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This is one of my fantasies. I fantasize about being sexually desired by an older man with power, with authority, and with means, like a King.
So...in this fantasy I a prisoner in a foreign land, in a kingdom. The guards escort me, my hands cuffed, out of my cell and to the King's bedroom. After entering, the doors shuts behind us and the guards are still there, one on each side of me, their rifles ready to shoot me if I tried to get away. There on a luxurious round bed surrounded by curtains, laying on his side in a sexy manner and in nothing but his underwear, is the King of this Kingdom. He is probably in his late 60s early 70s. I am 41, but look and feel younger.
He eyes me up and down, undressing me with his eyes and smiling devilishly. I am very uncomfortable. "Uncuff him," he tells the guards who do so. "Take off your shirt," he demands of me. I refuse, and one of the guards whacks me in the back of the knee with their rifle making me hit the ground. "Don't hurt him!" The King yelled. "I need him nimble for what is going to happen." WHAT? WHAT is going to happen? I am so scared. "Now take off your shirt." This time I do, and my skinny shaved-smooth chest with my rather fat nipples and very pink areolas are exposed. "Nice," says the King, licking his lips. "Now remove your pants but keep your undies on." I hesitate, but one of the guards makes a motion like he was going to hit me again, so I decide to quickly unzip, unbutton and take off my pants. My shaved-smooth panty line and pubic area, as well as my smooth stomach and long legs, are all exposed and again getting the King excited. My panties remains on me, though my cock was so hard it was almost pushing them off.
"Come here," the King ordered, ushering me over with a motion of his head, with that "come-hither" look guys would use to seduce a woman. A smile was still all across his face. I reluctantly, slowly, walk over, looking back at the guards, wondering if they will stay here any longer.
I slide on to the bed, it is very soft, he snuggles close to me, our bodies touching. "You are very sexy," the King compliments. He starts running his hands through my hair, then rubbing my body like I am some toy. "Come closer." He was softly pulling me to him, then under him. The King straddles me, his fat, hairy chest and stomach against my skinny, smooth chest and stomach, his cock against mine, his legs spread about me, holding me down. shaking and sweaty, he grabs my face at my chin very hard, squeezing my lips up into a kissing pose, making them pucker, and then slams his face against mine. His lips swallowing mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
He gropes me all over, his royal hands working their way from the back of my neck, down my spine, to the small of my back, then he grabs and pinches my buttcheeks, before putting his finger into my hole. Meanwhile, he is exploring my mouth with his tongue, then moves to my ears, my neck, my shoulders, down to my chest. There he bit onto my nipples and started sucking.
Initially hesitant, sacred, embarrassed, and shy, I can't stop how instinctive it became, how hot and horny my body has become, and I started kissing and groping back. My breathing getting harder and faster, starting to match the King's. Fuck it, I decided, might as well just get into it, and I went to take down my panties. But just then I felt the King's hand forcefully grab mine...
"Stop," he said." We can't go that far." What I would find out later is that in this Kingdom the King (and maybe other guys) can not be totally naked with anyone and can not have intercourse unless they are married, a rule and taboo that even the King himself can not break. And yes, here, in this fantasy, either gay marriage is the norm, or it is okay if not expected for the King, at least. "We need to get married," the King explained.
"Then I guess we'll never go that far," I said. "Since we won't get married."
"Why not?"
"I am a prisoner here, and a foreigner, and a guy."
"I will make you my Prince, and here homosexuality is the norm, not the exception. This would be normal for my Kingdom. You will be rich beyond your dreams, pampered, and when I am away, as my Prince, you'd be in charge. You'll rule the Kingdom with me."
It was very enticing, but to give up my whole life? Everything I have known up until then? Yet I would be rich, somewhat powerful, and never have to worry about anything ever again. And all I had to do was be the King's sexual plaything, satisfy him sexually whenever he demanded it. "I want to fuck your ass bad," the King admitted. "And I can't unless we are married. "
"What if I say no?"
"Then, since I can't have you and you have been convicted of being a spy, you will be executed."
I gulped, then said, "Okay, I guess. I'll marry you."
We both got up out of the bed, me in my panties, the King in tight speedos. Ceremonial robes, and nothing else, were put on us, and a royal official, like a Constable or Justice of the Peace, came in. We all went out to the balcony, as it was explained everything must be witnessed by the people of the Kingdom.....EVERYTHING... The wedding...and the "consumation," when he fucks me anally.
The square below is crowded with people, like at the Vatican when the Pope is around, and all their eyes are glued to this balcony or to large TV screens placed throughout the square.
"Do you, the King, take Chrissy to be your lawfully-wedded husband?" The Constable asks.
"I do" says the King loudly so the crowd hears him.
"Do you, Chrissy," the Constable turned to me, "submit yourself to the authority of the King as his husband?"
There's an awkward pause. The crowd gasps. The King and his guards glare at me, ready to execute me right there on the spot if I said no.
Finally I decide. "I do." "Louder!" The crowd yells. "I do!" I scream with embarrassment.
"Then I pronounce you lawfully wed," the Constable declares.
Before I could take another breath, the King pulls off my robe, bends me over and with so much anticipation built up, so much wanting, he literally rips the panties off of me, they fall into the crowd who fights for them as a trophy. I am bent over naked, my ass up and out with the crowd able to see it, plus it was being televised live on those large screens throughout the village, and the King starts tearing into my ass. Slamming his cock in and out with so much force, so much power, he's been wanting to do this for a long time. It hurts badly, I am screaming, but he continues. In and out, up, up....getting deeper and hurting more each time. I thought my eyes were going to pop out. He spanks and slaps my ass.
Then he starts shaking, squirming, putting his head up and about to pound his chest as he yells out in ecstasy....his cock blowing his cum, his sperm, his DNA all over my insides. The King has conquered me. At that exact moment, fireworks are set off and the crowd applauded and cheered.
"Now the marriage has been consummated," the Constable declared.
After that, I do nothing but serve the King as his concubine and servant, usually only wearing my panties, lingerie or just a robe. Being his sexual toy. But finally one day he was out of town on a diplomatic mission, and I, as the Prince, was now in charge. It felt so good to have that type of power and authority, and I am the type that tries not to abuse it but to be a good, moral, benevolent ruler. When the King is gone, I am The Man, everyone bows to me and obeys my every command. The guards call me, "Sir" or "Your Majesty." When the King is home, I am back to being a submissive sex slave.
And this is one of my most favorite fantasies. What is yours? And did you like it?
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-Chrissy
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