Prince Fox was bored out of his mind. He had already read all the books in
the palace at
least twice, walked along the alleys in the garden so many times he could
close his eyes
and name all the plants growing there, and memorized the lyrics of all the
songs the court
minstrels could play.
His father, King William the Cruel, hadn't let his son pursue his greatest
dream—to travel
around the world and visit all the exotic places he had read about in his
books, and was
rather unwilling to let Fox out of the palace in general. But this time the
prince was adamant.
He needed entertainment and he needed it now! He threw a wild tantrum fit,
stomping his feet
and screaming with all his might (it's worth mentioning that the prince was
a spoilt brat,
certain that whole world was centered around him), until King William
finally allowed him to
take a walk through the capital, in the company of the king's most
trustworthy minister
Sir Skinner.
The next day Fox set off quite early and by noon had already visited all the
rich districts
of the city. Now, against Skinner's ranting, he was heading toward the great
market, which
was taking place on the outskirts of the capital, near the harbour. He was
secretly hoping
he would be able to lose Skinner in the crowd and go to the quay to talk to
the sailors, but
a sudden racket drew his attention.
He immediately changed his tactics and instead of quickly sneaking in the
direction of
the harbour, he slowed down and let Skinner catch up with him.
"What is it?" he asked the red-faced, panting minister, indicating a tall
podium in
the centre of the market, around which a lot of people had gathered.
"It's a place where slaves are displayed during auctions." Skinner answered,
wishing
secretly that king William had shown more discipline to the annoying brat.
"Oh?" Fox said.
"Yes. I believe one of the sales is taking place now, Your Highness."
The prince watched the event for a while but eventually got bored. He was
already planning
how to get rid of Skinner again, when suddenly the words of the auctioneer
made him look
at the stage more carefully.
"...Number 42, a young, strong tramp. He is sentenced to death for numerous
thefts but if
any of you, generous sirs, would fancy buying him..."
"Did he say tramp?" Fox inquired.
"Yes, I believe he did, Your Highness. Why?" Skinner answered.
"A tramp is a person that has been travelling a lot, isn't it?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Skinner said, becoming more and more suspicious.
"I want him. Go buy him for me" Fox ordered light-heartedly and then turned
away and dived
in the crowd.
Skinner clenched his teeth in annoyance but he was smart enough to fulfill
the order. His
political career brought him great profits and he was determined to keep it.
Alex was looking at the huge, bald man in expensive clothes that had bought
him and tried
to figure out what was in stock for him.
The guy was dressed too nice to be a mere farmer looking for cheap labour
force. Maybe he
was a pimp, like the guy who "took care" of him in Venice. Alex shuddered in
disgust at
the remembrance of the events in Italy. As he normally didn't mind sex but
satisfying the fat,
lecherous merchants was certainly one of the worst things that had ever
happened to him.
He had, however, no time to plan his escape, before they arrived at the
palace.
"Holy shit!" thought Alex as they were walking through richly furnished
rooms towards the
servants' chambers. "I guess I'll leave my flight for a while and see what
the king's
people might want from little ol' me."
When the enthralled prince returned in the evening, after spending most of
the day on
chatting with sailors in the tavern, he was too tired and, well...drunk, to
remember about
his newest toy. It was only the next day in the afternoon that Fox desired
to see Alex.
As the slave was brought to him, the prince's breath caught in his throat at
the beauty of
the man.
Washed and clad in a wide, white shirt and high, black pants Alex was simply
gorgeous. His
short, dark hair, emphasizing the elegant shape of his scull, wide-set green
eyes shadowed
by the longest eyelashes Fox has ever seen, high cheekbones, cute little
nose and perfect
lips all added to his exotic beauty.
Obviously, not only the prince noticed what a cute thing the new slave was,
because
every conversation has stopped as he entered the chamber.
Fox immediately became very jealous as he saw all his flatterers stare
hungrily and
shamelessly at the young man.
"Well, slave, I hope you'll provide a nice entertainment for me, because if
you don't, I'll
give you back to the hands of the hangman, where you belong." The prince
stated a little
harshly.
"I'll do my best, Your Majesty." answered Alex meekly. "Just please specify
what kind
of entertainment you expect."
"Damn, even his voice is beautiful!" thought Fox angrily, totally enchanted
by the warm,
sexy tenor. "I'm gonna lose the title of the foxiest man in the country!"
Loudly, he said: "I want you to tell me tales from all the countries you
have visited."
"I understand, Your Highness." Alex answered. "I'll do my best to satisfy
your wishes."
Prince Fox shuddered a bit, as the ambiguity of the slave's words caused
sweet tingling race
through his body, and then ordered: "Begin."
Alex smiled slyly at the beautiful prince and started his tale:
"Once upon a time, in the ancient country now known as Turkey, there lived a
very powerful
king. The king was actually a tyrant and every single person in his vast
empire trembled
with fear whenever his name was mentioned. For this reason, the king very
rarely left his
castle, afraid of his many enemies lurking outside and wishing him dead. He
was also
reluctant to let his family out of the safety of the thick stone walls
surrounding his castle.
All these reasons, however, were totally alien to the king's beautiful son,
Prince Dawid."
Fox, who was listening to the strange tale with his brow furrowed so far,
has finally
interrupted:
"What exactly did prince Dawid look like?"
Alex smiled triumphantly, certain that now he had the vain prince's
undivided attention,
and said:
"Well, he was probably the most beautiful man in the whole kingdom. His skin
had
an incredible shade of gold, his hair was brown and silky, there had been
poems written
about his sinful lower lip and his eyes had a chameleon-like quality to
change their
colour from warm and worried blue to decisive gray, depending on the
prince's mood."
"Really? He was gorgeous indeed." commented the flattered prince. "Go on
with your tale
then."
"Yes. As I was saying, Dawid couldn't understand why his father wouldn't let
him go out
of the castle and one day he decided to sneak out without his parents'
knowledge. His
plan was to explore the land around the castle and come back in the evening,
after
satisfying his curiosity. The prince was counting on the fact that he most
likely wouldn't
be recognised since he had never before left the castle. Besides, to
completely ensure his
anonymity, Dawid put on some of the slaves' clothes instead of his usual
silk garments. What
the unfortunate prince didn't take into consideration was that it was
extremely dangerous to
travel alone then, especially in the disguise of a slave."
"Was he caught?" Fox suddenly interrupted, deeply concerned for the foreign
prince, so very
similar to him.
"Yes, he was, Your Highness." Alex answered, proud of the effect his story
had on the young
heir to the throne. "A travelling merchant spotted Dawid when the prince was
trying to sneak
back to the palace, and thought he was a slave thrown out for disobedience."
"Disobedience?"
"Well, he actually suspected that Dawid was someone's little toy caught with
someone else's
cock up his ass." Alex looked challengingly at his listener.
Prince Fox blushed deeply under the steady gaze of the bright, green eyes
and shifted
uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the sudden hardness between his
legs. Then he
requested weakly: "I understand. Please continue."
"The merchant decided he could use another slave, so he sent his people to
capture the prince.
When Dawid was brought to him, the merchant started to question him about
the reason he had
been trying to enter the castle. The prince, enraged by the way he was being
treated, demanded
to be let free or else his father the king would punish the merchant
severely. Unfortunately,
such attitude only made the merchant angry and since he didn't believe in
Dawid's story, he
didn't hesitate to punish the impertinent slave."
"P...punish?" whispered Fox breathlessly.
"Yes, Your Highness. The merchant decided to spank the prince like a common
slaveboy."
"That's horrible!" Fox whimpered, tightening his buttocks as they started to
tingle in
sympathy.
Alex looked at the gorgeously flushed, squirming prince and congratulated
himself silently
for such a skillful placing of the bait. Now all he had to do was not to let
Fox get off
the hook and he could already plan his future as a royal favourite.
"Prince Dawid was absolutely horrified when he found himself splayed across
the merchant's lap,
with his buttocks bared and conveniently positioned to meet every stinging
swat. Never before
had he been spanked and he was completely unprepared at how painful this
punishment could
be. Furious that a mere merchant dared to treat him like that, the prince
was twisting
restlessly, trying to get out of the powerful grip.
"Unfortunately, his actions had quite an unexpected effect on the merchant,
who suddenly
desired to take the quivering, upturned butt. He stopped smacking Dawid's
reddened cheeks
and started to stroke his sensitive opening instead.
"The prince was at first relieved that his horrible ordeal had ended but
soon he realised
that he was still pinned in the humiliating pose. Then he felt the intimate
touch and froze
in terror as he guessed what would happen next. Dawid had made love with men
and women
before but he had never let them take his body. And now he was going to be
raped.
"The merchant finally pushed one finger inside the prince's virgin hole and
Dawid gasped at
the sweet sensation rolling over his helpless body. The merchant soon added
another
finger and started to scissor them together, trying to loosen the tight
muscle. The prince
couldn't help moaning and wriggling a little as the expert caresses set his
body on sinful
fire.
"'You really like it, don't you, you little whore.' the merchant panted,
incredibly turned on
by the beautiful slave's responsiveness.
"Prince Dawid tried to disagree with the cutting remark but there was no way
he could deny
his burning arousal. His cock was throbbing and his anus tingled in
anticipation. He couldn't
believe that the humiliating situation had such a powerful effect on him.
"Soon the merchant let him off his lap and told him to kneel on the ground
with his butt
lifted. Dawid complied meekly, doing his best to keep balance since his legs
were shaking
badly with lust. Then the merchant squeezed the prince's tender buttocks,
keeping Dawid
firmly in place, and thrust into the willing body.
"The prince started to moan and rock his hips, reveling in the feeling of
sweetness,
quickly bringing him to an Earth-shattering climax.
"The merchant let Dawid move like that for a while, amused by the slave's
desperate attempts
to get off. Soon, however, he grew tired of the slave's selfishness and
began to spank
the red ass again, all the time thrusting fast into the tight hole.
"The prince cried out in surprise. The heat of the second spanking, mixed
with the heat
of the hard fucking, made him go totally crazy. By the time the merchant
exploded deep in
his body, Dawid was too far gone to even notice. He just felt suddenly
bereft of the warmth
and when he managed to gather his scattered wits again, he was lying alone
at the back of
one of the carts, crying his eyes out because of the blazing pain in his
backside and
the humiliating realization of how much he enjoyed his own rape.
"Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his shoulder. He turned around and looked
in the green,
sympathetic eyes of one of the other slaves.
"'Who are you and what do you want?' the miserable prince asked.
"'My name is Mikolaj. I came because I know how lonely one may feel here in
the night. Besides,
I thought you could use some cleaning up.' the other man answered, pointing
at the merchant's
dried seed on Dawid's thighs.
"'Yes, thank you.' the prince answered, blushing violently.
"'It's OK, Dawid. I also hate to have my body marked by him like that.'
Mikolaj said and
started to run a cool cloth along the prince's left thigh, occasionally
wetting the cloth in
a bucket he'd brought with him.
"The sadness in Mikolaj's husky voice reassured Dawid and he let himself
relax under the
delicate touch. Soon his thighs were clean and the other man began to run
the pleasantly
cold cloth over the prince's crimson buttocks. Leaning into the soothing
caresses, Dawid
closed his eyes and started to plan what he was going to do next.
"'I guess I should be going now.' Mikolaj suddenly stated.
"'Wait. Don't leave me, please.' the prince begged, horrified by the thought
of spending
the night alone. 'You told me that one can be very lonely here, so please
keep me company
tonight'
"The other man hesitated for a moment but he soon decided he couldn't refuse
the pleading
eyes. He laid down next to Dawid and asked: 'OK, what do you want to talk
about?'
"'Tell me all about the life outside the castle.' the enthralled prince
demanded, pushing
his butt back into the soothing hands. 'Is it always this horrible? How did
you become
a slave?'
"Mikolaj smiled at Dawid's enthusiasm and told him how he got kidnapped from
his home in
Russia and sold to the merchant on one of the auctions. How he missed his
family but
didn't really hope to ever see them again because he had heard his village
had been burned
down during a recent war. All the time he kept caressing the prince's sore
ass, skillfully
rubbing the pain away but leaving a different sort of heat behind.
"Dawid was listening incredulously to the sad story. He couldn't understand
how it was
possible that so many people lived in poverty and insecurity while he, the
future ruler
of the country, didn't have even the slightest clue about their pitiful
plight. Soon,
however, the prince got distracted from his uneasy reflections as the expert
ministrations
made the familiar fire come back, much stronger than before.
"'I'm a slut' thought Dawid with horror and pulled away from the welcoming
arms, so
ashamed by his body's reaction that he suddenly felt like crying again.
"'Hey, what is it?' Mikolaj asked the mixed-up prince. 'I didn't mean to
upset you. Please
forgive me.'
"'No, it's not your fault. It's what the damned merchant's done to me. I
can't even recognize
my own body now.' Dawid whimpered miserably, trying to hide from the warm,
steady gaze.
"'Oh.' said Mikolaj, finally noticing the obvious state of arousal of the
other man. 'Don't
worry about it. It's natural that after a spanking your body becomes more
sensitive.'
"'How can I not worry about it! I feel so dirty!' exclaimed the unhappy
prince. However, when
he saw acceptance and understanding, instead of the feared contempt in
Mikolaj's beautiful
eyes, he snuggled back into the strong arms and sobbed pleadingly: 'Please
make me forget.'
"Mikolaj started to kiss Dawid softly, trying to replace the memories of the
brutal rape
by sweet tenderness.
"Soon the prince responded passionately to the delicate kisses, finally
letting himself enjoy
the sinful fire the direct caresses of tongue on tongue brought about. He
wrapped his legs
around Mikolaj's slim hips and started to run his hands greedily over the
other man's
muscular back.
"They were gradually losing themselves in their own world, not caring about
anything but
learning each other's bodies. They were kissing, stroking, nibbling and
touching any part
of one another they could reach.
"Dawid was reveling in the intense sweetness of their love-making. His
senses were
over-loaded with the other man; the musky smell of Mikolaj's skin and the
salty taste
of him on the prince's tongue made his head swim. He was moaning happily,
thoroughly
enjoying the feeling of being so totally open and taken over by the
beautiful slave.
"Then Mikolaj's fingers found the still slick opening between Dawid's thighs
and
started to gently tease it in order to prepare the prince for the
penetration.
"Dawid groaned deep in his throat and bucked wildly, desperately trying to
fight the wave
of heat that had enveloped his body at the touch. This was too soon, much
too soon. He wanted
to take Mikolaj with him, to have him inside, when the tension would reach
its peak. It wasn't
supposed to end like this.
"Suddenly the heat turned into coldness, then to heat again, as if his body
was being drowned
by boiling and then ice-cold water, only that the waves came from the
inside, from the sweet
spot deep in him that Mikolaj was lazily stroking, and the prince knew that
there was no way
he could stop now. He cried out and arched up, his muscles tightening and
convulsing around
Mikolaj's fingers, when the orgasm finally took him over.
"'I didn't want it to happen like this.' Dawid sobbed when he returned to
the land of
the living. 'I wanted you to take me and claim me as your own, so that I
wouldn't have to
remember what the merchant had done.'
"'Don't worry Dawid, we can still do whatever you have in mind.' Mikolaj
smiled reassuringly
at his gorgeous lover. 'All you need is a short break.'
"'Promise?' the prince sniffed and let himself relax in the muscular arms.
"'Promise.' Mikolaj started to kiss his way down the other man's neck and
chest, stopping
for a moment to worry the sensitive nipples into hardness. Then, satisfied
with his
achievement, he moved further south until his hot lips enveloped the already
semi-erect
cock.
"'Oh God..." Dawid moaned, losing himself in the heat of the teasing
caresses. Mikolaj
had an uncanny power over the prince, knowing exactly where and how to touch
his body to
drive him insane. Before long Dawid was on the edge again. This time,
however, Mikolaj
withdrew at the last moment and, unable to wait any more, buried himself
deep in the pliant
body.
"The prince screamed, eventually granted with what he had been craving for
for so long,
and clung desperately to the powerful body of his lover as lazy tremors of
his second climax
started to rock him. There was no urgency this time, just waves of heat
lapping against
the base of his spine and sending shocks of pleasure all over his body,
slowly gaining on
intensity and then losing their strength again, so that he couldn't really
say when he
actually reached the peak. Somewhere very far he felt Mikolaj tense and
explode but it
took Dawid another few moments to come round.
"When he finally did, he found himself being cleaned again.
"'Come here.' the prince demanded, stretching his arms to accommodate his
lover.
"Mikolaj looked at him and grinned, throwing the cloth away and lying down.
After a short
struggle to find the most comfortable position, they snuggled up together
and enjoyed the
closeness of each other.
"'You really are the prince, aren't you.' Mikolaj suddenly stated.
"'You believe me? Why?' the startled prince asked.
"'Yes, I believe you. You were too enraged by the way the merchant treated
you to be
a slave and when I called you with the prince's name, you accepted it as
natural, even
though you hadn't mentioned your name before.'
"'Oh. Well, since you believe me, will you run away with me? All we have to
do is get into
the castle and we'll be both safe there.'
"'It's not that easy. We're slaves, you know, we can't just leave.'
"'But that's not fair! He can't just keep me here against my will!' Dawid
exclaimed.
"Mikolaj looked at his enraged lover and smiled sadly.
"'He can do whatever he wants.' he said. 'But promise me this: You'll escape
the first
chance you get, no matter what it will be that will distract the merchant.'
"'No, I won't run without you.' the stubborn prince disagreed.
"'Don't worry about me. I'm used to being someone else's property and you're
not. Please
run while we're still close enough to the castle so that you have a chance
to succeed.'
"'Well...OK. But I'll come back for you with the castle's guards and take
you away from
this horrible man.'
"'Alright, just promise that you'll escape tomorrow.'
"'I promise. Now hold me.' Dawid requested.
"Mikolaj smiled and obeyed. Soon they fell asleep.
"When Dawid woke up the next morning, he was alone on the cart. He called
Mikolaj a couple
of times but since he has received no answer, he went out to look for his
lover in the camp.
As soon as he left the cart, he noticed that the guards responsible for
watching the slaves
were all gathered at the far end of the camp, apparently enjoying whatever
it was that was
taking place there.
"Dawid sneaked closer to the gathering, hoping to see Mikolaj there and
convince him to
run with him since the guards were obviously distracted. Unfortunately, it
turned out
that it was his lover who was the reason for the whole mess in the first
place.
"When the prince finally managed to take a peek at what the hell was going
on, he saw
Mikolaj, naked and tied to one of the carts, being flogged by the merchant
with a vicious
looking whip.
"Dawid wanted to interrupt the horrible spectacle but the look in his
lover's eyes stopped
him—as soon as Mikolaj spotted the prince, he mouthed 'Go. You can't help
me.'
"'But I can.' Dawid thought and ran unnoticed towards the castle. He didn't
care about
getting inside secretly any more, so he simply approached the main gate and
ordered the guards
to prepare a small squad to go out with him.
"When the prince came down again, washed and dressed in his finest clothes,
the soldiers were
already waiting.
"Not wanting to lose another minute, Dawid set out immediately and soon
reached the merchant's
camp.
"The carts were already packed and prepared to go but the merchant delayed
the departure
when he saw the royal soldiers clearly heading his way. He thought that
perhaps
the former owner of the beautiful slave he had found the day before decided
to get him
back and was willing to pay a considerable sum to achieve this. However,
when the prince's
squad came near enough for him to see who was commanding it, the merchant
panicked and
ordered his guards to attack the approaching soldiers. Of course the guards
didn't stand
a chance against the better equipped royal troops and the battle was over
nearly as soon
as it had begun.
"Prince Dawid killed the merchant himself, and then freed all of the slaves,
giving them some
money for the road.
"One of the slaves led Dawid to the cart on which Mikolaj was lying, still
unconscious after
the heavy beating. The prince's heart stopped at the sight of his battered
lover. He was
angry at himself that it had taken him so long to come back with help and he
swore silently
to bring the best physicians in the country and have them take care of
Mikolaj.
"And he did just that, as soon as they got back to the castle. Then,
together with his lover,
he started to prepare the edicts which he was going to issue when he became
the king and which
were going to improve the life of the country's poorest citizens.
"Needless to say, Prince Dawid became the most powerful and at the same time
the most loved
ruler in the country's history, forever remembered as the king who banned
slavery.
"The end.
"Did you like my story, Your Highness?" Alex looked at Prince Fox
innocently.
"I, um, yeah. I admit that your story had some very interesting moments."
the blushing prince
answered. "Although I would have to listen to it again to decide whether it
was good enough
for me to let you live. You'll have to repeat it, but not here—I wouldn't
want to deprive
my court from the well-deserved sleep. You'll tell me the tale again in my
bed chamber. Is
that clear?"
"Yes, Your Highness. Whatever you wish." Alex took a deep bow, not really
succeeding in
concealing the triumphant grin that was slowly spreading on his face. He was
sure that
this was going to be a very long night.
Prince Fox's Toy
by Czeri
"I move like a cat,
Talk like a rat,
Sting like a bee;
Babe I'm gonna be your man.
And it's plain to see
You were meant for me.
I'm your toy,
Your 20th century boy."
PLACEBO
