Walking the Cat

T'Challa followed along behind his master, loping upon the tiled floors of the palace on his hands and feet. When traveling from one place to the next, shuffling along on just his hands and knees was far too slow, inconveniencing the king. 'Bear-crawling' with his posterior in the air was obscene given his nudity but easy to do with his physique and enhanced physical attributes. Four Dora Milaje accompanied them, naked as he was though they bore their vibranium spears. He still had his taloned habit about his neck, ready to armor him and give him claws should a threat present itself.

Mark didn't seem to have a destination in mind, just wandering the expansive halls of the palace, stopping occasionally at balconies to appreciate the beauty of Markanda's crown jewel, Birnin Zana, a city more beautiful than any other on this world.

Currently, the King was leaning upon one of those balconies, looking out at his capital city, "I'm thinking of changing this city's name to Mark's Cock. What do you think, Chall?"

As his liege and master turned to regard him with a sly grin, Chall squat back on his haunches. He flexed the muscles in his arms and his chest, well aware of his king's appreciation for the idealized masculine form, "A fine name, I think, master. Markanda's capital is the engine of the nation and in many respects your penis is the pride of the people."

Mark let out a disbelieving breath, shaking his head, "I'm not changing the city's name to that." He sighed and dropped his head and spoke softly, "Honestly, I'm probably fucked, you know..."

Chall picked up on his king's suddenly somber mood but joked anyway, "If anyone is fucked it is my big dicked and big balled master...."

With a sharp breath, Mark let out, "You're a fucking idiot, you know that, right? I took your wife from you. I love her. She's mine now. I took your country and I turned you into my pet. You know what that means, right?"

Chall was intimately familiar with the self-doubts of kingship, he had falsely born that same tremendous weight upon his own shoulders in the interim of his father dying and his master's ascension. He wasn't sure how to grapple with that so he simply said, "I am your tamed animal kept for companionship or pleasure."

He placed his hand on the king's leg, communicating his complete acceptance to be changed by Mark's mutant power.

As a false-king, Chall had been filled with doubt about his worthiness to wear the crown, he had felt fear that his shoulders would not be able to bear the mountain of weight that was the responsibility to rule, that he would make poor decisions that would see his people diminished, his country weakened, his proud culture brought low...

But now... with that heavy burden taken from him and placed in the rightful hands of Mark Williams, his true king and true master, Chall felt nothing but peace and satisfaction. As a royal pet, his responsibilities were much... less and they were shared with his fellow pets. He had only to provide companionship to his master, protect him, entertain him, provide him with his advice and also pleasure. This was a life he enjoyed to his fullest, it was his true calling and the moments when he had to masquerade as a false-king and a so called superhero only made him more aware of this.

It tore at him that Mark was feeling self-doubt and indecision but he understood it well and knelt ready to support his King and obey him in every way.

Finally, Mark spoke after a long silence, "I'm fucked because you are all 'yes-men'. I'm trying to make sure you guys play devil's advocate for my dumb ideas but the truth is you all worship me. I'm always right, aren't I?"

T'Challa was quite positive that Mark truly was always right which made dealing with his liege's self-doubt rather difficult. He was silent for a long moment, then he said, "I... do not think you've made any poor decisions, master. The challenges to your righteous rule are varied and formidable, yet you've taken council from your servants. We WILL carry out your orders and PROTECT you from all enemies. Never doubt it, please my master."

Mark laughed and Chall was happy even if setting off a fit of mirth had not been his intention.

The young royal sighed heavily but with clear satisfaction, "Okay then. Let's go visit Nakia. The doctors had said I could have sex with her so long as I was gentle."

He stepped away from the balcony only to stop short before entering the palace, "Yea and I'm totally going to let you jerk off while I fuck her. You're a good boy, it'll be our secret from your Mom."

T'Challa grinned at his master and hurried to follow him as he made his way to the halls of healing.