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 Eight-Seven: Kenet

87: Kenet

Bear came with me, and six of the Night Riders, and four of Marksin’s best men. My breath caught as we cleared the trees for the first time and I caught sight of the castle up the mountainside. Maldevar is the name of the castle, and the mountain, and the village which houses those who do not live inside the castle walls. Inside the walls, though, the castle was like a city unto itself, not so large as Port Aris, but quite sizable.

Looking up at the towers and the dark bulk of the buildings molded into the mountainside, I considered it a miracle that I had ever escaped from there. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 87 →

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 Eighty-Six: Jorin

86: Jorin

I had never heard Sergetten scream before, but I knew even before Seroi’s sorcerous voice began to speak that it was Sergetten whose agony we heard echo through the valley.

It sounded as if he were being flayed alive. Or worse. I could not even imagine what would cause my implacable former master to break in such a way.

Putting my hands over my ears did nothing to block the magically loudened voices. So. Seroi wanted to trade the king and Sergetten for Kenet and me. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 86 →

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 Eighty-Five: Kenet

85: Kenet

I slept in his arms. Yes, I did. I was a fool to waste even a moment grieving over my petty illusions, wasn’t I? A fool to waste even a moment of precious time we could have spent together. We might all be killed in the coming attack on the castle. And my suffering was nothing when weighed against his. Nothing at all. I should have been the one tied to the post and called a fool.

I would waste not a moment more. I slept in his arms, where I had belonged ever since the first time I had clung to him and refused to let go. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 85 →

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A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Eight-Four: Jorin

84: Jorin

I was sitting empty-handed by the Night Riders’ cooking fire when Kan sat down and thrust some waybread into my hand. “Idiot. Just because you would have killed any man who did what you did to him, doesn’t mean you can starve yourself to death.” He sat down on the log next to me.

Willim looked up from across the fire. “What? Who did Weltskin try to kill?” he asked. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 84 →

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 Eighty-Three: Kenet

83: Kenet

I was sitting up in a tangle of blankets on a sleeping pallet when Marksin came into the tent carrying a silver tray. He set it down next to me on a trunk and I saw it held a silver wine cup.

“I know it is better fresh from the source,” he said,”but…”

“Thank you, Marksin,” I said, and drank it before I could think about it much more. It was cold and thick, and had the scent of heartbreak. But I was now done with tears. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 83 →

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A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Eighty-Two: Jorin

82: Jorin

The three of us landed in the midst of one of the strangest military councils held in the history of Trest. I am one lucky bastard, though, for had we followed Seroi to his lair as I’d intended, he would surely have easily killed us by non-magical means. When we appeared in the tent in their midst, Kenet was unconscious, which was a mercy, I suppose, given the agony I had just put him through, I was choked half to death by Roichal, and Roichal himself was in not very fine shape either. All three of us would have been easy victims for anyone with the will to harm us.

We had arrived in a large tent, large enough for the gathering of half a dozen men and soldiers to leap to their feet at our arrival. Thank goodness Kan was among those there and gleaned immediately what had happened, so no well-meaning soldier of Trest killed me to save Roichal or the prince, either. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 82 →

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 Eighty-One: Kenet

81: Kenet

I cannot tell you what it was like. I may as well tell you what it was like to be raped by a thundercloud. No, actually, I imagine the thundercloud would have been less painful and less terrifying.

When I leapt into the fray I had only thought to save him. My Jorin.

You see, Seroi saw it as fated that I should belong to him, my enemy. He saw his chance to defeat the one other man who could lay claim to me, by using Roichal as a puppet from afar. No doubt this is why Seroi had taken Roichal’s cock long ago, so that if he ever needed to command the military directly, he could.

I nearly believed the mage for a few moments there, as he described what would happen if I returned to take the throne. If I did as I was told. If I behaved. If I did as expected. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 81 →

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A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Eighty: Jorin

80: Jorin

When I pulled my cock free of Jort, it was throbbing eagerly, and I turned to my next opponent, Roichal.

He chuckled as he stepped onto the mat. “I think Sergetten taught you more Night Magic than you let on.”

I laughed. “Or maybe Jort just needed a good fucking.” In truth, I had felt like I had looked at Jort through Sergetten’s eyes while we had been fighting. I could see the strands he’d spoken of, and I could feel a power pulse through my entire body, from my toes to my cock to the top of my head. Jort had been easy to read, and connecting to his need had only fed my reservoir of power. Was this how Sergetten had felt when I had bent to his will? I could feel myself surging with energy and the men around me seemed limned with a gentle glow. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 80 →

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A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Seventy-Nine: Kenet

79: Kenet

I suppose I should not have been shocked to find the sovereign lord and his mage in bed together.

Well, and I was not surprised by that. But given the shock I had just received, I treated them a bit more harshly than I should have, bursting in upon them as I did. They hurried to dress and present themselves before me, and then I told them that Sergetten had been snatched from us, and then they were the ones who were shocked. Indeed, if Solliran had not given him a good slap across the face, I think Tendrif might have collapsed into hysteria on the spot. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 79 →

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 Seventy-Eight: Jorin

78: Jorin

My master did not tell me which room he was in. He expected me to find him.

A lesser man might have asked the servants of the household where he could be found. I had no such need. I took a few steps into the shadowed hallway, the shrouds of evening thickening even as I did, and closed my eyes.

He had described the connections between bonded masters and slaves as something like strings tying us together. If that was so, I felt the string tug somewhere around my navel. I went in the direction it suggested. I went down the hall and down a set of stairs and pushed through a heavy wooden door into a bedroom.

The door shut behind me as I stepped in and slipped to my knees without opening my eyes. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 78 →