The Kingmaker, part 2

[sexyactionnick]

Thanks to I<3Muscles for giving me the kick in the ass to finish this. Warning: there's some father-son canoodling in this story. More than some. A fair bit. About the size of a small pony. So, you know, read at your own risk.



A squire?s baptism day was a great celebration. When a boy, usually the son of a king or a knight, was deemed ready for training, he was taken from his foster parents and sent to the castle. He served the King and his court, cleaning the massive men after their trainings and orgies, cooking and serving their massive feasts, and so on. In return, the court taught the boy, now called a squire, how to lift and get massive, and the most promising squires were invited to train with the knights and eat at their table. At the turn of his sixteenth year, when he became a man, the squire took off his loincloth and displayed his proud, muscular, naked body for all the kingdom to see. The kingdom united for an enormous feast with music, ale, and celebration for all, which ended when the king knighted the squire and welcomed him into the court.

The King?s son, Darryn, was no squire. By his baptism day, a healthy squire weighed over twenty stone at least, whereas Darryn weighed under nine stone. But he seemed to be happy in his apprenticeship. Swollen and sweaty from a long day in the Kingmaker, his highness would steal a look into the Mage?s chambers to find the two of them reading away or standing over a series of scrolls, arguing over potion ingredients and ancient lore. He was glad that his only living son was happy, but of course always wished that there was some potion that could turn him into a true knight and a future king.

Darryn?s birthday was a much smaller affair. A party hardly befitting the standards of the court, but it was a delicate subject. No king had ever claimed offspring as weak and pathetic as Darryn before, and it made no sense to throw a celebration of knighthood for a boy who couldn?t lift a sword, much less stop one with nothing but the power of his hard muscles. The King, the Abdicator, the Mage, and a few of the more liberal knights shared a small feast with Darryn, toasting his manhood. Kind as they were, the knights shifted uncomfortably, as they didn?t know how to feast without an orgy or a posing display. They said that a court feast didn?t begin until two knights began to pose and flex their mighty muscles at each other, and wrestled or fucked (or wrestled and fucked) on one of the tables. A relaxing evening of wine and good conversation was incredibly boring to the men, but a fiery glance from the King encouraged them to remain polite.

Darryn seemed to enjoy himself, and this made the King happy. One day he would abdicate the throne, and a new bloodline would take over, but his son was content and that was enough. The boy had dark black hair like the King, with the same green eyes that marked their bloodline. He had a handsome face and fair skin, and made up for his lack of physical prowess with wit and conversation. The Mage taught him to play the harp, and Darryn charmed men and women with his clever, bawdy lyrics.

After the party, the King went to his chambers alone. He talked with his son and kept a smile on his face, but the entire affair made his heart heavy, a reminder of the years to come. He lay on his bed, stroking his mighty scepter, when there was a knock at the door.

Darryn stood in the doorway with a bottle of wine and two glasses. ?May I come in, my liege??

The King stood almost two feet over his son, and weighed over six times as much. He couldn?t see the boy over his giant pectorals, even when he sat down. That was true of many people, and the King had gotten used to it.

Darryn poured two glasses of wine, and passed one to his father. ?I appreciate what you did for me today. I know an assistant mage?s baptism day is no cause for celebration.?

The King held up a hand. ?I?ll have no more talk of that,? he said, ?I can celebrate whatever and whomever I please.? He couldn?t see his son over his chest to gauge his reaction, but he was King and said what he liked regardless. He drained the goblet of wine in one swallow.

He stood to escort his son to the door, but a sudden dizziness fell over him. ?My son?the wine,? he said. He had to sit down again, and sniff the glass. It smelled off, some other odor than the wine his monks produced. ?What potion did you give to me??

His nipples lit up with fire. He enjoyed having his enormous nipples played with, but they never felt this good, this exotic. The King?s eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned like a whore. ?Do you like that, my liege?? Darryn said, climbing into his father?s lap. The royal scepter stood between them, but the mage?s assistant pressed his torso against its length, his cotton tunic stimulating the shaft. ?I?ll never be large enough to take the crown from you, so I thought I?d show you what I can do.?

Overcome with lust, his wits and inhibitions wiped away by the potion, the King ripped Darryn?s tunic off and threw him onto the bed. He leapt on top of the tiny man, flexing and posing his enormous muscles for the mage to grope and worship.

Darryn climbed over his father?s mountainous physique, licking and sucking and squeezing every inch of his sweaty, hairy, muscular body. He bit at his father?s nipples, causing the King to howl in ecstasy. Every inch of his body was alive, every touch electric. Darryn caressed the thirty-one inch biceps, moving his hands to the thick iron traps that bulged where his liege?s neck should be.

The young mage pushed his father back on the bed and worked his way to the man?s forty inch quads. The King stroked his dick as his son licked the deep striations in his magnificent muscle, his arms barely able to wrap around his quads as thick as wine barrels. Darryn moved down to the calves, which measured thirty-inches around, almost as huge as the King?s biceps. He worshipped those enormous calves. The King?s leg was so heavy that his son couldn?t lift it to worship properly. He propped his leg on Darryn?s shoulder, quickly collapsing him.

The King was almost mindless in ecstasy, barely able to string two thoughts together. Since his days as a squire, he experienced an endless orgy of amazing sex, but nothing compared to what his weakling son was doing to him. Darryn crawled up his father?s form and pulled a vial out of nowhere. ?Do you know what this potion does??

?No,? the King said, resisting the urge to grab the boy roughly and slam his cock into his ass. But the boy was small and delicate, he would be hurt by the King?s royal scepter. It took all of his willpower to avoid destroying the poor young man.

?It?s going to let you do exactly what you want to do right now,? Darryn said. The boy uncorked the vial and stuck it into his backside, whimpering slightly from the coldness of it. He then tossed the empty vial into the fire, which for a second flashed a brilliant, emerald green. Then he dug his hands into the jar of lard kept at the bedside table for lube and began to slather the royal scepter.

?You can?t?Oh, yes boy, play with your daddy?s?stop,? the King groaned, torn between the fantastic sensations in his giant phallus and his concern for his boy?s poor fragile bottom. Darryn grinned wickedly and climbed up the huge rod, placing his delicate bottom on the tip with precision. With amazing quickness, he slid down the road, though not without a deep groan.

?Oh god,? Darryn said. The thick cock stretched him out so much, you could see it through his thin stomach. After a moment to adjust himself, he began to grin again, and pumped himself on the royal scepter. ?I have many potions, my liege. I can make a man wild with lust, and I can make myself stretch enough to take the biggest cock in the whole Kingdom.?

The sovereign ruler couldn?t respond. His eyes rolled back in his head, completely lost in pleasure. The best sex of his life had been when he forcefully abdicated his father. He had never been so masculine or so proud as that day, bending the old man over the throne as his brothers and fellow knights watched his thick muscles hold the man down, his insane cock thrusting into the man?s bottom. He thought he?d hit the peak of his virility, knew great sex, but clearly he was wrong.

The world exploded into colors and sounds as the most incredible orgasm anyone had ever felt washed over him. Darryn?s tiny cock blew onto his stomach as his own cock shuddered and trembled, then began to blow barrels of royal sperm into the boy?s ass. His scepter was a lightning rod of pleasure, pure ecstasy in physical form, connecting both of them deeper than any two men had ever been before.

The orgasm lasted for minutes. Darryn pulled himself off the giant cock, royal spunk spewing from his now gaping hole with no giant plug to keep it in. He laid against the King?s sweaty, hairy chest, who absently began to stroke him. ?That? that was?? the King sputtered.

?I know,? Darryn giggled. ?After an orgasm like that you?ll have to rest. But I want you to know that I?ve brewed a third potion. A potion that will give you everything you?ve ever wanted.?

The King?s eyes flitted as he tried to stay awake. ?All I wanted, my son, was for you to be happy,? the muscular behemoth said, before passing out. Daton smiled and caressed the ruler?s cheek.

?I know that?s not true, father, but thank you for saying it,? he said. He laid his head on the warm, boulder-like pecs and settled off to sleep himself. In the morning, he would tell his liege about the third potion, but for now he was satisfied with his birthday gift. He was going to make his father proud, any way that he could.

[iceman75]

A very sexy story, like I said before, incest doesn't bother me, not when there's some very nice muscle description going on in the story. I'm wondering what the 3rd vial is, if it's a muscle growth formula, I'm sort of wondering why he didn't take it long ago, did he just invent it. Well, looking forward to finding out the answers.

[muscl4life]

Loved this chapter! You must conclude this very interesting saga!

[BrawnyJock]

Bring on the 3rd Vial ! Man, is this story getting to me.. Don't keep us in suspense too long.