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King slams his tightly clenched fist down on the square wooden table and watches as a splinter runs through it at an alarming rate and brakes the poor table clean in half.
"Shit," King exclaimed as he ran a bejeweled hand down his face
“Maybe this is why business has been so bad lately."
A quick glance out his tinted windows ladens a deep scowl across his face. "McDonald's" he growls. Of course, ever since that retched place opened up across the street the ever bombing business of Burger King was reduced to Broke Collage students who tipped pennies and gum wrappers and the occasional nutty old women looking for directions to her grandsons place.
Feeling the veins pop out on his neck at the thought of losing to that clown show King pulls out his keychain in search of one thing and one thing only, the key to his special chest.
Into the back room and under a framed painting of King himself is a lock safe.
King gingerly opens the door and places his golden crown of kingship inside as well as his royal cape of beauty and elegance.
"I never thought I'd say this but, time to go undercover" Sneaking across the street (and by that I mean walking in zig zag and crouching low to the ground like a fucking idiot)
King arrives at his rival company. Upon entering the smell of burgers and happiness assaults his nostrils and caresses his body. Perturbed he takes a seat in the far corner behind a rather tall divider. King watches as customer after customer enters, eats, tips handsomely, and then leaves. It's a never ending stream and a punch to King's pride, how did it get like this? We used to serve the best burger in town. He must have a secret to attracting all of these customers!
Shooting up from his seat King inches towards the employee's only marked door and shoots inside of it praying that no one saw him. Looking around the hallway he notices the door at the very end is marked with a golden platter reading "Head Office"
Rubbing his hands together King makes his way over to the door and pushes it open to a large room with a desk smack in the center. He saunters over to the desk bending over to start looking through the drawers of files. So busy in his quest King does not hear the click to the lock of the door he had just come through, nor the quite foot steps of a pair of rather large clown shoes.
"So is this how you compete with your business rival, petty tricks?"
King yelps and jumps flinging papers all around the room and whips around to find a rather handsome young man in a red and white stripped shirt glaring down at him.
"Just great, now just how are you going to pay me for breaking in here and creating such a mess?"
"I wouldn't have made this mess if you had given a guy a little warning before spooking me!"
"So crude, you break into MY office, rifle through MY papers and expect ME to give you a little warning?" Ronald was inching closer now pinning King between him and the desk. "Now what should I do with you?"
"Let me go?" King quietly suggests. In one swift motion Ronald pulls out a pair of fuzzy red, white and yellow handcuffs and cuffs both of kings hands to the sids of the desk.
"Wha- WHaT!" King shouts
"Quiet, unless you want someone to discover you like this"
"I DONT CARE SOMEONE HEL-" Ronald the man of many items pulls out a Big Mac and stuffs Kings face
"MMMMHHHEEE"
Ronald puts his hand to his face "just what am I doing?" When he feels something hard against his leg. He looks down only to discover a King growing rather restless with a deep ketchup blush coating his face.
"Oh what do we have here?" Ronald smirks as his hand trails down Kings stomach brushing against his ever growing problem. "You like this don't you?" A rhetorical question but king tries to answer non the less "UHHUUUHH"
"No?" Ronald circles his gloved finger around King's Burger sized bulge "Then whats this then?" Ronald expertly unbuttons unzipped and swipes off kings pants leaving only a pair of Burger King themed boxers dripping with pre-cum. Ronald palms king electing a involuntary moan of pleasure from the meaty burger filled mouth.
Glancing around Ronald notices a ketchup bottle sitting on his desk that he was supposed to restock. Checking the bottle he could see there was still just enough in there for one more patty 😏 Removing Kings underwear Ronald shoves two ketchup coated gloved fingers inside of king's begging burger hole causing king to arch his back and send a meaty moan into the air.
King looks at Ronald with pleading watery eyes drool escaping his mouth and down his chin.
"I thought you were the king of all burgers?" Ronald says as he shoves his ketchup slick fingers in and out of King "Cant take it?"
Kings moans are muffled by the girth of the burger a shiver of heat runs down all the way to his lower region "Mhhhm~" he moans
Taking his fingers out Kings hole drips with tomato goodness "thanks for the meal" Ronald says before getting on his knees and eating King out.
The rattling of Handcuffs makes Ronald look up to discover that King had finished, his glistening love juice coating his stomach like mayonnaise on a patty. "Oh that's no good, I'm not done yet"
Unclicking Kings handcuffs Ronald flips king over and whips out his meaty schlong, plunging into kings dripping hole Ronald sets a rigorous pace rattling the desk sending even more papers flying around the room. King was a noisy one, even with the now half eaten burger stuffing his mouth he filling the room with as many grunts and moans as kingly possible.
Before finishing together Ronald flips King around one last time kissing his burger moans and silencing him in a passionate French kiss sucking up the remainder of the burger bits in his mouth. And finally they both finish in a bursting finally each saying their signature catch phrases as they climax
"IM MCLOVIN IT"
"HAVE IT YOUR WAY"