Featuring:Tomaddin and Brad are captured and thrown in the dungeons, with the guards finally getting their revenge on the thieves. In the palace, Reynolds sneakily crept out from his lair with Gavin on his shoulder as always. The secret door shut behind him, just in time for Hazmine to storm into the hall.
“Reynolds! We need to talk!” He spat. Hazmine was back to wearing his royal blue crop top and baggy pants. “Prince? How may I be of service to you?” Reynolds said, bowing. “The guards just took a boy from the market on your orders!” Haz said, angrily. “Your father has charged me with keeping peace in Agrabah. This boy is a criminal.” Reynolds reminded him. “And what was his crime?” Haz asked. “Kidnapping the prince, of course.” Reynolds answered. “He didn't fucking kidnap me! I ran away!” Haz argued. “Oh… Dear. How frightfully upsetting. Had I but known…” Reynolds said, dramatically, stepping away from the secret doorway. “What do you mean?” Hazmine frowned. “Sadly, the boy’s sentence has already been carried out.” Reynolds told him. “W-What sentence?” Hazmine asked, nervously. “Death…” Reynolds whispered. “Beheading, to be more specific.” “No…” Hazmine gasped, looking as though he was gonna be sick. “I am exceedingly sorry, Prince.” Reynolds said, cupping Hazmine’s face. “How could you?!” Hazmine cried, slapping his hand away before running out of the hall. “Did you really think he was gonna have sex with you after you beheaded his boy toy?” Gavin scoffed. “I think he took it rather well.” Reynolds shrugged. “But for now, you'll have to do.” A puff of smoke later and Gavin stood beside him in his red leather jacket and boxer briefs. “Don't worry, master. I'll make it up to you.” He whispered.
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Featuring:Prince Hazmine has an argument with his father about his future spouse, which ends in some fucking in the fountain. Prince Hazmine was a beautiful young man. He was muscular with large shoulders, pecs and a body he isn't afraid to flaunt. He was wearing a light blue satin crop top that showed off his abs and baggy pants with golden earrings and a necklace with a sapphire. All the Princess 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 we had met in - through a large set of doors. “I'm so sorry!” Hazmine heard his Dad apologise before bursting through the doors. He was a large man with a sexy amount of stubble. He could be a bit ignorant at times but in fairness - he was trying to run 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, Haz?!” He barked, storming over. The Sultan, also known as Hazmine’s father or Pratt. “For once can you lock that cat of yours in a fucking room while you meet one of these princesses?” He complained, gesturing towards Hazmine’s most treasured companion - Rajah the tiger. Although scary, he was very loyal to Hazmine, meaning he was also very protective. “Rajah did nothing wrong, Father. He clearly knew she wasn't right for me… Y'know because of the whole ‘boobs’ situation.” Hazmine 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 land that does surrogates? Or we could adopt, I mean, who cares about this whole bloodline thing?” Hazmine 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!” Hazmine 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.” Hazmine 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 Hazmine’s face. “I love you too, Father.” Haz sighed before the two leaned in to kiss. Featuring:Reynolds and Gavin find the Cave of Wonders, but find out they must find the Diamond in the Rough in order to retrieve the treaure. A long time ago in the Middle East, was the beautiful city of Agrabah. A land where camels roamed, pulling caravans through the chaotic streets - but a place the people would all call home. Markets lined the streets selling every spice or satin shawls while the poor desperately try to haggle the price. It's a mystical land, with secrets yet to be discovered as we explore a road that can take us to good or to greed, darkness and fortune…
One night as the moon lit up the sand outside the grand city, there was the Sultan’s Grand Vizier, Reynold. He was wearing long, flowing black robes over a deep red garment with bell sleeves, then a tight jet black shirt with long sleeves underneath. He also had a bright red, silk sash that's tied around his waist. He wears a very distinctive black headdress which has a very prominent, deep red gemstone and a crimson feather placed just above it. He held a gold, ruby eyed cobra-headed staff that he’d rarely be seen without. He was sitting on a camel, with his malicious sidekick on his shoulder - Gavin. He was a red parrot with a very snarky attitude. They were waiting to meet a thief, who they had trusted to retrieve the second half of a gold scarab beetle, which would be the key to their cruel plan. Eventually, the wait came to an end as a camel soon came trotting over with Antoni Parowski riding on top. “You're late.” Reynolds growled as Parowski slipped off of the camel’s back. He was wearing a lot of white and brown rags. “I ran into trouble.” He claimed as Reynolds also gracefully dropped down. “Do you have it?” Reynolds snarled. Gavin’s beady eyes watched as Parowski pulled the second half of the golden scarab beetle from a satchel on his camel. Reynolds went to snatch it, but Parowski smirked as he pulled it away. “Na-ah-uh… Let me see my treasure.” But the thief didn't have a choice as Gavin flew off of Reynolds' shoulder and snatched the scarab in his yellow claws before flying back towards his master. But, in a surprising cloud of scarlet smoke, the parrot was replaced by a very sexy young man. He wore a red leather jacket over a shirtless body and a pair of tight, red boxer briefs. Gavin casually handed the scarab to the vizier. “Good boy, my dear Gavin.” Reynolds smirked. “And don't worry, my dirty friend. You'll get your reward.” He said before the eyes in his cobra staff lit up a bright red. The clothes on Parowski’s body faded away in a dim crimson glow, along with the clothes on Reynolds' body. The thief’s body was ripped, muscular and his defined lines were still visible in the moonlight. Between his legs was an impressive 8 inch, soft cock that dangled between his legs. Reynolds, on the other hand, had a bulky, muscular, wide body with muscles not quite as defined, but definitely visible. Under a wild set of pubes was a thick, semi hard 9 and a half inch cock. “What the fuck?” Parowski blurted out, looking down at himself in shock and confusion. “You may have noticed I was vague when I spoke about my reward.” Reynolds said in a quiet tone. “Master loves his boys.” Gavin smirked, still in his leather and the briefs which seemed to be tenting. “You tricked me!” Parowski gasped. “I'm sure you'll enjoy it, all the same.” Reynolds muttered, dropping his staff and forcing himself onto the thief. Featuring:James gets a tour of the town, meeting the many other residents of his Afterlife, resulting in a lot of sexual encounters. My eyes fluttered open. I could smell a musky sort of scent and as my vision became clearer, I realised I was… Hugging someone… My eyes looked up until they saw Brad fucking Simpson, naked, laying next to me. He was on his phone, just chilling. Shit, it wasn’t a dream. It was real. I looked around to see Tom and Ross weren’t there.
“Brad?” I mumbled. “Ohhh, hey sunshine. You okay?” He smiled, putting his phone down and giving my head a kiss. “Where’s the boys?” I asked, cuddling back up to him. “They’re downstairs. They’re planning your tour of the town.” Brad smiled. “Oh… Didn’t you want to plan it with them?” I asked him. “Well… I would but this morning when we woke up and you were still asleep, you were sorta clinging onto me. I didn’t want to wake you up so I just stayed here, as you had such a weird day yesterday.” Brad explained. “Awwwwh that’s so sweet.” I said before pecking his lips. “I mean, I don’t know if there’s a jet lag that comes with death… Are you jet lagged? Or… Death lagged?” Brad asked, unsure, making me giggle. “I love you.” I chuckled, kissing him again. “I love you too, babe.” Brad smiled, kissing me back. |
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