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 Fourteen: Kenet
I ascended the stairs into Seroi’s tower, passing through the barrier of incense and into the chamber.
He no longer had any pretense of being robed when I would enter. For a few days he would tell me the moment I came into his domain to shed my clothes and then kneel on the designated spot. Then one day he no longer told me, but just stared at me, one eyebrow raised, until I did so. Now he did not even look up from what he was writing until after I had been kneeling there for several minutes.
“Very good,” he said, without looking up, and I felt the words of praise wash through me like a warm draught. Then I was dashed with cold water: “But you are still not quite ready.”
My hand went to my cock and I made myself hard as quickly as I could.
Then he came to me and stroked my hair. “Very good,” he said again, and the warmth returned. Standing beside me as he was, the pendulous flesh of his cock was very close to my face. “Part of this training, my prince,” he said, “is to teach you to sense the ebb and flow of desire, which has been denied you for so long. After all, I will not be in your marriage bed with you to direct your movements.”
“I think I can figure out what to do in the marriage bed,” I said with a frown, then was startled as he slapped my cheek.
“Have you not learned by now that the magical threads we are weaving are delicate? Rebel against me and there could be dire consequences! I allowed you some small disobediences early in your lessons because of your ignorance! But you cannot claim ignorance now.”
I bowed my head. He sounded like my father when he would chastise me for something.
“Your feelings are awakening and I know they can be… difficult at times to understand or to accept,” he went on in a gentler voice. “You must trust me, that although they may seem odd or wrong, you must give in to them to break the spells. Tell me, Kenet, tell me what your instincts are telling you to do.”
My eyes were closed. “I should… apologize.”
“And how will you do that?”
“I will ask you to forgive me, my lord.” His title rolled easily off my tongue whenever I was in trouble.
“And if asking is not enough?”
I hesitated, trying to divine what answer he wanted. “Then… then what can I do to make it up to you, my lord?” After all, my whipping boy was not here to take my punishment for me. But punishment was not the only way to clear the air after a mistake, was it?
“Listen to your instincts, Kenet,” he said. “There is a way to mollify me and make things right between us again.”
I don’t know what compelled me to try this, but without opening my eyes, I turned my head, and brushed my lips along the gnarled head of his cock.
“Oh, very good,” he whispered, voice dropping. “You are definitely making progress.”
I let my tongue out to taste what I expected to be salty, because Jorin’s was, only to find his flesh bitter like the rind of a green fruit. I gagged, but a moment later his fingers sank into my hair, pulling my head forward until my mouth engulfed the whole head of his cock.
“Good boy,” he said. “Yes, very good…”
I wondered if the incense were leaking through the door, because I felt dizzy and light-headed. And quite suddenly, the more he praised me, the more enthusiastically I tried to swallow his flesh.
And then, just as suddenly, I felt the spasm of that muscular bulk in my mouth, and my tongue was suddenly flooded with his acrid, almost burnt-tasting seed. I coughed and spat, and earned a slap, and then he thrust deep into my throat, ensuring I was forced to swallow. But then his hand was stroking my cheek, and he was apologizing. “I’m sorry, my prince, but your tooth… it was purely a reflex. I know you did not mean to bite me.”
I bit him? I did not recall biting down at all, but I did feel dizzy. I licked him as he softened, trying to soothe any hurt I had made.
“Ah, that’s good. Very good. You make up in enthusiasm what you lack in technique. I am very pleased with you today.”
I was suddenly exhausted and my eyelids felt heavy. Indeed, they were closed.
“Not yet, my prince,” came his voice. “I must milk you, still.”
“I will make it pleasurable for you, now that you are starting to glean some enjoyment from our practice, at last,” he said.
“Thank you, my lord,” I said, slumping to the floor. I felt his body against mine and he pulled me close, my back to his chest, the way Jorin so often held me. It felt distinctly odd to be held by anyone else that way, and I could feel the bones of him poking me in places that Jorin’s didn’t.
And one bone in particular, against the base of my spine. Could he be erect, still, after spilling in my mouth? Or again, so quickly? But all he did with it was press it against my tailbone while he stroked me.
“Do you remember what you must do, my prince?” he whispered in my ear, “If you would like your release to bring you pleasure instead of pain?”
I remembered. “Beg,” I said, already jerking my hips toward his fist. He held his hand still and I did the work, pushing forward into his grip and pushing back against his cock. “I will beg for release, my lord.”
“Very good, my prince.” Somehow now when he said “my prince” it no longer sounded like it used to. It was no longer a title of respect and had become almost something obscene for him to whisper to me in these unspeakable moments. “Soon, soon,” he crooned, and I thought he meant I would come soon, but I could feel the rising of anticipation in him. Would he climax again, when I did?
No, he did not, but he made me beg for quite a while before he allowed me release. I slept some after that, waking up with my hair over my eyes and my own milk crusted to my belly. He was nowhere to be seen. I cleaned up as best I could, then decided I had best stop at the baths before going back to my room. Jorin would see it, would smell it, most likely, unless I bathed. I felt a pang in my heart as if my promise to keep silent were reminding me of the consequences of breaking that promise.
I was about to descend from the tower when I noticed a folded piece of parchment with my name on it.
Tomorrow is your meeting with your father. You will see him instead of me tomorrow, but return to me on the day after to resume your progress.
The letter was not signed. I knew I should get rid of it, but I didn’t know what lighting a fire in his sacred space might do. I folded it three times over and slipped it into my pocket to get rid of later.
Once in the bath I began to doubt what had just happened. It seemed too unreal. It must have been the hallucinatory effect of the incense smoke, combined with the lifting of the restrictions on my sexual urges. My imagination was going wild. That had to be it.
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About the author: Cecilia Tan is the award-winning author of many erotic books and stories and the founder of Circlet Press.