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The weather had turned cold, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke as autumn fires burned. The coronation procession was two miles long, winding its way through the village and to the palace. Aaron, the Captain of the Guard, rode his white stallion at the front of the procession. Armor of gold and scarlet covered the broad chest and muscled limbs of the honor guard as they flanked the members of nobility making their way toward the soon-to-crowned King Walter. There were thousand of peasants lining the road cheering on the soldiers, clergy and noblemen. Flowers were thrown, covering the dirt road in a rainbow of soft petals and filling the air with the sweet scent of ending summer. Royal slaves, naked and gilded, were harnessed and fitted with butt plugs that had long strands of horse hair attached to be tossed about by the slave's stomping legs. These slaves pulled small carts in which rode their masters and mistresses. Jugglers and acrobats entertained the crowd as the procession moved on.

Crown Prince Walter stood in the Great Hall surrounded by ministers and visiting nobility. He could see Fox's parents standing in an alcove surrounded by fully clothed servants. Fox's mother was staring entranced at her son, who sat naked at Walter's feet. Sensing his slave's tension, Walter reached down to stroke his head gently. Though he would not deign to look down at Beauty, he knew the prince was blushing wildly as he was ogled and admired. He knew too that Beauty was trying to slowly move his spread thighs together to hide his tortured erection, bound and lifted with gold rings. With a light tap to the side of Beauty's face. Walter indicated that Beauty was to stay still. He could hear the sound of those muscled, lithe legs parting further and he smiled in satisfaction. Kneeling at his left side was the prince Alex. He too was bound and lifted, his head down in subservience, but Walter could bet he was not blushing, was in fact peering at the crowd through thick, black lashes. He tapped Alex's head and smiled at the small sound of frustration as Alex once again lowered those jade eyes.

Walter thought back to the night three months previous that his mother had been attacked and nearly killed by the beasts sent to assassinate her. Had it not been for Alex, they would all be dead. The Queen had lapsed into a state of insanity, though no one was permitted to voice that fact. She was kept quiet and cared for in the dowager castle only three miles north. She had no slaves to play with, as she screamed anytime she saw naked flesh. She had torn out large chunks of her glorious, ebony hair and had had to be bound those first long weeks. The ministers had finally come to Walter with their decision. The Queen was no longer fit to rule.

The Dark Man had faded away and though Walter suspected he plotted in the background to still take his place as ruler, Alex's people had come forward to pledge their protection and had offered several of their most beautiful citizens to serve Walter. Other kingdoms too, who had for so long given their future rulers into the hands of the Queen to be shaped into rulers who understood what it meant to be at the mercy of the powerful, came forth in support. Those days had been filled with past royal slaves, now rulers themselves who benefited from the training they received in Haneria. Seeing their smiling faces Walter was faced with how much the Dark Man had changed the kingdom in his time behind the Queen. Slaves were treated dismally with that man's presence…the dreamland of royal bodies displayed, disciplined and pampered had become a playground for darker fantasies. Walter was determined to change that. He would return to the time when slaves were taken in as a service and an offering from their families. Families who expected to have returned to them a man or woman ready to serve their people.

He stroked Alex's head. The prince had been so badly treated. He had been stolen from his people even when his people had refused to send their future king. As it was, Alex had refused to leave Haneria when his people came forth. Walter smiled at that, he knew Alex was staying for his own reasons, and that reason was kneeling on his right side, so beautiful it was almost painful to look at him. What a sweet pair these two were. Beauty was taking to his training very well…in private. It was the public display that horrified him. Walter had been so busy of late that he had not been able to suitably display his lovely slaves, that too would change. Surprisingly it was Beauty who was the most trouble; he would balk at the oddest things. To be bound and whipped while he was forced to service Alex bothered him not in the least. It was when he was to whip Alex or to bind Alex that he hesitated. That hesitation was so beautiful too. A small, pleading look, those mercurial eyes, a small whimper, the full bottom lip being tugged on by white teeth. Walter loved it; he…loved the slave. He had to admit it to himself if to no other. He had endeavored not to cheat Fox from his full training because of his own tender feelings, but even he was not immune to those long, pleading stares. He knew Beauty loved Alex, but that knowledge was softened by the truth of Beauty's love for Walter. It was a cautious yet adoring love, evidenced by Beauty's penchant for curling as close to Walter as possible in his sleep, by his happiness when it was just he and Walter. Beauty would often seek time alone with Walter, obviously wanting him all to himself. It was enough to make Walter want to swing him up in the air and assure Fox of his love.

That wouldn't do at all. Not at all.

The procession had reached the palace and the royal guard escorted in the nobles. Walter gestured to his Captain to secure the room and the ceremony began.

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Fox wasn't able to speak to his parents, but his father had nodded in his direction. It had surprised him that his father and mother were so un-shocked by the naked slaves. It never occurred to him that his enforced chastity had been only to save him from the curse, not due to any modesty on the part of his parents. It would have shocked him to the depths of his soul were he to know that his parents had grown to approve of Haneria's training of future rulers after having talked to those rulers after he had been claimed by the Crown Prince. Those early days of his captivity were like a dream to him now. His own desires warring with his instinct to rebel and the fear he felt every time he looked into the Crown Prince's stern face.

Now the King, Fox mused. Walter was now King and the Queen was locked away. Fox had been surprised, utterly at how things had changed after that night, the night the Dark Man had tried to take over the kingdom. Slaves still bedecked stone statues as living art, but they were watched carefully by servants, played with incessantly by nobles and let down after only a few hours to be bathed and rewarded. Slaves were still punished for the enjoyment of the Court, but those punishments while harsh were almost unbearably erotic. No slave was to be marked permanently and no blood was allowed to be drawn. Caretakers watched every punishment scene carefully and would move in to stop it when it appeared a whip might break the skin, or flesh would be bruised by too amorous attention.

The Court seemed lighter after that, the nobles happy to be monitored and their slaves well cared for. Games were played with slaves. Pretty females would be tied to small carts, their legs open and their bodies filled with smooth dildos as magnificent male slaves were fitted to the harness and a race would ensue, sometime ten such pairs racing down the bridle path at a time. The princesses would be flush with desire after such a ride and carried off by caretakers or their handlers to be prepared to please their master or mistress. The males would be whipped with silken lashes and then displayed in the halls. Mealtimes were strict and caretakers monitored how many hours of sleep a slave received. There were days of rest when all a slave had to do was bask in scented, heated pools, lay on tables and have their bodies massaged, or talk to other slaves, something that was forbidden outside of those times without the permission of the nobles. Fox shivered in pleasure at the memory of his first massage. The caretaker had worked his every muscle with such soothing strength that Fox had almost been asleep when the man had oiled his fingers and slipped them inside his anus to massage his prostate. That experience had been so odd. The fingers were cool and utterly devoid of sexual intent, but they stroked and kneaded his gland until Fox had cried out, fearing that he would orgasm without permission. He had been soothed and assured that there were no rules for this day and he had come screaming. But, still the fingers massaged him and his legs scissored on the table as pleasure once again built. When he had been brought to orgasm three times in that way he had stumbled, bonelessly toward Alex, who was soaking, half-asleep in the large, warm pool.

Alex had looked at him with a smile of contentment. "Aren't those massages great?"

Fox could only nod and slip into the warm water beside Alex. Indeed his body did feel good. The massage to his prostate, though pleasurable, had been intended to work out any soreness that constantly being filled and fucked may have caused.

Fox wondered how many days before his next day of rest. They came, it seemed, without order, but never further apart than six days. Sitting crouched by the King's throne, Fox surreptitiously watched as Alex was led to the center of the Great Hall and bound to a punishment cross. Those long legs were spread and tied with the softest of leather. His cock was stroked and once suitably throbbing, it was bound upright, his tight balls forced up as well. His arms were tied, spread over his head and his mouth was opened by a ball gag tied gently over his face. When he would have been blindfolded the King held up his hand.

"I want to see his eyes," Walter murmured, toying with Fox's own throbbing organ.

Alex blinked slowly and Fox licked his lips in anticipation. Punishment wasn't necessarily earned for disobedience, but could be just for the pleasure of the nobles. Fox wasn't afraid for Alex for he knew the King would never sanction any abuse of a slave especially one of his own. Though Alex had been punished publicly before by one of the handlers, Fox himself had never been punished by anyone save the King or at his behest and for his pleasure, by Alex. Alex was a great favorite in the court and whenever the King allowed him to be punished for their pleasure, they flocked to the hall with lust filled anticipation. Though they longed to see the beautiful Fox punished in public once again, they would never presume to suggest it of their king. Their loyalty to Walter was unswerving and they followed his wishes to the letter. He had strengthened Haneria once more, and the military power was such that no kingdom had cause to complain of Haneria's ability to protect them from the Sultan to the West.

The handler oiled Alex's body and Fox frowned when the man lightly kissed Alex's lips. This particular handler had taken quite a liking to the beautiful, green-eyed prince. Though the handler was young, handsome and extremely well muscled, Fox hated him. He was always stroking and soothing Alex. Kissing him between whips of the lash. Whispering to Alex as he flogged Alex's cock. Why didn't the King protest? It was obvious that this handler was taking too many liberties! Had he done any such thing to Fox the King would have had his head. Fox couldn't know that it did indeed bother the King, but that the King was enforcing his possession of Fox by forcing him to watch Alex fall in love, if even for those small moments of time, with the handsome handler.

Walter smiled to himself as Fox shifted angrily. How would his little Beauty react if he knew these session were to discipline him more so than the already delightfully trained Alex? He would probably give one of his beautiful pouts and try to wheedle his own will by charming the king, Walter knew. And he would almost succeed, such was Walter's obsession with Beauty. He simply tapped Fox's cheek with a small leather strap and bade him watch the scene unfolding before him.

Alex stared into Misha's blue eyes, already craving what Misha would do…what only Misha could do for him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, he loved Prince Fox and even the King, not this handler. But, when Misha stroked Alex's cock with the leather strap Alex panted with lust. Misha would whip his cock, whip it until his would want to scream with agony and unbearable pleasure. Until Alex would beg silently to be allowed to come, and then Misha would stop and work on his ass, toying with his anus, tapping it harder and harder until Alex would beg silently to be fucked. When the first light tap on the head of his cock came, Alex bucked his hips and moaned through the ball gag. Moisture leaked from the tip of his cock and Misha paused to take it on his finger and slowly slide that finger in his mouth. The Lords and Ladies present sighed in approval and then the next blow hit, and the next and then next.

Misha leaned in and licked Alex's ear. "Shh, pretty prince, you can come…soon."

Alex whimpered and tossed his head, blind to the activity around him.

Walter licked his lips as Alex was whipped so intimately. He brought Beauty's hand up to unfasten his breeches and then brought Beauty up to sit on his lap. He arranged Beauty's body so he could slide inside that tight sheath and Beauty gasped as eyes switched from the erotic scene of discipline to the sight of the unparalleled beauty of being filled. His legs were spread wide as the King moved his hips slightly, moving that fat cock inside and out in short slides. The King watched Alex being punished as he bent to kiss and suck on Beauty's neck. He brought one of Beauty's hands to Beauty's swollen cock and together they stroked it slowly.

"Take off Prince Alex's gag, Misha," he commanded.

Fox watched as Alex's gag was removed, his eyes widened as the King thrust up hard in response to Alex's low moan. Fox's legs were spread so far apart it was just on the cusp of pain.

Misha toyed with Alex's nipples, twisting the sensitive flesh with his big fingers. He pulled at the flesh and once the flesh was erect and pointing out from the muscled chest, Misha used a small crop to strike the sweet nipple. He smiled as Alex rocked his hips in tandem with the strikes.

"You like this don't you, slave?" He nipped at Alex's earlobe.

Alex tossed his head, his cock an aching need. When Mish moved to the next nipple Alex could not restrain the small whimpers that so affected the Lords and Ladies. The sound of submission, the sound of pleasure irrevocably tied to pain, Alex voiced those sounds so beautifully.

Misha moved behind Alex and began to stroke the muscled back with a silken whip. Alex whimpered knowing that the large knots on the ends of the thick strands would sting but not hurt. It was how Misha started, and then he would move to the leather. He raised his eyes carefully, finding his Fox. He moaned at the pretty picture Fox made, straddling the king's large thighs and riding that fat cock. After several minutes of the cool sting of silk, Alex groaned as the leather began to lash him. His thighs trembled and his hands clenched into fists as the whipping intensified. He moaned, unashamed that the Court was taking pleasure in his cries and the bucking of his body, he existed for this moment only to please Misha. Misha was kissing his neck, pausing the whipping long enough to toy with Alex's cock.

"Don't come yet, slave," Misha purred, his voice heavy with lust, wanting only to enter the gorgeous slave. The King had yet to allow that, but Misha rubbed his leather-encased erection against the round buttocks, simulating copulation. The Court cheered and encouraged him to continue. Alex was thrusting into Misha's hands and Misha bit his neck passionately.

"Look how lovely he is, Beauty. Look how utterly undone he is," Walter purred. "Look how wonderfully exposed."

Fox could only whimper, wanting Walter to thrust harder. He dared to move in a more aggressive manner, only to have his tender inner thigh slapped. He cried out and let the King set the pace once more. Alex was making the most wonderful sounds. Fox was so involved in the feeling of being filled, being stroked that the animosity towards Misha faded as the pleasure, the intensity overwhelmed him. He leaned his head back on Walter's broad shoulder and looked up beseechingly.

"What is it, Beauty," Walter chuckled, knowing already.

"Please let me come," Fox gasped.

"Soon, my love. Soon," Walter purred.

"Oh, ple…ease."

Another slap on his thigh and a tightening squeeze on his throbbing cock was his answer.

"Please," Alex whispered.

"Come!" Misha whispered in his ear, and with a glad cry Alex bucked his hips and orgasmed. Misha rubbed his crotch wildly on the hard flesh of Alex's ass and his cry of completion joined with Alex's.

The Court cheered and begged for more, more punishment, more of Alex. Several eyes turned to the King and his slave as the King allowed the beauty to come. In all it had been quite the show. As Alex was released from his bonds and led out of the room, two princesses were carried in and the show continued.

***

Walter sat on a velvet, plush stool beside Fox's bath. He had dismissed the attendant and was washing Beauty himself. He stroked the sea sponge down the long, graceful back as Beauty sighed in pleasure at the attention.

"Would you like to take a trip, my Beauty?" Walter asked softly.

Beauty smiled into his bent knees, "If you would, my King."

Walter smiled. "Where would I like to go, do you think?"

"To the mountains?" Fox ventured.

"No, not the mountains, it is too cold. Though the image of you laying on a bed of white fur, warmed only by my lash and my tongue, is indeed tempting," the King said as he scrubbed Beauty's back.

"Oh. Oh then how about the southern coast. It…it is beautiful this time of year."

"No, someplace where you can become ever more my slave."

"I am that already, my King. Where can I go that I would learn something I already know?" Fox was genuinely bemused until the memory of the village came to him. His cock hardened immediately as he imagined the public turntable where pretty slaves were beaten for the enjoyment not of peers but of common people, dirty peasants. Dirty, sweaty, muscular and coarse peasants.

Walter chuckled as his saw the erection his Beauty was trying to hide. "Where can we go, Beauty?"

"The…the village?" There was a wealth of desire in that voice.

"Ah! I would never have thought of that," Walter purred as his large hand found Beauty's hard flesh. He began to stroke it slowly. "The village is a hard place for a pretty prince. There you would find the true meaning of powerlessness, of sexual slavery."

Fox gasped as the words melted into the sliding motion of Walter's fist. The village was so close and yet it was a world away from the glamour of the Palace. "Would I have to service others, my King?"

Walter frowned, but only momentarily. "If that is what it takes to completely break you to me, my stubborn young one. If that is what it takes."

Fox groaned and he jerked with lust. To be taken by such coarse men, on rough tables, strapped over barrels of ale…he cried out and came, hard.

"Oh, Beauty. You didn't have permission," Walter tasked lightly. "Now I shall have to punish you."

Fox looked into the King's soft brown eyes and licked his lips. "Yes, my King, please punish me."

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