The king’s new clothes

by brazboy   

A tailor offers to make the king the most perfect clothes out of a fabric invisible to those who are dim of mind. The king accepts, and when he sees the outfit made for him, he decides to parade it to court and wear it to a festival in the city.

Many, many years ago there was a king who was passionate about his looks. While other nobles went to banquet halls and walks in the palace gardens, he practiced the sword and sports amongst the guards, swam in the large and beautiful lakes, and rode competed with the best horse-riders in the realm, keeping his body hard, tanned and healthy. This, added to his natural disposition, meant that the king filled his tall frame with many kilograms of muscle, which serve to improve the perfect fitting of the many wonderfully tailored clothes he frequently bought and wore, which accentuated all the right parts of his torso, arms and legs, and his bountiful bulge with an exquisite tightness both to him and to the onlooker.

One day, that king was visited by a tailor who told him he had discovered a wonderful fabric which most miraculously adjusts to the body of the wearer, besides being light, incredibly complimentary to the wearer, not bothering the skin, and allowing for perfect mobility. The king immediately asked the tailor to show him such fabric and to make him a piece of garment with it, to which the tailor responded, “I shall do as your majesty commands, but this fabric is much too expensive and I need an advance of 100 coins of gold to produce it,” which made the king ponder.

Finally, the monarch replied, “You shall have your 100 coins, but if your fabric doesn’t fulfill your promises, then you will have to pay them back to me, or I will take you as a servant to use in my private dealings.” To this the tailor agreed, seeing as there’d be no loss either way, and thus the king commanded his guards to leave them alone, and swiftly undressed himself to the tailor, so he could measure all the parts of the king’s delicious body, including the size of his fat balls and his hard round ass, which much impressed the lovely tailor—making him hard under his very own perfectly adjusted clothes.

Almost having left before completing, the king reminded the tailor that even the tips of his nipples had to be taken into account—both their size and their texture. The tailor naturally obliged, but the king naturally reminded his that only such sensitive parts of his body as the lips could truly measure the texture and warm responsiveness of the royal nipples—leading the tailor to sucking and licking them, to be able to take account of them as fully as he should.

It took some weeks, and the tailor came back to show the king his product: a beautiful tunic worthy of a royal—he said, and then showed to the king what seemed to be a set of invisible clothes. Unamused, the king glared at the tailor. “What do you mean by a tunic? I see nothing there, but your hands! You used my gold and my measurements to produce this?” said the king, filled with spite, but the tailor didn’t falter.

“Measuring your majesty’s body, I was certain at once that this is the perfect fabric for your majesty indeed. This tunic is perfectly adjusted to show off the royal body, your majesty, in the most perfect fashion, and being worn it becomes the handsomest piece of clothing in the kingdom, with the only downside that it is invisible to those who are dim of mind,” he responded, making the king ponder.

As he remembered his eggs being squeezed by the tailor when he took measurements of every portion of his body, the royal cock throbbed, and he wondered what the tailor really meant—was this a fabric that could only be seen by smart persons? But he was smart, he was the king! And then he blushed, understanding, his rod slowly growing as his glans poked out of the royal foreskin, still kept in place—squeezed, compressed—by the traditional fabrics.

The king smiled and pointed at the invisible tunic, before starting unbuttoning his shirts, revealing his broad hair-covered chest which was crowned with the biggest and thickest pecs in the land. “They are indeed beautiful, and I can think of no better way of presenting myself to my subjects than wearing them; help me tailor, and make me six other sets of tunics using this fabric, so I shall wear one each day of the week from now on,” said the king, and he paid the vendor a fortune in gold for the clothing. He then put it on and paraded around the guards.

The royal guards seeing the naked king, blushed—it was true they had seen those muscles before, practicing, and had even touched them; they had even seen his plump cock before sporting a semi after a round of fighting. Never, though, had they seen the towering royal manhood standing proud and free as now, pointing ahead of his majesty at a 90-degree angle as if it was waiting for a powerful eagle—the symbol of the royal house—to land there; or a snake—the kingdom’s symbol—to wrap itself around it. It was really breathtaking sight, those balls hanging so low and swaying around, each big as the head of the next man.

“Guards, now follow me to the throne room!” announced the king, satisfied at the guards’ awkward and awed reaction. As he started walking ahead of them the guards glanced at each other confused and shy, wondering where this would lead, and taking turns watching the royal ass moving up and down as his majesty walked.

Seeing the king enter the throne room fully naked shocked the peers and nobles of the realm, making the crowd turn silent as it glared. Knowing that many amongst them were not bright, and therefore couldn’t see the wonder of his new clothes, the king’s massive 51-centimeter cock throbbed and rose, bobbing up and down with each royal step, slapping his hard kingly abs with a wet splash as pre drooled down dripping on the floor. “This,” thought the king, smiling to himself, “cannot be invisible to them”.

“My subjects, these are my new clothes, which have been sold to me by the most talented tailor. While some of you may be able to appreciate my new looks, others might be wondering why you see nothing—those, which I imagine are few, may rest assured that I am not, indeed, naked. I am wearing the most beautiful costume, except it is made with a fabric which can only be seen by intelligent people, and not by idiots,” said the powerful, muscular and well-hung overlord, as the people murmured their incredulity.

As the king sat on the throne, his large melon-sized balls rested on the cold stone, between his muscular legs; and his long, ripe and red cock stood trembling resting against his abs, poking his plump pecs and oozing liquids on his majestic body. Soon, the first advisor to the king stepped forwards, and kneeled to the royal feet. His large body was kept active by joining his majesty in the practice of fencing and other sports, which had long created a relationship of trust between the two young men.

“I recognize the most perfect set of clothes you have bought, my king. Now no one in the kingdom will ever wonder why we bow to you, as it is plain for all to see—your taste, your superiority, your poise,” he announced, and bit his lips filled with desire for the hot kingly body as he did so. “What your majesty should do now is to make it so that every lord in the kingdom has to buy his clothes from the same tailor, so that they can also wear clothes that fit them as perfectly as they fit your majesty, and so everyone wears clothes as complimentary to themselves as they deserve,” proclaimed the advisor, his tongue sharp and his mind bright, as the nobles whispered recognizing the threat in such words.

For a second, it seemed that a voice would be raised; that someone, somewhere, would protest against the king’s new clothes and what they meant for them all. A count stood up, his chubby wobbly body shaking as he did so; a duke gasped in anger as his hands fell on his skinny legs. But then, breaking all the timing for protestations, stood up the prince—the handsome and tall slightly bratty younger brother to the king, in all his 193 centimeters of height (only 5 less than his elder). He looked at the king with shiny eyes, and he took a couple of excited steps towards his brother, before kneeling between his muscular legs.

“Brother, I must compliment you on your purchase, and I hope you will forever wear clothes made of such fabric in the future, and gift me clothes of equal beauty, as well as let me use yours,” said the handsome prince, before he looked up in his older brother’s eyes and opened his mouth in a smile. He raised his powerful arms before lowering them onto the kingly thighs. “There is just one small part of this tunic which is, as of now, not straight, and if you will allow me, brother, let me fix it for you!” he went on, and as the king nodded, his younger brother grabbed his gigantic royal cock and engulfed it with his bratty mouth, licking the red and wet kingly glans as he starts slurping on it, his own generous 45-centimeter long manhood throbbing and oozing abundant juices under his heavy clothes and rubbing against his abs as his sucked his brother for all nobles to see, starting to sweat as he gagged on the gigantic kingly rod.

“Anyone else has… hmmm, a comment?” asks the king as pleasure inundated him. His cock continued to be sucked and engulfed by his big little brother’s mouth, embraced by his thick gentle but hungry lips. The hungry prince sucked deep and hard, going up and down on the gigantic royal member as his tongue stuck out, licking and swirling against the powerful shaft. He even forced his older brother’s royal member to slide into his throat, as the prince gagged on the immense member and moaned, his eyes rolling.

Not a single sound other than slurping and sucking was heard on the throne room, and as such, the king asked his advisor to bring the foreign ambassadors. The foreign ambassadors came and watched in shock as the prince fellated the king. As they were informed that the king was wearing mysterious invisible clothes and his younger brother was just setting them straight, they warily reported their needs to the royal.

He king moaned, lowering a hand onto his brother’s head and holding it down as he started fucking his deliciously warm drooling lips, himself panting as he got close to his limit. “And may the ambassadors report to their homelands that I challenge their kings to show the same confidence and cause the same wonder in their courts as I do in mine!” said the moaning royal, before he thrust his member inside his brother, fucking deep inside his tight throat, forcing it to bulge to accommodate the kingly tool, before he dispensed his load there, filling the princely mouth, throat and stomach with his thick and warm juices as his younger brother moaned and felt the gigantic royal member throb inside his deliciously cavernous mouth.

After days of having the king present his new clothes at court, the tailor had been inundated with new orders and more and more members of the royal entourage were wearing costumes made of the same invisible garment as the king. The higher nobles wore nothing else, now, even those who were chubby or skinny. The clothes were made in such a way that even then they accentuated the talents of the wearer—be it the thin duke’s fat and long cock, now the talk of the court, or the chubby count’s deliciously round ass, which had become particularly popular amongst the guards. Such was the tailor’s talent which the court so much appreciated as his products grew in popularity.

And that was until one day the king was to go to a festival in the city. He, his advisor, and his younger brother would go in white horses, marching ahead of an army of guards and noblemen which escorted him. For that event, the king decided that only he and his brother could wear clothes made of the new fabric, and that order was heeded so that in the day all bodies were contrived and covered, except those two of royal precedence. Excited for this event, the handsome stately prince went and hugged his brother, their two sets of immense pecs slamming hard against each other as their rods slapped and rubbed together. The two nobles’ rods bobbed up and down wetly and deliciously between their hard abs as their hips started moving to better smack their two manhoods together sharing their warm wetness.

“Will the peasants understand our new clothes, brother? They are just peasants, after all,” asked the prince.

The king replied by patting his head and messing his hair, letting him rub his massive pecs with his younger, although fully mature, princely hands. “Fret not, brother. They are peasants but they are not stupid. These clothes are not as hard to see and understand as one may think… every man, I think, will easily see their purpose when they see another man parading thusly dressed, especially such men as their king and overlord,” said the kingly elder, and his little brother could do nothing but agree as their handsome noble rods rubbed up and down together, attracting the eyes of their large entourage and making the guards and nobles wish their own members were also dressed in the new fabric and thus exposed to be pampered with.

Soon, they were all out of the palace riding their horses to the city—and riding a horse in these new clothes is less easy than one may think due to the risk of having one’s fat balls slide between one’s ass and the body of the horse. However, the two towering members—one princely in length and girth and wetness, and the other in the same ways kingly—were in such proud and blissful display as to make the two royals forget all other issues with their trip. A crowd gathered along the road to watch the royal family pass along their entourage, and it shaken by shock as it watched the new clothes worn by the king and the prince.

“The king is naked… isn’t he naked?” whispered some people in the crowd, as others added, “He has no clothes!” just to be quickly told by guards that no, the king was wearing the most handsome clothes, clothes that showed his status and his place, and that could be seen by all of those who weren’t idiots. People were confused by this reply, but seeing their fat royal and princely shafts slapping the massive manly muscles of their abs and chests easily made some them understand, as their own rods reacted naturally to the side by getting engorged with blood and also throbbing in respect to the king.

“The king is naked!” accused some silly voices, but soon that accusation turned into a burst of pride by the members of the crowd. If that was the nakedness of their king, his might, his spear and his orbs—the one that conquered foreign lands, the ones that would make them an heir—then there was no reason to shy away from celebrating the monarchy. “The king is naked! Long live the king!” shouted someone with a celebratory tone, and soon the whole crowd was clapping and celebrating the king’s presence and his younger brother’s support.

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