Part III: An Unheeded Warning
Ranzen's victory and humiliation of Hurk in the old arena had effectively shattered the confidence of man's king. This sudden rival, this young and fresh stallion, had come charging into his life and left his ego in pieces. Seconds after Ranzen had lifted the crown from his head and placed it atop his own, the defeated man was given a choice: he could hang his head in shame and flee the kingdom... or he could choose to be enslaved for the new king's pleasure.
For nearly two months, Ranzen held his new slave, the former king's beefy body against his own, their hot sweat and firm muscle slapping together during their many nights together in the royal bedchamber. With Ranzen's every orgasm inside the middle-aged king's tight hole, they both relived that day that forever changed the course of man. They both remembered the day that Ranzen came marching into Greystone Castle, holding the massively-muscular body of the fallen king high above his head like the ultimate prize of a dangerous hunt. Hurk sucked his dominator's cock before his guards and licked from his hole, verifying this new man as king. And since that day, he'd been a faithful and obedient servant of King Ranzen, tending to his every desire.