Debauched Westeros

"Your Grace, the Iron Islands have rebelled." The king winced and turned to the messenger, a young boy he had plucked from the street to become a page at court. He remembered why he had raised this particular boy, a massive bulge in his little shorts showing the cock beneath. "Send for my Lords."

In the days since his visit to the Vale, he had discovered that Myranda Royce was quite a brilliant girl, with a mind for strategy, fucking, and strategic fucking. She had risen to a height in the court above all others besides Arianne and Cersei. Sansa, Margaery, and Miranda had grown to be good friends, and they often went on long walks in the Red Keep's gardens, "watering the plants". The King would sometimes join them. Catelyn kept busy at the Great Sept, now known as the Temple of Whores. She would hear confessions of women who had run from a man who had simply wanted to rape their little mouths, asses, or pussies. Unfortunately, sometimes the offenders would have to be found in the city and brought to repentance through what Catelyn called, "sensual rehabilitation". Ned Stark took a keen interest in these rituals and would often be found in the Temple's walls, fucking a weeping little girl, who was finally beginning to understand her place in the world. Arianne continued to work scheduling orgies before the throne and working with Catelyn to enforce the laws of the Rape and the Crown throughout the Crownlands.

"Your Grace," a soft, seductive voice that sent shivers up Joseph's spine spoke.

He turned to Melisandre, the Whore Princess, the Red Slut, and the King's Lips. She was naked, full breasts bouncing with every step. Her cunt glistened in the light from the window, and her face was soft and kind. "Your Sluts and Lords are assembling in the council chamber. Arianne sent in little Missandei to keep them occupied. Lord Renly has requested you fetch him personally."

Joseph smiled. What is that faggot up to now? "Thank you," he said with a brush of his hand on her soft cheek, before kissing her forehead. "You are a good girl, Mel. Don't ever forget that." He touched her tits, and she blushed red and moaned.

"I won't, my lord."

He walked into the Gay Den, Renly's home and place of work. A chorus of feminine, yet male moans greeted him. A little boy of no more than fifteen sauntered up to the King, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that barely reached his thighs and pitching a massive tent.

"Hello, Your Grace. Care for some boy ass today?" He slapped his pert backside with a small hand.

"Any other day, Elijah. I need to speak with Lord Renly."

"OOoooooh," the boy said with an excited smile. "You'll like what you see." He pointed to Renly's room. The King smiled and turned to go, before spinning and slapping Elijah's ass hard.

A moan escaped the boy's lips as he staggered. "Thank you, my lord," he said with a giggle.

Joseph opened the door quietly and saw Renly, back to the door, facing the window onto the city. A head of curls peaked over his shoulder. Joseph recognized the boy on his lap instantly.

"Now, little Rickon, you take this hand," Renly instructed softly. "Put it right there," he guided the boy's hand to his little prepubescent cock. "Now, move it up and down like this." Renly began to use Rickon's hand to stroke. Rickon moaned softly, barely a whisper. "Good, very good," said Renly. The King moved forward silently. Renly glanced to the side and saw him, smiling. Using his free hand, he mimicked a blowjob with his tongue pushing his cheek and pointed toward the boy. "Now start stroking a little faster, that's right. Close your eyes. Good boy." Joseph moved in front of the boy, watching him stroke his little cock. "Now let your mouth open, I want to hear all those boymoans." Rickon opened his little mouth and moaned over and over.

"It feels SO good," he whimpered.

Joseph moved forward until his cock was inches from the boy's lips. Renly nodded, and Joseph touched the head to little Rickon's mouth.

Renly covered the boy's eyes quickly. "Suck on him, Rickon. This is part of your training. You have to suck on any cock that you are given. Suck."

The boy meekly sucked and bobbed his little head up and down.

"Good boy. Make him cum."

The buildup had made the King very horny, so the blowjob only lasted a few seconds, before Joseph shot seven white ropes of seed into the little boy's mouth. Rickon grunted.

"Swallow it, swallow it all," coaxed Renly, and Rickon did, swallowing the entire load. "Good boy." Renly removed his hands. Rickon smiled at the sight of the King.

"You'll be trained in no time," Renly said with a dazzling smile. He turned Rickon around on his lap and shared a long kiss with the boy. Their tongues writhed together, and Joseph felt the little boy's ass. Rickon moaned into the kiss. The best is yet to come, thought the King.