Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
Writers:
Michael too@amorous.com
StarWindDancer StarWindDancer@hotmail.com
Nicole czara18@aol.com
Jo B. purplefox7@aol.comDisclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen, etc. are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting.
Summary: The story is based on Anne Rice's "Beauty" Books.
Author's note: This story is being written as a collaborative round robin. If you enjoy the story, please, send feedback to one of the writers listed above, they will pass it on to the others.
Warning: This story contains sexual interaction between males. It is a *BDSM* story!! If the subject matter offends you do not read any further.
Once upon a time in a small but beautiful kingdom a child was born to a kind and honest King and Queen. They named their child Fox to remind themselves of a very special fox hunt where their child was conceived. At the official presentation of young Prince Fox to the rest of the kingdom, a huge celebration was held and guests from around the kingdom came bearing gifts. During the celebration a loud commotion was heard. The wicked and evil fairy Krizkhartor had arrived. The King and Queen gasped, in their joy over the birth of such a beautiful child they had forgotten to invite him.
He walked into the center of the throne room, the Queen put herself between her child and Krizkhartor. "You cannot protect that child from me," the horrible fairy spoke, "for being so rude in not inviting the most creative and powerful of all fairies. The creator of so many magical and wondrous miracles ...," Krizkhartor began to notice that the all the guests had begun to nod off. This happened a lot when he raved. He shook his mane of unruly white hair and cleared his throat loudly. When he had the frightened attention of all the guest again he continued, "I curse this child that on his 18 birthday he will discover the pleasure of his body and at that moment he will die!" the horrible old fairy cackled in victory. The King, angered beyond words, ordered his guards to take Krizkhartor but he disappeared in a burst of fire and smoke and lightening and more fire and more smoke and more lightening until he *FINALLY* left. Many guests rolled their eyes at this display it was so typical of Krizkhartor. But as the truth behind Krizkhartor's words sunk in, they all turned to the King and Queen. Both of whom were in tears over the horrible fate of their beautiful Prince.
Finally, a small voice spoke, "Majesties, while we are not powerful enough to erase Krizkhartor's curse we may be able to lessen it's power," said Morganor one of the two good fairies present. Both he and the fairy Wong had served under the tyrannical rule of Krizkhartor, they had finally escaped his clutches and tried to produce things on their own. All of their ventures failed and so they found themselves now working, forecasting the weather for the Kingdom. All eyes turned towards the two fairies.
"I will bless the Prince so that instead of dying he will instead fall into a deep sleep for a hundred years but if he is not saved in the hundred years he will die," Morganor said sadly.
"Not necessarily," said the fairy Wong. "My blessing is that, if the lips of the Prince's true love can kiss him before the 100 years are over then he will awaken, for true love is a power that not even Krizkhartor has dominion over."
"And if the Prince can be prevented from experiencing the pleasures of the flesh till after the clock strikes the final 12th bell on the night of his 18th birthday then all will be well and the Prince will gone on to live a long life," prophesied the fairy Morganor.
And so the King ordered that the Prince be protected from all exposure to the joys of the flesh. The Prince was raised an innocent. He grew from a beautiful child into a beautiful young man. Tall of stature with a slim athletic figure. He excelled in fencing becoming a champion in both saber and epee. Many would watch his matches just to be there when Prince Fox would remove his mask and reveal his smiling face and rich chestnut hair.
While many who first heard Krizkhartor's curse began to feel that it would never come to pass, the two fairies Morganor and Wong were vigilant in their watch to protect the young Prince. They took the place of his nurses when he was a child and then his valets as he became a man. Each night one of them would cast a spell so that Prince Fox would only dream innocently.
On the day of his eighteenth birthday, the King and Queen were overjoyed, thinking they had beaten Krizkhartor's curse. The day passed in one long party. By the evening all had been overcome with drink and food. Prince Fox made his way back to his quarters. There he was alone for once. His two valets had fallen asleep in their cups. He stood before the tall mirror in his room and to his drunken mind it seemed that it wasn't him staring back at him but rather someone different and beautiful. He found himself watching as the figure in the mirror slowly removed his jacket and shirt. He stood transfixed as the figure's hands wandered up and down the pale smooth flesh of his torso. He let out a whimper of lust as fingers brushed excited nipples. The figure continued to caress it's body. Finally, the figure began to remove it's breeches. He gasped as he saw the figure open them enough to free the straining member trapped inside. He felt such exquisite pleasure as the figure took the hard member in it's hand. He thought he would faint as his body filled with pleasure. It seemed to be focused on the hard length that throbbed in the figure's hand. Suddenly, his pleasure became too much and he spurted it out of his cock. His hand became covered with the thick evidence of his pleasure. He panted and tried to catch his breath but soon the room began to spin. He felt himself slump to the floor and then nothing but blackness.
In the main hall of the castle the loud victorious cackle of Krizkhartor woke all from their slumber. The evil fairy had triumphed. Waiting all these years he had spelled the wine and food to be bring drowsiness and so render Prince Fox's protectors incapacitated. And it was he who enchanted the Prince's mirror to seduce him.
Immediately, the King, the Queen, Morganor and Wong ran to the Prince's rooms. There to their dismay they found him lying on the floor. Nothing could wake him. With sad hearts they realized that Prince Fox had fallen victim to the curse. The King and Queen in their grief asked the two fairies to perform one favor for them. They asked that the same fate that befell their only child be extended to all in the castle so he would not be alone. The two fairies granted that wish after the King and Queen had retired to their chambers. Soon all of the inhabitants of the castle slept the same deathless slumber except for the two fairies. In shame that they had let their beautiful Prince fall victim to Krizkhartor's curse they vowed that they would guard him until his true love came.
They carried Prince Fox to his bed. There they laid him naked. The first eyes to see this sight would be those of Prince Fox's true love.
And so the two fairies began their vigil. Casting spells they made the castle fade away from view. Soon a large dense forest walled in the castle and its sleeping inhabitants.
100 Years Later
Prince Walter rode his stallion through the lonely forest of the small kingdom that bordered his own. He had come here out of curiosity. The legend was that hidden in the forest was a castle whose inhabitants had been cursed to sleep for a hundred years. He thought this foolish but interesting none the less. So he found himself riding through the forest. The sunlight that dappled the forest floor barely found its way through the thick canopy. It seemed that his horse wanted to take the lead. Since it was such a peaceful ride he let the beast carry them to wherever it felt like going. To his amazement he began to see that they were riding towards a hill and atop that hill was indeed a castle. His interest piqued, Prince Walter took back the reins and set his horse to a gallop. Quickly they arrived at the castle gate. It was silent but he felt nothing but a sweet sadness. Once in the courtyard, he dismounted and entered the castle. He drew back in alarm when he came upon a body. However, he relaxed when he realized that it was not a body - the person was simply asleep. He was shocked that the old tale was true. He moved into the castle. He found himself drawn up the central staircase. He did not know why but he felt himself moving towards a specific door. All of his instincts told him to open it.
When he did so, he let out a gasp. There on the bed in the center of the room lay a young man of unsurpassed beauty. Walter walked over and simply gazed down at this beauty. He sat down and let his hand play with the thick chestnut hair. He let the back of his hand trace the side of the sleeping face. He ran a finger along the wide lush mouth. He wondered how much fuller those lips would become if he bit and teased them. His finger traced the long elegant neck. What would that neck look with a collar, he mused. His fingers found themselves playing with the large dusky nipples. He knew that he would love to train those to stand full and erect at any stimuli. He stroked the strong flat stomach with the back of his hand until he encountered the lush and soft hair of the young man's sex. His hand traveled down a bit more to the young man's cock. It felt good in this hand. Not overly large nor thick. It seemed like the body it was attached to - perfect. His own cock was hard and weeping behind the confines of his codpiece.
He had to relieve the pressure in himself. He removed all of his clothing and laid down up this beauty. Rubbing his cock into the body beneath him brought frustration more than anything. He leaned back and placed both legs upon his shoulder. He spat into his palm to coat the throbbing hardness of his sex. Positioning himself he placed the blunt head of his cock up against the tight opening. With one mighty thrust he pushed in. He gasped as his cock was surrounded by a clenching heat.
He leaned down and wrapping his strong hand in those thick locks he brought that lush mouth to his. He forced his tongue into that closed mouth as he continued to thrust into the sleeping body. All of a sudden those eyelids fluttered open and soon he found himself staring into hazel eyes. Those eyes went from confusion to startlement as their owner realized what was happening to him.
The young man made an effort to push Prince Walter off but was no match for the greater strength and determination of Prince Walter. He soon found his hands held above his head by a strong hand. He was held immobile. An alien pleasure began flowing through his body. He looked up at his captor and was aroused at seeing the look of passion on that handsome face. Soon his body began to react on its own. He began to push up to increase the depth of penetration. His cock which had stayed dormant now began to fill with blood. Fox found himself drowning in the new joy of being filled. Each thrust of that hard organ seemed to stretch himself more. It was so incredible to be filled by a cock.
Prince Walter could not believe how wonderful it felt to claim this beautiful young man. He could tell that the young man was born to serve. He had the sensuality of a wild animal. He knew that he would not last long. He began to thrust harder as he bit the full lower lip of his new prize. The young man moaned with both pleasure and pain as his lip was bit and the young man's cock rubbed against Walter's hairy stomach. The sensation must have been too much for the young man because soon Walter felt the young man's cock spurt his satisfaction onto his stomach. The first spasm that racked the body beneath him was the trigger for his own orgasm. He came with a roar as he emptied his seed deep inside this young man.
He lay there panting laying on top of the young man. Walter collapsed and laid his head down on the beauty's chest. He could feel the young man's heart beating furiously under him.
They both were not prepared as the door to the room was thrown opened and three men and a woman charged in. They all stood staring at the site of the two men still linked by Prince Walter's member in union. Prince Walter casually extricated himself from his new lover after a quick kiss and wrapped a sheet around himself. He turned to face the now furious face of one of the men who appeared to be the King if the crown was any indication.
"Who are you? And how dare you violate my house in this manner," the Kind shouted.
"I am Crown Prince Walter of Hahnaria," Prince Walter replied with authority. Both the King and Queen gasped and moved back a pace. "Good so you do remember your kingdom's obligation to Hahnaria. And I suspect you paid your kingdom's tribute yourselves." By the blush on their faces he knew that it was true.
"Since it is obvious that you understand what I am saying, I tell you now that I claim this young man as tribute for Hahnaria. You have been remiss for over 100 years in not sending tribute. This beauty will even that score," Prince Walter told the King and Queen. They would have spoken but theirs' was a tiny kingdom that owed all of its protection from the power of Hahnaria. They knew they had no choice.
"Since that has always been the tradition we will let you take our only child as tribute to Hahnaria. We cannot say we are truly unhappy because you awakened him and us from a sleep that would have turned to death at the end of one hundred years," the King said sadly. "We will arrange a dinner in your honor. When will you leave us?"
"We leave tomorrow. Pray tell what is the beauty's name?", Prince Walter asked.
"He is our beloved Fox," the Queen spoke for the first time.
Prince Walter turned to face the bed and the figure still cowering there. "Fox", he said quietly. "If you would leave us I need to become better acquainted with my Fox." The others left the room to see to the rest of the castle.
Prince Walter walked over to an armoire and found a dressing gown. Dropping the sheet he put the dressing gown on and moved to sit on a chair opposite the bed. Looking into Fox's shocked eyes he said, "Come to me." Fox slowly rose he reached for the sheet Prince Walter had discarded. "No, you do not need that. I want you naked," Prince Walter barked. Fox found himself drop the sheet as if it was on fire when that commanding voice spoke. He trembled a bit as he stood. Before he could take one step, Prince Walter said in a deep and powerful voice, "On your hands and knees. Crawl to me."
Fox was taken aback. Why should he crawl like an animal. However, when he pictured himself crawling naked to the handsome and hulking presence in the chair he felt his member begin to reawaken. He complied and found himself getting excited. He had never had anyone ask him to do something so humiliating. He felt flush with a strange desire. He began to crawl towards Prince Walter.
When he came to the chair in which Prince Walter sat he did not know what to do so he sat back on his haunches and sat there. He felt embarrassed and so did not raise his eyes to look at the other Prince.
Prince Walter smiled. His new prize was a natural submissive. Even when he came to stop he seemed to know how to sit. All that was needed was to have Fox keep his hands behind his back in a proper posture for a slave. "Hold your hands behind your back," Prince Walter barked. Once again he was pleased by the quick compliance.
"Now, my beauty, kiss my feet," he ordered. First a look of shock came over Fox. Then he began to lower his face to kiss the large well formed feet of Prince Walter. This was all new to Fox but with his upbringing it was terribly exciting. He found himself responding with arousal at everything Prince Walter was commanding him to do. Even now as he kissed those large feet, he breathed deeply the scent of leather from Prince Walter's boots.
"Now, you may kiss the other," Prince Walter commanded. Fox complied finding great pleasure in doing so. "Stop, you will now open this gown with your mouth only."
Fox leaned up and grabbed one end of the dressing gown's belt and pulled the bow. He leaned down again to open the ends. He gasped as he surveyed the powerful musculature of Prince Walter. The body before him was at least 40 pound heavier. All in muscles. His eyes took in the long powerful legs. The strong arms bulging with muscles and restrained strength. He was amazed at the well defined chest covered in rich brown hair. He found himself looking into the face of this new Prince. The face was strong. Handsome and etched with character. The visage he looked upon was stern with its own appraisal but the eyes were the most gentle looking brown he had ever seen.
Prince Walter was glad that Fox found his body desirable. Not that it mattered but an excited slave made for a better companion in bed. He was almost undone when those beautiful eyes shyly looked at his. His member had risen again. It was filled with the blood his pounding heart was pumping.
"Fox, now take my cock in your mouth," Prince Walter ordered. Fox hesitated for a second but then leaned down. He stared intently at Prince Walter's cock. It was huge. He had avoided looking at it out of his upbringing but now he could appreciate it's length and thickness. It looked like a powerful lance. Or a battering ram. It would never be called elegant because it was a thing of power and conquest. However, he felt it should be called beautiful. For it was in it's raw dominance. As he took the large wedge shaped head into his mouth he found it to be such a natural thing to do.
Prince Walter smiled. His Fox was a natural. First he would teach him a little of technique then he will be punished for hesitating. And finally he will take his new slave down to dinner naked.
Fox took the big head of the cock in his mouth. Instantly he tasted a new flavor he had never had before. It was a spicy, salty taste that sent shivers up and down his back. He explored the flesh tentatively, unsure how to treat it. The end looked almost like a small apple or a very large strawberry. Lightly he drew his lips over it like he was going to take a bite of fruit but stopped his teeth's decent when he remembered it was flesh. It wouldn't do to hurt the stranger. Fox had been raised better then that.
Prince Walter watched the young man in his explorations. It was more then obvious that Fox was new to the pleasures of the flesh. That made it all the more exciting. That wonderful innocence, the purity of a virgin made his member even harder. He would be able to train this one to him specifically solely.
"Suck in more of my cock. Taste it, feel it. Bring me pleasure, my Fox."
Fox took more of the big member as he tried to read the man over him. It felt impossible huge in his mouth, he could even feel its sides slide against the insides of his teeth. He looked up to see those incredible brown eyes watching him. The big man's cheeks were bright red and rosy. It shocked him at the sheer power, the dominating presence this man extruded over him. He moaned at the sight.
"Ohh, yes my Fox," Crown Prince Walter said. He placed a big hand softly over his new accuisition's head, petting the silky hair.
Of their own will, Fox's eyes closed letting the sensations run through him. He had been given everything in life, commanded those around him but those actions didn't fulfill him like this did. Here he was commanded totally by Prince Walter. He was solely responsible for this man's pleasure. It aroused him further that he could be that special, that he could please the big man.
Down below Fox felt himself stir. The sensations of pleasure radiating out from his member was wonderful. It seemed to beg for touch. Fox reached out his hands to hold his own throbbing erection.
When Prince Walter saw Fox move he grew furious. Nobody was allowed to touch this beauty's member but him, not even Fox. "Stop," he bellowed. Fox froze at the big man's word. Prince Walter grabbed Fox's arms and pulled the young man's hands away until he could grasp the wrists. He held them away from both their bodies. Him towering over the younger man as part of his cock disappeared into those wonderfully stretched lips.
"You are not allowed to touch yourself. That is mine. Only I or someone at my bidding can touch you there. Do you understand?"
Fox tried to say yes but he was held fast in Prince Walter's grip and could not pull off the large member filling his mouth. He tried to nod but couldn't move his head much. Instead he lowered his eyes meekly.
At the sign of subservience, Prince Walter relaxed his bruising grip on the beauty's wrists. It would not do to damage his Fox unduly. Still lessons had to be learned.
"Release my cock, pick up the tie to the robe, and turn around."
Fox followed Prince Walter's orders unsure of what was going on. He had so wanted to touch himself, bring that pleasure back but he was being denied. Yet somehow all this made him woozier with lust in anticipation.
"Cross your wrists behind your back."
When Fox's wrists were crossed he felt the smooth tie bind his wrists.
"Kneel down facing me once again."
Once in position Prince Walter fastened the makeshift slave collar around his beauty’s throat. He tied it loosely to let the novice have some measure of movement. He wanted Fox to swallow his whole cock but knew it would be impossible for the young man.
Prince Walter tugged lightly on the rope tie, pulling Fox's face back into his groin.
The aroma of another man assaulted Fox's senses. Never before had he been this close to another person like this. It was natural that he took the strangers cock back into his mouth to explore some more.
"Suck me hard, my beauty."
At Prince Walter's command Fox sucked on it hard. The member slammed to the back of his mouth quickly, nearly gagging him. When he tried to pull back he found that the gown's cord around his neck held him fast. Panic flooded through him briefly before he noticed that he could still breathe through his nose. Gradually he relaxed till the member in his mouth was not a painful presence. Once calm he realized how wonderful it was to be commanded like this. The decisions were not his, the situation was not his responsibility. Prince Walter ruled him in a way that no one else could.
"Do you feel my cock in you?" Prince Walter asked rhetorically. There was no way his beauty would get the freedom to pull off to answer. Fox had to understand what he needed to do. Not only that but talking dirty to such perfection turned Prince Walter on. "Do you taste my flavor? I allow you this privilege, treat it well. Feel it with your tongue. Lightly, very lightly let your teeth run over its length."
Prince Walter let out some slack to the gown's tie. The cord that tied the young man to him helped the big man control the movement on his member. Whenever there was any give in the rope, Fox would move back to ease the pressure in his mouth but soon Prince Walter tugged on the rope to pull him back down.
Despite this tease Fox worked the member in his mouth with as much care as he could. He closed his eyes letting the large member invade his senses. It was incredibly pleasurable to experience this. Never in his life had anything like this happened to him. Nothing could compare to this, nothing could be reference to this. It was new and exotic and secretive and totally his. He used his tongue, as per the big man's orders, to explore the member. It was hard as it slid along the cradle of his tongue. It moved easily in him, going in and out. It seemed to swell gently in his mouth, filling him up even more. Every now and then he had to swallow the fluids that built up on its tip as well as the saliva that lubricated its movements.
Prince Walter leaned back in his chair trying not to thrust up into that hot mouth. The young man almost was natural at this, it was incredible to feel that mouth run over him. The flittering pressure of tongue on him was phenomenal. This prize was his, uniquely his. Soon he felt the approach of orgasm spiraling through him. He pulled on the cord hard, forcing the younger man as far as possible onto his cock before he spurted his pleasure into Fox.
Below, Fox felt the member grow impossibly huge in his mouth and the cord on his neck pull him all the way forward. Soon his mouth filled up with a fluid, drowning him. He sputtered and coughed around the member. Semen spilled out the sides of his mouth, down his chin.
"Swallow," bellowed Prince Walter as he saw his seed spilt. When the beauty didn't follow orders he pulled on the cord to force more of his withering member into that mouth. "Swallow my seed, drink my essence. I allow you this pleasure. It is not to be wasted or spilled on the floor."
Meekly Fox swallowed what he could. Prince Walter released the rope until the member came out of his mouth. With one hand the big stranger held the beauty still while he used his other hand with his member to wipe up the spilled seed. "When I give an order I expect it to be followed. You are not to stop or hesitate. You are my puppet, I am the master. Do as ordered or there will be consequences to pay."
Once his seed was cleaned up he yanked on the cord to bring the younger man to him. Prince Walter bent Fox over his knees exposing that perfect bottom for him to punish.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Prince Walter asked as he twined the cord around his hand. This tightened the makeshift collar around the beauty’s throat making him unable to talk. He needed his new acquisition to understand his position. "You will not be harmed unless I wish it and then you will not be damaged. You will not be punished unless you deserve it. You have no reason to be scared of me. You have no reason to hesitate in following my orders. You are mine and I will take care of you."
His big hand wandered over the soft bottom, exploring the flesh as it quivered underneath his paw. Suddenly he raised his hand to bring it smartly over the flesh. The younger man bucked at the spanking but Prince Walter easily subdued the beauty by tugging on the leash. Fox couldn't even scream out in pain because of the tight pressure on his throat.
"Orders are meant to be followed when given. You will follow my orders without reservation. You will always do what you are told. No more, no less." He drilled into his new acquisition as he slapped the beautiful bottom. Soon it started glowing bright red under the assault. When Prince Walter judged that the young man had been properly subdued he soothed the hurt with his hand.
With casual strokes he moved his hand over the worked over flesh. It burned nicely under his fingertips. Gently he ran his thumb along the crack of the bottom until he came to the opening. Gradually he pushed his thumb pad against the flesh. It slowly sank in. Inside he felt the clenching heat of the young man. The evidence of their earlier union could be felt in the slippery interior. With care he hooked his thumb around to press into that pleasurable center. Fox moaned at the feeling of that big thumb hitting his prostate.
"When you follow my orders you will be rewarded my Fox. I can give you pleasure that you have only dreamed of but you have to earn that pleasure." Prince Walter ran his thumb over the inside a couple more times before pulling his thumb back out.
Fox whimpered at the sudden emptiness this action left him with. He wanted the big man to continue with whatever he had been doing but soon he found himself being pushed back to his feet. He looked at the stranger awaiting the next order.
Before Fox the big man stood still. Raw power radiated from him causing Fox to lower his eyes or be blinded by it. He knew he was truly this man's possession. Yet somehow this thought comforted him. Some instinct told him that this stranger would take care of him and claim him in ways that were beyond his imagination.
Prince Walter approached the beauty. Gently he took hold of the young man's head as he sealed their lips together for a deep kiss. When Fox moaned at the pleasure of the invading tongue Prince Walter retreated, leaving Fox wanting more. With slow deliberate care as his face hovered inches away from the beauty’s, Prince Walter untied the bound wrists. "Dress me, my Fox." He commanded silently.
Fox carefully helped the stranger into his clothes. Whenever he hesitated or made a mistake the big man would tug at the collar he left around his neck. Once he was dressed Fox made as if to go get his own clothes but Prince Walter tugged on the cord.
"I did not tell you that you could wear anything. For that you will have to be punished again." Prince Walter reattached the wrists back together behind his back. "I was going to allow you the use of your hands to feed me with tonight but you cannot be trusted yet. For that you will be dependent on me."
Prince Walter led his beauty down the steps of the castle. Fox was still bound by the gowns tie. The young man's perfect penis stood starkly red from his stomach. Lush lips were slick and swollen. The dazed look on the young man's face almost made Prince Walter take the beauty back upstairs for more but he just had to show off his prize.
Inside the dinning room the King and Queen gasped at the sight of their beautiful son bound so. Everything in them screamed to stop this, to protect their son but they were helpless. To defy the kingdom Hahnaria was to doom their own.
The powerful prince led Fox to the table. Prince Walter took a seat, leaning back in the big wooded chair. He put his feet up onto the lacy dinning cloth covering the table, much to the dismay of the servants. At Prince Walter's command Fox kneeled next to him, his thighs spread to let his member bob in the air. Silently Fox waited for the next command.
Prince Beauty was trying to take in the sights he passed as Crown Prince Walter led him into the large dining hall. Beautiful flesh was everywhere, displayed tender and red and flushed with pleasure. A light tap on his chin redirected his attention to Walter's hand. The hand, so large and strong held his leash with practiced ease.
"Pay attention only to me and to what I command, my love." Walter's voice was soothing even as he led Beauty to a hall filled with hundreds of people. Some of those people were dressed in vivid satins and velvets, the woman showing delicate cleavage with sensual allure, the men trying to look bored as the nude occupants either served drink or food, or crouched willingly at their feet.
Beauty shivered suddenly. A large man, larger by far than Walter came forward to take his leash. The mountain bowed deep to Walter and when he held out his hand to take the leash Beauty heard the thankful words, "I'll keep him for now, Peter. He is untrained and I want to treat him gently."
Beauty eyed the large man, the muscles displayed by a bare chest and tight leather pants. There was a slight hesitation in the huge man before he bowed and backed away.
Walter stroked Beauty's lower lip with one large thumb. "You are so beautiful, I fear you will get spoiled by all the attention here, my little love. Peter wanted so to groom you. He is the Queen's favorite groom." He bent to kiss the lush, red lips. "You will do well to stay close to me, my sweet."
Beauty had no idea what his big lover...master was talking about. He was still reeling from the whole waking to be owned. Somewhere in his mind he was waking for the second time. He wondered why he was accepting so easily this new position. He had been raised to rule, not to serve. He had been pampered and loved all his life, not leashed and dragged naked hither and yon. He knew he loved being with this big man who had awakened him from his deep sleep. When all eyes slowly fell on him and gasps were heard, some masked by silk fans and jewel-encased fingers, he jerked away, his intention simply to flee. Walter held firm and smacked his tender ass making Beauty gasp and hold still. Intense caramel eyes bore into him and one finger came up to trace the quivering line of his lip.
"Don't test me, Beauty, I will give you your first public punishment right here." Walter's voice was warm, but threatening.
Beauty raised his eyes, and the flashing fire there caused a gentle frown to form on Walter's stern features.
"I can't go in there!" Beauty was desperate. The flesh being displayed the decadence was more than his near-pure mind could handle. The crack of supple leather on tight flesh made him turn to look as a muscled youth was whipped, strung up and tied, his long legs spread and his anus a dark point of contact for the rising whip.
Beauty was drawn into a surprisingly tender embrace. "Do you want to tease me?" Walter asked softly.
Beauty could not help but nod; he did so want to please him.
"Then we go inside and you keep your eyes on the floor."
Beauty complied, but he was still ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.
He concentrated on the mosaic pattern on the floor, ignoring the sounds of punishment and pleasure that he and his master passed. When they stopped Beauty slid a bit closer to Walter for reassurance.
"What a beauty my son. I heard tell you had taken a new slave."
Beauty couldn't resist looking up to see the woman whose voice was so sensual and thrilling. Her face was elfin and pretty, but it was her hair that was beautiful. Piles and Piles of glossy black surrounding her shoulders and piled up on her head. Her eyes were narrow and a bit cruel; her lips thin but somehow seductive. He looked away quickly lest Walter realize he hadn't been staring at the floor. As his eyes skittered away from the Queen he found intense green eyes staring in jade glory at her silken knee. He took in the young man's beauty quickly and looked down at his feet quickly. The image was clear though. Green eyes, black hair, pink lips, angular, feline features. The nude body was oiled and muscular. The erect cock seemed so perfectly formed so eager to please. He could imagine that well-oiled organ sliding in his grasp, those fine muscles in those taut thighs trembling...
"Mother, this is my chosen slave. I will train him personally. His name is...Beauty." There was a small laugh in the deep voice, as if enjoying ht joke that such a one would be named thusly...how redundant.
"Come closer to me then, little Beauty."
Beauty felt his leash loosen and he was nudged gently to approach the imposing matriarch. He did so on suddenly straight legs and his chin tilted up proudly.
Black, soulless eyes challenged him and he quailed but held his stare. The anger he saw rise in her eyes was diffused as the green-eyed beauty suddenly yanked on his own chain. Her attention was successfully drawn from Beauty.
"Alex! What in the devil?"
Alex...Alex is his name. Beauty mulled this over and he looked down quickly, suddenly realizing that this was no time to assert himself. He would wait until he and his big lover were alone to ask to be able to wear clothes like the other nobles in the hall.
The Queen narrowed her eyes as she realized what Alex had done. She returned her gaze to the sinfully beautiful slave her heir had chosen. He had wisely used the time her sweet Alex had purchased and was now staring respectfully down at his feet.
"It seems your slave has a conquest in mine, my son." Her voice was dark and Walter's responding glare was just as dark as he looked to he silken beauty at his mother's feet. Alex was a perfect slave. Responsive and eager, but removed and so hotly trainable.
Peter had come up immediately at his queen's exclamation of dismay and he yanked Alex up and over his massive shoulder. Beauty sneaked a peek at the sleek flanks of the Queen's personal favorite, and the small peek at the pink muscles between the round buttocks caused his pulse to quicken. He wanted to know what the big groom would do with the pretty man but then his lover's hand was at the base of his skull and he turned up to look into those intense eyes. His pulse fluttered remembering the sensations the man could bring.
"Do you find my mother's slave fascinating?" Prince Walter asked thickly.
Beauty instinctively shook his head negatively.
"What? What then?"
"I am but shocked, master...I am but new to...please...please take me back to your chambers," Beauty entreated.
Walter took his slave in his arms and captured the lush lips with such fierce, possessive intensity that all thoughts of the green-eyed man fled from Beauty's young mind. He whimpered eagerly into Walter's mouth. He wanted to be taken back to the chambers for a very different reason now.
When Walter released him he blinked and a small slap reminded him to look down again. Walter's large hand moved to stroke Beauty's straining organ and the small sliding movements and Beauty gasped so lovely that the nearest men groaned in sympathetic lust. Prince Walter looked around to see the lustful eyes on his beautiful slave. One man in particular seemed so intent on the sweet, innocent flesh that Walter wanted to cover the exposed flesh and take Beauty back to the safety of his chambers. His mother's word's chilled him.
"Show him how he responds to the sling."
Walter straightened and cleared his throat. "My Queen, he is but a novice."
A perfectly groomed eyebrow raised in question. "If he is to be your chosen slave, he ought to be as good a slave as he is able, no? Or is he not worthy?"
Walter nodded reluctantly. He wanted Beauty to be perfect. For while it was true that disobedient slaves were sent to the village for punishment, more uncommonly they were given to the Man Beyond. He would take these tender, disobedient slaves and they would not be seen for so long that even their families would protest to the Queen. For her part the Queen would try to plead the families case to The Man. It was a fact that she was powerful, but for those who whispered among the corridors it was widely rumored that The Man wielded just as much power. He would target a lovely slave, always male, and force the poor slave to rebel with varying levels of torture and terror, and then he would take the slave off the hands of the Queen and her subjects. The Crown Prince was protective of his Beauty, for The Man was staring so hotly as his sweet lover with such lustful intensity that Walter felt the urge to drive a powerful fist through the man's prematurely wrinkled face.
"I have a sling in my chambers."
His mother raised a brow, but he was not to be dissuaded. She saw the determined glare in his eyes and the strong jaw clenched. He would make a wonderful King one day.
Walter saw the quiet look on the wrinkled face and the mocking, promising smile on the thin lips.
He gathered the gasping beauty to him and led him out of the hall. Beauty had one last glimpse of Alex as that perfect male was slung over a wooden horse and his legs spread, before the Crown Prince led him out of the crowed, decadent hall.
In a tight iron fist Prince Walter grasped the leash attached to his new slave's neck as he dragged Fox to his rooms inside the large palace. His thick fingers turning white from the strain were the only indication of his anger as he inwardly seethed. Jealousy. It was an alien and unwelcome feeling. Never before had he felt this way, he quickened his pace, he wanted to get to his rooms as quickly as possible. He needed to teach his pretty Fox the price of looking at another man, of desiring another man, so it would never happen again. So he would never again have these feelings of … *insecurity.* How was that possible? Fox was his property to do with as he may, why would he feel insecure?
Fox's gasp of pain slowed Prince Walter's long strides. The prince looked questioningly at his beauty's face before realizing that the young man was limping. He stopped and examined Fox's foot, discovering a large blister on its bottom. His slave wasn't accustomed to walking around barefooted, he had been pampered all of his life, Prince Walter should have thought of that. It will take his slave's body awhile to adjust to its new environment. "My pet, you are remiss. I expect you to tell me immediately if you are injured or unwell. This body is no longer yours, it belongs to me and I am not pleased that it should be damaged in anyway," the Prince scolded, then scooped the younger man's lean body into his arms.
Fox couldn't help the shuddered that race throughout his being as his naked flesh was enveloped in the Prince's strong arms. The feel of the fabric and ornaments rubbing against his nakedness reminded him of just how much at this man's mercy he was. He no longer had a home, a family, or a will of his own. He was little more than a prized possession, a pet. His hands were wrapped around Walter's thick neck for balance and he rested his head again the broad shoulder. He never felt so helpless in his entire life or so in need of love.
All of Prince Fox's life he had been waited on and dotted over by his parents and servants. His parents had ingrained in him a respect for human life. He had been taught the art of fencing as a means of defending his honor and virtue, but his parents had neglected to teach him about his body or the pleasures of the flesh. This world he now found himself was beyond his wildest imagination. He had never imagined that such decadence existed or such cruelty. Even now his body betrayed him in the strong, possessive arms of the man who seemed to know more about how to bring it pleasure than he did himself.
Prince Walter smiled as noticed the swell of his slave's arousal in the thick curly locks of his groin. "Soon, my pet, we shall take care of you foot first, then I shall punish you for your earlier behavior. Afterwards, you shall have your first session in the sling."
Fox closed his eyes at the word punishment, he didn't look forward to another humiliating spanking or worse. He didn't even know what he had done wrong to displease his master. His stomach lurched with fear and anxiety.
Prince Walter buried his nose in the silky chestnut hair that rested on his shoulder. Mm, so delightful. He needed to shave and bathe this beautiful slave's body. Normally he'd leave that duty to his servants, but he found himself not wanting anyone to touch his Beauty yet, other than himself. He had become even more enamored of the young man on their journey back to Hahnaria from Prince Fox's small kingdom.
The horse ride was doubly pleasurable with his Fox riding in front of him clothed only in a short cloak and tunic without any leggings or restricting undergarments. Prince Walter had freed his own cock from its codpiece so it could nestle between the firm sweet buttocks of his Fox as he pulled the lean body firmly against his chest. The warmth of the sun beating down on his bald scalp and the sweet smell of meadow flowers, added to the pleasure as the up and down motions of the horse and the tight squeeze of those firm cheeks around his cock soon brought him to orgasm. A sensation he experienced several more times during their days journey to the inn. The Prince smiled at the recent memory of stopping his horse beside a pond so his prized possession could clean the semen from his milky white flesh. The look of fear and desire intermixed on his beauty's face as he took him completely on the damp banks of the pond while his horse grazed on the grass nearby.
Prince Walter refocused on the present as the remaining few steps to his rooms became uncomfortable from his plump cock in the tight confines of the codpiece, never before had one man so awoken his ardor as his sweet Fox did.
The two guards standing duty outside Prince Walter's rooms pulled open the heavy gold doors at his approach. They bowed deeply to their lord and master while sneaking a lust filled peek at the most beautiful creature they had ever seen, who was being carried solicitously within their lord's arms.
A servant hurried over to the two men as the Prince carried his prize into an adjoining room, placing him gently on a bench beside a golden bathtub that was hurriedly being filled by several servants, who came in from another adjoining room carrying buckets of steaming water. Prince Fox stared opened mouth at the tub. Never in his life had he seen a bathtub within someone's private rooms. Where he grew up they had communal bathes down in the subterranean part of the palace that was fed by a hot underground spring. He watched as a woman poured fragrant oils into the tub. Fox gasped as he was once again scooped up from the bench and placed gently into the bathtub.
As female servant picked up a washcloth and a bar of perfumed soap, Prince Walter roared, "Out! I will attend to my slave myself! Now, leave us!"
The woman dropped the soap and quickly fled the room.
Fox trembled nervously and chewed his bottom lip at the anger in the large man's voice. He shrank fearfully deeper into the hot water as those fiery russet eyes turned their gaze upon him. He lowered his eyes and bowed his head submissively the way he knew was expected from him.
A large hand grabbed his chin and forced his head up until he was looking into the lust filled eyes of his owner and master who covered his mouth with his in a possessive kiss of ownership. While his rough hand plunged into the water and grabbed and squeezed Fox's penis which was rapidly expanding to the pleasure and excitement being drawn out of his body. Fox didn't know what to do with his hands, he wanted to wrap them around the back of Walter's neck and hold him closer to deepen their contact, but he was afraid that would get him punished. Instead he left them float loosely at his sides.
Prince Walter finally pulled back. "You will come to love your life with me, my pet, all that you must remember is my pleasure. My needs take precedence over everything else in your life. You are here to serve me, to pleasure me. You have no other purpose in your life then for providing me gratification," he husked, picking up the washcloth. "If it gives me pleasure to bathe you, I will. If it gives me pleasure to whip you, I will. Your life is no longer yours, it is mine."
Prince Fox couldn't help the tears that flowed from his eyes over the large man's harsh words. How could he possibly learn to love such a life as this? He wanted to be loved and respected as an equal, there was no possibility of that with this handsome, powerful man. He was nothing but a temporary toy to be played with then discarded.
"Tears, my beauty, why do you cry? There is no reason. You will never have to worry your pretty little head about anything again in your life. I shall take care of everything for you. You shall have luxuries that most men and women could only dream of," the Prince soothed, running the washcloth of the silky flesh. He lifted Fox' foot out of the tub and pulled a sharp blade from its sheath, and tenderly lanced the blister.
Fox hissed as he foot was placed back in the bathtub, the brief sting vanishing quickly. He knew the large man didn't expect or want an answer, so he forced himself to stop crying, knowing that tears would eventually cause his master to become angry. He was determined to adjust to his new life here and fulfill his role as best as he could.
"I am going to shave you now, my pet, watch closely what I do; I will expect you to keep yourself smooth and clean for me from this day on," Walter said. He helped Fox into a standing position and positioned his slave's leg on the edge of the bathtub. He produced a large container of green gel and brush. With the brush, Prince Walter covered Fox's legs with the cool gel. Walter produced a straight razor and tormented Fox by sharpening it on a thick strap. The sound of the blade being sharpened sent shivers through Fox's body. Walter began by dragging the straight edge over the gentle curve of the young man's calf. The gel kept the blade from cutting into the tender flesh. Walter repeated this on his other leg. After his legs were smooth he focused on Fox's chest and underarms. The beauty turned redder as the Prince moved the blade down to his groin, he started visibly trembling as the blade scraped through the gel to take off the hair around his genitals. Walter grabbed Fox's scrotum and squeezed tight so that the loose skin was pulled taunt. He then shaved off the few hairs on Fox's sac. During this Fox's penis shrunk trying to crawl back inside his body.
The prince laughed at his slave's terror, "Beauty, I would rather kill a thousand men than spill one drop of your blood. You have nothing to fear from me unless you disobey or betray me. Then you have more than just a few drops of blood to worry about. Now bend over and spread your buttocks apart, I have one final area I need to shave, then we can move on to your punishment."
Prince Fox obeyed, but couldn't help the question that had been racing around his brain from blurting out, "Please, sir, what have I done to anger you that you must punish me?" The sudden stinging slap hard across his flank made him cry out in pain.
"Silence, beauty, I did not give you permission to talk!"
"Now do as I told or I shall add to your punishment," Prince Walter barked at the cowered beauty. Fox bent himself at the waist. "Use your hands to open yourself to me," Prince Walter ordered. Fox complied and his whole body began to flush with the embarrassment of displaying himself this way to his new Master. Yet the hardness of his member and the glistening pearl of pre cum proved him a liar if he denied he did not find it exciting. He jumped slightly as the cool gel was applied between his buttocks. He felt and heard the soft scraping sound as the hair was removed. Walter ran an appraising finger along the crack making sure that Fox was smooth. When he felt Fox was adequately shaved he cleaned off the remnants of the green gel with a warm, wet cloth.
Walter had Fox stand with his legs slightly parted and with his hands behind his back. Fox instinctually bowed his head as he felt Walter's cool appraisal. Walter was amazed at his luck at finding such a beauty. He was rightly named. His smooth, pale skin was even more so without his hair. It clearly marked him as a slave. No proud Prince stood before him only a submissive slave waiting to hear how his Master would use him. Walter felt himself grow hard behind his codpiece. The sight of those round buttocks clenched tightly in fear was tantalizing.
"Come," was all Walter said to Fox. Fox followed his new Master into the bedchamber. Not knowing what to do he took the same position in the middle of the room as he had in the bathing room. He glanced up to see Walter going through a large armoire. Walter turned and when he saw Fox's position he smiled. His little beauty was learning quickly. He came over to Fox and held out a riding crop.
"Beauty, I want you to meet your most favored friend. Kiss it in way of greeting," Walter said as he held the riding crop to Fox's mouth. Not knowing what to do Fox kissed the tip of the riding crop.
"Good. You see your friend will help teach you to please me. It will be unfailing in its devotion to you. Now keep it in your mouth," Walter said as he placed the crop into Fox's mouth. Fox could taste the flavor of well oiled leather. The heat and moisture from his mouth quickly began to cause a pleasant leather scent to waft into his nostrils.
Fox looked with apprehension at Walter, who seemed unconcerned with Fox but was fascinated by the items he brought back from the armoire. Walter turned to Fox with a long, slender thong of leather. He reached and cupped Fox's genitals. He held them for a moment as if enjoying their weight. Walter reached down and began to wrap the thong tightly around the base of Fox's engorged member. Once he was satisfied with that, he took another thong and began to wrap around Fox's scrotum where it met his body. Using the thong to stretch the scrotum and then to part each individual teste. Walter stood back and admired the view of his new slave with a hard, rampant cock straining through a web of black leather. Fox's balls were now separated and the skin around each one was pulled taunt making each one glisten.
"Now, Beauty one your hands and knees. Yes. Good. Now crawl over here and place your dearest friend into my palm. Very good. Now I want you to stay there on your knees, rest your forehead on the floor. Right. Now grasp your hands behind your back. Be good now. If you move from this position, I will be very angry," Walter told Fox as he went behind him. He almost gasped at the vision of male beauty before him. The round, white buttocks were parted and he could glimpse the tight, puckered opening just beyond the shadows. This would be pure pleasure to mark those beautiful cheeks.
Raising the crop he brought it down on Fox's ass. Fox moved involuntarily and lost his position and balance. He quickly got back into position but he was terrified of that crop. "Such inelegance in a Crown Prince's slave will not be tolerated. You will not make a full of me my Beauty. An extra five for that plus I must start the ten over I was planning on giving you for allowing your eyes to wander," Walter barked at his whimpering slave. The pitiful sounds of Fox's fright made his cock even harder. This one is so responsive. I cannot wait to train him. He began to bring the crop down on Fox's ass quickly. They were not particularly hard swats but they turned the flesh a bright red and his slave was reduced to tears. He was proud that Fox had stayed in the same position.
"Beauty, you may sit up. Good, now kiss your friend for helping make you a better slave for your Master. Good," Walter said. He grabbed one of the items he had taken from the armoire and brought it before his Beauty's eyes. It was a flogging device but not an ordinary one. It had short straps but there were hundreds of them. Fox recoiled from the sight of the device. He was still sobbing from the crop and now faced with what looked like a more formidable weapon of punishment he barely controlled his desire to flee.
"Once again, rest your forehead upon the ground but now I want you to spread your cheeks open with your hands. Yes. Good. Remember, that is mine. You will have no hesitation to show me anything," Walter told his quivering slave as he teased him by brushing the ends of the thin straps against his buttocks. This device will be used to tease and arouse his young Beauty's puckered opening.
Walter stood behind Fox and began to lightly slap Fox's opening with the flog. At first Fox flinched expecting the punishment to get more severe. Instead, the consistent stimulation of his anus by the teasing ends of those thin straps was causing him to moan and push up with his ass. Walter smiled, he is such a slut. He looks like a cat in heat. Don't worry Beauty, you will soon find that opening filled he smiled.
Fox could not believe the sensation that came from that flog. He had expected pain now he craved it. This teasing motion was maddening. He knew he must have looked wanton - pushing his ass in the air trying to increase contact. When he thought he could stand it no more the flogging stopped. He lay there. His forehead rested in a pool of perspiration and his body strained to maintain the position.
He was saved by his Master who brought a small foot stool for Fox to rest his head and arms upon. He felt Walter kick his legs further apart. He assisted so as not to anger his Master.
Walter walked in front of his Beauty to show him the nice toy he wished to punish him with. A thin strand of silken rope was knotted seven times along its length. Those knots were covered with leather stitched tightly. They were stuffed to appear as close to a perfect pearl as possible. Fox moaned as he saw his Master begin lubricating this knotted rope with oil. He knew what was to happen and he found himself spreading his legs farther apart and lifting his ass just a bit. Not a lot but enough for him to be reminded of how much he was enjoying this.
Walter did not miss his Beauty's capitulation to his punishment. Once again he thanked his luck for finding such a responsive and slutty slave. This one so quickly bent to his will. Sometimes he enjoyed a male slave that fought him but with this beauty he wanted immediate submission. He walked behind Fox and kneeling down he began to push the first knot into his beauty. Fox moaned as his sphincter was spread by the knot. He gasped when it finally slid in and his sphincter could return to its closed state. This gasping would continue six more times. What made it more excruciating was that Walter would lighting stroke his exposed balls with his oil slickened palm. When the final one was inside of him, Fox had barely enough time to catch his breath as Walter began to pull them out. The same sensations were repeated as Walter continued to play with his opening.
Each time he saw Fox's anus open to accept one of the knots and then quickly clench down on the rope had made his cock unbearably hard. He could feel the pre cum oozing around inside his cod piece. When the last knot was removed he threw the rope away and stripped off his codpiece.
He place the blunt head of his tumescent cock up against Fox's opening and with one push slid in. Fox cried out in both pain and pleasure as Walter's thick cock stretched and filled him. Fox had very little time to enjoy being filled as Walter grabbed his hips and began to thrust into him quickly and violently. Walter was enjoying the cloying heat of his new slave's ass with each thrusts. He quickened his pace to the point that the stool began to move forward. With a roar he emptied his seed deep into his new slave. He lay there a second panting. He placed one quick kiss on the back of Fox's neck and then rose.
"Turn over Beauty. Yes. Oh, you are so hard. Is it for your new Master and for the things he does. Yes, I thought so. Now, stand. Stretch. I want the only pain to come from me. That's it, I want all the kinks out. Now we must do something about that hard member," Walter cooed to his young slave. He made Fox sit back down on his haunches. He had him lean back to rest his torso on his hands. Yes, this one was a fetching site with his chest sticking out so openly and vulnerable. He smiled to himself as he returned to the armoire. He didn't think of this earlier but now seemed a good time.
He returned to his panting slave. His slut was flushed with arousal. The large cock was straining against its leather restraints. Walter leaned down and fasten little clamps onto each nipple. To those clamps he added little weights that connected to a little ring on the end of each clamp. Soon his Beauty was moaning with pain as the clamps bit into the tender flesh of his nipples causing them to harden into firm pebbles. Walter felt his cock responding both to the sounds of pain coming from his slave as well as the image of Fox trying desperately to stay in position. Fox's cock was so hard it had turned purple. Walter smiled at his responsive slave and brought out another small flogging device. This one had only twenty or so thin straps. Walter went to kneel in front of his beauty and began to use the flog on his chest focussing on the nipples. Fox moaned with pleasure/pain and arched his nipple into contact with the straps only to moan again as the weight caused the clamp to tighten in a new position. He continued to moan and present his chest to his Master's ministrations with wanton abandon. Walter began to move slightly lower with the strap, teasing the tight washboard stomach until he came to Fox's hard, straining member.
Walter began to lightly flick against the hardened cock. He whipped each testicle until Fox's moans came close to sounding like pain. However, he continued to whip the bright, purple head of Fox's members until a steady stream of pre cum flowed down Fox's thick shaft. Walter could tell by Fox's shallow breathing and by the light sheen of sweat on his body that Fox was close. He quickened and increased the whipping of that poor sensitive head over and over.
Fox could not believe what was happening to him. His cock was being punished exquisitely. He only wished Walter would allow him to touch himself to bring himself off. Then he realized Walter meant for him to come from the stimulation of the strap themselves. Fox reddened with shame when he realized he would be happy for that. He could not believe it when he said, "Harder."
"What did you say, Beauty?" Walter teased. He heard his beauty cry out for him to punish him harder but it was making him aroused just to hear those words.
"Harder, please," Mulder cried out. When nothing happened, he cried out again, "Harder. Whip me harder, MASTER," Fox said with a sob.
Walter smiled when he heard Fox cry out to him as his Master. He began to whip that cock in earnest. Soon he heard Fox cry out to him again, "Master. Yes. Oh, yes. Thank you, Master." As Fox's trapped cock shot heavy streams of passion onto his sweaty stomach and chest.
Fox was engulfed with the pleasure of his orgasm when it finally took him. He knew that he called out 'Master' when he came but it only increased his pleasure. He lay panting as his body was racked with smaller tremors of passion. He opened his eyes to see Walter staring hard at him. Immediately, Walter gripped his neck and brought his lips up for a bruising kiss.
Walter pulled back and grabbed Fox's cock, "Who does this belong too?" he demanded.
"You. It belongs to you, Master," Fox said with desire. He was rewarded with another hard kiss from his lover. He felt his Master's cock close to full hardness against his thigh and he moaned. He wanted to experience that huge truncheon but he didn't feel he could take anymore.
Sensing Fox's anxiety, Walter chuckled, "Do not worry, my Beauty, you are still to fresh for another round. I will save this for another time. It is customary for a slave to show appreciation when his Master is being kind," Walter chided gently. Fox scrambled to kiss Walter's cock in gratitude. At the touch of those lush lips to the head of his cock, Walter almost reneged on his promise. He sighed with resignation as he knew his Beauty would be smarting from the attention to his body.
First he had to remove the clamps. He smiled when he realized Fox was in for a surprise. Soon these beauties would almost always be erect and ready for his attention. He removed the weights from both clamps and then he removed one. Fox let out a gasp as his nipple registered pain as blood rushed back into this nipple. He was not expecting this. He braced himself for the next one. It still stung but he didn't cry out. Next came the thongs. Walter quickly untied each one. Fox's cock quickly deflated without the benefit of the thongs holding in his passion.
When all of the items of his punishment were removed, Walter rubbed a thick coating of a sweet smelling lotion, "This will keep you from blistering. It will soothe you," Walter told him. All of a sudden Fox felt drowsy. He started to walk towards the bed. He fell head first onto the soft mattress. He would have fallen immediately to sleep if he did hear Walter clip a chain attached to the headboard to his collar.
Walter maneuvered them into spoon fashion and held Fox close. Fox was about to close his eyes when he felt Walter insert his semi hard cock into his orifice. He was prepared to have Walter take him but instead Walter settled down to sleep. Fox soon followed with the delicious sensation of Walter's thick member inside of him.
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Alex sat in total servitude next to the queen. The pleasure/pain/pleasure inflicted by the groom still echoed through his body. Though he did not regret his actions, he never did. The beautiful slave/not slave had been spared the queen's wrath.
The queen stroked his hair idly, like he was an obedient pet at her side. Her long nailed fingers lightly scraped his scalp, a teasing touch he leaned into. She talked animitly with the people at the table, not paying him any attention as he moaned his approval at the distracted touch.
At a leisurely pace the queen would spear a morsel of food to bring to her thin lips. Every now and then she would remember to feed her obedient slave at her feet. Alex ate each piece offered though the food was still too rich for his stomach despite the last four years in the courts of Haneria.
Though Alex kept his head down, in obvious servitude, he was able to see the bounty on the table. Exotic foods from kingdoms from the farthest reaches of the world lined the plates. More was being put out as they were gradually picked at. It was bigger then the feasts his family would have on the holiest of days; and this was nothing to the people of Haneria. In fact, it was expected.
Despite all this richness surrounding Alex, his eyes were glued to a delicate carving knife. The blade was sharply honed. One edge glittered deadly in the flickering candlelight.
In only a small movement it could be in his hand. In his mind he could feel the well-worn wood sliding in his grip. Finger would settle in the groves made from long use. Once the blade was in his grip he could plunge it deep into the queen. Her blood would spill over opulent robes like rubies scattered over velvet.
With that knife he could end the pleasure and the pain. With the knife he could use it on his own flesh. Scar himself; erase the perfection of a male body. No longer would he be useful in the courts of Haneria. He would be free, released from servitude in his ugliness.
It was so close to him.
Yet it was so far away.
With great care Alex moved his hands around, trying to free one arm. Having one piece of him free would ease the torture of his dreams.
"I see our lovely prince has chosen a new toy." A dark, seductive voice said.
Alex didn't need to look up at the face or over at the legs to know whom that voice belonged to. The Dark Man was recognizable where ever he went.
"MY son has acquired himself a new slave," The queen retorted. Her animosity towards the Dark Man apparent in her voice.
"This one is quite a beauty. Hopefully he is not as disobedient as the last one. It would be a shame to kill such a creature."
Alex's queen and master bristled above him. Her long nails sank into his skin in her furry, causing him to whimper. She did not let up her grip, having not heard him; instead the grip seemed to get harder as she faced off her enemy.
"It was an unfortunate situation that, if I remember right, you were the cause. But this one will not fall into your evil spell. You are forbidden from Prince Walter's Beauty. My son will surely kill you if you touch even one hair of his new slave's head and I will not stand in his way."
"Threats will not be met well with me, Regina."
"You forget your place." The queen screeched at the Dark Man.
"And you forget yours. Watch what you say to me, Regina, or else you will find yourself as low as this slave." The Dark Man kicked Alex hard in his ass to emphasize his point.
The queen jerked on the short collar to pull Alex up, heedless of choking him.
"I am still your queen and you will show me the proper respect. I should, by rights, have you thrown out of Haneria for your actions."
"You know you will not, Regina." The Dark Man said, his voice soothing and sweet like honey to flies though his words were a threat to the crown. "You cannot afford to loose such a powerful ally. If I were to leave the lower kingdoms would rebel at the travesties."
"And who is truly responsible for the travesties of the kingdoms. Surely not I. I give the kingdoms under my rule a choice and once their tribute is paid, they are free to leave. Such rules do not seem to apply to you. There are many families wishing to have their children returned."
"Ahh, but there's the catch. Those tributes that I take are unworthy. It will take time to properly tame them."
"I do not think taming them is an issue. I think you just want to keep them all for your devilish games."
"No, my queen, I do not enjoy those games. It takes entirely too much time and effort for someone as old as I. However I will do what I must for the betterment of Haneria and all you rule."
"Your words are sweet, like a flower that hides a snake."
"I only tell the truth." The Dark Man said as if he were an innocent school child.
"There is no truth, only lies that another person can see."
"You are wise, my queen. It is fortunate that we have one such a you ruling the kingdom of Haneria."
"Your forked tongue tells only more lies. Take what you what from me and be gone from my presence."
"I only ask for the favor of my queen."
"You do not need favors."
"I am yours to command."
"I command you to leave."
"Such coldness, Regina. I shell have a chill tonight."
"Would you like one of my slaves to warm your bed?"
"Yes, a nice, tender one would do nicely."
"Groom, Monn Noire would like a slave."
"If I could choose my own..." The Dark Man asked the queen before the groom came forward.
"Which one?"
"Alexei would do nicely."
"My personal slave?"
"I have always found this one most... pleasureful." The Dark Man said as his clawed hands held Alex's head up to look deep into green eyes. Long lashes lowered onto angular cheekbones, a vain attempt to hide the fear in the creature's eyes.
"The last time I let you borrow him he came back damaged."
"It was through no fault of my own. This one is especially contrary. It will not happen again."
"Take him," the queen ordered in obvious disgust. She could not afford to have the Dark Man displeased, however she didn't have to be happy about fulfilling his wishes.
She threw the end of Alex's leash down on the floor so that the Dark Man would have to stoop to pick it up.
Instead of lowering himself, he simply ordered Alex to move beside him. The Dark Man picked Alex up by the leather strap down his back that attached to his wrists.
Alex shot his queen and master an apologetic look. She did not even acknowledge his presence. He never really existed to her anyway, except as a toy to be passed around.
The Dark Man led Alex away to his room.
* * *
"Plans have been made and yet you do not follow them, slave." The Dark Man said to Alex as soon as they were in his bed chambers.
Docile Alex sat on the floor in the position of slave servitude. His body on display for his master of a night. The Dark Man circled him, looking at him from every position.
"I have great plans for you and the kingdom of Haneria. Think of it. Freedom. No more being a slave, ready for the whim of your master. You will be a master of your own right. A ruler, a king once more."
His dark plotting words seductive in the flickering candle light.
"Or are you happy being a slave. You could be my slave once I rule Haneria."
The Dark Man grabbed Alex's head and forced it back. He drove his tongue deeply into Alex's mouth until he started to moan.
"You are a happy little slave. Kill the queen and you can be mine forever. The two of us together. Me on the throne and you at my feet. My slave and my slave alone."
He dropped Alex's hair, throwing him slightly to the ground. Alex prostrated himself in front of the Dark Man awaiting his next command.
"Crawl to me, slave, show me what a happy little slave you are."
In little hops, Alex made his way across the floor to the Dark Man's feet.
The Dark Man stood there impassionetly waiting for his slave to crawl to him on his knees.
"Kiss me." The Dark Man ordered as he parted his robes to let his member out. Without hesitation Alex leaned over to kiss the withered head.
"Lick me."
Alex took the tip partly into his mouth, holding it steady with his teeth as his arms were still trapped behind him. He licked the tip until the Dark Man started to thrust his member deeper into his throat. At the silent command, Alex started to suck the Dark Man's member with a true skill that few slaves in the courts of Haneria had.
Soon the Dark Man was shoving himself even deeper into Alex's throat. His hand on Alex's silky hair like a benediction of blessing.
The feel of skin sliding along teeth and tongue caused Alex to moan in pleasure and anticipation of his master's pleasure.
When it came, it came fast and furious. The Dark Man continued to push in and out of his mouth as he spurted his seed into Alex.
Alex swallowed frantically, trying to get all of the Dark Man's seed. Still fluid leaked out of the corner of his mouth. Vainly he tried to hide what he had spilled but the Dark Man saw it before he could move.
Fear shook his body before the first blow hit. The slap came hard against his face, nearly knocking him to the floor.
"How Dare you!" The Dark Man screamed.
Alex huddled on the floor. In Haneria, it was the ultimate insult to spill the seed of a master.
"I treat you with respect and dignity one such as you does not deserve. I offer you a chance to be the savior of your kingdom, release it from the bondage of rule by Haneria, and you insult me."
The Dark Man towered over Alex, like some god punishing the damned. He kicked Alex hard it the ribs. Vaguely he noted the snap of bones as he tried to crawl away but the Dark Man was too quick for him. Soon clawed hands buried themselves in his cheeks to look straight in his eyes.
"You will lie with the dogs that you are."
Spoiled breath hissed in Alex's face. The room seemed to tilt on it's axis to Alex. The richness of the food as well as the pain in his side made his stomach queasy. The mush that everything he ate that day as well as what he had swallowed earlier came up to spill down the Dark Man's hand and onto his robes.
The Dark Man howled with outrage. He shook and batted his arms at the detestable fluid.
Alex backed away until he felt the foot board of the bed against his back.
The Dark Man retreated to the private bath. In a few moments he came out clean with new velvet robes on. When he saw Alex huddled against the bed he said "Disgusting. One such as you are not worthy of me. Lie at my feet like the lowly slave you are."
Meekly, Alex slid under the covers at the feet of the Dark Man. The sand paper skin brushed against him, burrowing into the folds of his body, seeking warmth and oblivious to Alex's discomfort. Soon the sounds of sleep reached Alex's waiting ears.
Slowly he slid out of bed, trying his best not to wake the Dark Man. Once free of the covers, Alex had the freedom to twist and contort his body into any position he wanted.
With practiced skill he was able to worm his way out of the leather straps that had imprisoned him for most of that evening.
On the stone cold floor, Alex stretched and worked over his muscles. Soon he was able to get into stretches that would make his bondage trainers proud. With the dexterity he had accomplished through hard work over the last four years at Haneria, he slid a hand up his back. With careful skill he dug in his fingernails into the flesh and pulled.
//Pain, pure, pain, pain, pain.// Alex smiled gleefully as he focused on the sensation. Skin ripped easily under the onslaught. Soon blood ran little red rivulets down one side of his back.
His other arm bent around, nearly to the shoulder. Once more he ripped at his skin until the pain echoed through his body like waves on water.
Alex ripped at his body again and again. Bruises appeared on his hips, thighs, and stomach. Nails tore into his chest.
In the bathroom he retrieved the ivory teeth of the Dark Man. These he clamped on his neck until the pain made him want to scream but he did not let up.
This is what he loved, this is what he craved. It wasn't the pleasure/pain/pleasure that master's brought but the pure pain he wrought. This he could control. This was uniquely his. There was no way to perverse it like they did with the pleasure. This was pure and total release of himself.
Idly, he brought his hand to his deflated member. With sure, knowing strokes he brought himself to pleasure. Tears cascaded down his cheeks in shame. It was easy, way to easy to feel the pleasure. It was a wasted work. Still he had to cover his tracks.
He rubbed his own seed between his cheeks. The slippery slide of it brought more tears of shame as he felt himself stirring a little, so soon after the pleasure. Alex dug a hand into the bruising of his ribs until the last vestiges of that pleasure was gone.
Silently Alex left the Dark Man's room. Down the hallways and around a corner was a hidden short hallway that opened up to the night.
A thin shaft of silvery light glowed on the cold stone floor from a splinter of a window.
Alex curled up in that light, pretending he was at home in the snow. Besides him would be his sister Anorah and little Lishia.
His older brothers and sisters would be hogging the warmth of the camp fire so the two would be pressed up close against him. Little Lishia would be curled up in the warmth from her older siblings. Anorah would hug her two youngest siblings close to her, protecting them from the wolves that howled in the night.
The moon hung half full when Alex opened his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to feel the two against him in the night.
Instead he watched them twinkle in the sky. Little Lishia twinkled dimly next to the brighter star of Anorah.
While he couldn't feel his sisters against him in the night anymore he could still see them. Anorah red with blood. Slain in the heat of battle as she tried to save one of the solders. Little Lishia pale against the sheets. So thin that her back bone could be seen through her stomach. It was soon after that, with dead eyes, his mother and father ended the war. Him sent off as tribute to Haneria, payment from the loosing kingdom to the winning one.
At least his sisters had been spared the pain of life. The rest of his family stayed safely in the north.
He didn't envy them their freedom. He was glad that his siblings had been spared from being tributes to Haneria. His life had always belonged to them, not him.
His parents weren't really queen and king anymore, just duke and duchess. The land dying slowly with them. Gradually being taken over by the woods, snows, and winds as his people left for better pastures offered by the Hanerian kingdoms.
If he were to return he would go back to an empty land, only the howling wolves for company.
Through out the castle the baying song of a wolf howled out it's woe to homeless snows.
* * *
Beauty moved down the corridors of the castle. He had no idea where the kitchens lay but he was absolutely ravenous. His stomach growled loudly in the quiet of the morning.
After a couple of turns and getting totally lost he saw a man curled up in a dark corner. The light from the sun streaked in at a sharp angle above him on the wall. In a few hours the man would be in the light, ready to warm himself. //Just like a cat,// Beauty briefly thought.
Moving closer though, Beauty saw that the man was not curled up in peace but in pain. Long red streaks of blood oozed along his back. Bite marks and bruises marred his flesh. Arms and legs curled around in a protective shell over his torso and face.
In wonderment, Beauty ran his fingers over the long scars. Not only had he been protected from the pleasures of the flesh, he had also been protected from the pain of flesh. Upon occasion he saw a bite mark or a bruise on one of his subjects but none had ever been as badly injured as this man was.
The man arched into his touch, slowly coming to.
Alex slowly woke up to the feel of gentle hands on him. The touch feather light and pleasing on his skin. He moaned his approval before waking up totally.
Quickly he retreated into the corner before the pleasure/pain/pleasure came back.
The person who had woken him kneeled still in shock. Alex cast his eyes about trying to see if there were any more masters. It would not bode well with him if he were found alone, out of his master's bed.
Gradually his eyes adjusted to the light of the day. Once they were clear, Alex could see it was the slave/not slave from last night.
However today Alex could see that he was not a slave but a master. Richly colored robes hung over him, hiding his beauty and body, as only masters were allowed.
"Alex, I think your name is Alex. Are you all right?" The Not Slave asked in a concerned tone.
Alex looked at the man curiously. A master should not be asking if he was all right. The master should be ordering him back to his master's bed or down to the witch woman to have his wounds looked at.
"Is there some one I can tell, someone I can take you to? I'm a little new here."
Alex slid along the wall, watching the Not Slave. He wondered when another Master would show up to tell the new one how things went on in the courts of Haneria.
"Where are you going? Let me help, your hurt."
Alex fought the urge to run. Never before had he heard the concerned tone the Not Slave was using on him. Nobody ever paid him attention inless they had to, that being when it was time to punish him for not behaving or bringing the pleasure/pain/pleasure.
When Alex turned around to leave the Not Slave hissed and grabbed his arm.
"How can anybody be treated this way?"
"I am a slave," Alex simply said, as if it was as obvious as the color of the sky.
"But you shouldn't be hurt or anything. Walter said that him and the others take care of their slaves, they protect and care for them."
Perplexed Alex regarded the Not Slave, the beauty had no real idea what happens in Haneria.
He limped down the hall, avoiding the Not Slaves touch as he followed him.
Through the corridors reserved for the people who took out the waste and the lowliest slaves, such as himself, he made his way to the witch woman. The Not Slave followed him every step of the way.
In the bowels of the castle, near the warmth of the kitchen, the witch woman had a room. The smell of herbs curing over powered the rank smell of waste.
The small woman frowned when she saw Alex, she waved him to his usual chair. Soon her knowing hands were exploring his wounds.
"Are you going to be all right Alex?" The Not Slave asked him.
"He doesn't talk much, but he'll heal, eventually. Though it was good of you to bring him here when you did. The queen will be most unhappy at his condition. She abhors blood and scars could cost him dearly. That's one of her rules, no permanent scaring of the slaves. The next time you borrow him I suggest you keep that in mind." The witch woman said distractedly to the Not Slave. Alex had heard similar speeches to other new masters.
"I didn't do this to him. I found him in the hallway like this."
"And you brought him down here?"
"No, I followed him. I really don't know my way around the castle. I was trying to find something to eat and I found him in the hallway and when I tried to help him he ran away."
The witch women regarded him in disbelief. Very few masters looked out for other slaves. She shook her head, knowing not to question his actions. She moved off into the pantries of her workshop for salves for Alex's wounds.
"I'm Fox, but Walter calls me Beauty," he held his hand out to shake though Alex didn't take it. After a moment he took back his hand.
"I want to thank you for helping yesterday. I didn't think they were going to punish you like that. It should have been me, not you."
Alex sat puzzled by the Not Slaves words. Nobody ever thanked him for anything. Nobody ever said they should have the pleasure/pain/pleasure of punishment and use instead of him. As a slave he deserved it, a Master did not.
That was when Alex noted that the Not Slaves arms were hairless. Much to the beauties embarrassment, Alex checked his legs and crotch through the robes. They too were hairless and smooth. He was a slave like him after all.
Alex grabbed Fox's arm tightly when he made like he was going to leave.
"Run, Fox. They don't know you yet. You have a chance to save yourself and your kingdom. Protect them from Haneria. Evil is afoot and it will take all the lands with it. Go home, Fox, before it's too late."
"What do you mean?"
"Leave this place before they kill you too."
Alex curled up on the foot stool. His knees under his chin watching the beautiful Fox.
Fox stared hard into Alex's eyes. They glowed with a passion for life that he had seen only in the most spirited beasts. It reminded him of a horse he once had. Thunder had been captured on the plains of his kingdom. The stable hands had tried vainly to train him but the beast was so strong willed that he would not break. The magnificent animal would have been destroyed it Fox had not intervened.
He had gentled that horse until it was his. Nobody could ride Thunder but Fox. All others would be thrown from his back.
Fox left Alex to the witch woman to help. He was unsure how to help the man, or help himself. Haneria was so different from what he had grown up with.
Glittering green eyes bored into his back at his retreat. Fox may be a slave, but he would always be a Master to Alex.
Kinda long, but I had to. Hope it doesn't cause you problems Nicole