I was struck silent as Vasil grabbed a vial of oil and slicked up his large hands. He teased himself with light touches, pulling back his foreskin to circle the head with his thumb. His long fingers were dwarfed by his gargantuan cock while his other hand tugged on his large, ponderous balls, stretching them out and squeezing them roughly. I memorized his technique so that I might be able to pleasure him in the future, if he allowed it. I didn’t think it was possible but when he began moving his hand over his cock with purpose, the beast grew even larger. I was at turns, both fascinated and petrified.
“Would you like to have this in your mouth?” he asked.
“You know that I would,” I said, a bit huffy because it still felt like he was teasing me.
“I’ll have to train you to take it, how to open your throat and ignore your gag reflex.”
Saliva caught in my throat and I could only nod in response. Intense training would be needed.
“But for now you may have a taste,” he said, then collected some of the fluid from the tip and smeared it across my lips. Mineral-rich and slightly salty with a metallic tang. I inhaled deeply and licked my lips, savoring my lord’s unique flavor. “Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes, my lord,” I replied.
“I want you to remember how I taste, Cedrych, to dream about it, to crave it.”
“I will,” I promised.
“Isn’t it easy, boy, when all you have to do is respond in the affirmative?” His free hand carded through my hair, gently tugging at the roots. I didn’t think he was mocking me.
“Yes, my lord.”
“And everything you do is right, sweet prince, because you are utterly perfect.”
That couldn’t possibly be true, but his praise was just as intoxicating as his subtle humiliation. Both turned me on in opposing ways. The hand on his cock quickened and the other moved from my scalp to his collar, fingers deftly undoing the clasps on his shirt, exposing his broad chest and trim abdominals. The lines of his body were exquisite, his body hair silky and dark, and the scent of him poured over me, reminding me of this morning when I’d found myself wrapped around him like a python. His shirt-tails were still tucked into his trousers in a portrait of utter debauchery. And me, a bare-assed boy with my welts still stinging, gazing up at this magnificent man and anticipating the moment he released on my face.
“Please, sir,” I ventured to say.
“Close your eyes, Cedrych, and imagine you’re in my dungeon. You’re naked and slick with sweat, bound by my chains and gagging on my dick as I fuck your mouth. Aroundyour cock is a cage of my own making that frustrates you every time you try to harden, and the only way for it to be removed is by sorcery, my own signature. Do you hear that?” he said loftily.
“Hear what?” I asked, straining to listen.
“It’s the sound of you begging, Cedrych. Pleading with me to let you out of your cage so that you might come, to release you from your forced chastity. Do you think I’ll allow it?”
I shook my head slowly, hypnotized by his words and the sounds of his hand fisting his cock in a rhythmic pace.
“I might eventually, but I’m going to make you work for it. Because for a willful boy like you, your release is a privilege, not a right.”
I imagined every lurid detail, to be restrained by Lord Vasil’s uncompromising metal and used for his pleasure, to come only if and when he allowed it. I was truly under his spell. Kneeling before him in his study felt as natural as holding my sword or taking flight. It was where we were both meant to be.
The first warm jet hit my cheek then another across the bridge of my nose. More of it splashed against my mouth. I parted my lips so that I might taste him on my tongue. Vasil let out a deep, shuddering sigh, one that spoke of complete and utter satisfaction.
“A perfect finish,” he murmured as he collected his spend with his thumb and pushed it between my eager, waiting lips. “And such a handsome portrait. You’re averygood boy, Cedrych.”
I reveled in his praise as I sucked his thumb gently, staring up at him with utter devotion. My mind was quiet, my body relaxed. My ass still stung from the caning, but the pain was also part of this larger lesson, one I was beginning to understand. The lord had unlocked a part of me that had been previously unknown and was willing to join me on this exploration. For that, and many other things, I was grateful.
“Thank you, my lord.”
Chapter 11
Lord Vasil
In all my planning on how to tame my wayward prince, I’d vastly underestimated the effect Cedrych’s charms might have on me. How accustomed I’d become to him spreading his gorgeous body across whatever furniture was available to him in order to describe an interesting plant he’d found in my mother’s gardens, or else narrate a blow-by-blow account of a sparring session between himself and one of the guards, or to share with me a special treat the cooks had prepared just for him. Oh, my spoiled, lovely brat.
With the exception of Cedrych’s training exercises and drills, we were together all the time–dining, sleeping, exploring the grounds, and discussing politics. And when he was absent, I found myself in a state of suspension until he returned. Only when he was within my sights again did my soul begin to settle.
In the nighttime, when I’d wake from a bad dream, my first instinct was to reach across the bed to find him there, a warm weight against my side, or else he was splayed like a puppy over my person. His warmth and heft never failed to soothe me back to sleep, his scent both calming and arousing me in turn.
What would happen when his mother called him back to Emrallt Valley to offer him up to some undeserving fae royal?How could anyone else possibly give my prince what he needed–structure, discipline, affection, and praise.
