Claiming of Sleeping Beauty III

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The doors of the dinning hall opened up. Like a wave, the sight, sound, and smell of the hall rolled over them. Lords and Ladies with obedient slaves, most on leashes, wandered about, showing off their prizes. Voluminous skirts rustled as ladies walked, sat, or danced about. The sounds of slaves panting, crying, screaming, moaning, and whimpering was a constant undercurrent to the tinkling of musical instruments at one end of the hall.

Crown Prince Walter stood straight, adjusted his jacket, and stepped inside, knowing he would be the envy of all the people gathered there. His exquisite twin slaves obediently following him. It was not long before the din died down just a bit to see the Crown Prince with his two human jewels.

"Walter, my son. How beautiful they look together. If I had known I would have borrowed your Fox for myself instead of lending my Alexei out. Please tell me you will allow me to borrow your Beauty?"

Walter greeted his queen and mother with a light kiss on her hand. "I regret, my Fox is not something to be lent out. He has much training to go through as he is very inexperienced."

"But can he perform," a voice shouted. A small throng of interested guests surrounded the queen and prince, watching the twin beauties. The exotic slaves entranced them. Their bodies lean and limber, looking like they would fit together like the newest rage in the castle, the puzzle dolls.

"Oh, yes," the queen actually clapped her hands in delight. Her cruel eyes glittered at the thought of her trained slave and Walter’s new slave performing for them all. "You will have them perform, my son."

"I am sorry, my queen. I do not feel they are up to it. They are tired from their afternoon with me."

"Nonsense, they are slaves, they will perform for us where ever and when ever we ask." She waved a ringed hand towards the stage.

"Mother," Walter warned. He could see his slaves’ down cast faces, looking so much like they wanted to sink into the earth. He knew it was too soon but could do nothing as his mother’s eyes, crinkled with more then age, turn towards him.

Walter took the twin slaves up to the entertainment stage. The showman, who had been whipping another slave, picked up the leashes to the body harnesses. The showman clucked when he saw that the slaves skin was not accessible, as he would have liked them. The harnesses came off and two simple neck collars came on. He oiled the two beauties, slicking their skin until it glowed. The straps came off, letting him have free access to their buttocks and cocks. He was about to lead them to the main part of the stage to make them perform when Walter stepped onto stage and forcefully took the reigns out of his hands.

"I will make them perform or not at all." His command left no doubt to the showman that Walter would be in charge. "Bring me some deserts, pudding and the lick."

The crowd groaned as chocolate moose, candied fruits, whipping cream, bits of honey treats, frosting, and custard were brought forth. Like an artist painting a picture Walter brushed the food on. Soon their delicious bodies were covered in food.

"No hands but you can eat all you want. If you need more, you’ll have to apply it yourselves."

Jade green eyes met kaleidoscoping hazel in a mixture of mad lust. Already their cocks were hard and soon were brushing against each other’s bodies as they started licking and tasting the dessert before them.

Fox started at Alexei’s mouth, tasting the lemon custard lining his lips. With a bit of a laugh, Alexei moved fast, capturing Fox’s mouth. He plunged his tongue between those pouty lips, opening them for the gift they were about to receive. He passed a candied fruit to Fox using just his mouth.

The two took turns, tasting each other, licking the desert from each other’s bodies. The crowd moaned in delight, cat calling at the twin beautiful slaves as they enjoyed each other and their dinner.

Soon their bodies were naked, uncovered by their tongues from the desserts that Walter had applied. Not wanting the fun to end, Alexei walked over to the dishes. He dipped his hard cock into the chocolate pudding, making sure to cover its entire length. He walked back to Fox, kneeling on the floor, quivering in anticipation; to put his chocolate covered cock on that luscious lower lip.

The chocolate eased his passage into Fox’s mouth who sucked eagerly. Alexei pushed himself deeper, letting those lips pleasure his organ. Soon he was panting as Fox eagerly sucked him.

"Come here, boy," Walter grabbed Alexei.

The crowd booed and hissed. A few pieces of food were thrown on stage but this stopped when they saw the Crown Prince dominate the slave’s mouth. One by one, they started clapping as the slave rubbed slutishly against Walter. Fox, not wanting to be left out, rose and pressed himself against Walter’s back.

"Boy, do you think you can dominate my Beauty," Walter’s voice was husky with lust. His hands roamed over the slick body, feeling the strong muscles beneath skin. "You forget your place, slave. Let me put you back into it."

Walter backed up until Alexei’s legs hit the table. He kept pushing the jade-eyed slave until he was lying on top of the table, resting on the food. Walter stroked him, making him writhe and whimper with need.

"Fox," Walter took Fox’s hand, guiding him in front of him, making him look down upon the offered bounty once again. "He’s my gift to you. Your own little slut to play with. Yours to control and make sure he doesn’t get out of line. He’s properly trained and he wants it. Do you see how much he wants it?"

Walter trailed a long hand over Alexei’s engorged cock. His hand wandered over the pulsing organ, trailing down until his fingers slipped between parted thighs.

"He’s your to take, just like you’re mine to take," Walter whispered in Fox’s ear. He rubbed his own cock, trapped by the codpiece, between Fox’s thighs.

"Right here, right now?" he panted back.

"Yes, take him here. They’re all waiting. They all want to see what he looks like writhing on your cock. Take him, Beauty, he’s yours. They’re all watching."

Fox looked around the room. Indeed all eyes were watching him, watching Alexei. He could even see one lord had taken his own cock out and was shoving it deep into a slave’s mouth. But that man was watching him, they all were.

He shivered before looking down.

Alexei lay sprawled on the table. His body arching and writhing on the table. His body covered in sweat and the cloying scent of want radiated off his body in waves.

Fox’s cock pulsed with need. He took hold of his cock, steadying it before walking between those parted thighs.

Alexei spread his legs further, putting his feet on the table next to his bottom. Soon he felt Fox at his entrance, pausing before he penetrated him.

"Please," he moaned. The fire inside him begged to be filled, it begged for Fox to be inside him.

Walter thrust against Fox, taking the decision out of his hands. Once his beauty was sheathed in the slave, Fox’s back arched followed by a long keening wail of lust filling the room.

The crowd gasped, eating the performance up.

Soon Fox began to move, thrusting in and out of the hot opening. Walter let go of his arms only once, to undo his codpiece, before recapturing them again. To Fox it was agonizing to be pushing in and pulling out of Alexei and not touch him. His arms were pinned uselessly to his side as Walter reached around to play with both the slaves.

Alexei wrapped his legs around them both, feeling Walter push Fox into him. He grabbed the edge of the table to hold himself steady, trying not to slide over the food underneath him.

Their combined rhythm got frantic as Walter pounded into Fox. Fox in turn pounding into Alexei who whimpered on the table, writhing as Walter started pulling him to completion.

Fox threw back his head as he felt his orgasm approach. He screamed out his pleasure as he came, filling Alexei. On the back of his orgasm he felt Walter fill him with his seed and watched Alexei spill his pleasure over his body.

The crowd cheered and clapped at the performance. Whistles and catcalls filled the dinning hall as Walter pulled out of Fox and Fox out of Alexei.

For a foolish moment Fox considered bowing but the crowd was already drifting away. Their attention else where as the performance ended.

"Did you like that, slave," Walter said as he helped lift the dazed jade-eyed beauty off the table.

Alexei nodded, a happy smile splitting his face in two. It was wonderful to see Fox over him, taking him while Walter had been taking Fox. The image of when Fox coming was burned into his memory, the sound of his screams still roaring in his ears. He stumbled on stage, nearly falling to his feet but Walter’s hand was still there, holding onto him.

"Thank you, master," Alexei said, raising his eyes to look at Walter.

He froze. On the Crown Prince’s breast was a jewel catching the light just right. The image wavered, becoming something different, something dangerous. Magic, bad magic seemed to drip from the glass like blood.

Alexei reached up, grabbed the pin off Walter’s vest, and smashed it against the stage floor. He didn’t even stop to cry in pain as the glass shattered in his hand. Instead he was jumping to his feet, already intent on flying across the room.

The young slave jumped onto the serving table, seeing the queen near the end. His feet pounded over the wooden table, heedless of where they landed. Food, dishes, and silverware went flying as he passed over them.

In seconds he was over the queen, seeing a similar jewel on her vest. This one too was blazing with evil intent. Alexei leaped for the queen, knocking her to the floor. His frantic hands grabbing at her vest, trying to get the pin free.

Strong arms wove themselves around Alexei’s waist, bringing him off the queen.

"No, you don’t understand. The queen, the pin. Get the pin, get the pin," Alexei screamed as the solders dragged him farther from Queen Regina. He twisted and fought, trying to break free. One of the guards grabbed him around the throat and held fast until the twinkling candle light faded into darkness.

"What is the meaning of this!?" the queen screamed. She brushed at her clothes, covered in seed and food from the attacking slave. Several servants tried to help her, wiping frantically at her ruined dress.

"I don’t know, mother. One moment he was at my feet the next grabbing something and then charging across the tables." Walter stood there shocked, his hand tightly twisted around Fox’s leash.

"How dare he attack me, how dare a slave touch me with out my permission. Take him to the dungeons." The queen pointed a long, clawed finger at Alexei, condemning him. The guards dragged the slave out of the queen’s sight.

"What did he take?" asked one of the ladies standing close by.

"He ripped my royal signet pin and smashed it against the floor," Walter said.

Fox lifted up the broken pin; the one he had scooped up from the floor before Walter dragged him across the hall. "Alexei said to get the pin."

"I heard what he said, slave. That act alone is tantamount to treason." The queen suddenly sat down, her face pale, her hand clutching at her throat. "He was trying to kill me, my own slave. He was trying to kill me."

"Mother, what do you mean?"

"It was Monn Noire, Monn Noire did this to him. He poisoned my slaves mind to kill me."

"Mother, are you sure? He’s had better opportunities."

"When? When you first came in he was bound to you. He was not free until after the performance. Monn Noire left him here, poisoning his mind that last night to kill me. This is an act of treason, an act of war. I will not take threats to my life kindly."

The queen rose to her most regal baring, trying to look like the ever-powerful monarch that she was. She barked out orders for her generals to be brought forth at once.

"You cannot mean to call a war with Monn Noire. As much as I like to see him dead, isn’t this rather rash of you mother? Think of the consequences."

Queen Regina slapped her son Walter hard across the face.

"I will not have my own son question me. I am queen and ruler here. I have with stood enough of Monn Noire’s insolence. He will not return the slaves he has taken and has now poisoned my own personal slave to kill me." She pulled out a knife and cut the leather leash leading from Walter to Fox. "I claim this new slave, one not touched by Monn Noire, as Alexei’s replacement."

"Mother, I cannot allow you to do that," Walter yelled. He tried to grab Fox back, bring the beautiful young man back to his side.

Another slap reddened Walter’s other cheek. The crown prince took a step back, shocked to the core that his mother would humiliate him like this. Keeping his eyes on his mother, he backed away, his hand on his face where his mother had slapped him that last time.

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Alexei stared at his hand in the darkness of the cell. He had came to, knowing he did not succeed from getting the pin from the queen. He had failed, failed to protect the queen from Monn Noire’s magic.

In the darkness Alexei’s left hand glowed a bright garish orange. The glass shard imbedded in his hand still radiating magic.

He broke the meal bowl and picked up the largest piece. He started cutting into his hand, methodically sawing at it, trying to dig out the pieces of glass.

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Crown Prince Walter staggered around his room. He did not want to go to bed yet; he was not sleepy.

He took another swallow from the wine flask, feeling the alcohol burn it’s way into his stomach.

That slave, that traitorous rat, had cost him his Beauty. His own personal slave taken from him by his own mother. It was the most heinous act of humiliation he had ever suffered.

The jade-eyed rat would pay. Walter would take his price out of Alexei’s hide, one stroke at a time.

He staggered through the castle corridors, going down steps haphazardly as he made his way to the dungeons.

The smell of waste and rotting flesh drifted to his nose, leading him like a beacon to the under carriages of the castle. He came across two guards who directed him to where the rat was holed up.

"Alexei, Alexei," Walter chanted as he walked down the corridor. The alcohol’s burn seemed to disappear from his mind as he saw revenge within his grasp.

Walter took the dungeon key from the peg by the watchman and also a whip. He snapped the leather, hearing the harsh whine before the sharp crack. He could scar the pretty slave all he wanted. There was no doubt that Alexei would be executed at dawn, if he survived Prince Walter, that is.

"My slave, my pet," Walter chanted, "I’m coming for you, Alexei."

Walter turned the key and opened the door. The cell was dark, the only light coming from the torches lining the corridor and the full moon in the window. Like a specter, Alexei crouched on the floor, framed by the moon's glow.

Frantically Alexei hacked at his left palm, the blood streaming over his hand. At this sight, Walter howled with rage.

The little rat was trying to kill himself before Walter had his pound of flesh.

"You will not die like this," Walter screamed as he grabbed the bleeding hand. "You will not deny me my revenge."

Walter watched as Alexei bared his teeth and hissed at the crown prince. His body was coiled to strike, to kill. The young slave’s eyes glowed with an unnatural light. His jade eyes slitted like a beast's.

Not sure what he was seeing, wondering if it was the alcohol in his system or an actual sight in front of him, Walter pulled Alexei into the shadows.

The young man seemed to disappear, swallowed by the darkness of the night. Only those taunting jade eyes and the white gleam of teeth visible.

Walter would account it to a vision if he were not holding Alexei’s hand tightly; solid, hot flesh against his own.

The storytellers and minstrels had told tales of the beast men to the north. Everyone had dismissed it as just that, tales, but living proof stood in front of him. He should not have dismissed those tales. Already he had met, and claimed, a legend, a tale from an enchanted castle.

From the tales that Walter could remember, the north men lived outside. When they did make houses, they made them out of snow, in domed piles or underground rooms dug out of the frozen earth.

They lived from the land, depending upon it for sustenance. Game traps had killed many solders when Queen Regina’s army had invaded. Their skills as huntsmen had dragged the war our far longer then was expected. In frustration the queen was about to have all the north men slaughtered but they surrendered right before she gave the order. The words had actually been on her lips before the King and Queen of the north men appeared suddenly in the camp to surrender.

The tales had said that the north men were not born beasts but the land, that magical land changed them into beasts over time. As they approached the age of true manhood, that of 18 seasons, the children would change, start seeing visions of the past, present, and future. They could see magic and could handle the simplest spells. The north men were not true mages but part magic themselves, absorbed from the land over time.

"What do you see? Why take those pins?" Walter asked.

"Monn Noire spelled them. He means to kill both you and the queen."

"How?’

Alexei hissed as Walter tightened his hold on the slave’s wrist.

"Tell me, slave, tell me what you see!" Walter roared. He shook the jade-eyed slave, nearly pulling him off his feet.

Alexei hissed until Walter calmed down enough to let the slave talk. Alexei looked around the room; his eyes focused on something else. As whatever vision came to him passed before his eyes, the jade glow got brighter, and the slits narrower.

"I see you, Crown Prince Walter," Alexei’s voice a mockery of the title, "at the head of an army. A great army of the best warriors of the kingdoms. You are there on a white steed, dressed up in your finest armor. Your generals at your side, like so many popinjays, waiting for your command. Over the field Monn Noire waits. His beasts on the ground, in the air, and in tunnels under the earth. You, Walter, swear never to give up and say you will fight to the last man. You raise your sword. It glitters in the sunlight, whole and pure. Then the fighting begins. Throughout the day and night your men fight. Battling beast they have never seen before. They fight bravely and wildly but their weapons never pierce even one monsters’ skin. In the light of the new day, your sword lies broken, covered in the mud and filth of your own men. Not a single human," Alexei twists the word, "moving alive on the battle field. Only the carrion eaters slurping the blood of the dead."

"I will die fighting Monn Noire?"

"For you, he will have the monsters spare your life, so that he may see your death in person. They will rip and tear at your flesh, sending your blood in streams across the room."

"What can I do, what can stop it?" Walter screams at the cocky slave. He shook the slave, trying to loosen the answers, try to find a way to fight these monsters.

"There is nothing, nothing you can do. It is fate, a time already written."

"A fate that you want, one that you desire." Walter spits out the words in disgust. "You would have us, my kingdom fall just for your freedom."

"It does not matter what happens to me. Fate has already written what will happen. But then I will survive, the last of my people, chained to the base of Monn Noire’s throne surrounded by his beasts."

"And what of Beauty, what will happen to him?"

Alexei’s eyes scanned the room but already their light dimmed. Soon only human eyes glanced back at Prince Walter.

"That I cannot see. He could return back to his enchanted lands, safe from Monn Noire’s monsters, surrounded by the fairy magic of that kingdom."

"I should send him home, if any of us is to survive it will be in the enchanted kingdoms," Walter said. The enchanted kingdom that Walter had claimed Beauty from would probably fade back into the mists of time. Fox and his kingdom would reappear when it was safe, when the dark evil that was Monn Noire had disappeared. Fairies always took care of their own and Walter had no doubt that Fox was from a fairyland, just as Alexei was from a magic land. Both of them from tales, legends of old.

Alexei turned around suddenly, his body curled to pounce. Walter stood still, watching the young man, knowing that he was seeing something nobody else saw.

"Run, master," Alexei screamed.

The sound of a beast’s scream ripped through the air. It’s cold promise of a long, painful death.

The wall of the castle exploded, the stone surrounding the window crumpling to the ground. Two huge, monsterish shapes came in. Their leathery wings beating the air around them. Their round heads were perched on bodies that looked like they were made out of wooden sticks bound by sackcloth. Pointed zigzags of teeth lined their long mouths.

One of the monsters grabbed at Alexei, his claws trying to catch slippery, struggling flesh. The other monster swooped in, biting down on Alexei’s left arm, near the bleeding hand that had the magical glass shards imbedded.

Alexei screamed as the second monster dragged him outside the castle.

Prince Walter grabbed the sword from the watchman who had rushed into the cell upon hearing the bestial scream. He rushed to the ruined wall, looking out into the night. The two beasts were in the courtyard just below fighting over Alexei, who fought like a wild beast, weaving in and out of those spindly bodies. The two monsters hacked at each other in their attempts to capture the fleeing young man.

Underneath the cell was a mud pit, filled with pigs. Walter, heedless of his safety, jumped down, landing in the soft mud. He was on his feet in an instant, charging across the yard to aid the jade-eyed slave.

Like a flash, Alexei ran between the two beasts who then collided together in their mindlessness to capture the pray.

Walter raised his sword and brought it down onto the beast’s wing. The sharp metal edge bounced off, sparking from the impact as if it were stone and not flesh he had struck. He swung again, getting the same result.

"Their heads, cut off their heads," Alexei screamed.

One of the monsters turned around from his pursuit of the slave and came at Walter. He swung wildly with his sword, fending off the long claws trying to rip into him. His anger flooded through him, pounding inside his skin like the beating of his heart. He raised his sword again and again, hacking at the monster, cornering him. A last time, Walter raised his sword, swinging it with all his strength. The blade went cleanly through the monster’s neck. The head falling off it’s shoulders to roll on the ground.

The monster crumpled to the ground. Walter poked it with the end of his sword. Its form crumbled like ashes or dust to leave no hint of what it had been, other then a dark dirt stain on the ground.

A cold shriek brought Walter back to himself. He looked over and saw that Alexei had climbed onto the monster’s back. The slave had a wing twisted back so the monster flapped around lamely in the courtyard.

Crown Prince Walter rushed in. The sight of the monster’s neck the only thing he saw.

The monster bucked and twisted in the courtyard, trying to dislodge Alexei. The young slave held on tight but to no avail. The beast threw Alexei off and across the courtyard. The monster stopped, ready to change direction to capture the young slave once again.

Walter chose that moment of distraction to slice the monster’s head from its neck.

This head, too, rolled on the ground. When it came to a stop the monster crumbled into dust.

Prince Walter looked around, seeing the jade-eyed slave crouched. He took no more then two steps before the scream of more monsters cut through the air once again.

"The gargoyliens, the queen. They are attracted to the magic in the pin," Alexei panted as he held his injured left arm to his side. "They will attack her, trying to get to the magic." Alexei turned his bleeding hand over. The orange glow of one of the evil magical shards clearly visible only to him, poking out of the flesh of his hand. He tore the glass out and threw the evil away from him. The orange glow of magic died on the ground.

Walter shouted at the guardsmen who flooded into the courtyard, yelling at them to protect Alexei. He bounded up the steps of the castle, knowing that Beauty and his mother, Queen Regina, were in danger as long as that magical pin attracted the gargoyliens.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please let me come," Fox gasped.

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

"Oh, ple…ease."

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

"Please," Alex whispered.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"To the mountains?" Fox ventured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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