0. Prologue

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Jon PoV

I've had the fantasies for years. I mean who wouldn't? Ever since the first pictures of the crown prince without his shirt on was snapped by the paparazzis, he has featured prominently in most of my wet dreams. And taking care of myself this morning, he is once again the star of my imagination. The mere thought of him looking down at me while I kneel in front of him with my hands cuffed behind my back, almost have me blowing my load before I can even touch my dick.
But where is the fun in that?

No with a little edging my reward will be so much sweeter. Grabbing my dick firmly, I give it a slow tug, root to tip, making sure to flick my wrist just right. Starting a slow rhythm, I let my imagination have free reign.

In my mind Frederic is running a hand through my hair, grabbing a fistful and turning my head roughly so he can look me in the eyes. "Have you been a good boy Jon?" He asks me "Do you deserve a treat?"
I nod while panting. He shakes my head a little. "Verbal answers Jon!"
"Yes My Rex. I have been so so good! May I have a treat please?" I moan.

"Well who would be able to deny such a polite request?" Smiling, he pulls my face to his crotch. "Get me out of these pants then." Using only my teeth, I manage to pop the button and get the zipper down. With pleading eyes I look up at him for help getting the pants down his legs. Giving me a look of pity back, he slides off both his pants and underwear thereby freeing his cock to point right at my face.

At this point in my fantasy, I have to let go of my dick for just a moment. I'm almost there already and I don't want to come just yet!

Starting up again slowly, so does the movie in my head.

"Do you want this Jon?" Grabbing my hair again with one hand and his cock with the other he drags the tip over my lips, leaving a trail of pre-come. "Do you deserve to suck my cock?" Ohhh how I want to flick my tongue out and taste him. But I haven't got permission for that yet. "Answer me Jon!" His voice sends shivers down my spine.
"Yes My Rex. I want this so badly! Please use my mouth as you see fit. You decide what I deserve!" I answer almost breathlessly. "Good answer Jon. You are absolutely right! I decide what you deserve. And now that is enough talking from you today. Open up!"

With that he taps my lips with the head and when I open he slides his cock into my waiting mouth.
Keeping a firm grip on my hair, he starts rocking his hips, thrusting his cock further and further into my mouth and down my throat. Slowly picking up speed until he is fucking my face with an urgency that reveals his need. "Fuck Jon" he grunts "I fucking love my cock down your throat!" I moan at his compliment and he seems to like that if the sudden choppy movement of his hips is anything to go by. I moan again loudly, sending vibrations through his cock straight to his balls.
That seems to be his undoing, because suddenly he is coming hard down my throat while growling like an animal. The first couple of waves are shot in my mouth, but then he pulls out and finishes on my face. "Good boy Jon! That's what you need isn't it?"

At this I come. Hard! "Fuck!" I shoot wave after wave, some of it even reaching my chin. God I needed that!

After that moment of bliss, reality rears its ugly head. Damnit now I'll need to change my sheets again.

And someone is apparently trying to knock down my door...
"Jon Mattis Erikson. You better be getting ready in there! We leave for the castle in an hour!" My father using his no-nonsense voice.

"Fuck! Shit! God damnit!!" I scream under my breath. How in the world could I forget that today was the day of my fathers introductory audience with the new King? The man who had been my object of lust for years and I had forgotten. This is especially tragic since my father is bringing me along as his entourage. I get to meet the new King!

I better get my ass in gear. I want that man as my Dominant. And I won't let anything get in my way!

Published August 25. 2018

This is the start of my first fictional story. Let's see where this thing will take us.

Until next time.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

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