Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.
A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Sixty-Seven: Kenet
I never did learn Dursht’s master’s name, but he brought us to a place up the hill from the docks that he said was reputable, and paid for the three of us to eat the evening meal (Jort happily devoured my share) and to have a well-appointed room on the top floor for the night. He also introduced Roichal to the owner of the place, a man named Siphal, and while Jort and I enjoyed dessert and honey wine (well, I had only a few sips of the wine) the two of them talked in low voices.
The room held a large bed in the center and a small pallet off to one side. Jort took the pallet, while Roichal and I settled into bed together. Honey wine made Jort snore, but I did not mind. I buried myself into Roichal’s arms with a sigh. It was not quite like being in bed with Jorin, but it was the most comfortable I had been in months, and I knew now to appreciate the luxury while it lasted. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 67