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The door opened. The neon lights from the sign outside mingled with the duller ones from the inside for a brief moment. The cold air of the night wafted inside, mixing with the earthy aromas floating in the bar: cigar, leather, sweat… The music didn’t stop over it, nor did the drinks being poured. But a few eyes did wander towards the open door, lingering at the newcomers.

Up front was a tall man. Lean muscle, wavy blonde hair, a handsome face that carried a wicked glint behind the eyes that every other patron was familiar with. It would’ve been easy to assume he was there by mistake, having taken a wrong turn somewhere on the street, if it wasn’t for the tight leather shirt and pants that hugged to his body, or the collar fastened around his neck, marking him as another’s property. An angel, at first glance; but closer inspection made the air of authority exuding from him more and more evident. It was in the way he stood, in the way he puffed his chest and raised his chin to show off the collar.

But then, who, pray tell, could exude so much power so as to bring a man like this under their own chains? As beautiful as he was, as interested as they may have been on seeing that pretty face sneer at them as he gave them sweet pain, the man behind him was the one that caught their attention. Massive didn’t do him justice; he was a looming figure, packing so much muscle, even top bodybuilders would be put to shame. Legs thick as tree trunks, wearing pants so tight, they seemed spray-painted; a monstrous torso, with the abs of a Greek statue and pecs that seemed ready to bounce with each step he took; only an open leather vest covered any flesh, clearly a few sizes too small, and showing off the massive arms resting to each side. And this body was covered in a short coat of pristine white fur, creating a contrast that only made eyes stick to it more.

He was gorgeous beyond belief, and all the human eyes on him couldn’t help but admire him. From the most submissive to the most dominant, they were slowly taken over by a need to kneel in front of such a man. But the monsters in the bar, beyond that same sensation, were also baffled by the newcomer’s face: Soft factions, only slightly roughened by a hungry frown, framed by a golden beard and mane. And sitting atop his forehead, a pair of long, curved horns that brought to mind the crown that once rested on his head. Yes, the monsters recognized their former king, Asgore, and understood right away where this need to obey came from.

But Asgore only gave them a passing glance, and his focus was taken by the human close to him. Kal looked back with a smile, and the king’s enormous arm ended up around his back, a hand on his hip, pulling him closer. Kal didn’t even stand at chest level with his lover, but that didn’t stop him from stepping close as well, face pressed against the goat’s exposed abs, his hand reaching for them and rubbing affectionately, possessively. A single finger trailed the defined lines between them until Asgore shivered, and he saw the human’s eyes sizing him up with growing need. He wanted the goat, admired him, and the king could feel his body surging with energy from it.

“Good sir,” he said in a soft tone, yet his voice was so deep, it made all men rumble. Even the music was drowned for a second behind it. But the young man behind the bar to whom his words had been addressed looked at him, curious and subtly crossing his legs. Asgore nodded to the stage, where wooden tables, belts and several other varied artifacts surrounded a tall pole going all the way to the ceiling. “Is it available?” he only asked out of courtesy; his voice made it clear he was stepping on it, and the bartender nodded in agreement, unable to defy his authority.

The king was already walking over before receiving his unneeded answer. His hand stayed on the human’s hip, holding him softly, yet firmly guiding him towards the stage. Kal didn’t utter a single word of complain, instead nuzzling to his master’s body. Asgore felt him shiver at the sight of the tools that would soon strike his body, and excitement crawled up his back. Tinged with an ever-present hint of guilt.

“Are you sure about this, love?” one last moment of confirmation, during which his tone broke just once. For that one second, he returned to that fluffy king most monsters would know.

“I am, Fluffybuns,” his lover’s words made his fur stand on end and a deep crimson blush settle on his cheeks. Visible enough, if the human’s chuckle was any evidence. “Sorry. I should say Your Majesty. Gotta keep in-character while we’re here, right?” and a wink to show their complicit humor, despite the stir Asgore felt in his pants when hearing those two words. “I’m fine, baby. You just do your thing, give them all a show. When you’re done, they’ll all admire you the way you deserve. The way I do.”

The lips ended up pressed against his abs. The light tickle of his lover’s kiss on his skin made the goat smile, and he returned the gesture on his forehead. And just like that, Asgore’s confident grin returned. To think he would be so lucky to find himself a man like this, one that would care for him so, that would open him to new sensations like the fire coursing through his muscles right now. The same man he met so randomly; it seemed like so long ago…

The fight had finished in his loss. And yet, through no bloodshed whatsoever, a single child managed to achieve his goal. That fateful day, the king of monsters witnessed the barrier around the underground shattering, and his kind found itself soon mingling with humans once again. How the world had changed, yet humans remained the same fearful creatures. But even then, through the DETERMINATION of a strong few, it took little time for the two worlds to co-exist, soon becoming one.

It was a distant memory, one from years before. After rescinding the throne and retiring to a quieter life, he wanted to try and recover the simpler joys of life. Meaningful things, like love; and others not quite as heavy, like the thinner waistline from his younger days. More than one person in the world, human and monster, man and woman alike, showed interest in his plump appearance, but he wanted more for his own. He liked what he saw in the mirror, but his eyes glanced at the old gilded armor on his studio, the last memory of his reign, and he couldn’t help thinking about recovering the body after which such garments were made.

Humans had these facilities called ‘gyms’. He was familiar with them on a certain level after years of living among their society. But once he gathered the strength to enter one, all he felt was amazement. Human and monster alike, integrated to such level that keeping the terms apart felt almost silly; but most impressive of all, they were men. Tall and short, but every one of them larger than life, packing muscle, sweating and straining them as they raised the weights. Veins popped in their arms and swollen pecs pushed forward through their shirts, and the former king couldn’t stop staring at them. What little interest he ever held towards the same sex suddenly peaked.

Awkwardly, he walked across multiple strange contraptions he couldn’t quite understand. Humans barely gave him a passing glance, but monsters often stopped to see their ruler scurrying out of their sight, as if desperate to blend into the background. Asgore ignored them, rushing towards the only thing he recognized: the bench and heavy barbell he had seen before, in so many movies and shows. Hopefully, he could keep his presence vague while using it.

A sigh left him. A king wasn’t supposed to be so wimpy, yet here he was. He was ashamed how much difference the missing crown made. But when he lied on the bench, it suddenly stopped mattering. There was something strangely soothing about the rough leather rubbing against the back of his neck. Even the prominent gut did little to bother him. His hands ended on the barbell, and he took a deep breath after another. His grip tightened…

“Hey!” a flash of gold appeared in front of him, and the goat stopped in his track. A human stood above him, from behind the bench, staring him in the eye. And Asgore couldn’t react simply because he was taken aback by the man’s features. The casual smile, the gentle eyes, the broad shoulders going down to a slim, muscular build-

“H-Hey,” control those thoughts, he told himself. This was no place to explore them, and he didn’t want to make this stranger uncomfortable. Even at the cost of being so himself.

“First time working out?” the human’s words hit the mark, and it became evident enough on the king’s face for him to go on. “Yeah, it kind of shows, sorry. I mean, you just went into bench pressing without so much as a warm-up jog, and you didn’t ask anyone to spot for you. Plus, your grip is to close,” and he reached the goat’s soft muttons. The human’s hands were unbelievably soft, even against Asgore’s fur, yet his hold was firm. He let the hands guide him through the barbell, until his arms were spread open. “There we go. Although…” his eyes became hazy, fingers trailing down white forearms, squeezing through the fat and easily reaching the powerful mass hiding underneath. “You don’t really need anyone to spot for you, huh?”

“Uh…” their eyes met again. But this time, Asgore’s were joined by a pinkish tone under his fur.

“Oh shit, sorry!” the human’s hands flew away, hanging midair as if looking for anywhere else to go. He looked away, his own cheeks with a rosy tint. “That was, uh… Well, you do have big arms already, so you’re using very little weight right now. So…” that same embarrassed tint had already vanished from his face, and a smirk formed in his lips. It was still casual, but the corners curved further, and his eyes glinted in front of the monster. “Name’s Kal. And I think you need help with your training. What do you say?” he asked with an offered hand.

“Well…” the goat found himself speechless. It all happened out of nowhere, and part of his brain screamed at him to run and find a new gym, if he ever dared leave his house again. The same part that kept him from breaking the barrier himself. The part that wasn’t determined. But something else in his mind kept bugging at him over those human fingers. It had been a while since anyone’s touch had made him feel so heated. His hand moved on its own, attracted by this man’s electricity. “Asgore… And yes, I could use the help. Thanks.”

Long ago, indeed. That’s what he thought of the memory now, as he held his lover’s arms up. His hands tied a long belt around the human’s wrists, keeping them fastened to the pole on the stage, all without tearing his eyes away from his lover. Yet another skill developed after staying with him for so long.

“When did this happen?” he whispered with a smile as his thoughts wandered. “When did I get into bondage?”

“Hmm?” Kal looked up, as if the king’s words moved his attention away from his face. “Well, we started dating a while after you entered the gym, and I guess I slowly corrupted you on the way?” he chuckled. “You seem to like it, though.”

“Oh, I love it! As long as you do,” Asgore’s soft hands rested on his human’s face, thumb rubbing his cheeks. Before long, he gently pulled him up and their lips met in a deep, tender kiss. His tongue pushed in only for a second, teasing him, before the goat pulled back. He felt the stares on his back, some of them excited, but more than a few jealous ones.

“They can’t get their eyes off you,” his partner’s words made him blush. Fingers fidgeted, stopping on their track before finishing securing the belt. The human’s eyes looked downwards, with a certain softness behind them. “Makes me feel special that I’m the one keeping you after tonight.”

“If you keep saying things like that, you’ll make me squeal in public,” a long snout reached for the human’s slender neck, nuzzling and playfully nibbling on it. Shivers coursed through both of their backs from their shared touch, and Asgore looked back up at his lover. “And if you do, I’ll have to punish you for real.”

“There’s not enough of that so far, actually,” and after such a cheeky moment, Kal’s hands pulled out of the loose belt, shooting towards the goat instead. Fingers grasped the edge of his vest and the king was pulled forward, until his lips and the human’s met for a second time. But Kal wasn’t tender; he was an aggressive lover, pushing into his mouth to make their kiss grow hot, passionate. Asgore’s eyes widened when he was pushed back by the smaller body, and their making out became clear to the entire audience. Once again, the goat felt those same eyes staring at him with intense desire. They yearned for his body, admired it; they wished to be in Kal’s position, somehow, he just knew it.

The same hands that trailed his vest pulled further from one another. The leather pealed away from his furred skin, slowly falling down his muscular arms. His torso was completely exposed now, and he didn’t need to look towards the public to know their stares had suddenly grown more interested. Some of them leaned forward, hanging from the edge of their seats at the sight of his massive set of pecs, rising with every bit of air he took between his lover’s lips. And by the time the vest fell on the ground, Kal’s hands brought their attention to the exquisitely marked abs, index tracing the defined lines, one by one.

“Is that… really King Asgore?”

“Damn, if he was hot before…”

“How the hell did he do it?”

“It’s admirable…”

Asgore could hear their whispers clearly. All of them came from monsters, admiring the beast he had become. Black leather pants and a gigantic torso packed to the brim with muscles, with no fabric to cover them up- It was an image of sheer masculinity, and he knew it. And Kal knew it, as he proved when their kiss broke apart and his lips headed down the thick, powerful neck, copying the king’s earlier nibbles. Restless hands roamed the vastness of the goat’s body, cupping the plump pectorals, fingers sinking through the soft fur until he felt their gentle brush on his skin. He rubbed the firm, broad shoulders, squeezing and almost moaning when his hands found the resistance of his muscles, hard as steel. He went down the gigantic arms, each bicep bigger than his head, yet coated in a snow-white mane just as luscious and delectable as the rest; his fingers kept diving in, unable to tear apart from the sensation of his lover’s fluff. He started kissing his collarbone, and a grunt left Asgore as he felt those lips on his skin, followed by the warm moisture of his breath. When he looked down, his eyes met with Kal’s, and the two shared the same look as they did during their longest nights.

“Why don’t we give them a real show before we get into the bondage?” he said, and it all clicked in Asgore’s head just as that familiar tingle crossed his body again.

“You want me to- Were you planning that from the beginning?” there was no anger in his tone. Just a careful whisper as his ears trembled in realization. Kal only looked away again, unable to keep his own smirk down. In the end, the goat’s reaction was only a chuckle, and he cupped the human’s chin, gently pulling his face back up to plant another kiss on him. “You can be so bad sometimes, love.”

All of Asgore’s doubt vanished in a single second. The hands that had been hanging to his sides slowly held his lover’s back. Kal took it as his cue, and his worshipping resumed, tongue and lips already busy loving the king’s muscles. The soft lips were suddenly traded away for a rough, coarse appendage leaving wet trails on his chest, deep under the fur. The former king had to bite his lower lip to keep the moaning from coming out too loudly, showing the small, sharp fangs that had tasted his lover’s skin more than once. His eyes focused on the human, and he saw him going towards his pits more than once, always kissing and biting, gently pushing the soft flesh each time. And each time he approached them, he took a long, deep whiff, drowning in the powerful essence of the king of monsters. The earthy, masculine scent of his sweat, mixed with his elegant cologne, made the human tremble with arousal.

Another deep moan rumbled from Asgore’s chest. The sight of his lover’s weakening knees was simply exquisite. To think it was his body that caused such a reaction, he couldn’t help his rod starting to stir in his pants. It pressed tightly against the leather, no doubt visible through it. Enough to get a reaction out of the several horny men that had gone silent at their performance. He glanced at them, just out of curiosity, and was thrilled to see more than one already squeezing their own erections through their pants, with thumbs rubbing their tips. Underwear sticky from the leaking, he was sure.

His ears perked up, and he realized a smooth, slow jazz was going on in the background. The kind of music you wouldn’t be surprised to hear in one of those old porn flicks humans filled the internet with, he thought to himself. Fitting. These men, human and monster alike, were here for that kind of show. And yet, he was about to give them more.

His arms tensed up, veins popping across his muscles as he flexed. His moans grew deeper, and his hand rose upwards, reaching his lover’s head. He guided him, moving him along the width of his chest until he landed on the cleft, where his face was squarely left to rest. Deep between the massive set of pecs, where he could get a proper breath of his overwhelming aroma. Where every witness present wanted to be. Veins started to become visible on his chest as well as he pushed it out, flexing hard around the human’s body. And their audience was on the edge of their seats again when said pecs started swelling around Kal’s head right in front of their eyes.

Asgore’s humble moans turned into short, loud screams. Of course, they were used to hear screaming in this bar, but there was usually someone tied up. It was a completely different thing to watch a man, already a mountain of muscle, grow larger, taller and thicker as if by magic. They just couldn’t stop admiring it, with some kind of primal fascination that made their loins stir. And the more they stared, the more Asgore could feel the power coursing through his body, heating him up as his muscles swelled.

ADMIRATION. Just seeing the word in his head, as if it appeared in front of his eyes in bright red letters, was enough to make Asgore’s member twitch again. If DETERMINATION was the power you gave yourself, then ADMIRATION was the power you were given by others. A new form of pure energy born from this new society, where human and monster were one. Born the moment the former king laid eyes on his human lover for the first time. It was Kal’s ADMIRATION that helped him grow back into the body of his youth, and beyond; and it was for the sake of that human lover that he pushed himself further, harder.

Kal’s head pulled out of his chest, and it took the human a moment to regain his breath. His expression was one of unspeakable bliss, as his chest rose with every intake of air. But it took him no time to return to the goat’s expanding chest, teeth clamping around the thick, round pec. He found his nipple with ease and sucked on it, moaning, nibbling the soft nub until Asgore’s body trembled with excitement. And the king pushed his face further, into his flesh, silently demanding him to worship his body even more. The restless hands crossed every inch of his meat they could find, the soft fur mingling with his fingers, with his open palm. It went up the delectable pecs, only to rub the washboard abs, enjoying the bumps made by the goat’s definition. Always teasing the edge of his pants, the tip of his finger pushing in, only for the enormous white hand to grasp his wrist with firm tenderness and pull him back up. The king would only allow the human to go there after he ordered him to do so.

Something new. A different sensation from the usual rubbing; this hand was rougher, as if covered in scales. Asgore looked to the side and found himself face to face with a draconic creature, bigger than the human in his arms, yet much smaller than the king himself. His muscular chest was bare and covered in bright orange scales, save for the tight leather harness hugging to his muscles. A monster, clearly enough, and the first man to gather the guts to walk onto the stage and join in on the show. Asgore was shocked; somewhere between surprise over being touched by another man, and anger due to his time with his lover being interrupted. His scowl should’ve made it clear, yet the dragon’s hand continued to move, eagerly rubbing his side. The scales were warm under his fur, and the touch was a welcome change from his beloved’s soft skin. And the way those amber eyes didn’t tear away from him, no matter what, made his body tingle, and his biceps continued to swell.

“Greet your king,” he whispered with a low growl. His enormous hand was presented to the newcomer, close to his face. Despite the angry scowl, a soft smile was drawn on the goat’s lips. Every man present would later agree that was the face of a true king. And perhaps following a basic monster instinct, or simply being able to read the room, the dragon leaned forward, until his snout landed on the back of his hand. A quick kiss, carrying respectful affection with it. And then Asgore’s hand caressed the back of his new subject’s head, gently pulling him closer, until he was pressed against his body, nostrils filled with his overpowering musk. His hand continued its journey, all the way to his new king’s abs, sinking under the soft fur, feeling the solid muscles beneath grow from his sheer ADMIRATION.

The rest of the bar seemed to take it as a cue. The soft jazz was suddenly joined by the sound of several chairs scratching against the wooden floor, and several of the leather-clad men stood up, taking small steps towards the stage. What little smugness was still left in some of their faces slowly melted away as they approached the imposing figure, admiring his muscles throbbing and bulging with every step they took. Most of them stayed a safe distance, watching in silence, zippers already going down. The few that dared get on stage bowed, human and monster alike, or even kneeled before reaching for their new master’s body. Fingers and lips met Asgore’s skin, and at least one was bold enough to press his own bare chest against the king’s growing arm, feeling it expand between his own pectorals.

The one thing Asgore seemed to deny them were his own lips. Any hand that dared cross the unspoken boundary of his neck quickly swatted away, followed by a mumbling in apology. Those meaty lips were reserved for his one and only, and he made it clear by cupping Kal’s chin again and making him look up, planting them on his mouth for another kiss. It was passionate, heated and rough; his tongue pushed without asking, and the two wet appendages twirled and rumbled, snaking around one another. The goat took every chance to assault the human, biting his lips and sucking his tongue further in; anything to make him shake in his hold. And even then, the constant attentions from his new subjects didn’t stop. The countless mouths and fingers touching the soft flesh, looking for the hard muscle underneath; the wet sensation of their kisses; the whimpers and moans they gave from the masculine taste and smell their king so graciously provided… Feeling their gratitude and their ADMIRATION made Asgore’s body continue to swell, to bulge forward and sideways. It was such a blissful feeling, the electric surge coursing through every cell in his frame. And the more he grew, the more there was for his new pets to enjoy of him.

“You like what you see, dears?” his voice rumbled after he broke the kiss, leaving Kal a gasping mess. Whether the depth to his words came from his new size, or simply from how his arousal seemed to grow along with the rest of his body, no one could tell. The men at his feet simply joined in a growl of approval, not a single one of them stopping their affections for the king. Asgore looked away only once, when his horns scraped against the ceiling, and a chuckle escaped his throat. “This may have gotten just a bit out of hand, love,” he said, looking down at his beloved human.

“I… don’t see you complaining…” Kal could barely form words between his busy breathing and his face sinking on the goat’s gigantic pecs. He took another whiff, filling his lungs with the mix of masculine leather and flowery aroma his lover gave him, and even in his aroused confidence, the king couldn’t help but blush. A couple bounces and he heard the excited whimpers muffled by his own cleavage; it brought a smile to his lips knowing he brought his lover such happiness. And yet, the monstrous part of him wanted to try something different.

“Darlings,” his tone, once again, was full of authority; some might argue, even more than when he was an actual king. The enormous hand that had been holding his lover left the human’s back, reaching for one of his subjects’ head instead; the dragon who dared touch him before anyone else. When he, and a few nearby others looked up to their king, their eyes yearning to please him more, he gave a warm smile and an order. “Be so kind as to tie my lover to the pole.”

“Yes, sir!” the dragon yelled excitedly, tail wagging in anticipation. He was thrilled with the chance to follow his master’s orders, and the men around him followed suit when he stood up.

Asgore let Kal down on the floor softly, yet the human jealously held to his arm. It was endearing, but the king had better ideas for the young man. His fingers finally abandoned him when his fellow slaves grabbed him, pulling him away from the goat. He didn’t struggle, not even as they held him against the pole, arms raised and tightly trapped by the leather belt the king had intended to use before. His eyes never left the king, his frown deep; but there was a bright fire behind them, that Asgore could tell went all the way down to his loins.

Once completely immobilized, the subjects abandoned Kal to return to their preferred task of worshipping their master. It gave Asgore enough room to admire his lover. The human’s slender yet defined body, his own muscles hugging tightly to the leather, clinging to his skin, leaving little to imagination. For all the love his own was getting, for all the burning sensation, the impossible bliss coursing through him with every inch he gained, Asgore knew no pleasure greater than the idea of peeling those layers of leather off his lover, to meet his peachy skin with finger and tongue alike. If only his own ADMIRATION could have the same effects on a human, yet he found it hard to believe he could become even more perfect.

One of his subjects, this one a tall, muscular human in leather chaps; big and burly, coated in black hair- But to the monster king, just a random man he grabbed, pulling him away from his pit and letting his tongue on his stomach. He went up the human’s torso, soaking on the powerful mixture of sweat and heat from his body. That musky aroma, that salty tinge shivering through his body, for a single second, became the only thing the goat knew. It excited him and calmed him down, all at once. And when he reached the thick neck, a single nibble was all it took for him to be content; his eyes never left Kal’s body, and they stared at one another, sharing pleased smiles.

Asgore lunged for the pole, his hand right above the human’s hands. The golden locks fell to the sides of his face like a cascade, and he looked down, staring at Kal’s face. They were practically gasping in unison, as if the several men exploring the goat’s body didn’t exist. Kal leaned forward, trying to reach the king’s lips. Asgore could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire to bite his muscles, to taste his skin and lose himself in the cloud of musk his sweaty body was producing. He recognized that exact same feeling in his own heart. And yet, it was so much more entertaining to see his lover struggle against his bindings, stepping forward and stretching himself, a mere inch away from his reward. He leaned, lips coming closer, open, tongue teasing the human, only to pull back at the very last second. And that single moment of disappointment in Kal’s eyes, mixed with the intense arousal surrounding them, made his erection twitch in his pants.

Somehow, they all sensed his growing member. Their hands became more restless, aiming for his legs, for his zipper, and a few daring ones even stroked his manhood through the leather. When he finally looked down and witnessed the painfully obvious outline of his enlarged cock straining against his pants, it became evident how they knew. It throbbed furiously, so much that you could almost see the pulsing veins through the fabric- Or perhaps that was just the king’s hazy mind playing tricks on him. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Either way, he decided to give his new subjects a treat. Looking at his new size, flexing for his lover and kissing each of his swelling biceps, he realized they deserved it. And if it made that hungry look in Kal’s eyes glow brighter, all the better. His enormous hands reached, and every other one in the way scurried away; even in their constant need for his body, they instinctively receded when their king approached. It wasn’t just in his own nature to rule, but in theirs to be ruled, and the knowledge got Asgore’s cock even harder. He unzipped and unbuttoned just in time, right before his newly enlarged manhood burst through the seams.

What pushed out could’ve just as well been a new monster on its own. Twelve thick inches- an entire foot of big, fat, royal cock, jutting proudly out of Asgore’s crotch, pointing at the human bound in front of him. The king looked down and a sense of pride hit him, admiring himself, finding that slight curve to the left exciting; that minimal flaw that somehow made it feel more real, more his. He reached down and gave himself a few good squeezes, struggling to keep the moans in his throat. It was as if his own touch released everything at once: The incredible weight almost pulling him down, making him lick his lips in anticipation; and the intense musk, so far filtered through the leather, now released in its unbridled glory, filling his nostrils with that rough essence emanating from the massive orbs.

But most of all, he noticed the lack of action, the silence. He opened his eyes, not even able to remember when they had closed in the first place and saw every single one of his subjects awestruck at his dick. The meat’s very presence had caused them to stop in their tracks. They waited for their king’s orders, intimidated by the sheer size, the masculinity he presented. Asgore felt his body grow larger, even his neck turning thicker, from their ADMIRATION, and joked in his head that he should keep them from going further, before they caused his member to lengthen. A throb he felt up to the tip made him take his own joke more seriously, and a moment of panic got him to move and talk faster.

“You may touch,” his voice rumbled through the bar, and almost right away an army of hands and mouths assaulted his erect member. The king had to hold his moans back again when countless tongues and lips started sucking and licking every inch of the pulsing pink meat, when the same needy hands that worshipped his muscles started massaging his balls. In no time, his member was coated in a glistening layer of sweat, and with every passing second, with every lap from their tongues, it only became slicker. It took him every ounce of energy to even formulate a thought, let alone say them out loud. “And remove… my concubine’s pants.”

“Concubine?” Kal wondered out loud, breaking character for the first time as two other men, one human and one monster, unzipped and pulled his pants down. Asgore could only give him a sheepish smile and a shrug, causing his lover to almost burst out in laughter. He couldn’t help but blush watching the human’s face like that, trying to hold his own smile from breaking the dominant persona he had going on.

But those worries vanished when his eyes landed on his prize. Nestled between strong, beautiful thighs, sprouting from a bush of ashen pubes, was the human’s length. While no longer comparable to his own enormous monster, Asgore knew his lover was endowed for a human. Even as he stepped forward and held it, dwarfing it with two fingers alone, he fondly remembered the hours of pleasure it brought him when the two men spent the night together at home. Suddenly, he craved it.

But his new size and position guided his hand instead, crossing the valley of Kal’s taint until he reached the other side. He took a single step forward, his member poking his lover’s belly while his chest was mere inches away from his face. And yet, the human was completely taken by the light on his eyes, and the monstrously thick fingers teasing his hole, pushing in just enough to get a moan out of him.

“You sound lovely,” the king said, his voice just as deep as ever. His free hand caressed the human’s cheek, cupping his face. He looked so small next to his enormous hand, yet it made him seem fiercer. He leaned down for a quick kiss, yet their lips lingered together, as if tasting one another. Kal had always been spicy, of all things. “I want you to take it, but it’s the biggest it’s been so far and-

“Damn right I’ll take it, Your Highness,” that last word came with the cheekiest tone, and it brought a smile to the king’s face. “Can’t let myself get one-upped by your other toys, can I?”

His words brought a certain realization to the king. Where were his other toys? The hands and tongues, so energetic before, so countless, had faded away until his body was left unattended. When he looked down, he noticed his zipper open, his massive, stiff cock hanging, and the floor around his feet empty, save for a few drops of pre that fell from him. His eyes followed the stage until they reached the bar, and there he saw them.

His subjects, ever the loyal vassals, had stepped away from their king and were now on their knees, intently watching. They knew that what would come next wasn’t for them, only for their senior. And Asgore saw in their eyes the shine of many emotions: Envy for the human, desire for his flesh, respect for his authority. And yes, ADMIRATION. The only thing keeping them from continuing to ravage his body was the king’s own desire to have his lover all for himself.

“Look at him,” he said to his subjects, gently pulling Kal’s face towards them. For the first time, he ignored his human, focusing instead on the leather-clad men that admired them from the floor. Another step, and his massive length slid between the younger man’s legs. Asgore shivered from how his smooth cheeks gently squeezed him, and his tip soon found the tight pucker. In a perfect scenario, he would’ve rather eat him out, spend a while stretching and lubing him, mostly to ease the entry, but also to hear his delighted whimpers. But right now, he was improvising, and every thought going on in his head made his cock twitch too much to let go. “If you behave, you could have as much luck as he does.”

And he pushed in. Kal’s moans turned into a gasp and a scream almost right away, his deep voice going up less than an octave, yet still getting the goat king’s member to tremble in excitement. Asgore’s subjects cheered on their king as he pierced the human, half their words in ADMIRATION, the others in gratitude for the promise of a chance with him. But even their booming yells couldn’t drown the human’s voice. To the king’s ears, it was the most sublime music. The only reason he held from leaning down to kiss him was to keep listening to his excited sounds as he pushed further, until the first few inches managed through.

“How is it so far?” he whispered, in private, between them. The subjects stopped existing for that second; he could only focus on his lover’s face and well-being. But Kal didn’t talk back. His face was distorted by something between agony and pure bliss, head thrown back from the intense sensations now coursing from his buttocks and through every inch of his skin. Asgore had to bite his lower lip to keep from growling in arousal. “If it’s too much, I-

“Don’!” the human suddenly hissed, taking the monster by surprise. His voice was low and tired, but the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. He held the goat’s enormous mitts, his lithe fingers losing themselves in the soft fur, and pulled them down to his thighs. It didn’t take Asgore much to understand his lover’s request, and he pulled the strong legs up high above the air, holding him in place for his dick to push in a few extra inches.

What had been silent, quiet ADMIRATION turned into a boisterous crowd in a matter of seconds. They all screamed for their king to go deeper, faster, rougher; to punish that human with his royal rod. The attention made the goat’s body tingle with the same energy as before, and as more of his cock pushed in, he started losing control. The way Kal’s insides clenched and squeezed around him, trying to milk his member dry, sucking him in further down… He had to grit his teeth to keep from shooting his load right there; no, he wanted to reach the end first, to quench his lover’s hunger.

He reached something. That familiar spot that made the human moan; a long, drawn-out sound, like a heavenly song, that made the king shiver. And there was still a good third of his cock to take go. The constant cheering from the crowd was completely tuned out nothing more than a distant echo; Asgore’s entire focus was on the beautiful face in front of him. The exhaustion and the beads of sweat going down his forehead, rather than take from him, only made his efforts to please him all that more palpable. It was simply too much, and for a single second, he lost himself to the animal lust.

A single second was all it took. The last four inches of cock rammed their way inside the human in a single motion, and his moan suddenly filled the room, bouncing off the walls and drowning out even the excited cheers from the king’s subjects. Asgore’s balls trembled, aching to release their contents, but he held them back when his lover’s face fell on his shoulder, hiding on his flesh and fur.

“You did well, love,” he said softly, once again, just for the two of them. “You took it all in, like a champ. I’m so happy. How are you feeling?”

“I think…” Kal’s voice broke occasionally, and his breathing was coarse. But Asgore could hear the smile in his words. “I think I won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

“I’ll carry you wherever you want to go,” the king laughed, leaving a soft kiss on the human’s neck. Right there, in front of the leather-clad men. Privacy be damned. This man was his and he wanted to make it clear. “I just need you to hold on one last time.”

Kal had no way of understanding what he meant, and the king knew that. He had no way of knowing the tingling sensation that still coursed through Asgore’s body, yearning to be used. They all claimed him admirable, yet they hadn’t seen anything. He let go, and the energy spread further, his body setting on fire under his skin. His breathing went rough, and with every intake of air, every time his chest filled up and rose, it seemed to swell and stay that size. Biceps once again bloated, thighs expanded, and his torso lengthened until his horns pushed against the ceiling. His entire body was washed away by that exquisite sensation that was growth, and he let out deep, low growls as his muscular frame became even more massive.

And most exciting of all, his manhood followed suit, throbbing with energy and already thickening inside the human’s hole. Asgore saw the shock in his eyes and held back a bit of a laugh, mixed with worry. Part of him thought perhaps it was too much, but it wasn’t enough to keep him tied down. His hips seemed to develop a consciousness of their own and his length pulled out only enough to ram back into the stretched human. It only took a few seconds for the monster king to get a decent speed going on and his thrusts refused to stop. He was pushing his erect member as deep as it would go, tip punishing the human’s prostate and pushing beyond; each hump coated by the fountain of pre coming out of him, only for it to be pushed out by the force alone. Kal’s voice rung out in absolute bliss as his body was suddenly ravaged, and he held to the king’s neck, his own dick jumping up and smacking the marked abs that popped out one by one, turning harder until it felt like slapping his cock against slabs of concrete.

The humans, the monsters, the bar, even the pole to which Kal was tied- Everything had disappeared as far as Asgore was concerned. The only thing real in the world was the man in front of him, screaming in delight at his constant humping, squeezing his insides each time the king’s fluffy crotch slammed against his plump buttocks. His body was reacting to all his attentions, still growing that last bit, still trembling in excitement, and Kal’s face did little to keep him quiet. The human’s cock jumped and hit his body until his own load came bursting out, ropes of hot cum shooting at incredible speed and volume, reaching as far and high as the goat’s stacked pectorals. The white of his lover’s seed lost itself in his fur, and the more he humped, the more he seemed to be able to get out of him.

But even Kal’s orgasm did little to calm down Asgore. If anything, he slammed his prostate harder than ever, pulling his cock out all the way to the tip and slamming the entire foot of flesh in one go. Or was it more now? He couldn’t tell; he was too horny to care. He just wanted to mark the man as his, to let his subjects know who he was, to fill him and make sure he would keep that face forever.

One last hump and he stopped. His knees started trembling and his hips suddenly lost power. Every ounce of ADMIRATION still left in his body went to his balls and cock, as if massaging them. And the stream of monster cum jetted out of him with a roar escaping his throat. The bar went silent again as the men witnessed, with sheer awe, their king’s gargantuan load filling up his human lover. Kal’s own voice came out in loud moans and screams, but it was nothing next to the king’s booming roaring. It was the real proof that he was the king of monsters.

Naturally, Kal’s body couldn’t contain him for long. He was only human, after all. Most of the massive load burst out through the cracks between dick and ass, coating Asgore’s balls and pants before pooling on the floor. It coated the stage and dripped down to the floor, where more than a few daring subjects scooted to drink. Thirsty for their king’s seed to that extreme; Asgore would be lying if he said the sight didn’t excite him a bit. And that excitement only made his cock twitch and shoot even more, causing more of the overflow to come out. It was a vicious cycle, much like his own growth, and he loved every second of it.

Staring at the human was somehow far better than his orgasm. His body shook from the pleasure, yes; but seeing the faces Kal made from the hot, thick cum filling him up, to realize he had gone too loose to even keep clenching and milking the goat properly, made Asgore truly happy. Here was his lover, practically drowning in bliss, clinging to his body, and it was all thanks to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so cherished in another’s arms. That’s why, when his shots started dying out, he resumed his humping. He didn’t want it to end for him, he wanted to extend Kal’s pleasure as much as possible. Beyond that, even! He wanted the human to know heaven while holding his body like this.

But even the king of monsters grew tired. The screaming stopped, as did the humping. It all went silent around them; even the other men’s breathing had gone still. The only thing remotely resembling a sound was the goat’s panting, as he held the human close to his body. He stepped back and the gargantuan length pulled out, followed by a fountain of cum pouring out of his spent hole. It was amazing how much he managed to hold in.

When Asgore put him back on the ground, Kal’s eyes were glazed over. His knees buckled under his weight almost right away and he slowly slid to the ground, only stopped by the king’s hands. For that second, the two stared at one another, as if they couldn’t find the words to express how they made each other feel.

“Hey…” the goat started, unsure. “That was great. You took it all in, baby. You did great. I’m so happy to be with you.”

“Thanks…” was all Kal managed to say. He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but before the words could come out, his eyelids fell over and he fell limp on the king’s enormous arms. His breathing slowly evened, and Asgore couldn’t help a smile at his sleeping visage. He reached and undid the belts around his wrists, setting him free from the pole and standing up, carrying him in his arms, pressed against his chest, where he slept peacefully. Through it all, his eyes never left him; he couldn’t help but admire such a beautiful man.

“…Gentlemen,” he said as he stepped off the stage. His cock was semi-erect, and he had grown at least twice as big as he was when he first entered. Yet it wasn’t his size but his very air that exuded authority. His subjects parted in front of him without need for an order, leading him towards a table. There, he sat, his lover still pressed against the massive pecs, before regarding the men again. “From this point on, you’re my subjects. Praise me, admire me, and you’ll be rewarded. I presume there’s no complain among you,” and all he received were polite bows from his new subjects. It was so strange how much that excited him. “Where’s the bartender?”

“H-Here I am, sir!” the young man said, his pants off and his modest cock still present. When he had joined the rest of his fellow lovers in their appraisal of the new king, he had no way to know, but it made something in Asgore stir.

“Bring your finest bottle for when my lover wakes up,” he ordered, and the young man left to the counter right away. “As for the rest of you… Feel free to entertain your king with a show, while he regains his strength to join you.”

And with aroused excitement, the leather-clad men moved around, looking for one another to please their new ruler. Some of them went up the stage and started cleaning it with their tongues, hungrily lapping the leftover seed; some started undressing one another, turning their session into a small orgy only for the goat’s eyes; some even went the extra mile and submitted to one another, putting the same kind of shows they used to do in this bar, tying themselves up to be ravaged by their partners, but this time for their king’s sake. And Asgore watched it all, with a smile somewhere between rightful arrogance and shy realization. Yet, his eyes constantly darted downwards, towards the human in his arms, and he leaned to him to leave soft kisses on his forehead. There was still a lot of fun to be had once he woke up. Tonight and whenever else they felt like returning to his new kingdom.