Switching Sides

Switching Sides

Chapter 1

He reclined languidly on his gold and gem encrusted throne as he watched me enter the ornate audience chamber. I'd been instructed on how to approach the King of Aldig. First, you kneel on the deeply cushioned carpet runner that connects the doorway to the throne. You bow with your head to the carpet three times before scrambling forward on your hands and knees for ten feet. Then, you turn and shamble backwards (again on your hands and knees) toward the throne for five feet. Once more you bow three times after you've turned toward the throne and scramble on hands and knees for another ten feet. There were markers in the carpet to tell you when to switch. You repeat this humiliating approach to the king until you are at the base of the throne. Once there, you are allowed to rise, but not rise off your knees. You are to keep your head bowed, but you are allowed to glance up at the king and his attending guards if you don't stare.

Each times I'd turned as I made my way forward, I surveyed the audience chamber. Over-the-top and gaudy would be praise for it. To my eye, it hadn't been redecorated in more than a century, and was showing its age. But, the king and his guards were not old. They were young, handsome, and virile. Without a way to stop it, my dick jerked to a full 10" erection as I crawled closer and closer to the throne. The guards' dicks rose as I drew abreast of them. The king's fat, brown dick throbbed enticingly on his cobblestone abs. From his raised platform, he looked down at me. His green eyes bored into me. Was I a spy as most "outlanders" were? Or was I a young man looking for an opportunity to serve this king. His smooth, unblemished, brown skin rippled over his heavily muscled body. He licked his lips and gestured for me to turn around and get on my hands and knees again. He murmured approval and told me to turn around again and face him.

What I'd first noticed about the good-looking king was that he was nude, with the exception of his golden crown encrusted with priceless gems, his gold and jeweled arm bands, and an ornate breastwork that shined with a startling golden luster. There were flecks of grey in his hair, so I concluded he had to be somewhere in his late 30s or early 40s. But, what had drawn my attention was his lower body. His legs were held up by two of his muscular black guards and his asshole was dribbling cum. Both guards had enormous dicks, but the dick on the right had a slickness and shininess to it, plus a drip of white cum suspended from the tip. Had he just fucked the king and dumped a load?

The leaders of my land were universal in their condemnation of the "degenerate" land across the sea. They preached loud and long about what an abomination they were. They needed a "holy war" to rid the planet of that scandalous scourge. But, our land produced few scientists of clear mind who could find any way to thwart the technology and defenses of the "degenerates" science. Free thought was discouraged, only true believers were ever allowed the resources to research counter-measures to our enemy's technology.

True believers were in the majority. Even though we considered ourselves part of a democratic republic, our national votes and referenda were not universally supported. A small, but growing, minority voted against the religion-obsessed minions in charge. Without access to proper media, the minority had no voice. Added to that, only men and women of property were allowed to vote. But, even apartment dwellers and other renters could find land to purchase. Prices were low, so nearly anyone could afford to buy. The purchased land didn't have to be productive, just owned. However, that was still an obstacle for the poor. They couldn't afford to buy land when they were living hand-to-mouth. And with the media owned by the government and dissent suppressed, only one message got to the voters: "We need another holy war!" The poor never had a voice to free them from their miserable existence. They had no vote and no one who could vote took up their plight. The poor were merely cannon fodder for the priestly class and their endless calls for another holy war.

I was an excellent student in school, so I got a good job with the government right away. With my first pay, I bought a small parcel of land (a tiny lot measuring one hundred square feet) well outside the capital city. It wasn't much, but it did allow me to vote.

But, I was harboring a "shameful" secret. I liked men in a VERY big way. Any chance I got to suck a dick, fuck a hot ass, or have both done to me, I was on it. I'd been very lucky so far. I hadn't gotten caught or turned in by any of my fuck buddies. But, I knew it was only a matter of time before my need for hot, male sex would get me in serious trouble.

The country's religious leaders were always calling for their stupid holy wars. And because they controlled the government, they recruited frequently for soldiers and spies. They'd already lost two skirmishes with the enemy and would probably lose the next one just as badly. With their overwhelming technological edge, the enemy didn't have to break a sweat to defeat us. Our ships were sunk before they could disembark the soldiers, and our planes were defenseless against their various weapons to bring us down.

After our second defeat, my faith in our leaders had reached zero. Of course, they blamed the debacle on seditious, gay elements and minorities in our country. I was in double jeopardy: I was black and gay. The fault wasn't theirs as their gods and the state religion were infallible. In quiet conversations, I was hearing more and more dissent. But, there was no current way to communicate that dissent and get a chance to govern. We desperately needed to throw off the yoke of these idiots, but there didn't appear to be a way to accomplish that. They had a stranglehold on the message and the means to suppress all dissent.

I couldn't wait for the potential eventuality of revolution in my country. I knew they'd start rounding up anyone who even appeared gay or was a racial minority to "purify" our country after the next defeat (which was sure to come).

So, when they asked for volunteers to go to our enemy's lands and spy, I decided I'd do it. This wasn't an easy decision. Word had filtered back that previous spies who had been sent had all perished. Our clergy said that was due to the depravity heaped upon them by the enemy. I found that hard to believe. It was more likely that the spies had been captured and killed. But, I was not deterred. A fuck buddy of mine had volunteered to spy on our enemy and hadn't come back. That was expected. But, what surprised me was that I got a message through his mother that only made sense to me. He was alive and well, living the good life with his new boyfriend. The message was cryptic and had been agreed to ahead of his departure.

I was given all the training the State could provide in spy craft. Of course, there was religious indoctrination, but I was able to make the appropriate mouth noises to pass the course. My only concern was getting into the enemy's country without being detected or blown out of the sky before I could make good on my hope for asylum.

The date of departure arrived. They had the good sense to send me in at night, hoping that darkness and silence would cover my approach. Of course, the enemy could see in the dark and forced my silent glider down into a farmer's field. A contingent of soldiers captured me before I could cross to the next field and hide in a dark copse. I gave up readily. They stripped me of equipment and clothing, leaving me with only my shoes. The soldier in charge waved an electronic device over me to check for hidden transmitting chips. At the time, I had no idea what he was doing as that technology was beyond our science. I was shackled and gagged, then dragged to the nearest military base where I met their commander.

I stood before him with only my shoes on. His gaze continued to stray to my overly large dick. More than once he asked me to turn around. He brought in a medical person who examined my teeth, dick, balls, and ass. He spent such an inordinate amount of time on my dick and ass that my dick rose up to my full 10" of dark manhood. The captain whistled in appreciation. Before the physician left, he whispered something in the captain's ear. I couldn't hear what was said, but did notice the big smile on the captain's face.

My cover story was that I was blown off course during a military exercise and had no choice but to land where the enemy had forced me down. "Winds are very tricky and difficult to overcome in a glider," I continued to protest. They weren't buying it. It was clear that they had been tracking me from the time my glider was released by the towing plane.

After the captain asked me a few questions (which I answered as truthfully as I could without revealing my spy status), he sent me away to a cell in another building. I was fed, given something to drink (which I really liked), bedding and blankets. I had just made my bed when one of the soldiers who'd captured me came into my cell. Looking over my shoulder, I quizzed him on what he wanted. Even with his dialect, I could understand that he wanted a blowjob. He had a nice dick, so I agreed. But, first, he put a special kind of jock on me so I couldn't jack my dick. The poor guy had a hair trigger or I had skills he hadn't anticipated, because he blew a load down my throat in under a minute. It wasn't a big load, but it sure tasted good to me. My dry spell at home at been over two months while I was in training.

When I tried to jack off by rubbing the jock as I blew him, he slapped my hand away. "You are not allowed to nutt," he admonished sternly, "nor am I allowed to suck you off or fuck your beautiful ass. The commander says you are to be presented to the king as a gift. But, we are rewarded for capturing you by making you suck us off. You seem to have enjoyed it," he smiled.

The rest of the squad made their way to my cell one by one and dumped load after load down my throat. At least three of them came back for seconds. Finally, I was allowed to sleep. I expected to be abused or interrogated repeatedly, but it never happened. At least half of the soldiers rimmed my ass as I blew them, but I still wasn't allowed to touch my dick. When I had to piss, I had to ask for permission and then someone would hold my dick, so I wouldn't try to jack myself off. They allowed me to sleep as long as I needed. Every day I was there, I was told to exercise and which exercises to perform. The captain saw me every day for additional questioning, but I stuck to my cover story.

A week into my captivity, the commander pulled me into his office for another expected interrogation. "You're a very handsome man," the captain began. "The king has summoned you to his court to determine your future." At that point, he told me how to behave before the king and how to enter his audience chamber. I still wondered how the king even knew about me, but I did recall that pictures had been taken of me, which included my spread ass and my very hard dick. I wondered if the king was gay, too. I'd heard stories in my country about him, but hadn't believed any of them. Maybe there was truth to the rumor that he enjoyed the company of men. I would do my "gay best" to impress him.

Now in the king's audience chamber, I was naked and on my knees facing him. "I hear from the squadron that captured you that you're an excellent cocksucker." I glanced up at him, but wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. "Speak up, Man! Are you an excellent cocksucker?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," I responded in a strong voice. The two black guards turned toward me, ready to spring to the king's defense if he needed them. Their six foot wooden staves could easily break bones, including my head. I was sure they were well trained and wouldn't hesitate to end my life at the king's command. "I'm an excellent cocksucker," I repeated his words. The guards smiled, their big, black dicks as hard as mine.

"And you have other skills?" the king asked. Again, I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what he meant. "Sexual skills," the king clarified.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"And what are those skills?"

I didn't want to offend the king by being too graphic, but his country's reputation loosened my tongue. "I can fuck a hot ass so well that I make the man cum without touching his dick," I bragged. The king smirked at my bravado. "And I can do the same thing just by rimming his ass." The king looked surprised at that boast. Had I gone too far? I had done that with a couple of men at home, but I didn't know if I could do it to any man.

"Is that so?" the king challenged. I nodded firmly. "Leave us!" the king commanded. "The spy has something to prove to me." Even his guards turned to leave which surprised me. Could the king actually trust this foreigner, even though he said all the right things? Evidently, the glowing reports from my captors had convinced him that I was no threat to him.

When the last door had closed, the king commanded, "Eat my ass!" He lifted his legs into his chest and smiled at me. His asshole winked wetly at me. I leaned in and licked at his cream-smeared hole. The black guard had great tasting cum, I decided. I probed my tongue deeper and scooped up more cum. This had a slightly different taste, like it might be a mixture of more than one man's load. I'd sampled such a mixture at a private party once. The host was an unapologetic bottom and took as many loads as he could. It was my pleasure to eat his ass out after each load got fucked into him. Then, I spent the night in his bed, adding my loads to his ass and eating him out until the sun rose. I knew what I was doing.

"Yes," the king sighed, "you do have skills." He looked down at me. "But, will you make me cum just by eating my ass?"

"If you have the time, I have the tongue," I boasted. He nodded and let me resume my lingual stimulation of his asshole. My tongue was getting tired after five minutes, but the king was clearly enjoying what I was doing.

Suddenly, the king asked, "When was the last time you fucked a manhole?"

"Um, more than two months ago, Your majesty," I admitted.

"Your nuts must hurt a lot by now," he allowed. "How'd you like to empty them?"

"Very much so, Your Majesty."

"Fuck me, then!" he commanded.

I rose off my knees, aimed my hard 10" dick toward his very wet hole and pushed gently. I nearly fell in. The king got fucked a lot! Without a pause, I hit bottom and made my dick jerk inside him. I pulled out until only my big, spongy head was still in him. "I apologize, Your Majesty, in advance, because I'm sure I'll cum too soon. You have incredible ass skills, Sire."

"You have my permission to cum inside me," he smiled. "I'm sure after such a long period of time, you'll have a big load to deliver." I nodded and smiled at him. Resuming my slow fucking motion, I reached up and massaged his erect nipples. I didn't even think that I wasn't supposed to touch the king without his permission. I guess my brain assumed that if my hard dick was deep in his ass about ready to pump a giant load into him that touching him anywhere was going to be okay. I was right.

"Oh, yeah, that's good," the king exulted. "Fuck my ass and breed me. I want your cum in me!" he begged.

I pumped his ass with shorter strokes, hoping that my big dickhead would rub his prostate and make him cum without touching his dick. At least, that part of my boast could be proved, if I could hold out long enough. Slowing my pace, I could see that his dick was jerking and leaking a lot of precum. I continued in this manner for another few minutes, gradually increasing the pace until I was pounding his ass. At this point, I didn't care if he shot a load. I needed to breed him hard and deep. My nuts pulled up tightly against the base of my long dick. I could feel the big head of my dick tingle. I was reaching my climax. It would be only half a dozen more pumps and I'd be breeding the king's ass.

"Fuck ME!" the king shouted and released a massive shot of cum that splattered against his face. Another one quickly followed that sprayed against his chin. More followed, coating his shoulders and chest plates.

I followed quickly with volley after volley of my baby batter deeply squirted into him like a fire hose. I felt my nuts kick and dump more cum into him with my spraying, spasming dick. The king had been fucked a lot, but my dick was big enough to feel the tight sides of his love tunnel and his squeezing ass muscles that paced his own climax. It was an amazing, nearly debilitating climax for me. It felt so good to finally cum after such a long time.

I'd lost count of the number of squirts of cum that I'd pumped into him. I remember counting seven, but there were more that followed. Collapsing atop him, I was about to kiss him when I remembered who I was fucking and pulled back. The king pulled me down to his face and kissed me gently. "You're an amazing man, Mr. Spy," he whispered.

I jerked away. "But, I'm not a spy. I was blown off course," I protested.

"And you actually expect me to believe that?"

"But, it's true!"

"In your country, are you not a minority and a pariah because you're gay?" I nodded. "So, why are you in their military if you are so persecuted and looked down upon?" He kept the pressure on my ass so I couldn't pull out. I didn't answer. "I would offer a position in my imperial court, but you are an outlander. No one of that category can serve that closely to the king."

I couldn't help it. I know I looked terrified. "But, Your Majesty," I begged, "I'm a simple soldier doing my duty."

"To a country that persecutes you and is about to put you into an `undesirables' camp." I blanched at his knowledge. "Yes, I have spies, too," he revealed. "And they tell me that you can't return. It would be the first time any of your spies were repatriated, so they'd assume you'd been turned and were now a spy for me. Your chances are zero there."

"Then, what of me here?" I questioned.

"We usually execute spies, but I'm making an exception for you," the king said. "But, there will be stipulations." I was so relieved that I nearly cried with joy.

"Um, Your Majesty," I began, "my good friend, Nindor Cordine, was also captured by your people. I got a message through his mother that he is very happy here with his new boyfriend."

The king smiled. "I wondered if his coded message reached the right person. I see that it did." I nodded and began to pull away from the king, but he kept me well seated in his ass. "The message was so convoluted that it had to mean something other than what it said in the clear."

"So, what did you have in mind for me, then?"

"I will give you to my most trusted advisor as a gift. If you service him well, you will be freed in five years. At that point, you may establish any relationship you wish. Meanwhile, I'll have access to your considerable skills as I wish them," he said. "I will summon him straight away, but we'll need to shower first and have a light lunch. Would you like to exercise with me before we do that?"

"I would be honored, Your Majesty," I beamed, although in the back of my mind, I wondered what kind of man I'd be "servicing" for the next five years. He showed me how to use exercise machines I'd never seen before. The machines were a revelation and worked my muscles in ways I didn't think possible. Yet, after we'd finished, I felt like I'd had the best workout ever.

In the marble shower with gold fixtures, we cleaned up. "You know," the king observed, "you have an incredible ass and a really big dick. You'd be perfect for my palace guard, if you weren't an outlander." The king signed. "But, I will have access to your skills for at least the next five years." He patted my ass and stroked my hard dick. I did the same for him. Before I knew it, we were in a hot embrace, kissing like starving lovers. "I'm supposed to save my sperm for breeding a young woman next week to continue the royal line. But, your ass is so perfect and I'm very sure I'll have enough cum for her in a week's time that I'm hoping that you'll allow me to fuck you."

"I was hoping you would, Your Majesty," I replied. "I'd be honored."

"But, you mustn't tell anyone. I'm breaking all kinds of protocol and probably laws," he warned.

"Understood, Sire." I bent over in front of him and spread my ass cheeks. He turned off the showers and knelt behind me. His tongue worked its way inside me. I moaned loudly. My ass loved to be eaten out, especially when it was a prelude to getting fucked by a big dick. He licked and sucked on my asshole for several minutes. I reached between my legs and gently caressed his hard dick. The precum flowing from it coated my fingertips. Of course, I had to lick them off. Delicious!

"I haven't nutted in several days, even though you just made me cum when you fucked me. So this will be a short ride," the king admitted, "but I can assure you that the load will be huge. All those big, black dicks have been fucking me every day and loading my ass up for a reason. The science isn't there, but it sure does make me wanna fuck and cum with all that manly juice inside me."

"I need to get fucked so bad, Sire. Please fuck me!" I begged. He stood behind me and gently pressed his thick dick against my hole. I pushed back against him. With the combination of his tongue and spit and his prodigious precum, he entered me easily and sank to the base of his dick in one slow, delightful motion. "Fuck! You're so wonderfully big," I moaned.

"I was hoping you'd be a good bottom for my kingly dick. You have such a perfect body and a round, hard, bubble butt that begs for deep tonguing and fucking," he whispered. He held me tightly against him, making circular motions deep inside me. "This is too good!" the king moaned. "I wanna fuck this perfect ass longer, but I can't hold back," he croaked out. With that last pronouncement, he slammed hard against my muscle butt and began to unload. I felt jerk after jerk inside me as his dick fired sprays of nutt quickly into me. I grabbed his hard ass and held him tightly against me as his climax reached a peak. He pulled out and slammed hard up my hole, pumping out more juice for my hungry ass. I needed this hot fuck after such a long spell of no cream in my butt.

"That's the best fuck I've ever had, Your Majesty!" I praised. And what I said was mostly true. Only one man had been markedly better and that was my friend, Pronin. He had darker skin than mine and stood a little shorter. His muscles weren't as well developed as mine, but his monster dick hit me in places I didn't know I had. And his skills at fucking me made my head spin and my eyes roll back in my head. His dick was longer than mine and thicker. And his loads were huge, produced by the biggest bull nuts I'd ever seen on a man. He was also the best ass eater I'd ever encountered. But, he lived in a far neighborhood from where I lived, so I didn't see him very often. Besides, he already had a white boyfriend who secretly kept him. The boyfriend was high enough up in the government to be a major problem if their sexual relationship was ever discovered. And it would go doubly bad with him as he was getting fucked often and hard by a black man. Only when the boyfriend was out of the city were we able to connect and get some serious fucking done. He was also willing to flip-fuck with me. His boyfriend would never fuck him. Boyfriend's loss as I saw it.

But, right now, I had the King of Aldig deep in my ass, draining the last dribbles of a very big load into me. I slowly stood up in front of him, making sure that his dick didn't leave my ass. I leaned back into his broad chest and sighed. He nuzzled my neck and kissed my right ear. I turned my head toward him and he kissed me tenderly. "If only you weren't an outlander," he said. "I get a lot of sex being king, but I don't get sex that includes fucking an incredible ass or eating out a wonderfully loaded butt like yours. Nor am I able to kiss the man I love. A king's duties forbid it. I must be above it all," he added petulantly. "However," he added brightly, "my fourth son shows promise as my successor. When he reaches the age of 20, he can take over and I can retire. That will allow me to do as I please in pursuing a relationship with whom I choose, male or female."

"And how old is he now?" I asked. "And why not your first son, Sire?"

The king smiled and kissed me again. "You don't know our ways, my wonderful spy. The sons of the king, of which there must be a minimum of 12, are tested from the time they are curious about sex, approximately age 8. The tests are designed in such a way as to determine which sons are gay and which ones aren't. The older three sons showed a decided preference for women, which has only grown more pronounced as they aged. My fourth son immediately showed interest in men and the sexual acts men can do with each other. When he could reach a wet climax, he was granted any sexual wish he had, as long as it didn't hurt himself or anyone else. He is now 18 and has been enjoying the sexual prowess of several of my imperial guards, as a top and a bottom. When he becomes king in two more years, he must demonstrate an ability to have sex with women as well and impregnate them. After he has sired 12 sons, he may again enjoy any sexual partner he desires in any fashion. I have one more son to make before I have my required 12 sons. Two of the women I have bedded recently are pregnant with sons 12 and 13. But, miscarriages and still births happen, so I'm required to continue my monthly services of nubile young women."

"Why 12, Your Majesty?" I wondered.

"Tradition and law," the king replied. "Studies have shown that between 8% and 10% of all males are gay. Therefore, to be sure I have at least one gay son, I'm required to have 12 sons, plus whatever daughters are born." The king pulled slowly from my ass with a wet plop.

"And if you don't find a gay son within those 12?"

The king hesitated for a moment, taking time to eat some of his load from my ass. "Then, I keep making babies until I do have one." He paused again as he resumed felching my hole for another minute or so. "My father was nearly 70 before I was old enough and gay enough to assume the throne. I had an older brother who was gay, but he died just as he turned 20. My father was heartbroken, as the lad was his favorite for many reasons. The old king lived only a few months after my ascension. I dearly loved the old man and so did the imperial guard. Even though the daughters can't succeed to the throne, they are well taken care of and are allowed to marry whom they wish, including another woman. Or they may remain spinsters. The choice is theirs.

"And why must the king be gay?" I asked.

"Gay kings have more sense than the straight ones. They aren't swayed by female wiles, but the same can be said of gay kings. They can certainly be swayed by a man who hasn't the king's or the kingdom's best interests at heart. Thus, the king is NOT allowed to form permanent bonds with anyone until he has been succeeded by his son. And it has worked for over 300 years."

"And what of the straight sons who are older than the prince who succeeds? Don't they want to be king instead?"

"There have been occasional moves in that direction, but they've always failed. The current system works and the King's Council and the Chamber of Deputies have always turned down such a move. However, if my son were to be a particularly bad king, he can be removed by a vote of the Council and Deputies and the previous king's next gay son will succeed. However, if the current king has a son who is nearly of age, the Council has the power to override any decree or decision of the king until that son turns 20." The king returned to eating out my ass. I wasn't about to tell him we should leave for lunch. He was already having his lunch in my ass. "And will you fuck my ass again, Master Spy?"

I smiled. There was no point in my repeated denials. And his ass was a delight to fuck. His royal tongue in my asshole had caused my dick to rise and stiffen. I was ready to do my duty. Once more, I knelt behind him and ate his ass out as good as he had mine. The taste of my cum and that of his guards urged me on. After two months of no sex, I was getting all I wanted. My recovery powers were legendary back in my country. I was proving them to be equally as good here. With my dripping dick pressing at his wet back door, I eased forward. His hungry ass engulfed me completely. I hoped that this fuck would take longer than the last one, but it I wasn't too hopeful. His bottoming skills were well practiced.

"I promise to do a better job of holding back this time, Your Majesty," I said. "Do you want me to force you to nutt again just by fucking your hot ass?"

"I do need to save some cum for next week," he smiled over his shoulder. "And I prefer my fuck sessions to be shorter, rather than longer. For me, the point is getting cum in my ass, not getting my ass fucked."

"As you wish, Sire." I fucked him as he'd requested, going for my climax rather than giving him a fuck so good that he'd cum without touching his dick. And after I loaded his ass again, I had to eat his hole out, again. An ass that nice with that much cum in it needed a warm tongue to cool it off and take care of the overflow.

Over lunch, he told me of my new master, the king's commanding general. I thought he'd be old, but the king assured me that he wasn't. The general was a moderately young man, younger than the king, but a brilliant leader, counsellor, and tactician. He was also the king's cousin. I was assured that his cousin got the commanding general post through his skills as a military mastermind, not as a relative of the king. And they'd never had sex, he assured me.

"In the future," the king said at the end of the meal, "you'll be required to enter the audience chamber in the same manner you did today. Only after you have served your five years will you be allowed to enter the chamber standing. However, as you may have already surmised, no one enters the audience room with clothes on, shoes being the exception.

"What about women?" I wondered.

"They are not allowed in the presence of the king in the audience chamber, except for the maidens who will be my bed mates for carrying on the royal line," he explained. "Otherwise, they make their petitions in writing through a male relative or personally in the Chamber of Deputies. The daughters of the king are an exception, but they also may not be seen in the audience chamber. They may see the king in his quarters or in their quarters. And I do spend a great deal of time with all my children, being the father that any father would wish to do for his many children."

The king dressed more modestly now and sent for a courtier to find appropriate clothing for me. His instructions made only vague sense to me, but as his captive, there was no point in making any suggestions on my new attire. A few minutes later, I was dressed in loose, silk trousers, a shirt of the softest, finest leather I'd ever touched, new soft, but supportive shoes, and a colorful, leather, "outlander" collar that I was told I must wear for the next five years. Other than the collar designating my status, I was overwhelmed with the king's generosity and good taste. I'd never worn such magnificent clothing in my life.

Checking myself in a full-length, nearby mirror, I noticed that the crotch of my silk trousers emphasized my large dick. I thought it would be more modest to have on underwear, or something to hold myself in. Just the thought of how my big dick would reveal itself if I ever got hard in public made me blush. I considered making such an observation to the king, but decided that this country didn't mind seeing a male's genitalia, even covered. I wondered also what the women would think, not that I particularly cared; but it was probably going to be an embarrassment to me when the inevitable hard-on happened in their company.

The king sent a messenger to the commanding general's office with instructions on how to treat me and what my status was. He also told me that the general already had a husband, so I wasn't expected to service him in that way. However, that was up to the general to decide. The general would be allowed to delegate my instruction and training, as well as the limits of my freedom. He was not to treat me as a slave, but as a special status guest of the king. And the king would occasionally call me back to the audience chamber to see how I was progressing. I knew that meant that was the time the king and I would fuck. The general could read into that instruction what he would. That wasn't my concern.

Due to my outlander status, I was never to be allowed in any military facility. So, my first meeting with the commanding general would be at the general's home, to which I was escorted by four soldiers. None of them showed any interest in me, other than to deliver me as commanded.

More truthfully, I should have said I was escorted to the commanding general's estate with a beautiful, spacious palace near the center of his vast property. A few guards were in evidence, but knowing the technological prowess of this country, I was sure that there were intruder detectors I couldn't see as well as other guards purposefully concealed.

My new "captors" were not in residence when I arrived. I was shown to my rooms by the major domo (whom I'd have called the butler, but he had considerably more duties than a butler, as I understood the terms). He answered several questions about my stay with the general, including meal times and what to wear. He surveyed me closely, gauging what my clothing sizes were. I noticed that he paid particular attention to my bulging crotch. With a knowing smile, he sent a servant out to procure additional clothing for me.

When the major domo left, he locked my door. With a sigh, I turned and looked over my new accommodations. I had a spacious bedroom with a very nice, firm bed, a large bathroom with gold fixtures, a living room, and a library with shelves and shelves of books. I pulled a couple of books off the shelves and glanced at the contents. As I could read their language dialect easily, I saw there were a number of history texts, novels of several genre, religion (a very small section), and a large collection of what I called "single-handed" reading (with pictures and illustrations of men having sex with other men to go with the prose). But, there were glaring empty spaces of shelving with no books. I noticed a tag on one of the shelves that read "technology", while another read "science", and a third that read "other lands". They weren't taking any chances that I was a spy who would communicate back what they knew and we didn't know about the subjects. I supposed I'd have done the same in their place.

I continued exploring the library, getting a sense of the men who lived here. The history section was the largest, so I started there, wondering what those books could tell me about the country and how that matched with what we knew about them.

Deeply engrossed in a chapter on their ancient history, I was interrupted by a deep voice. "Learning anything?" he said. I jumped to my feet, dropping the book I'd held, unsure what to expect from the stern-looking man who stood before me.

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