{"id":2815,"date":"2017-05-24T11:59:22","date_gmt":"2017-05-24T15:59:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2815"},"modified":"2017-05-24T11:59:22","modified_gmt":"2017-05-24T15:59:22","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-38","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2815","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 38"},"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-Eight: Jorin<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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I could not move, I was so spent. But someone was lifting me off of Willim, and someone else was washing my chest with a wet cloth… and it felt like they all still wanted to touch me. We were still in the dell where fight practice had happened, and where we had just spilled our milk simultaneously. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I said, when I finally could speak, though I kept my eyes closed. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to interrupt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShush, you,\u201d Kan said. \u201cI didn\u2019t think. It was stupid of us to have aroused you so.\u201d<\/p>\n

Willim was still wrapped partway around me, or so it felt like. \u201cWill someone please explain to me what just happened? Not that it wasn\u2019t quite enjoyable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gresh grumbled, but I could feel his hand stroking my thigh as if he were patting down a horse after a race. \u201cWeltskin here got bound to us. Seems though he got a bit too strongly bound, eh Kan?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Kan admitted. \u201cIs your reaction getting stronger each time, Jorin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think so. This might have been a special case, though, given that it was all of you aroused at once.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHm, possible, but I worry that by trying to give you six masters, rather than diluting the spell, we\u2019ve increased its power sixfold.\u201d Kan kissed me. Many hands were cleaning me up, then, and I just stayed limp and let them do what they would. \u201cNormally, that isn\u2019t what would happen, but as I am learning, you are a singular individual, Jorin Weltskin.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pietri piped up next. \u201cHow do we fix it, then? Will it fade after a while?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd will it be an orgy every day until then?\u201d Derget asked. \u201cNot that I would mind that, but, it\u2019s somewhat inconvenient in the midst of us trying to spirit the prince away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll too true,\u201d Kan said with a sigh. \u201cAll right, up up. Let\u2019s get set for the night and I will ponder the solution.\u201d He assigned watches as he helped me to my feet.<\/p>\n

When we were bedded down in the tent, he spoke to me quietly. \u201cI think we will need the expertise of someone who knows more Night Magic than I do to unravel the mystery of you,\u201d he said. \u201cBut reaching him is not always easy. In fact, Night Magic itself is the only way I know to draw him to us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould that not draw the attention of Seroi, though, too?\u201d I asked. \u201cGiven that we are so near to him?\u201d<\/p>\n

He clucked his tongue. \u201cDistances will not matter if we perform the spell correctly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did say it would be Night Magic, didn\u2019t I?\u201d There was a hint of mischief in his voice.<\/p>\n

I chuckled. \u201cAre you sure this isn\u2019t just another excuse for an orgy?\u201d I pretended to complain. \u201cMy arse is sore from being fucked so much.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMm, is it now? I\u2019ll have to take your mouth in the morning then,\u201d he said, kissing me suddenly in the dark. \u201cAnd the spell will have to wait until tomorrow night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, this is a spell we could do tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, actually, I wouldn\u2019t recommend it, given how spent you are. And yes, it\u2019s best performed at night. Did you think the name Night Magic was entirely metaphorical?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never thought about it before,\u201d I said. \u201cSo, what is Night Magic, exactly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI could tell you,\u201d he said, spooning me close, \u201cbut then I would need to swear you to secrecy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTcha. You already have me bound in spirit and body,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m only joking, Weltskin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s hard to tell sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

We lay still and quiet for a while, but I did not feel sleepy. I listened to the rustle of the forest outside, the warm wind through the trees. Midsummer could not be more than a few days away, could it? I had lost track.<\/p>\n

\u201cNight Magic,\u201d Kan said softly, as if we had continued talking, \u201cis the forbidden magic because it draws on the lust of male for male. One hardly bothers to call Day Magic by that name, because it is seen as right and natural. The desire between men and women creates life, the most magical act of all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut… but surely my desire for Kenet is the most natural thing in the world?\u201d I asked, wonderingly. \u201cWe were only boys when we discovered…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush,\u201d he said. \u201cI am not condemning you or the prince. Far from it. I, too, believe, that the lust of a man for a man is nothing evil. But that is still the key that unlocks the door to the kind of magic that could turn your Kenet into a whoreslave whose pain can only be assuaged by Seroi\u2019s hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Frangi long ago embraced the power found in the Night Arts and made their nation strong with it. That made all other nations nervous, but it was fine so long as that power was not abused. Do you know what started the current war between Trest and Frangit?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I admitted. \u201cAnd wait just a moment. I thought the Night Riders came from Frangit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we sound like Frangi to you, Weltskin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, no. Although you are somewhat blond…\u201d I teased.<\/p>\n

He laughed. \u201cTrue. But it would probably shock you to find that there are dark-haired Frangi, too. The most prized boys for slaves, though, are always blond and fair-skinned.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause they believe that the welts show most beautifully on fair skin.\u201d He kissed the back of my neck. \u201cObviously, the forbears who set that standard had never seen one as beautiful as you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI…\u201d The thought that he found me beautiful stole my voice for a moment as I knew not how to respond to such a compliment.<\/p>\n

\u201cMake no mistake, Jorin,\u201d he said. \u201cYou are very pleasing to the eye. Growing up in Kenet\u2019s shadow, you might not have taken your measure.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe guards used to remark I was too pretty when we had fight practice,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I thought they merely meant I needed my nose broken a few times.\u201d<\/p>\n

He chuckled and his breath was warm against my spine.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were going to tell me how the war started,\u201d I reminded him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWas I? No, I merely asked if you knew, but if you insist…\u201d<\/p>\n

I elbowed him playfully, and soon we had a small wrestling match of our own going on in the low shelter. He pinned me beneath him, though, easily enough, having started out in such a position of advantage. \u201cThe Night Mages, it is said, began kidnapping boys from Trest and making them into whoreslaves,\u201d he whispered into my ear. \u201cThere is great power to be had in evil acts, but it is short-lived and difficult to maintain without continuous fodder. A single Mage, bound to a single willing lover, can increase his power threefold.\u201d<\/p>\n

He began to rut against me slowly, with just a subtle roll of his hips.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut if that same Mage were to bind a dozen unwilling boys to him, perhaps fucking them to ruin and replacing them with fresh bodies when needed? Well.\u201d He went on. \u201cThree-hundred-fold is not out of the question, though, as I said, it would be difficult to maintain.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could feel him hardening gradually, both from the bulge pressing into my leg and through the bond. I understood suddenly, he was making the arousal slow for my sake, trying prevent the sudden ache of need that would spear me through. \u201cAnd Seroi…?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe he is trying to shape a willing pet of the princeling, whose blood holds such power that to have him in thrall… indeed, it is unfathomable just how powerful that would make him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAye. I must believe he has not succeeded at it yet. I must believe we are fated to stop him.\u201d He still held me pinned where I was. \u201cSome lucky cloud must be hanging over your head, Jorin Weltskin, for you to have survived all that you have and to be here, a day\u2019s ride from rescuing him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could not speak as his cock nosed close to my entrance.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnough lessons for one night,\u201d he whispered. I spasmed in his arms as the sudden flare of desire gripped me, and he ploughed into me with one unerring thrust. We fucked just like that, him never letting go, his panting breaths hot against my neck, until we both came. Then we were truly spent and I was asleep before his cock could even slip from me. Perhaps it never did. I woke some hours later with him pumping inside me again, only this time he was murmuring words I could not make out. The spell for summoning help? The chant was low and rhythmic, matched to his thrusts, and I dared not move or make a sound lest I disturb the workings of the magic. That is, until I found myself on the verge of spilling. I opened my mouth to say so but before I could utter a peep, his hand covered my mouth and nose. I struggled for air out of reflex, only to find myself thrusting back into his penetration even harder, as if my body would accept lust in place of breath…<\/p>\n

I blacked out when I spilled, but oh, how good it felt! Or perhaps it was the first breath I drew afterward that felt so very wonderful. I could not tell. I was dizzy and about to fall unconscious again when I heard an unfamiliar boot step in the bracken outside the tent. I crouched defensively almost without realizing it.<\/p>\n

\u201cCalm, Weltskin, calm,\u201d Kan said, his hand on my shoulder. \u201cIf the spell has worked, then that is the sound of a friend.\u201d He tossed open the flap and laughed. \u201cIndeed!\u201d<\/p>\n

A man with dark hair, overgrown to his shoulders, stepped forward. In the moonlight I could only make out his profile but it was his voice, as deep and bitter as ever, that I recognized without fail. \u201cThis is outrageous! Explain yourself, Kan. I see no threat to you here inside your warding circle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSergetten!\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed,\u201d Kan repeated as he stood. He made no effort to hide his nakedness, either. \u201cIndeed. I see no introductions are necessary as you two are well acquainted.\u201d<\/p>\n

Our old tutor and the king\u2019s top advisor rushed forward, a white ball of light flaring in his hand. I could see his face clearly now, the hawk-like expression I knew so well. \u201cJorin!\u201d<\/p>\n

I found myself backing away, heedless of my own nakedness. Kan turned to look at me. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Jorin?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSeroi taught him,\u201d I said. \u201cEverything he knows of Night Magic, he knows from that beast.\u201d<\/p>\n

The two of them exchanged a wordless look. Then Kan said to me, \u201cAnd I learned from Sergetten.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt ill. \u201cYou can\u2019t… you can\u2019t seriously think Seroi would let his apprentice run around without binding him in some way? You cannot trust him!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sergetten chuckled. \u201cI see someone thinks he knows everything about Night Magic. What nonsense have you been filling his head with, Kan? I can sense you\u2019ve been stuffing his arse but good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, but therein lies the problem,\u201d Kan said. \u201cWe bound him as a Night Rider, but he hasn\u2019t taken to it like the others…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf the glistening trail down his thighs is any indication, he seems to have taken to it just fine,\u201d Sergetten sneered.<\/p>\n

Kan shook his head. \u201cJorin, put a shirt on and go wake the others. It\u2019s nearly dawn. I\u2019ll… explain things here.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

Kan sighed. \u201cJorin, please. Begging you as my lover to trust me, please go and wake the others, before I am forced to test if the bond will compel you to obey me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I grabbed my shirt and a pair of trousers and put them on, as well as my boots, never taking my eyes off Sergetten except for a moment here and there when I had to. For his part, he stared back at me with a cool expression. As I finally turned to go, he and Kan began to whisper sharply at each other.<\/p>\n

The sun was rising, but my heart was sinking.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

Impatient to find out the fate of Kenet and Jorin? Book one (chapters 1-56) is now on sale for only 99 cents in ebook from all your favorite retailers or direct from Circlet Press<\/a>!<\/i><\/p>\n

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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