Chamberboy Cory

The King was a large man... a firmly fleshed man in his forties... with a lovely Queen and three lovely daughters... he'd seen battle and some of his muscles had now slowly turned to fatty tissue, but he was still a proud figure of a man. Long legs, broad shoulders, and with a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, the kind of man who LOOKS like a King...

And he was beloved.

However, there was something that most of the subjects of his Kingdom didn't know about King Harold... something that his newest chamber boy -- Cory -- was about to learn. Cory was everything King Harold was not... slight, thin, bookish, and despite the fact that he was 18 he hadn't managed to grow more than a few thin, blondish hairs on his chin. So he'd taken to shaving, rather than admit that he couldn't get hair to grown successfully on his face...

However, slight, almost womanly Cory was exactly to King Harold's taste in a chamber boy, and so it was when the major domo brought Cory to King Harold's chambers for the first time, the King was eagerly awaiting the newest member of his staff, wearing nothing but a dressing robe.

"Your Majesty," said the Major Domo, bowing, "Young Cory of Stafford."

"Cory," The King said gravely, nodding his head at the nervously bowing young man. Then he nodded his head at the Major Domo who immediately left the room. Cory stood there, bowing and blushing, completely at a loss as to what to do. Then King Harold moved in front of him.

"Rise," said the King, and Cory did so immediately, finding that he was almost a full head shorter than the imposing figure of the regent. The King inspected Cory's face with interested and alert eyes, his gaze traveling down the neat-looking uniform that the young man was wearing, and then the King began to walk around Cory in a circle, making the poor young man even more nervous.

"I like to inspect all my chamber boys," the King said smiling, as he came back into Cory's line of vision, "To make sure they suit me."

"I'll suit you, Your Majesty," Cory said eagerly, "I know I will, this is such an honor that you've bestowed on me and my family, thank you so much Your Highness."

The King smiled at Cory's babbling thanks, "I think you'll suit me too, although one of the things that I require is that my chamber boys do exactly as I command."

"I can do that, Your Majesty," Cory said, with an eager little bobbing bow.

Smiling, with slightly hooded eyes, the King said, "Well, I can see what a fine figure you cut in these clothes, but they don't show me very much about yourself as a young man... I'd like you to take off your uniform so that I can see what kind of man you are."

It was a slightly strange request, but only because it was coming from the King himself... Cory had disrobed before any number of officials who wanted to check him for blemishes or signs of the devil... however, Cory was not about to do anything to jeopardize his royal appointment. The young man quickly began disrobing under the King's watchful eye, including his undergarments when the King gestured.

Nodding thoughtfully, the King made another circle around Cory... and then started a third, this time running his hands over the young man's arms, legs, back and waist... Cory couldn't help but shiver at the power in those hands. He could feel a tingling in his loins, the kind he got whenever the milkmaids at his father's estate had rubbed their bosoms against his chest in passing... however, Cory was a complete innocent, having lived at his country-side estate for his entire life, and that was exactly how the King liked it.

Cory was absolutely shocked when King Harold got into his knees, kneeling in front of Cory.

"Your... Your Majesty... I..." he stammered.

"Be still," the King murmured, his strong hands rubbing against Cory's upper thighs in an unfamiliar and unsettling way, making the young man weak in the knees with the tingling sensations running through his body. "Ah yes..." the King murmured again as he cupped Cory's balls, and Cory's manhood started to swell. Then, to Cory's even more intense shock, King Harold leaned forward and took Cory's swelling manhood into his mouth.

Shuddering and groaning, Cory's hips drove forward of their own accord... it was the first time in his life that someone other than himself or the physician had touched his manhood, and certainly no one had ever done it like this! He'd played with it before, bringing himself to a great deal of pleasure -- and mess -- but this sensation of a wet tongue gliding along his length, the suction of a mouth, lips pressing wetly against his groin as the King's beard rubbed against his almost hairless body... Cory found to his horror that his hands were in the King's hair, the cold metal of the crown brushing his fingers...

Quickly he pulled his hands away, holding them aloft in the air, unsure of what to do.

Pulling his mouth away from Cory's manhood -- leaving the young man whimpering with the loss of sensation -- King Harold smiled and said softly, "It's ok Cory... now come over here, with me."

Manhood erect, Cory took the King's hand and followed him -- as if in a daze -- over to the large armchair near the nightstand. The King pulled off his dressing gown, and Cory could see that the King's manhood (larger than his own) was also erect. Sitting down on the chair, the King reached over to the nightstand and picked up a jar of cream, looking up at Cory he smiled again and moaned a little as he dug his fingers into the cream and then began spreading it on his own swollen erection.

"Now turn around," the King whispered lustily, "I want you to sit on my lap... don't worry, I'll guide you."

Cory didn't know what the King meant really, but he obediently turned around and then started to sit, feeling the King's large hands on his buttocks, pulling them slightly apart... and then he felt something pressing at his anus and he jumped a little.

"It's ok Cory," The King said, his voice throatier than it had been a moment before, "Just keep sitting."

King Harold's hands pulled at his body, gravity making his legs weak, and Cory started to sit in the King's lap... the cool creamy head of the King's manhood pressed into his anus and Cory whimpered at the strange ache it created.

"It's ok Cory," King Harold repeated, rubbing the young man's buttocks soothingly, "I know it hurts right now, it'll get easier, and then it'll start to feel good... very good."

Cory wasn't so sure... it hurt a lot... he groaned as his virgin anus stretched open to receive the King's cock... everything about it hurt, and he let out a whimper as the head popped into him. The King groaned, his hands flexing on Cory's waist as the young man's virgin ass was opened to him... he pulled Cory down, ignoring the whimpering moans that were the closest thing to protest that Cory dare utter... the young man's velvet tight ass enveloped him, squeezing his hard cock...

In pain, Cory wriggled as much as he was able to, trying to work his way through the discomfort... he'd heard of the way between a man and a woman but he'd never heard of anything like this... but Cory knew his duty. His duty was to please his King, and right now King Harold was making very pleased noises as he lifted the young man up on his lap and pushed him back down. Cory's ass spasmed at the abuse as the King began to thrust beneath him, deflowering his hole, pushing in and out, invading him...

The King's hand reached around and began to stroke Cory's manhood back to hardness - he'd been so lost in the pain of losing his anal virginity that he hadn't even noticed he'd gone soft... now a strange mix of sensations flowed through him, the pleasure of the experienced hand on his manhood warring with the discomfort in his backside. Slowly his body adjusting to the rear assault, the King's firm grip on his manhood helping it along... Cory could feel the King, hot and hard inside his body... and found he was moaning with pleasure.

Both of them rocked back and forth in the chair, the King taking his pleasure in deflowering his newest chamberboy as Cory shuddered with the new sensations that were coursing through his body, he found himself actively pushing back against the King's hard spear, finding pleasure in the slight ache of his backside as the King pushed through it again and again.

As King Harold's hand tightened on his manhood, Cory could feel the King swelling inside of him, and as hot spurts of liquid flowed into his body, Cory jerked and could feel his own release spilling out over the King's hand and their thighs... they groaned together in mutual ecstacy, shuddering with the fantastic rapture, and the King was VERY pleased.