Left

'Left, your Highness.' Arthur said numbly.

Morgana opened her palm, revealing a tiny key.

'Fetch James and Gregor. They're by the old training grounds.'

'As you wish, your Highness.'

Hurriedly, he took his leave before his new queen could tack on some other humiliation.

The rest of the castle was a flurry of activity. All around him, the men scrubbed and carried things while the women oversaw operations. Morgana was planning something, and as always, Arthur had been carefully left out of the loop.

The former training grounds had been magicked into a patio overlooking an expansive new garden. Unlike the patio however, the gardens were man-made and required the constant attention of all his former soldiers. Over a hundred of his finest men **** to trade their swords and axes for trimmers and rakes. Of course, Morgana could've magicked the garden into permanent perfection, but where was the fun in that? The other councilwomen thought it amusing to see some of the most powerful fighters in the known realm reduced to pulling weeds buck naked. They had their meetings on the patio, and often they'd take a stroll to pick out a lucky young stud or two for some recreational pleasure.

Arthur envied them greatly - no tricks to their chores, and there was about a 1% chance of being able to cum every week. His balls ached, and the wretched bell attached to his cock made penetration impossible. Worse still, the bell held a potent enchantment that kept it permanently limp and numb to any stimulation. In other words, the former king's manhood was only there for decoration.

Arthur almost wished Morgana had cut it off instead of turning his masculinity into a sick plaything for her personal amusement. He wasn't allowed any authority over it. She'd even taken away his ability to urinate, forcing him to ask for permission every time like a schoolboy.

Arthur found the two men kissing furiously, driving dildos up each other's rumps. Even with their current circumstances, it didn't seem to bother them in the slightest that they were getting odd looks from their fellow men.

'James! Gregor! What is the meaning of this?!' Arthur barked in revulsion. James was first to remove himself from the tongue battle.

'Arthur! G-AAUGH! Stop it! Enough! It's over, Gregor!'

'The hell it is! It'll be a cold day in hell before I'll bend over for the likes of you!'

'What is the meaning of this?! Explain yourselves!'

'Gregor here doesn't like to share.'

Morgana didn't like that his former guardsmen had taken to strutting about and showing off in town. They'd gotten cocky after finding out the womenfolk still swooned at the sight of their muscular bodies and heavy cocks. As punishment, all ten of them had been paired up and **** to marry each other. Everyday, they'd have to practice their cock sucking and go to bed with the other's penis up their rump. Around town, they'd have to hold hands and kiss each other on the lips every ten minutes or their balls would start to ache.

'He proposed a sword fight - a battle to determine who would be giving and who would be receiving - and you know Morgana...' James trailed off.

He withdrew his "blade" from Gregor's muscular rump, revealing a steel dildo attached to a sword hilt. Arthur cringed at the sight.

'KNOCK IT OFF, GREGOR!' James shouted as the other man continued to **** his rump with his own dildo sword.

'THEN CUM ALREADY, YOU FUCKING NANCY.'

As James tried to jerk away, Arthur finally noticed the two burly men were joined together at the penis: their steel chastity devices connected with a small padlock.