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THE MONARCH'S
SECRETS-- Part 1 by CAPTOR
King
Eburhart had been on the throne for nearly twenty years. He had ascended the
throne when he was a newly married seventeen year old prince. His father, the
King had been slain in a battle and Eburhart had become the king. He was a
robust giant and was very popular with his people. He still commanded the
respect and affection of everyone in the small wealthy kingdom.
Sitting on the throne was an
ordeal for him as it had been made to seat kings of normal builds! Not a
colossus like him! King Eburhart had to squeeze himself into the
cushioned seat. The throne creaked in protest as his huge buttocks settled
down. His enormous thighs were sheathed in yellow silk hose. On his
expansive upper body, he wore a shirt of the finest linen embellished by exquisite
embroidery. Its neck was cut low enough in front to display the deep cleavage
between his immense man breasts! His hand landed in his lap and he groaned as
he adjusted his codpiece.
"You are a crude boar!"
Queen Wilhelmina spat out the words as she looked at her husband with a
combination of revulsion and naked lust. "Can't help it dear, my 'cod'
demands release." he answered and winked at his queen. Queen Wilhelmina
spoke frostily, "Come to me. I'll help your 'cod'!" "I
will." he smiled at his queen. The thought of what was to come, caused his
penis to stiffen and rise. He had to use both his hands to conceal it from
view. His organ was simply enormous! No one had seen it in all its glory. It
was a secret.
He had always been huge and he seemed
to add weight year by year. By the time he was ready for marriage, the
seventeen year old Prince Eburhart was larger than anyone in the tiny nation.
His handsome fleshy face broke into a smile as he thought of the night of
his wedding. His bride, Wilhelmina, had been escorted by the maids to the royal
bedchamber where he had waited. She had been a sight to behold! A vision in a
salmon pink silk dress that accentuated her thin waist, her heavy bosom and her
slim hips. Eburhart ought to have been insane with carnal lust. But he hid a
secret! He had never ever had sex with a woman! Instead, he had been secretly
meeting Carl, the husky, lusty groom every night in the royal stables. Carl was
a year or two older than him. But his experience astounded Eburhart!
In the young prince, Carl had
found a terribly eager pupil. It wasn't long before Carl introduced
bondage. Eburhart took to it like a fish to water. He didn't know which was
more erotic. Getting tied up and having Carl drive him insane with frustration
and lust or tying up the equally huge Carl and making him plead for release! In
the end, Eburhart had decided that he equally enjoyed tying up Carl and getting
tied up by the sexy brute while his 'captor' ravished the young monarch's
awesome man breasts. Carl was huge all over. Even between his hugely
muscled legs. But even the groom had gasped the first time he had laid eyes on
the young monarch's cock. Fully erect, it was as nearly twice as long as his
own. And twice as thick. It was another secret....
He had been very nervous and
worried on his wedding night. Would he able to perform his 'husbandly'
duties? He sat on the bed and watched as his bride walked in. The candles
placed near the bed cast highlights and shadows on the figure lying there. She
saw a giant of a young man, obviously naked under the silk sheet that left his
upper body naked. His chest was so wide and his nipples were the size of
medallions! She noticed the film of sweat on his fleshy face. "Come to
me!" he ordered her. He imagined the bride approaching his bed to be Carl.
His cock was ready. He caught hold of her and slammed her down on the bed and
ripped the dress off her body. She let out a gasp as he whisked the sheet off
his own massive body. She let out a gasp! The one eyed monster that
wagged between his huge thighs surely couldn't belong to a human being!
Before she knew what's happening, Eburhart snuffed the candles.
In the darkness, it was easy for him to
imagine Carl lying in bed. He brought his mouth to her ample bosom. His hands
grasped her buttocks even as his beastly organ was positioned between her legs.
She remembered her mother and the other women in the palace advising her that
sex was solely for procreation. It was even a sin for a woman to enjoy it!
But now, as she felt the heat of that shaft, a feeling of lust coursed
through her body. She wrapped her arms around his head and pressed it to her
warm bosom. The searing pain of his massive organ entering her made her cry out
agony. Eburhart had closed his eyes and for him, it was Carl lying
beneath his own heavy body. He thrust his cock into the pitifully narrow
opening. There was no stopping him now. He kept thrusting his penis
deeper and deeper. She felt his enormous body tense before he bellowed and his
cock spewed a hot river into her.
Later, he slept like a baby. She
couldn't sleep a wink as the sheer agony wouldn't subside and she was bleeding
profusely. She cleaned herself and lay beside him. No more of this agony she
decided. And she was puzzled why he kept muttering a name over and over again.
It had sounded like 'Carl'.
Nine months later to the day, the
queen gave birth to a bonnie baby. It was a boy. The whole country erupted in
joyous celebration. Eburhart was beside himself with pride and joy. But it was
tempered by the fact that his queen wanted nothing to do with him in his
bedchamber. Which, frankly, suited him fine. He took to smuggling the massive
lusty Carl into his bedchamber for nights of maddening bondage.
Two months ago, however, Eburhart
and Wilhelmina had been dining by themselves. He nearly choked on the venison
when she casually asked him, "Who is this Carl?" There was no
point in lying to her. After he confessed everything, he noticed a look of
triumph in her eyes. She spoke softly, "You pig, listen very carefully. If
you love this Carl more than you love me, I have no objection. Let it remain a
secret between us." Before he could thank his good luck, she added,
"But when I need you, you will come to my bedchamber!" He nodded his
head and smiled at the thought of having got off lightly. And also at the
thought of spending time with Carl without feeling guilty. But he didn't
notice the cold smile on her face.
Two days later, she had sent the
summons to him. Reluctantly, he walked to her bedchamber. He muttered some
curses under his breath as he knocked on her door. Eburhart had worn just
a linen shirt unlaced all the way down to his paunch. His massive thighs were
sheathed in blue hose. "Come in, my lord and master!" came a
sarcastic voice from within. He swaggered in with a smirk on his fleshy
handsome face. He came to a standstill. The enormous bedchamber was in
darkness.
Suddenly a figure holding a candle
walked to him. "You look so desirable, my master!" It was his queen.
"I would like to see you better." Wilhelmina placed the candle on a
small table and told him, "I would like to see your entire body."
"What?! Are you insane?" Eburhart asked, his cheeks red with
rage and indignation. "You seem to forget that I'm the King!" he
added. She replied softly, "Aaah yes! A king!" she came up to
him and slowly undid the thin silken cord from his linen shirt. "A
king who willingly gets tied up and abused by a lowly groom?!" she asked
with a chuckle. He went silent. She took his shirt off. "O my
God! You are so huge!" she said in a soft voice. He sighed as her
hands traversed the wide expanse of his naked upper body. Eburhart groaned as
her fingers circled his large swollen nipples.
She lit some more candles.
"Aah! That's better! I can see thy body better, O Lord and
Master!" she said with a smile. Picking up the silken cord from his
linen shirt, she tested its strength. Satisfied, she walked around the massive
giant and stood behind him.
"Cross thy wrists on thy royal
behind!" came her command and a chuckle. Eburhart did so with a
considerable amount of effort as his body was too wide and crossing his wrists
behind him wasn't that easy. But he threw his shoulders back and managed it.
"Silly woman! You plan to bind my wrists with that silken cord?!" he
asked incredulously. He added, "You know not mine strength, woman!"
"We shall see, O Lord and Master!"
he heard her say. She wound the thin cord tightly around his thick crossed
wrists and knotted the ends.
"Try your strength!" she told him.
He winced and grunted as he tried to wrench his wrists apart. His huge powerful
hands clenched and unclenched in his efforts.
Even as he twisted his entire body and
kept grunting, a black silk scarf was used to blindfold him. "Woman, do
you even know what you are doing?!" he growled. He added, "I
can have you imprisoned and beheaded for this, Wilhelmina!" He
winced as his nipple was pinched hard. "You cannot do anything to
me, King Ebuhart!" he heard his queen speak, "You are my prisoner and
I can do anything I wish to do to you!"
He sighed as a hand fondled his
tree trunk thighs and came to rest on his 'codpiece'. While men all over the
kingdom wore codpieces to enhance their 'bulge', their good king's
codpiece was nothing more than a layer of fine cambric to cover his modesty. He
didn't need anything to enhance his manliness as he had been gifted with a huge
monster. He groaned as fingers roughly pulled out his shaft.
"Mmmm! You do have a cod here,don't you?!" she exclaimed.
"Do you remember how this cod had ripped you apart on our wedding
night?" Eburhart asked with a chuckle. He growled in pain as something
very hard slapped his cock! "You bitch!" he uttered through
clenched teeth. "Shut up!" he heard her scream and he gasped
as another slap landed on his monstrous organ! "Has not Carl ever
slapped thine cod?!" she asked with mock surprise and giggled.
"No! And he would not dare!" Eburhart muttered angrily.
"Well," she spoke softly, "this 'Carl' does dare!"
"Come!" her voice was
soft but firm as she dragged him by his tied up wrists. "Yes, this will do
fine!" she said and he felt her hand caressing his enormous thighs. He
moaned and squirmed in pleasure. A hand undid the drawstring of his hose and he
heard a grunt as it was peeled off his mammoth thighs. His boots too came off.
"Aah! A sight to behold!" she chuckled, "Mine husband, the King
of all he surveys, standeth naked and bound before me! He is my slave and
plaything for as long as I wish!" "You bitch! How dare you talk
thus!" he roared. "Enough of thy bellowing, you wild
boar!" The blindfold came off but his relief was short lived. He watched
her step behind him. Before he could protest, the silk scarf gagged him tight.
He was made to stand at the foot of her bed and spread his monstrously thick
legs. She tied his ankles to the feet of her bed. He was compelled to stand
with his legs uncomfortably wide apart. And with his wrists tied up behind his
large buttocks, there was little he could do. His very helplessness made his
thoughts drift towards Carl and his cock tapped against his belly, sending out
a desperate message perhaps. He moaned and swayed in his bonds.
"Thinking of Carl, aren't
you?" she sneered from behind him. He heaved his body as something hard
hit his buttocks. Again and again. She stood facing him with a smile that was
pure evil. In her hand was a long handled brush that she used to brush her
thick tresses. It had been a wedding gift from his cousin Ekatrina. It was made
of mahogany with tough hog bristles. Gazing at her captive and with a cold
smile on her lips, she casually slapped Eburhart's balls a few times. He
growled like a wounded beast in his gag. His face had turned deep red at the
raw agony. When he had stopped thrashing around, she ran the rough bristles
over his walnut sized cum filled balls. There was no way of evading the brush
as his massive legs were spread wide apart and his ankles had been tied off.
Eburhart threw his head back and moaned. His one eyed monster tapped
desperately against his paunch and spat strings of pre cum.
She stopped lashing her husband
and gently peeled Eburhart's foreskin. "O God!" his tormentor
exclaimed, "What a big ripe red apple! Let me taste it!" Eburhart
growled like a bear as sharp teeth gently closed on his cock head. Her teeth
scraped the swollen sensitive flesh relentlessly. The massive monarch could do
little more than grunt and moan and squirm in his bonds. After what seemed an
eternity, Wilhelmina let the cock head alone and spoke to her captive, "
And now comes the surprise, you oversexed boar!" and slapping his gigantic
organ, walked out of the bedroom.
Now what, he mused and twisted
his thick powerful wrists behind him in an effort to snap the silken cord
around them. He sighed in frustration as the bonds were very tight and seemed
to eat into his wrists.
"Look who is here, My Lord and
Master and the Monarch of all he surveys!" came the taunt. His torturer
walked into the bedroom, pushing Carl ahead of her. The tall massively muscled
groom was stark naked! Around his bull neck was an iron collar with a thin
chain attached to it. The queen held the other end. Carl was blindfolded.
Eburhart noticed that, like him, this titanic sexy specimen of manhood had his
hands bound behind him. And his huge cock spat pre cum all over his huge
thighs!
"Are you not thrilled to see your
lover boy?" the queen asked, adding," As thee can see, I have
prepared him for you! Hehehe!" She grasped the rock hard cock of the groom
and pulled him towards the bound and gagged Eburhart. When Carl neared the
monarch, his captor pulled the leash down, forcing him to his knees. "You
can smell His Majesty's majestic organ, can't you, Carl? You know what to
do..." Carl, temporarily deprived of his sight, ran his mouth along
Eburhart's enormous thighs and locked in on his monstrous organ.
The bound, helpless and
frustrated Eburhart thrust his cock into the familiar warm welcoming mouth.
Carl gagged as the leash pulled his head back and he heard the cold command,
"Carl, this rutting boar is crazed with lust. But I want you to delay his
cock erupting in your mouth. Understand?" "Yes, Your
Majesty.." he managed to mumble. Their sadistic captor sat on a
comfortable chair nearby. She still held Carl on a tight leash. Every time
Eburhart grunted and thrust his gargantuan hips forward, she would pull Carl's
head back.
"There's no need to hurry,
is there?" she asked the two men. She addressed Carl, "See
those candles on the table? I do not want this oversexed, over sized
beast to eject his thick mess before the last candle goes off. I want you
to prolong his ordeal. And I want to watch! Is that clear, Carl?" The
helpless groom groaned as she lashed his buttocks with her hairbrush. The bound
and gagged Eburhart's face had turned a deep red with agony, ecstasy, rage and
lust. He kept twisting his powerful wrists behind him even though he realised
the futility of doing so. The silken cord was surprisingly strong and she had
wound it very heartlessly tight. He groaned in resignation and glared at his
queen.
"Let me add to your pleasure, My
Lord and Master!" she said with a giggle and climbed on to the bed behind
him. Wilhelmina still clutched one end of the chain from Carl's neck. Eburhart
jerked his mammoth of a body as a hand ambled across the expanse of his
buttocks. "God! How huge they are!" he heard her say softly, "They
look like the domes of our cathedral...." followed by a few stinging
slaps. Through the spread apart legs of her husband, she could see Carl
moaning and giving the bound and gagged behemoth a tortuously slow blow job.
While squirming in his bonds, Eburhart's gaze fell on the candles and he
let out a long moan. They were barely half their original lengths! He knew it
was going to be a long night of deprivation and depravity.
After an eternity, the crazed giant was
allowed to shoot his load into Carl's waiting mouth. Eburhart thought
that his captor was going to cut him loose, but she wasn't finished with him.
Nor with Carl. His immense cock throbbed against his belly. She made him
stand and knelt between his oak tree legs. Smiling at Eburhart, she closed her
mouth around the groom's hot shaft. Carl groaned. As did the monarch. Eburhart
growled in his tight gag and tried to wrench his wrists apart. Their captor
giggled and sucked on the huge swollen organ.
While Eburhart watched the spectacle of
his queen on her knees with the groom's cock in her hungry mouth, in another
part of the city, barely two miles from the palace gates, a noisy quarrel was
on in one of the seedy inns. Some guards who were passing by, entered the inn
and emerged grasping a bulky man by his arms. His name was Franz and he was
quite well known to the citizens of the poorer section of this city. Franz was
a habitual trouble maker and a brawler.
Just as the sun rose, Franz was put in
stocks in the town square. He was stark naked. He was held virtually immobile
as he stood with his head and hands locked into the pillory. He cursed and
swore loudly as passers by slapped his buttocks or ran their grubby hands over
his sweaty body.
Neither Franz nor the monarch were to
know that their paths would cross. And the result would be an explosion of
lust, depravity and sadism.
.................................................to be
continued..........................................
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