I can't get You out of my head! (On Hold)

1. Showtime!

Jon PoV

Damnit!! Damnit all to Hell!! How could I let my dick distract me on this of all days? I have been looking forward to this ever since the news of the old Kings deteriorating health was released to the public.

Yes I know that I'm a horrible person! But those news gave me hope! Hope that I would get to meet the crown prince when he held the introductory audiences for parliament members before the coronation. With my father being the current opposition leader in parliament, an audience for him was guaranteed. All I'd had to do was convince him to bring me along as moral support. That goal achieved, I just had to sit back and wait.

And now my day has come. Today I am going to be officially introduced to King Frederic Christopher Phillip IIX.

Almost being a giant, I have had a very hard time finding a man who is both able and willing to dominate me. Most male dominants wants a small and cute twink that they can easily bend to their will. I am, unfortunately, neither of those things. I am tall and stubborn and foulmouthed. I know that I need the hand of a strong willed dominante, and who could have a stronger will than our King?

I dont give a fuck that he is only 5,7" to my 6,5". I have seen him on tv giving speeches, and the authority in his voice combined with the raw power rolling of him in waves, even through the screen, have me yearning.

Running through my morning routine faster than you can say "Fuck me Master!" I am dressed and ready to leave when my father calls for me.

In the car on our way to the castle, my father keeps pressing the point of us needing to be on the Kings good side. "We simply cannot afford to have the King against us Jon!" He stresses. "If I am to have any hope of getting just some of my policies through parliament, I have to have the Kings support!"

I agree with my father. I too need the Kings power, but for entirely different reasons. The thought of Frederic holding all of that power over me is making my insides quiver. Fuck! I can NOT get hard now!! My father is in the car goddamnit! Flexing my thighs and concentrating on my fathers words helps my problem.

When we arrive at the castle, we are shown to a waiting room. Here we are offered a refreshment while we wait for our turn. I steel my nerves and try to corral my wayward thoughts. I have to make the perfect impression! There is no room for fuck-ups if I am to have a chance at catching the Kings eye.

Fortunately politics will not be discussed at this meeting. That is a very good thing for a couple of reasons. Number one: I would not be allowed to participate if they were. And more importantly, number two: I find politics fucking boring and openly yawning in the face of the man that you want to impress is considered very bad manners.

Finally we are called up. And I count my lucky stars when we are not taken to the throne room. A lot of my dirtier fantasies take place on or around the throne, and I cannot afford to be sporting a semi in my tight slacks now. Instead we are shown to a large office, the King sitting behind a huge desk overflowing with papers.

"Showtime!" I think to myself. Time to get my man!

Walking into the office behind my father, I take care to sway my hips just a little more than absolutely necessary. I want him to notice me but not think me a slut, so I keep my eyes submissively lowered. My father introduces himself and makes a little small-talk. He then turns to me saying "Your Majesty. This is my eldest son, Jon Mattis Erikson." I give a small bow while looking at the king. I cannot help the small smile playing on my lips at the thought of my father convinced, that he needs the help of his submissive son to get through this audience.

"My Rex." Embarrassed by the almost longing tone in my voice, I can literally feel the blush creeping up my cheeks as my rebellious mind replay this mornings dirty scenario in which I also used his title.

He looks inquisitively at me, almost like he is trying to read my mind. "So... Jon Mattis Erikson, eldest son of the opposition leader of my parliament. Are you also looking to go into politics like your father or are you perhaps seeking a position here at court ?"

"Much to the chagrin of my father, I am unfortunately not cut out for politics my Rex." I smile. "I am thinking of taking a position at court, but I am still trying to determine how best to serve you Your Majesty." At this, I fear that my smile turns a little bit crooked, as my treacherous mind shows me pictures of several positions in which I could serve the King.

Something must defiantly have show on my face, because my King smirks back at me. "Well I hope that you find your passion Jon. And I have a feeling that I will be seeing you here at court very soon."

With that our audience is over. On my way out I sway my hips seductively again, hopefully giving my King a nice parting view of my ass in my perfectly fitted slacks.

Published August 25. 2018

If any of you feel like you are getting flashbacks, it is because this chapter is based on the oneshot i made for TheSunProsperWell.

From here on out I am flying blind. Gods of Writing help me...

Because I am a stupid author, I have no outline for this book. I have nothing pre-written and can give no promises of an update schedule. But I still hope that you will join me on this journey.

Until next time.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.