{"id":2897,"date":"2017-08-16T11:59:43","date_gmt":"2017-08-16T15:59:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2897"},"modified":"2017-08-16T11:59:43","modified_gmt":"2017-08-16T15:59:43","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-50","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2897","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 50"},"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 Fifty: Jorin<\/b><\/p>\n

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

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

I awoke sore and stiff, my eyes still closed but my awareness of my skin, of my bruises, spreading through my body. Curiously enough, all Sergetten had done last night was beat me with a leather strap until I literally could not take another blow, and was on the verge of begging him for mercy even though I knew I would receive none. Just as I was ready to let the words spill forth, he stopped.<\/p>\n

I did not know if the bond spell allowed him to see my thoughts or if it was mere luck.<\/p>\n

He did not fuck me nor make me spill, and he had let me go back to sleep immediately.<\/p>\n

But now I was awake, and I took stock of my aches. No, it hadn\u2019t been as brutal as Seroi or the king\u2019s last beating of me. And yet it had reduced me somehow.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you\u2019re awake.\u201d<\/p>\n

I rolled over carefully\u2014hissing as welts were scraped by the rough blanket\u2014until I could see him. He was seated on a stool at the table, his legs crossed, a sechal twig in his fingers which he chewed fastidiously. I wondered how long he had been sitting there, watching me.<\/p>\n

I wondered if I should crawl from the bed to kneel at his feet.<\/p>\n

He continued to regard me, but he did not seem to be expecting me to do anything. He stared at me, but seemed deep in thought, nibbling at the bark on the twig and sighing from time to time.<\/p>\n

At last, he spoke. He uncrossed his legs and set the twig aside. \u201cDo you wish to know what I did with the milk I forced from you?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pushed myself upright enough to get on my knees on the bed before answering, \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stood, one eyebrow lifted in surprise. \u201cI beat back the blight,\u201d he said crisply. \u201cAll of it. In one sweep.\u201d<\/p>\n

I bowed my head. \u201cThat is good, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t just mean in one orchard. I mean in this entire region.\u201d He stepped to the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know what to say to that, so I said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to understand why I am making the decision I am,\u201d he went on, and reached toward me with his open hand.<\/p>\n

I flinched away from him and he closed his eyes as if I were testing his patience. I forced myself to hold still and was rewarded by a gentle touch to my hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour milk is very potent,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I could not keep silent. \u201cAnd does that justify milking me in the most painful way possible?\u201d<\/p>\n

To my surprise, I did not earn a slap for that, nor even his ire. In fact, he agreed with me. \u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cIt does not. That is why I have decided to return the control of your release to you, at least, in some measure.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked up at him, caught off guard and uncomprehending. \u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe evil Night mages of old drew great power from the helplessness of others,\u201d he said. \u201cYou have given yourself freely to me, and yet…\u201d He shook his head. \u201cI do not know that I can explain the nuance. Your milk was all the more potent for having been torn from you with pain, and yet, regardless of what good I might do with such power, it is not…\u201d He shook his head. It wasn\u2019t often one saw Sergetten search for words and I wondered if that was because he thought me too stupid to understand the larger ones. \u201cSuffice to say that I will only utilize the spell to force your milk from you should in either the direst of circumstances or if you earn the severest of punishments.\u201d<\/p>\n

My head spun. \u201cBut… but I thought you said one of the lessons I must learn is that you can hurt me merely because you wish to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe you know that perfectly well, now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, yes,\u201d I agreed. But that hadn\u2019t been my point.<\/p>\n

But now I was not sure what my point had been.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I mean when I say you now control your release in some measure is that I will no longer hold you in check with the bond magic, nor will I force you to spill when not aroused.\u201d His fingers brushed a bit of overlong hair from my eyes. \u201cThis is not completely a blessing for you, as I will still expect you to be obedient to me. In other words, you will still need my permission to spill, but you will not be magically prevented from doing so. Your own willpower will be the only thing that holds you back until I grant permission.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, but could not help but ask, \u201cAnd what will the punishment be for spilling without permission?\u201d<\/p>\n

His fingers slid into my hair and he took a firm but not painful grip. \u201cThat will depend on the circumstance and on how disappointed I am. But your worst punishment will no doubt be knowing that whatever magical use I might have put your milk to is utterly wasted if you spill too soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d He was perhaps right. After all, a spanking or beating was something I knew how to shrug off. Guilt over ruined crops and the hunger of people? That I would not be so quick to ignore. \u201cI shall do my best then.\u201d<\/p>\n

He let out a huff of breath, Sergetten\u2019s idea of a laugh. Keeping one hand tight in my hair, he reached for my cock with the other, or so I thought. Instead he merely drew a line down my stomach with one finger. \u201cCan you make your cock rise without my assistance?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean…\u201d My hand twitched but I dared not reach for it. I knew too well the kind of traps Sergetten always laid in his lessons. \u201cUntouched?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded and let go my hair, stepping back. \u201cStay on your knees. Hands behind your back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I posed as he asked and then looked down at my prick. It was half-hard already, which made me wonder truly who was its master, me or Sergetten. Make it rise? I drew a deep breath, trying to think of something arousing.<\/p>\n

But thoughts of Kenet quickly slipped from erotic ones to worry over where he might be and what peril he might be in.<\/p>\n

I looked up at the sound of something heavy hitting the table. Sergetten had brought out an hourglass and set it running. \u201cIf your rod is not stiff by the time the sands wear down, you know that I shall punish you for disobeying me.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

\u201cPerhaps I should make you choose what your punishment should be,\u201d he said, taking his seat on the stool again. \u201cWhat would you deem fair?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought you said… well, that it would depend on how disappointed you are.\u201d I tried to imagine a hand stroking me, but that made me think of Seroi\u2019s invisible touch, and if anything my milksacks shriveled a bit. \u201cWell… Given that you claim to expect almost nothing of me, as I am stupid and worthless, you cannot truly be very disappointed, can you? So the punishment should be mild.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again that huff of a laugh. Apparently his fuse was slow to light today. \u201cYou are avoiding making an answer,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd that, too, is a punishable offense.\u201d He leaned a piece of slate against the wall on the table and made a tally mark upon it. \u201cSo now I shall owe you, in any case. Perhaps it will help your answer if I outline for you some choices.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are many methods of punishment. Deprivation is one. It comes in many forms, such as the withholding of food or water, or even attention or affection. Similar but not quite the same is endurance, for example if I were to force you to sleep bound in an uncomfortable position, or to maintain a certain posture.\u201d He took up the sechal twig and stripped off a bit of bark, chewing it slowly as he talked. \u201cNeither of those would require any effort on my part, unlike corporal punishment, with which you are already intimately familiar\u2014striking, flogging, whipping, and so on. Another form that requires me to give some effort is, of course, sexual punishment, which could include anything from requiring you to perform sexual acts you would find distasteful, to fucking you with painful objects. Let us assume for now that those are the four main styles of punishment you should choose between, given that you are a novice at this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wondered what the other styles that weren\u2019t for novices were, then vowed I would never find out, because I would figure out how to please him before then… or would be bonded to Kenet by then. \u201cWell, Sir, I would think deprivation wouldn\u2019t be the best, since maintaining my health is necessary for our\u2014your\u2014goals,\u201d I began.<\/p>\n

He gave an approving nod. \u201cGo on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd…\u201d I hesitated for a moment, but his eyes darkened and I hastened on. \u201cAnd if I had to guess, Sir, I would say that you derive more satisfaction yourself from the latter two, even though they require some effort on your part.\u201d<\/p>\n

His grin was crooked. \u201cJust so. Which leaves us with the familiar and the unfamiliar. You have had a rather strong first taste of sexual pain in the past few days. Would you choose it over being beaten?\u201d he leaned forward slightly, hanging on my answer.<\/p>\n

I found my eyes on my cock, which appeared to have gone to sleep. \u201cIn my estimation, the sexual element adds a level of severity.\u201d<\/p>\n

He cocked his head. \u201cAre you sure? For some slaves, the arousal and possibility of release makes it milder than the plain beating-for-beating\u2019s-sake.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could only shake my head. \u201cPerhaps it\u2019s merely my upbringing as a whipping boy,\u201d I said. \u201cBeat me across the thighs with a switch, very well. But shove something into me first, and then switch me? Worse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoted.\u201d He stood. \u201cYou still have not chosen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe punishment should match the crime,\u201d I said. \u201cSwitch me, then, for failing to answer quickly enough. And should my cock not respond? Then…? Then something more… intimate.\u201d<\/p>\n

He pointed to the hourglass. I had not even noticed that the grains had long since run down. I bowed my head, waiting.<\/p>\n

Sergetten tossed a pair of boots onto the bed next to me. \u201cPut those on, and go cut your switches, then. For I have none handy, here. If you happen across any villagers in the woods, worry not. They are accustomed to bare-arsed boys haunting these grounds. They know not to lay a hand on you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I returned a short while later, my legs scratched from the underbrush, with a handful of green switches. He was waiting in the same small room where I had been sleeping, though it looked to me as if he had done something with the jars and there was a slight smell of something burnt.<\/p>\n

Sergetten directed me to bend over and grip the edge of the bed, leaving my back in a long, flat plane and my arse pointed toward him. The beating was not what I would have called severe, though the cutting blows left me with a few bloody welts.<\/p>\n

But then came the \u201cmore intimate\u201d portion. \u201cTurn around,\u201d he said. \u201cSit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looped a thin cord around the head of my cock, pulling it up to a stretched length, flaccid as it was, and then putting the other end of the cord in my teeth.<\/p>\n

He stepped back and flexed the switch in his hand. \u201cClose your eyes,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd do not move.\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard the switch cut the air half a moment before it struck me on the right milksack, and I let out a strangled cry through my clenched teeth. Another blow, the same as the first, but on the other side. Then four or five in quick succession, leaving me gasping around the cord. Fresh sweat broke out all over me.<\/p>\n

But my ballocks were not the only thing to receive his attention. No. He proceeded to stripe my cock itself, all the way from the root to the head, with the thinnest of the switches, until I could not hold the cord any longer because I could not help but scream freely. But even that did not stop it, because, traitorous thing, it had stiffened and grown while being striped and now it stood up proudly to take its punishment.<\/p>\n

When he stopped, I fell back limp on the bed, thinking it was over.<\/p>\n

I was wrong. His hand closed around my sore but still straining prick. The bed creaked as he sat on the edge and milked me by tugging my loose foreskin up and down in his fist.<\/p>\n

I thrashed in his grip, painful and pleasurable at the same time, my wits entirely scattered, and animal noises coming from my throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have not given you permission to spill,\u201d he warned, but he slowed his hand not at all.<\/p>\n

I was near to exploding. \u201cSir…\u201d I begged. \u201cSir, I cannot hold it back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you must,\u201d he said. \u201cI command that you do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut… but…\u201d But there was no holding back. I screamed not in pain, but in helpless ecstasy, as milk shot in spurts up my stomach, one drop even hitting me in the cheek. I must have come with such force that I blacked out for a moment, for when I opened my eyes, he was already standing by the table, shaking his head at me. He then tossed a small jar and a flat wooden spoon to me. \u201cScrape up what you can, into that jar. I shall return for it later, and to collect on your next.\u201d<\/p>\n

Next? Oh. He put another tally mark on the slate. For my coming without his permission.<\/p>\n

I resisted the urge to fling the jar against the door after it closed behind him. Could I have actually held back without magical help? Or had this been just a different way to force me?<\/p>\n

I had no answers, and a head full of questions. Like, where did humiliation fit in the scheme of punishment types?<\/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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