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As one of the divine rulers of one of the most powerful, respected nations in the world, being Fire Lord, Iroh quickly finds out, comes with an infinite array of perks.
First and foremost, he gets to choose who he marries. One might consider it archaic, to be able to choose whomever he wants, in any of the nations in all of the world, to marry. One might think it’s immoral to be able to marry someone who is already married, effectively nullifying their marriage so the Fire Lord can have them. But Iroh is not one of those who thinks that way. Fire Lords, Water Tribe leaders, high-positioned Monks, and the Earth King all obtain such power.
And Iroh, being a man with…specific needs, has a trip to the Southern Water Tribe arranged. Quickly.
The tribe is small. Which isn’t a problem. Iroh isn’t looking for a vast population to choose from. No, the new Fire Lord is looking for a specific type. So, as the members of the tribe come together in a small group, he grins softly as he knows he made the right choice in coming here.
The members of the Southern Water Tribe are known for their bodies. Massive cocks, plump, round tits, wet cunts, and tight holes. Known for family values and close-knit relationships.
Of course, as most leaders almost always do, Iroh will choose a male. He sends away all females with a wave of his wrist.
Another perk of the marriage rule is that rulers have the right to marry as many people as they want, which Iroh is well aware of. However, he’s only here for one today. For now.
“Strip them all,” Iroh commands.
Moments later, Fire Nation soldiers are lifting, pulling, shredding and incinerating the garments until each male member of the tribe stands fully nude. The soldiers smack the hands of anyone who tries to cover their cocks. Smacks any father who tries to hide a son behind himself.
The men stand tall and proud, trying to hold onto their dignity. The younger boys though are more uncertain and hesitant. Cocks of all sizes hang in front of Iroh.
One of the more liberating parts of the marriage law is that there is no age requirement. Iroh is free to choose anyone at all.
The chiefs’ cocks hang exceptionally low. Manly, hairy bushes and chests and beards, not even other rulers were exempt from the marriage law.
“What is your name?” Iroh asks, pointing at a chief.
“My name is Hakoda, Sir. I’m the primary chief here in the south. It’s an honor to meet you, Fire Lord Iroh.”
“Hakoda,” Iroh repeats. “Would you vow to commit to me for the rest of your life, to pleasure me to my satisfaction?”
“Yes, Sir. I vow to do that and more.”
Then Iroh’s gaze drops a bit lower. “Is that your son?”
Hakoda hesitates.
“The Fire Lord asked you a question!” a soldier snaps.
“Yes, Fire Lord Iroh, this is my son,” the chief states.
“And what is his name?” Iroh asks.
“Sokka.”
“Would Sokka vow to commit to me for the rest of his life? To pleasure me to satisfaction?”
“Sir, I believe I would make a better fit for what you’re looking for. Respectfully.”
“Tell me something, Hakoda. Have you ever taken a cock inside you?”
“I haven’t, Sir.”
“And why is that?” Iroh hums.
“I do not believe that is something real men would or should ever do.”
“And what about Sokka?” Iroh’s eyes lock onto the younger man’s. “Has Sokka ever taken cock?”
“Yes, Sir. Of course.”
“I’m curious, then,” Iroh huffs, “why you believe you would be a better fit for this role.”
“Well, Sir, as you can see, my cock is the largest here, extremely long and thick. I’m hairy, my body is perfectly toned, and I’m very attractive. I could please you and satisfy you. The world would be impressed by me.”
“So, you would let me penetrate you?”
To that, Hakoda falls silent.
“Sokka,” Iroh states. “Masturbate for me.”
The son looks to his father for approval, and Hakoda nods. Next to the chief, Sokka’s cock looks invisible. Next to the chief, Sokka pales in comparison in every way. His cock is small, his balls are small, he isn’t even close to as hairy, he’s scrawny and shorter and lacks any toned muscles. But as he strokes himself rapidly to full hardness, Iroh can’t help but want him.
“How old are you Sokka?”
Sokka’s breath hitches as his face twitches, touching himself in the speedy, comical way that all young men pleasure themselves.
“16, Sir,” Sokka breathes as he strokes.
Hearing that, Iroh’s hands drop to his own bulge to grab it. Though 16 is much older than most leaders prefer when it comes to marrying boys, Iroh isn’t going to pass on the opportunity to be with such a gorgeous Water Tribe young man.
Hakoda clears his throat. “Sir, if I may—”
“I want you to masturbate with your son,” Iroh interrupts. “Now.”
Hakoda nods.
Unlike his son, Hakoda’s strokes are more patient. Slow and long and filled with deep, manly grunts. His free hand travels up through his hairy abs and chest to play with each nipple until hardened, then he puts that hand behind his head, revealing his thick, musky armpit.
“Tell me,” Iroh speaks up again. “Why are you so hesitant to offer your son to me, Hakoda? Is it because you don’t want him to leave you to go to another nation? Are you hesitant to offer him to get married at a young age? Or is it because you have already claimed him as your own and married him?”
“Daddy!” Sokka exclaims, his orgasm growing closer.”
“Climax for me, son,” Hakoda grunts.
Iroh grins. He has his answer.
It’s not uncommon for leaders to choose their sons for the marriage law, or at least as one of the many they marry. In fact, most leaders do choose their sons, as incest between men is globally recognized as strength. But as Iroh no longer has a son, he searches elsewhere for an equivalent. Luckily for the Fire Lord, Sokka is younger than his own son would’ve been, and while he’s not as young as the marriage law recommends when it comes to sons, he’s still an age that Iroh can shape into the perfect obedient husband. And shape him, he will. Iroh already has countless ideas as he watches the young man get closer and closer to his orgasm.
What a stunning definition of a boy. Muscles just barely developing, body hair slowly coming in, cock striving to be as big as his father’s. Iroh can’t wait to take him apart and create him anew as his own.
Spurt after spurt, Sokka’s sprays his load all over. Covering himself, splashing his father, and blending in with the snow all around them. It’s an endless climax it seems, in the way all the youth can go nonstop, built up hormones and arousal erupting at once. Seed recklessly going to waste as Sokka convulses with pleasure, stumbling into his father to brace himself. Hakoda wraps an arm around his son, rubbing his body while kissing his head and stroking himself watching the familiar orgasm unfold in front of him.
“Daddy!” Sokka shouts as another wave hits.
“Good boy,” Hakoda hums.
Sokka aims his cock briefly to splash both their chests as he cries out in pleasure. Hakoda uses the cum dripping down his beard and chest to lubricate his cock to stroke faster. With his other hand, he scoops up cum off his son’s chest and his fingers find their way to Sokka’s hole, pressing the cum inside. He wonders how far he can get in front of the Fire Lord, aching to breed him publicly, especially if it’s his last time with Sokka.
Daily public breedings have been the norm for the father and son pair for years now. Sometimes a crowd forms to watch and touch themselves, other times other men bring their sons to breed alongside the chief, then pass to the chief to breed as well. Other times people go about their business as Hakoda fucks Sokka openly.
Hakoda married Sokka several years ago and since then, the boy is almost always found by his father’s side, rarely permitted to wear clothes. Mouth around his cock under the table at every war meeting, sitting on his lap to kiss and touch at tribe dinners, face on the ground and hole presented for his father to slide into during religious sermons. The boy is everything to his father. A son, husband, hole, love, servant, one and only toilet, object, soulmate.
The Water Tribe chief pushes his still-cumming son to his knees and shoves his cock into the eager mouth. Moans from the crowd fill the air.
“I love you son,” Hakoda moans, wasting no time to push Sokka all the way to the bass of his cock and hold him their with both hands, fingers tightly in his hair.
The boy chokes and gags and squirms trying to take the enormous cock. No matter how much practice he gets, he’ll never get used to the sheer size in his mouth, going down his throat, face buried in a forest of public hair. Hakoda humps and fucks his son’s mouth with abandon, not caring about how he usually eases Sokka into it. If this is his last time with his son, he’s going all out.
Tears stream down Sokka’s face, and Hakoda’s not sure if it’s from his reckless mouth fucking or from their impending separation. And since he doesn’t know how much time he has left, he pulls out, shoves his son to the ground face down and ass up, and begins to push in to the already ruined hole from just a few minutes earlier before the Fire Nation arrived.
“Fuck yes, son,” Hakoda grunts, plowing in full force with the help of the countless loads of his already inside Sokka from today alone. “Take Daddy’s cock. Take the cock that made you. Take the cock that owns you. That will always own you no matter what. Whatever happens, you will always remember this cock and how good it treated you.”
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Sokka cries, drooling into the snow.
Hakoda grits his teeth and swings one leg around, pressing his bare foot onto his son’s head, pinning his face to the snow. The animal burns alive inside him as he picks up the pace, fucking impossibly fast.
“Daddy’s little faggot,” he growls, spitting on his son’s face. “Say it!”
Only a whining grumble meets his command.
“Louder! Say it!”
“I’m Daddy’s little faggot!” Sokka shouts.
With that, the chief cums. Wave after wave of an endless ocean, pure white cum breeding his own.
Hakoda smiles in relief as his load flows into his son and fills him up, his foot still firmly on Sokka’s head pressing him into the snow.
“I want them both,” Iroh says.
Faint gasps echo through the crowd.
“His father will watch as I take what was once his, every night and day, over and over,” Iroh moans, rubbing himself. “And of course to provide pleasure as well.”
The soldiers quickly pull Sokka away from his father, the chief’s cock slipping out and continuously spraying cum everywhere. Without redressing them, the soldiers drag them away from their tribe and up the ramp into the ship, Hakoda still pumping out what seems like gallons of cum along the way.
“I love you, Sokka,” Hakoda smiles softly.
“I love you too, Dad,” Sokka hums back.
Together, they are taken off into the unknown realm of the Fire Lord, their new home.