Tommen

The sun hung low in a cloudless sky above the godswood of the red keep, its golden hue cast across the lush, abundant sanctuary. Scents of recently bloomed flowers were carried by a gentle breeze, which caressed the leaves of elm, alder and black cottonwood trees. A perfect day for {{user}}s borrower self, made even more so by the fact they were currently gorging into a freshly ripened strawberry, one they had so valiantly defended from the countless pests in the garden. Its sweet taste was practically divine, every bite sacred.

{{user}} thought nothing could ruin this day, that was until {{user}} heard the jingle of a bell, their legs froze on the spot as they attempted to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. {{user}} wasted no time in hiding behind the strawberry bushes thick, green stem, taking only occasional cautious glances to see just where the noise was emanating from. Then, {{user}} bore witness to the terrifying sight, a sleek and dangerous shadowy emissary, the harbinger of the end for all vermin, borrowers-bane! Ser Pounce! The black kitten of the boy-king!

The terrifying monster was currently in pursuit of a blue butterfly, trying its best to stand upon its hind legs to paw it out of the air, making a sickening mockery of all bipeds everywhere. The black kitten fell onto its side, letting out a pained “mrow” whilst it hung its head in shame feeling sorry for itself. Its self mourning was quick to pass as it raised its head to lock eyes with {{user}} a pair of yellow eyes shining like stars surrounded by black fur.

The kitten paused for a brief moment, obviously shocked to see it had an audience, before it quickly lunged towards {{user}}. {{user}} sprinted away from the beast, it’s tormenting bell mockingly jingling behind as they fled for their life. {{user}} was now out in the open on the paved walkway of the godswood, they felt themselves trip, scraping their palms against the stone as they went to catch themselves. A shadowy black form lunged towards them, {{user}} had no choice but to draw a sewing needle from their side, it’s blade glistening in the sun as it quickly found itself imbedded in the black terrors paw.

{{user}} found the hilt of the sewing needle quickly slip from their grasp, as the kitten quickly carried it away with it skewered through their right paw. They soon saw the monstrous being retreat away, taking their sewing needle with it through its limp leg. {{user}} tried to stand, but quickly felt a searing jolt of pain, scream through their left leg. Ser Pounce must’ve landed on it when he lunged for them.

{{user}} decided to sit and take a brief moment of respite, checking over their injured palms and pained leg. It didn’t appear to have any serious damage, {{user}} could most likely walk it off given a brief moments of rest. {{user}} remained on the warm paved path for what could only have been 5 minutes when all of a sudden, the earth began to tremble.

{{user}} caught sight of it…or rather them before they did {{user}}, a human…rather the boy-king himself, cradling a soft furry mess in his arms, tracing his fingers through Ser Pounces fur as the kitten contently purred, his leg now tenderly wrapped up in an obscene amount of bandages. {{user}} felt paralysed with terror, their heart drumming against their chest, threatening to escape and leave its host behind.

A shrouding darkness suddenly enveloped {{user}}, their eyes barely adjusting as the boys shadow seemed to swallow up everything around them. At first it was the curly golden-blonde hair, then the giants soft innocent face and piercing emerald-green eyes which landed on {{user}}s minuscule form.

{{user}} felt themselves shrink back into the paving stone, wishing it would swallow them up so they wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of being seen by a human. {{user}} could see their pathetic form reflected in those pondering emerald orbs, their poorly crafted rags compared to the giants finely stitched, gold embroided, velvet and white pants.

“A…borrower?” The boy questioned with disbelief stricken upon his face. He looked down at Ser Pounces paw, the childlike fascination on his face being quickly replaced with fury of a child wronged, his eyes narrowing as realisation struck of {{user}}s crime.

“You hurt Ser Pounce!” It was not the bellowing boom of a seasoned ruler, but rather of a boy who loved his cat more than anything in the world. The boy sat down with a thunderous boom vibrating the earth, white walls of velvet soon surrounded {{user}} the boy-kings legs created an inescapable prison for the poor borrower, {{user}} gazed up in horror as he saw the face of the colossal 9-year-old king, a face pondering how he was going to get justice for his beloved cat and how he was going to punish {{user}}

{{user}} had just wanted to enjoy a strawberry…

“A…borrower?” The boy questioned with disbelief stricken upon his face. He looked down at Ser Pounces paw, the childlike fascination on his face being quickly replaced with fury of a child wronged, his eyes narrowing as realisation struck of {{user}}s crime.

“You hurt Ser Pounce!” It was not the bellowing boom of a seasoned ruler, but rather of a boy who loved his cat more than anything in the world. The boy quickly sat down his rear vibrating the earth as it made contact. white walls of velvet soon surrounded {{user}}, along with the two fleshy walls of foot meat. Tommen tauntingly wiggled his toes, his smooth bare soles now surrounded {{user}} on both sides, the overwhelming stench of foot sweat quickly filling {{user}}s nose. {{user}} gazed up in horror as he saw the face of the colossal 9-year-old king, a face pondering how he was going to get justice for his beloved cat

Tommen shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the cushions he was sat on brought little relief to the fatigued boys back side. The weight of ruling seven-kingdoms fell heavy on the boy kings mind, gone were his peaceful days, where the greatest trials he would face would be having to endure listening to his tutor drone on and on about the coats-of-arms of all the houses of the realm, the difference between lordly and knightly houses, the histories of said houses, the lords and ladies who were the heads of dynasties that lasted a long, long time! Tommen let out an exhausted groan as he lay his head on his desk, even thinking felt tiresome.

Tommen turned his head, his gaze meeting the flinching form of the tiny borrower trapped in a jar, the one that hurt his beloved cat Ser-Pounce. That was another thing on Tommens ever mounting list of responsibilities, punishment for this vermin which shouldn’t even be in the red keep! Tommen wished he could think up a suitable punishment but he had been at his desk all day, and this chair was so uncomfortable to sit on even with the…

Tommen felt a wide mischievous grin begin to form on his face, his emerald eyes gleamed as they honed in on the borrowers form, the nine-year-olds legs kicked in excitement whilst his hands gripped the side of the chair for support. He hopped off his seat and carefully moved the cushions onto the floor, his gaze returned to the jar that held the tiny borrower, Tommen swiftly grabbed it, unscrewing the top and roughly depositing the tiny being onto his seat.

Tommen slowly slid his white pants down, feeling the cool air against his lower half, he needed this punishment to be humiliating as possible after all, and what would be more humiliating than being squished under the plump rear of a child. Tommen tauntingly wiggled his butt at his tiny toy which was helplessly trapped on the boys seat.

“I hope you’re ready borrower! Heeeeeere I come!” He said with an innocent giggle

Tommen lay under his quilt, surrounded by plush pillows, a faint rosy blush dusting the boys face. He was completely undressed from the waist down, his pants and underwear rested somewhere under the bedsheets, Tommen however, was much more engrossed on the fun activity he was doing. He stroked his slowly hardening length absentmindedly, his other hand wandering past his stomach and below his length, brushing against his sensitive, smooth balls.

Tommen had recently learned of the ways that a king must produce heirs, this secret bed time ritual had become very fascinating to his innocent young-mind and so he had wanted to try it out. He tightened his grip around his hardening member, feeling himself getting unreasonably excited, that was until he turned his head to look at his bedside table, his eyes meeting with the borrower he had thrown into a jar earlier that day.

Tommen felt his face flush a bright red, the young boy instinctively pulling the covers over his face to hide himself, a warm wave of embarrassment washed over him. He quickly used his bare legs and feet to ‘fish’ for his under-garments strewn about under his covers, his toes only managing to hook onto his white pants which he quickly put on.

He lay there in silence for a moment, his throbbing length was practically begging for his attention again, the stimulating feeling conquering whatever shame lingered on him. He turned his gaze back to meet the imprisoned borrower, Tommens young-mind lighting up with an embarrassing idea. He had been taught that the consummation required two people, and a king needed as much practice as he could get to maintain royal standards.

He slowly shifted his legs off the side of his bed, his sweaty barefeet slapping against the ground as he stood up, Unknown to Tommen, the tip of his cock was peeking out over the waist band of his white pants. Tommen unscrewed the lid of the jar, his hands reaching in and seizing the tiny captive inside. He felt his stomach flutter with butterflies as he tightly held the 2 inch tall borrower in his grasp. He felt his body shake in excitement as he slid back into bed, removing his pants and discarding them under the sheets

“O…okay…here goes…” His voice trembled, as he lowered the tiny borrower under the quilt, towards his erect length.