{The Hammer, The Anvil, and the poor Sword between them.} a.k.a. Two dilfs and a clueless guy
||A/N: So I did not expect you guys to actually reach the goal in TWO DAYS?? Thank you, and now, a promise is a promise, a bet is a bet.||
[WARNINGS!!! MINORS DNI 🛑: oral m!receiving, creampie, multiple rounds, gangbang, gay sex for the win, dick contest, somnophilia, facials, till dawn we are here bitches
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There had been a banquet held, in honor of a son born from Prince Valarr and his wife, Kiera. Valarys, they had named him. And unlike his unfortunate siblings that did not live to see two moons, he had lived to see one year, and it was a cause for celebration.
Duncan had been stationed near Aegon, by Maekar, of course. The young prince had a tendency to run off and somehow cause more trouble than befitting his size.
The evening was going well and peaceful, well, for Duncan and the other Targaryen family members. Maekar and Baelor were engaged in a private and very…very inappropriate verbal battle.
Which escalated to Duncan being called away to Baelor’s chambers, and told nothing of why.
Duncan entered, clad in his Kingsguard armor, so pure.
In Baelor and Maekar’s hands? Oh, he would be more defiled than when Maegor challenged the Seven.
“Ah, yes, ser, would you assist me and my dear brother in a…predicament we have?” Baelor said so regally, which perfectly fit the heir to the Iron Throne. His face was kind, yet, held something.
Maekar, however was sitting in a plush chair, scowling, as always.
“W-What predicament, my prince?-“
Duncan swallowed, as Baelor was taking off his cloak and rings.
“You know what to call us in private, Duncan.” Maekar corrected sternly.
“Ah- yes- sorry my pri- Maekar, B-Baelor, what is it?” Duncan stuttered, he would have liked to blame the incense, or the heat, or anything really. Totally not because the two hottest men in the entire Realm was infront of him.
“You see, ser, my brother and I cannot reach an agreement, and need your opinion. He seems adamant that his manhood brings you more pleasure than mine, ser, is that true?”
Baelor and Maekar looked at Duncan, and he awfully felt like an aurochs being stared at by two hungry dragons.
“I- I wouldn’t-“ He blushed furiously as he stuttered.
“Not to worry ser, my brother and I have come to an agreement for a contest, with you, as our judge.”
Baelor came closer to Duncan, and unclipped his cloak so swiftly, Duncan couldn’t even load it into his thoughts yet.
“M-Me?-“
“For fuck’s sake, quit with your stuttering and get your damned armor off.” Maekar hissed.
“Patience brother, you’re scaring the poor man.” Baelor hushed. Duncan kept silent on the fact he became hard from Maekar’s tone, though, they’d see soon enough.
Duncan scrambled to get his armor off, and soon, he was just in his simple shirt and pants. Baelor suddenly kissed him, and he moaned into the prince’s mouth as Baelor’s tongue explored his.
He didn’t quite register hands on his clothing, until cool air hit his bare skin. He shivered slightly, then another hand palmed his crotch, making him whimper.
“You like this, don’t you, whore.” Maekar hissed from behind. Then, his underwear was pulled off, and his semi-hard cock sprang free. Ginger hair surrounding it. It was like two predators to prey, the way the brothers looked at Duncan.
Baelor turned away briefly, while Maekar had his turn tasting Duncan’s mouth. He returned with a fine silk sash, his own. It was crimson red, and well made.
“Close your eyes, ser.” Baelor murmured, as he wrapped it over Duncan’s eyes.
“Baelo-“ Maekar hushed Duncan, as soon, the sash was secured. “On your knees.” Maekar pushed Duncan down as he yelped.
It felt like eternity, as Duncan kneeled on the plush carpet, hands on the floor aswell. Maekar and Baelor were undressed, then, Baelor spoke once more.
“Now ser, the first test, is whose cock you choke on more, and fills your mouth the most. You can handle it, ñuha jorrāeliarzy.” The pet name made Duncan shiver with excitement, his own manhood already leaking.
“Tsk, such a slut, already leaking from mere touches?” Maekar mocked Duncan.
The test began with no warning, when a tip met his lips, nudging, judging from the musk, he knew it was Baelor’s. Living amongst the hedges and such gave Duncan many skills, including a good sense of smell.
He gave a long lick, earning a muffled groan, as he took the entire thing into his mouth. See, when it was Baelor’s it was a bit girthier than Maekar’s, veiny, aswell. Duncan set a slow pace, up and down, his sucking was as eager as a dog to a bone.
Suddenly, the cock was pulled out with a pop, and another went into his warm mouth. This time, judging by the stronger scent, and a slight curve to it, it was Maekar’s. He made it quite obvious when he set the pace instead of Duncan, making Duncan gag.
The thrusting stopped when some whispering was made, and then, Duncan was allowed to set the pace. Most likely Baelor had to calm his brother down, and remind him of their contest.
It was alternating, different patterns, so Duncan couldn’t identify whose cock was whose. A loud groan echoed in the chambers when the first load was bursted into his mouth, and Duncan swallowed obediently.
About four more loads of cum were shot into his mouth, some of it ending up on his face, making for quite a view to Baelor and Maekar.
“Up, sweet boy.” A voice coaxed him, Duncan was so cock drunk, he just obliged like a sheep being led by a shepherd.
He was guided on all fours on the bed, then his chin was held, tapping on his cheek until he regained some of his sanity back.
“Ser? Duncan, sweetling, it’s time for the second test. We’ll call the first one a tie, since you enjoyed both. You did not disappoint us, such a loyal man.”
If he were a bit more sane, Duncan would have probably had the energy to feel ashamed as to how his still-hard, red, leaking cock sprang against his stomach due to the praise.
“This one, you’ll have to guess whose inside you, make sure to answer correctly, we’ll touch that mighty sword of yours if you do, but if you get it wrong, you can’t finish. Understand?”
Duncan nodded eagerly, Baelor smiled, before joining Maekar behind Duncan. With no warning at all, Duncan was entered violently, making him shout out a moan as the bed creaked and his hands gripped the sheets.
“M-Maekar?-“ He gasped out.
“Wrong.” Baelor’s voice replied. Duncan swore under his breath as Baelor thrusted harder, and faster, finishing inside Duncan. And poor Duncan, still hadn’t cum ever since the contest had started.
Atleast the brothers decided to be merciful, because the next cock that entered him, was slow, and set a steady pace. If Duncan didn’t think it through, he might have guessed it was Baelor, but thought otherwise.
“…you’re- ngh Maekar-“ He almost cried when a hand finally wrapped around his leaking manhood, and pumped fast and skillfully. He came hard, coating whoever’s hand was pumping him. And most likely staining the sheets.
Again, like the first test, the thrusting and timing was randomized, no pattern. Duncan only could guess right about three times, after being finished inside of for about three to four times.
He collapsed onto the bed, tears soaking the silk around his eyes, overstimulated as his cock rubbed against the linen while either Baelor or Maekar thrusted into his poor arsehole.
“I- I don’t know-“ He choked out.
“Guess sweetling, that isn’t an answer.” A voice whispered, and Duncan cried out, back arching when the cock inside of him thrusted hard, hitting that spot and making him cum, and splatter piss aswell.
“‘M sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Duncan sobbed in overstimulation, sex-drunk and filled with pleasure.
“Shh, shh, you did so well my dear ser, just one final test, hm?” Baelor helped him up, Maekar aswell.
“Just pump our cocks, and guess who is in your hand.” He recognized the voice to be Maekar’s.
Duncan nodded, ever so honorable and obedient. Once his hand was guided to a manhood, he set about his pace, pumping fast but also knowing to curl over the head, his tongue licking in between.
“…Baelor?” Duncan guessed, and judging by a grunted compliment while sperm was splattered onto his face, he knew he was correct.
Then, another was guided into his hands. Hairier, and a bit thicker. He knew who this one was, but he wasn’t going to guess. He wanted to have his pleasure first.
“I don’t know this one.” Duncan whimpered oh so innocently, slowing his pace, until a hand gripped his hair harshly.
“Don’t slow, fucking whore.” Maekar gritted out, and Duncan felt victorious.
After a few more rounds, Duncan’s hands were aching, and so was the rest of his body. He was finally guided to lay back against the pillows. As both men kissed his eyes and forehead and cheeks, taking off the blindfold.
“I’m so proud, dear boy, so very proud.” Baelor praised him. He and Maekar cleaned Duncan up with damp rags and oils to ease any aches. Bruises and hickeys littered Duncan’s body, but he could care less. He’d rather have lovely scars from his lovers than have nothing at all.
He was going to murmur a question, but was silenced with a kiss.
“Shhh, rest, sweetling, you’ve earned it.” Maekar had hushed him, as he lay on his left side, holding him, while Baelor lay on his right, carressing his hair.
Duncan could not have been happier.
Duncan from hours before would have probably thought : Who was the winner? But he was not a sane Duncan, no, he was a satiated Duncan.
And with the warmth of his lovers, the humming of Baelor and the soft snoring of Maekar, Duncan slept.
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|| A/N: Longest fic I’ve probably written, I hope you monsters (lovingly) enjoyed it! 😛 criticism and tips are welcome, see yall on the next one!