This is a pure work of fiction that originated from me. This homoerotic tale is sets in a fictionalised 19th Century European Imperial Court. The story is purely a creation from the author's imagination and does not depict the author's moral values nor does it try to promote a certain value. As this world was inspired by the 19th Century it contains their prejudices and ethics. This work, by no means, aims to be historically or culturally accurate. Many events that weren't historically accurate or impossible to happen will be allowed to happen for plot-device purposes. As such, if you find any of the themes uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to leave.
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Anton and Niklas
Niklas moved through the empty rooms, led by Anton, a Lieutenant, to the Palace Castilian.
Following the deep blue tunic and candelabra in his hand, the two passed a patrol who stood to attention as they moved through. Anton had been annotating the rooms they passed through as he went.
Niklas took in sites as they moved into the large state apartments in the south wing of the palace.
Their shutters were closed but setting the candelabra on a table, Anton moved to open one. Whilst the light danced off the glass chandelier in the ceiling, Anton folded back the shutters and allowed the light of the cloudless night and full moon to flood the chamber. Taken aback by the view over the old city, Niklas looked out over the spires and roofs of the Island.
"Cental" he whispered as the door clicked shut.
Niklas, entranced by the view of twinkling lights, jumped with a start as Anton's hands wrapped around him.
"Have you never seen the old city before?" he asked, his lips touching Niklas's ear.
"Not like this", the awed voice of Niklas replied. Anton's hands ran down the front of his tunic.
"I want you to fuck me here," Anton said.
Niklas whirled around and looked at Anton. Those grey eyes betrayed the seriousness of his request.
"But.." Niklas stammered.
"Come on. You think those guards are going to come in?"
"You paid them?" Niklas asked, knowing the answer.
Anton smiled and got to his knees.
The thirteen buttons of his breeches were popped open, and a ping of one hitting the floor drew Niklas's attention for a fleeting moment as Anton grabbed his cock and balls, freeing them into the night air and took the hardening cock into his mouth. Anton had a warm mouth, his lips and tongue were skilled. The two had spent much of the summer together. His Regiment had been assigned to barracks for the summer whilst the Court moved about the country. Niklas gasped as the Lieutenant moved forward, taking all of his cock in his mouth. He grasped the man's head with his hands to hold him. The expert cock sucked suckled on the cock resisting all urges of protest from his throat. Niklas felt his cock come to full mast, and then he let go, and Anton pulled back, breathing in deeply as he looked up at the man standing over him and smiled. He needed no encouragement and soon slid the cock in and out of his mouth. Niklas enjoyed the experience and moved to one side, the officer kneeling the entire time and not letting the cock out of his mouth as Niklas came to rest on the wall.
His cock was devoured by the hungry noble as he looked out over the old city, the house lights twinkling as the moonlight shone from the canal water.
Niklas's revelry was broken when Anton stood. He unbuttoned his tunic and kissed Niklas a wet, slobbery kiss. He could sense his cock on Anton's breath as the man threw his tunic off and pulled the braces over his shoulder, and undone his own breeches in a hurry. Pulling his breeches down, he spun around, bent over in the window arch and looked back. Between the light of the moon from outside and the candelabra inside, Niklas saw the outline of the furry butt and held his cock. He bent his knees until his head ran over the Lieutenant's entrance. Anton cooed as the thick head ran over his anal lips, and they puckered, inviting the cock in. Niklas thrust forward, and a half gasp, half moan left Anton's lips as he shunted forward into the wall, and Niklas thrust into the inviting hole.
Niklas growled as he felt that he had gone deeply into Anton. He wrapped his arm around his neck of Anton and kissed him on the neck before he began his fucking of the man. His rhythm's back and forth picked pace as Anton moaned and groaned. Niklas held Anton by the hips to hold him steady as he thrust in and out of the ass.
Anton's palms were on the cold marble wall, his head resting underneath, his back arched and up, turning his butt, allowing Niklas access to his hole as the man thundered in and out. Anton loved the speed and ferocity of Niklas's fuck. He was not kind or gentle like the men who had first pinned Anton under him and shoved his cock into his ass.
"Ahh yes," Anton moaned as the pleasure noises filled the room. "Fuck me harder," Anton said.
Niklas grabbed Anton's hair with one hand still on his waist as he fucked him. Niklas did not talk during sex and only made a grunt as he fucked him. They grew in frequency as the cum churned in his balls, and as they did, his pace quickened, and Anton could feel the excitement growing. Niklas was a fast fucker and came as quickly as he started. When he came, Niklas let out a roar, and Anton bucked back, pushing down on the forward thrust of the man behind as the cum shot from his balls through the shaft and coated the inside of his anus.
Niklas let out a deep breath as Anton rose up, carefully trying to keep the cock in his ass, but as the head moved to the lips, the cum helped it slide out. Anton leaned into Niklas, and the two took a few steps back to the other wall of the window. Anton pressed against his larger body Niklas. He wrapped his arms around the Lieutenant.
"Thank you, Corporal," Anton said as he leaned back against Niklas feeling his heart thumb against his chest.
The two gathered their breath and strength. They talked a little before separating and dressed. As Anton gathered his tunic, Niklas buttoned up his breeches and saw the missing button.
"Where did it go," Niklas asked.
"What?" replied Anton.
"My button"
"Ask for another, don't worry about it," Anton said to Nicklas's back as he moved into the room, looking at the black floor, the candlelight too little to penetrate deep into the room. Standing up, Niklas saw the large pillar to a bed.
"What is this room?" Niklas asked as he saw the large ornate bed against the wall in the dim light.
"The State bedroom," Anton said almost dismissively.
"What!" Niklas said, concern across his face.
"Don't worry the Imperial family doesn't reside here?" Anton said. "Come on" he added and walked off to the door.
Leaving the room, Niklas closed the door, and they left it in silence. A door to the left of the state bed opened, and the figure walked into the room and bent down, picking up the button on the floor.
He moved over to the window where the two men had fucked and ran his soft-soled shoe over the floor; it slid over the cum and juices on the floor. He closed the shutters and moved skilfully back through the blackened room.