The youngest prince, Oliver, was always a bit of a loner. His brother was going to inherit the throne, and his proud family of hares wouldn't be led well by someone of his soft demeanor. His family wasn't ashamed, they cared for him, but he just naturally preferred to stay in his quarters and this pattern only got worse when his mother died. He's enjoyed the extra attention from his father since then, though. 
    Being the youngest and weakest in the family meant he always felt overshadowed by his older brother. He always felt that his royal status was wasted on him. He wouldn't have children, and he wasn't particularly strong. I mean, his father didn't expect him to live up to those standards, the boy's only 14. 
    Today was a quiet day. His elder brother was training, and most of the servants were busy preparing supper. There was to be an important meeting that night, and all hands were on deck preparing a feast. The king had already prepared his answers to some anticipated questions, so he decided to spend some time with his beloved son. 
    When he entered Oliver's room, the boy was rested on an armchair by the window. The king was always a bit soft for his youngest son, but now his thoughts were getting... dangerous. Seeing his son so peaceful, soft white ears relaxed, the sunlight kissing his cheeks, he couldn't help but find him so, so beautiful. In some twisted way, he saw his wife in the boy. So calm and gentle. 
    The king's only 35, he started to get lost in thought about his son. The king's healthy, and not that old... surely he wouldn't just die on his son, he thought. Maybe Oliver could be his treasure, maybe he could be with his beautiful boy as long as he wanted. 
    "Dad? What're you doing just standing there? Come on in." Oh. Right. He'd been staring for a bit too long, he should probably take a seat across from him. 
    "Just checking in on you, I know you're a bit nervous to attend the meeting, but it's still important for you to understand etiquette. This'll be a good experience." To be honest, the king was mostly having his sons present to show off. His strong heir and his jewel of a boy. Most of the neighboring kings and diplomats hadn't seen Oliver yet. Knowing their types, they were going to be jealous. He didn't like the idea of other men looking at his boy like that.
    "I guess it'll be fine, I just don't wanna make a bad first impression. I don't wanna shut down in front of all your important friends." 
    "Oh, don't worry. You won't have to say anything past an introduction. I'll be there for you the whole time, baby boy. Just tell me if something's bothering you" Oliver's stomach jumped a bit at hearing his dad call him 'baby boy' again. Something just felt so... right. He always felt so safe in his dad's presence. His broad shoulders, his deep, warm voice, the way his arms wrap around Oliver's waist so gently, yet so firm and strong... maybe he should stop this train of thought.
    "Yeah, uhm, I guess so." He trailed off, too embarrassed to continue. He couldn't believe he saw his father that way, but it does make sense now that he thinks about it. He did always lean into their goodnight kisses a liiiiittle too much. He looked up from the book he was reading he saw the king awkwardly get up to leave. "Wait! I uh, forgot to say I love you" Nice save Oliver, nice save.
    "Oh, yeah, I love you too, son" He closed the door behind him.
    
    Before long, the meeting would start. Men in their fancy coats and robes would file into their elegant dining hall to discuss issues Oliver had no understanding of. He still didn't understand why he had to attend. He took his seat next to his father and waited for the table to fill. After a while, diplomats, kings, and their heirs took their seats and discussed over the first course. A wiry fox had a question for the king
    "Why have you brought both sons if only one will take your place?" Dad didn't like that. It's his castle, what reason does he need to bring his sons? It's not like they'd just forget Oliver existed as soon as his brother took the throne. The fox spoke up again. "He can't stay with you in the castle forever, no? Perhaps you'd hand him over to my nephew for a price. He'll be... well taken care of."
    This didn't sit well. The king was usually a kind man, but this was enough to make him seethe with rage. He wouldn't ever consider parting with his boy like that. "You have a lot of nerve to make such a proposition! It doesn't matter who takes up the crown, he's mine! You'll leave immediately if you still want to maintain trade with my kingdom."
    As angry as the fox had made the king, the idea of Oliver being owned, kept as a pet... it turned him on. He held such a deep love for the boy, and yet, the idea of him being used like that was so exciting. He always had a feeling that Oliver was made to be adored. Now, he wanted to be the only one to ever touch him. 
    
    
    After the banquet was over, and Oliver's brother had returned to his sleeping quarters, the king paid his youngest son a visit. He took a deep breath, opened the door, and slowly stepped onto the boy's carpeted floor. Oliver was laid down on the floor in front of his bed, writing some sort of story in a journal of his. He heard his father enter, and looked up to see his face. 
    "Hey, welcome to my uh, humble abode. What brings you here?" He wasn't really expecting company, but he couldn't be happier that his dad was going to spend some time with him. Oliver had been thinking about him a lot lately, he was excited for the opportunity to talk to him about some recent... developments. 
    "Oh, not much, just wanted to talk to you. What, do I need a reason?" The king was nervous about the conversation. It could either pay off immensely, or damage their relationship forever. "Anyways, I've noticed how you've been looking at me recently. I know you're growing and all, I just want to know what you've been thinking."
    "Dad, I... I need you." What? Did he just hear that right? It was probably just his desires playing a trick on him, right? Surely his glowing boy wouldn't say it so desperate and blatantly. When it started to set in that that's exactly what happened, it was delicious. Finally, his sweet child was accepting him as the only man that deserves him. After some uncomfortably long silence, the king spoke.
    "Baby, you know I can't" Of course he could, but it would be so amazing to hear him beg. He wanted to see his beautiful boy submit to his desires. He wanted to hear just how much he wanted him. 
    "Daddy, no one has to knooow. I just want to really be yours, please, just take me!" Daddy? He wasn't normally into it, but hearing it from his own son like that... fuck. 
    "I had no idea my son was such a slut." He strolled over to the bed and took a seat above Oliver. The lad quickly sat up and positioned himself in front of his father. His dad began to undo his belt, already extremely turned on by the sight of his boy looking at him with those eyes. He freed his length from his undergarments and Oliver had a sight to behold. Before him, his dad's cock was standing tall and strong. Everything about it emanated masculinity, and he wanted nothing less than to worship it. 
    "Alright baby, don't go too fast, you'll choke." He said it with an arrogant smirk, but he really did mean for it to be taken seriously. Oliver gave the underside of the shaft a few licks, and got started sucking. He started with the tip, he was pretty inexperienced, but he did his best to work his tongue. He started lightly bobbing, moving a bit further down with every movement until he was comfortably halfway, and he needed to get used to the feeling. 
    He looked up at his father, admiring his strong, loving face. "C'mon love, don't give up just yet. You don't want to disappoint your father, do you?" He really didn't want that. He started lowering himself more, taking a small break every once in a while to gag, or get some air. He wouldn't stop until his dad was balls deep in his pretty litte face. 
    He was a bit scared, but having his nose pressed up against his dad's musky crotch was so good. His dad gave him a tap on the shoulder as a warning, grabbed his ears, and started slowly thrusting in and out. The boy needed to take a few breaks as his father sped up, but oh god did the way his throat spasmed feel good. 
    They got to the point where his dad's heavy nuts were slapping Oliver's chin, cock sliding in and out of his throat. "Oh fuck, baby. Hold on, I wanna try something else." He pulled away from the boy, undresses him, and lifted him onto the bed, on his hands and knees. "Try to relax, okay?" after his father finished speaking, he walked over to the bedside table and pulled out a little bottle.
    "Gonna need you to spread for me, baby boy" Oliver wasn't too worried, he knew what came next, and he's kept himself clean for a little while in hopes something like this would happen. What still caught him off gaurd was the cold sensation against his hole, followed by a finger gliding over it. After a little bit, the finger started really prodding. His dad pushed for a moment until his finger slid into his boy's pucker.
    "Dad... I dunno that you're gonna end up fitting." Of course he would be too big, Oliver's still growing, and his dad was gonna relish it. He would make it fit. It doesn't matter how much stretching it takes, the man is on a mission. He puts in another finger and after pushing in and out a bit he starts to scissor them, trying different angles for the most impact.
    "Daddy, it hurts!" He should've expected this. He doesn't wanna hurt his baby boy, but he'll have to if they want to enjoy this in the future.
    "Shhhh, it'll feel better as we go on, baby." The boy's dad leaned forward and pressed some gentle kisses to the back of his neck. Planting them on his pristine white fur... it was like a dream. He decided that he needed to fit another finger in for this to work. He does his best to slip a third finger in without hurting him too much. After thrusting them for a while, the boy was ready.
    His father got up on his knees and slapped his fat dick on his boy's hole. He looked down with pride, he would be the first and only man to take care of his son like this. To claim him in the most primitive way possible. He pushed his tip in, and the boy wasn't too fazed. He'd taken a fair amount at this point. As his dad pushed in further, however, the boy lost his composure.
    When his father bottomed out in him, they stayed there for a bit, just enjoying the moment. After a quick "You ready?", father of the year started at a slow pace, earning soft, whimpery moans from his boy that tapered off into hums. As he picked up the pace, his hefty balls smacking into his boy's smaller package (Officially making it gay smh). At this point, the boy's prick is at full attention. They're really fucking like rabbits. 
    He pulls out and flips the smaller bun onto his back, taking his legs around his hips and thrusting in. He's earning all sorts of slutty moans and little whines from his son, pounding him with the fervor and passion of a loving father. The boy was reaching down to chase his own release, taking his dad's fat cock in his tailhole, completely lost in bliss. A few harder thrusts than the last and his father came deep inside with a loud groan.
    Stroking a little more, the boy reached his peak, shooting little ropes of cum onto his own belly. They stayed connected for a long while, enjoying the warmth. "I love you more than anything else, sweet boy."
    "I love you too, dad." They shared a deep kiss, and exchanged a gentle smile. His dad picked his boy up and brought him to the shower. They got cleaned up, and Oliver got to fall asleep in the king's chamber that night.