“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“But you must still be punished for withholding information from me. You admitted that you knew it was wrong to help Lord Konstantin without my permission and for that, you must make amends.”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Stand up.”
I got to my feet.
“Pyotr, help him undress.”
Pyotr helped me remove my shoes and pants but when we got to my shirt, the shackles became a problem.
“Undo one shackle, remove his shirt, then replace it.”
“Yes, Sire.” Pyotr retrieved the key and did as he was told.
When I stood naked and chained, the King got to his feet.
“Pyotr, the bench.”
Pyotr went to the wall and opened a secret panel—a door concealed within the moldings. Beyond it was a closet full of the King's toys. His inanimate toys, that is. Pyotr retrieved a sleek black bench from the room and set it down near the foot of the four-poster bed. The King strolled to the bench and started adjusting it, pulling out platforms and setting them at the correct height for me. He knew those settings by heart.
“Come here, Misha.”
I went to the bench and knelt on the knee rests, then laid forward on the main body of the thing. Since it was awkward with my chains, Pyotr helped me get into position and lay my arms on the padded armrests set to either side of the main body of the bench, though lower and a few inches forward. The chain dangled between them. Once settled, I was in a position similar to all-fours but fully supported and angled perfectly for fucking. With its steel frame, the bench would remain stable no matter how rough Niko got. And he would get rough.
The King took the chains and looped them around hooks on the armrests, securing me in place. I kept my head down, hanging over the end of the bench, but I still saw his feet as he moved around me; they were bare. He must have removed his shoes earlier in preparation for this. Nikolay hated having to stop mid-fuck and pull off his boots. Which meant that he had planned this. The chains and public accusation of treason had been to scare me and, probably, Konstantin. A display of his power to get his blood pumping. And once that blood had pumped to where he needed it, the real fun could begin.
As I had my epiphany, Nikolay strolled to the back of the bench and adjusted the knee rests, jerking them out to the sides as far as my joints would allow. My lower cheeks opened while my cock and balls dangled. Utterly exposed. Vulnerable. When Niko was done, he stood back and admired his work.
“Get him hard, Pyotr,” Niko said as he returned to the front of the bench.
As Pyotr slid beneath the bench, I resisted the urge to close my eyes. If I did, Nikolay would be furious. Instead, I lifted my head and kept my stare on him as Pyotr began to lick and suck me into readiness. Even when the pleasure surged and my eyes twitched with it, I kept my focus on my king.
“Not too much,” Niko warned as he undressed. “Just get him hard enough for the ring.”
Oh, fuck, the ring.
The Swan King watched me closely as he undressed, making sure that I was watching him. It wasn't hard to show interest; Niko's lithe body was enhanced with beautiful bulges of muscle earned from his training sessions with his knights. I let my stare linger on his smooth chest with its pale pink nipples and those enticing dips at his hips that led down to a nest of sable hair. And rising from those glossy curls was a blushing, slim cock already tipped with a glistening bead of desire. He smiled when I groaned, then took his cock in hand to offer it to me.
I opened my mouth, but he only rubbed the tip over my lips, teasing me with that drop of moisture. I flicked out my tongue to lick it, then opened my mouth wide like a baby bird. Meanwhile, Pyotr was massaging my sacs as he moaned over my shaft, the vibration of his delight moving through his tongue and into my flesh. Within seconds, his talented mouth brought me to aching solidity.
I couldn't fight the pleasure, didn't even want to. Sexual tension had been building between Konstantin and me all week. Yes, we'd both orgasmed a few times, but always within our pants. It wasn't enough. As much as it felt like I was betraying Kon, I needed this. It was going to happen whether I wanted it or not, so I might as well enjoy it. I only hoped the King would allow me to come when he was finished with me.
“That's my sweet Misha,” Niko said as he tapped the head of his cock against my tongue. “You want to be punished, don't you?”
“Yes, my king.”
“Pyotr, is he ready yet?”
A wet sound, then, “Yes, Sire.”
“Good. Bind him.” He tossed a metal ring to Pyotr—the cock ring he'd had made especially for me.
Pyotr was kind enough to warm the metal in his hands before he slid it on my cock. Still, I cried out as he pushed it to the base. My flesh pulsed and ached, driving me to undulate my hips. The ring wouldn't stop me from coming, but it would delay it significantly—long enough for Niko to stop it altogether if he wished. But if I was allowed to orgasm, it would be a greater bliss than normal, all that pressure built up, then released gloriously. The cock ring also thickened my shaft and made it incredibly sensitive. When Pyotr gave me a secret lick, my whole body convulsed. Then he slid out from beneath the bench and stood to my right, his hands clasped before him and head bowed.
“Open,” the King said to me.
