In another time, another place ...
You are the third son of King Phillip. The Kingdom of Eros operates differently than other countries -- famously so. While other realms choose rulers based on inheritance, power or money, Eros follows one unique system: the sex sport.
Since the dawn of man, sex has been an economy of its own; it is a measure of power and trade, a public statement and a private affair. At the conclusion of World War II, the ravaged country of Switzerland was delivered as punishment to Germany and Italy. A highborn son was taken from each country and forced into a binding partnership, destined to co-manage the land that their native homes had destroyed.
The system of governance that emerged in Eros was entirely unexpected. During the year following the war, the two young rulers were not heard from, presumably due to humiliation and incompetence. But one evening in 1947, your father’s grandfather, Anton of Germany, arrived on televisions around the world. At his side stood Otto of Italy, his compulsory male counterpart, as they descended upon the freshly baked steps of their new castle.
The two men approached a podium, and Anton cleared his throat. Anton placed one hand on Otto’s shoulder, lowering him to his knees while unbuckling his pants. It was an outrageous act, a protest against the watchful eyes of the former Allied leaders.
“We will not be punished for our fathers’ crimes,” spoke Anton into a microphone. He dropped his black slacks around his ankles, and Otto pulled the young man’s underwear down. Anton’s cock dropped before the sights of millions. Otto turned to the camera and grinned, sucking Anton’s girth into his throat.
“We will not be humiliated. We will be radical and bold,” Anton declared as Otto bobbed his head back and forth. The men had obviously practiced, as Anton had his hands folded on top of Otto’s head, and Otto was taking Anton’s full length with adept ease. “We will celebrate humanity like no one before. We will define a new era.”
The speech continued until Anton gushed inside of Otto’s mouth, his cock thrusting forth against the back of Otto’s throat. Otto stood up, his face bloated and flush with cum, as he ambled toward the humming cameras. He gave the Western world a wink and spewed Anton’s juice onto each and every lens. Audiences around the world gasped as their television screens blurred with dripping white spunk.
“This is no longer the country of ‘Switzerland,’” the man declared behind his curtain of white. “This is our Eros. This is the new land, and we will rule by one code. This code has ruled every man from Earth’s dawn until Earth’s doom. It is certain, it is without pretense, it is perfection:
My compatriots, it is sex. Sex is power, and we are power, and we are the Kingdom of Eros.”