{"id":2891,"date":"2017-07-26T11:59:51","date_gmt":"2017-07-26T15:59:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2891"},"modified":"2017-07-26T11:59:51","modified_gmt":"2017-07-26T15:59:51","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-47","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2891","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 47"},"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 Forty-Seven: Kenet<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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Marksin could tell the moment he stepped into the tent that something had changed. I felt my own pulse pound in my ears as he sank to his knees with perfect grace in front of us. I felt like an unruly beast myself in comparison, but perhaps that was true. I was a barely broken-in yearling, while he was a prized war mount.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you wish to see the rest of him?\u201d the general asked me, as if I had not already seen all of him before. That was the thing, I suppose. Each time was a new time.<\/p>\n

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

\u201cGo on and take his shirt,\u201d he urged in a low voice.<\/p>\n

I circled around behind Marksin, who stayed perfectly still on his knees, and reached behind him to lift the garment over his head, baring his stomach first, and then the rest of his upper body, revealing him to the man who sat on the edge of the sleeping pallet.<\/p>\n

The muscles of his bare shoulders and neck were beautiful to behold and I ran my lips along them, catching the scent worn by the camp whore he had just come from, pungent as incense.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me, Marks,\u201d Roichal said, as embraced him from behind, stroking his flat stomach and teasing the nubs of his nipples. \u201cDid you please her well?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did, Sir,\u201d he answered, and I could hear his answer vibrate through his chest as I had my cheek pressed against his back. \u201cTwo of them, in fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, indeed? Was there enough milk to go around?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes, Sir,\u201d he said. \u201cI ploughed them each in turn, and then they shared a drink from my fountain, tongues battling for every drop.\u201d<\/p>\n

This image, I admit, made my own loins twitch. I imagined myself and Jorin doing the licking, though. Or Marksin and Jorin licking me. Or me and Marksin licking the general…<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d best set his prick free, Page,\u201d Roichal said then. \u201cI believe the field marshal\u2019s description has roused us all.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hands worked at his uniform trousers, and he stood so that I could pull them down, helping him to step out of them before he knelt again. My own prick pressed against his back, while my hands reached around him to massage his sacks and ensure that his prick was as eager for us as it had been for the women.<\/p>\n

Marksin moaned. \u201cDid I do well, Sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, field marshal, I would say you accomplished my orders beyond any reproach.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marksin bowed his head. \u201cI have found I enjoy having two bed partners,\u201d he said quietly, and Roichal chuckled in answer. Indeed.<\/p>\n

\u201cPage, do you remember what we talked about?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cLet the field marshal come to me then, and I shall hold him for you.\u201d Roichal gestured to Marksin who hesitated a moment, then settled in the spot between Roichal\u2019s legs where I had sat before. Roichal urged him to press close, Marksin\u2019s back against his chest, and his legs spread wide, his cock stiff but so pendulous that it still hung downward.<\/p>\n

\u201cLace your fingers behind your neck,\u201d Roichal said, then peered at me over Marksin\u2019s shoulder. \u201cPick up the flywhisk.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took up the horsehair whisk, the braided leather handle warm in my hand. Marksin\u2019s eyes were wide for a moment, but then he shut them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can feel him trembling,\u201d the general told me. \u201cAnd you\u2019ve yet to even let him feel it.\u201d<\/p>\n

A ragged breath escaped Marksin at that.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuiet, now,\u201d Roichal murmured into his ear. \u201cThe next tent is not so very far away, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

I swung the whisk a few times, this way and that, then remembered that the general had let me feel its caress before its sting. I brushed it up and down Marksin\u2019s thighs, and the tremble increased enough that I could see it.<\/p>\n

I began to whisk very lightly at his inner thighs, but kept catching the tip of his cock with it. Roichal then lifted his cock, holding it against Marksin\u2019s belly, leaving his plums hanging as a ripe target.<\/p>\n

Roichal\u2019s other hand ended up over Marksin\u2019s mouth, holding him fast and silent, while the general egged me on with looks and sporadic words. And then quite suddenly the general moved from merely holding Marksin\u2019s cock to pumping it with his hand. \u201cPage,\u201d he said, and needed say no more for me to drop to my knees and open my mouth, awaiting what milk might come.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome for me, now, Marks,\u201d the general said, into his ear. \u201cSpill for Page, spill for me.\u201d And as commanded, the milk came forth, and I suckled the glistening head while the general pumped drop after drop. Marksin\u2019s hands had come loose and his arms hung at his sides, limp.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery good, Page.\u201d Roichal kissed Marksin on the neck in the same spot I had. \u201cNow give as good as you got. I can see your prick would like some attention.\u201d He tapped on Marksin\u2019s lips and Marks opened his mouth without opening his eyes.<\/p>\n

I fed him my cock slowly, and he made a muffled and hungry sound as he suckled.<\/p>\n

I could not miss seeing the general\u2019s eyes, the look on his face, given that his chin rested upon Marksin\u2019s shoulder. \u201cSir?\u201d I asked. \u201cWould you… like a taste?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, Page,\u201d he said. \u201cJust a lick or two.\u201d<\/p>\n

And so I withdrew my prick from Marksin\u2019s mouth, glistening with spittle, and pressed it between the general\u2019s lips. This time it was me who made the needy sound.<\/p>\n

The general had a hand on my hip then, encouraging me to pump in and out, in and out, then pulling me out and nudging me back to Marksin\u2019s mouth. They shared me that way, five or ten pumps into one mouth, then into the other, then back again, and it was not long at all before I was on the edge off spilling once again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m ready, Page,\u201d he said, holding tight to the man in his arms. \u201cPush and push now, and I\u2019ll tell you when to spill down his throat.\u201d<\/p>\n

I fucked Marksin\u2019s mouth then, with my hands in his hair, until Roichal gave the word, and then I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting as I came.<\/p>\n

And I felt it this time, like a spasm in the air itself, as Roichal came, too. Marksin must\u2019ve also, for his eyes flew open.<\/p>\n

\u201cThunderclouds roll,\u201d he swore, then, sounding exhausted, but happy.<\/p>\n

I encouraged the two of them to merely collapse on their sides, still pressed together like spoons, while I lay down alongside. I could not have told you which of the three of us was asleep first.<\/p>\n

I awoke in the middle of the night\u2014no, it was just pre-dawn, the hour that the camp first began to stir. And I could hear a whispered argument going on just outside the tent.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s the thing about tents, isn\u2019t it? Nothing so solid as a door, and I could hear the whispers perfectly well, though no one down the hill could.<\/p>\n

It was the one word, said with such urgency it bordered on fear, that woke me. \u201cSir!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou needn\u2019t worry, Marks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Sir! This is no trivial matter!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPage has been entrusted to our care.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy circumstance, not by royal decree! And even so! The penalty…! Striking the royal flesh is punishable by castration!\u201d<\/p>\n

At that Roichal chuckled, low and deep in his chest. \u201cI would hardly call brushing his skin with a flywhisk \u2018striking\u2019 him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe crown may not see it that way!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush, Marks. Will you be the one to tell them?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not! But the pr\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush, hush. Do you agree he is safer with us than anywhere else in Trest?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen do not worry. He would no more betray me than you would.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou seem so sure of that. Yet he is bound by night spells of some kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat he is. Please, Marks, leave the worrying to me. It is none of your responsibility. Now please assure me that these concerns of yours are truly over the identity of our charge, and not that I have overstepped my bounds with you at last?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was silence for a moment, and I feared that perhaps we had been wrong and pushed Marksin too far, but the next thing I heard was the tent flap being pushed aside, and although I continued to feign sleep, I peered through slitted lashes just enough to see Marksin had knelt at Roichal\u2019s feet, his head bowed and accepting the stroking of the general\u2019s hand down the sleek blackness of his hair.<\/p>\n

So, they knew I was the prince. I wondered how they knew, and for how long. But they did not know that I knew, and I was, as they said, safest playing the role of Roichal\u2019s page. Perhaps so long as I did not do anything but play my part, I would be able to stay as I was until I could find Jorin. There were still men arriving from the west; surely one of these battalions would be his.<\/p>\n

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Can’t get enough of Kenet and Jorin? Visit The Prince’s Boy fan art gallery<\/a> on Cecilia’s website! <\/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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