R2-Jo-p4

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Fox opened his eyes and peered into the inky darkness. The painful emptiness gnawing at his belly continued to grow stronger and made it impossible for him to sleep, and he didn't dare go in search of the kitchen again. He had not eaten since the day before yesterday. Yesterday they had ridden all day without stopping to get here, and then Prince Walter led him around on a leash as the bald man feasted on an assortment of rich delicious smelling foods. The Prince had taken great pleasure in showing him off to the other wealthy nobles of the kingdom of Hahnaria, and he seemed to have forgotten that his slave needed to be fed or at least Fox assumed he forgot. He was no longer sure of anything. He had kept his head bowed as Prince Walter showed him off not meeting any of the nobles eyes, it was more from embarrassment at his own nakedness in front of those richly dressed lords and ladies than from submissiveness. In Prince Fox's kingdom they didn’t own slaves and he didn't understand the need, or why the Hahnarians had to torture and humiliate their slaves. The vivid memory of that beautiful green-eyed slave who lay bloodied and battered on the cold, corridor floor was now forever etched on his mind. He shivered recalling the other slaves used as living artwork impaled on those stone statues in the hallway. The slave Alex had warned him to run that evil was afoot, Fox thought that it was already here and had always been in Hahnaria.

His own feelings confused him most of all, begging to be whipped as the pain brought him ever closer to release, and wanting so much to please his master. He turned his head slightly and breathed in Prince Walter's rich scent. His head was resting on the Walter's muscular forearm as the large man lay sleeping curled behind him. The hotness of the large man's breath against the back of his neck was pleasant in the chilly bedroom. He concentrated on the feel of the Prince's body, the muscular arm draped over his waist, the thick fingers that lay limp just above his groin. His stomach fluttered excitedly as he felt the press of Prince's cock against his ass. Even in its flaccid state it was still massive. The coarseness of the large man's pubic hair against his smooth, hairless flesh was an instant reminder that this man owned him, body and soul. He had never experienced such pleasure in his life as he had in the arms of this one man.

Fox's mind turned again to the pretty green-eyed slave and wondered if he would experience a similar pleasure with him. His cock began to thicken at the mere thought of being with that pretty man. He chewed on his lower lip as he listened closely to Walter's steady snoring. Making sure his master was asleep he cautiously reached to touch himself. He wondered what it would feel like to fuck another man or a woman for that matter. He doubted he'd ever get the chance. He sighed dejectedly and stroked his marble hard cock. His master seemed unwilling to share him with anyone, and he couldn't imagine the Crown Prince allowing himself to be fucked. Were slaves allowed to have sex with each other? He'd have to ask the Prince.

A severe hunger pain hit him suddenly, causing him to lose his erection. He turned his face into Walter's arm and couldn't help the tears that sprang to his eyes. He had never gone hungry before and was frightened by the pain he felt in his empty belly. He had heard that people could starve to death. Fox fearfully thought that was what was happening to him, he had no idea how long the process took. He didn't want to die. Tears poured from his eyes as he brought his knees up to his stomach and wrapped his arms around them.

Walter awoke to a dampness on his arm and his slave's body quivering against his chest. Soft hiccup sobs shook the young man's body. He frowned wondering if he had inadvertently hurt his Beauty during their lovemaking. He wrapped his arms around the lean frame and pulled him close against his chest and gently kissed the back of his head.

"Ssh, Beauty, tell me why do you cry?"

"I … I don't want to die," Fox sobbed.

"You're not going to die. What makes you think such thoughts?"

"I am dying, master, please help me."

Walter became concerned when Fox doubled over in pain and wrapped himself into a tighter ball. The sun was coming up outside and it provided him with enough light to see his slave's suffering face.

"Beauty, tell me what's wrong?" he asked anxiously. He had never felt such fear in his life. He didn't want to lose this beautiful young man.

"I'll be good, master. Oh please, make the pain go away, don't let me die," he cried, rocking back and forth.

"Beauty, where do you hurt." He worriedly brushed the silky locks out of the young man's face and looked into two anguished filled hazel eyes.

"Mmmy bbelly, starving," Fox stuttered through hiccuped sobs.

Walter looked at him puzzled. "How can you be starving? It's only been twelve hours since we've last eaten. The servants will be here soon with our breakfast."

"You ate, not me."

The Prince sat stunned and thought back to the yesterday. They had left the inn before sunrise; he had wanted to reach the castle before dark, so they hadn't stopped to eat along the way. He had been so excited about showing off his Beauty to the other nobility. He recalled how proud he had been of Beauty's submissive posture. Walter absently remembered dining off trays brought around by serving wrenches, he couldn't recall tasting the food or even what he had eaten. Prince Walter frowned his memories didn't include him feeding his slave. So that meant Beauty had gone without food since the day before, and then they had only eaten a light lunch of cheese and fruits. He had been too caught up in making love to his new slave to think about food. How could he have been so remise as to not feed his slave in almost forty-eight hours?

The Prince climbed quickly out of bed and opened the door and growled at the first servant he saw. "YOU! Run to the kitchen and have the cooks send up my breakfast immediately! Tell them they have ten minutes or I will have them whipped!"

The wide-eyed servant hurried to do as the Crown Prince ordered. He knew from past experiences that the Prince would carry out his threat. Many a severe beating had been delivered by the order of Prince Walter.

The Prince rushed back to his Beauty's side and lifted him into his arms as he sat on the bed. He gently rocked the distraught man. "Beauty, you are not dying. It takes more than forty-eight hours for a human to starve to death," he said, kissing the tears away. "I expect you from now on to tell me immediately if you are ever in any pain, is that clear?"

Fox nodded his head relieved that he wasn't dying. He burrowed deeper into the Prince's protective embrace, burying his face against the side of the large man's neck.

The Crown Prince was overcome by feelings of tenderness for the beautiful man clinging to him. He had almost apologized to him, but caught himself before the words passed his lips. A Crown Prince never apologizes to anyone, and no one, not even the lowliest of servants would apologize to a slave.

"After you've eaten we will deal with your misbehavior from last night. Then I shall take you into the village where you can see first hand what happens to slaves who misbehave or are no longer desirable to their masters," Walter said gruffly, wanting to distance himself from the unfamiliar feelings his slave was bringing out in him.

***

Queen Regina chambers.

The Queen shrieked with rage when she saw her slave's perfect body brutally marked. "Guards, bring me Monn Noire immediately! Peter, is the scarring going to be permanent? I will not own a slave that is scarred, he will have to be sent to the village if he doesn't heal," she said hotly.

The groom closely examined the young man's wounds they were bad but with the right ointments and attention he should get them to heal without any permanent scarring. It appeared that the witch woman had already treated the most severe wounds. "My Queen, they will heal flawlessly with the proper attention."

The Dark Man walked into the Queen's chamber and bowed respectfully. As he rose from his bow he received an unexpected slap across his face and the sharp nails on the Queen's hand tore the flesh from his cheek.

He brought his hand up over his wound. "Bitch! What is the meaning of this?" he hissed as blood flowed from between his fingers seeping out from the deeply gouged flesh.

"I warned you, Monn Noire, not to damage my property! I want you out of here by nightfall," she shrieked.

The Dark Man looked over at Alex, frowning at the pretty young slave's battered body. The sneaky little vermin had out foxed him and would pay dearly for his betrayal. Once he ruled Hahnaria he would chain the pretty on all fours inside the kennels for his pack of hunting hounds to fuck. They had been specifically trained for this purpose; it was the greatest degradation that can befall a disobedient slave far greater than some of the fates that awaited them in the village.

"Regina, I will see you in hell," the Dark Man growled, turning on his heels he stormed out of the room. No, he would give the Queen to his hounds. The pretty, sly Alex he would break himself. He chuckled as he passed the conceited and self-centered Hahnarians in the palace's corridors. They had grown fat and complacent over the decades, too focused were they on the pleasures of the flesh and their dominance over the lesser kingdoms that they no longer could even fathom a threat to their rule. They arrogantly thought themselves indestructible and spent all their time fucking, eating, and drinking. They hardly had any training with the weapons of war like their predecessors before them had. Yes, Hahnaria was ripe for the slaughter and soon the masters would join their slaves in servitude to him.

The only Hahnarian that he expected to be of any real threat to his plans was the Crown Prince, but he was only one man against his dark horde. Oh when the Hahnarians beheld some of the creatures making up his army they shall quiver in their fine leather boots and beg to be killed outright.

***

Prince Fox trembled as his master looped a leather strip between his balls to separate them and pulled the strip taut, tying it off around his cock, which was straining within the leather bindings that held it at the pinnacle of arousal. The Crown Prince stood and picked up the nipple clamps and weights from the table. Fox recalled their painful pleasure from yesterday and his cock strained even further against the bindings.

Walter lowered his head to his Beauty's smooth chest and sucked on his left dusty pink nipple until it stood pert and hard. He enjoyed the feel of his slave's delicious flesh beneath his tongue and gentle pulled at the hard nipple with his teeth, smiling at the moan of pleasure he enlisted from the young man. He then clamped the weights and chain onto it and proceeded the same process with the right one.

Fox moaned, tossing his head back at the erotic pleasure of having his nipple sucked and nipped. The brief pain the clamps caused soon turned into a dull throbbing sensation that went straight to his groin and furthered tightened the straps that bound his cock.

Prince Walter guided his beauty over to a leather covered horse that stood waist high. "Bend over and spread your legs," he directed.

Fox looked at the horse with a mixture of dread and arousal as he positioned his body over it. His pleasantly full belly lay over its top and his bound, plump cock was painfully pressed into its cold side. The nipple clamps and chain swung freely away from his chest over the back of the horse.

Walter admired the sight and picked up additional weights, which he attached to the each nipple clamps and watched as the nipples were stretched away from the young man's body. His cock leaped inside his codpiece at his Beauty's moans of agony. Then Walter pull his slave's wrists down and fastened each with soft leather straps attached to the floor behind the horse, they firmly held Fox bent over the horse. The Prince then proceeded to do the same with Beauty's ankles. The ankle straps were four feet apart in the front of the horse, they nicely spread his slave wide open for whatever he desired to do to him.

Prince Walter licked his lips hungrily as his Beauty's dusty pick hole lay fully exposed for his enjoyment. He ran a dry finger down the crease and toyed with the tight opening. He then bent and followed the same path with his tongue and pushed against the puckered entrance. It took a bit for his tongue to gain entrance; his slave's hole was tightly clenched. He forced his tongue in as far as it would go enjoying the earthy taste and the whimpers coming from his Beauty. After several minutes of thrusting in and out he felt the hole relax as his slave's body adjusted to his bound position.

Fox felt Walter's tongue withdrawal from his ass and cold air touched his wet hole sending additional shivers up his spine. He was unable to see what the large man was doing from his bent over position and instant dread filled him. He pulled anxiously at the leather straps holding his arms to the floor. Then he felt a large blunt object pressing against his anus. It was too cold to be his master's cock and he tried to wiggle away from it and received a swift swat on his ass.

"Hold still, Beauty," the Prince growled. "This sweet hole belongs to me and I'll fill it with whatever pleases me," he said, forcing the first inch of the butt plug past the tightly clenched sphincter muscle. The six inch long plug expanded in circumference toward the middle then it narrowed to a knobbed handled, the widest part of the plug was three inches, and the Prince was having difficulty in getting the plug over its center hump. The Prince's own cock had over a three-inch girth and he had easily penetrated his slave. He realized that fear was causing the young man to clamp down. "I command you to open yourself to me, Beauty," he growled, his powerful muscles straining as he pushed harder on the plug slowly forcing it in deeper. He stopped to apply more lube, being extremely careful not to tear the tender flesh of his slave's anus.

Prince Fox whimpered in pain and chewed fearfully on his bottom lip to keep from crying out at the intense burning sensation in his ass. He tried to do what his master commanded, but he couldn't focus pass the pain in his backside. His body sagged with relief as the plug slid past the center hump and narrowed sliding the rest of the way inside him. His whole body trembled at the throbbing coming from his ass and at the fullness of being filled by the plug. The hard knob forced his ass cheeks wider apart and his anal muscles tried to dispel the intruder, but it was too firmly imbedded inside his rectum.

Walter kissed each round, smooth buttock, admiring the dark wooden plug that protruded from between those ivory mounds. He stood and walked around the horse, lifting his Beauty's head up by his chin, he bent and kissed the tear stained face. "You will eventually become accustomed to opening yourself up at my command, my pet. This object is small compared to some of the toys I plan to fill you with," he purred, kissing those quivering lips. The prince deepened the kiss and at the same time batted at the weights hanging from his slave's nipples. He swallowed the pain filed groan that escaped past his pet's lips.

"Now it is time for your punishment. Beauty, I want you to learn well that you are never to leave these rooms alone." The Prince spoke softly as he removed a paddle from the cabinet. "I am going to give you fifteen swats. I am going lightly on you this time since you did not know what I expected of you. Next time I will not be so lenient."

Prince Walter placed his left hand on the middle of his slave's back and felt the body tense, he brought the paddle down hard on those beautiful creamy buttocks, bringing an instant rosy hue to them.

Fox shrieked as the paddle jarred the plug inside his ass, driving it in deeper, then he moaned as slid back in place brushing his prostate. Each painful hit of the paddle on his flank left him reeling in pain then followed by pleasure as the plug moved inside him. His whole body was a bundle of sensations as every nerve ending was on lit on fire with each painful swat. His cock swelled and he was unable to stop the orgasm that was eventually forced out of him. The force of his release caused his anal muscles to contract around the hard wooden object as his cock spurted uncontrollably. "Please stop, I'm sorry," he cried, as the painful beating continued.

Walter was openly drooling over his slave's bright red ass. His cock was rock hard and painfully pushing against the confines of his codpiece. "Silence, Beauty," he growled. Delivering the final three blows hard and fast, he tossed the paddle away and quickly freed his cock then reached for the knob of the plug. His fingers brushed against the hot red flesh and he couldn't wait to feel that heat against his cock as he sank into his Beauty. Grasping the knob, he pulled it free.

Prince Fox moaned, writhing on the horse too weak to even cry out as his master sank his massive cock into him, and proceeded to fuck him mercilessly. Walter crushed Beauty's body into the horse as the force of his thrusts grew stronger. The big man strove for his own release, no longer concentrating on his slave's pleasure. Fox felt lighted headed from his bent over position, too little sleep and food in the past forty-eight hours had him spinning and just as he felt the cock inside him swell and his master's release the world around him grayed.

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Michael's turn!