*Note to the reader: I have no idea what I’m doing. Enjoy!
**Another note to the reader: THIS IS MALE X MALE. If you aren't comfortable with two men having sex, please find something else to read. Maybe I'll make a female version of this story, who knows.
The dazzling gleam of sunlight danced off of the warm southern waters as you looked out on the dock of the famous kingdom of Sindria. You glanced up to your ship as various members of your crew threw a quick “farewell” to those going into port to stock up on supplies and inhaled the salty air of the ocean’s welcoming stench. It was finally going to storm; that which had been threatening you and the crew for the duration of the trip from Balbadd to Sindria was finally ready to hit within the coming hour. You’d figured by the air patterns that it would have hit sooner, but it seems the southern seas are much more unpredictable than those of the northern seas of Reim, from where you began your journey.
You turned off the dock and walked into the bustling port, searching for anyone who seemed like they had a semblance of knowledge of where to take you to meet with this so-called “King” Sinbad, but had been given very little instruction as to where to go or for whom to seek.
“Hey,” you called out to one of your crewmates, tossing your hand casually in the air to grab his attention.
“Cap’n?” the man responded anxiously.
“Do you happen to remember ever receiving word on who I am to be escorted by? I don’t see any familiar faces, nor have I been approached by anyone with a familiar name.”
He shook his head and shrugged. “Naw, cap’n, I haven’t seen no one like that. ‘Spose you should just walk on up to the big palace in the center of the city, huh?”
You chuckled and gave him a good pat on the back. “Of course. Brilliant idea, lad,” you responded, trying not to let your sarcastic wit come across in your tone. “I guess I’ll catch up with you fellows tonight.”
You had a long walk up to that immense palace in the center of the island with a storm approaching from the sea. You sighed heavily and began trudging through an unfettered city filled with organic laughter and joy.
After two hours, the steps to the palace were finally in sight—albeit you were drenched head to toe from the rain. Only thirty minutes into the city did the rain begin to drop out of heavy clouds in the sky. The documentation scrolls you carried in your knapsack were presumably illegible now because of the water damage, but you had hope that the sealed container in which they resided actually held up.
Atop the set of thirty steps stood two unwelcoming men wielding spears with each iron head pointed directly at you.
“Stop, stranger!” one man called out.
“State your business,” the other finished.
Exhausted, you pleadingly responded, “I’m here to meet with King Sinbad on the trading shipments that he requested from my village—”
Violet hair and jingling metal equipment burst suddenly through the entryway of the palace and interrupted your conversation with the two soldiers on guard.
“Oh my! _____, you’ve made it! I wouldn’t have expected you to make it through this storm, so I didn’t send Ja’far to come escort you from the docks. Please, my friend, come in and get out of this rain. Come with me and I will show you to a room to dry off and settle in — come, don’t be shy!” He extended a hand out to you and motioned hurriedly to you.
You stood for a second, dumbfounded and wide-eyed that he treated you like a respected friend, much less that he’d remembered your name. After all, you were only a simple northern merchant he had requested a few ordinary supplies from. Was this really the king of Sindria?
You hesitantly followed as the guards returned to their upright, stolid positions, nodding slightly to you as you passed.
“_____, other than this awfully timed storm,” Sinbad asked, glancing quickly back at you as he pushed open one of the immaculate doors of the palace, “was your journey pleasurable?”
“Um, yes, your highness—”
He stopped abruptly and met your eyes with his, putting his calloused hands on your forearms, letting the door close behind him. His voice was deep and sincere. “Please, call me Sinbad. My friend, dismiss the idea that I am ‘royalty.’ In Sindria, we are all free.”
You felt a shiver run from the nape of your neck up to the crown of your head. What is with this provocative demeanor of his? It’s rather forward, and very odd behavior to see in a king…
“My apologies, Sinbad.” His hands slowly dropped from your forearms, leaving a light prickling sensation from your wet arm hair getting pushed in the wrong direction. He turned and continued to lead you through the halls.
You swallowed your breath. “Sinbad?”
His head turned slightly, acknowledging your interest in a conversation.
“Please do forgive my presumptuous manner in asking such a question, but…do you treat all of your guests with such, uh, respect?”
You could see him contemplating an answer to such a bold question. You felt the need to redact your intrusion when he responded.
“_____, you are from Reim, correct? If I’m not mistaken, you are from a village on one of the northernmost peninsulas of the western continent, where your people specialize in various forms of alchemy… When I first discovered your village, I took such an interest that I just had to learn more about how your people manage to perform such peculiar magic.”
He veered off into another hallway and finally directed you into a beautiful room, motioning for you to follow. You stepped past his outstretched arm into the middle of the quaint room, sliding your knapsack to one side.
“When I wrote to you wanting to meet, the Rukh went crazy around your reciprocated letter. _____, you’ve fascinated me for quite some time, and I’ve been dying to meet you, but I haven’t since gotten the chance to travel to the other side of the world to do so.”
He chuckled slightly with his last statement. However, you had let your knapsack fall to the floor with a gurgled squishing sound from the water that had accumulated in the bottom of it. He eyed you carefully and leaned back against the doorframe. You almost dropped your jaw on the floor next to your knapsack. Upon seeing your reaction, he pushed off the doorframe and instead paced toward you.
“I realize you’ve had to travel quite a way to come here, but I sincerely hope that you and your crew will be able to spend a few days in my beautiful country. We all welcome you any time to Sindria.”
You couldn’t break away from his deep amber eyes. They were so full of mystery, curiosity, and sincerity. You could tell that every word he said was nothing but the truth, but every word was such an eloquent symphony in your ears. He knows of your village, and he knows of your work — furthermore, he lauds everything about you! Now standing in front of you, he reached his hands out to grasp your forearms once again. You finally broke your gaze to look at his rough hands clasping your arms.
Suddenly, you felt a prickle of lust sprouting in your groin, followed shortly by the slow, yet uncontrollable, upward movement in the top of your trousers.
Oh, no, no, no! Why at a time like this do I have to go and get an erection? you internally screamed. Really? His hands??
Your eyes shot back up to his to ensure he didn’t notice anything, but when your eyes locked back on to those deep amber eyes of wonder, they were already focused on what you were trying to hide. You quickly wrenched your arms away from his gentle grasp, again feeling that strange prickling feeling of wet arm hair twisted in an unnatural position. Of course that didn’t help your erection get any smaller. Every sensation of grandeur from his appraisal sunk to the bottom of your stomach and and every thought you were about to put into words derailed.
“S-Sinbad, is there a bath — w-where could I get some well water for a bath a-and find a place to dry off? I think I need to…” You trailed off and crouched to rummage through your knapsack for some nonexistent item, hoping to hide any protrusions in any places.
“Yes, there’s a room right across the hall from here.”
You sprang up and bolted out of the room, duly noting how casually he accepted that situation. There was no embarrassment in his voice, nor any disgust. If anything…you sensed the slightest twinge of arousal. You’ve never heard of a king who’d ever be interested in other men before, but you thought of yourself as a hopeful man. He is quite a sight for sore eyes, you’d have to admit…
After you flung the door shut, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the annoying swelling of blood. When you opened your eyes, you saw a magnificent bath in front of you with well water lined directly into the room with a spigot above the bath and a heater beneath. How incredible! What money this man must have to get well water piped directly into a room…
You paced toward the spigot and turned the knob, letting the water travel through the pipe and fill the basin. After you’d lit the heater, you began to remove your sopping clothes and hang them on an adjacent railing to dry. By now, the thought of this unprecedented arousal by a strange king had been replaced with the thought of nothing but the warmth of this water. You stepped lightly into the basin and let out a long sigh of relief…only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.
“_____?” It was Sinbad, naturally. You stood from your warmth and made your way to the door to see what he wanted, leaving a trail of hot water behind you. Opening your mouth to ask, you felt the door shift and heard him say “I’m just going to slide this door open a crack and set some dry towels down, I hope you don’t mind.”
What the hell is wrong with this guy! My privacy, you dumb king!
“Wait I—”
Sinbad had slid the door open just enough to get a full-frontal before you forcefully grabbed the towels from him and covered the last flicker of your dignity. You reached to yank the door shut, glaring at the king as politely as you could, but felt his hand stop you from doing so.
“Sinbad, please, at least let me keep a sliver of my dignity,” you almost snarled through pleading teeth.
He stepped past the doorway and slid the door closed behind him, not breaking your menacing stare. You felt that prick of stimulation begin to stir inside you once again; thankfully you had a bundle of towels this time to shield your spectator. However, you sensed—rather, you knew—he wasn’t wanting those towels there in the first place.
“_____,” he growled, taking a step closer. “I would never lay an uncouth finger on you if it is less than unwarranted, you have my honest word. But there are plenty of other reasons that I invited you, of all of those in your village, to my kingdom, _____. I know there are not many men who are attracted to other men, and you, my friend, happen to be of a rare breed, especially in your village.”
He inched closer and closer until he was close enough to knock the bundle of towels from your cowardly hands with just his lean, muscular build.
“Spontaneous erections are embarrassing, yes, but not enough so to run out of the room and lose all sense of articulacy. You can drop the act, _____, I assure you I understand —” he lifted his hand to reach for the towels “— and you can drop the towels.”
As strange and enraging as this entire situation was, you almost felt obligated to comply. Something about his confident dominance triggered your inability to argue. Whatever inexplicable seduction method this man was using to taunt that sudden rush of blood was certainly working. You didn’t understand, but didn’t argue, and slowly removed the towels from your front. As you did so, you happened to gently brush something protruding from the pleats in his pants with the back of your hand, causing him to wince in what seemed like pleasure, but… you couldn’t be sure with this man.
A wry smirk had crept across his thin lips, and a gleam of impatience flashed across his eyes. “So you will accept my crude attempt at hospitality?”
You nodded dully, feeling every pulse of blood in your body rushing to your groin. The tension you — or he, you ought to believe — provoked had caused an unbearable throbbing throughout your cock, and at this point, you wanted nothing more than for this man — nay, this king — to overtake you. Seemingly so, your anticipation would not wait for long.
“Excellent,” he breathed, suddenly grabbing your chin and thrusting his hips against your bare skin. You closed your eyes and felt the impulsive embrace of his lips on yours, followed by the graceful swirl of his tongue over yours. He tossed his keffiyeh from his head into one of the puddles you had accidentally created whilst existing the bath, landing with a clank, and then reached to remove his tunic. You guiltily let his tongue glide over yours, feeling a newfound ecstasy stimulating your salivary glands. He momentarily pulled away to jerk off his thawb, exposing his metal vessels jangling on his now-exposed chest. You had only a second to ogle at his build before he pushed you back against the tub, stepping lightly as he did, allowing hot water to slosh around gently in the basin.
As swiftly as he had gotten you from the middle of the room to the tub, those strong hands of his clasped not around your forearms this time, but around what you had been so desperate to hide only moments earlier. You felt sweat begin to bead on your brow as you let your eyes roll back and let your throat procure a soft grumble. Instinctively, you reached up to his hips to pull his torso to yours. As you guided your fingertips down his well-defined hipbones, you felt his warm breath on the small of your neck, followed shortly by his tongue gliding across your percolating skin. You immediately felt gooseflesh raise across your skin and felt the same shiver begin from the nape of your neck travel to the crown of your head as you fastened a grip on his cock, pulling and swirling rhythmically.
You felt his breath hitch as he lifted his lips from your neck, leaving a thin string of saliva. He let out a throaty grunt and grabbed your hips, spinning you around over the tub. The bath water sloshed over your arms and threw droplets onto your face, but you didn’t notice. From your peripheral, you observed him quickly dipping his hand in the water and immediately felt the warmth of it rub against your imperforate anus. You couldn’t help but let another groan escape your breath as he dipped his hand in the water again to, what you assumed, mildly lubricate his cock before you felt a coarse finger sliding up your taint and circling your anus before lightly pushing it in. You winced in pain only fleetingly, for the steady feeling of his finger dipping back and forth bested every opposing sense your body.
Your mind was racing in so many different directions. You thought this trip was only to meet the king of this land and discuss materials trade between nations, but he has proved that the relationship between your village and his country has become so much more than you could have ever dreamed. He has subverted your notion of kings and rich nations to be utterly (and justly) falsified. He has also opened your eyes to the possibility of other men like yourself… He is so skilled — so well-versed — with his hands, his fingers, his… tongue??
The sound of his metal vessels lightly hitting against one another distracted your thoughts and you realized that he was now on he knees, his strong hands gripping your asscheeks firmly, his tongue now sweeping the length of your taint, and his warm breath against you.
Oh Gods, this fucking sensation; when his tongue presses into your anus, you feel your legs tremble slightly. You bit down on your forearm and couldn’t hold back your vocalization from this new stimulation.
“Unngh,” you groaned into your arm. You could tell he got enjoyment out of your pleasure. You lifted your head enough to utter the words, “Fuck me, Sinbad. Gods, please.”
You felt his tongue retract, and his grip on your ass shifted to your hips as he hoisted himself up with ease. He leaned over you graciously and dampened his hand in the water once more. You felt his warm skin over your back, and the vessels, almost body-temperature, fall delicately on your skin.
He ran his lips over your earlobe as the light and artful motion of his tongue was replaced by an anxious throbbing cock, eagerly attempting to push through your entrance. After a moment of adjustment, he had successfully forced his length fully into you and you felt your knees buckle slightly; you clutched onto the washbasin for stability. As you muttered sinful words under your breath, you could hear his breathing quicken with every thrust he made. Every nerve in your body tingled with ecstasy whilst you reached down to rub yourself, knowing well that you couldn’t last much longer. Only seconds later did you feel the warmth of your semen dripping heartily from your hand down the length of your arm.
You felt his torso tense, and his grip on your waist tightened. You heard him let out a sinful word or two himself as he thrust once more, no, twice more, and finally ceased his steady motions. Panting, you gently squeezed your tip to extract every last drop of what could come out. You felt his toes curl beside yours before he pulled himself from you and began to stand wearily.
You wanted to turn and watch him, see that winded face of a king just disgraced by his own actions. You wanted to watch as this man’s chest rose and fell from such adrenaline. But you remained hunched over the hot bath water, ready to give into the weight of your own body. Just then however, you felt him place his hand on your trembling back as he stepped gingerly into the bath water, extending a hand to you to follow suit.
You dared to look into those amber eyes of his, expecting something of cowardice or shame, but saw nothing but a placid man, satisfied in an accomplishment. You rose slightly and clambered clumsily into the water, letting it accidentally slosh outside of the basin.
“_____,” he purred as you settled into the water. “I apologize for being so brash. I hope this doesn’t alter your opinion on any trade negotiations with my country.”
You shook your head weakly. It was certainly unprecedented, to say the least, but not unwarranted. “Not at all, your high—er, Sinbad.”
He chuckled and leaned his head back on the rim of the tub, closing his eyes. “Tell me about your work, my friend. The paperwork can wait.”
You smiled, for the scrolls were most certainly damaged from the rain.
This is just wow..
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