Princely duel

by brazboy   

Haakon, First Prince of Niege, and Jarl, First Prince of Sneuve, have an escalating rivalry which is rocking all the Court of Lads. The ruler and master of the Court of Lads, amazing hunk Karl of Grenania, however, has a deep understanding of the situation and commands a solution a final settlement between the overmuscled twunks: a naked duel, in front of all the nobility.

The sibilant bells of alert sounded all over the Court of Lads—the massive palatial complex inhabited by the sons of the nobles of the land, until they inherited their titles and went back to their countries to rule over them. The bells rang loud and clear, cutting through the peaceful night, and waking up the handsome and barely dressed dwellers of this luxurious court which admitted no females—to avoid the breeding of bastards and the like.

“What has happened of such urgency?” asked the First Prince of Grenania, the ruler of the Court of Lads, and highest ranking of all of them. He was, in many ways, also the strongest, hunkiest and most handsome of them, and surely, he commanded much respect amongst their lot, both due to his seniority, status and his body. Right now, he walked in a hurry through the western wing of his Court, and penetrated through a burly crowd of youthful nobles, entering the chambers of his guest and cousin, the First Prince of the western kingdom of Sneuve.

As Karl penetrated the beautifully decorated room, he gasped, finding his cousin in the most compromising position: his knees were on the floor, and his princely legs were spread wide apart, allowing a perfect view of his glorious hole. His noble cock was rubbing and drooling against the bed, droplets of his cum falling on a puddle on the ground, while his incredibly strong upper frame was spread above the mattress, his writs still tied up. More impressively, though, his hole was gaping and drooling the milkiest and warmest of male juices, which run down his buns and incredible balls, and dripped on the floor as well, mixing with his own princely seed.

“It is still warm,” said the voice of the Second Prince of Grenania, a perfectly handsome and majestic lad, who was the same age as the First Prince of Sneuve, and a close friend of his as well. He discovered this fact by bringing his thick and wet sensitive tongue to his friend’s hole, licking it as the foreign prince moaned, and tasting the juices contained inside. All lads gasped with the new information made available to them. Who would have dared rape a cousin of the First Prince and the Leader of All the Lads under his own rood? The window was open, pointing to the possibility of an outsider, but this was more likely a hoax—who could have invaded such private and well protected palatial dwellings without being noticed by the many armed guards and handsome servants?

Seeing all that, and in possession of this new information, the First Prince intervened, sighing loudly, causing his younger brother to pull himself away from his friend’s twitching hole and look at his massive elder. “What has happened here?” asked the first of the princes.

“Jarl was bred during his sleep, brother, by some random unknown figure,” informed the younger massive hunk, still kneeling behind his mate. All the dozens of lads in the quarters whispered, naked, and mostly hard, wondering how that had happened. Besides the First and Second Princes of Grenania and the First Prince of Sneuve, a multitude of Sneuveian noble lads and Grenanian guards were also there. Karl, the gigantically sized first prince, sighed.

“Someone invaded my Court and raped one of my guests and younger cousin?!” he said, almost boiling in rage. “This crime will not go unpunished!” he started, and all lads around them trembled in fear with the threat contained in his voice. However, that’s when Jarl moaned and turned his head up, as he could not yet move his tied down wrists.

“I… cousin, I don’t think it was an invader who bred me. It must have been one of Haakon’s lads. I… I had one of my lads fuck his face while he slept a fortnight ago, and I think this is his way of paying it back,” explained the First Prince of the eastern kingdom of Sneuve, referring to the First Prince of the western kingdom of Niege, another cousin to Karl and his younger brother, although on a different line.

Hearing that fact, Karl boiled. His cock throbbed hard against his majestic abs, slapping it as furiously as he was, gaining length and throbbing hard, and loud as the bells. Bratty lads! Turning his court into a lowly festival. Did they have no respect for the laws of the land? If they wanted to play amongst themselves, stupid flirty bratty games, that was their own business—but this, this harmed the running of his whole court! Karl stared furiously at his younger brother Leif.

“I thought you said their petty rivalry was under control,” said the First Prince to the Second, who was a closer to their foreign cousins due to age and social circle. It was customary, after all, for the younger princes to be responsible for the lads in court closer to their age, and Leif held many titles which made him responsible for all teens. Hearing the accusatory tone in his elder’s voice, Leif bit his lips.

“I… I thought so, but these two are too irresponsible. I never thought princes such as them would… go this far,” said the younger prince, slapping Jarl hard on the buns, as if punishing him. A big red mark of Leif’s hand was printed on each of Jarl’s asscheeks, as Jarl’s rear muscles tremble, expelling more cum from his hole, and making his throbbing cock drool more too.

“It is not my fault! That asshole just bred me in my sleep! And he started all of this dispute between us, offending my chest and muscles. You should talk to him first, older cousin…,” protested Jarl, and Karl grunted, rolling his eyes. His cock was drooling seeing his cousin exposed like that, and he was also so angry that his towering princely prick was slapping his abs impatiently. It was also the middle of the night and, therefore, no time to solve those issues—besides, a conflict between the first princes of these neighboring countries was no small deal. He had to sort it out, somehow, and perfectly so.

“You know what? I’m tired of this. I have been trying to avoid promoting violence between you lads, but you both took it too far. I will allow you and Jarl to duel in front of everyone, Haakon, and whoever wins, wins once and for all. Let us end this bratty dispute forever, and bury it like I bury my cock in male rears!” proclaimed Karl, and then he turned around and left the younger lads to themselves, as he rubbed his face due to anger. His other hand went to his chest and rubbed his glans, first rolling down his foreskin and then massaging the squishy drooling cockhead. “Fucking brats, can’t learn how to behave. Let’s see if this will sort them out,” mumbled the First and mightiest Prince of Grenania, while he walked back not to his own quarters, but to the quarters of his boyfriend, the General of the Princely Guard.

Meanwhile, Leif was starring as his furious older brother left, and then he stood up and sighed.

“He is so pissed,” he said, and then looked down to his still awkwardly positioned cousin, and lifted his feet, stomped on Haakon’s cock, and pressured it against the bed.

“Hmmm, aw, hmmmm, cousin Leif! It isn’t my fault!” protested Haakon, between moans and grunts as his cock throbbed and drooled even more pre.

“You and Haakon are soooo fucked,” said Leif and sighs, and then shook his head and left too, but not before giving everyone else an order. “Do not untie him until sunrise, let him suffer from the consequences of pissing my older brother,” he proclaimed, and then exited the room under his cousin’s protests, while letting the whole small committee of his cousin’s vassals plot with him about his future duel with the western prince.

Leif, meanwhile, crossed the palace to go warn Haakon about what would happen. He was not at all surprised to find his other cousin awake and laughing as he told his own mates and lad vassals the story of having bred his rival and tied him to his bed.

“How is he now? Humiliated, ashamed? I’m sure he thought I couldn’t invade his quarters and get my revenge!” boasted a happy and laughing Haakon, as Leif shook his head.

“Not quite, but well… my older brother found out, and Jarl covered up for you, surely expecting you won’t tell my older brother he was the one who fucked your face a fortnight ago,” said Leif, and Haakon frowned, seeming less excited now. “Ah, and older brother wants you two to stop with this so he will have you two duel tomorrow in front of all the lads,” informed the second prince, and Haakon finally laughed.

“Ahhh, that will be exciting! My final victory! Soon he will have to acknowledge me! Never again will he speak poorly of my muscular buns and legs, that bastard. I’ll show him all the power of Sneuve!” boasted the prince, causing his vassals to agree and cheer, as Leif shrugged. He, for one, thought his cousins should just become friends or even closer than that already, but whenever he told them that, they never reacted positively. Now, unfortunately, he was looking bad to his own older brother because of them, which made him grumpy.

“Ah, by the way, Haakon… I need to reciprocate what I did to Jarl,” said Leif, climbing atop his cousin’s massive bed, to his surprise, and then grabbing Haakon’s legs as he protested.

“Cousin, what... don’t tell me, I know you are the Master of Teens but this is unfair, ahhhh, cousin!” protested Haakon as both his legs were lifted, and his ass gloriously exposed. While his cock was drooling still from having fucker Jarl earlier, his buns were deliciously dry and hard, as Leif slapped them hard several times.

“Do. No. Humiliate. My. Brother,” Leif said explicitly between each hard slap, which made grunting Haakon progressively harder until his cock was slapping his chest. “Okay?” he completed and slapped hard again. “I asked if you get it?” he said seriously.

“I do, I do! Sorry!” responded a hurried Haakon before he got his buns slapped again. Leif sighed and jumped off his cousin’s bed and, slapping his hands feeling he had done his part, he left. Handsome Leif would complain a lot—a lot!—to his boyfriend, though, the first prince of northern kingdom of Lunta, about what kind of problems his cousins had been causing him. He’d have to hear all of Leif’s complaints as he was deliciously fucked during the night, until way more cum was flowing out of his Luntean asshole than had ever crossed Jarl’s manly muscle ring in a lifetime.

Karl was still superbly annoyed when he woke up the next morning in his lover’s bed, although he was awakened by delicious kisses on his amazingly hard abs. He grunted, despite the fact that his massive cock clearly demanded attention, due to remembering the mess of last night.

“What makes my lord frown?” asked the 24-year-old, massively thick and handsome general. He kissed the princely abs, and massaged the noble pecs, while mounting his highness—his ass was hovering above the face of the heir to the throne, as his military balls rubbed on his princely nose. The prince grunted, grabbing his lover’s hard military buns, slapping them, and then forcing them to lower above his face, while spreading them to access the glorious army hole in the middle, which he invaded with his masterful siege tongue.

“My bratty cousins, my general. I know they are youthful, but we weren’t like them at their age, were we? My brother isn’t that obnoxious and inconsequent either… they just… keep getting themselves in trouble to try and humiliate the other. They act most unprincely, and almost like lowly peasants who answer to nothing but their bratty hearts,” complained the masterful first prince, then kissing and licking his lover’s military hole. His princely tongue slid inside it and swirled marvelously around—if he hadn’t had the loyalty of the troops before, he had it now.

“Hmmm, my lord… you have such a way with your tongue…,” moaned the amazingly sturdy general, as his cock slapped his abs and chest. He lowered his torso on his boyfriend, moaning as they started humping together. Despite not being of noble birth, the general was amazingly tall, at 301 centimeters of musclebound height—the prince was, himself, taller, though, by a good 12 centimeters. As he humped his boyfriend with his 188-centimeter-long cock, the general grabbed the princely cock and kissed its head, swirling his tongue around the gigantic prick which crossed not only his hole very often, but also the mark of 2 meters of length.

“Hmmm, so do you, my general,” moaned back the gigantic first prince, as his arms massaged and groped his lowers buns, and he are the hole in between them. The pleasure between these two towering men was immense as was their frame.

“Maybe it is indeed an issue of the heart, and they just don’t know yet how to process it. We were silly enough in our days ourselves,” said the general, slurping the majestic drooling cock as he rubs his own his prince’s body. “We fought about whether my training as a military lad was better than yours… just excuses to joust our cocks and muscles every so often,” moaned the general, sucking more and more cock as he drooled around it, slurping sounds filling the bed chambers, as pre and spit drooled out of his mouth.

“Remembering it makes me blush… I wanted to be atop and eat you up, not as I pretended at the time, but differently,” commented the panting prince, as he ate his lover’s hole, and then licked even his massive balls, while thrusting his hips as to fuck his general’s mouth. “But alas we learned our lesson. They are 19, almost 20 years of age now. It is time they grow out of this rivalry, or it might affect… their… hmmm… countries… I think a duel… shall help; fuck, my love, you are most delicious!” moans the prince, and his cock twitches and throbs and he pumps his princely seed from his immense balls deep inside the general’s gagging throat and deeper inside his muscular frame. Soon, the military hunk joins his lover, ejaculating in between their abs, and completely covering them both in spunk, before they turn around and kiss one another, sharing their seed as they did everything else.

“Yes… my lord, they shall grow out of it. Should we bathe before their duel?” asked the general with a smile. Prince Karl nodded, rubbing his beloved’s cum-covered hair.

“We should, but I feel my hole is at risk, my general. I need it inspected by someone of high military might and extreme trustworthiness,” said the First Prince, standing up in cock and on his feet, before pulling his lover to the next room over to be bred over a nice hot bath.

By the time they finished, the bathtub had inside more precious cum than water properly.

The whole Court of Lads assembled for the magnificent duel of Princes. The First Prince of Grenania and First-amongst-lads sat on his throne overlooking the big field where his cousins would fight. Next to him sat his lover, the general, and to the other side his deliciously handsome and concerned younger brother, Second-amongst-lads and youthful Master-of-the-teens. Leif was maybe the one teen lad which wouldn’t look lean next to Karl, as he was himself 297 centimeters tall, and his muscles were amazing and so thick as to limit the movements of his legs and arms. Next to the Second Prince sat his deliciously handsome boyfriend, the Prince of Lunta, and his entourage—Luntean nobles and knights and diplomats, all handsome and excited, attentive and mostly hard as well. Around them sat the other Grenanian noble sons: dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts and barons, as well as knights and diplomats and minor nobles—they were the majority of the dwellers of the Court of Lads, and were also themselves delicious hunks of amazing manliness, size and rod.

On the sides of the ample theatre sat the foreign noble lads from Sneuve and Niege. If the Grenanians were amazingly muscular and thick in their members—limbs and cocks—the Sneuvian and Niegian were leaner, and generally taller. Both their men were popular in court, although because of the rivalry of their princes, there was a certain competitiveness between them—as of now, the Sneuvian had bedded more lads than the Niegian ones, although the Niegian had bedded more high nobles, including the Duke of Karel, younger brother to the First Prince of Lunta, and now boyfriend to the Niegian Marquis of Akater.

In the area itself, you could find Haakon of Niege, on the left, and Jarl of Sneuve, on the right. They were each surrounded by two of their closest friends, who were massaging their delicious limbs, oiling them, and telling them they could definitely beat that hunk on the other side, who wasn’t even all that glorious and handsome as others say he was said, anyway. The Second Prince, Leif, glanced between his two friends, nervously, as his immense cock rested on the ground between his feet—he was the Master and Protector of the Teens, and so the mere fact that things had escalated so much was bad for his image. He glanced at his elder brother with the side of his eyes.

“Younger brother, you don’t need to be so nervous. I know you had your hands full with those two cousins of ours, one with the pride of our mother’s line and the other one with the stubbornness of our dad’s line,” said the elder prince and most massive of them all, as he lifted his thick arm and rubbed his younger sibling’s head and ruffed his hair, making him smile and pant as his cock throbbed.

“Don’t become overly excited with your brother, this one is mine to drain later, Leif,” said the Prince of Lunta, as his hand falls between the Second Prince’s legs and rubs the root of his majestically long teenage manhood, which is resting longingly and lazily over his throne, and falling on the floor and drooling below, lengthening. Leif’s amazing cock was easily the second largest in the Court of Lads, and it was now resting atop and around that of his boyfriend, as was customary amongst princes to indicate a love relationship—you entangled your cocks, and the more entangled they were, the more serious the relationship was. Between Leif and the First Prince of Lunta, their cocks were tangled thrice, which was quite a lot for youthful lads like them. Most lads only tangled their cocks once or twice, which represented respectively a clear preference without exclusivity, or an unofficial exclusive relationship. Only at three tangles could lads call themselves properly boyfriends.

His older brother’s cock, meanwhile, wrapped around his general’s manhood six times signifying that they were actually close to marriage. The more the cocks tangled, the closer their touching came to the root.

As everyone chatted, and some lads excitedly rubbed their muscles while servants went around distributing oils and foods, the big bells in the enormous Watch Tower rang that it was 10 of the clock. Everyone turned quiet almost immediately, and Karl stood up as the bells stopped ringing, bringing his majestic right arm above his chest, as if half-crossed—unfortunately his immense muscles prevented him from closing his arms. However, the popping of his muscles, his amazing body and just the authority he exuded and exerted over all lads made everyone look his way.

“Younger brother, younger cousins, noble lads, military hunks, servile jocks,” he pronounced, his voice filling the whole arena, making cocks throb as his own gigantic member oozed. His general glanced at Karl smiling, as Leif nervously bit his lips. Karl notices that and puts his hand on his sibling’s head to calm him down. “We are here to watch a duel between Jarl, the First Prince of Sneuve, and Haakon, the Frist Prince of Niege. Both are equally noble, my beloved younger cousins, whose holes I’ve tasted and who have tasted from my slit. They have respected my Court and my muscles, and have respected my majestic little brother, as the Master of the Teens and as the most muscular and better endowed of their age… however…,” began Karl, and then he frowned and his powerful chest flexed. His nipples were so immense and fat that just watching them sway and bob made Leif drool—what he really wanted was so suck milk from them but… not in front of all lads, at least not now.

Leif’s cock lengthened and his foreskin slid down, as his princely cockhead drooled amazingly.

“However,” continued Karl. “My very own princely cousins, heirs to their respective thrones, have found themselves in such competition as to risk peace between lads and the good living in my Court. Never would I prevent a fucking, a rubbing, a kissing—but this silly competition and escalation of pranks has reached unacceptable levels. I thought of punishing my cousins with a spank, but alas, what would it solve? I dare say even if I used my cock to whip their faces they might like it!” said Karl and there were whispers of agreement in the audience.

His immense princely muscles shook and the lads fell silent. “And so here we are, my good lads, to see them fight their differences as the hunks they are. Cousins, do you accept these terms? Struggle in your muscles and rods in front of the whole Court, and accept whoever wins here as the final victor in your petty little squabble,” proclaimed the most majestic of princes, his body covered in all sort of jewels although little to no actual clothes.

Jarl felt his friends rubbing his massive pecs, but as his cousin finished speaking, he pushed them away and stood up, with his teen cock slapping his 19-year-old chest and drooling all over it.

“My respectable and honorable, majestic cousin. I never wanted to cause you, your wonderful court, or my most muscular friend and cousin Lief any harm. I accept your terms, or may I lose my titles and become a thin and squalid peasant,” he exclaimed, extending his two muscular arms up. The lads cheered as they were massaged by servants, rubbed one another, and even massaged their own legs. There was so much testosterone in the air it was intoxicating.

After that it was Haakon’s time to stand up. His friends slapped his buns as he did so, and he crossed his arms in front of his delicious princely pecs, barely managing to do so. Haakon wore wonderful red ruby jewels, which his friends were taking off his limbs even as he talked.

“Despite all our disagreements, this is something in which Jarl and I are one. Cousin Karl, our ties are of blood and respect, and you have fed me seed as if I were a younger brother; I’d never harm you willingly. Cousin Leif tried to stop us, but we were stubborn, even when he showed us the power of his muscles, Jarl and I collaborated not to concede, against Leif’s best intentions,” admitted Haakon, and then finally his friends removed his cock ring, and amazing drool flowed down and out of his slit. “Hmmm, but now, of course, by my princely honor, I accept your request. May it never been said that Haakon, Prince of Niege, disrespected his elder hunks,” he said and then all lads celebrated once again. They loved their customs and codes and loved seeing their ways respected even by more of the mightiest of lads. Being in the Court of Lads was all about developing a love of other lads and a deep understanding of the codes of laddery—of chivalry between lads.

As the multitude stopped cheering, Karl sat again, and Haakon and Jarl bowed to their older cousin. Karl smiled to his younger brother and whispered to him.

“You’ll one day rule over the Court of Lads too, so watch and learn, younger brother. This is also to your own benefit. You need to be able to perfectly lead the lads once I become king,” said the hunkiest lad as he licked his younger brother’s ear. Leif hummed and moaned, mumbling in agreement, as his cock drooled even more pre and started hardening in between the swirling manhood of his boyfriend, who was ever massaging his sturdy abs.

“Thank you for the lesson, big bro,” grunted a bloated and horny amazingly huge Leif. He was small or little only to Karl, which meant he had to come to him often for those amazing wrapping hugs lads often desire. To other lads, though, Leif was the massive, burly and amazingly muscular Master of the Teens. With his Luntean Prince, Leif was the jockest of jocks, and indeed, as his older brother turned away to the crowd, Leif turned too and kissed his boyfriend to exhaustion, making his cock throb and drool amazingly easily.

“Let the duel begin!” proclaimed Karl, and he also turned around and kissed his boyfriend, the general. Several hundred lads, in fact, started kissing then and there. Jarl and Haakon, as tradition dictated, went to the middle of the field, grabbed each other’s hand, and frowning, pulled into a passionate and loving lad’s kiss too.

“I’ll defeat you most thoroughly and have you ejaculate while I do it!” threatened Haakon during their passionate and respectful pre-duel kiss.

“You’ll be the one ejaculating in front of all the lads, Haakon. I’ll overwhelm your muscles and your prostate in revanche for your fucking me in my sleep!” responded a hungry and panting Jarl, as his tongue swirled in their surprisingly long embrace and rubbing.

It took the bells of the arena ringing and announcing the start of the duel for the lads to force themselves apart, and then crash again, now in a most masculine and sweaty struggle of force.

Haakon, the immense and deliciously hung prince of Niege trembled as soon as he parted from his kiss with Jarl, the gigantic and amazingly well-endowed prince of Sneuve. The two lads were of astounding beautify—the first, 259 centimeters of incredibly packed muscular height, with his amazing arms perfectly oiled and glistening, as well as a towering 169-centimeter-long manhood, trebling and hard now after the deliciously manly kiss. The second lad, blond where the first was brunet, had eyes green as a field where his rival had blue eyes like the sea. His body was taller, at 267 amazingly thick and burly centimeters of lad, with a beautifully wet and drooling rod, standing at 167 centimeters in height, whose head was quickly revealed as his foreskin slid down naturally horny.

Pre flowed abundantly between the horny lads, and they raised their butts so their cocks would point forwards like a spear. Quickly, they attacked, and their majestic selves trembled, slammed as one.

Their immense burly bodies clashed—muscle against delicious manly muscle, sweat against salty sweat, oil against slippery oil. Deliciously well-defined muscles rubbed as their arms hugged and struggled against one another, making their pecs rub amazingly and their nipples get hard. Other lads cheered, as everyone started hardening in the audience; the scent and whole feel of the spectacle was of masculine sex and raw power.

“They are terrific!” commented the First Prince of Lunda to his beloved Leif, who nodded. Only he had, amongst the teen princes, consistently beaten the two foreign princes in manly duel, both of rod and of muscle. His eyes followed the fight easily, as he knew their masterful tricks.

“They are really good, beloved, notice how they both managed to slide their cocks between the other’s legs when they hugged and struggled in thick and flexing muscle!” commented back the Second Prince, expert in contact sports. Of course, though, this had led both lads to closing their legs together and pumping the other’s cock, but at least it prevented sucking.

In fact, the fight between Jarl and Haakon was indeed a technical and manly spectacle, and the nobility around them soon was moaning watching the two lads fight—they started stroking their cocks, or kissing their own boyfriends. Haakon and Jarl, however, fought as if their hunkish pride was at stake—which it was. Their muscles tried to overpower one another, and their rods slapped the other’s back as they were jacked by sturdy legs, trying to get the right angle to rub against any the rival’s muscle hole, and even slap the other’s head with a rear attack.

“Grrr, you fucker, you will never get me!” grunted Haakon as he lowered his lips to bite and kiss his rival’s amazing shoulders—a totally allowed move, as long as tongue was involved and blood was not shed. Jarl reacted, of course, himself grunting as he tried to lift the whole body of the slightly shorter and less muscled lad, and turn him towards the ground.

“I will fucking show you that you have to respect me like a fellow lad, you beast!” moaned Jarl, as his rod drooled all over Haakon’s back, but as Haakon’s dick did the same to his own back, making their respective fingers often slip and end up massaging their respective muscles, and even their asses. It was amazingly hot, and it made both lads edge, although unintentionally.

The lads struggled and grunted and moaned, sliding and rubbing their bodies up and down, as Haakon kissed and bit Jarl’s shoulders, and Jarl did the same to his rival’s ear and cheeks, licking them deliciously. They tasted each other’s sweat while covering each other in pre, their cocks harder than ever, as their massive overgrown pecs rub and their balls collide between their legs.

“Ahh, fucker, ahhhh, I see you want to win this by ejaculation, instead of beating me fair and square in muscle!” protested Jarl between ecstatic pants as he grabbed and rubbed Haakon’s ass cheeks, and then frowned. “I’ll show you what, then! Two can play this game!” he grunted and finally slid two of his massive fingers inside the hole of the other prince, swirling them inside him, making Haakon gasp and his eyes widen as his hole was perfectly massaged and his prostate pleased and poked against by Jarl.

“Bastard! You are the one, I can see it, who thinks you can win by making me spill my seed!” retorted Haakon, as he panted his head buried on Jarl’s amazing burly pecs, and then he kissed and bit the other prince’s fat pecs and especially sucked and licked his ultra-sensitive princely nipples. “Just because your fingers can make me spill my seed with pranks, it doesn’t mean it will work in the arena of manliness!” Haakon shouted.

As cocks started drooling even more, and the two rival princely rods slapped their backs, they compressed even tighter in an amazing horny sandwich of lads’ torsos surrounded by shafts.

“Fuck… this is looking more like a game… than a duel,” said the horny general, surprised, as First Prince Karl smirked. His cock was hardening, as was his younger brother’s—the biggest elder cock hardened less, though, and thus, weighing on the younger one, kept it still pointing forwards.

“I had that inkling,” said Karl, as his general smiled and turned to kiss his majestic burly and immensely thick pecs.

“You amazing and impressive musclebound plotter! You can read twunks like a book, can’t you?” said the general with an amused tone, and his attentions finally made Karl’s cock tremble and his foreskin slide back, as it became fully hard and rose and slapped his massive torso and even his lips, which started sucking his own slit.

“Oh my god, older brother!” shrieked the Second Prince, as he heard his elder’s confessional utterance before he started kissing his own drooling slit, and quickly understood the meaning behind it. But right then, his own youthful cock, released, throbbed and lifted its massive weight and slapped his own face where it was looked at by the Prince of Lunda, who kissed Leif around his cockhead—two tongues meeting three holes there, two of spit and one of pre.

“Hrrr, arrrr, I won’t let you!” moaned Jarl.

“I will never…hmmm, ohhmmmm, concede!” melted Haakon.

While all the lads moaned, stroking themselves or their mates, fucking or being fucked, kissing or being kissed, the two foreign princes really lost themselves in their own tiny world of being squeezed by their cocks and muscles. The struggle had gone on for an hour, when the bells hit eleven, and yet the rubbing and lifting and trembling and kissing continued. Until finally, Jarl lifted majestic Haakon, whose cock slapped his wonderful body, all glistening with pre and sweat and oils.

Finally, Haakon was lost—he had been lifted and then thrown on his back, arms and legs wide open, his cock covering his torso immensely, drooling a river of pre, looked close to bursting. Even his hole was exposed, and he would lie if he said his hole didn’t want to be penetrated—it did, he did. He almost demanded it. And he would not mind if it were Jarl, much the contrary, he would welcome it. Seeing his helpless rival, then, Jarl naturally pointed his cock and thrust his hip forward, aiming to finish the deal by crossing Haakon’s princely ring—however, he aimed poorly. Jarl’s trembling moving immense cock thrust forward and, sliding in the sticky oiled skin, rubbed up on Haakon’s balls and then his shaft, frotting amazingly and deliciously with Haakon’s member, until their two cockheads kissed and touched and drooled together at the end, as their balls slapped in a thud.

“Ahhhhhrrr, bastard!” both of them shouted and shot at once. Both princely roods trembled amazingly, as the four balls throbbed and pumped endless amount of seed all over the audience, covering them in the thickest, warmest white imaginable—this had been a long-desired orgasm for the princes, clearly. Jarl, losing his balance as he came, feel atop Haakon in a hug, as the two automatically embraced their legs and arms together, sandwiching the two pumping cocks between muscle, as they covered the Court of Lads with dozens of warm jets of fresh jockish spunk.

“Oh, fuck, fuuuuck!” grunted the Second Prince Leif, seeing his friends enjoy themselves so much and… and find themselves, together, as their tongues tasted each other’s cock and started sucking with hunger, more than rivalry. He was so happy for them, and his Lundean Prince too, that the two nobles ejaculated together, starting a domino effect of ejaculating and trembling noblelads which covered the whole arena in a massive layer of gushing lad milk.

Only Prince Karl didn’t ejaculate, alongside his boyfriend, the general. Yes—they had to bite their lips and flex their muscles to contain their juices, but they did so and only drooled a few dozen jets of pre as all thousands of lads orgasmed in unison. When the amazing endless orgasm died out, Prince Karl stood up—his cock coated in spit and still totally erect where all other lads slowly softened. The other tired post-orgasmic lads gasped seeing their leader’s and overlord’s ever-hard hunkish manhood.

“The duel is over! The result is decided!” he announced, as every lad gasped and whispered. Who had won, at last? Neither prince had won in muscle, and both shot simultaneously in cock. Both princes stood up to protest the announcement but soon everyone realized: their snakes did what their mouths wouldn’t dare to—they tangled, and both princes blushed as their cocks so long and fat had entangled thrice around one another, didn’t allow them to pull away from one another before dealing with their manhoods and acknowledging their state of wild entanglement.

“I think this resolves the issue between my cousins!” announced prince Leif, and everyone laughed at the remark, as the foreign duelers tried to look away from each other in embarrassment but also silly happiness, but ended up falling back into each other’s eyes. Soon, the two wonderful princes ended up blushing and rolling their eyes, and, instead of detangling their cocks and going back to their sides of the arena, they sat together in the center rows, just below their cousins, their cocks still tied as one.

“But it does not resolve all!” announced finally Karl, as he lifts his right hand and pulls one of his rings. Everyone gasps, as he continues. “My younger brother is 19, about to complete 20. It is time he leaves his title as the Master of Teens and Princeps of Twunks, and joins me as a hunk in his 20s. I shall make you, little brother, the Vice-Commander of Hunks and the Imperator of Little Brothers,” he said, and Leif lifted himself—his youthful drooling post-orgasmic cock falling softly on the floor with a loud thud.

“Older brother, I shall follow in your footsteps and help you lead the hunks, as I have led the teens. I will not forget your lessons from today, or any other lessons such as the ones you give me in oratory, math, or the manly arts. I shall worship your majestic body as I always did, and shall appoint a new Master of Teens amongst our younger cousins, as you did to me when I came of age!” announced the Second Prince, kneeling and kissing his brother’s scrotum, and then up, and up his shaft, until he kissed the princely slit and drank its juice, suckling his brother’s drooling pre.

Leif was then awarded the Ring of the Court of Lads, which allowed him to penetrate any room in the Court of Lads at any hour, and open any door, or read any text, or command any servant. Fundamentally, he would share in the power to rule over all Lads, second only to Karl. His older brother then turned around and retreated to his quarters, to fuck his general and get his cock drained without wasting his royal spunk in a feast of milk. Leif stayed behind, though, and ordered that a banquet was to be organized in honor of his brother’s and the hitherto love between first princes—and soon boyfriends—Jarl of Sneuve and Haakon of Niege.

Here, neither side could claim a victory over another, as both had won.

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