Fate Bara Order

Taming Iskander

Takeshi never thought he'd ever get the chance to be a Chaldea recruit. He was just a scruffy middle-aged man who spent most of his time collecting gay porn. He only had passing knowledge in magecraft and spotty at best knowledge of history and mythology. Despite these setbacks, he was accepted into the Chaldea security organization and took on the role of a master.

' Is this for real? Can someone like me truly save the world?' These were the thoughts that constantly circulated in his mind. Takeshi felt like someone as forgettable as he was finally had the chance to prove himself.

When the time came to summon his first servant, Takeshi wasn't expecting much. He figured an average guy like him would just summon a run-of-the-mill servant. It was to his pleasant shock and horniness that his initial servant was none other than the Bara legend himself: Iskander!

" GAWD DAMN!" Takeshi shouted at the sight of the red giant before him. Iskander was a perfect tower of pure muscle. His beautiful tanned muscles seemed to flex from the slightest movement by him.

" Hahaha! It sounds like my master is pleased by what he sees. I, Iskander of the rider class, promise to serve you well!" His baritone voice filled up the room.

' If he's a rider, I wanna see how he can ride this dick' Takeshi chuckled to himself while continuing to examine Iskander. The dude was stacked in all the right places. He had a big beefy chest you could just motorboat yourself in and a pair of thighs that could probably crush your head. Even his red beard looked far more well-groomed than the sloppy stubble Takeshi had.

" The pleasure's all mine, dude. I know we just met and all but can I feel you up real quick? I'm feeling seriously envious of your muscles."

" Of course! It is only natural for men to stand in awe of the peak male form. Caress my manly muscles and feel inspired to put some meat on those bones of yours!" Iskander flexed his muscles as if he was a professional model. Takeshi's eyes savored the finely packaged meat in the shape of a historic conquerer.

His fingers traced along the surface of Iskander's six-pack abs and his hulking arm muscles. Takeshi groped at the man's firm pecs and his shapely ass. Oh Lord did he have an ass. It was like holding two giant peaches. He wanted nothing more than to smother himself between those beautiful melons.

" Hope you don't mind if I remove your shorts. It's not every day I get to meet an ass this beautifully sculpted." Takeshi asked with hearts beaming in his eyes.

" A master shouldn't trouble himself with such trivialities! Let me strip down so you can adore my body unrestricted!" The red giant wasted no time in removing all his clothing. Takeshi's jaw dropped at the sight of the mammoth cock dangling between the king's legs. He was in envy of such a long girth.

Takeshi got behind Iskander to immediately begin massaging the cheeks. It was like diving his hands into two mountains of jello. He wondered what it would feel like to have that ass sat on him. Hell, he wondered what it would smell like.

" Okay, Iskander. As your master, I order you to let me fondle your ass in its entirety. A rare specimen like this can't be overlooked." Takeshi was drooling like a hungry dog.

" HAHAHA! You got guts, kid! Gotta admire a man who's open about what he wants." Iskander bellowed loudly before kneeling on the bed. The man had instinctively gotten into face down ass up position.

" Something tells me this isn't your first rodeo."

"Let's just say a good king keeps his people entertained," Iskander replied with a chuckle.

" You truly are a king worthy of being served." Takeshi shoved his face into the ass without hesitation. His nostrils were infiltrated with the glorious scent of manly musk and sweat. The aroma was intoxicating but there was a smell he desired even more.