Featuring:Prince Jordan has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Jordan was a beautiful young man. He was skinny yet muscular with defined pecs and a body he wasn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs, baggy pants and golden earrings, then a necklace with a sparkling sapphire. All the Princesses wanted him, but unfortunately the feelings were never mutual. He was sitting on the edge of their beautiful fountain, gently running his fingertips through the water. “He is the rudest prince I've ever met!” The latest princess screamed as she ran out of the beautiful courtyard they had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Jordan heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy beard. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was still doing a decent job at running a kingdom. He wore a big white turban that had a blue feather with a red jewel. He wore white royal robes with golden lining and a golden sash with indigo stripes going across his waist. “Are you fucking serious, Jordan?!” The Sultan, also known as Winston, barked as he stormed over. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Jordan’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Jordan. But he was also very protective, willing to chase away any Princess he wanted. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Jordan reminded The Sultan. “For God’s sake, how many times do I have to tell you. You have to marry a princess, no matter if you're gay or not. The royal bloodline must continue.” The Sultan groaned, rubbing his temples. “There's other ways! I heard that there’s a kingdom that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Jordan reasoned. “Every single one of your ancestors! Not to mention it's the law!” The Sultan reminded him, sitting down beside the prince. “Urgh… I hate this. I hate being trapped in this palace - in these walls. It's not fair, I wanna be free!” Jordan complained. “But… But why? You have anything you need, a library, a pool, a beautiful garden!” “But I wanna be able to leave, Father. I want to be able to meet our people, talk to them.” Jordan insisted. “Son… I love you. But being Prince means there are rules and you must be protected. Ever since your mother died… I promised I'd look after you. This is the best way.” The Sultan continued, cupping Jordan’s face. “I love you, son.” “I love you too, Father.” Jordan sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. The Sultan’s lips danced against his son’s as they passionately kissed, pushing their tongues into each other's mouths. Jordan reached down and began rubbing his father’s crotch through his pants, whilst Winston ran his hands over Jordan’s abs.
“Mmm Daddy… Fuck me…” Jordan whispered. The Sultan suddenly pushed Jordan onto his back, on the fountain’s edge. He gripped the Prince’s baggy pants before stripping them off in one quick motion. Jordan never usually wore any underwear so he just laid there, naked from the waist down. His 8 and a half inch cock stood proudly. “I want you to moan loud enough all the guards can hear you, got it?” Winston smirked, taking off his headdress, then beginning to remove his robes. “Mmmm you got it, Daddy…” Jordan smirked back as he watched his sexy father undressing, until he was completely naked. Jordan couldn't help but jerk off at the sight. His Dad was hung, with a thick 9 inch cock. “Can't get enough of your Daddy, can you?” Winston smirked before placing one of his feet into the water, with his cock above Prince Jordan’s face, pointing towards Jordan's throat. “No, I love your cock, Daddy.” Jordan whispered before opening his mouth ready. With one leg in water and one on dry concrete, the Sultan pushed his cock into Jordan’s open mouth. The Prince had slowly been getting used to swallowing the Sultan’s cock from years of practice. “Arrgghh yeaaah…” Winston groaned before beginning to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Jordan’s mouth, making him gag a couple times. Jordan loved it though as he moaned around the meat and drool dribbled from his lips. “That's it, baby, you can take it…” Winston grunted as he watched his cock bulge inside Jordan’s neck. Tears began running down his face as Jordan tried to keep up with the throat fucking, whilst he was stroking his own cock. “Fuck, that feels so good, Jordan… Such a hot bitch…” Winston groaned as he pumped precum down Jordan’s throat. “That’s it, get it nice and wet…” Winston groaned, reaching down and groping his son’s chest as he watched him choke on his meat. “Finger your ass… Get it ready for me…” Winston growled. So, Jordan lifted his legs and his father held him by the ankles. The Sultan watched as his hair began inserting a finger into his own ass, whilst still getting his throat fucked. “Fuck that's so hot…” Winston muttered, watching the finger go down to the knuckle, an easy feat that Jordan could do since his early teens. “Yeah, fuck that hole for me… Stretch it out…” The father grunted, still fucking his son's mouth. He watched as Jordan soon inserted a second digit into his hole. Jordan moaned around the cock as he began scissoring himself, stretching himself out for his Daddy’s cock. “Ohhhh shit, I need to fuck you… I need to fuck you now.” The Sultan gave in, releasing Jordan’s legs and pulling the dick out of his throat. “Awh yeah, give it to me, Father.” Jordan said, mouth soaked in drool. The Sultan put both feet inside the water and Jordan turned on his ass and then also stepped into the water, standing up so he was back to being eye level with his father. “I love you, Daddy…” Jordan whispered before he and his father kissed, passionately. Winston’s strong arms wrapped around his son as they both stood in the fountain, feeling the light, cool spray drift over them from where the stream of water hit the bottom. “Mmm, I love you too, son…” The Sultan whispered, breaking off. “Y’know, you could marry a Princess while I satisfy your… Needs?” He suggested, taking Jordan’s hard cock into his hand. “No, Daddy, I wanna marry for love. I'd rather marry a Prince and have a threesome with you both.” Jordan smirked, groping Winston’s pec. “You're quite difficult.” The Sultan sighed. “Then take it out on my ass.” Jordan smirked before turning around and bending over, gripping the top of the fountain’s wall. His beautiful ass was barely centimetres away from Winston’s cock, which throbbed starts the sight of his tight, pink hole. “I think I will…” The Sultan smirked, spitting onto his cock. “Yeah, punish me, Daddy… Punish my queer ass.” He said, giving his butt a wiggle. “Argh, you fucking deserve it!” Winston growled before gripping Jordan’s hips before slamming every inch of his cock straight inside of his son. “OH FUCK!” Jordan cried out, loudly, feeling all 9 inches throb inside him. The Prince and the Sultan had been fucking roughly ever since Jordan asked to be tied up for his 16th birthday. “Oh yeah, fucking take it, baby…” Winston blurted out, quickly beginning to thrust his hips back and forth, feeling his son’s tight hole swallow his cock again and again. “Fuck, you're so big…” Jordan whimpered. “Louder!” Winston commanded, gripping the Prince’s hair and pulling it back. “You're so big, Daddy! Oh fuckkk!” He cried out, loud enough for the guards in the outposts nearby to hear. They couldn't help but rub their crotches as they listened, often thinking about their own nights with the Prince. “That’s it! Take it! Fucking take it, baby!” Winston grunted, his balls slapping against Aladdin's ass. “Awwh yeaaah! Daddy, it feels so good!” Jordan continued, pushing his own ass backwards into Winston’s hips. He loved his father's cock so much, the same one that took his virginity long ago. This wasn't even the first time they had fucked in the fountain, or the second. “Ah fuck… Harder! Wreck my ass!” Jordan begged, knuckles white as he gripped the marble wall. “Feels better than your fingers, doesn’t it?” Winston smirked, slapping the round ass loud enough for all the guards of the palace to hear. “So much better, Daddy… I love it so much…” Jordan’s voice cracked as he began beating his own cock hard and fast. “You're so fucking tight! Argh, fuck!” Winston grunted, going balls deep with every thrust. “I-I’m gonna cum…” Jordan whimpered, feeling his ass be used and abused. “Me too, Jordan… I'm gonna cum inside this ass… Breed you raw, again.” The Sultan grunted. “Ah fuck! Ohhh fucking helllll…” Jordan moaned out for the whole palace to hear as he shot round after round into the fountain water. “Argh fuck! Mmmm yeaaah, baby!” Winston groaned, thrusting deep inside his son as he flooded Jordan’s hole. “Oh yeah, Daddyyyy… Mmmm give it to meee…” Jordan whimpered, as he felt his father's seed fill his insides yet again. The Sultan soon pulled out and Jordan soon sat himself down onto the fountain wall. “That was so hot…” Jordan muttered, looking up at his naked father. “It was. Even if you are being a naughty boy.” The Sultan smirked slapping his dick across Jordan’s face. “You'll understand me one day, Daddy.” Jordan said, dreamily as he felt the meat slap against his cheek. The Sultan, fully dressed, sighed as he stepped into the palace, soon finding his royal advisor, Elba. He stood, towering over a small scale model of Agrabah - something the Sultan would often use to plan which areas of the kingdom needed to be focused on. “Elba, what the hell am I gonna do?” Winston sighed. “His mother was nowhere near as picky.” He scoffed, looking down at the model, despairingly. “Sounds like you're in dire need of some wisdom.” Elba smirked with Anthony perched on his shoulder. “How may I serve you, my lord?” Elba asked, giving a shallow bow. “It's this marital business. Jordan is refusing to choose a wife.” The Sultan complained. “Perhaps I can come up with a solution to this… Queer problem.” Elba said, twirling his ominous cobra staff. “If anyone can help, it’s you.” The Sultan said, giving a sigh of relief. “It would require the use of the mystic blue diamond.” Elba said, pointing towards the Sultan’s wedding ring. “My ring? But… But it's been in the family for years.” The Sultan said, hesitantly. “It's vital in finding your prince a suitor.” Elba said before pointing the cobra head towards the Sultan’s face. “Don't worry… Everything will be fine.” Elba hissed as the eyes in the staff glowed bright red. “Everything will be fine…” Sultan muttered. “The diamond…” Elba instructed. “Here, Elba… Everything you need… Will be fine…” The Sultan muttered, handing over the diamond ring, under the spell of the cobra. “Thank you, my liege. Now get on your knees and service me.” Elba commanded, whilst taking off the Sultan’s headdress. “Finally.” Anthony smirked as he watched the Sultan kneel down in front of Elba. The adviser quickly pulled his huge, soft cock out from his robes and it dangled before the hypnotised King. “Open your mouth.” Elba instructed and the Sultan did so. “Goooood…” He smirked before gripping Winston’s hair then forcing his cock straight into the Sultan’s mouth. The Sultan gagged but didn't resist due to the hypnosis as Elba thrusted his hips back and forth into Winston’s mouth, whilst Anthony just watched on his shoulder. Tears began streaming from the King’s vacant eyes as Elba continued to fuck his throat. “Look at him, he fucking loves it.” Anthony said, watching intently as Elba’ balls slapped against the Sultan’s chin. “Feels so fucking good…” Idris grunted, going harder and faster. “You gonna cum, baby?” Anthony whispered into Elba’ ear. “Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum down his fucking throat.” Idris growled, still slamming his meat down the King’s neck. “Do it… You know he wants it…” Anthony smirked. “ARGH FUCK!” Elba moaned loudly, before shooting huge, heavy loads straight down Winston’s throat, forcing him to swallow it all. “Fuck that's good…” Elba muttered as he finished. He pulled his cock from the Sultan’s lips and stuffed it back into his robes. “That was so hot.” Anthony said as he looked down at the pathetic Sultan, whose lips were shining in saliva. “Let's go. He won't remember any of this.” Elba said before soon walking away. “I can’t take it anymore. Listening to that old fool pretend like he knows what he’s doing…” Anthony complained on Elba’s shoulder as they strutted into the palace hall. “Calm yourself, Anthony…” Elba said as he pulled a curtain’s rope. However, instead of opening to reveal a window, a secret door rumbled and opened up. There was a stone spiral staircase, going down beneath the palace. “Soon, I will be Sultan instead of that moron.” The advisor said as he came down the steps and then through a wooden door, stepping into his lair…
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