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The days in the court went by pretty usual, except for Pepin who was mostly missing from the court which allowed Damien to hold more lavish dinners.
Speaking of Damien, his relationship with Finnegan was clearly reaching a new height which Cian could see during his study at the Seine River pier. You see, Damien's interaction with Karla had become closer as well, but there was always Finnegan beside them, from Damien dancing with Karla during dinner to fucking his bussy at night. Even when Karla became Karl, a name that he mostly used when he was wearing male clothing, Damien was the only person he allowed to treat him like a lady still, from Damien kissing his hand to Damien's hand wrapping around his waist, which usually followed by him fondling Karl's ass. It was clear to everyone that Damien was the only one Finnegan allowed to touch Karl's personal space even without him looking. It was not until the day at the pier that Cian realized how closed Damien had been with Finnegan.
That morning, Damien decided he wanted to study on a boat while fucking Karla, an intention he announced quite vocally to Finnegan which the man didn't seem all to bother with. When they arrived on the dock, it was pretty clear the boat could only handle Cian, Karl, and Damien.
So, with a smile on his face, Damien said to Finnegan, "Why don't you stay there and jerk off naked while I mold your wife's pussy to the shape of my cock?"
"Fuck you!" was all Finnegan said before laughing and stripping himself out of his clothes.
While they were on the boat and Damien was fucking Karla, Damien told him he had been fucking Karla more than Finnegan did the past few days, during their daytime without Finnegan and their night session with Finnegan, and the Leinster stud did not seem to mind. Karla even noted to Damien one time that Finnegan was fucking him less and was more excited to fuck him together with Damien, and when they did fuck, Finnegan always goaded Karla by saying Damien's name like, "Damien is training you well, doesn't he?", "You're bussy has really been molded to his cock, it grips mine like a vice!", and more recently, the taunt had become more of, "I bet you wish it's our sexy fucker Damien fucking you right now! Too bad for us, I am all you've got, all 9" of me!"
When they finished their study that day, or more like, Damien was done fucking Karla, Cian with a clear bulge at his crotch rowed them back to the dock.
Damien stretched his naked body with his wet dick still on display, before holding his hand for a high-five to Finnegan who was furiously jacking his cock, whose body was red both from the heat and horniness.
When Finnegan reached for a high-five, Damien quickly reached down for a love tap on Finnegan's balls making him grunt and bent over. Damien doubled down by giving both of Finnegan's asscheeks two spanks each and the asshole one hard flick. Damien was not doing all of that in a hurry either and Finnegan could've stopped Damien at any point. Still, instead, when he groaned and bent, he remained still even as Damien swaggered his way to his behind; Damien even blew his palm to emphasize what he was about to do before delivering a hard swat on each of Finnegan's asscheek who remained bend. He yowled, but he remained still even as Damien put his fingers together to flick Finnegan's asshole, even comically taking his time aiming at the red rosebud. Finnegan did not move an inch even after, at one point, Damien pressed his fingers to his asshole quite a few times before flicking.
Finnegan jolted and grunted while he remained bending over, saying, "Motherfucker," but did nothing to retaliate nor to protect himself. If anything, he seemed to jerk his cock even more furiously while Damien was laughing and smirking at Cian.
What Cian wasn't expecting was when Damien told him to hold Karla in front of Finnegan upside down facing Cian with Karla's legs over Cian's shoulder so the ass was directly under Cian's face. Cian wasn't sure what Damien was planning, but he did it anyway, holding Karla in place in front of Finnegan who was still bending over, looking bewildered at Damien, even stop jerking entirely.
Damien assured him that Cian was a friend, Finnegan had said so himself. So Finnegan straightened his body at a 120-degree angle, arched his back, and spread his feet apart quite wide, making his muscle ass look plump while his face hovered above Karla's sloppy butt just inches away from Cian's face. With rosy cheeks on his manly face, the ginger man used both of his hands to spread Karla's upturned asscheeks apart, his fingers extending to pry open the small yet thick patch of hair surrounding Karla's hole that Damien told them to keep, revealing the puffed red wet used hole. He looked at Cian for a second, before looking away, and planted his mouth on Karla's sloppy hole. He was quiet, but his mouth couldn't hide what one of the biggest Leinster studs was doing.
Not that he could keep pretending long since Finnegan let out a loud slurp which made him look at Cian, before looking back down at the hole and quickly quieting down.
Finnegan was an alpha, one of the biggest alpha in Francia, so he knew fully well that an alpha shouldn't look down before another alpha, yet there he was. Perhaps it was because he was not a muscle-head, not entirely anyway, that he still had a bit of self-conscience to realize what he was doing. If it was, say, Baptiste, the man wouldn't give two shits about eating cum right in front of Cian if Damien had fed him enough shits about how eating cum was very masculine.
They remained quiet for a few seconds more until Finnegan suddenly groaned and looked at Cian again, clearly trying to muster all of his confidence. He ordered Cian to spread his husband's asscheeks open. In normal circumstances, by no means Cian would ever obey that command, let alone then when Finnegan himself wasn't sure of his own authority. But coming to Francia, familiarizing himself with the court, and learning from Damien, he knew that he could gain more by finessing his way through intrigue and cunning. So, Cian did as he was ordered and spread Karla's asscheeks open, which was hard for anyone to do so while still holding Karla, but Cian wasn't one of the strongest men for nothing.
When Cian saw Finnegan reach behind to spread his own asscheeks flat open like a plate for Damien to toss his salad, it was then Cian knew how close Damien had gotten with Finnegan in a short span of time. There was no more "giving an ass shot" façade as Damien was sloppily munching on Finnegan's ass when Cian's gaze met his.
Even though Cian couldn't see his mouth, he knew Damien was smiling.
Finnegan might be smarter than the rest of the musclehead, but he was keeping a deep loneliness bottled inside him, Damien explained to Cian once. Ironically, it made Finnegan the easiest for Damien to get into his head than the rest of the muscleheads as he was craving Damien's companionship and adored Damien wholeheartedly. Sadly, that didn't make Finnegan's asshole any more accessible, Damien noted.
Cian couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw Finnegan, a tall ginger man of pure muscle and masculinity, bending over with legs far apart, spreading his own asscheeks for a much smaller man whom the Leinster would consider a wimp.
Spending days with Damien, and just around the court, had proven hard for Cian to stay celibate. He wasn't even that crazy about sex, and what a fool he was to think he could endure weeks of no sex just because he wasn't banging his sluts three times a day before.
After days of restraint and constant stimulation, Cian's cock was about to burst out of his trousers, and Karla's mouth on his balls wasn't helping. Perhaps it was not his cock that was about to rip his trousers, but Karla's head inside it. It's not his fault, after all, it was Karla who accidentally put his head inside Cian's trousers when Cian lifted him. How could Cian be faulted for breaking his punishment when it was someone else who put his balls in their mouth?
But then again, Damien was right, was using his cock and balls included as part of his restraint/celibacy training when all Patrick wanted was for Cian's asshole to be tighter than a virgin cunt when the man fuck him?
It didn't matter, after all, even Cian couldn't tell if it was his balls or his cock that was inside Karla's mouth. He can't prove that he had let Karla sucked him off, certainly not that he skullfucked the "Wife" while he looked at the "Husband"'s eyes who had his mouth sucking out another man's juice out of his "Wife" red sloppy hole.
He felt like he cummed at least thrice that time, but he couldn't really tell since his trouser was clean. Again, he had no proof that he had cum.
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During the night, Finnegan used to attend the dinner and dinner after party to watch over Karla and fend off anyone who dared to as much as look at her, which meant he had to close his bar as the royal tavern was in a different room. Karla loved to dance while Finnegan scorned it. Many men had tried to ask for Karla's hand before, getting a black eye the next day was the most merciful thing Finnegan did to them. The worst was having their clothes rip apart and receiving an atomic drop right on their balls multiple times, and some with rotten luck or better luck would have Finnegan's seed inside them after.
Things were different ever since Damien was in the picture, however, watching over Karla had become his job. As you might've guessed, Damien was not as strict as Finnegan regarding Karla's suitors. Anyone was okay as long as they paid Damien money, and the Sterlings had a lot of money.
Joshua Sterling was amongst the first people who had the privilege of being stripped and getting an atomic drop straight up his asshole that he barely could sit for a few days, then after Damien took over, he became Karla's main dancing partner spending countless money for the privilege to Damien.
The first times it happened, Damien only allowed Karla to dance with paid suitors when Finnegan wasn't around, but one day, Finnegan found out and got visibly upset with Damien. Of course, Damien reminded the man again about their fight and how Finnegan got angry at Damien over Karla, and turned out, Damien was right all along. Finnegan reluctantly relented, and even better, stayed when Damien told him to watch Karla dance with other men. Ever since, he always made time to watch Karla's dance at the start of the ballroom before going to his bar after one or two dances.
At first, it was awkward for the men, and they danced like a bunch of mannequins under Finnegan's stern face and death stare. However, Joshua was determined to get his money's worth after being humiliated by Finnegan when the man gave him milk instead of wine when he was drinking with Sully's men. He paid extra that night, and although his hand was trembling at the beginning, he began dancing properly with Karla. Realizing that Damien seemed to keep the Big Ginger Bitch, as Joshua would love to call him with his circle of friends which included Damien, in check, he became more daring. He closed his distance with Karla and began embracing her. He could feel Finnegan's glare burning a hole inside his head, but he noted that the Bitch remained silent. So, he turned Karla over so her back was against his chest, and ground his crotch against her, all the while looking straight at Finnegan's whose face was turning beet red by the second. When Joshua had his hands up Karla's flat chest, kneading it masterfully making Karla moan, he could see a vein on Finnegan's face almost burst. Feeling the Lady of Luck was shining down on him that day, forgive his heathen thought he did not worship the old god, he pushed things further. He watched as Finnegan stared at him intently before kissing Karla's neck and back, and continued pursuing down until his hand reached down for Karla's gown and lifted it. He quickly moved and squatted inside Karla's gown, dove right into her asshole, puffed and loose to his tongue, he noted.
Ass-eating, or commonly pussy-eating, right in the ballroom was not at all considered obscene or lewd display amongst the Frankish. It was one of the dance moves, or rather the destination of the dance, they often used to show they were interested in the lady they were dancing with, and if the lady accepted, it meant she also reciprocated the feeling. Seeing how Karla was pushing her ass while reaching behind pushing Joshua's gown-covered head deeper, it was clear she reciprocated Joshua's desire. They watched and gossiped in hushed all the while looking at Finnegan who was like a volcano about to erupt in more ways than one, a feeling he did not yet understand or clearly felt.
After a few minutes, Joshua heard a commotion outside of the gown, but if he was going to die, might as well make the best out of the time he had left. He chomped down on Karla's sloppy hole, devoured the cum leftover from breakfast and lunch like he hadn't dined, and reached upward to jack Karla's sizeable cock. He was a lady's man and prided himself in pleasuring ladies, and he had broadened his horizon with bois, and with Karla, he could add femboy to the list as well. And ever since the Leinsters showed him what true pleasure truly was, his boundaries had been thinning so much that he didn't bother he was drinking someone's cum, most likely Damien since the man boasted about fucking Finnegan's wife every time they had drinking party at Hugo's pleasure house. When Karla's body shuddered and his ass convulsed massaging Joshua's tongue, he knew he had done his job well. When he came out of the gown, Finnegan and Damien were gone.
The courtiers told him Finnegan was stomping his way seemingly trying to murder Joshua, but after a great effort and a lot of convincing, Damien managed to pull him away somewhere. The bar was not open that day.
It was Damien's son, Mason, who told him Damien was in the brewing room helping Finnegan test new "liquors" for asshots, while Finnegan serving him prime-cut red beef for dinner and carrot salad for Damien to toss all morning.
Of course, Joshua would want to watch the Big Ginger Bitch's asshole and would've given good money for it, but Mason said the backroom had no holes in the wall and even Mason wasn't allowed in. So Joshua, instead, worked his charm up and bored Karla's a new hole that night.
Joshua did cut a good deal with Damien; with a discounted price, he became Karla's first dance partner every single night ever since. That being said, the routine itself changed from dancing straight to ass-eating the moment the music was played. Joshua approached Karla, often in front of Finnegan, kissed her hand, pulled her to the dance floor, and dove down straight under her gown for some ass-eating.
Finnegan watched, usually right before Joshua's finish with Karla, but lately, he stayed until Joshua got out of Karla's gown with his smug toothy grin. While at first Damien had to soothe the burning feeling Finnegan felt up his ass with his tongue right after, lately, his late-night flesh salad had become a lot more of a routine than an act of consoling his Big Ginger Bitch.
Joshua got more than what he bargained for as well, mainly because Damien had to go with Finnegan most nights. He became the acting pimp when Damien wasn't around or too busy playing games with his entourage, showing his business prowess which put a spike in Damien's business even more, plus he got an employee's benefit, access to Karla's asshole every night right before Finnegan's closing hour. Joshua got a free dumping hole, and Damien got a compliment from Finnegan for giving him his midnight milkshake and still got more in him to make Finnegan's morning shake.
Damien had to admit, he was nothing compared to Joshua with his business mind. Who would've thought offering 2 for 1 and a half price for an ass-eating discount would earn more money than the dancing price for two people? Especially after much goading from Damien and Joshua, Karla finally sold her cocksucking lips as well, with a bladder benefit for a little bit of extra money, another employee's benefit for Joshua. Karla didn't seem to bother at drinking piss more than sucking cock. Too bad, Karla was still too much of a prude to sell his hole, but Damien didn't seem to bother to convince her either. It was a waste of opportunity in Joshua's mind.
But then again, Damien probably already had enough from pimping his 2nd best friend's wife and his 1st best friend.
Even then, Joshua was watching over Karla seemingly in the revelry while two teenagers, his brother Brad Sterling and his brother's best mate Samael Bonnaire, tonguing his asshole. He had to give them an extra teenager discount that night, for Samael to be precise, as he firmly didn't want his brother to give freebies just to anyone, including best friends.
Damien? he was having his big night.
Everyone in his circle knew that tonight would be the night when Baptiste would finally open up his chamberpot for business, everyone except Baptiste himself of course.
Joshua watched at the table from far away, Hugo accompanied by his usual entourage, Josiah Bonnaire, Gaston de Paris, Karl Meyer, and Jamie Capet. The prospect of emptying their bladder into one of the most arrogant yet untouchable nobles in the whole realm brought more high-payer players into their table, like Jean and Marlon Rhine who had their fair share of scornful insults from Baptiste. Damien also told him the fat Abraham Florent will drop a piss as well. Of course, Joshua's piss got a place somewhere in Baptiste as well, too bad Joshua couldn't convince Damien to make it an employee's benefit as well.
It hadn't begun yet when Joshua looked since Baptiste seemed to be seemingly sitting man-spread on Damien's leg butt naked. Seemingly since if he truly sit, his butt would crush Damien's leg, so the muscle man that he was, he sit-squatted in front of Damien like he was sitting, for hours. It was convenient for both Damien and Baptiste, the Marshall said. During the boring play, Damien could just press his cock between Baptiste's asscheek to keep him entertained, if the play got interesting, Baptiste could just lift his butt to rub his asshole on the cockhead since Damien always asked for it when he was excited. If he didn't have to do a forfeit for "Losing", of course, or that was what he believed happening anyway, totally not Damien pimping him out for ridiculous dares, which was slower in craziness since Damien had put up a price for it.
They would play the cards and the winner would get to win the money and the forfeit, which depended on how much money they bet at the beginning. For the lowest price, they got to stab Baptiste's asshole with their fingers, gaining a discount if they could hit the "bullseye" or the prostate. The highest price, which Baptiste only allowed recently for someone other than Damien to do, was getting an assjob, jerking their ass in between Baptiste's massive muscle ass. With Baptiste's agreeing to chamberpot forfeit, however, the price for the forfeit would be the highest by a large margin, and the nobles were already paying for it.
"Fuck!" Hugo said as he threw his card.
"And that is boys, how you play a game! Thank you for the money, I am going to spend it to fuck your new German whore," Jean Rhine said as he took the money from the table.
"Well, since you win, you can have the loser do a forfeit, my lord," Damien said giving Jean a wink.
Jean grinned devilishly, "Now that you mention it, my barrel is full," he said slapping his under-belly, "You're the loser tonight, that makes you my piss bitch tonight, the esteemed Lord Marshall?"
"Fuck off, Jean!" Baptiste who was "sitting" on Damien's lap growled.
"Stop that, we talked about this. Lord Rhine won fair and square," Damien said wrapping his hand around Baptiste's waist, rubbing his pudgy, yet muscly stomach.
"Don't sweat it, Damien. We all heard the Marshall has lost his fangs since the late emperor died."
Baptiste slammed his fist on the table, "The fuck did you say, you twig-for-nothing!?" His eyes were bulging out looking at Jean who was sweating at the corner of his forehead.
"My dad meant no disrespect, my lord! It was only a rumor that we heard." Marlon spoke up for his dad.
"Yeah, you can't blame them," Damien put his hand on Baptiste's shoulder and then added, "People do say you've gotten impotent recently."
"What!?"
"I mean, my lord," Marlon continued, "People do notice, you know. If it were the old you, you would have accepted the bet instead of—"
"Instead of pulling out like a fucking squire afraid to get women pregnant!" Jean said with his spit splatter over Baptiste's face.
Even Damien feared that Jean might've gone too far when he saw Baptiste's face redder than a tomato, but suddenly the massive muscle man dropped down on the floor on his back.
He pulled his legs and ass up. While still maintaining his position, his hands reached up into his asshole in between his massive muscle butt and clawed his anus open showing a tender small, and tight gate to his sphincter like a flower. He groaned as he revealed his fleshy inside to the tables who leaned in trying to hold their laughs.
"Well, what are you waiting for, twig? Get your small prick out and piss! Heh, I bet your piss trickles out!"
"Said the well-trained piss bitch," Jean snorted and stood above Baptiste's ass. He pulled his 5" cock and swung it around smirking smugly at Baptiste who laughed in return.
"What a fucking small cock! Look at mine!"
It was true. Although Jean was only an inch shorter than Baptiste's 6 incher, the muscle man's cock was fatter by a larger margin compared to Jean's slim cock.
"This small cock is hosing down your tight cunt with piss!" Jean said as he blasted a strong stream of piss straight into Baptiste's hole.
"Hhhnnggh!!" Baptiste groaned as the strong stream hit right on his tender flesh creating friction. Despite his training with Damien, he clearly couldn't get used to the feeling, not that he wanted to anyway
The hole opened right away, clearly trained to do so, but the strong stream still splashed some piss around, some of which got on Baptiste's head.
"Wow, the hole gulps it down!" Josiah said in awe.
"He can flush himself! We had training with the Han doctor. The Marshall can stay like that for hours without rest too! That man really knows how to mold flesh in more ways than one, and I am not even making a sexual remark. Well, not entirely."
The table laughed as Jean groaned, "Yeah!" He pushed his piss, creating a stronger stream, making Baptiste groan even more. When he was done, Jean said mockingly, "Is that a trickle for you?" which Baptiste answered in a slow pant. His tender flesh still felt raw. His training with Damien certainly did not prepare him for Jean's piss.
He was about to get up when Jean said, "Stay there, we know you're going to lose the next game, and the rest of the game anyway. Save us time getting you prepared."
Baptiste was about to retort back, but Damien shut him off, "He's right, buddy. I think you should stay down there as well."
Baptiste's face was red, but he didn't disagree with Damien and remained in his place.
"Get this wine off, we'll drink Irish rums tonight, I'll pay! Those will fill your bladder faster, I want to turn this turd into a piss bag by the morning." Jean shouted as he walked back to his chair with his cock still dangling out of his pants.
The Leinster rums were the best and Finnegan was the best brewer. He served the table himself already with huge mugs and pitchers.
"Are you busy?" Damien asked him when he was putting the glass on the table. Finnegan who stood next to Damien, slightly bending over, felt the man's hand creep on his butt.
"Sully and Declan already knocking each other teeth out!"
"So, you got time to be my luck then! Sit up!" Damien patted his lap.
Finnegan snorted but sat on Damien's lap. At first, he put all his weight on the leg making Damien scream. He laughed before lifting his butt and stayed in the "sitting" pose right on Damien's lap. Despite that being the first time he "sat" on Damien's lap, he already knew the drill.
Damien slapped Finnegan's butt once before shoving his hand inside the back of Finnegan's trousers. "Arch your back a little," he said which could be heard clearly by the rest of the table.
The Ginger towering muscle man did as he was asked and pushed his ass out, letting Damien's slender fingers trace his sensitive asslips. His body shuddered, and his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he eyed the rest of the table with a murderous gaze, as if waiting to pounce on anyone who dared to slight him.
Everyone gulped, as Hugo quickly dealt the cards.
"That dumb twat still cannot win this easy game?" Finnegan asked, looking straight at Baptiste's upside-down head. Finnegan suddenly groaned when he felt Damien's fingers pinched on his asslips.
"Don't be an ass. He's my best friend too," Damien said looking at his card while he kissed Finnegan's biceps.
"You said as if you can win a game, you cunt. Play if you dare, and I'll shave your ginger cunt bald when you lose!" Baptiste roared.
Finnegan with an evil smirk said, "Sure! I'll play."
He took a lot of gold coins from his pocket and threw them on the table. "I already won."
Finnegan wasn't betting, he was throwing a payment for pissing into Baptiste. Even without Damien telling him the rule, he already knew the shady dealings they did behind Baptiste's back.
"Well, he won!" Damien declared.
"What!?" Baptiste exclaimed as Finnegan triumphantly revealed his 7" fat hog and swung it like Jean had swung his. He got Baptiste's beat by an inch, but Baptiste was still thicker by a small margin.
Finnegan stood hovering above Baptiste's ass, unlike Jean, he then spread his legs wide and bent it like a frog until his cockhead pressed against Baptiste's tender asshole flesh.
"What the fuck do—Ugh!!!"
As veins in his head bulged and his face was red like it was about to pop, Baptiste was about to stand when he felt an electrifying sensation on the inside of his tender asshole. Finnegan was smirking with a winning smile as he let out a wicked torrent. The Pressure was so hard the hole could not flush everything down, creating a constant fountain-like splash spraying Baptiste's face and open moaning mouth. Finnegan pissed for five minutes straight, alternating the pressure down and up just so Baptiste couldn't get used to the feeling, and by the end of it, Baptiste's body was spasming while most of his body and the entirety of his face to the last strand of his hair was drenched in piss. His mouth which was constantly opened was filled with some piss which the man gulped down instinctively thinking it was Damien's piss.
Baptiste was still recovering his breath, wiping his wet eyes and face, while Finnegan slapped his meaty cock on the asshole.
The Ginger giant ripped his clothes apart until he was butt-naked and flexed his body for Damien. With a victorious smile, he returned to his seat on Damien's lap as if he were claiming his rightful place.
On the next game, he wrapped his arms around Damien's neck while Damien's finger was dancing on his butthole. He showed Damien his cards and he tried his best to make Damien win, and if he can't, he'll win instead.
After Baptiste took 4 other pisses, 2 from Jean, 1 from Hugo, and 1 from Joshua, the fat baron Florent came to the table smiling.
He was a fat man with soft skin in his mid-forties, the father of Maxence and Basile Florent. He had a warm and non-threatening smile for a pervert who barely can keep his cock in his pants. He was infatuated with Empress Isabela and had never been absent from "greeting" the future heir during the throne room open time in the morning and he always made time to "greet" the little prince as he called the fetus during the dinner. Of course, everyone thought the ugly leech did not stand a chance with Isabella, and the empress was gracious enough to let the fat man eat her pussy every day.
"Well, well, well. I see you guys have already started the party." Abraham Florent said when he arrived at their table.
"Here for greeting the prince, again, I presume?" Hugo chirped.
"Of course, with his father's gone to Rome, the Prince and the Empress are getting quite lonely. We were just talking this morning, and the little prince talked a lot about how a sibling would make him less lonely."
"Get in line, fatso. My son and I are putting our brats in there first. I already ask the small cock doctor herbal potion for twins." Jean said without looking up from his card.
"My Good Lord Florent, are you here to collect your debt?" Damien said.
"Oh, yes, yes! It was a long ride from my keep and I must say, I have been holding my asparagus in me since this morning, just for this special occasion. It was an uncomfortable ride, but what won't I do for this special occasion." Abraham gave a loud belly laugh as Jean snorted gleefully.
"Well, please go ahead, Baptiste is the one doing the forfeit tonight," Damien said.
"And every night." Jean retorted which made everyone at the table laugh.
"Of course, of course."
"Wait, he hasn't even played!" the confused chamberpot protested. It was a surprise for the people at the table that Baptiste recognized something was afoot, really.
"He already played before we got here. That's why I said a debt."
"Doesn't make any sense!"
"I told you, I'll do the thinking and you'll do the smashing," Damien said, and then muttered under his breath, "For now."
Finnegan who was still sitting on Damien's lap stifled a groan, before looking back at Damien who was looking at him back while lightly biting his bicep. It wasn't the bit that made Finnegan groan, but the tip of Damien's finger that had breached his ass when he said, "For now."
Finnegan smirked at him fully understanding the meaning of Damien's whispers, but deep at the back of his subconsciousness, he could feel Baptiste was not the only target of that "For now". Not that he could feel much since the tip of Damine's finger was making a circular movement like he was stirring a pot.
"Fuck, fucking do it already fatso!" Baptiste commanded him which Abraham dutifully obeyed.
His piss was dark yellow, almost turned green, and it smelled so foul that the people at the table gagged. Then, Abraham "accidentally" sprayed Baptiste's face with the foul liquid with the last stream before stuffing it inside his trousers.
"What the fuck, you fatso!"
"My apology, my Lord. I have trouble controlling my piss lately, and it was extremely harder to control the weak stream," He said with a weak voice as he smiled widely at the people at the table knowing fully well Baptiste cannot see past his rotund belly at his face.
"Fuck off, you fat fuck! I'll make you run miles tomorrow!"
"C'mon, Baptiste, I told you not to take revenge just because you lost a bet. It's not very chivalrous of you."
"Grrr!" He growled like a dog being told off by his master, and his master was obviously Damien.
After finishing his piss, Abraham went to "greet" the prince. Not long after, the brawl at the Royal Bar was also settling down so Finnegan had to go back to tending his bar leaving the game, not before "winning" another game and making Baptiste's eyes roll to the back of his skull, spasming, despite in self-muscle lock with his piss torrent for the last time.
As night encroached midnight, Josiah was having his turn pissing into the muscly "piss-barrel" all in nude. His body was not only built with muscle but also looked like it was sculpted by an artisan like a Greek god. And like a Greek god, his dick was small and his piss trickled like a cherub. He noticed that Baptiste's hole could not drain the last bit of the piss left outside of the spread open asslips as it puddled around the soft reddish-pink flesh.
"I think the chamberpot is already full guys," he announced shaking his dick.
"Really? I think you can go to the latrine and empty yourself then, Baptiste," Damien announced.
"Fucking finally!" Before Baptiste could even move, the Han doctor already appeared there, stabbing several points at Baptiste's body with his finger making the man enter another muscle-lock state, only wasn't self-inflicted, and gave a Chinese bow to Damien, "What the fuck did you do, you fucking 2 inches dick twig! Release my body!"
"I have a much better offer," Zhuzhong said calmly.
"I am listening," Damien said.
"The part of the Baptiste's body that is full is only the large intestines. For a normal person, this procedure is already dangerous enough to one's body. However, from my observation during our training, the Marshall's body is not only strong, but also durable with strong endurance, both the outside and the inside. I say we could safely open the small intestine and flood it with piss. After all, we had prepared the Marshall, and he had been eating nothing since yesterday except for my energy potions, and he already shit himself clean this morning. I might even be tempted to open the gate to his stomach as well, and see how durable the Marshall is later in the night."
"I don't understand a thing you said, release my body now!" Baptiste roared.
"And I assume this procedure is more expensive than the last one?"
"I'll give you a discounted price since it will also benefit my research, just let me asses the body when you're done."
"I don't know..."
"What do you need to think for!? Do whatever you need to open his intestine and stomach, I promised this shitbag I'll fill his body full of piss and I intend to do my promise! I'll pay you extra to keep him like this!" Jean said throwing a satchel full of gold coins to Zhuzhong who smiled politely.
The doctor kneeled and then pressed his finger deep inside several points in Baptise's ass and then his torso making it produce a growl and a sound of water being drained while Baptiste himself moaned as if he was in pleasure.
"That should be it, I also made his asshole a little bit more flexible to accept your piss easier. pleasure doing business with you."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Let me do the honor of filling your inside for the first time!"
That's not how water worked, but Zhuzhong wasn't going to complain when he already got his money.
"Wait, do you have a potion to make us piss more?"
"Yes, of course. It's a simple potion, so it's quite cheap. I'll give you a discounted price if you buy it for the whole table."
"Keep us stocked for the night then."
"You're most generous, my Duke," Zhuzhong gave a deep bow.
Jean waved Zhuzhong away as he tossed more gold coins to the table. He positioned himself in between Baptiste's legs and pressed his luck as he pressed his cockhead on Baptiste's asshole who was still in confusion. He released his piss right on the inner lips and felt it open right away even wrapping around the tip of his cockhead right around the piss slit. He wasn't sure if that counted as him deflowering Baptiste, but he'd like to convince himself he had, and the thought of him deflowering Baptiste right in the middle of the court haywire his brain as he released his cum straight into Baptiste's waiting asshole. Although it usually would be a stain on his honor to cum seconds after he was inside a bitch, this bitch was no ordinary bitch. It was Baptiste that he had deflowered, or he would love to think he had anyway. He suppressed his groan because he knew Damien wouldn't let him off the hook if that wimp knew he had cum inside his prey, and although he wouldn't have feared the past Damien, this Damien wasn't only close to Finnegan and Baptiste, but also to his stud Cian.
Damien who was watching from behind Jean's back only knew that the man had pressed his cock on the lips, but didn't know he had cum inside the open hole that was Baptiste.
When Jean finished and turned around, Damien was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. As much as it was humiliating for Jean to admit his ass was trembling in fear because of a mere courtier, he did. But he maintained his composure and threw a few more gold coins on the table as an extra payment for pressing his cock on the asshole, which Damien took with a bright smile.
By morning, Baptiste had taken 10 more piss from Jean, 8 more from Marlon, 9 more from Gaston, 4 more from Hugo, 4 more from Karl, 5 more from Jamie, 4 from Josiah, 4 more from Damine, and 3 from Joshua. They pissed at least a liter every time thanks to Zhuzhong's potion as it not only increased the amount that they pissed but also the frequency.
"You're not a chamberpot, you're a fucking piss-barrel!" Jean slurred as he finished adding the last drop of his piss into Baptiste. He pressed his hands on Baptiste's fingers who had been keeping his anus open the entire night then pulled the anus even apart, trying to open the sphincter, making Baptiste groan in pain. It opened slightly and let out a wet bubbly fart which made a bit of water come out of the asshole, before the hole drained it back inside, "Hah! Not even a fart left in you!" He exclaimed and spanked Baptiste's asscheek.
Damien was conscious enough to know what was happening, but too drunk to care, "Extra, extra, extra!" He slurred waving his money at Jean. Baptiste himself was too focused on the uncomfortable feeling his whole body felt to care about the spank or whatever Jean did to him. He felt really full, he looked really full. His muscle stomach bloated, and his body was wet from the sweat and the piss that didn't make it into his hole. At first, he shouted bloody murder to those who miss, but as his body got filled and the pain and the cramp set in, he no longer care even when they started to intentionally hose his body with their piss. He felt like he was going to puke at any time.
Everyone at the table was in a similar state of drunkness, they barely could hold their head up but still managed to look and clap at Jean's antic. The ballroom itself was mostly empty as the courtiers had already made it back to their room by the morning leaving only those who party until late. Even those people had started to wake up.
"Um... You called us to gather here, sir?" A young soldier, a teenager, came into the room, with an army of soldiers behind him.
The tall teen had curly brunette hair wearing a cheap tunic and dark trousers with not much muscle in them, but still pretty fit. He was nerdy but pretty good-looking. A militia in training, and a commoner. They were called to meet in the ballroom yesterday, which was already strange enough because they usually trained at the barrack's field, without their training gear but seeing the huge and proud Marshall himself on the ground upturned holding clawing his asshole open for the conscripts to see his innermost private place did make the boy confused, embarrassed, and almost laugh. Some stifled laughed and "wtf!" were heard among the conscripts. These were the soldiers that Baptiste himself trained under his harsh and strict regime.
"What's your name, boy?" Jean slurred again.
"Claude, sir!"
He was a young up-and-coming new recruit who, if not for his lowborn status, would've risen to prominence. That being said, Baptiste did pat him on the back often and he was considered the leader amongst the conscripts by his unofficial approval. That didn't mean Claude did not have a grudge against the Marshall; being looked at by him also meant more jobs and menial tasks as his errand boy.
"Is this everyone?"
"All of the conscripts and the stationed royal army are here, sir. We already informed the knights of this morning's gathering and only some managed to gather here."
"It doesn't matter, it's their loss if they don't come." Jean leaned in and spanked Baptiste's ass a couple of times. The conscript was flabbergasted by the act, not in the million years they would imagine the Marshall would be in the humiliating position that he was in, let alone letting someone spank his ass.
"You might not know this, but today is your Marshall's birthday. And for his birthday, with the help of his dearest friends, he has prepared a special show for all of you!" Jean grinned wickedly while the conscripts murmured among themselves, "And Claude, since you're the top rank in your training despite this big monkey spanking your ass every day, you get the first and the best seat. Come here!"
Claude wasn't sure of the intention of the Duke, but as a commoner and soldier, he knew better than to refuse a noble's order, especially not from a high-ranking one. So he stood where the Duke pointed at, behind Baptiste's upturned back and directly above the clawed open hole.
"You might've heard the Leinster were making fountains out of their bitches. But let me show you a trick Cian taught me personally on how to make the biggest fountain."
With a wicked grin, Jean stood over Baptiste's body while grabbing both of the muscle legs. He steadied himself with one foot stepping lightly on Baptiste's full stomach, before saying, "Happy birthday, cunt!"
Jean jumped and then pressed Baptiste's stomach with both of his feet as he fell onto Baptiste who grunted loudly like a bull. Baptiste's already rolled-up position made Jean's ass fall flat on Baptiste's face while at the same time, his feet were pushing hard on Baptiste's stomach. A torrent of piss burst out of his hole hitting Claude square on the face, drenching him at once. The torrent didn't stop for a full five minutes.
"Fuck yeah!" Jean said as he slammed his ass up and down Baptiste's face while pressing his foot even harder.
When the torrent slowed down and then seemingly stopped, the asshole shot out another burst the next second. It wasn't a long stream, but a strong burst. It happened a couple of times before Jean finally decided to let go of Baptiste's body and stood up.
It seemed that whatever muscle lock Zhuzhong had on Baptiste had completely gone along with the piss inside his body.
He was a mess. His body was drenched in piss and his face was red from Jean's muscle ass slams. His body was constantly spasming and he was in delirium, unaware of where he was and things that came out of his mouth were only grunt and sighed. It seemed that the piss didn't come out only from the ass, but also from his mouth, his nose, and his own cock as well. Jean couldn't tell, but he wasn't surprised if the piss came out of his ears as well.
However, it wasn't that which caught Jean's eyes, it was one particular thing on Baptiste's nose. The piss water was yellowish but clear and runny. The thing coming out of Baptiste's nose was white and thick, and Jean took that as a sign from God.
Jean stood and squatted beside Baptiste's head. He then covered Baptiste's mouth before scooping the cum that came out of the nose and then shoved it back into the nose before plugging both of the nostrils with his fingers.
Baptiste who couldn't breathe snorted Jean's cum hard and at the same time, the scent of cum drove his mind into overdrive as his cock erupted in so much cum that it drenched his body.
Jean laughed at the spectacle, while the crowd of conscripts giggled and sniggered quietly. Jean wished they knew the Marshall had just cum from inhaling his cum, but of course, he couldn't do that. Even as he was pissed drunk, his cock bricked up like steel, and his ass itching like crazy, it didn't make Jean crazy enough to have Baptiste kill him the next day. It did make his mouth water at Claude's drenched body, specifically, his cock that had become visible since his trousers were drenched in piss.
Jean's ass was Leinster exclusive, but there were no Leinster around and he was both extremely pissed drunk and horny, so he had to make an exception. He pulled Claude aside straight to his chamber and kissed the conscript before riding him for a full minute. Not because Claude's cock had cum, but because Claude pushed the Duke down and rode him to the next sunset instead.
When Claude walked out of Jean's chamber with a new and expensive-looking outfit leaving the door open, what appeared inside was the sight of the Duke on his stomach and his legs flat on each of his sides like a frog with his ass perched on the side of the bed, his hands tied together at his back and his mouth gagged with Claude's loincloth. From his gaping hole came out a slow stream of cum trailing down his taint, balls, and his cock dripping into the chamberpot below.
Hello! I am back again, finally, with a new chapter. As you might've read, this chapter is fairly shorter than usual, and this is what I meant when I said I wanted to experiment with some stuff. Basically, I am trying to keep the chapter focused on one particular part, as most of my trouble with writing tends to be the fact that it takes longer for me to continue a chapter when I already have part of the story done. I hope it'll make me write and post chapters more frequently. The possible drawback I potentially foresee is the consistency of the story because usually, I'd just edit parts that I think might be inconsistent before publishing it, but now I have to double-check with previous chapters.
I know I said that and it took me months to post this chapter, but I truly had many things going on the past few months from social calls to getting sick.
Anyway, what do you think of the new chapter? Do you think it's too short or is it lacking in anything? Please tell me what you think about this chapter or if you have any questions in general!