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Kheir clung to the shadows .. wanting to surprise the muscle-head in his defeat. Flickering torches lighting up the dungeon scene. His view was first blocked. Blocked by a wall of naked arses. The soldiers had discarded their kilts. And from the arm movements he could see several of them were pumping themselves up. Working their cocks.
Somewhat amused at what they were getting up to, Kheir silently glided to one side. Lurking in the shadows still. Curious. Moving till he could see through a gap. A smile now lighting his face. At the sight of Maciste .. surrounding by the half-naked men.
On his knees, naked .. his arms tied above his head. Maciste’s front splattered with men’s seed. Splodges of cum on his cheek. Streaks of jizm matted in his hair.
Kheir could not stop himself. Wanting Maciste to know he’d been spotted like this. Kheir’s heart in his mouth. Thrilled at Maciste’s shame for Kheir catching him like this. On the point of leaping out of the shadows .. elated at this humiliation. Bursting for a shocked Maciste seeing his step-brother triumphant. Rubbing Maciste’s nose in his jizm-splattered shame. His cum-smeared disgrace. But a sudden movement in the circle held Kheir back .. pinned him lurking in the shadows. Watching. Open-eyed.
“Quick! Hold him, sarge.”.
One of the bare-arsed soldiers stumbled awkwardly forward .. his hand working away on himself.
Kheir withdrew quickly, unseen back into the gloom. His heart racing in anticipation. Peering around the soldier’s bare hairy arse, Kheir could see the soldier’s hand movements going wild.
“Can’t ya get his gob open?”
Kheir bit on his bottom lip. He couldn’t believe his luck. Behind Maciste on his knees stood the sergeant of the troop. He had Maciste by the hair .. keeping his face up. The sergeant tugged the head back. Yanking hard .. repeatedly tugging back on the head. To force Maciste to yell out. So the soldier could cum in his mouth.
“Fuck it! Too late!”
The soldier could not hold it back. He shot his first load. It sprayed onto Maciste’s face. Kheir saw his brother try to avert his face. But the sergeant’s grip from behind was murderously tight. Again and again, the soldier shot free. Pumping away until he was spent. Laughing .. shooting his scorn across the prisoner’s face. Maciste was forced to shut his eyes as the enemy’s hatred splattered his disgusted gaze. Squirted with his enemy’s jizm in his face.
Kheir couldn’t stop himself. And why bother? He wanted Maciste to know he’d been seen .. desperately. Kheir needed to display this triumph. At precisely this moment of degradation. The studly prince .. the macho warrior-prince .. anointed on his brow with his enemy’s cum.
Kheir could not hold back his triumph. Rushing out .. bursting out his glee. Maciste’s shaming calling him out from the darkness where he had been lurking. Clapping. Clenched fists by his shoulders punching at the air. Triumph.
Clapping .. applauding the men’s ingenuity. Drawing Maciste’s attention to himself. Catching the flash of the arsehole’s anger! The streaks of hot jizm splodged across his face. Kheir got a strong rush of power in his own breeches .. at this humiliation Kheir had watched. The shaming indignity. His prick of a step-brother anointed with enemy spunk.
The soldiers froze. All faces shot around at the voice surprising them.
Some hands shot to their groins when they recognised their king. Embarrassed. Some clearly fearful at being caught out. Fearing reprisals for this act.
Quickly Kheir put them at their ease. Showing his deep-felt thanks to his troops. For this triumph.
“I could not have come up with anything better myself!”