ديوث الحبوس يديث صديقته للملك انطونيو ابن سليمان

Title: The King’s Favor

The sun was setting over the grand palace, casting a warm, golden glow across the opulent rooms. King Antonio lounged on his lavish bed, his mahogany chest glistening with sweat. His handsome face wore a wicked smirk as he watched his loyal servant, Suleiman, kneel before him.

Suleiman was a striking man – tall, broad-shouldered, with a lean, muscular build and mocha Skin. A tribal tattoo snaked up his left arm, a symbol of his loyalty to the kingdom. His large, dark eyes barred into the king’s, filled with a mix of reverence and raw desire.

“Your Highness,” Suleiman began, his soft voice barely above a whisper, “I have grown weary of service. I crave something more…”

Antonio leaned forward, placing a hand on the man’s chiseled jawline. “Speak your mind, faithful servant. What is it that you desire?”

Suleiman took a deep breath, his gaze flickering to the king’s lips. “I wish to be yours, Master. To serve your every whim and fancy.”

The king chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down Suleiman’s neck. “And how, pray tell, would you like me to take you? As a lover? A plaything?”

Suleiman swallowed hard, his pants growing taut against his eager manhood. “However you desire, my liege. I am yours to command.”

Antonio rose from the bed, his eyes roving over his servant’s body like a predator stalking its prey. “Very well. Rise.”

As Suleiman stood, Antonio began to disrobe him with expert efficiency. He unbuttoned the man’s tunic, revealing a chiseled torso and a trail of hair leading into his trousers.

Once nude, Suleiman stood proudly, his sculpted form on full display. Antonio took a moment to admire his servant’s girthy cock, already standing at attention.

The king circled around him, trailing his fingertips across Suleiman’s muscular back and firm ass. “Exquisite,” he purred approvingly.

Antonio retrieved a bottle of olive oil from a nearby table, drizzling the liquid over his hands. He began to massage Suleiman’s flesh, his fingers kneading into the man’s rippling muscles.

Suleiman moaned softly, relishing in his king’s touch. Antonio’s hands soon found their way to his taut rear, groping and kneading the supple flesh.

With deft fingers, the king parted Suleiman’s cheeks, revealing his tight, pink hole. He circled the rim with a slick fingertip, teasing and taunting.

Suleiman whimpered, bucking his hips back against the king’s hand. “Please, Master… Take me. Claim me as your own.”

Antonio grinned wickedly, pressing his finger deeper into Suleiman’s eager body. He began to pump his digit in and out, stretching and preparing his servant for his royal cock.

Once he deemed Suleiman ready, Antonio withdrew his finger, replacing it with the blunt head of his own member. He pressed forward slowly, allowing his servant’s warmth to envelop him inch by inch.

Suleiman cried out as his king entered him fully, their bodies now joined as one. Antonio began to move, his hips snapping forward as he took his servant with brutal force.

The bed creaked and groaned under the weight of their bodies, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room.

Suleiman fisted the sheets, his knuckles turning white from the effort. He alternated between gasping and moaning, his voice growing raw with desire.

Antonio leaned over him, his teeth finding purchase on Suleiman’s neck. He marked the man with love bites and sucking kisses, branding his flesh as his own.

As the king’s thrusts grew more erratic, Suleiman felt his own pleasure rising to a fevered pitch. His cock throbbed and begged for release, but he refused to spill without his master’s permission.

“Please, Your Highness!” he cried out, his voice strained with need. “I-I cannot hold back much longer!”

Antonio growled against his neck, his hips slamming forward at a punishing pace. “Do it. Spill your seed for me, my loyal servant.”

With a guttural moan, Suleiman obeyed. His back arched as his cock erupted, spraying ropes of thick, pearly cum across the silken sheets.

The king followed soon after, burying his face against Suleiman’s neck as he released inside him. They rode out their highs together, sweaty bodies entwined.

As their passion finally ebbed, Antonio withdrew from Suleiman’s body, admiring his handiwork. His servant lay in a satisfied heap, skin glossy with sweat and seed.

The king smirked, his eyes glinting with wicked intent. “You’ve pleased your king greatly, faithful servant. Prepare yourself for a truly mind-blowing reward.”

To be continued…