The king, in his kingdom, ruled with a mighty head—Just not the one on his shoulders!

As he walked down the stone corridor of his castle toward the milking room, his erect cock led the way, pointing out through the gap in his silk robe, and he found himself hyper aware of his heavy plums swinging between his legs, being pulled down toward the floor by the gravitational effect that was always reminding him of just how big and heavy they actually were.

From the time he had reached manhood, his girthy penis and nuts the size of ripe plums had given him the fantasy of fathering many children. But it wasn’t just his impressive manhood that fed this fantasy. When he came, which was often, always in his own hand since he hadn't been king yet and couldn’t bend the women of the castle to his will (Also, he was quite homely, not much to look at besides his massive package which none of the girls ever saw anyway), he absolutely erupted ropes of spunk that would flood his basin and take a good long while to drain.

He had learned of his condition early on, when he had had a wet dream about one of his father’s servants (his first ejaculation), and he had awoken in a warm puddle that most definitely wasn’t urine—And that feeling! He had clutched and spasmed, jerked and moaned as his orgasm grew to a climax and spilled from him in long gurgling spasms that he knew he wanted to feel repeatedly for the rest of his life. (In fact, he had unburdened himself of so much spillage that the maid servants had had to burn the bed.)

As a result of his massive ejaculations, however, the prince who had not yet been a king had learned that his semen was not potent with sperm and that he would never father children.

A few years later, now a king, the king had come to think of this impotence as a gift, and he had built his kingdom around sex—contests and games, so much sex, organized breeding, playing matchmaker with the best male and female genes, and he was always looking for new perverted ways to get himself off.

This particular day happened to be the last day of the month—the Breeding Day—And the king walked down the castle corridor with his penis pointing the way and his aching nuts swinging from side to side beneath their own weight. He made it a habit to abstain from masturbation and intercourse throughout the month so that when this day finally came, he would cum too with all the force of the pounding flood that was currently dammed up at his root and causing him to twitch with an over-abundance of energy.

He was dizzy with excitement as he walked, cock pointing the way, weeping with precum and leaving a sticky slobbery trail from his private quarters to the large oak doors of the Milking Room at the center of the castle where it was warmest and the conditions were best for the show that was about to begin.

Paige and her boyfriend Chris waited in the crowd in the castle courtyard beneath the noonday sun and prayed (at least Chris did) that Paige would not be chosen to participate in the day’s festivities.

Each month the king chose seven women among the multitudes to be bred by his chosen bulls in the hopes that they would one day produce beautiful sons and daughters who would, in turn, when they reached adulthood, fuck for his enjoyment and produce even more of the same.

Paige kept her eyes on the cobblestones as the criers came through at intervals and announced that the selection had begun and would hopefully be over shortly.

Chris looked at his girlfriend of the past two years, and noticed her lowered gaze. “Hey,” he nudged her. “What are you thinking about?”

Paige looked up at him with her big doe eyes and blinked. “Nothing,” she said, biting her lip. She lowered her gaze back to the cobblestones, and Chris couldn’t help but notice she had begun to blush.

“Why are you blushing?” He asked. “I’m starting to think you want to be chosen, the way you're acting today.”

“Do you seriously think that?” Paige retorted. “It’s just the heat from the sun. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

In the past couple of months, the young couple’s conversations had more and more turned to the subject of marriage and children—In fact, Chris planned to propose the minute they got out of there, provided the king didn’t see something in his girlfriend that he liked.

“This is fucking stupid,” Chris gritted his teeth, and his own face became a deeper shade of red. “What gives him the fucking right?!”

Paige glanced back up at Chris quickly with her doe eyes, and her gaze quickly flitted back down to her bare feet where she massaged the cobblestones and took relief from their relative coolness left over from the morning’s slight chill. “Don’t talk too loud,” Paige said, looking back up now and looking her boyfriend straight in the eye. “Do you want him to notice me?”

This was the couple’s first time being selected for the breeding draft, and Chris was obviously worried, given his girlfriend’s well-endowed rear end. Everyone in the kingdom knew the king was an Ass Man to a crazed degree, and Chris had barely gotten any sleep the night before in nervous anticipation of today.

Sure, he was worried that Paige would be chosen to carry the child of one of the king’s trophy males, but he was even more worried that he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her anymore after an experience like that—Everyone had heard the stories: Wives leaving their husbands, mothers leaving their children to serve in the castle with their newfound insatiable lust after being mounted just once by the hung slaves whose only job it was to penetrate, bust, and impregnate. To this end, the seven chosen bulls were tied up naked, teased, and edged for thirty slobbery days and nights before finally getting their release, unleashed on the fully nude and rear mounted women who waited in a line at the bulls' feet, snatches wide and wet, and clits pounding with the beating of their own excited hearts.

“You have to be thinking about it,” Chris said, and Paige shielded her eyes from the sun.

“Of course I’m thinking about it,” Paige said, and Chris’ heart skittered before picking up pace and thudding furiously in his chest. “Wouldn’t you be thinking about it if you were me?”

“I wouldn’t be fucking excited about it!” Chris nearly shouted. “You’ve been acting fucking embarrassed all morning, grinning around, biting your bottom lip...”

“What are you talking about?” Paige raised her voice to match Chris’ frustration.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Chris said. “If you get chosen, I swear to God I’m leaving.”

“He’s going to make you watch,” Paige said in a little whimper then regretted saying anything at all. “I mean, it’s not like you’ll have a choice or anything. And what about me?”

Everyone had heard the stories about how much the king got off on his sex games, and they all knew that part of the fun for him was forcing the women’s husbands and boyfriends to watch while the bulls mounted up on them and humped ass.

“I swear to god if you get chosen I’m going to die,” Chris said.

“What about how I feel?” Paige asked again, her own frustration with Chris finally beginning to seep out into the open.

“How do you feel?” Chris retorted. “What if you fucking like it?”

“I mean...” Paige began, and Chris’ eyes bulged with what he thought she might say next.

“It’s not like I have a choice!” Paige nearly shouted, and Chris stamped the cobblestone street.

“This is so fucked!” Chris jerked, and slammed into one of the guards who just happened to be patrolling by—Until Chris had run into him, they hadn’t seen a guard yet that morning.

“What’s the problem?” The guard asked, pointedly, staring down at Chris while Chris looked up at the guard, now shielding his own eyes from the sun and looking at the much larger man towering over him.

“Nothing,” Chris said. “I was just saying that—“

“He was just saying how the king must have some real low hangers to put on a festival like this every month.” Paige blushed when she said it—A comment like that was very uncharacteristic of her (normally she was shy and unassuming), but she felt like she needed to take the guard’s focus off of Chris and his rage; she also knew that the king just so happened to be immensely proud of his low-hangers.

“Holy shit,” the guard said, looking down and noticing Paige for the first time. “Turn around.”

Chris stared, dumbfounded, and Paige’s face burned a deep blushing red as she turned her back to the guard. She felt the urge to look back at him over her shoulder, but resisted.

The guard wore a perplexed frown and bit his own bottom lip as if what he was seeing might not be real. “Bend over,” he choked.

“Fuck you!” Chris screamed and shoved the guard, who barely even flinched. The guard grabbed him by the arm, but the harder Chris fought to free himself the harder the guard clamped down. Chris howled in a torrent of pain and was soon the quietest he’d been all morning.

Paige was thankful that Chris couldn’t see her face as she bent over for the guard to get a better glimpse of her big bottom. Chris had always had a hot temper, and he had always been selfish in their loving, despite his own sexual deficiencies.

Lately, Paige had begun to allow herself to dream of other partners, and this caused her more than a little guilt and remorse.

In the tight pants she wore (which Chris warned her against wearing), the size of her big round ass on her petite frame caused the guard to flinch. “Holy shit,” he said again. He let his eyes fall over her, almost involuntarily, in a trance, as he noticed her bird-like legs, her big round butt, her thin waist, her skinny arms, and her long straight hair falling down her back. The ass just didn’t fit.

The guard wetted his parched lips and finally remembered to breathe. He considered this woman a walking miracle and knew the king would reward him handsomely for such a specimen.

Before Paige could even stand back up, the guard was pulling both she and Chris by the arms, launching them through the crowd, and hauling them up toward the castle gates.

Paige could only watch as the gates approached in something like a dream as they drew closer, and closer still.

The king burst through the large oak doors of the Milking Room, and was met by the sticky-sweet smell of lust and the moans of the seven bulls as they stood strapped to the wall, the seven female servants tickling their erect penises with feathers as they jerked and thrusted toward the ceiling and spilled their precum into crystal puddles on the mats between their feet.

The king disrobed, and walked over to inspect the bulls who each stood at least 6’6 and whose bodies appeared to be pure muscle. Their cocks were all uncut, and in this heightened state of arousal, each of their cock heads now protruded almost fully through their foreskins, pointing upward, as they thrusted at the air, pushing higher and higher, reaching, hoping to get at something...anything...

The king had once made the mistake of grabbing one of the bulls' cocks on Breeding Day, and after all the intense edging of the morning, the man had shot off in his hand and sprayed the ceiling with rocket shots that seemed to come and come and come. The king had only been able to stand, amazed, watching the busted nut fall from the ceiling in viscous wads and splat on the floor until the jizz had formed a fertile puddle of yellow-white goop.

He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

After the king had walked the line of beastly men, examining each one of them and giggling to himself while the women servants kept working at them, a guard came in from outside and told him that the eight women were in silken robes and waiting just beyond the large oak doors. In short, they were ready.

“Send them in!” The king said. Of course, he only needed seven women to be bred by the seven bulls, but he always kept one for himself—One who would be edged in her own way, just as he would, throughout the coming month, and would finally be given to him as a tribute on the next Breeding Day a month in the future.

As it was, this was the day he was to have sex with the big ass blonde he had chosen last month.

The king clapped twice, and with that, the girls were ushered into the room.

This was the best part of the king’s month. Knowing he had a woman up in his own quarters waiting naked for him on his bed, the lust and sheer sexual energy of this event always made him blow so fast when he finally did make it back to his room, but that was fine by him. It was hard work carrying those aching balls around all day every day, and the thought of release made him glow.

He watched in amazement as the women paraded into the room—He watched the roll of their hips and the way each of them spoke of sex and needing it without saying anything at all. He watched them grin and blush and bite at their lips when they noticed the bulls, jerking hard against their straps on the walls, bucking furiously now that they'd spotted the women who tried so hard to conceal their pounding chests and wet crotches.

The women took their places on their own mats, backs to the bulls, still wearing their robes, and waited for the king’s orders.

The king walked down the line, asking for the robes to be removed, and he inspected each of the women (he admired them more than he inspected them). The robes fell in small heaps on the floor at the women's feet, their titties were revealed, all shapes and sizes but all perfect in their own way, and the king tried to imagine those titties twice the size in a few months when they began to show the signs of pregnancy.

He couldn’t be happier to be alive.

The bulls continued to moan and jerk at their straps, their cocks really leaking now as they thrusted them heaving outward, having just seen the women’s bare asses for the first time.

Suddenly, the king noticed Paige, and his breath caught in his chest. “You,” he says, and freezes. “Who are you?”

The king turned her around, using her shoulders as a wheel, and got down on his knees to inspect her big ass at close distance. He clapped her cheeks a couple of times with his palms and jiggled them around, mesmerized.

“I’m Paige,” Paige blushed. It had been so long since someone had gawked over her like that, and this was the king!

The king turned her back around and noticed the pond in her crotch, the sticky mire of pubes and feminine arousal.

"Are you excited?" The king asked, blushing slightly, himself.

Just then, the women’s husbands and boyfriends were brought into the room and forced to stand facing their partners on the opposite wall away from the bulls. The men gasped and gulped as they took notice of the muscled giants for the first time bucking at the straps, bucking at their women; but mostly they just kicked at the floor or looked away at the ceiling and tried not to notice anything at all.

“You’re with me,” the king said to Paige, pulling her over to one side and handing her the silken robe to put back on. “I’ll save you from those guys,” he laughed, nodding toward the bulls, and Paige looked down for the first time and noticed the king’s thick member, his low-hanging plums, and his cock head that looked more like a door knob—She gasped, looking back up to find the king meeting her gaze, seeing that she'd noticed.

“You’ve heard the rumors,” the king said with a smile.

Paige gulped.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” the king said, feeling the blood gathered in his face and head. “Is it hot in here?” He laughed. “Come here.”

The king led Paige over in front of the bull who looked like he was having the worst time of it, and Chris watched from the far wall, between tightly pinched eyes, at what he hoped wasn’t about to happen. He knew that no matter what, it wouldn’t be good.

“Bend over, baby,” the king said to Paige, patting her lightly on her bare ass and guiding her down to the floor, all while raising her wide naked hips up behind her so that her big bottom stared up at the raging strapped bull and winked at him with its one brown eye.

The bull bucked like never before and moaned and groaned as he pulled and bucked with all his might at the straps that Paige secretly hoped would bust and free the man to do his business.

The king’s face turned an even darker shade of red as he looked down and for the first time noticed Paige’s splayed crack, her deep crevasse and her big brown eye. He fell to his knees desperately to sniff her like an animal might. “Good lord,” he stammered as the young woman’s musk hit him like a dump truck, and he chalked it up to a fun little accident that he’d made them wait out in the afternoon heat for so long. He sniffed her again, and he had to pull back fast to keep from losing his thirty day load prematurely to the scent of her bottom. (Remember the blonde upstairs, he reminded himself, but all of a sudden he didn’t want that one so bad anymore.)

The bull was still pounding wildly at the straps as the king got back to his feet and had a devilish idea. He grinned before reaching down and swiping Paige’s bare crack with his finger, causing her to jump and let out a little nervous-excited yelp. She covered her hand with her mouth, and Chris moaned and turned around to face the back wall until a guard walked over and turned him back around to look at Paige.

The king stood and held his finger under the bucking bull’s nose, but soon learned another valuable lesson about things he should not do on Breeding Day.

As soon as the smell of Paige’s crack hit the bull’s nostrils, his penis jerked to a full salute, jerked a couple more times in orgasmic spasm, and began to pour the milky semen that ran down his cock as it continued to jerk and spasm—the jizz continued to flow steadily, a ruined orgasm for sure, and ran down his shaft and his own low hangers before gathering in a big murky puddle at his feet.

The bull closed his eyes and breathed sharply through his flared nostrils as he finished on the floor.

The king slapped Paige’s ass with intense excitement and called for one of his female servants to take her to her quarters and introduce her to the pleasures to be had in his castle. "Hopefully you'll have the same effect on me!" the king said to Paige.

The female servant walked over and collected Paige; she led her out a side door and into a small corridor.

“See you a month!” The king called after her. "You lucky bastard," he said to himself.

The bull on the wall was replaced with another, and the seven naked women were told to present themselves to their breeding partners, the bulls, whose penises ached for their tightness, their wetness, their warmth.

They had longed, fought, day and night, to jizz up a tight snatch and relieve themselves of what had become a very heavy load.

Each woman was led backward onto her own personal mat, and was helped down into doggy position. (Their men moaned and groaned almost as loudly as the bulls behind them bucked.)

“Without further adieu,” the king said, clapping twice.

The women servants pressed the naked women’s breasts down upon the soft mats, and situated them so that their own big asses were raised high in the air and their backs were arched to give the bulls a breathtaking view of the needy bottoms.

As the bulls salivated and tugged at their restraints, the women instinctively began to wag their asses seductively back and forth in a come and get it gesture. (The king had always found it funny that every woman did that same thing every time.)

“Let them out!” The king exclaimed, and the women would have heard their men gasp and moan and even holler out if they weren’t so tuned in to the sounds of the straps being undone and the rings tinkling lightly to the floor and the slap of male feet bum rushing them.

The king watched the women’s faces, all in a line, as the slippery cocks penetrated their warm pussies all at once and over-took them in that classic wrestling match that makes the world go round. The women’s eyes closed, their mouths opened, they squealed and squawked and bucked back into the men plugged into them.

The king hurried around behind the women and watched from below as the cocks fapped in and out, thrust after wet thrust, and here and there they began to bust off (already) until the line became one hot bucking mess of sticky heat and muffled moans and sharp slaps and clapping ass and the glug-glug-glug of pumping jizz as taints twitched and spasmed and the bulls ejaculated their orgasms deep into the big ass tight snatches raised in front of them for one purpose only.

It never took long, just as nature intended.

The king smiled.

He wondered what kind of teasing Paige was already having to endure.

He watched wide-eyed, as he always did, as the bulls pulled out their penises, nut rolled out of tight pussies, and giant puddles of ejaculate formed between the thighs of the big asses that were all still wagging teasingly back and forth.

The king remembered the naked blonde in his bed and rushed off to have sex for the first time in a month.