12-21-2015, 04:21 AM
Wonder slowly dawned on him as he obeyed...were these instructions truly how he liked his cock worshiped best? Or was that simply the best that previous worshipers managed? Flattened tongue on large vein...lick generously and move up...ten heartbeats, but what speed? Eh, fudge it, just listen for him moaning before moving to the sides...Tobias drank it all in and decided he would test his King's limits to even exceed what was described, if possible. He curved his hands along the heavy and musky sac, rubbing his thumb and palm over it tenderly. He released them just long enough to rub his left breast against the delicious orbs, letting him feel how soft they were already, letting him think of how this would be when milk would drip from them onto his organs that fathered so, so many. And how his King's seed did all this to him. All while using the brawn of his manly arms to gently rub and lustily grope the limbs and buttocks of the form known as Darius.
Between looking for conclusions to these experiments, Tobias relaxed his mind to enjoy half of the reason he did this at all. The thick and swollen staff of flesh in his mouth felt just like his metaphor described: a snake welcomed back to its burrow. His eagerness allowed him to suppress the urge to gag surprisingly quickly, although he had to recover from a very briefly blocked windpipe once he sped up a bit. The taste of the musky flesh, the texture of the skin and muscle flushed with blood, the sight of looking so closely to the narrow hips and tree-trunk thighs that even men of civilizations lost and forgotten to history (human history, that is) got to see in their adoration of their King. Again, he broadcast his thoughts about this in place of having his mouth full of a fatherly organ. Feeling it all himself easily had his own fatherly organ stiff and ready to climax, but he neglected touching himself for the chance to touch his King all the more.
Tobias became more aggressive. He became greedy for the sticky seed that he teased in the orbs he nuzzled and pet and admired. He moved his head faster, sucked harder, emboldened by every moan of delight by his King. And then...!
Between looking for conclusions to these experiments, Tobias relaxed his mind to enjoy half of the reason he did this at all. The thick and swollen staff of flesh in his mouth felt just like his metaphor described: a snake welcomed back to its burrow. His eagerness allowed him to suppress the urge to gag surprisingly quickly, although he had to recover from a very briefly blocked windpipe once he sped up a bit. The taste of the musky flesh, the texture of the skin and muscle flushed with blood, the sight of looking so closely to the narrow hips and tree-trunk thighs that even men of civilizations lost and forgotten to history (human history, that is) got to see in their adoration of their King. Again, he broadcast his thoughts about this in place of having his mouth full of a fatherly organ. Feeling it all himself easily had his own fatherly organ stiff and ready to climax, but he neglected touching himself for the chance to touch his King all the more.
Tobias became more aggressive. He became greedy for the sticky seed that he teased in the orbs he nuzzled and pet and admired. He moved his head faster, sucked harder, emboldened by every moan of delight by his King. And then...!