In the heart of Far Far Away, Lord Farquaad, ruler of Duloc, and Shrek, the infamous ogre, found themselves in a particularly intimate encounter. Their relationship was one built on mutual respect and, unbeknownst to many, a deep carnal desire that neither could deny any longer.

One evening, as they sat by the fireplace in Farquaad's lavish chambers, the atmosphere grew thick with lust. The air hummed with their hushed whispers, as they discussed the wicked desires that tormented them both. Farquaad's eyes lingered on Shrek's bulging muscles and his thick, powerful frame, while Shrek admired Farquaad's stature- a tall man in comparison to himself, with sharp features that exuded dominance.

Their conversation eventually turned to the kink that both craved: rape fetish. The thought of one being overpowered by the other sent shivers down their spines. Shrek swallowed hard and glanced away, sheepishly admitting that he often fantasized about Farquaad forcing himself upon him in such a manner.

Farquaad smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Then let's make it real," he suggested, as he pushed Shrek onto the plush couch, straddling him with confidence and aggression. The air was now filled with the scent of testosterone and desperation.

Shrek squirmed under Farquaad's weight, his manhood swelling within his trousers. The smaller man reached for the ogre's belt buckle, undoing it with practiced ease before sliding a hand inside Shrek's pants. As he gripped the engorged shaft, Shrek gasped and arched his back in response to Farquaad's firm touch.

"I want you to imagine that I'm forcing myself upon you," Farquaad whispered into Shrek's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Imagine that there's nothing you can do to stop me from taking what I want."

With that command, Shrek surrendered himself fully to the fantasy. He let out a deep groan as Farquaad stroked him in earnest, his hand moving up and down the rigid length with increasing speed. His breath hitched with every firm grip of Farquaad's fingers around his swollen member.

The room echoed with Shrek's moans, growing louder and more desperate as he approached climax. The fantasy consumed him entirely- his mind filled with images of being powerless against the will of his master. Farquaad leaned in closer, nibbling on Shrek's earlobe, whispering sweet nothings that bordered on cruelty, as he continued to stroke the ogre's throbbing cock.

Shrek couldn't contain himself any longer- the pressure within him was too great. With a final cry, he came, spurting hot cum all over Farquaad's hand and his own stomach. The release was so intense that he slumped back onto the couch, panting heavily as he recovered from the overwhelming orgasm.

Farquaad leaned in to kiss Shrek gently on the lips, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he purred, withdrawing his hand from where it had worked its magic on Shrek's spent cock. The ogre could only nod, still catching his breath and basking in the afterglow.

In that moment, a new bond between Lord Farquaad and Shrek was forged- one of raw passion, trust, and the twisted desires that lay hidden within their hearts. They would return to these encounters time and again, each one more daring than the last, as they explored the darkest corners of their souls together. And though they ruled Far Far Away with an iron fist, it was in these secret moments of debauchery that they found true solace, far from the eyes of the kingdom that they both called home. }