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Today's tourney practice hadn't gone the way anyone had thought or planned. Harry had shown up near the beginning and somehow, between him saying it was an easy little kid's game and Ben defending the sport and the school's reputation, a bet had happened. Ben said that if Harry could beat three of their best then he'd do whatever the pirate wanted.
Everyone was laughing until he beat Chad, then Jay, and then finally even their captain, Lonnie. As the practice ended, Harry stared at Ben and smirked. The look on Harry's face had Ben a little worried about what he had agreed to, but there was no going back, his royal honor would never allow it.
Harry laughed as he burst into the locker room, “Ready for me to claim my prize,” Harry went into an exaggerated bow, “your very royal highness?”
“Can't we handle this later, just between us?” Ben had started getting out of his uniform.
“Where's the fun in that?” Harry scoffed.
“Harry-” Ben started.
“A bet is a bet,” Harry cut him off, “and I would like my winnings right now.”
“Ok, Harry,” Ben hung up his uniform in his locker, “what do you want?”
“Well, for starters, you can take those off.” Harry gestured at the king's jock, the only thing he was wearing now that he was out of his uniform.
“Come on, Harry.” Ben sighed
“You're the one who said you'd do anything I wanted.” Harry reminded him.
“Fine.” Ben pulled off the jock and put it in his locker, “Happy?”
“Very.” Harry grinned, “Now, come on over here your highness.”
Ben joined Harry in the middle of the locker room. All the guys were getting changed, but much slower as they watched what was going on. The pirate and the king were quite the contrast, Harry, still fully clothed, seemed to tower over Ben’s naked body.
“Excellent. Now...” Harry took a moment to look the king over, “help me get these clothes off.”
Ben glanced up at him briefly before reaching out and sliding Harry's vest off. The tattered, old, and now sleeveless tee came next as Ben pulled it up over Harry's head exposing the pirate’s slender but toned chest and stomach. Ben could smell the effort of the day's duels on Harry and while the musk was a bit strong, Ben liked it.
Harry stopped Ben as the king reached for his belt, “Boots first.”
Ben got down on his knees and started untying the laces on the pirate's shoes. The room full of guys had all basically stopped what they were doing to watch the results of the bet unfold. Harry loved the attention, even moreso with most of the guys being either half or, in a few cases, fully naked.
Once the boots were loosened, Ben pried them off the pirate's feet revealing a pair of old tattered socks. The king peeled the socks off Harry's feet and tucked them in the boots.
Ben was about to move on to Harry's pants before the pirate stopped him, “Kiss them.”
Ben paused, looking up at Harry to be sure he had heard that correctly. The pirate pointed down at his feet and wiggled his toes. Ben closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, inhaling the scents of the locker room and more of Harry's musk, before bending down and pressing his lips to the top of each of Harry's feet.
“Good boy.” Harry smiled.
Ben was almost upset by how much he enjoyed hearing those two words. He could feel the heat in his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he tried to hide his face. Of course Harry immediately reached down and lifted the king’s chin making sure Ben knew he'd seen it.
“Keep going.” Harry encouraged him.
Ben worked at undoing the pirate's belt before sliding it out of Harry's pants. Next, he unzipped and opened the worn out capris to find out Harry was going commando. A sweeter sort of musk hit Ben's nose and he breathed it in deep as he tugged the pants down and then off.
“There we go.” Harry purred.
“Ok, I did what you wanted. Now can we-”
Harry cut Ben off again, “We are far from done your highness.”
Ben gulped. So far he'd done really well avoiding letting his body show how much he was enjoying this, but that wouldn't last much longer. Harry grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into his crotch. The feeling of Harry's cock and balls pressed against his face and the sweet musk filling his nose were already breaking him.
Harry smirked as he looked around the room again. A lot of the guys had started rubbing their crotches and some were just openly stroking themselves. Having so many voyeurs was turning Harry on, his cock slowly thickening against the king's cheek.
“You know what to do.“ Harry humped at his face.
Ben parted his lips, sliding them along the pirate's length slowly. When he got to the tip, he took it and then most of the shaft into his mouth. The semi hard cock thickened even more as it became fully erect.
Harry slid his fingers through Ben's hair and started guiding him up and down his length. The pirate winked to his observers as they watched the king suck every inch of his cock. Harry was enjoying two of his favorite things at once, getting his dick sucked and being the center of attention.
Ben started swallowing on Harry's thick meat and eventually found himself with his nose brushing against the pirate's pubes. Harry was thrusting into his throat now, really taking advantage of him. Occasionally when Harry pulled back far enough, Ben could taste the pirate's precum. He was absolutely lost in the scents and flavors of Harry and had forgotten they were being watched by all the tourney guys.
Harry tugged Ben’s hair back and slid out of his mouth. The cool air was a rude awakening as the king remembered where he was. All eyes were on him and Harry, except for a couple guys that had decided to help out their teammates. But even those guys were making sure to sneak peeks at the pair in the center of the room.
Harry knelt down before maneuvering Ben so that he was on his hands and knees. The pirate spread the king's ass cheeks, grazing over his hole with a slick fingertip. He toyed with Ben briefly before pressing his leaky tip right into it. He groaned as he slid into Ben's ass and could tell he was already about to cum.
Harry soaked in the lustful gazes of the team as he pounded Ben's ass. He took a big breath of the locker room air that smelled more and more like sex. Then he looked down at the sight of his cock slipping in and out as the king's hole gripped it and it was just too much. He grabbed Ben's thighs, holding him still as he shoved in as deep as he possibly could.
Harry groaned and Ben whined as the pirate started filling the king's ass. Pulse after pulse of cum pumped into Ben's guts filling him with warmth. Harry pulled out of the used hole, admiring his work before turning to the team.
Harry slapped Ben's ass, “Who's next?”