{"id":2720,"date":"2017-02-08T11:59:18","date_gmt":"2017-02-08T16:59:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2720"},"modified":"2017-02-08T11:59:18","modified_gmt":"2017-02-08T16:59:18","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2720","title":{"rendered":"The Prince&#8217;s Boy: Chapter 23"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to <em>The Prince&#8217;s Boy<\/em> 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.<\/p>\n<p><b>A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Twenty-Three: Kenet<\/b><\/p>\n<h1 class=\"p5\"><span class=\"t2 sgc-1\">23: Kenet<\/span><\/h1>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2078\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.ceciliatan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/kenet-theprincesboy.jpg\" alt=\"kenet-theprincesboy\" width=\"100\" height=\"100\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I stood at the base of the tower facing the door that would lead me up into Seroi\u2019s realm. It was time, perhaps past time, that I climbed the stairs to meet him. What was he doing up there right now? Was he wondering where I was? How bad would the punishment be if I delayed longer? Would it worsen the longer I waited?<\/p>\n<p>I shivered, unable to imagine what he might do to me, and then shivering all the more as I realized my cock was growing eager. I hissed softly as it grew, thrusting up against my belly between my skin and the waistband of my breeches. Evil thing, my prick, I thought, as if it wanted me to suffer.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Maybe that was Jorin\u2019s doing? He used to tease me so mercilessly, perhaps he had conditioned me from the start, before Seroi even began his magical treatments on me?<\/p>\n<p>I leaned my head against the wood. Surely once my coming of age ceremony was complete, I would no longer need these rituals and spells? I could certainly force myself to go through with it just a few more times. It wasn\u2019t as if the process was truly painful\u2014in fact, it was usually quite pleasurable\u2014and Seroi himself had assured me it was necessary for my health and my future. I couldn\u2019t take the chance that he spoke true that stopping short of completely freeing me of the magical shackles on my libido would result in crippling me for the rest of my life.<\/p>\n<p>I would be brave. Jorin and I would be together forever with no more threats once I was king. The first step in that process was the ceremony. I pulled open the door and began to ascend.<\/p>\n<p>I emerged at the top level of the tower fully clothed this time, but swayingly dizzy from the incense. I put a hand to my forehead, as if I could steady the swimming of my vision. I stumbled forward with my eyes closed, then opened them cautiously.<\/p>\n<p>My breath caught when I saw what awaited me at the center of the magical circle. Another thing like the previous one, only this one was much larger, as thick around as my wrist and as long as Bear\u2019s dagger, handle included. It gleamed like wet glass and I saw it was sitting on a dark irregular spot\u2014a small puddle.<\/p>\n<p>I looked up to see Seroi glaring at me, arms folded over his chest. \u201cAre you ill today, my prince?\u201d he asked in a low voice.<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head. \u201cJust&#8230; perhaps. I haven\u2019t felt&#8230; right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He gave a slow nod. \u201cYour reluctance is the last vestige of the magics you are shedding. Haven\u2019t I explained that?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Oh. \u201cYes. You have. It just&#8230; it feels like the feelings are my own.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course it does,\u201d he said, sounding more indulgent now. \u201cThat is how insidious the restrictions are. I suppose I should be proud of myself for having woven such a strong web. But I will tell you, Kenet, I am growing concerned with how little time we have left before the ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I merely nodded, wringing my hands and waiting for him to tell me what to do. But of course he didn\u2019t tell me, just stared at me and waited for me to give in. I swallowed once more and began to strip down until I was as naked as the day I had been born. I even took one step closer to the thing sitting on the floor.<\/p>\n<p>And then I surprised myself. \u201cNo. I can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He didn\u2019t move, but I felt magehands caressing my body, from my thighs upwards. \u201cWhy is that, my prince?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I just shook my head. I didn\u2019t want that thing inside me, but I couldn\u2019t say that to him. I knew it would only draw ridicule and more scolding.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you afraid it will hurt? The previous one did not, you may remember.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I just closed my eyes, silent, mind racing for a way out, even as I could feel my heartbeat in my rampant cock. The invisible fingers stroked up and down my shaft wordlessly promising pleasure.<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head again. \u201cI said no. There must be another way.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A low chuckle set the hairs on the back of my neck rising. \u201cAnd if there is another way, will you take it, my princeling?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nearly said yes, then held my tongue. \u201cWhat is this other way?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI assure you, the easier method is to do as before. If you like, I will even allow you to lie back instead of lowering yourself&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat is the other way?\u201d I insisted.<\/p>\n<p>He was suddenly close, moving with magic so that one instant he was standing outside the circle, the next, he was pressed against me, his robes scratchy against my bare skin and one arm behind my back. \u201cThe other way is to take something else in its place, namely the prick of the mage who bespelled you to begin with.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I tried to push him away, but he was holding me fast.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI assure you, Kenet, I have no qualms about doing so if that is what you would prefer,\u201d he said, eyes glittering.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cN-no,\u201d I stammered. Then abruptly, he was gone, standing a few steps away once more, leaving my knees weak.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI did not think you would choose that way,\u201d he said, smoothing his robes. \u201cIt is raw and barbaric, but I would have made it pleasurable for you had you wished it. You are back to my original choice for you, my prince.\u201d He indicated the protrusion with a gesture of his hand. \u201cIt need not go all the way in, if that worries you, though you will need to take at least half of it for it to be effective.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I shook my head, this time turning away from him and the thing so that I would not need to see either any longer.<\/p>\n<p>There was a long stretch of silence in which I tried not to even breathe.<\/p>\n<p>Then a long sigh came from him. \u201cKenet. Have I explained to you the consequences of&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou have.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe cannot go back now. We can only go forward. I do not have any more choice about this than you do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My shoulders slumped. \u201cPlease,\u201d I said. \u201cGive me until tomorrow. I\u2019ll come again at the same time and I\u2019ll try to do it tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Silence again. I resisted the urge to turn around. Jorin leapt into my thoughts, but I held still and quiet.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you cannot manage it,\u201d Seroi whispered, \u201cif you cannot work the ritual phallus into yourself, I will be forced to tie you down and use my own prick to finish the ritual.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Very well. Tonight I would let Jorin be the one to do it. Tomorrow I would come back to Seroi and tell him I didn\u2019t need him or his thing because it was already done by my Jorin\u2019s cock. \u201cTomorrow,\u201d I repeated. \u201cI\u2019ll come back tomorrow and all will be well.\u201d I turned suddenly then and threw myself to my knees at his feet, clutching at his robes. \u201cPlease, my lord, please. Should I promise&#8230;?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>His hand on my hair was so gentle it brought a sudden sob to my throat. \u201cHush, no. No promise. Oh, Kenet, you have a good heart. You are lovely and pure. The people will love you as king.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My tears soaked his robes as he went on. \u201cI love you, my prince,\u201d he said. \u201cYou are very dear to me. Return tomorrow and we shall finish this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd all will be well,\u201d I said, making a promise to myself in my heart that it would be, one way or the other. Would lightning strike me dead if it were not?<\/p>\n<p>I was ready this time when he bent down to kiss me, and instead of ash, the kiss tasted of tears.<\/p>\n<p>* * *<\/p>\n<p><i>Can&#8217;t wait for the end? Get the entire series now in one ebook bundle! All 96 chapters, the epilogue, and two bonus stories for $9.99! <a href=\"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Princes-Boy-Collection-Cecilia-Tan-ebook\/dp\/B01L2Q0SNO\/ref=as_li_ss_tl?_encoding=UTF8&amp;qid=&amp;sr=&amp;linkCode=ll1&amp;tag=whyilikebaseb-20&amp;linkId=3745363b3d4dd321c0b4889feedd2382\">Amazon<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/w\/the-princes-boy-collection-cecilia-tan\/1124468821?ean=2940153695792\">Barnes 7 Noble<\/a> <\/i><\/p>\n<p><strong>About the author:<\/strong> Cecilia Tan is the award-winning author of many erotic books and stories and the founder of Circlet Press.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2952\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.ceciliatan.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/tpb-box-banner-FB-1.jpg\" alt=\"tpb-box-banner-FB\" width=\"470\" height=\"246\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to The Prince&#8217;s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. 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