Chapter
One – Prince Charming’s Birthday Wish
Verge was reveling in a
lovely post-sex haze. “Mmmm, tell me a story.” He rolled over to face Chris.
Chris laughed. “You are
a demanding birthday boy.”
“We’ve been together for over twenty years, and you’re just
figuring this out now?”
Chris pulled Verge close and kissed him soundly. “It works
well since I have a difficult time saying no to you on your birthday.”
Verge gave a smile; with a hint of victory.
“What kind of story do you want?”
“I want to hear about prince charming and the big handsome
knight who sweeps him off his feet.”
Chris rolled his eyes at the fairy tale request. “Hmmm, I’m
not sure if I know that story.”
“Well that’s the point, my handsome hunk; you need to make it
up.”
“And if I tell you a sexy fairy tale fantasy, am I going to
get the chance to act it out?” Chris gave an evil smile.
“Yes.” Verge answered with complete certainty and trust.
Chris’ grin grew to express his pleasure and desire.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a
handsome young prince. He was a member of the House of Wallace, the fourth son
of the King and Queen of the kingdom of Utwondeway. His Royal Highness The
Prince Virgil Michael Joseph Bradley, Prince of Ezgeplegway and Earl of Istea,
Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of Virtue.
Prince Virgil was promised in marriage upon his birth to Her
Royal Highness the Princess Katherine Meagan Elizabeth Beatrice, Princess of
Uprenway. The marriage had been part of a treaty signed between the two royal
families. Princess Katherine was heir to the throne of the small and somewhat
impoverished principality. Not only did the treaty bring peace to the two
lands, but the House of Wallace paid a hefty bride price for the right of their
son to sit on the thrown beside the future heir.
The Prince spent most of his time with the Knights of the
Most Noble Order of Virtue and one Knight, in particular, Sir Christopher
Xavier Robeson. Sir Christopher and the Prince had been friends since
Christopher had moved to the castle to start his training at the age of seven.
As they grew into manhood, training together for careers in nobility, they came
to depend on one another for companionship, laughter and eventually for
intimacy. The two men were inseparable. When the day came that Prince Verge was
told a marriage date had been set, and he would be leaving for the Kingdom of
Uprenway, the Prince ran away to Sir Christopher at his very first opportunity.
He arrived at the Knight’s quarters out of breath and in
tears. Verge banged on Chris’ door.
“Alright, alright hold onto your horses, I’m on my way!”
Chris shouted through the door. He unlocked and opened the door; the Prince
flew into his arms.
“Have you heard? Do you know…do you know what they did to
me?” Verge sobbed into Chris’ embrace.
Chris gently pushed his lover away from his body so he could
look into his eyes. “Heard what? And what has been done to you?”
Verge continued to whimper as he raised his tunic and lowered
his breeches to reveal a metal and leather chastity devise locked into place.
“I’ve always imagined that we would make love one last time before I had to
leave, and now not only have they given me very little notice that I’m to
leave, they’ve made it impossible for us to be together.” Verge fell back into
Chris’ arms and, once again, started to weep.
Chris ran one hand up and down the Prince’s back and the
other softly over his head. “Oh, my love it will be okay.” He tried to reassure
his partner.
Verge pulled away from Chris, and shouted, “It won’t!” He
stomped his foot to emphasize his point, and his breeches fell further south
and pooled around his ankles.
Chris applied a very firm swat to the Prince’s bare butt,
causing the royal brat to yelp. He drew Verge into an embrace and then grasped
the Prince’s ass. “First of all,” he said, squeezing and separating the naked
cheeks. “Just because you have been confined, does not mean we can’t make love.
I intend to place you over my lap, use the clystra to clean you out, and then I
will bend you over the bed and I will take you from behind.”
Verge moaned; it was a combination of agony and ecstasy. “Sir
Christopher, please don’t talk like that; it is causing me to strain painfully
against this horrible device.”
“Your Highness,” Chris said with a bit of evil pleasure in
this voice. “I think you are going to need to get used to that feeling because
not only do I intend to do just as I said, but I have been asked by your
parents to serve as the head of your royal guard during your journey to
Uprenway. Since the key to that device is on its way to Princess Katherine
there is no way you can get out. And, Prince Virgil, I intend to be sodomizing
that sweet arse of yours as much as possible before your wedding day. I do hope
you are able to learn to long for the ache of that ‘horrible device’.”
Verge moaned from painful desire. “Well alright then,” he
panted, “can we please get started?”
Chris roared with laughter from deep in his belly. “I’ve a
few things to get ready first. Finish
taking your clothes off and wait for me on the bed.”
Sir Christopher took the kettle from where it had been
warming over the fire and filled a pitcher with water. He took the pitcher over
to the bed and set it down on the nightstand.
The handsome Knight added soap powder to the mixture and gave it a good
stir. Chris sat on the bed and patted
his lap. The Prince took slow small steps towards his lover while the Knight
removed the clystra and the small cruet of oil from the compartment in the
stand. “All right my sweet prince it is time for your clyster.”
Verge made a sad face, and any straining his cock had been
doing inside its constraints was gone. Chris took the prince’s hand and helped
him to lie across his lap. The Knight poured several drops of oil onto his
fingers and thoroughly slicked them. He slipped his finger between the soft ass
cheeks of his lover and began to swirl his slick finger around Verge’s opening.
He pressed his finger in, and worked it seductively in and out, added a second
finger and continued the careful oiling of his lover’s arse.
Verge
groaned in pleasure and pumped his hips, hoping that it might cause the
chastity devise to move; allowing his cock a small bit of room to grow.
Sir
Christopher withdrew his fingers, and the Prince whimpered with need. Chris
slicked the clystra, and inserted the metal tip into the princely
arsehole.
Verge
hissed. “I hate being clystered. The royal nurse is way too liberal with them;
I don’t think I will miss her when I move to Uprenway.”
Chris
laughed. “Your father didn’t tell you that Nurse Sydney will be making the
journey with us. She is a wedding gift to you and the Princess Katherine.”
“The
King is evil.” Verge pouted. “I just think he wants to get her away from his
bum.”
“Oh
stop, you love her dearly. She was a wonderful nurse to you when you were a
child.”
“I
do, but the woman thinks a big huge clyster will cure anything.”
“Well,
dear Prince, this clyster is going to clean you out for the most absolute
buggering of your life.”
Verge
shivered at his guard’s words, and shivered more completely when first oil and
then the warm suds were poured into the clystra funnel.
“I
hate this,” Verge whimpered. “I’m so glad you do it for me, I could never do
this to prep myself for you.”
“I
know, my love.” Sir Christopher pulled the clystra from his Prince’s ass and
set it aside. He slid a small carved plug into place. “Turn over, sweetheart,
and let me rub your belly while you hold that.”
“I’ve
got to go now!” Virgil protested.
“Hush,”
Sir Christopher ordered; he leaned down on the bed covering his brat’s mouth
with his own. It was a long possessive kiss to distract the growing pressure in
the Prince’s bowels. He pulled out of the kiss. “Okay, brat, you may go.”
The
Prince got up off the bed, grabbed some spare rags, and ran out the Knight’s
chamber door. It was not the first time he had been seen streaking through the
hallways of the Knights’ of Virtue quarters—some might think it shocking—but
the Knights of Virtue were not a chaste group. Their virtue was that of good
deed; they served as the medical corps for the House of Wallace’s army. The
all-male medical corps were finely trained soldiers, and the country’s best
nurses, physicians and surgeons—they were also some of the most kinky buggers
in the land.
Verge
returned to Sir Christopher’s quarters looking and feeling a bit drained. The
handsome Knight sat his lover down on the bed and then went to wet a wash cloth
with warm water from the kettle. He came back to the bed and gently washed away
the sweat from Prince Virgil’s body and dried him with a soft towel. He then
offered Verge his hand. “Up you go, Your Highness.” Chris drew his lover into a
close embrace. “I love you Virgil Michael Joseph Bradley, Prince of Ezgeplegway
and Earl of Istea, Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of Virtue.”
Verge
felt his body relax into the embrace. “I love you too, Sir.”
“Well
then, now that the shmoopy part is over, let’s get on with some serious
buggery.” Sir Christopher spun Verge around, applied a sharp slap to his bared
buttocks, and then bent him over the bed. “Are you ready to be mounted from the
rear, Your Highness?”
“Oh
God, yes!”
Chris
poured oil into his hand and slid it over his erect cock.
“Hurry!”
Verge urged.
The
Knight applied a swift swat. “Unless you would like your tail warmed before we
begin, I suggest you stop being such a demanding aristocrat.”
Verge’s
hrmuff was quickly turned to a moan of pleasure, when Sir Christopher slid two
slick fingers inside of him. The fingers moved in and out, scissoring, curving,
pressing, and twirling exquisitely. “Oh, dear God,” Verge whimpered.
Chris
smiled at his lover’s pleasure and evilly withdrew his fingers.
“No!”
the Prince begged. “Please, I need you inside me.”
Sir
Christopher lined his cock up to the royal arsehole and pushed forward.
The
Prince began to whimper. “Please, you have to take this horrible thing off
me. Please, I think I will die if I have
to keep this on.”
Sir
Christopher leaned forward and dropped light kisses along the Prince’s neck.
“I’m sorry, sweet Prince, I can’t. So let’s make the best of this. Close your
eyes and think of how I’m going to fuck you, make love to you, bugger you, and
sodomize your brains out; in every possible position that I can between here
and Uprenway.”
Verge
whimpered at the pain of his cock straining in its strict metal confines, and
then began to moan as the feel of his Knight’s thick tool moving inside him
turned on every pleasure sensor he had. A light sweat broke out on his skin as
he struggled to control the raging battle between agony and ecstasy raging in
his nether region. The strain in his cock was such a new sensation that he
found himself giving over to the painful engorgement. The Prince grabbed hold
of the sheets as his whole body tensed in anxiety and discomfort. He no longer
whimpered or moaned.
Sir
Christopher stopped his thrusting; he was buried deep inside his lover.
“Relax,” he whispered.
“I
can’t; I hate this,” Verge sobbed.
“Do
you feel my cock deep in your arse?” The Knight questioned.
“Yes…”
“Focus
on my cock, only on the fullness inside you. Feel its girth. You have the most
sensitive fabulous asshole. Use it to grasp me and hold me inside.”
“Oh
Lord,” the Prince panted.
“That’s
it. I’m going to slowly pull out and you had better be gripping me
tightly. Understand, boy?”
The
Prince felt his body begin to relax at his lover’s gruff sexy orders. “Aye Sir,
I do.” Verge felt Chris’ cock slowly
brush over his prostate, and a wave of tingling bliss shot through his
body.
Chris
thrust quickly back into his partner’s body, and the sound of his balls banging
on Verge’s ass rang throughout the room. He then fell into a rhythm of slowly
withdrawing and swiftly entering the royal hole.
Verge began to tremble as he focused only on the sensations
taking place in his ass. He teased his lover’s cock by squeezing his tight
rings of muscle. The Prince felt the
pulse of the Knight cumming inside him, and reveled that his body could evoke
such a strong and powerful orgasm from his Top.
Sir
Christopher pulled the Prince into a standing position and held him tight as he
felt his cock shrink inside his boy. Chris softly ran his fingers over the
Prince’s sensitive skin.
“How
are you my sweet companion?”
“Mmmmm,”
Verge purred. “How could that have been so amazing? I didn’t even get to cum?”
“Because
you gave yourself over to me and you learned to take pleasure from pleasing
me.”
“Well,
I have always been a selfless lover.”
Sir
Christopher landed a swift swat on the Prince’s thigh. “You are the greediest
bugger in all the land.”
“Yes,
that’s what I said.” Verge teased.
“Brat.”
The Knight laughed. “It is time for us to get dressed and prepare for our
morning departure.”
“I
don’t want to,” the Prince softly whispered.
Chris
kissed his lover’s neck. “I know, my love, but we have to anyway. You are
expected in Uprenway in a fortnight, so we must leave at dawn.”
~*~
It
was the early predawn hours, and Prince Virgil was holding his breeches and
looking down at his chastity belt with utter disgust. “Please won’t you cut it
off? We can say it fell off.”
“The
King and Queen of Uprenway expect you to arrive with that in place. If I remove
it your marriage would be called off and that would risk the treaties that have
been signed between the two kingdoms.”
Verge
cocked his head and looked carefully at Sir Christopher. “How do you know
that?”
“It
is a standard practice to seal the future husband of an heir to the throne into
a chastity belt; to ensure he doesn’t embarrass his future family by
impregnating any undesirables shortly before the wedding.”
The
Prince pouted. “I could have assured them that I wouldn’t impregnate anyone.”
“Yes,
dear one, I do know that, but it is an ancient practice. I have something that
may make you feel a little more comfortable wearing the chastity belt.” Sir
Christopher handed the Prince a small package wrapped in black silk and tied
with a silver bow.
“You
can’t possibly have anything that would make me feel better about this horrid
torture device,” Verge whined.
The
Knight laughed. “Why don’t you open it and see.”
Prince
Virgil untied the bow, and the silk fell around a stunning codpiece.
Verge
was quiet for a while before he chucked the codpiece at Sir Christopher. “How
long have you known they were going to do this to me? And why the bloody hell
didn’t you tell me?”
“I
didn’t tell you…” The Knight took a quick step towards his brat and grabbed him
by the arm. “…I knew you would be overly
upset…,” Sir Christopher sat down on the bed and pulled the breeches-less royal
brat over his lap. “…and would throw a major tantrum.” This phrase was
emphasized with a loud swat. “I didn’t want you moping around over something
you could do nothing about.”
“Let
me up! I have a right to be upset!”
“No,
you’re staying put,” the Knight answered, and he began spanking with more
gusto. “You do have the right to be upset, but you do not have the right to
throw things at your Top. That, your Highness, will land you over my lap every
time.”
The
Prince dropped his head and let the spanking and his emotions win out, and
began to cry over leaving his beloved home, being locked in a chastity belt,
apprehension over an arranged marriage, and the burn building on his bum.
~*~
Verge
was thankful as he pulled his breeches up over his very sore arse, that he and
Sir Christopher had awaken early enough that the spanking, and post punishment
cuddle, didn’t throw them too far off schedule. “It was terribly cruel of you
to blister my bum when I have to spend the rest of the day sitting on a horse.”
“It
was terribly cruel of you to throw something at me that I spent a lot of time
making for you.”
The
Prince flushed with embarrassment. “Umm, yes ... about that, Sir … could … umm
… I …”
Sir
Christopher put his boy out of misery and handed him the codpiece. The Prince
looked down at the fine scarlet leather accessory; it was covered in small gold
disks emblazoned with his family crest. On the inside of the codpiece was the
large branded crest of Sir Christopher; it was a stunning piece, and something
that couldn't be worn until he was married and would take on the family name
and crest of his wife. A tear trickled down Verge’s face. This beautiful piece
of artwork was specifically handmade for what would ultimately be a short
period of time for the purpose of lessening his embarrassment about the
chastity belt while, at the same time, allowing him to wear his lover close. “I
will love you always and forever, Sir Christopher.”
~*~
