{"id":2798,"date":"2017-03-29T11:59:48","date_gmt":"2017-03-29T15:59:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2798"},"modified":"2017-03-29T11:59:48","modified_gmt":"2017-03-29T15:59:48","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-30","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2798","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 30"},"content":{"rendered":"

Welcome to The Prince’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

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Thirty: Jorin<\/b><\/p>\n

30: Jorin<\/span><\/h1>\n

\"jorin-theprincesboy\"<\/p>\n

When I came to, I was still bound, but this time my hands were in front of me and I was not blindfolded. I was lying on a blanket that smelled of horse and I appeared to be in a small tent.<\/p>\n

My head felt like metalsmiths with hammers were shaping it from the inside and my mouth was as dry as if they had gagged me with cloth. I winced as someone pulled aside the flap of the tent and the brightness felt like needles in my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, poor thing. Here you go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan. He crouched to enter the low tent and knelt by my head. I heard the sound of a flask being unscrewed. He tipped my mouth upward and poured a mouthful of something intensely bitter onto my tongue, but I swallowed it. He let go and already the pain had eased slightly. \u201cI told you you\u2019d feel like this. The tingle-tingle bush in full bloom? I\u2019m not sure if you were lucky or unlucky there, my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKan,\u201d I tried to say but it just came out a croak.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne thing at a time,\u201d he said, putting a finger to my lips to quiet me. He gave me water next, then went back out of the tent. I did not hear his footsteps, but when he came back in, I had the impression he had circled the tent. \u201cAll right. Quietly now. I say lucky because if you\u2019d been awake like the other soldiers you probably would have ended with an arrow in your back. And if you hadn\u2019t been hallucinating and talking aloud, I wouldn\u2019t have realized who you were before I slit your throat, either, Jorin Weltskin.\u201d<\/p>\n

He knew who I was! I lay quiet and still for a few moments, thinking over how close I had come to being killed but nonetheless amused by his new name for me. Perhaps the part of the dream where Kenet had been checking over my scars wasn\u2019t completely a dream after all. The water eased the burning in my throat and I tried again to speak. \u201cYou say you won\u2019t harm the prince.\u201d Yes, I could speak. \u201cBut how can I join you if you fight the crown? Kenet has my loyalty and my goal is to return to him. You must… you must let me go.\u201d<\/p>\n

He sat cross-legged next to me. \u201cAnd where would you go? Weren\u2019t you exiled from the castle?\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, yes. What else did he know? My cheeks burned hot, but I was stubborn. \u201cI will find a way to get him a message.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then what? Spirit him away? Actually, Weltskin, that is an excellent plan. We would have long ago kidnapped him if we had thought we had any hope of being successful.\u201d He shook his head slowly. \u201cThere\u2019s no getting through the defenses of that bastard Seroi.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could not help it. I jerked upright at the sound of that name and made myself dizzy and had to lie down again, waiting for the nausea and vertigo to pass. But once they did, I said, \u201cIt was Seroi who separated me from the prince. Who had me banished.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan\u2019s hand was warm and solid on my upper arm as he helped me to sit up again. \u201cIs that so? You may have to tell that tale to the others to convince them of the trueness of your heart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd are you convinced, Kan?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

He grinned. \u201cYou will have your opportunity to prove it to me. Joining our band is not a trivial step. Your loyalty and resolve will be put to the test. I cannot predict, though, how exactly the others will want to test you…\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cNo one should doubt the lengths I will go to for Kenet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan\u2019s hand slid over my bare back. \u201cIndeed, if these marks are the testimony of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou seem to know about me,\u201d I said then. \u201cIf so, you know I have been by his side, and receiving these welts on his behalf, since he was a very young child.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs were you,\u201d Kan said, standing then. \u201cIf you are who you say you are, of course. As I said, you\u2019ll have to convince the others.\u201d He threw open the tentflap then and whistled. Gresh and a man I hadn\u2019t seen before lifted me from the blanket and carried me out into the summer sun, then into the trees. They stopped in a small dell, and Gresh held me still while the other lashed my bound wrists above my head to a long rope suspended between two trees.<\/p>\n

I sighed in resignation. \u201cLet me guess. You have a pulley somewhere so if you like, you can lift me in the air to hang like a puppet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan took a swallow from a bottle that Gresh handed him. \u201cJust so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBeen strung up like this before?\u201d Gresh asked, his frown making his brow protrude like a cliff. \u201cHow many times did you desert the army?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about? Only the once, when you found me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He snorted. \u201cThe looks of the marks on your back say you\u2019ve been whipped plenty of times.\u201d<\/p>\n

As he spoke I was aware of others coming into the clearing, though they were standing behind me. \u201cOf course I have,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m Prince Kenet\u2019s ladra\u2019an. The king himself put those marks on my skin.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughter. I tried to turn my head to see the men behind me, but Gresh seized my chin. \u201cTut tut. Can\u2019t have you looking at them who don\u2019t wish to be seen.\u201d He wrapped a cloth around my eyes and tied it with a snug knot.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen, it\u2019s true. Kenet picked me out of an orphanage when I was small. When we were both small. The only reason I\u2019m not with him now is because the Lord High Mage wanted to get rid of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

A hand pulled at my hair, forcing my head back. \u201cCan you prove it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, that I lived in the palace until just a few days ago? Have any of you ever been there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d came the reply from more than one of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what can I tell you that would prove so?\u201d I sighed again. \u201cThis whole conversation will be more satisfying to you all, I can see, after you\u2019ve beaten me. So why not just get on with that?\u201d<\/p>\n

The hand holding me disappeared as if the man couldn\u2019t stand to touch me, then, and he hissed as if burned.<\/p>\n

I pulled at the rope. \u201cGo on. You wouldn\u2019t bother to truss me up like this if you didn\u2019t intend to. Which of you is a bigger sadist than the king himself? Go on. I would like to find out. Perhaps there is one among you who hits even harder than Seroi. You can re-open the bleeding wounds he left.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKan,\u201d one of them said, as if asking their leader for help in shutting me up.<\/p>\n

There was no reply. \u201cPlease, gentlemen,\u201d I went on. \u201cI hate boredom more than I despise pain, and every minute we waste, Kenet is in danger, in the clutches of that mage. I can smell the horses even if I have not seen one. Who among you has a riding whip? My skin is not so tough as a horse\u2019s hide. I will scream.\u201d<\/p>\n

I do not know where this bravado came from, honestly. But the more I said, the more unnerved they became, that much I could feel in the air. Just because I was the one tied and blindfolded did not mean I had no power at all.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about you, Gresh? You seem more like the barehanded type. Give me a good jaw-rattling slap. Will I spit blood? Or use your knuckles. It can\u2019t be worse than fight practice with the castle guard, or the bruises King Korl himself left me with…\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I heard Kan chuckling. \u201cWell, men? Ah, I see. I\u2019m sorry Weltskin, they are waiting for me to go first.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shivered as his hand ran down my back. \u201cI told you. I don\u2019t care what you do to me if you help me return to Kenet\u2019s side.\u201d<\/p>\n

One of the others spoke. \u201cI won\u2019t be goaded into dealing pain. If that\u2019s what the prisoner wants, we shouldn\u2019t give it to him. How do we know he isn\u2019t a spy of Seroi\u2019s anyway, who might have some spell on him that would bring us harm if we harm him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan chuckled again. \u201cGood thinking, Merrl, but if you\u2019re going to be thinking, why not consider this? Look at him. I\u2019d say there are only three possibilities here. One, as Gresh thinks, he\u2019s a soldier who has been beaten within an inch of his life each time he\u2019s tried to desert the army, two, he\u2019s an escaped slave who either had a true pain-dealer for a master or he was so uppity and rebellious he deserved every one of the scars…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr both,\u201d someone chimed in.<\/p>\n

\u201cOr both,\u201d Kan allowed. \u201cOr three, he really is the prince\u2019s whipping boy, in which case he could be an ally more powerful than any we\u2019ve encountered yet since crossing the Serde.\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard Gresh growl. \u201cI say it\u2019s still too great a risk. We are still not in a position to attack Seroi. He won\u2019t be of any use to us until then.\u201d<\/p>\n

I growled back. \u201cI want to join you, you milksucking bastard. If your aim is bringing down Seroi, we have a common enemy. And I can fight! Do you think I\u2019m some court-raised tiptoe dancer?\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard the sound of the blade going through the rope before I felt my hands come free, but before I could get the blindfold loose, someone was tackling me to the ground. Whoever it was couldn\u2019t have made a worse mistake. I couldn\u2019t see, but with him trying to wrestle me, I didn\u2019t have to. His clothes also hindered him while my nudity made me hard to grab onto. I had him pinned in under a minute, and pressed my forearm against his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you yield?\u201d I insisted. \u201cOr do the Night Riders not honor such concepts?\u201d<\/p>\n

I could hear Gresh\u2019s heavy footfalls as he charged toward me, but he stopped before reaching us. My guess was that Kan held him back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have our own kind of honor,\u201d Kan said. \u201cMen, if he lets Derget go, will you accept what he says?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gresh grunted. \u201cI still say it\u2019s too dangerous to just trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan laughed. \u201cAll the more reason to bind him as a Night Rider.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gresh didn\u2019t sound happy, but he agreed. \u201cFine. If that\u2019s what it\u2019ll take, I\u2019m sure I can muster the milk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan came closer to me and the man who was now wheezing some in my grip, Derget. \u201cAll right, Jorin Weltskin. If you truly want to join the Night Riders, this will make you one of us truly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you,\u201d I said. \u201cFor Kenet, I would do anything. You may flay the skin from my body if that\u2019s what it takes. And if you fight Seroi, I will fight with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour promises will not be necessary because our intention is to bind you using Night Magic. Your loyalty will be ensured. But it is not our way to force such a bond, which is why I ask. If you are willing, let go of Derget, and we will begin the ritual immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will be compelled to be loyal, you say,\u201d I asked, easing up on Derget a little but not letting him free yet. \u201cBut are you compelled to be loyal to me in return?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan laughed. \u201cA very good question. Yes, yes there is a mutual component to the binding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep him blindfolded and don\u2019t let him know which of us holds his leash,\u201d Gresh said. \u201cThat way there can\u2019t be any accidents.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut how could I harm you if I\u2019m loyal to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagic is a tricky thing,\u201d Kan answered. \u201cUsually this spell binds slave to master, but we have modified it to ensure mutual loyalty through the group. Without a single man holding your leash, we won\u2019t leave you the temptation of trying to engineer your freedom subconsciously, or, for that matter, the temptation of fixating on any of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fixating? I still didn\u2019t know what they were talking about exactly, but I let Derget free and reached for the blindfold.<\/p>\n

Kan\u2019s hands stopped mine. \u201cI thought we just agreed to leave that. We really are going to start right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I thought I heard a distant roll of thunder. \u201cAll right,\u201d I said. \u201cWhat should I do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want him tied,\u201d Gresh said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t go first,\u201d Derget complained. \u201cYou\u2019re too enormous.\u201d<\/p>\n

Kan laughed. \u201cSmallest to largest, then? Derget, does that mean you are first?\u201d<\/p>\n

Derget stammered at the insult and I suddenly understood what they were going to do and what they were speaking of. They were going to fuck me.<\/p>\n

Kan must have felt the ripple of comprehension moving through me. His fingers held my wrists, but loosely. \u201cYou did say \u2018anything.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not objecting,\u201d I answered, though my heart was beating wildly and I felt like the ground was moving beneath my feet.<\/p>\n

And then they were lifting me, settling me on my back on a blanket. I half-expected them to tie me down, limbs spread, but then I remembered he had used the word willing. My hands and voice shook, though, as I reached up blindly, saying, \u201cWho is first? Come come.\u201d<\/p>\n

A man\u2019s mouth met mine roughly, teeth knocking against my lips as his eagerness bore him down. I could feel his cock against my belly, already hard.<\/p>\n

Kan was chanting in a quiet voice, but not so quiet I couldn\u2019t make out that the words were in the old tongue. The pungent scent of incense reached me then, while the man between my legs slid his hand down between my cheeks. His fingers were greased and I wondered if one of the others held a pot of it close by?<\/p>\n

Then he sank a finger into me and I let out a groan, fragments of my dream of Kenet dancing in front of my closed eyes. The man began to pump and I met each push of his finger with a motion of my hips, suddenly needy for more, and making his cock rub against my belly with each thrust.<\/p>\n

He cried out suddenly, his voice young-sounding in his dismay as hot milk spurted across my stomach.<\/p>\n

There was quite a bit of chuckling, though they were careful as they ribbed him not to say his name. I had no trouble telling who took his place though: Kan himself.<\/p>\n

He slipped a finger into me. \u201cThis will be your first time?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I admitted.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd yet you agreed to take all of us, if necessary? Weltskin, as you may have gathered by now, we have to each take a turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am no more at your mercy now than I was when I was strung up and expecting you to flay me,\u201d I pointed out. \u201cIsn\u2019t that part of the point? I\u2019m willing no matter what you do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to each spill some milk inside you. Inside,\u201d he repeated, and the others laughed good-naturedly at the one who had spilled too soon. \u201cThat means, well, it means not just a ritual penetration.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you, I\u2019m willing,\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that, I\u2019m merely apologizing,<\/i>\u201d he replied. \u201cI dislike dealing pain unintentionally<\/i>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gresh snorted. \u201cIs it all right if I intend to?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLater, Gresh,\u201d Kan said. \u201cI, at least, don\u2019t.\u201d And with that, he added another finger to the first, and they made a squelching sound as he pressed them into me.<\/p>\n

I soon found my breaths coming and going in time with the motion of his hand, and then he shifted to lie between my legs and I felt the hot, blunt end of him rubbing between my cheeks.<\/p>\n

His mouth was at my ear though, nibbling and breathing warm, moist pleasure down my neck. \u201cThink of Kenet,\u201d he whispered, as his cock pushed into me.<\/p>\n

My cry caught in my throat, the pain completely unlike anything I\u2019d felt before. I struggled reflexively, trying to push him out, anything to ease the sharp, sudden discomfort, but he only pushed further in, making it worse.<\/p>\n

Then his hand wrapped around my cock and stroked, and miraculously, it took only a few strokes before everything eased. His whispers continued and they were like what you say to a spooked horse, murmurs of encouragement that I didn\u2019t have to understand the words of to be calmed by.<\/p>\n

He moved faster as I relaxed more and as the motion of him inside me felt better and better. Then he let go my cock and just concentrated on fucking me.<\/p>\n

When he was drawing close to his release, he spoke again. \u201cI will leave you as you are,\u201d he said, \u201cso that the ease you felt from your cock being touched will still be possible with the others. I know, you might be more relaxed and looser after you spill, but… you won\u2019t thank me if I do that to you now. Trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right.\u201d I squeezed tight as if trying to hold my own release in and succeeded in gripping his cock with my body so well that he began to spill then. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and eager as he rode out his release into my body.<\/p>\n

All too quickly, he was gone, replaced by another. Derget? Whoever he was, he was of similar size to Kan, both in his body and his cock. He fucked with a ferocity that felt like revenge, though, and so I guessed it was Derget, who hadn\u2019t enjoyed being bested. He did not touch my cock\u2014in fact he shifted my position onto all fours so that my cock swung untouched under me while he ploughed me from behind. When he came, he howled.<\/p>\n

The next also came from behind, and this time I reached under myself to stroke as he worked himself into me. Larger. This cock was larger and it took much longer for him to come. I couldn\u2019t touch myself for very long without coming dangerously close to spilling. When he came at last, he pulled out so quickly I felt droplets of his milk all over my back, as well, but as long as some had gone inside, I supposed it was all right.<\/p>\n

There were six all told, and the last of them all was Gresh. Somehow I had known it would be. I felt the tug on my wrist as he brought my hands behind my back and tied them together. Then I felt his finger probing at my now well-fucked hole, and it felt nearly like it might be too big to fit. He was almost as big as Bear, I thought.<\/p>\n

Then he rubbed his cock up and down in the slick crack and I trembled. Definitely too large. I tried to relax but it was impossible.<\/p>\n

I felt Gresh\u2019s meaty hands on my hips, pulling me into place as his impossibly large cock pushed at my hole but did not actually make it through the opening. Then some other hand stroked my cock.<\/p>\n

Kan. \u201cCome on, Weltskin. You can do it. And if you can\u2019t… well, I have some healing potions you can take.\u201d<\/p>\n

At that Gresh gave a mighty push and it felt like he tore me open. I know now that he hadn\u2019t, but at the time I didn\u2019t know whether that was possible or not, and it felt like he had. That would mean that the hot liquid running down my legs was blood?<\/p>\n

But no, it was milk. Apparently all it took was one stroke inside me to get Gresh to spill. He smacked me hard on the arsecheek as he pumped his hips back and forth a few times, then pulled out.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere, we\u2019re almost done,\u201d Kan said, rolling me onto my side and then taking me in his arms, my wrists still bound behind my back. \u201cWell, technically the spell is done. But I should like to see you spill now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re kind,\u201d I said, as he stroked my cock for me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd cruel, too,\u201d he said in reply. \u201cNight Magic requires it. Night Magic requires both pleasure and pain. Something tells me you\u2019ve seen too much of one lately and not enough of the other. Come for me now, Jorin Weltskin. And be one of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I do not know if it was merely that I was ready to spill, or if there was something in the spell that made it happen, but as he commanded me to come, milk fountained out of me in heavy spurts. Each stroke of his hand brought forth more.<\/p>\n

And then he kissed me again. A sob caught in my chest then, and I stifled it. He did still remind me of Kenet, enough to sharpen the longing I felt. Or maybe it was the other way around, that I longed for Kenet so much, that I could almost imagine that this was him in my desperation.<\/p>\n

They freed me of bonds and blindfold then, and I learned there were actually twenty Night Riders in all, twelve present at the camp at the time. Each of the twelve came and kissed me on the cheeks and welcomed me to the group, and they all seemed sincere, even Gresh, whose hand lingered a moment on my cheek. And then Kan took me back to the tent and made me drink a healing tincture of some kind which made me sleepy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen can we go to save Kenet?\u201d I asked, as my eyes were trying to close of their own accord.<\/p>\n

\u201cSleep now, strategy later,\u201d Kan said. \u201cI was going to put some clothes on you first, but I don\u2019t think you can lift your head.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I can,\u201d I said, but I failed to prove it, falling asleep a moment later.<\/p>\n

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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

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