Chapter 1
Chapter One
CYPRIEN
Inever understood the appeal of a woman.
They were too soft, too pale, and lacked the hard, cut form that I craved.
No, only men possessed the one thing that made my heart skip a beat: broad chests and narrow hips, muscular thighs…
and the thing that made me lie awake at night deep in fantasy–but also the one thing that I had to keep secret.
Regardless of that fact, there was always some man or another on my mind. Sometimes, I even got lucky.
That morning, I had been eyeing a certain stable boy at the market and it was that very boy I was passionately entwined with when my stepbrothers happened upon us.
I had thought that the barn’s hay loft would provide the privacy we needed, but alas, I was very wrong.
Maybe it had been my impassioned cries that alerted them to my location.
It didn’t matter how they found me, I was in trouble.
“What have we here?” Sebastian laughed as his brother Stefen pulled the stable boy off me. “Are you a little sissy boy?”
Stefan tossed the half-clothed stable boy out the loft window into a pile of hay then turned back to me.
“So, you like a bit of cock, do you?” He reached into his pants and exposed his own.
“Why don’t you crawl over here and suck mine?
Unless you want us to tell Father that you’ve been fucking men in his barn. ”
I cringed. Their father was a stern man who hated anything that he deemed a weakness, and he would certainly see my… proclivities as such. Octavius would feel inclined to try and “beat it out of me”, or worse, abandon me to the streets.
I eyed Stefan’s dick with thinly veiled disgust. “If I do, you won’t tell him?”.
This time Sebastian spoke up, also exposing himself. “You let us fuck you, and father never has to know you’re a little pansy.”
The irony didn’t escape me. I mulled over the idea for a moment, then–reluctantly–crawled across the wooden slats half-naked.
Bracing myself for what I was about to do, I lapped at Stefan’s cockhead, my attention locked onto his face as I slid his shaft into my mouth.
Stefan’s eyes rolled toward the sky and a small moan escaped his lips.
The ridiculousness of it had me smiling around his cock and I sucked, stealing another inch.
Cold air hit my ass cheeks, followed by Sebastian’s smooth hands.
I had never been fucked this way before, but I was certain that was Sebastian’s aim.
I shivered half in anticipation, breathlessly taking Stefan’s dick even deeper.
“Arch your back for me, Soothead.” Sebastian murmured and I heard him spit.
Despite my hate for the nickname, I hesitantly complied and was rewarded with the blunt, wet tip of Sebastian’s dick against my entrance.
He pressed through, and I muffled a groan around Stefan’s cock, resisting the urge to grit my teeth.
The man in front of me moaned at the vibration.
Pain shot through my core as my hole strained around Sebastian’s girth.
The lack of lube, no prep, and no experience brought tears to my eyes.
Before I could react, Sebastian dragged my hips back and pushed himself the rest of the way in, until my ass was pressed firmly against his pelvis.
I cried out, bucking away from the intense burn and letting Stefan’s cock hit the back of my throat as a result.
This tore deep moans from both brothers while I fought to breathe and adjust to the pain of having a cock nearly dry-rammed into my ass.
With little warning, they synced up their thrusts, using my body like nothing more than a toy.
The thought disgusted me… but my traitorous cock hardened anyway.
Pain rippled through my limbs, searing all the way to my fingers and toes.
Their firm grip on my body held me in place and there was no escape.
Stefan was the first to finish, shooting his hot release directly down my throat.
I choked, come spilling out the sides of my mouth.
Next, Sebastian cursed and slid out of me.
Warm liquid splashed against my back soon after.I fell to the floor completely limp.
“Clean yourself up,” Stefan snapped, unable to hide his post-orgasm fatigue. “Dinner is in less than an hour and you still have a lot to prepare.”
Sebastian chuckled and followed his brother, settling himself back in his pants. They both climbed out of the loft without another word, leaving me laying in a messy puddle of our own filth.
ALARIC
The smell of dinner drifted into my dressing room.
I lazed in a golden gilt bathtub full of bubbles, the water continually kept at the perfect temperature by the servants swarming around me.
One servant was positioned at my head, washing my long black curls.
Another stood near the middle of the tub, hand submerged beneath the bubbles stroking my…
royal member as I bathed. There was to be a meeting with my parents before dinner, and I wanted to be relaxed.
“Your Highness, would you like to finish; while lounging in the bathwater or standing over it?” the servant asked, their eyes never meeting mine.
“Hm,” I pondered, “standing over it so I can watch you work.”
“Certainly, your Highness.” the servant murmured, removing their hand from the tub.
I rose to my feet, water and bubbles running down my lean form.
The rest of the servnts averted their gazes while the one assigned to masturbate me began stroking in earnest. Their perfectly smooth hands worked at my cock until I succumbed to their careful ministrations and came forcefully, knees buckling and my hands gripping the sides of the tub.
When I recovered I stood there, a satisfied smile on my lips as the servant cleaned my dick of any residual cum then stepped back.
“Thank you, Blair. You may go now.” I waved them off, climbing out of the tub and into the arms of another servant who wrapped a towel around me.
The rest of the staff in the room hurried about, cleaning up the mess from my bath.
I strode to the center of the room where a clotheshorse displayed my clothes for the night.
Three valets stood at attention nearby, waiting for me to indicate that I was ready to be dressed.
At my nod, they went to work, and I examined myself in the mirror when they were finished.
The white shirt with gold embroidery hung perfectly on my upper body and the white pants were pristine and pressed to perfection.
Not a thread was out of place, right down to my black boots, polished so well my own face reflected back at me.
There was nothing that my father could pick at or scold me about.
Not in terms of my appearance at least. My curls were neatly pinned at the nape of my neck, wrapped with a golden snake.
For a moment, I considered wearing my crown, but ultimately decided that that was too much for a family meeting and informal dinner.
I checked my watch and rushed out of my room, guards hot on my heels.
I was going to be late. Father would never let me hear the end of it.
I was nearly in a dead run by the time I reached my father’s office, panting from exertion and my feet skidding on the floor as I scrambled to a stop.
When my father’s guards opened the doors, my parents and twin sister were already dressed in their finest, sat at the table waiting.
I scolded myself for discarding my crown before moving into the room and easing myself into a plush chair directly across from my father.
His face flushed with irritation, and I lounged as though I had not a care in the world.
“It seems that you are operating under the assumption that appointment times do not apply to you,” my father growled. “Your tardiness is an unacceptable insult!”
“Now, William, remember your heart,” my mother cooed, laying her hand on the king’s shoulder.
“My heart is just fine! And I will address my concerns with our boy.” He punctuated his words with slams of his fist against the table.
“Addressing your concerns? Is that what you call it, Father?” It was rarely as gentle or as simple as that.
“For the River’s sake, Alaric. Don’t go riling Father up.” My sister interjected from the chair next to me. “You know it never ends well for you.”
I bit back my next snide remark and conceded to my twin, Princess Lydia. She was the only person who could stop a royal tirade in its tracks, be it from me or our father. “You are quite right, sister. As always.”
She scrunched her face up at the sarcasm in my words. Father, however, was none the wiser, and continued his agenda for the evening.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I called this meeting,” Father’s attention flickered between the two of us.
“My advisors and I have been discussing something.” He paused, probably for dramatic effect–he always had a flair for the extravagant.
“We’re having a masquerade ball for your birthday.
We will be inviting every suitable member of the kingdom between eighteen and twenty-five to this ball and you are each expected to express your intent to marry. ”
A cacophony of angry protests bounced off the walls, even from our mother. But Father simply raised his hand and barked, “Silence! I will have silence!”
When we obeyed, he continued, voice softer.
“You are nearly twenty. That is two years older than I was when your mother and I were wed. We are in need of a legitimate heir and that means you must be married. You have been given the opportunity to choose, which is more consideration than I had. I expect you to introduce us to your intended spouses no later than two days after the ball. This is non-negotiable and we will be forced to take action if you fail. You must be married with an heir announced before your twenty-first birthday or you will be disinherited and sent to the Outer Kingdoms.”
Lydia and I balked, jaws slack. Disinherited? Surely not. Lydia spoke first, breaking the uneasy silence, “Surely you don’t mean that. How do you expect to get an heir if we’re sent away?”
Our father laughed. “Silly girl. Do you think I would issue an ultimatum without having a contingency plan?”
“You’re already threatening us, Father. There’s no need to be ugly about it.” I hissed.
“Mind your tone when you speak to me,” he said flatly before returning his attention to my sister.
“If you both fail to do your duty, I will adopt my sister’s son, who is already married and has produced a legitimate child.
I do not need either of you to continue my legacy.
Keep that in mind between now and your birthday. You are dismissed.”
Lydia stood, tears streaming down her face, and darted out of the room.
I looked at our father, finally seeing him for the cruel man he was.
I had always known he wasn’t nice, but this was well beyond what I thought he was capable of.
The realization left me speechless and silently, I rose from my chair and left the room.