Join them

You walk brazenly through the steam towards the bath. As you step out of the fog, the two naked figures quickly pull apart from each other in the water.

Two beautiful young men with amazing, sculpted bodies glistening in the water. One of them, the boy with raven black curls, stares at you as though deciding whether to kill you or run for the hills. The other, with reddish brown hair, looks with a sort of apprehensive excitement. Both their cocks are fully erect.

“Explain yourself!” The black haired boy commands you. “No-one is allowed in these baths but us and our father!”

You realise then that you are looking at Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark, which means the boy next to him is Robb Stark, next in line for the Warden of the North.

You tell the boys that you are King Rishard of the isle of Parre, and that you have been given explicit permission to use these baths. Jon’s face drains in colour as you explain this, no doubt realising that he had done a terrible job of concealing his and Robb’s identity.

Robb laughs. “I see you are interested in joining us, Your Grace.”

You look down at your steadily growing cock and apologise. You say that you were not expecting to see such an erotic performance in the private baths, particularly as it is usually shared only by family.

Jon looks ready to faint. “We beg you, do not tell our father of this. We will do anything.”

Robb laughs again, and Jon punches him in the shoulder. “This is serious! Don’t you realise what could happen?”

“Calm down Jon. I agree with you, I wouldn’t want father to find out about us by being told from someone like him. But I have a feeling he won’t be telling anyone.”

Robb wades towards you, a naughty look in his eye. “Have you ever had your cock serviced by two brothers before, Your Grace? I wonder if you would like to try it. We would do anything to keep this little secret just between us.”

Jon looks ****, and even a little disgusted, but he quickly follows Robb. You sit at the edge of the bath pool and soon have both Stark brothers stroking your thighs.

You probably wouldn’t have thought to tell Lord Stark anyway, but you’re not about to tell these two that. You agree to their deal and ask them to show you some northern hospitality.

Jon holds your cock in a tight, angry grip while Robb licks your shaft. The brown haired Stark boy seems to be completely into it, while the bastard Jon Snow looks up at you with resentment. Still Jon opens his mouth at the end of your cock and slides his tongue over your head while his brother works the shaft.

You stroke their wet curls as they work their busy tongues around your cock. The boys press their magnificent bodies against each other as they service you, Jon with his other hand over Robb’s shoulder protectively.

Robb’s tongue meets Jon’s at the head of your cock and the two explore each other’s mouths around your dick, swapping saliva and precum between their lips. Robb greedily pushes Jon’s face aside and takes your length into his mouth. The sudden feeling of being enveloped into the young lord’s hot mouth takes your breath away. With Robb taking up all the real estate on your cock, Jon begins to lick your balls, creating a pleasurable sort of ticking feeling. You stroke both of their heads like obedient dogs and lay back to enjoy the pleasure.

Robb’s blowjob soon turns into a deepthroat as your cock travels into the bottom of his neck. He is obviously an experienced cock-sucker. He looks up at you with pride as his throat tightens around the base of your dick, saliva dribbling down his chin. You feel the heat growing in your balls, and know that you are close. You grab Robb by the back of the head and pull him off your dick.

You command the brothers to swap places. They look at each other briefly, as if unsure how to proceed, and then Jon grabs your cock and wraps his lips around the head with a strange, concentrated look in his eye. Robb eagerly licks at your balls while peering up at his brother. It’s obvious to you that the bastard boy is far less experienced with taking a dick in his mouth, but you enjoy seeing his beautiful, somewhat nervous face on the end of your cock.

You hold Jon by the back of the head and push your cock to his throat. His eyes widen and he struggles, splashing in the water. Robb kisses his cheek and strokes his face soothingly, and Jon begins to calm down. You feel his neck relax as he takes more of your length down his throat. Saliva runs heavily from his lips as he struggles with the effort of your massive cock. Robb holds a Jon’s cheeks with his thumbs, as if helping to spread the boys mouth apart, and looks at you with pure lust in his eyes as you begin to face fuck his brother.

Jon whimpers and squeezes his brothers hand under the water. Robb laughs as Jon chokes around your cock. “Now you know what it feels like, brother.”

You shoot a heavy load down Jon’s throat as the batard’s eyes roll into the back of his head, overpowered by the volume of your cum filling his stomach. You pull out and shoot another load onto Robb’s hungry face. Jon dramatically catches his breath while Robb licks his lips.

After washing yourself off, you return to your rooms more than satisfied. That night you fall into slumber much earlier than usual, and in the morning you notice a small, folded yellow parchment underneath your door. You unfold the parchment and read.

“Meet me in the crypts after the feast. JR”

JR is written as a set of initials, but you get the feeling you know what it really stands for. You quickly toss the parchment into the bedroom hearth before anyone else can find it.