My Rock Hard Spartan Cock

The Prince only chooses the best for his elite Spartan Guard. I knew I could reach those ranks given my strength, and my skills in battle. I had never known that there were more important criteria the Prince seeks before selecting his men.

There were rumors the Prince had attended the baths, observing the men to see which of us were at our physical peak. I was certain that with my incredible size and obvious power he would consider me.

I was pleased to be appointed to the Spartan Guard days later, surprised more to find that I had been given pride of place as a personal guard to the Prince.

On my very first evening guarding his door he arrived to inspect me. I was proud he took such a personal interest in my physique. He was admiring my physical size and strength, encouraging me to display my power as I removed my cape and flexed my vascular muscles for him. He is powerful too, he understands the dedication it takes.

I soon realized when he asked to see my urgent sword that his visit to the baths was not perhaps as it had been reported.
I understood, being a pure Spartan man, that he desired to see my most virile weapon. Indeed, his enjoyment and appreciation of me had encouraged my hard Spartan cock to spring to life, ready for battle. As I revealed my length for him I could see his eyes flicker with angry lust.

I had seen this look before, in comrades who soon swallowed my sword whole and drank my thick potion with incredible thirst.

For now, the Prince was eager to enjoy my most erotic display as I grabbed my cock by the root and slid my hand up it, juice leaking from my red and swollen tip. He licked his lips and silently encouraged me to continue as I spoke with words no other man should speak in front of the Prince, but he wanted more.

With my iron-like Spartan cock exploding ropes of thick white power the Prince knows he has a loyal guard in me.