are hard and fast, the goal being to make Connor shatter as quickly as possible, another way to display his dominance over them.
He feels heat and wetness on his hand and the skin of his belly. Haytham came. Connor can now use his right hand to hold himself upright. Haytham’s arms wrap themselves around his waist, giving him support and pushing him against his stronger frame. The hand on him becomes even rougher, almost to the point of discomfort. There’s a sharp pain coming from his shoulder; King Washington has bitten him. He knows he’s speaking, but he has no idea what he’s saying. Finally, he feels another finger trying to worm its way inside of him, and he’s overcome by the pain and pleasure.
Connor crumbles in his father’s arms, exhausted. He smiles tiredly as his master kisses the back of his neck and tells him how proud of him he is for doing so well.
The king rises and leaves to clean himself up. He won’t be back soon. That’s fine, it will give Connor time to recover. Ruling a kingdom is a very time-consuming occupation. Connor is just happy he can help him to do it in his own way. He’ll stay here, in front of the throne, ready for him when he comes back.
Re: Connor & Haytham, pleasuring the King (bonus)
They kiss, their lips and tongues sliding slowly against each others. The point isn’t their personal enjoyment; they have to make it look good for their master. After all, they wouldn’t be here if not for him. They have to demonstrate their gratitude for this second chance they were given.
Connor’s hand quickly finds his father’s hardness, straining against the fabric of his breeches. He rubs it through the fabric, feels it reacting to his touch. Haytham lets out little groans and moans. Connor knows they’re more for the king’s benefit than caused by real need, and he can appreciate it.
He feels King Washington’s gaze tracking their actions. The weight of it pushes him forward, makes him untie the obstructing breeches and close his right hand around his father’s cock. He kisses him again as he starts stroking lazily, forcing pleas from Haytham’s lips as soon as he leaves them. As this is not about him, but about their master, Connor stays unmoved and continue with his slow rhythm, making sure Haytham won’t be pushed over the edge too soon.
He’s so focused on this task that he doesn’t notice the king moving to join them until he feels hands spreading his knees apart. King Washington is behind him, roughly pushing two barely oiled fingers inside of him. That doesn’t matter; Connor can take it. He does everything he can not to let the new sensations mess with the rhythm he imposed to Haytham. The king adds another finger, and Connor has to use his left hand to steady himself on his father’s shoulder if he wants to maintain his position on his knees. His breathing is harsh. Even if he just came, he knows he’ll be hard again in a few minutes. The king loves to use the fact that he’s much younger than Haytham and he, and his body, much easier to entice, against him. King Washington’s other hand is suddenly around him, and that’s all it takes to make him completely hard. His strokes are hard and fast, the goal being to make Connor shatter as quickly as possible, another way to display his dominance over them.
He feels heat and wetness on his hand and the skin of his belly. Haytham came. Connor can now use his right hand to hold himself upright. Haytham’s arms wrap themselves around his waist, giving him support and pushing him against his stronger frame. The hand on him becomes even rougher, almost to the point of discomfort. There’s a sharp pain coming from his shoulder; King Washington has bitten him. He knows he’s speaking, but he has no idea what he’s saying. Finally, he feels another finger trying to worm its way inside of him, and he’s overcome by the pain and pleasure.
Connor crumbles in his father’s arms, exhausted. He smiles tiredly as his master kisses the back of his neck and tells him how proud of him he is for doing so well.
The king rises and leaves to clean himself up. He won’t be back soon. That’s fine, it will give Connor time to recover. Ruling a kingdom is a very time-consuming occupation. Connor is just happy he can help him to do it in his own way. He’ll stay here, in front of the throne, ready for him when he comes back.