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“They want what?” Aerion laughs tickled by his sworn shields embarrassment. Dunk’s face flushed a deep red colour that Aerion knew must have extended past his collar, he wished he could remove the garment that concealed his knight’s chest, he longed to see his freckled shoulders burning in humiliation but that might send his father over the edge.
“I told them no” Dunk whispers trying to avoid drawing attention to their conversation, “Told them not to think of you like it that, it’s not right, they’re the Kingsguard and they should know better”
“You think of me like that” Aerion smirks relishing the opportunity to embarrass Dunk further. Dunk isn’t sure how it is even possible but his face turns a deeper shade of red, he never could have imagined that when he had accepted Prince Maekar’s offer to join his household guard that he would end up here with the Prince’s second son teasing him in public over their secret affair.
“You shouldn’t speak like that, my prince”
“And you shouldn’t presume to speak for me, oaf” Aerion snaps “tell them they are to meet us in the Knight’s tower just after nightfall” striding away before Dunk even has time to respond. Dunk tries to subtly shift his weight onto one foot to hide his growing erection but it is no help, no matter how he stands he is sure people can see the tent forming in his trousers.
Dunk can do nothing but suffer throughout the rest of his watch, his arousal becomes almost painful just around supper when Ser Roland joins him.
“Good evening, Ser Duncan, will you be joining us tonight?” The white knight doesn’t even look at him, staring straight ahead to not draw attention to what he is about to ask “if you want to join us, you’ll have to learn to share”. Dunk wants to refuse, he wants to tell the Kingsguard that they can’t use him to get to Prince Aerion, but he’s always wanted to be a Kingsguard and the selfish part of his brain begs him to give in. He breaths out heavily, trying to regain some composure before he answers.
“There’s nothing else you want? You’re going to force Prince Aerion to debase himself so that I can join the Kingsguard?”
“Debase himself, Ser, you offend me. It seems that Prince Aerion has been debasing himself since you arrived, if the rumours are to be believed” Dunk pales he was so sure they had been careful.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Ser”
“Of course you don’t, Ser. You’re not known for being smart” Ser Roland finally looks at Dunk smirking “you’re face betrays you, we’ll have to sort that when you join our ranks, can’t have you betraying the crowns secrets because you can’t control your face”. Dunk tries his best to regain his composure but even the passing servants can see how angry he is and give him a wide berth as they pass.
“Also, if you don’t bring your pretty prince, we’ll have no choice but to tell Prince Maekar, and he is not a man who would take kindly to his son being abused by a hedge knight of all people”
“Abuse?” Dunk yelps drawing the attention of everyone in the room “it’s not abuse, Prince Aerion wants it, he loves me” Dunk whispers grabbing hold of Ser Roland’s arm and dragging him to a private corner.
“You might be a stupid man but you must know that that’s how Prince Maekar will see it, Aerion can do no wrong in his eyes, besides if he really loves you like you claim, he’ll want to do this for you” Dunk thinks it over, there is no way out, he has to go through with the plot and he has to let the Kingsguard fuck prince Aerion. His stomach turns at the thought but he knows it’s his life if he refuses.
“Prince Aerion says that we are to meet him in the Knight’s Tower just after nightfall, you’re discretion is required obviously” Dunk deadpans pushing his shoulders back trying to convince himself and the other knight that he is ok with what he knows is about to happen.
“Good man, we look forward to you joining us, in both matters of course” Roland saunters away with a loud laugh.
The castle is shrouded in darkness when Dunk finally arrives at the Knight’s Tower, the air is cold and damp, Dunk can feel the chill seeping into his bones, he’s not sure if it’s the actual weather or the anxiety threatening to consume him. He knows Aerion had agreed to be here, and Dunk had told him what the Kingsguard wanted with him, but with Aerion you could never be sure how he would respond, Dunk knows there is a chance Aerion might dismember every knight of the Kingsguard tonight and there would be nothing Dunk could do to stop them. Dunk slowly climbs the long winding staircase, each step fills him with more dread, he can hear faint voices coming from the top of the stairs, laughing as if their lives weren’t surely about to end. Dunk sighs as he reaches the top stop, he tries to shake the nerves from his body as he reaches to push open the heavy wooden door. Inside Prince Aerion is lounging across a large velvet bed that someone has dragged into the communal area, his silk shirt unbutton revealing the expanse of his toned chest, Dunk can’t look away. The two lovers stare at each other neither knows what the other will do, both wait for the other to break the tenison. Dunk hasn’t even noticed the Kingsguard that surround the bed, if he had he would liken them to predators waiting to pounce on their prey, all of their eyes are hungrily fixed on the young prince. Ser Donnel is the first to move, he takes Dunk by the arm and leads him to the back of the room by the fire.
“It’s good to see you, Ser, I’m glad you’ve chosen to join us, it’s sure to be an enjoyable night”
“Chosen?” Dunk scoffs staring into the flickering fire trying to keep his composure “I’m only here because you’re blackmailing us”
“Blackmail?” Donnel chuckles indignantly “you do us a disservice, Ser. Don’t think of it as blackmail think of this as an initiation”
“Initiation? You’re forcing Prince Aerion into this so you won’t tell his father about us” Dunk’s voice grows louder with his growing anger, he has always been quick to anger, it wa sone of the many reasons he used to get a clout as a boy, Ser Arlan would tell him it was no way for a knight to behave.
“His Grace doesn’t mind. Do you Prince Aerion?” Donnel asks across the room. Dunk finally turns to look at the blonde man who is still lounging on the bed lazily grinning up at him.
“Not at all, in fact, if I’d have known that this ‘initiation’ as you call it was a thing I would have suggested to my father that he elevate you to the Kingsguard much sooner” Aerion struts towards Dunk standing behind him running his slender fingers up and down his clothes arms, despite the fire burning too close his skin pimples wherever Aerion touches. Aerion reaches up from behind Dunk wrapping his hands around Dunk’s shoulders slowly pulling at the knot that holds his cloak in place letting the fabric fall to the floor, he pulls himself upwards to press a wet kiss against Dunk’s neck, chuckling as Dunk flushes.
“You asked Prince Maekar to let me join the Kingsguard?” Dunk can’t believe his luck, to him there was no greater honour than join the white cloaks, and for Aerion to personally request him? He was sure he had died and gone to heaven.
“Of course, it was demeaning to always be seen talking to a hedge knight so far below my station. This is much more inconspicuous, oaf” to the other men it might seem like Aerion was being rude but his words made Dunk’s heart flutter. Aerion had done this for them, it was a close to a love confession Dunk would ever get and more than he could ever have hoped for.
“And you’re ok with this? The y’know?” He gestures trying to articulate the word without saying it, far too embarrassed to actually speak allowed what was sure to happen.
“Group fucking?”
“Yes that.” Dunk shudders at the vulgarity.
“Yes, oaf. Like I said if I’d have known this was the pay off it would have happened much sooner” Aerion grows impatient and begins to untuck Dunk’s shirt, he runs his cold hands against Dunk’s abdomen making him shiver, once the taller man has finally shed his shirt he presses firm bites against his spine, it makes Dunk wince but after all their times together he knows it’s Aerion marking his territory.
“Duncan. Sit.” Roland gestures to a chair that has been placed directly in front of the bed “you’ll have the rest of your life to disappoint the prince, tonight is for us. If you want to be a Kingsguard you have to prove you can follow orders. Sit and don’t move” with a nod from Aerion Dunk reluctantly crosses the room in 3 quick strides, he can feel the blood rushing to his groin and sitting only exaggerated the bulge in his trousers.
Roland easily lifts Aerion up underneath his thighs carrying the smaller man towards the bed, he pulls him into a sloppy kiss, their teeth clash and Dunk recoils at the sight but two strong hands force him to watch, gripping his head and holding him in place. Roland wastes no time in throwing Aerion onto the bed and removing his own shirt, his body is sculpted through years of training and Dunk can’t help himself but to compare their physiques. Aerion doesn’t even spare a glance at Roland’s body he is looking directly at Dunk smiling warmly. Roland leans over Aerion gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling his head back forcing the prince to look at him, he spits into Aerion’s open mouth eliciting a moan from him. Roland follows it with another deep rough kiss, Aerion accepts it willingly. The other men have removed their clothing and stand around the bed, they jeer at Roland who is rutting his clothed cock against Aerion, all 3 men have their own cocks in hand, all of them glisten in the fire light leaking precum at the sight of their prince being ravaged. Ser Gwayne Corbray grows impatient climbing onto the bed behind Aerion ripping his shirt sending buttons flying around the room, he pulls the fabric off the prince and throws it somewhere. He leans down and bites deep purple bruises into Aerion’s skin, he hisses and moans at the sensation but doesn’t pull away, instead wrapping his arms around Roland pulling him closer. Roland fumbles his way down to Aerion’s trousers, trying and failing to pull them off without breaking the kiss. Aerion smacks his hands away and yanks them off himself he throws them directly into Dunk’s face, he knows that if he riles Dunk up enough he’ll be sure to be punished in the most delicious way. Roland, embarrassed at his lack of finesse, grips Aerion’s hair and pulls him towards the edge of the bed.
“I always knew you were a brat” he grumbles arranging Aerion so he is laid flat against the bed with his head hanging off the side. Dunk goes to protest but Aerion shoots him a warning glare. Roland doesn’t even fully remove his trousers before he is pushing his hard leaking cock deep into Aerion’s throat, he gags at the intrusion, tears leaking from his eyes. Roland pulls out before pushing in again, Aerion coughs and splutters but Roland doesn’t ease his pace. It takes a moment for Aerion to regain his composure but when he does he hollows his cheeks sucking as Roland thrusts into his mouth. Roland jerks at the new sensation and loses his rhythm, Dunk has to cover his mouth to stifle his laugh so as to not offend his soon to be sworn brother.
Ser Willem, who until this point had been quite content to watch moves to the opposite side of the bed as Roland, he picks up one of Aerion’s small pale feet and plants a kiss on the sole. He licks up and down the side of his foot paying particular attention to the underside of his toes before sucking the largest one into his mouth. Aerion jolts moaning obscenely which only encourages Willem more, he can see the dark wet patch forming on Aerion’s red panties. Willem hoists the other foot up to his mouth he repeats his actions leaving slick spit over both of the princes feet, he takes care to suck on each toe individually, caressing each digit with his tongue. Dunk has never seen anything so outrageous but he can’t look away, transfixed by the way Aerion reacts. Donnel joins his fellow knights on the bed, he slowly traces his finger tips along Aerion’s side making him shiver. His mouth follows his touch leaving kisses in its wake. Donnel reaches Aerion’s chest and pays close attention to his soft nipples, he takes the left one between his thumb and forefinger and pinches gently. Aerion gasps at the sensation, it’s all the encouragement Donnel needs. He leans over Aerion taking the nipple into his mouth and gently biting, Aerion arches his back and response. Donnel sucks and bites at the nub until it is swollen and hard, Aerion moans around Roland underneath him. Gwayne takes the initiative to join Ser Donnel at Aerion’s other side copying his movements on Aerion’s other nipple. Dunk can’t stop looking at Aerion’s covered cunt, his panties are no so wet they look almost black, he breathes heavily hoping that no one can see just how hard he is at watching the love of his life fuck other men.
Roland finishes with a shout pumping thick ropes of cum deep into Aerion’s throat. Aerion splitters as the liquid leaks out of his mouth dripping down his cheek, he struggles to catch his breath and has to be pulled up to sit by Willem. Whilst he tries to catch his breath Roland kisses him again licking his own cum out of Aerion’s mouth. Roland marches over to Dunk pulls his head back and gestures for him to open his mouth, he looks directly at Aerion, who is still struggling to breath normally, and spits his own cum into Dunk’s mouth, the glob of white slowly drops down into Dunk who almost cums in his own pants at the act.
“Swallow.” Dunk does as he’s told sticking his tongue out to show Roland that he can follow orders. Aerion breathes even heavier at the sight, Dunk could easily overpower Ser Roland if he wanted but seeing him submit in such a way made Aerion feel light headed.
“Why is he still wearing clothes” Roland snaps, the men eagerly removed Aerion’s last piece of clothing revealing his wet cunt. The pale hair is slick and it glistens in the dim light of the room, Willem wastes no time in throwing Aerion’s legs over his shoulders and diving into his pussy. He licks long wet stripes up his mound sucking on his engorged clit every time he passes. Willem sticks his tongue into Aerion’s dripping hole nuzzling his nose against his nub. Aerion jerks with pleasure his moans becoming more high pitched and his breathing even more erratic. Aerion grabs onto Gwayne’s thigh to ground him, he can feel his release quickly building and it’s almost too much. Willem switches between sucking Aerion’s clit into his mouth and darting his tongue into his tight hole. Aerion starts to roughly grind his pussy against Willem’s face to his delight, he savours the flavour sucking and licking and biting at the wet skin. It doesn’t take long for Aerion to reach his peak gripping Willem’s face with his strong thighs, he pulls him closer as he cums grinding against his nose to draw out every last moment of pleasure.
Gwayne takes Aerion’s hand from its death grip on his thigh and spits in it, he makes Aerion form a fist and fucks his thick cock into it. Aerion takes the hint and begins to move, he drags his fist slowly down and twist at the top when he brings his hand back up. He takes Ser Donnel in his other hand and slowly finds his rhythm, both men gasp as Aerion tightens his grip working them faster. They lean over Aerion as he comes down from his high and kiss sloppily over him. Their teeth clash and their tongues rub against each other, Aerion can feel himself grow wetter. Willem doesn’t hesitate and climbs further up the bed in between Aerion’s thighs he spits onto Aerion’s dripping mound, he doesn’t need the extra lubrication, he just likes how possessive it feels. He takes his cock in hand and lines it up with Aerion’s entrance slowly pushing in. Aerion moans and arches his back, momentarily stopping the movement of his hands. Donnel leans down and slaps Aerion on the pussy, it makes him jolt, it’s the one reminder they will afford him. Aerion starts to move again working the men at the same time as Willem thrusts into him. Roland who is now recovered slides into the mix, he leans down behind Willem who is thrusting into Aerion and starts to collect his wetness on one of his slim fingers. He reaches between Aerion’s leg and rubs at his forgotten hole. Aerion delights in the pleasure, Roland takes that as permission and presses one finger inside, he can feel Willem working through the wall of Aerion’s pussy and thrusts deeper. Willem pulls out so that they can rearrange themselves to fuck Aerion at the same time. Roland lies on the bed and the men lift Aerion on top of him, Aerion nods his permission and Roland slowly forces his way past the tight muscle of Aerion’s arsehole. Aerion shudders and moans once Roland is completely seated. Willem rejoins his sworn brother inside Aerion pushing in with a deep guttural moan.
“Gods, you’re tight, my prince. I can see why you put up with all of his bullshit, Duncan, he’s got a perfect pussy” he throws over his shoulder with a predatory grin at Dunk, who is breathing heavily in his chair a wet patch of his own forming on his trousers from the obscene amount of precum he has leaked out.
“Move” Aerion begs desperately “now, that’s an order” he can’t finish the last word as Willem withdraws and slams back into him forcing the air out of his lungs. Willem and Roland quickly find their rhythm each one trying to outdo the other. Not to be outdone Gwayne moves to Aerion’s head, climbs onto the bed and forces his cock into Aerion’s mouth, he grips the sides of his face and fucks harshly into his throat. Aerion sucks it down even further dragging moan after moan out of the white clock. Tears falls from his reddened eyes, at a particularly powerful thrust from Roland he moans lewdly around Gwayne’s thick veiny cock the vibrations causing him to buck his hips further into the younger man’s mouth. Aerion pulls off for a moment, taking Gwayne’s cock in his hand stroking him as he looks over to Ser Donnel.
“Fuck me, Ser. I need my little pussy stretching. Please” he begs his voices ruined from the nights activities. Ser Donnel can’t refuse an order from his prince so climbs onto the bed and folds Willem over, pushing his body into Aerion’s much smaller frame. He tells the prince to ready himself before slowly pushing into his dripping cunt. All four men moan in unison Aerion has never felt so full in his life, it’s almost too much and it only takes one thrust before he is convulsing around them all with his second orgasm of the night. The knights allow him a moment to recover before they all thrust into his stuffed holes. Aerion grips Gwayne at the base of his cock bringing him back into his mouth, he hollows his cheeks and musters up the last of his strength to suck once more. Aerion looks over to Dunk who is a sweating mess, he has a vice like grip on the arms of the chair, if Aerion could think right now he would presume Dunk was close to splintering the wood, his trousers are damp and cling to his thick thighs, his body glistens with the sheen of sweat. Aerion looks at him with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, Dunk smiles reassuringly at him, they both know that the night has awoken something in them.
Aerion can feel another orgasm building deep in the pit of his stomach, his legs are starting to cramp and his throat feels like he has swolled razor blades but he doesn’t stop, he continues sucking and grinding his hips. He is so close that he almost feels dizzy his third orgasm rips through him his whole body violently, he screams hoarsely as the pleasure spreads through his body. Gwayne is the first to pull out, smoothing his hands over Aerion’s sweaty hair smiling at him in thanks. Willem motions for Dunk to join them on the bed, he urges him to lie next to Aerion, the two men sharing a smile as Dunk lies down.
Aerion returns his smile as Gwayne jerks his cock over their waiting open mouths, Aerion sticks his tongue out catching a rope of cum as it spurts across his and Dunk’s faces as Willem’s orgasm tears through him. Roland, Donnel and Willem follow suit reluctantly pulling out of Aerion’s tight wet heat to jerk their cocks over Dunk and his Prince. It doesn’t take all three men long before they are shooting rope after rope of thick white cum all over both men. Dunk moans loudly as Roland’s cum lands in his mouth, his hips buck up searching for friction that isn’t there, pleasure rips through his body as he cums without being touched, he’s has never felt more ashamed in his life but Aerion’s light gasp next to him stops him from spiraling. The room is hot and the thick air is stifling, the only sounds are that of heavy breathing, each man taking in what just happened. The silence is broken by Ser Donnel welcoming Dunk to the Kingsguard, Dunk isn’t sure who but someone makes a joke about the white cloak ceremony saying he doesn’t need one as they’ve all already covered him in white.