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Robert dismounted off of his horse with a grunt of frustration and anger. His wife, Cersei, was being a royal pain and he was sick of it. This time she had done this one too many times. Despite all of his best efforts he could not get her to open her legs and do her job as a wife.

He hasn't had release in weeks and it's starting to get on his nerves.

That was the thought that led him to his next thought: 'fuck it'.Then promptly getting on his horse and riding to his favourite brothel on the outskirts of kings landing. So that is where he is now.

He walked right up to the door, full well knowing that some of his guards had trailed behind him and are now hiding in the shadows. Without a shred of shame he barged straight through the door and demanded to see all of the girls that aren't busy at the moment. His intention was to take as many girls as possible, as many times as possible, in order to soothe his rage.

The brothel was loud with screams and moans but not one person was on the same floor as he, except for the tall, slim lad walking towards him now.

"I am terribly sorry, your grace, but all of our girls and women are with customers right now. If you would care to wait, I am sure that some of them may be ready .. soon."

The young lad seemed nervous, and why wouldn't he? This teenage boy just had the job of telling the king that he couldn't get what he wanted. The boy was half expecting to get beheaded right then and there.

"All of them are busy? Too busy for THEIR KING!" Robert roared at the poor boy. To Robert's surprise the teenager just looked him dead in the eye and replied.

"Yes that is exactly what I just said, and I would appreciate it if you didn't shout in this establishment. If you must raise your voice, you may do so outside, where you are king. In here you are not king, you are just as good as any other man that comes here for our services."

Robert's jaw went slack as his mind processed what the other had just said. Amazingly, he wasn't angry. Actually, he was a bit turned on by the thought of someone who was willing to stand up to him. His anger and frustration immediately fled from his body, soon replaced by lust and the desire to assert dominance over the cheeky brat before him.

"So there is nobody here that could be of any assistance to me?" Robert asked carefully, eager to see how the boy would respond.

"I didn't say that there was no one that could help you, I simply stated that there were no more girls that could help you. However, from how you stormed in here asking for women I can only assume that you don't swing that way. Therefore there is nothing here for you. The door is that way," He bravely retorted before sticking an elegant finger in the direction of the door.

Robert's eyes slowly trailed up the boy's slender, but slightly muscled, arm to long, elegant fingers that the king could definitely find use for. His eyes quickly stray to the teenager's face and the king finally takes in just how beautiful the boy truly is, pitch black hair as wild as the roaring sea, delicious sun kissed skin that he imagines sinking his teeth into, lovely full pink lips that look so soft, Robert can't wait to taste. Finally the boy's biggest asset to his appearance, bright, wide, sea-green eyes sparkling with a slight innocence and amusement. Robert wants to rob this boy of all his innocence.

Robert's eyes travel down the teen's long neck to his collarbones, slightly hidden behind a plain brown t-shirt. He glances over the rest of the boy's body to find that the teen is strong but lithe, with a body that could easily be seen as a girl's if not for the muscle.

Flicking his eyes to the door for a second the teen decides to take his leave and turns around to walk to the other end of the dimly lit room. One look at the boy's ass and Robert is practically running to trap the boy between himself and the wall.

"Don't be so quick to make assumptions, boy," Robert purrs into his ear in a low, husky voice.

The boy turned around, not a hint of surprise in his gorgeous eyes, and wraps his arms around Robert's neck. Pressing his body against Robert he leans up and ghosts his lips on Robert's.

"I don't come cheap, you know."

"How much? I am king, you know. I tend to have lot's of money to spare.."

The boy leans closer and starts to nibble on Robert's ear slightly. Robert bites back a moan and tries to focus on what the teen is saying.

"Secrets," He breathes into Robert's ear, "I want to know all of your dark, dirty secrets.."

Robert thinks about declining and tries to get his mind back in a suitable mindset to think over the pros and cons of the situation. Then the teenager bucks into Robert's groin, moans loudly and kisses Robert. All thoughts were promptly obliterated from the king's mind and his brain runs on auto pilot.

He deepens the kiss and dominates the teenager's mouth, moaning at how hot and wet the kiss is. The teenager pulls away before the atmosphere around them can get any hotter.

"Come," He says as he quickly leads Robert upstairs to the bedroom assigned to him. His room is special from the other whores' rooms. For one, he has a small spa, and he just has more stuff in general. Robert's eyes quickly find whips, chains, toys, lube, dresses and other various costumes.

Licking his leaps he looks back at the teen, who was lying in the middle of his large bed, with his legs slightly parted, inviting Robert in.

This is going to be fun