Claiming of Sleeping Beauty II

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Alex made his way back to the Queen's chambers. His belly was full and a shy kitchen maid had tended his wounds. He had had worse. Luckily there were no broken bones and only his ribs gave him much pain. He slid onto the small fur pallet in the waiting chamber and fell into a dark slumber, hoping the Queen would not be furious that he had left the evil man's presence without permission. She was a cruel woman, but even she hated to see him overly mistreated…if he was too damaged to entertain her and her chosen companion of the moment she was forced to choose another slave and she had a definite penchant for Alex. He dreamed of the water of the cold lake near his home…he dreamed of diving into its deep blue currents and swimming to deep for pursuit. He dreamed of red lips, silken hair and a gentle voice. He turned in his sleep and gave a small grimace of pain. He reached, in his dreams, through cold water to touch the beauty before him…he knew that the beauty too wanted to…needed to be free.

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Fox made his way back through the unfamiliar corridors and flushed when he noticed that many of the stone statues had writhing slaves impaled and spread open on them. He couldn't help but stare at them…obviously impaled on stone phalluses. The mouth of one pretty slave was spread open by a leather-encased phallus that had been placed in the hand of the statue impaling him. Bright blue eyes peered at Fox from beneath a heavy shade of black lash and there was real suffering in those eyes. Fox judged the slave to be near his own age of eighteen, the smooth torso was flawless and heavy clamps clasped pert pink nipples. He moved toward the now whimpering slave and reached out a hand to smooth the shock of black hair from his face. He couldn't just leave him there!

"So I see you are a very bad little boy. You need a firm hand, beautiful one."

Fox spun about at the sound of the raspy voice. He instinctively backed away from the man. The smell of cherry flavored tobacco was a sickening cloud surrounding them. He felt the slave's body pressed to his silk-encased back and he lifted his chin defiantly.

"Who are you to speak to me so?" Prince Fox's voice held very little tremble and he was pleased by that, as the man terrified him.

A long fingered hand reached for him and he slapped it away.

Black, poisonous eyes glared with instant rage. "You dare! You dare little slave? You will soon be begging me for mercy."

"I will deal with my slave, my lord." Walter's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage and as he approached his size dwarfed the Dark Man and instinctively he drew away from the muscular Crown Prince.

Walter grabbed Fox by one arm and jerked him to his brawny chest with a dark glare. "You will learn obedience, Beauty, and you will learn it quickly." He tore away Fox's purloined robe with one swipe of his massive fist. "Slaves are not allowed clothing. Ever!"

"I fear he will be too much for you, your highness, he is an uppity beauty."

Walter turned to face the Dark Man and grabbed the man by the throat. "You will do well to stay away from this one. I know not why my mother panders to you. I know not why she lends you her own slave, but heed me. If you ever touch *my* slave I will make sure it is the last thing you ever do!" He tossed the man away from him and with one last glare he pushed Fox before him and took his leave.

The Dark Man stroked his abused neck and spit out a piece of tobacco. The Crown Prince was too dangerous by far. He would not yield easily…if at all. He let a small, ugly smile slide over his thin, pale lips. Soon Haneria would be no more and Walter would grace the home of one of his allies…maybe as a laborer or perhaps stuffed and displayed to warn other upstarts the folly of resistance. The allies had a thirst for pretty slaves, but they had other needs as well, darker needs, all of which he supplied quite happily. He would make Walter watch as he trained the beautiful Fox, Beauty as Walter so aptly named him. He would see how a little pretty could be turned into the most obedient sex toy. His cock swelled heavily as he imagined those ripe lips stretched taut over cock after cock, some human some not. He remembered that he was looking for his lovely Alex. He would keep them both perhaps. He would be rewarded well should he sell either but he could not imagine parting with the green-eyed beauty, the queen's personal whore, but then Fox was a scrumptious feast for anyone with an eye for beauty. He went in search of Alex. He would teach the little slut to heel if he had to break every bone in the beautiful body to do it.

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"I was hungry…"

"Not another word," Walter hissed.

"But, you were asleep…" Fox protested, crimson with shame as he felt his naked genitals swaying with the hurried strides he was forced to make in order to keep up with the Crown Prince.

"I said not another word, Beauty. You are going to be punished enough as it is without adding more transgressions to the list."

"But you can't blame me for being hungry…I…" Fox stopped at the dark look he received and he looked down at his feet, confused.

When they reached the bedchamber Fox was surprised when he was pushed onto the bed and pulled into Walter's strong embrace. "You will sleep now…tomorrow will come soon enough for your punishments."

Fox wanted to protest, wanted to rail at the big man holding him so close. He felt the soft brush of lips along his jaw and he gasped in surprise.

Walter was more surprised than Fox. By all rights, he should be whipping the slave harshly, yet all he felt was relief that he had not been touched by that Dark bastard and a tenderness holding the lovely body close.

"You are forbidden to leave this room unescorted…*ever*! Do you understand? You are far too tempting to roam about, and I will *not* share you, Beauty."

Fox felt the hard bulge at his backside and he felt the familiar tremble of lust that this man evoked in him. He nodded emphatically, though he didn't understand at all. The vision of the pretty green-eyed slave, laying so abused on the floor made him shudder and he turned into Walter's large chest. "Will you hurt me very much?" His voice was but a whisper.

Walter cleared his throat gruffly. "You will be punished and that is all you need to know." He felt his love tremble and surprised himself by kissing the silken hair, "But I would never truly hurt you, my Beauty, my sweet Fox." His eyes were wide in the dark and he cleared his throat again. "However, you will still wish you hadn't disobeyed me! I will not give you such softness that you think to wrap me around your fingers…so be advised about that!"

Fox nodded into the large neck and whispered against the strong muscles there. "I understand."

Walter smiled tenderly at that. Beauty was such a smart slave. He patted the naked back and slid an appreciative hand down to cup the lush buttocks. "I will see to it that you do…tomorrow after you have rested a bit."

Fox yawned sleepily as Walter's fingers worked their way between his rounded cheeks. His eyes blinked open as a large digit began to play at his sensitive anus. AS he tensed intuitively the large hand moved to swat his ass.

"When your master begins to play with you there, you will immediately spread yourself and raise your buttocks for his play."

After another swat Fox rolled to his stomach and reached behind himself to spread open his own buttocks. He spread his sleekly muscled thighs and raised his ass for Walter's pleasure.

Walter crooned his approval and resumed his play. He placed fingers to Fox's lips so that Fox could taste himself and slicken the passage of the thick fingers in his ass. He began to whimper as the fingers found his prostrate and stroked that little nub of pleasure. He was panting after several minutes and Walter growled in response.

Walter rearranged his beauty so that Beauty's head rested between Walter's feet and his thigh were spread open over Walter's own. He lifted that ass to his face and began to lick the salty pink flesh and tongue the small twitching hole. He pulled the cheeks hard apart and tried to devour the sweet flesh. He sounded like a ravenous beast and Fox could only whimper in desire and shame. He wanted to be filled with Walter's large cock. He squirmed, skewered on that silken tongue, until Walter pushed him away before covering him. The entire weight of the massive prince almost crushed Fox as his ass was entered quickly. The combination of little oxygen and the incredible feeling of the almost violent fucking made Fox light-headed and he tried to scream his lust as he came at his master's urging.

Feeling the spasming muscles clenching him like dozens of hot vices Walter roared out his own orgasm and thrust wildly into his slave, his lover. Fox's body rocked at the wild, deep thrusts, and Walter screamed again and again as pleasure coursed through his veins. His Beauty was so tight and hot…so brilliantly beautiful. He pulled Fox's unconscious body up and lay the sweaty young man on top of his heavy frame. He cradled the beauty to his chest and kissed the pretty mole as Fox fell into a deep sleep.

"I love you, Beauty. I will never let you go. *Never.*"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You ate, not me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Queen Regina chambers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walter panted as his cock emptied his seed deep within the body of his Beauty. He traced a large hand through the thin layer of sweat that covered the lean-muscled back of his slave. He wrapped his hand in the thick chestnut locks and pulled Beauty's head back. His slave had passed out.

With Beauty unconscious, Walter was able to admire the face of the young man that had captured his heart. He knew Beauty was new to his role as a slave, but Walter could tell that Beauty was made to be dominated. In every surreptitious glance that Beauty gave to the debauched scenes before him, Walter caught the look of envy on Beauty's face.

Walter sighed with a deep longing to take Beauty away to be his to love and to dominate away from this court. He knew this was futile. He was meant to rule Hahneria and Beauty was meant to rule a vassal kingdom. Until then he would have Beauty to play with as his own. There was one problem that he had to correct. Beauty's nature inclination to submit made him too timid to ask for simple things like food or drink. Walter knew he would have to correct this.

A plan began to form in his mind as he lay there stroking the face of his special slave. He carried Beauty over to the bed and untied the leather thongs tied about Fox's genitals. He then covered Fox in blankets to let him sleep. Walter arranged his clothing into a more suitable appearance and left the rooms. He called one of his personal guards to stay and watch the door.

Walter strode to the Queen's apartments. He was bade enter and found his mother and her personal physician tending the battered body of Prince Alexei.

"Mother, what happened? I never knew you to batter your favorites in this manner," Walter said.

"It was that bastard, Monn Noire," she hissed.

"That man over steps his bounds. He should be brought before the court in chains as you declare judgment on him," Walter said with anger. He hated that sick man more than anyone in the world and vowed that Monn Noire would never get near his Beauty.

"My son, that is easier said then done. Monn Noire has many powerful allies. We must be careful in dealing with him," the Queen said unhappily.

"Mother, I think you give the man more credit. It was your grandfather himself who made this kingdom a power to contend with. Since that time we have stood as a bulwark against the mighty Sultan himself. How can this Monn Noire cause you concern when you have the respect of the Sultan himself?" Walter asked his mother incredulously.

"I will not be spoken too in this fashion. It is bad enough that I must endure the monster Noire to harm my favorite, but now my son challenges me. I will not have it," the Queen spat. Prince Walter looked with new eyes at his mother. She was still beautiful, but it was a strained beauty. Maybe ruling was not good for her health. He would have to see what possible remedies he could think to help his mother, he thought grimly.

"Mother, I have a request. You know how my newest slave is rather reticent." At the her nod of confirmation, he continued, "I believe he needs some special lessons and I think your favorite could help. Would you consider letting me borrow him for a few hours a day?" Walter asked.

"My son, you sound like you have something delicious planned. Of course you can use him for a few hours, but I must hear of what you have planned," the Queen said smiling at her son.

"First, how long until he is fit?" Walter asked.

"He should be fine in a few hours. I've had the court physician use as much magic as necessary to quicken the curing of his physical ailments and he is in a healing trance that will make up for days of lost sleep. He should be out of it by late this afternoon. He will be ready for his duties by the evening meal," the Queen replied.

"Good. This is what I have planned," Walter said to his mother as he told her how Prince Alexei would help educate his Beauty. When the Queen heard of what Walter had planned she cackled with glee.

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Prince Walter returned to his apartments and took off all of his clothing. He slipped into bed with his exhausted slave. The closeness of his treasured beauty reawakened his manhood. He pulled his slave back towards his body as he reentered that sweet hole. Walter enjoyed the relaxed heat of his slave's body as he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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Prince Fox woke with a start. It was clearly late in the morning. He felt a massive warm bulk against his back and a thick reminder of his master deep within his own body. Fox snuggled back into the warmth of that body.

Walter was already awake when his Beauty woke with a start. He smiled as he felt Fox move about until he realized he was impaled on Walter's cock. Fox's surprise was soon replaced as Walter turned him over onto his stomach and began to ride that sweet ass. In and out, Walter thrust into that tight opening. All he could think about was the cloying heat as he rammed hard into Fox's body. He did not know that his thrusting and pushing was causing Fox's own cock to be rubbed against the sheets. Fox moaned as he felt Walter shoot deep inside his body knowing that no relief was in store for his aching cock.

Walter kissed his slave's neck and played with Fox's hard nipples. He knew Fox was close to coming, but he wanted him hot and ready. Walter pulled both of them back slightly and reached over for the draw pull. Soon a servant knocked on the door to ask if he could be of service. He was a slave Prince as well. One that had been sent to the kitchens as punishment for his misbehavior. The time in the kitchen must have done some good since he presented himself as the ideal slave waiting for commands from his masters.

"Have a large breakfast for two sent up here immediately and have all my day's work sent here at once. Leave word that I wish to speak with Her Majesty's Chancellor later today," Walter told the servant. He pulled out of his Fox and started for the bathing room. Fox jumped quickly to follow.

After they were both bathed, Walter went and sat down at the table to eat. Fox began by serving Walter. When Walter nodded that he had enough food on his plate, Fox began to fix his own breakfast plate. Twice Walter had to remind him to take more. Fox was soon happily eating a large breakfast at Walter's feet as Walter reviewed the letters and court documents that were brought to him. Thankfully there was nothing urgent he had to respond to. The few items that required his attention were delegated to his secretary to handle. This left his day free to enjoy the new bout of training he was to begin with his Beauty. He had one goal he wished to accomplish by the end of this day, that his Beauty would leave all reticence and give himself to Walter completely as a slave. He would do this in two ways. First, he would show Beauty what would become of him if he did not please Walter completely. And then to make Fox know the complete ecstasy of submission, he would be given a lesson in the pleasure of submission.

Walter looked down and saw that Mulder had finished his meal. He had been careful to interrupt Fox enough times to prevent him from getting ill by bolting his food down. He also wanted to make sure that his Beauty was full, but not too full that he would fall asleep.

Walter called for a servant to remove the remains of breakfast and to call his secretary to his apartments. He then walked back into the bed chamber to get dressed.

"Beauty, it is part of your duties to help me dress. I expect you to become proficient enough that you can do it without hands, but I will be patient with you. You may use your hands," Walter said as he began to find items in his wardrobe and threw them onto the bed. Walter was a bit amused as Beauty dressed him. It would take awhile before he was skilled enough to remove Prince Walter's clothing with only his mouth let alone dress him. However, Walter was dressed eventually. He walked out into the main room of his apartments where his secretary stood already organizing the material Walter had left for him. He went over and gave some additional orders to his secretary the last one being to have his horse readied for him.

He turned and smiled, his Beauty had sat in a waiting posture all through Walter's discussion with his secretary. Walter was pleased with the graceful poise in which Fox held himself. He walked over and ruffled Fox's hair in approval. That was followed by a quick snap of his fingers to indicate that Fox was to follow him.

They walked down the corridors. Walter passed many a naked and excited slave Prince or Princess without a glance. Fox was not so indifferent. He looked at amazement at all of the slaves either being played with by their Masters or Mistresses or doing chores around the castle. They soon came to the entrance hall of the castle. Fox followed his master out to the courtyard.

Walter led his slave outside the castle where his great warhorse awaited them. The horse smelled Walter from a distance and began to whinny happily at the appearance of its master. When Walter came up to the great beast, the horse butted its nose against Walter's chest.

"Okay Laddie, will you be able to carry my lovely little Beauty along with me to town today?" Walter asked the horse. The uncanny snort of dismissal from the horse matched his own knowledge that this beast could carry much more than the weight of his lovely slave. Walter had a special saddle fitted for the horse. The saddle was longer to carry two people. However, the most interesting part of the saddle was a large leather phallus that was laced into the base itself.

Beauty looked at the saddle and drew back in terror. On the long saddle a prominent phallus stood at the front. His Master meant for him to be impaled on that device as they rode. A sharp slap on his buttocks from one of the grooms got his attention. He rose on shaky feet and walked up the steps. He was helped onto the phallus and slowly lowered. Beauty grimaced as the hard, unyielding device slid deep within him. The phallus was in such a position that when Prince Walter mounted, it would seem as if he was indeed mounted on his master's cock. Beauty tried to calm himself as the grooms began to ornament his body. Shiny black cuffs were attached to his wrists and ankles. Clamps with rings were attached to his nipples. These caused him to moan. A set each of small twinkling bells were attached to the clamps. His hair was tied back and a thick black ribbon tied it in place.

Walter took a second to admire the handsome picture his Beauty made for him. He admired the contrast of the black leather phallus piercing the white buttocks of his Beauty's ass. The sight was enough to cause his cock to harden. He couldn't wait to show Beauty the punishment for intractable or incompetent slaves so that he could return to the castle and ravage those white buttocks.

Walter soon joined his slave in the saddle. Sitting behind Beauty with the thick phallus rubbing against his codpiece would be maddening, he thought. He eased the horse off into a trot. Beauty began to make small whimpering sounds as the phallus bounced within his bottom. Walter chuckled when he glanced down to see his Beauty's cock leaking pre cum onto the saddle.

They rode down the Royal Road into town. Fox blushed bright red as farmers and other passerby's bowed or cheered Prince Walter. No one seemed to take notice of the naked slave sitting in the saddle before their Prince, except for a few young men who leered at Prince Fox.

Soon the traffic on the road increased and it became apparent that they had come to the town. Fox was still blushing a bright red as they made their way through the crowds.

"Beauty, this is not auction day so I cannot show you that, but I will show you the Public Tents. There you will see where the most unfortunate slaves end up," Walter whispered into Fox's ear before he licked a drop of salty sweat from a lobe.

Fox could see a very large open field with a series of tents linked to one another to form one large one. Many people were going in and out of the opening. Walter stopped the horse and beckoned to one of the young boys who lined the tent seeking to watch someone's horse for a few pennies. One boy came and Walter gave him the xxx. Walter used both hands to unlace the phallus from the base of the saddle. He then allowed Fox to get down. Walter joined him and began to tie the long laces around Fox's waist and around his hard cock and balls. To Fox's embarrassment, Walter was able to secure the phallus and tie the ends tightly around the base of his cock. Also, his balls were pulled down tight so that the skin on them glistened.

"Boy, here are ten pennies to watch my horse. Make sure he gets plenty of clean water and fresh hay and I'll give you this," Walter told the boy as he flashed a silver piece. The boy nodded his head vigorously. Walter led Fox toward the entrance. When they got to the entrance he told the haymaster to send supplies if needed to his horse. He gave the man a silver and indicated which horse and which boy was watching it. The haymaster nodded his thanks and promised to take care.

Two men at the entrance opened the flap for both of them. Fox's eyes had to adjust to the slightly darker interior. Immediately his senses of sound and smell were assaulted with the undeniable presence of sex. Walter led Fox down what seemed an avenue. There were many clothe stalls, more than Fox could imagine. Each had a hawker crying out the wares to be found within. Many of the stalls were enclosed, but just as many had their flaps open and their occupants were exposed to all the world to see. Fox tried to concentrate, but the loud hawking interrupted him.

"Fancy another pretty Prince to play with m'lord," a man said indicating a stall where a fair haired young prince stood tied to chains hanging from a beam. His weight was slightly off balance so his round buttocks jutted out nicely.

"M'lord, how about a sweet young Princess to change the pace from your little Prince there," another man said indicating a stall where a beautiful, petite red headed Princesses lay bound to a cross. Her arms tied to the cross while her legs were spread obscenely at the base of the cross by a cross bar. Fox could see the moist evidence of her arousal on the fine red hairs of her pubis.

"Oh, what a pretty Prince you have m'lord, but whatcha are needing is a strong Prince to break," a woman called out to Prince Walter. In her stall a stood tall, muscular Prince even larger than Walter tied to a similar cross as the Princess, but he faced the cross and his backside was marked with various welts from the whips and straps that hung from the stall's walls.

Mulder was shocked and terribly excited. His cock seemed to strain even more as Walter showed him each stall.

"You see my Beauty, these slaves were not seen fit to be bought to serve a single Master or Mistress, but rather anyone who could save enough money to use them for a time," Walter said as they passed a stall where a handsome Prince was being ravaged on his hands and knees by a large country boy. Fox moved closer to his master, who put a hand on Fox's neck to calm him. Walter continued to show Fox the sights of the Public Tents.

"See what could become of you, Beauty, if you do not learn to please me perfectly. You could end up here serving the needs of any man or woman with the coins to pay for you," Walter warned his slave. He was rewarded with the shudders moving through Fox's body. Walter knew Fox's temperament was not made for the Public Tents. He guided both of them out of the tent.

Fox was still shaken by the experience of the Public Tents. The idea that anyone with the right amount of money could demand the use of his body was frightening. He unconsciously moved closer to his master, seeking the protection he offered.

Walter led the two of them away from the Public Tents and into Town. Fox was shocked to see many Princes and Princesses doing all sorts of manual labor. All his life he had led a pampered existence so he could sympathize with the slaves that were being punished for not doing their jobs correctly. He hoped his master would not be so cruel.

They came to an inn called the 'Lion and the Fox'. It was a very prosperous looking business. There was a large open field to the side of the building that housed a huge oak tree. Under that tree quite a few tables were filled with people enjoying their food and drink in this nice weather. Walter led Fox into the inn itself. A handsome woman came and courtesied in front of Prince Walter and then she smiled.

"So, you found another pretty one to play with my Prince," she said as he appraised the tall beauty before her.

"Yes, Mistress Ratchett. He is a beauty. He needs much training so I thought to show him what happens when slaves misbehave at the castle," Walter told the woman.

"Come on in then. I have a table for you and I have a nice lunch for the two of you. He will be eating with you, my Prince?" Mistress Ratchett asked.

"Yes, he will need his sustenance," Walter laughed. They moved over to a table near a window. Fox was surprised to see a pretty Prince sitting in the lap of a huge soldier. The Prince was kissing the soldier madly. Fox did not understand why until he saw that the soldier had captured the Prince's cock in one hand while the fingers of the other were buried deep inside him. From the looks of the Princes redden member it seemed that he had not come in a long time. Fox's own cock began to harden as he enjoyed being the voyeur. He turned and was startled to see that Prince Walter was staring at him with a hungry expression.

A pretty blond Princess brought over a tray of food and drinks and spread them on the table. Since Walter had allowed Fox to sit with him, he also indicated that Fox could eat as well. They both began to eat. Fox kept looking up from his plate as he watched the Princes and Princesses work. More than once, a pert pair of buttocks were groped. The whole scene made Fox blush.

Walter watched Fox's distracted face as they ate. He could tell that while his Beauty was shocked, he was also highly aroused. Fox probably never had to do any manual labor his entire life and the site was strange and compelling to him. Walter finished his meal and decided if Fox was so distracted he would let him miss some of this meal. More the better for later this evening.

Fox's head turned sharply when he saw that Walter had risen. Rising quickly he followed his master out of the inn. The remainder of the day was one of extreme embarrassment for Fox as he had never thought to be displayed naked in front of commoners. Walter spoke with his subjects and many a time played with Fox to the amusement of his subjects. The day seemed to pass slowly as Walter greeted people and made arrangements for the tanner to come to the castle for what Walter said was some "special requests." The look Walter gave Fox when he said that brought a tingle to Fox's cock. He realized that he had been imprisoned in with these straps for hours. He wondered if he might be damaged.

These thoughts were quickly dismissed when Walter told him that they were leaving. They headed back to the field with the Public Tents. Walter's horse had been well taken care of and the young boy who had waited on the beast was standing near by. At their approach, the young boy unfastened the horse and waited.

"I see you are a lad of your word. Here is your payment for taking such good care of my second love," Walter said as he gave the young boy two silver pieces. The boy's eyes widen with disbelief and he stammered his thanks and ran off. Walter chuckled as he motioned Fox over.

"I think you have had that in for quite enough time," Walter told Fox as he began to untie the straps holding the phallus in place. Fox sighed with relief thinking his cock and balls would soon be free as well. Walter had other ideas. After slowly pulling the phallus out, he took out his knife and cut the straps that imprisoned Fox's cock and balls. They would continue to stay imprisoned. Fox moaned, but was happy to be free of the phallus.

Once again Walter had Fox sit in front of him on the horse. "Beauty, I want you to lean forward and hold onto Laddie's withers," Walter instructed. Fox did so not knowing that he exposed his white buttocks to his master. He could feel movement behind him and soon he felt the blunt head of Walter's erect cock press against his hole. The long hours with the phallus had relaxed him. And while the phallus was smaller than Walter's cock it did allow Walter to slide in smoothly.

"Okay, my love, sit back down," Walter said. The heat and tightness enveloping him as Fox slide down onto his cock was delicious. "Now for the fun me Beauty," Walter whispered into Fox's ear as he whistled to Laddie. The horse began to walk and then to canter.

Fox began to moan with the pleasure of the large member that filled him as the horse's movements bounced him on Walter's cock. As they rode farther away from town, Walter allowed the horse's movements to bring bliss to both of them. He reveled in the soft, mewing sounds Fox was making as the horse continued to canter. Walter was getting close to coming so he urged the horse into a gallop. Walter was soon crying out his pleasure as the horse ran thundering through the countryside.

Fox was almost incoherent in his pleasure. The feel of the great animal underneath him and the massive member of his master pumping into him was too much. He was about to cry out in his climax when Walter placed a tight fist on Fox's cock. Fox screamed as his come was forced out of the tight fist, this caused the muscles in his body to wrench down on Walter's cock sending him into his orgasm as well. Fox was in tears. His pleasure was so intense it was almost pain.

Walter lay back gasping as the last of his seed shot into Mulder. He leaned heavily into the back of his beautiful slave, grateful in the knowledge that Laddie would find them home safely. Walter raised his hand and made Fox lick and clean his own seed from Walter's hand.

"Oh, my Beauty, the things I have planned for you," Walter said huskily, eliciting both a shudder of fear and desire from Fox. Fox saw ride back to the castle through the eyes of a sated man. They were soon at the entrance and the grooms came to assist Prince Walter and Fox.

"Joseph," Walter said to one of the slave groomers standing at attention. The young man came quickly to kneel before his Prince.

"Joseph, I want you to see that Beauty is taken care of. I want him ready for me this evening," Walter said. It was the most important thing for a slave at the castle to be always ready for their Master or Mistress. It was easier for the Princesses since their readiness did not have to be so openly displayed. The Princes had a harder time since their members had to always be ready for the pleasure of their Masters or Mistresses.

Walter pulled Fox in for a searing kiss. He released him into Joseph's care and walked towards the Queen's Chambers to speak with her about Monn Noire.

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Fox was led gently by the man named Joseph to a small room. There was a lead pipe that protruded from the ceiling at the far end of the room and there was a hole right below the pipe in the floor.

"Beauty, come over here," Joseph said, indicating the area with the pipe. He turned a wheel and water began to fall from the pipe. Joseph then turned another wheel. After testing the water he motioned Fox to stand under the spray.

Fox was amazed as warm water fell onto his body. He had never bathed liked this before. He had always used a bath tub. Joseph gave him soap and a cloth. Fox found it strangely exciting to have a stranger watch him bathe himself.

"Beauty, make sure everything is clean," Joseph said. Fox redoubled his efforts. When Joseph was satisfied he was clean he had Fox sit on a stool. Fox was a bit frightened when Joseph revealed a razor and shaving foam.

"Don't worry, Beauty, I will be very careful," Joseph said with a laugh as he began to apply the shaving foam. Fox colored as Joseph covered his entire body including under his arms, his chest, his legs and his genitals. With practiced efficiency, Joseph soon had Fox denuded.

"Now, I need you to bend over and spread yourself for me, Beauty," Fox almost balked until he felt a firm smack to his backside. He complied and winced when the foam was applied. Joseph made quick work of the hair there as well. Soon Fox had hair only on his head and above his eyes. Joseph used a wet cloth to wipe off the remaining foam. He then applied a cool lotion.

"This will keep your skin from developing a rash," Joseph explained. "Now I want you to bend over that and hold onto the handles on the floor," Joseph told Fox indicating an odd bar that stood waist high. The bar forced Fox to bend over far forward. There were two large rings that jutted out from the floor. When Fox grabbed them, he was pulled even further, to the point that he stood on his toes.

"That's perfect. You are such a good, compliant slave, Beauty. It is no wonder our Prince is so enamored by you," Joseph said. Fox could hear Joseph setting up some equipment. He jumped when he felt a cool, lubricated finger tease his opening. And then a slender and hard object was forced inside. Fox didn't no what was happening until he felt the warm water fill his bowels. He blushed. He had only had a few enemas in his life and was embarrassed that they would cause him to get an erection. He felt his cock stirring and hoped Joseph wouldn't notice.

Joseph came to stand next to Fox as the liquid filled his bowels. Fox felt the first sign of cramping, Joseph must have noticed this because he was soon massaging Fox's stomach. As time went on, Joseph went from massaging Fox's stomach to stroking Fox's hard cock. Fox forgot the cramping as he enjoyed the expert manipulation of his organ.

"You are doing wonderfully, Beauty. Now, go and empty yourself in the basin," Joseph said as he stopped his stroking. Fox walked bow legged to the basin. His hard cock was bouncing as he walked. He released all the water that was inside of him. Joseph came with a wet cloth to clean him further. Fox began to feel very sleepy.

"You are getting drowsy from the light sedative in the water. Your Prince wants you well rested for this evening," Joseph said as he steered Fox to a small pallet. Fox was soon fast asleep.

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Prince Alexei woke feeling someone stroking his face. Thinking it was Monn Noire he pushed himself away from that hand. The person who had been stroking his face must have known his fear since that person chuckled.

"Alexei, do not worry. I am not that monster," a deep voice rumbled. Alexei came immediately alert. It was the Crown Prince. He opened his eyes to see an amused look on the face of the Prince. "I believe you are well rested and healed from your tribulations. And as a favor to my mother, I have decided to give you a treat," Walter said.

Alexei immediately thought that Prince Walter was his "treat." He looked at the well muscled body revealed by the manly clothing and thought it might be interesting to see if all the rumors of the Prince's virility were true. Alexei had been the favorite of the Queen from the beginning and she had not shared him with her son. Now it seemed that she had decided to do so.

"Whatever my Lord wishes for me will be a "treat," Alexei said with a slight purr.

Walter laughed and reached over to pinch a dusky nipple, "You are such a slut. Not even ten minutes from awakening and you are eager. No, tonight at dinner you will get your treat. You will be brought to my apartments and then you will see what awaits you," Walter laughed again as he grabbed the startled Prince and pulled him in to kiss him. The kiss was so brutal that Alexei's lips were left swollen. Walter looked deep into Alexei's green eyes, "Dinner," he said and then he rose quickly and left Alexei confused.

Alexei lay back in the bed wondering what or who was "dinner."

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Several hours later

Fox awoke in a darkened room. He heard shuffling and saw that it was Joseph. Fox yawned as he came fully awake.

"Good, just in time," Joseph said as he walked over to Fox. He came over and used a wet cloth to freshen up Fox's face. Joseph chuckled at Fox's hair. It stood in disarray. Joseph and left and came back with a towel and a bucket of warm water. He placed the towel around Fox's shoulders and had him lean back. Soon Fox's hair was wet again. Joseph dried it and with the use of a thick brush soon had Fox's hair in a presentable fashion. "Okay, now up Beauty, I have one last thing for you." Fox felt Joseph expertly tie his cock and balls with a long, thin leather strap. Soon his balls were pulled down and separated by the thin material and his cock was tied at the base. Joseph gently stroked Fox's cock until it harden. The tight leather held the blood in.

"Now, we are going to see your Prince," Joseph said as he led Fox back to Walter's apartment. Fox no longer felt embarrassed walking through the castle naked and exposed. Now he found it thrilling that people would stop to look and appraise him. Walter was sitting at his desk in the apartment when Beauty was ushered in. Without a word, Walter pointed towards his feet. Fox walked quickly to kneel at Walter's feet and to begin licking the black leather boots Walter was wearing.

"Joseph, once again you have done a wonderful job. I hope you will be available to be my Beauty's personal groomer?" Walter asked.

"My Prince, with the Duke of Augsburg without a personal slave at this point, I am free," Joseph told his Prince.

"Excellent. I will advise the Duke of my intent to have you groom my Beauty," Walter replied. He nodded his head again in thanks and dismissed Joseph.

"So my Beauty looks very refreshed?" Walter said.

"Yes, Master, I had a wonderful bath and a long nap," Fox said from his position at Walter's feet. He shivered when a large finger stroked the hairless flesh between his buttocks.

"Yes, I can see that Joseph has done an excellent job. However, I know you must be hungry so you will eat now," Walter said. He rose and Fox followed into another room.

Fox stifled a gasp as he saw Prince Alexei laying on a low table. The warm candlelight made him look like a young god resting. However, that was not the most interesting thing about how Prince Alexei looked. His body would serve as the table for the meal. Between his open legs at his crotch warm potatoes lay resting like extra testicles. His large erect cock was covered by long strips of thin meat covered in gravy. His torso would serve as dessert. Candied fruits ran like a trail up the center of his torso to his chest. Large dollops of whipped cream covered his nipples and standing obscenely in the air was a peeled banana gripped by Alexei's full lips.

Walter walked over to Alexei and dipped his finger in a little gravy and brought his finger to his lips to taste, "Beauty, he is very delicious, but you must hurry or your dinner will get cold. And I want you to eat every bite."

Fox walked slowly over to Alexei, who's eyes were smiling up at him. Fox could feel his cock harden even more in its restraints at the sight of the handsome Prince laid out like a platter. Kneeling on the floor next to the table, Fox leaned over and took a potato in his mouth. He rubbed it against Alexei's cock to cover it with gravy. Alexei moaned at the touch. He moaned even more as he saw how the potato was slowly consumed by Fox's mouth. Fox leaned again and ate another potato. He continued until they were gone. Now he was faced with Alexei's cock. It truly was a piece of meat. He leaned down and taking one end of a strip of meat in his mouth he slowly began to eat it. Alexei whimpered with need as he saw the meat get slowly pulled into Fox's mouth. Fox leaned down and used his tongue to clean the exposed portion of Alexei's cock of any gravy. Alexei lifted his hips to increase the pressure. Fox repeated the act until all of the meat was consumed. He then took Alexei's naked cock in his mouth and began to suck. Alexei groaned and pushed into that hot mouth.

"I said eat, Beauty," Walter warned from the chair he was sitting on. He had moved to watch this wonderful sight. His own cock was in his hand throbbing as he watched his Beauty eat from the body of the handsome Prince Alexei.

Fox looked up and apologized with his eyes to Alexei. He got up onto the table and straddled Alexei's legs. He leaned down and took a candied fruit in his mouth and ate it. He did this once, twice, three times until all of the fruit was gone. He went back down and began to lick the sweet juices from Alexei's writhing torso. When Fox came to one of Alexei's nipples, Alexei almost begged him not to do it fearing the pleasure he knew was coming. Alexei soon forgot that thought as Fox's tongue began to lick off all of the cream. When the nipple was revealed, Fox continued to lick until it was hard. He put his lips on the nipple and sucked with his lips until Alexei almost bit off the banana. Fox performed the same torture on the remaining nipple. Fox scooted up until his leather trapped cock was rubbing against Alexei's naked one. Fox looked down at the beautiful and aroused green eyes of Prince Alexei. Leaning down he began to take bites from the banana until it was short enough so that he could take all of it in his mouth and his lips could meet Alexei's. Fox took bigger bites until he was kissing Alexei completely and with passion. In fact, Alexei bit off a bit the remaining banana and ate it himself so that he could explore Fox's mouth with his own tongue.

Walter sat riveted as the two beautiful young men kissed and rubbed their bodies with passion. His own massive cock had weeped more precum then he had ever before. When he saw that their movements were increasing, he growled and walked over to them. He pulled the two Princes apart. His Beauty had a dazed look in his eyes and his lips were swollen from his kiss with Prince Alexei.

Walter moaned and pulled Fox in for a kiss. He could taste banana as his tongue invaded Fox's mouth. He nibbled Fox's full lips. And then he pulled back.

"Stand, Alexei," he barked. Alexei quickly complied. He stood next to Walter, his cock bouncing in its hardness. "Beauty, sit here," Walter said pointing to the chair that he had just left. When Fox was sitting, Walter roughly pushed Alexei onto his hands and knees with his face in Fox's lap.

Kicking Alexei's legs wide apart, Walter kneeled down and without any preparation, shoved his massive cock into Alexei.

Alexei moaned as Walter drove his manhood into his body. He grabbed onto Fox's waist for support. His mouth was only inches from Fox's bobbing cock. He quickly took it into his mouth. Fox gasped with pleasure and began to thrust up into Alexei's mouth.

Walter knew he wouldn't last long in the heat of Prince Alexei. He began to thrust wildly. He reached up with his right hand and pulled Beauty's face down so he could kiss him. With his other hand he quickly and roughly stroked Alexei to completion.

Fox was moaning as Walter kissed him. He felt his cock swell and he kissed Walter harder as he emptied his seed into Alexei's mouth.

Walter felt Alexei come and as Alexei's muscles clamped down on his cock in their spasming, he pulled away from Beauty and roared as his climax shot from his body into the clinging heat of Alexei.

Crown Prince Walter stood over his two panting slaves. They looked so beautiful together, as he knew they would. His Fox’s lips were swollen; his nipples pert, his genitals lying sated, and his training equipment glistened with sweat, gold, silver, and jewels. Fox looked so pretty dressed up in his new training equipment. It was almost a shame that he had to take them off, but he had to prepare him for dinner.

To Beauty’s side lay Alexei, panting just like his Fox but ready for another round. Alexei’s endurance startled Walter, but only briefly. His mother the queen demanded only the best and had trained the jade eyed pretty to perfection. It would almost be a shame to give him back for the night; Fox and Alexei had paired so well. At least this made the next part of training easier.

"It is time to get ready for dinner. Alexei, you will show Fox how to dress me."

"Yes, my Master," Alexei shivered when he realized he had called the Crown Prince his master. The prince was so different from the queen. She liked to watch as the others played with him. The prince took a more active role in sex; giving as well as he got. He had been so careful and considerate in his playing. So very different then Monn Noire and Queen Regina.

Alexei crossed over to the wardrobe and took out the necessary garments. He laid these out onto the table before leaning down to pick one up by his teeth. He positioned it just right on the floor, let his master Prince Walter step into the breeches before pulling them up those thick legs. Next he picked up the shift and put that over Walter’s head. He was mindful to lick and nibble his master in the most enjoyable fashion as he adjusted the shirt. While he was putting on the vest, Walter grabbed him, pulling him in for a kiss that set even experienced Alexei’s head for a spin.

It only seemed natural to fall to his knees before Walter and take that throbbing cock into his mouth.

"Alexei, my pet, you are supposed to be dressing me," Prince Walter said with a hint of humor in his voice. He ran his hand through sable hair, not pushing away the pretty slave. He really was quite talented. It was no wonder that Monn Noire liked to borrow him but at least that monster was out of the kingdom and no longer abusing him or any other slave. It had terrified him no end to think that Monn Noire would try for his beautiful Fox.

"I am, I must a fix your cod piece."

Walter threw back his head and laughed. "You are very inventive. Pleasing your master while making it easier for yourself."

Alexei’s only response was to moan around the huge organ in his mouth.

"Beauty, come here, closer so that you may see." Prince Walter held out a hand to pull in his lanky slave. Fox laid his naked body along the prince’s, watching as Alexei eagerly brought his master to orgasm.

After having swallowed all the seed offered, Alexei used his mouth to button the codpiece in place. It took his entire mouth, working in concert, to fasten the buttons properly. He repeated the procedure on the other side, making sure his master was well covered. He then made his way up the vest, fastening each and every button with his mouth. His green eyes met Fox’s as he was buttoning the last two. Smiling, he toyed with the buttons, demonstrating what he had done to Walter and Fox’s cock during the evening.

Next came the boots, garter belt, and royal ornamentation. Some of these required the use of hands but Alexei was able to keep this at a minimum. He didn’t want Prince Walter to not like him, then he could not come back. For the first time in a long time he had felt a little bit of peace, surrounded on both sides by Fox and by Walter, cradled like Lishia from the wolves.

Once Walter was dressed he turned his attention to his twin beautiful slaves. He knew he would be the envy of all the court with these two. But first they had to get there and he had a plan. With Alexei, he would get Fox to communicate more.

"Now, Beauty, you have not been very open. You have not told me when you were injured nor when you were hungry. I need you to learn how to communicate with me more. An unhappy slave does not become you. You should enjoy your new life here, you should learn of all the pleasures I have in store but I cannot do this if I have to worry about you. Tonight I am going to teach you about communication."

Walter took out the cock and ball belt sets. Alexei put one on Fox then Fox put one onto Alexei. Walter supervised, making sure that Fox put enough salve on the leather dildo that was inserted into Alexei. He corrected Fox several times as he was fastening Alexei. Walter really had to send him off for training; he could have hurt himself or others in his naivete at the equipment. The prince’s enthusiasm at his new slave really had blinded him.

Next came the full body harnesses. The crown prince put one around Alexei, making sure it was fast. Next he put one on Fox, pulling on the laces so that there would be no doubt that he was restrained. He fastened the dog leashes, lacing his hands through the holes so that his beauties could not go far.

"Beauty, you will have to ask me what is going on around you," Walter said as he tied the blindfold over Fox’s hazel eyes. "Communication is key to this. If you do not ask, I will not tell. I will not let you endanger yourself too much but if you are going to learn to talk to me, you will have to endure a bump or two."

Prince Walter picked up the dildo gag and the other blindfold. When he approached, Alexei whimpered. He had to yank on the leash to get the younger one over to him. Maybe some reeducation wasn’t out of line for Alexei either.

"Alexei will also be blindfolded but he will be gagged. He will have to rely on you to ask the right questions. If you do not communicate with me he can get hurt. His well being is in your hands." Prince Walter blindfolded, gagged, and on after thought tied his hands together. Alexei was truly powerless and in Fox’s hands for safekeeping.

"Are you ready to lead us down to the dinning hall, Fox?"

"Yes, master," Fox said. He stumbled around for a few minutes, his hands waving in the air, exploring the room. Crown Prince Walter let him explore, not correcting his misbehavior. Eventually Fox would find the door or ask about it.

Alexei stood stonily still, not wanting to risk moving. He could hear Fox explore the room, trying to find a way out. The leather chains that fastened him to Prince Walter rattled every now and then when he jerked on the leash to give Fox room to explore. //Ask where the door is, Fox, then take my hand,// his mind screamed at Beauty. Alexei was all to aware that Prince Walter had not told Fox that he had restrained Alexei’s hands, leaving him even more help less.

The sound of a vase falling and hitting the floor resounded throughout the room like a bell. The tinkling of the porcelain shards scattering on stone froze Alexei. He couldn’t see where those shards lay. His feet could be surrounded by those sharp little bits. Thousands and thousands of little sharp pieces, ready to tear him, ready to cut into him and he couldn’t control it. This he had no power over.

"Stop," Walter’s powerful voice came out of the darkness. Alexei was already frozen where he was but Fox was not. The sounds of his continuing exploration of the room paused.

"Fox, I told you to ask me questions. You are supposed to communicate with me to be able to lead us down to the dinning hall. Now you have endangered both Alexei and yourself. The vase can hurt you by cutting into your feet and you cannot see where the pieces lie."

"I am sorry, master."

"Since I do not wish to see you hurt I will lead you and Alexei out of the room. Once outside you will have to ask questions to get to the dinning hall, understood?"

"Yes, master."

Alexei felt the leash hit the back of his legs. He did not realize that he had been panting hard until he found himself holding his breath. Without the leash he felt like a piece of wood adrift over the sea. Nothing was anchoring him to anything and he was surrounded by sharks teethes, ready to cut into his fleshy feet.

Prince Walter dropped the leashes and walked over to Fox. Carefully he lead his beauty through the maze of porcelain shards, brushing them aside from time to time to ensure Fox’s safe passage. Soon he had the young man outside his room leaning against the doorjamb. He went back inside for the other slave.

Walter was able to see that Alexei had a clear shot for the door. Only a few porcelain shards lay in the way. He put his large hands on the boy who started at his touch.

"I won’t let any harm fall you, Alexei. I will guide you out of here safely," Walter said, trying to ease the boy’s mind. He could tell that the slave was terrified. Such games as this may have been forced upon Alexei while Monn Noire played with him. It disgusted him to see the state the pretty boy had been in from the last time Monn Noire had borrowed him.

Still it took much prodding to get the boy to move into the right direction. With Walter’s gentle guiding hands soon Alexei was leaning against the other doorjamb. The crown prince gave quick orders to a servant outside that his quarters were to be thoroughly cleaned and swept. Not a single piece of the vase was to be left behind.

"Now, Fox, let us do this again."

"Master, in which direction does the dinning hall lie?"

"It is to the east."

Fox turned instinctively to his right. He had taken no more then two steps before he realized that he had no idea which way east was. He had asked the question but had been given an impotent answer. He’d have to ask more specific questions if he was to be able to get them to the dinning hall.

"Master, does the dinning hall lie to my right, left, or in front of me?"

"Very good, Beauty. It lies in none of those directions. Turn around." Fox followed Walter’s orders. "The dinning hall lies in that direction."

Fox started walking down the corridor, his hands before him, brushing against a statue or the wall from time to time. He tried to keep his right hand against the wall, keeping his way steady. It came as a surprise when the wall disappeared.

"Master, what lies at my right?"

"It is a corridor way."

Fox thought for a second. He knew the dinning hall lay this way but had not asked if the route to the dinning hall was in this direction. That was probably why he had turned right outside of the Crown Prince’s quarters.

"Will we take this corridor to the dinning hall?"

"No."

"Are we at a junction of the castle?"

"No, it is only a branching corridor. You are becoming quite specific in your questions, very good Fox."

"Thank you, master." Beauty practically glowed at the compliment. Once he got a handle on the game, it was not that hard. "To get to the dinning hall, will we continue along the corridor in the direction I have been following?"

"Yes, Beauty."

Fox carefully crossed the corridor, finding the continuing wall of the corridor he had been following. He groped his way down this. He only went a few steps before he began to wonder if he would have to turn off into another corridor, one that lay to his left.

"How far down this corridor until we reach a branching corridor that leads to the dinning hall?"

"I would say about 150 paces."

"Will you tell me if your estimate is off?"

"Yes. You really are quite bright. I’m sure you will have us at the dinning hall in no time."

"Thank you, Master."

Fox continued down the corridor. It seemed as if his body was hypersensitive. He could feel the air brushing across his body, the dominating presence of stone around him, and the shuffle of feet against the floor. He could hear Alexei’s flesh sliding on stone nearby, sharply contrasted by Walter’s booted, confident walk. Not thinking he called out, "Alexei, are you doing ok?"

"Alexei can’t answer you. He’s been tied and gagged."

"Tied?"

"Yes, his hands are tied behind him."

"You didn’t tell me you tied his hands!" Fox screamed. He had, wrongfully, assumed that Alexei had been following the walls just like him. He fumbled in his darkness, trying to find the other slave, knowing the younger man was probably scared out of his mind, totally helpless and at Crown Prince Walter’s mercy. The image of the bloody and beaten younger man huddled in the emptiness of the halls came clearly into Fox’s mind. Who knows what may have happened between the time Walter blinded them to this present time?

"Alexei? Where’s Alexei, Walter?"

"To the left, two steps," Walter responded. He felt no remorse at his failure to tell Fox about Alexei’s further bondage. The young man should have been more thoughtful about his companion. He could tell Fox realized just the depths of responsibility placed in his hands. Communication was absolutely essential.

Fox’s hands finally encountered warm flesh. Soon Alexei’s sweating body was encompassed in Fox’s arms. He felt sorely tempted to rip off the blindfold and check his companion over. He knew that Walter would never let either of them come to harm but still he wanted to make sure the younger man was all right.

"Can I take off the blindfold, make sure Alexei’s all right?"

"No, we need to continue towards the dinning hall."

"Please, I need to make sure he’s alright."

"Alexei is fine, Fox. Please continue."

"Are you all right, Alexei, can you continue?"

"Alexei can’t talk, there’s a gag in his mouth."

"I don’t care. He can still tell me somehow if he’s ok. You want me to practice communication; I’m practicing. I can feel what he’s trying to tell me." Fox hugged Alexei harder, brushing his hands through damp hair. In the younger man’s ear he whispered, "are you all right, Alexei?"

Against Fox’s neck he felt Alexei nod. He let out a sigh of relief.

"I won’t let you go, Alexei, I won’t let you go," he whispered before moving back to the wall. Fox held onto Alexei tightly as he walked down the corridor, counting out the steps.

When the trio reached the intersection, Fox asked specific questions about the dinning hall. He was mindful to ask about branching corridors, doorways, and statues in the way. Once he was satisfied with Walter’s answers he moved down the corridor again, holding tightly to the helpless Alexei.

Suddenly Fox felt Walter pull back on the leashes, stopping their forward movement.

"Shit, that was close."

"Master, what’s happening?"

"You’re at the top of the stairs. I misjudged the distance."

"Are you going to take off the blindfolds so we can see?"

"No. I need you to learn how to talk to me. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll tell you everything that’s going on."

"How can I trust you? You didn’t tell me that you had bound Alexei. He could have been hurt while you were watching me."

"No, slave. When I say that you or Alexei will not come to harm, I mean it. Do you doubt my word of honor?"

The sound of the word slave felt like a physical blow to Fox. It truly defined their positions, something that Fox was beginning to understand more and more. He should have taken Alexei with him after the witch woman had attended to his wounds and left for his home kingdom. Fox knew he was more then just a toy for Walter to play with. He had a mind, a brilliant mind and other skills that were wasting away in this prison.

For the first time, Fox realized just what situation he was in. He was imprisoned, held a slave. He had to escape, he had to survive, and he had to get away. Truly nothing in his life had prepared him for this.

"Where is the hand rail?"

"To the right, three steps."

Fox grabbed onto the rail with all the strength that he possessed. His other hand held Alexei close, anchoring them both to the stone handrail.

Slowly they walked down the steps. Walter would call out each and every step, watching them as they cautiously made their way down. He held on tight to the leashes, wishing he could stop this game. His two beauties were shivering in fear; they were so frightened. Walter did not want such fear in his slaves’ mind but could do nothing to stop it. If he stopped his instructions he would be deemed a coward.

It seemed to take forever, going down step after step. When Fox felt the hand rail end, he froze. He heard Walter say there was a step but could not make himself move. Without the handrail he felt absolutely powerless. If he were to misstep he could send himself, Alexei, and Walter to their deaths.

"Why have you stopped, Beauty?"

"I am afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I’m going to fall. If I step forward I’m going to fall and kill us all."

"I won’t let you fall." Walter pulled on the leashes, reminding them that he was there to stop their fall. "There are only two steps then we’ll be done. Just two steps, Fox, and you’ll be done."

Walter took out all the slack in the leashes. Fox had to physically drag him forward as he leaned over, exploring with his feet the edge of the stair. Carefully he put his foot out until he connected with the step. He waited in silence, hearing Alexei explore and take a step himself.

Fox pushed down his fear, knowing there was only one more step until they were done. He took a deep breath before taking that last step. Once there he felt around, feeling solid floor beneath him. He was on level ground. He had done it.

Alexei took the last step. When he felt his feet connect on stone he felt himself pulled forward. He shivered in fear, not knowing what was going on around him. He felt hot tears plastering the blindfold to his cheeks as he felt Fox’s arms come around him. Soon those arms were joined by Walter’s.

The crown prince held his two slaves tightly. He could feel them shiver from their ordeal. //I may have overestimated them, pushed them too far,// he thought to himself. He whispered comforting words into their ears, saying that they had done good and that it was over. He stroked their trembling flesh, trying to ease their fears.

"You did very well, Fox. You talked to me, told me about your fears and asked me what to do. You should be proud of yourself. I’ll take off the blindfolds, gag, and untie Alexei. I promise that I will not do this again, as long as you remember to communicate with me."

"I promise, master." Fox didn’t even wait for Walter to take off the blind fold. He ripped it off himself. The whole world immediately invaded his missing sense, the brightness stabbing into his eyes after the all-encompassing darkness.

At Fox’s side, Alexei shivered as Walter slowly and methodically untied him. As soon as his hand was free he found it in Fox’s. Their fingers intertwining with a silent promise to look after each other. Alexei looked over, once his eyes were uncovered, to meet worried hazel eyes. They looked very unhappy. Alexei tried to go over to Fox, tell him everything was ok, that he was only scared but Walter had already picked up the leashes and was moving down the corridor.

The nova of flickering candles light coming out of the dinning hall promising heaven.

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Continued in Chapter 3