Induction into Bowser’s Harem
Written by AlexNightmurr.
Originally written by AlexNightmurr in 2019, reuploaded & updated in May 2022.

Bowser might be the king of the Koopa Kingdom, but he sure is a king of his libido too. 
Constantly surrounded by a harem of tight-bodied Koopas for him to shove his fat cock into, life as a king was good when the only thing he needed to do was reach down and shove a tight young boy on his cock. It pays well, too. Many fathers of the Koopa Kingdom have been birthing sons left, right and center - all in an effort to get some of them in the fabled ‘boy-fucking harem’. Why bother studying for a profession when being Bowser’s cumdump pays better? Sex in this society rules. 
But forcing his cock into the same old cumdumps can get tiring after a while - and Bowser was itching for a change-up in a usual rotation of his 3 favourite Koopa boys. He was on the lookout for another. 
He began his mission: he was to coach some kids at a school in the Kingdom, that way he can have the perfect glimpse at some boys to join his harem! 
The power of a king is not to be underestimated. Even though Bowser’s cock only knows the feeling of tight child ass, nobody in the kingdom would assume that he’s such a pervert. This is partly because the whole operation is kept under wraps. 
When Bowser announced that there would be a “service tax” for the inhabitants of the kingdom, it understandably did not go down well, but the King couldn’t care less for the peoples’ opinion. Their money, the money from the hard-working people of the Koopa kingdom, goes straight into the upper echelons of society. And what main project is the government of the Koopa kingdom associated with right now? 
Why, none other than I, highly restrictive, top-secret “Grooming scheme”, told only to Bowser’s favoured males in the kingdom. 
--After coaching the game… 
Bowser had become the coach at a local school for a month - during that time, he had encountered all sorts of boys… but one stood out to him most: a certain, lanky, green Koopa.
Bowser likes small and tight holes. So, naturally, his gaze constantly wandered to the small bubble butts bouncing up and down the corridor as he led them back to the changing room. 
“Fuck, I'm surrounded by sexy Koopa kids,” he whispered, barely able to contain his boner. 
Not only were they huddling around him as he led them to the changing rooms, but they were all sweaty and playing with each other, often looking up at the big Koopa with wonder in their eyes. Bowser noticed how some boys looked nervous while looking at him – or, rather, they were looking straight at his fiery pube fluff creeping out of the top of his jockstrap. Instead of yanking the fabric up, Bowser simply moved his arms away, so that the curious children can get a full look of the meat he’s packing in his “PUMP!” jockstrap, and even play with the hairs on his body a bit. 
Bowser couldn't help but chub up from all this attention, and he didn’t even bother to hide his boner, knowing full well that the kids in front will feel it press against their heads. The shy young green Koopa that the king had his eye on, scurried over to the other youngsters, and tried to get a ‘front seat’ on the action. Once he managed to squirm his way through the crowd of curious cubs, the green Koopa found a good spot in front of Bowser’s open, wafting crotch, and buried his head under the man’s towering bulge. He could feel his King's hardening cock pressing against his head and blushed deeply. 
Bowser smirked; he recognised that expression as the sign of a boy who wants it but can't come to terms with his feelings for other men. 
“Hey all, thanks for having me around!” Bowser flexed his sweaty bicep to the whole class, who all cheered him on. Beneath his piss-reeking jockstrap, Bowser's cock was throbbing to hearing the boyish cheers. The green Koopa boy that blushed and looked away at the sight of his powerful, veiny sweaty bicep flexing for all to see. Other boys were confident, but the green Koopa boy felt love towards his king. 
Once Bowser lifted his arm to wipe the dripping sweat off his forehead, the boy looked up and his eyes stared at that fluffy undermass of his arm, stinking of sweat and a deep musk. Bowser finished wiping the sweat off his forehead, and gave him a knowing wink - which swooned the boy over for the remainder of his time getting changed; he can't help it, he's just so in love with his new coach Bowser… But he knows he loves him in a different way compared to the other boys. 
If only the boy knew how much Bowser loved him, too. 
"Hey kiddo, what's your name?" Bowser gently smiled at him, and he whimpered and fussed around, halfway taking his shorts off. 
"U-Um, it's George, sir…"
When the rest of the room emptied out, George much preferred being the last one out. He doesn't like crowds and is a bit of a loner at the school. He was going to go, if he didn't bump into his new idol's hairy chest then and there. The fact he's even seen his hairy chest, let alone bump into it, was already sending his young impressionable mind into overdrive. He was extremely embarrassed, yet also very aware of these new feelings he’s being held inside for men. 
Bowser deeply chuckled, and playfully tossed the boy's head around. 
"You better watch where you're going, kid!" 
Bowser bit his lip as he swayed the boy's head from side to side, imagining that it was him swinging on his cock at that moment. There’s never a wholesome moment with a perverted, kid-lusting king.
George struggled to look up, as he was clearly embarrassed and intimidated by his hunky hairy King in front of him. 
Bowser moved aside to let the boy pass, but he didn't move. 
"Great, so that's step 1 done," Bowser thought. 
He cupped the boy's chin and made him look eye to eye with him. 
"You wanna see more, kiddo?" he asked with a low voice. The boy’s eyes opened wide, and the King Koopa could even see a relieved smile crossing over his face.
George gasped as Bowser unwrapped his towel, exposing his hairy body in full to the curious kid Koopa. 
“Go on, get inside my towel." He offered.
"But, sir-" 
(“Great, here comes the denial and objection… Even if I was a kid, I’d be jumping straight for this chance to touch an older man!”) 
"Its okay. You know you're special, don't you?" Bowser said.
George gave Bowser a sad look and looked down to his feet, 
"…Yeah, I’m special.” He said, disheartened.
“The boys always bully me at gym class, you didn't see it now, but you know…"
Bowser cupped George’s chin back up again and gave him a warm smile - warming the boy's heart. 
"I look for special boys like you to join my Kingdom."
George gasped with amazement, realising the implications of what Bowser just said, but was thrust inside of Bowser's wise towel - feeling his curly, coarse chest hair rub against his smoother scales and skin, unable to suppress his high-pitched boyish moans of delight as the friction kindled a fire in him. 
"How does it feel having another man's hairy body rub against you?"
Bowser quickly took him to his ‘coach's’ room, and securely locked the door behind him. 
(“Snatch succeeded.”)
He leaned the sexy kid over the table, took hold of his front, and forcefully gave him a thorough chin rubbing, his coarse fiery stubble prickling on that smooth scaly skin. The poor boy was going through sensory overload, moaning, and groaning like a twink on fire. He was overcome with so much emotion that he thought he was going to cry with happiness. 
"Yeah, you like my beard too?" 
George moaned and knelt his head over Bowser's shoulder, eyes pursed shut in pleasure as he felt his idol's coarse, manly hair rub and rustle against his younger smooth skin.
"Mmm, that's a good lad. Feel a proper man against you. Want me to show you a trick?”
Bowser’s huge cock was throbbing and rubbing against the smaller guy’s prick, the friction was too much for poor George - and he came all over Bowser’s strong, larger cock - coating his red treasure trial with his boy cum.
Once he did so, Bowser wrapped his lips around George’s mouth in a heat-of-the-moment kiss, caressing his strong hands all over his body, making him tremble and moan like a proper whore. 
“Mmm, fuck yeah, moan for daddy Bowser. Cum all inside my wizz, boy. My man fuzz always converts you boys into bitches!” He separated the sloppy kiss with a look of pure lust. 
“Bend over the fucking table, now.”
With a tone as deep and commanding as that, George had no choice but to comply. 
He bent over the table, with his hindquarters on full display, his chubby scaly ass looking very inviting to Bowser, who immediately started probing his shaft in-between those chubby asscheeks, growling out with horny lust. 
“Damn, but I wanna see that pretty mouth of yours choke on my cock. Get under my desk.” Bowser demanded once more.
George quickly shuffled under the desk, noticing the potent smell of cum and a bin full of overflowing cum-tissues - whatever Bowser has been doing here, it’s certainly not working. This looks like a chronic masturbator’s room.
“I hope you don’t mind the smell. Could help but jerk out a few loads to you while I watched you pranced around the gym.”
George’s nose was getting wafts of that dark, cummy smell - but, deep down, he really liked it, knowing the fact that Bowser jerks off to him. Then Bowser’s rock-hard uncut cock flopped out in front of him, sprouting out of a sweaty, unclean bush of red bushy pubes.
“Worship me. Go on.”
George has never sucked a cock before - but he cannot turn back now. Before he could even register that was doing it, he wrapped his mouth around Bowser’s fat tip and choked on it almost immediately from the sheer size difference of his small throat vs his king’s fat-as-fuck tip. 
“Aw, fuck, look at you - fucking slut. Now carefully wrap your mouth around my- shit, you're already doing it…? You'd fit right into my harem.”
That same warm feeling rushed over George again. He liked what Bowser was chuntering to him - his lust-filled compliments, yes, he thought that being called a “cocksucker” and “fag” by his greatest idol was a compliment. There was no doubt about it: George was well and truly the perfect candidate that Bowser was looking for. 
Hell, even for a man who’s had many Koopa servants wrapped around his taint, he’s never felt a mouth as tight and warm as this one. Maybe it’s because he’s so willing. Because he knows that he’s made to be cummed inside, just another toy for the king to be used and tossed away…
Bowser’s hands trembled at the side of the boy’s head - he so badly wanted to choke the boy on his cock then and there, make him deepthroat it all, but he knew that doing so would wear out the novelty of the situation, and edging on is always better than quickly blowing a wad inside.
So, yanking the preteen up, he slammed him on the desk, pencils and paper being blown away from the sheer force of the slam - prying George’s ass firmly apart and shoving his cock between those gluttonous cheeks.
“I hope you don’t mind if I’m rough, boy, but I really need this.”
Bowser was not even expecting an answer because he had already thrust his tip inside of the boy’s hot, tight asshole - getting milked by that tight grip.
“Yeah, you like that, kid? Fucking take it, umph umph - yeah…”
(Author’s Note: My god, I know that Bowser loves kids, but couldn’t he really do to treat them with some modicum of respect…? My bad, I’m forgetting something important. He’s a beast, and he’s a King, so he feels like he can do whatever he wants, even if that’s raping preteens.)
Bowser was thrusting inside of the kid with powerful thrusts, never letting up once, and holding down the boy firmly on the desk as he gave him a raw, powerful fucking. With each thrust that hilted inside Bowser inside of his Koopa-fleshlight’s ass, a boyish moan escaped from his lips - clearly enjoying the pounding he’s getting from his big daddy.
Bowser, meanwhile, kept on crashing his bush against that hairless soft ass of the cute Koopa kid, properly rawing him deep and good - taking his virginity the way that it should be taken, rough and hard. 
“Oh, keep quiet now, I don't want the rest of the boys to hear! Once they learn that King Bowser is fucking you, they'll all be clamouring for me!”
Bowser took great pleasure in seeing that thick ass bounce up and down from the force of his thrusts.
“Yeah, work that ass. You're a very special boy, you know that? I might have to send some extra money to your father just because that ass of yours is so sweet and tight. God you're so adorable, warm and tight… I love sweet little boys like you. Ughhh, urrggh, that’s it - I’m cumming! Aah, aa, aargghh-”
A deep growl reverberated throughout the room as Bowser fully hilted inside of his new boy-toy, cumming deep and hard inside of his tight little snatch.
“Fuck!” Another thrust, one which caused some splashback to his deposit of cum leaking out of the sides of his cock.
“You’re just -thrust- so fucking -thrust- slap slap- tight!”
Bowser collapsed into a heap of pleasure on George’s shell, groaning out in his ear. George’s shut his eyes shut in pleasure, his eyes a bit tearful from the pain he went through, but he was never fussed in the first place. As far as Bowser is concerned: George was made to be the King’s bitch.
“Your father is going to get some good news tomorrow, kid.”