{"id":2813,"date":"2017-05-17T11:59:25","date_gmt":"2017-05-17T15:59:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2813"},"modified":"2017-05-17T11:59:25","modified_gmt":"2017-05-17T15:59:25","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-37","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2813","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 37"},"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-Seven: Kenet<\/b><\/p>\n

37: Kenet<\/span><\/h1>\n

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

The next morning the general met with a bevy of his top commanders. I was bade to wait in the field marshal\u2019s tent with two other pages while they conferred. The pages served the two largest battalion commanders, and knew one another, it seemed. They were probably the same age as me, yet they were so much more knowledgeable than I was. I listened to them go on about all things military for some time without saying a word, but eventually their attention turned to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you\u2019re Roichal\u2019s new boy,\u201d one of them said. He had a shock of dark hair like Jorin\u2019s but he was far more rangy, his arms too long for the uniform jacket he wore.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said, not sure how else to answer.<\/p>\n

He and the other one exchanged looks, and then he pressed on. \u201cSo where were you the night they made that spy into a fuckslave? Did you get a turn?\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment I was too shocked by the question to realize what he was asking. \u201cI-I… Wh-what?\u201d I sputtered.<\/p>\n

They looked at each other and nodded, as if my lack of answer confirmed something for them. The shorter one sidled toward the tent entrance. \u201cHe\u2019s all yours, Jorl. I haven\u2019t the stomach for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorl removed his too-short jacket and made a beckoning motion toward me. \u201cCome on, now. We can do this nice or we can do this rough. I like it both ways. My commander promised me a turn the next time we captured a spy. It\u2019s a crime for Roichal to be keeping you to himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe hasn\u2019t touched me!\u201d I cried, taking a step back, but my protest was a bit weak. Perhaps because just last night he truly had touched me, just not in the manner I\u2014and everyone\u2014expected. \u201cYou… you don\u2019t know of what you speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t play stupid. Come on, Misk,\u201d he then said to his friend. \u201cAt least hold him down for me. No one has to get hurt that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took another step back, turning to the side in a defensive stance better suited to a sword than my bare hands, but I had to show them I would not allow them to take me without a fight.<\/p>\n

Misk lingered by the tent flap, looking unhappy. \u201cLeave it, Jorl. He\u2019s not going to play.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTcha. You really have no stomach for it. Fine, sit outside and listen to me make him squeal.\u201d Jorl took a step toward me and Misk went out.<\/p>\n

I glanced around for something I could use as a weapon. The lantern was hung out of my reach. The field marshal was wearing his sword. His extra boots were sitting next to his chest. His folding camp stool, though, would it make a good club? It was three sturdy pieces of wood, hinged together. I snatched it up and brandished it.<\/p>\n

Jorl laughed. \u201cThink you\u2019re a rough and tumble little thing, don\u2019t you? You can\u2019t have been a spy. Cook was right. You had to be an escaped whoreslave to begin with.\u201d<\/p>\n

It hit me then that it was true. That was exactly what I was. I had escaped, barefoot and nearly naked, from my master. \u201cAnd what if I was?\u201d I spat at him. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t make me your hole to fuck.\u201d<\/p>\n

He snorted and took another step toward me. \u201cDoesn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hissed like a cornered snake.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, now. Don\u2019t be that way. Wouldn\u2019t you rather be with a healthy young soldier like me than crushed under that fat old man?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not fat!\u201d The general, as I had seen, was quite muscled and fit, even his lame leg. \u201cAnd I told you, he hasn\u2019t fucked me. I\u2019m a page now. Go suck your friend\u2019s milk if you\u2019re so hungry for it.\u201d<\/p>\n

But then there was a sharp hiss from outside the tent, and a moment later Misk stuck his head back in. \u201cBest get your uniform on. They\u2019re coming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorl made a disgusted noise and then pulled his jacket on. A few moments later the voice of his commander calling him could be heard, and he piped up quickly and exited.<\/p>\n

Marksin stuck his head in a moment later. \u201cWhy are you holding that stool?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t realized it was still in my hand. \u201cOh, just… talking about fencing with the other pages.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFencing.\u201d He eyed me skeptically.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d I put the stool down and then walked, stiff with bruised dignity, back up the hill to the general\u2019s tent. Marksin followed.<\/p>\n

There were still the remnants of the meal the commanders had eaten during their long conference. I sat quietly while Marksin and Roichal talked about nothing consequential and two of the cook\u2019s boys came and cleared everything away. Once they were gone, though, Marksin made one check of the tent\u2019s perimeter and then drew the flap closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell the general what happened today,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I looked up with a start. \u201cNothing happened today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marksin sat on the chest while the general himself sat on the sleeping pallet. \u201cSir,\u201d Marksin said, \u201cI believe there was some kind of incident with the pages.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roichal made a small gesture toward his leg and I slipped to my knees at his feet to pull his boots free. \u201cIs that so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour page was holding a stool when I found them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I began rubbing his ankle, looking at it instead of at his face. \u201cIs that so, Page?\u201d he asked me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir,\u201d Marksin continued. \u201cI worry that it may not be safe to leave him alone with other men.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roichal grunted as I worked out a knot behind his heel. \u201cPage,\u201d he said softly. \u201cI believe it would be best if you told me what happened today.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked up in surprise. I had been girding for an order, as if he could make words spill out of me the way he did my milk. But no, there was just this gentle, reasonable request. \u201cUm, I don\u2019t wish to make trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou make trouble by your very presence,\u201d Marksin said under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne of the other pages asked if I was… if I was the one that Cook captured. He said he… he had been promised a turn. I told him it didn\u2019t matter where I came from, I wasn\u2019t his… his… to do with what he liked.\u201d I could not bring myself to use the words that Jorl had used. \u201cSo then he said I should like to have a go with a soldier like him and not you, Sir. I told him you hadn\u2019t done anything of the sort, but I don\u2019t think he believed me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roichal lifted my face to his with two fingers under my chin and placed a kiss on my forehead. \u201cThat is because you are terrible at lying,\u201d he said affectionately. \u201cAt least when it comes to some things.\u201d<\/p>\n

I went back to working my way up his leg. \u201cWell, Marksin,\u201d he said, \u201cyou may be right. It may not be safe for Page to be alone with other men. I have been wondering about it, and I have to wonder if there is more to it than his mere beauty.\u201d He stroked my hair as he said this and I blushed deeply under the praise of my looks.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir?\u201d Marksin asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s under some kind of spell that has him living healthy off nothing but your milk,\u201d Roichal pointed out. \u201cDon\u2019t you wonder if he\u2019s a bit like a hind in season? The hart, they say, can smell her for miles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that possible?\u201d Marksin looked alarmed.<\/p>\n

Roichal shrugged. \u201cWhat do you think, Page? Has nearly every man you\u2019ve met since your escape tried to put his prick in you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, not every<\/i> man…\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Marksin hung his head. \u201cI don\u2019t know how we\u2019re going to keep him safe, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Roichal\u2019s voice was suddenly grave. \u201cBut we must. I will keep him at my side at all times, and if I must speak in confidence to someone else, then you must keep him close by you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then for conferences like today? You cannot seriously be thinking he can sit beside you while strategy is planned? What if he truly is under a compulsion to spy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt cannot be helped,\u201d the general said. \u201cYou will have to absent yourself to keep him safe, and then return him to me.\u201d He grunted again as I made my way up his thigh. \u201cMarksin, you are the only man I can trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if he is truly giving off some magical scent that makes men wild, what makes you think I will be able to resist much longer?\u201d<\/p>\n

Roichal chuckled. \u201cI have no doubt that Page would not let you try without protesting and your aversion to taking a boy against his will is strong. Else you would have taken him when you had the chance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d Marksin looked slightly relieved by this thought. \u201cI would… it would destroy me to betray you, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d Roichal said softly, caressing my hair. \u201cAnd as usual I must ask something unfair of you. At least there are some benefits to you, though, to the protection you provide our young charge.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marksin colored deeply. \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPage,\u201d the general said to me in a gentle voice. \u201cWould you drink a little of the field marshal\u2019s milk now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes, Sir,\u201d I said. \u201cThough I would prefer to drink all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He chuckled. \u201cJust a figure of speech,\u201d he assured me. \u201cOf course you may drink all of it. Come up on my lap so I may stroke you while you do as I ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d I got to my feet and stripped down to bare, then straddled his legs so that we were both facing Marksin. Roichal\u2019s hand was warm as he cupped my balls.<\/p>\n

Marksin took off his boots and stepped out of his trousers, then came to stand facing us, one leg on either side of the general\u2019s feet. This put his prick very close to my mouth, but I reached up and stroked and teased him with my hands first, which drew approving noises from both of them. Roichal began to stroke me at the same time, and then I took Marksin into my mouth.<\/p>\n

For a while, one of the general\u2019s hands stroked up and down while the other toyed with my balls. But then he left my balls alone and I felt Marksin thrust a bit harder than before. My eyes flickered open to see the general had one hand on Marksin\u2019s hip, pulling him in and encouraging him to fuck my mouth rather than simply stand there and let me do as I would.<\/p>\n

I moaned. It felt, well, it felt as if the general were the one fucking my mouth, even if it wasn\u2019t with his own prick. Marksin\u2019s hands were on my shoulders, but then they moved to the general\u2019s, and I heard the general say something approving.<\/p>\n

The next thing I heard him say was the quiet but firm order to spill. To my surprise, Marksin cried out and spilled at the same moment, and the general\u2019s chest bumped against my back as all three of us twitched and jerked and spasmed.<\/p>\n

Yes, all three. Marksin blinked in surprise as Roichal seemed to swoon behind me. \u201cSir!\u201d he said in alarm, steadying him. I reached behind me to do the same.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all right,\u201d Roichal growled, voice low and hoarse. \u201cSky above…\u201d Now he leaned against me for support, his forehead against the back of my shoulder. \u201cThat… I had forgotten…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cForgotten?\u201d I asked, too stunned to stop myself.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe last time I actually experienced release… more than ten years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTen years!\u201d Marksin\u2019s voice was just as alarmed as before.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, ten years.\u201d He lifted his head and turned mine enough that he could kiss me, his mouth on my mouth. Then he seized Marksin by the collar and pulled him into a kiss, too. Marksin made a sound of surprise and for half a second tried to pull back, then made a needy groan and surrendered his mouth to being plundered by Roichal\u2019s tongue.<\/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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