After being in James’s stupid forest for so long, being back in the castle was a welcome change. It didn’t suck as much as Todd remembered, though that might be mostly because most of the guards he’d really hated were dead. It was nice to have the routine of his work back. He’d get up, do his chores, get fucked a few times, eat a few meals, get fucked more, go to sleep. It was normal.
He’d thought he might start getting fucked less often, too, not because there were less guards—there were only so many hours a day and he could only take so many cocks at once, a hundred guards couldn’t all fuck him every day—but because they had so many more holes to stick them in now that Sam had made it so that some of the guards were butt-boys too, and because of all the dragons who were there for them to put their cocks in. But he hadn’t noticed an actual decrease, because a lot of the guards seemed nervous to fuck the dragons, so Todd was still getting most of it.
The only impediment to them fucking Todd had always been the time it took to get their cocks out, and now that none of them could wear clothes, there was literally nothing between them and him anymore. Now the only thing between them and him was their cock cages, and that was hilarious.