Yes

Although it wounds your kingly pride to take orders from a Prince, you do as Joffrey commands and begin stripping off your clothes. You can’t help but get excited wondering just what the boy has in mind for you.

You can tell that Joffrey is slightly taken aback by your casual manner as you remove your garments. You have a feeling this isn’t the first time he has ordered somebody to strip naked, and he is probably used to them putting up more or a fight.

You make sure not to hesitate when you get down to your underwear, you pull the last of your smallclothes off without shame. After all, your body is something you’re proud of, not least your rather enormous cock.

Joffrey stares at your member, eyebrows raised. You ask the Prince if there is some other way you can help.

“Bloody hell, Clegane, look at that monster,” he says. “That’s bigger than yours, isn’t it?”

He laughs. The Hound does not look happy.

“Some men are growers,” the Hound says simply. “Some are not.”

Your cock is not exactly flaccid right now, but it is far from being erect.

Joffrey laughs again. “That is true, dog, perhaps this is as big as it ever gets.” He gives you a challenging look.

You assure Joffrey this is not the case. The men of Parre are well endowed.

“Is that so?” Joffrey smirks. “Perhaps you flatter yourself. If you parremen have such large cocks, why come running to me when some pathetic iron born are knocking on your gates?”

You tell Joffrey that all men need help for some things. You make a wide stance and cross your arms, letting your cock hang down between your thighs. You repeat your earlier question, is there something else you can help him with?

Prince Joffrey swallows, looking nervous for this first time. “Heh, this one has some spunk in him, I like that. Let me tell you, King Rishard,” Joffrey puts a mocking emphasis on the word king. “If my kingdom is to help you in your pathetic war, then you will serve me. I am your superior, as Westeros is superior to Parre, as a mountain is superior to a pebble.”

You like this Joffrey not at all, but you sense yourself close to some kind of alliance. You take a step closer to Joffrey, putting a hand on his thigh.

“It would be my pleasure to serve, Your Grace.” You say, meaning every word. You would love nothing more than to shut this little prick up by shoving your cock down his wet throat, and then flip him over and pound him away till he screams. What’s more, you have a feeling he wants this too.

“You presume too much!” The Hound barks, moving to step between you. “Stand back from the Prince.”

“Silence, dog.” Joffrey commands.

You stay still, your cock hardening inches from Joffreys knee.

The Prince looks at you. “You tall, simple, foolish foreign men are only good for one thing. To serve men like me at my pleasure. Do as I say, sea-bitch, and I might just tell my father to help you and your sorry kingdom.”

You tell Joffrey that you are his to command.

“Undress me.” He says simply, standing up.

You begin working his collar and coat, but you are not familiar with the westerosi methods of fastening cloth. You tug sharply at the collar.

“Your Grace,” The Hound steps in again. “Let me do…”

“Shut up, dog.”

You throw the coat on the ground and unbutton his shirt. Brazenly you walk behind him to undo his trousers and undergarments.

Joffreys body is young and supple, still mostly hairless, but not entirely without muscle. His buttocks is larger than it had appeared, with the look of a young man who does a great many squats.

Joffrey looks over his shoulder at you and wiggles his buttocks like a whore. “You want to touch me, don’t you King Rishard?”

You have to admit he is right, the truth of it must be plain on your face. You struggle to hide the feelings of desire that overwhelm you at the sight of the beautiful, evil Prince.

You want to reach out, to squeeze his little cheeks and claim them for yourself. But you don’t, you can tell that Joffrey likes to be dominant.

You tell the Prince that you believe many men would want to touch him. This seems to please Joffrey. “What do you say to that, Hound?”

“You are the most beautiful in all the seven kingdoms and beyond, Your Grace.” The Hound licks his lips at his naked master. “Foreign muck like him don’t deserve the sight of you.”

“You’re worse than mother, Clegane. If it was up to you I’d be locked in these rooms all my life with no one allowed to enter except you.” He turns to you again. “I wonder Rishard, is that tongue of yours good for anything other than begging?”

He wiggles his perfect ass once again. Drool forms in the corner of your mouth. You tell the Prince that your tongue is at his command.

Joffrey smiles and grabs your chest, pushing you onto the bed. “And command it i will, ser.”

He climbs onto the bed above you and turns around, you see his ass lowering into your vision, and realise he is making a seat of your face.

Your tongue darts quickly and hungrily between his sweet little cheeks, lapping at his pink hole. Joffrey moans loudly, holding onto your sides.

“That’s it,” he moans. “Know your place, foreign scum. You are beneath me, only fit to eat my ass.”

You hate to admit it but you are growing used to Joffrey bossing you around, especially if these are the kinds of tasks he has in mind. You eat his ass eagerly, savouring the taste of his young hole.

“Dog, clothes off.” You hear Joffrey command. “Get over here now.”

The idea of Sandor joining in on your pleasure is turning you on. The huge man with the burned face has looked at you with pure malice since you entered Joffreys chambers, but he would do whatever his Prince commanded.

You are taken by surprise as your cock is engulfed by a wet, hot mouth. You look up at Joffrey and see that he is still sitting up straight on your face, his taint resting on your chin.

“Deepthroat that cock, dog.” Joffrey commands. “Show this Parreman that their cocks are ours to play with.”

Sandor takes you further into his mouth and down his throat. The feeling is incredible, especially combined with the sweet taste of Joffreys young hole. Sandor swallows your cock better than any whore you have ever known, you feel the tight wet throat squeeze around your shaft.

It is an effort not to spill your seed too soon.

“Yes, yes,” Joffrey seems on the edge of orgasm himself. “When I am king, all men of the realm will be at my command. You will all serve my ass, you will suck each other’s cocks for my amusement, you will… oh…”

Suddenly he pulls Sandors mouth away from your cock and kisses him. “Get behind me dog, I want you inside me.”

“Yes my Prince.” Sandor says eagerly.

Joffrey looks back at you. “You, get over on this side.”

You do as instructed while The Hound lubes up Joffreys hole. The way he wraps Joffreys legs around himself is so familiar you can tell they must have done this a thousand times before.

The hound plunges into him softly, whispering sweet things into the princes ear. Joffrey opens his mouth expectantly, staring at you. Happily you offer your cock into his warm mouth.

Joffrey sucks greedily, slurping wet saliva up and down your shaft. More than anyone you’ve ever seen, Joffrey seems to love sucking cocks. He swallows the length of it deep into his throat to the hilt, further even than The Hound had.

All the while Sandor fucks his ass from behind, at first he goes softly, lovingly, but he becomes more aggressive over time as he watches the prince enjoy your cock. The hound gives you a look of pure hatred.

Joffrey pops your cock out of his mouth. “Dog, join me on his cock, here, you must taste it as well.”

The Hound leans over Joffreys back while fucking him, and the prince guides your cock back into his mouth.

The Hound obediently sucks while Joffrey licks the side of your shaft. Sandor looks up at you with fiery, hate-filled eyes as he fellates your dick. It turns you on to see him submit to you.

The pair share the end of your cock with their tongues, bridges of spit between their mouths. Again you fear you will spill your seed, until Joffrey sits up and Sandor follows him.

“Now I want you both,” he says, greed flashing in his eyes. “Lay down, dog.”

The Hound lies on his back on the bed as Joffrey mounts him, their touching of each other is almost tender as the prince cuddles into his protectors arms.

You crawl up to them and wonder what you are supposed to do.

“You think I can’t handle two?” Joffrey says, panting as he guides Sandors cock into himself. “I will be the king of Westeros, and I will take as many cocks as I please.”

You are surprised by what he seems to be expecting, you have never seen a man take two cocks up their ass before, but you have a feeling this young prince is a legendary cock-taker.

You start by inserting your fingers into Joffreys hole beside Sandors dick, and soon feel confident enough to slide your dick inside.

Despite Joffreys earlier boasting, his groans border on screams as you slide into him, and you see tears forming in his eyes. Sandor kisses him tenderly and rubs his nose into Joffreys cheeks.

You have never felt anything like it before, your cock rubbing against another mans cock while you both move up and down the princes hole. You begin by going slow and tender, as even the smallest movement illicites cries from Joffrey.

“Sandor…” he says softly, looking to his companion for reassurance.

“You will be okay, my prince,” Sandor says comfortingly, although he cannot stop himself from moving faster and faster inside Joffreys ass.

Nor can you, the pleasure being so intense. Joffreys cries become louder as you boy start to fuck him hard. You learn over his back and pound into him. The princes cries turn into guttural moans as two big men he is sandwiched between mercilessly slam his hole. The drool from

Joffreys mouth drips onto Sandors face, even flicking upward into yours. He has never been fucked like this before, you can tell, few people probably have.

In a moment of intense passion, you and Sandors mouths actually meet in a sloppy, wet kiss as you leave over Joffreys neck. It is in this same moment that you release your seed, you’re sure that you have never released this much before, and Joffrey makes a strange strangled scream as you and Sandor ejaculate at the same time, filling the princes body to capacity. When you pull out, ropes of cum shoot over Joffreys back while it pools out of his ass.

You collapse on top of him, exhausted, and the three of you lay there for some time