Septiplier stories {COMPLETED}

Master

Jacks POV

I'm so fucking bored.

"Uuuggghhhhh does anyone have anything exciting for me to do? Find something, I'm bored and if nothing exciting happens I'll have to go blow up a country!" I shouted impatiently half hanging off my golden throne.

I sat sideways with my legs dangling over the side just like how my father tells me not to. "Um your highness... I'm sorry but your top slave just passed away... we need to find a new one."

"BETTY!? Ah oh well she was old and slow anyway. Find me a younger one, preferably male, preferably handsome!" I ordered and my servant in second command, Steve, rushed off, and I'm back to boredom...

"Seán! Your father and I are going to London to spend time with their new queen Signe, she's around your age and we are meeting her to see if she is able to become your wife to unite our countries again, please behave and we will be back next week." My mother called to me and before I had even replied they were both gone.

Hmmm so I have Ireland to myself basically... I feel horny... ugh boy problems.

"We have found some people willing to be your newest slave that I believe fit your criteria your highness... you may have your choice out of these young men." The second in command servant walked in with 6 people following.

Hmm finally something to do today!

I scanned all the men and they all posed and smiled at me cheesily. I wasn't in the mood for any of them until I got to the end of the line and there was a man around my age maybe a little older, with flaming red hair, light stubble, chocolate brown eyes, tanned skin and was extremely muscular. He wasn't smiling like the rest, he was smirking at me.

I looked into his eyes and he winked at me!?!? I could feel myself blush... this man is gorgeous. "That one." I said quietly still staring into the mans eyes.

All the other men were quickly rushed away and I sat upright in my throne as the gorgeous god of a man was brought up to me.

I cleared my throat and swallowed nervously, "hello... Tell me your name." I tried to stay confident, I mean I'm the king for fuck sake.

"My name is Mark Fischbach, master." I felt myself starting to get hard just from the sound of his voice and being at this close proximity to him. And that nickname. It seemed like something that I should call him as he fucked my brains out.

"Well, Mark, you have definitely got the job, follow me please." I stood up briskly and walked towards my bedroom. I turned my head a little and saw him watching my ass as he followed me. I smirked to myself and started to sway my hips more as I walked to my room.

When we finally got there after walking through the whole palace I shut the door behind us as he stood there confidently. "What do you want me to do first master?" His deep smooth voice rang in my ears, I stared at him before I slowly started to walk towards him.

As I walked towards him I decided to put on a show, I started to unbutton my shirt as I circled around him and he watched me smirking. I took off my shirt and then started to take off my pants, once I had pulled them down and kicked them off my feet I was back in front of him again.

I put my finger on his chest and pushed him back until his legs hit the bed and he sat down, immediately, I straddled his lap and pushed his shoulders down so he was laying on his back on my bed.

"Well I can see where this is going." He chuckled, I leant down slowly and kissed him. It was only quick and when I pulled back he wasn't smirking, he looked desperate, "what do you want Mark?" I teased and he grunted.