Chapter 2: First Encounter
The first time I saw him, he was trembling.
Not the trembling of cold or fear—though that was there, too—but the trembling of a young animal caught in the headlights of a predator’s gaze. His fingers twisted into the hem of his thin silk robe, knuckles white, the fabric clutched so tight it might as well have been a lifeline. I could *smell* him from across the chamber—sweet, cloying, the kind of scent that made my cock twitch before my brain had even processed the sight of him.
Virgin. Untouched. *Mine.*
Dylan.
Nineteen years old. A prince. And soon to be my perfect little fucktoy.
My fingers curled into a fist as I leaned back in my throne, the carved obsidian digging into my spine. The Blackstone throne room was a cavern of shadows and firelight, the air thick with the scent of burning cedar and the faint metallic tang of old blood. The walls were lined with the weapons of my ancestors—swords, axes, and the occasional severed head preserved in resin, a reminder of what happened to those who defied me.
Dylan stood in the center of the room, his bare feet sinking into the plush fur rug beneath him. His robe was barely more than a scrap of fabric, clinging to his slender frame like a second skin.
The silk was so thin I could see the faint outline of his nipples, hard little peaks pressing against the material. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, each one making his chest rise and fall in a way that made my mouth water. His scent was intoxicating—like honey and warm vanilla, with a hint of something darker, something that made my cock throb with the need to claim him.
I let my gaze rake over him slowly, savoring every detail. His brown hair was tousled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it in nervous anticipation.
It fell over his forehead in soft waves, framing a face that was too pretty for a boy, too delicate for a prince. His lips were full, slightly parted, the bottom one caught between his teeth as if he were trying to hold back a whimper. His eyes—wide, doe-like, and the color of warm caramel—were locked onto mine, but they darted away every few seconds, like he couldn’t bear the intensity of my stare.
I smirked. Good. He should be afraid.
“Come here,” I said, my voice low, rough, the kind of command that didn’t allow for hesitation.
Dylan flinched like I’d struck him, but he took a step forward anyway, his bare feet whispering against the fur rug. His scent thickened the closer he got—sweet, heady, like a drug designed to make my cock ache. I could see the way his pulse fluttered in his throat, the way his fingers trembled at his sides.
He stopped just out of reach, his breath hitching. “Y-Your Majesty,” he stammered, his voice so soft it was almost a whimper.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my gaze drag down his body, slow and deliberate, like I was peeling back the layers of his robe with my eyes alone. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, his nipples peaked and begging for attention. I could see the faintest outline of his ribs beneath his skin—delicate, breakable, perfect.
I finally stood, the throne groaning under my weight as I pushed myself to my feet. The fur rug muffled my steps as I closed the distance between us. Dylan’s breath hitched, his body locking up like a deer sensing the hunter’s approach. His scent was overwhelming now—sweet, musky, *needy*.
“On your knees,” I commanded, my voice a dark purr.
Dylan’s eyes widened, his lips parting in a silent gasp.
His slender throat worked as he swallowed hard, fingers twitching at his sides like he didn’t know whether to obey or flee. The air between us was thick with the heat of his arousal—so sweet it made my mouth water—and the faintest hint of something darker, something primal, beneath it.
I loomed over him, close enough that I could see the way his pupils dilated, the way his breath hitched as I leaned in. The scent of him—warm vanilla and something musky, something *untouched*—flooded my senses, making my cock strain against the confines of my trousers.
“You *heard* me,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Dylan’s lower lip trembled, his wide, caramel eyes locked onto mine. He hesitated for a heartbeat, two—just long enough to make my blood burn hotter. Then, slowly, his knees buckled beneath him. The silk robe pooled around his waist as he lowered himself onto the plush fur, his breath coming in small, erratic puffs.
His gaze never left mine, even as his thighs trembled. His cock, small and soft, peeked out from beneath the silk, barely more than a delicate nub. I could see the way his balls tightened, the way his whole body tensed in anticipation. The scent of his fear and arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix that made my cock throb against the confines of my trousers.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his cheek. His skin was warm, soft—*fucking* perfect. Dylan flinched at the touch, but he didn’t pull away. His breath hitched as my hand slid down, tracing the line of his jaw, his throat, before finally settling at the base of his neck.
I could feel the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath my fingertips—fast, erratic, *desperate*.
“Such a good boy,” I murmured, my thumb pressing lightly against his throat, just enough to make his breath catch. His eyes widened, his lips parting in a silent gasp. “Taking your first command so well. But I know you can do better.”
His scent was thick now—sweet, musky, *begging*—and I could see the way his small cock was starting to stiffen, the tip peeking out from beneath the silk.
A tiny bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit, and I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my own trousers straining as my cock threatened to burst free. The fur rug was cool against my skin, but the heat radiating off Dylan was enough to make me sweat.
“Look at you,” I growled, my voice rough with hunger. “Already getting hard for me, aren’t you? My perfect little prince.”
He whimpered, his thighs trembling, his cock twitching as it thickened, rising toward his navel. It was small, delicate—*perfect*—and I knew I was going to wreck it.
Slowly. Thoroughly.
Dylan’s breath hitched as I leaned in, my nose brushing the inside of his thigh. His scent was intoxicating here—closer, richer, like warmed honey with a sharp, metallic edge beneath it. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him. I *needed* to.
“Open your legs,” I ordered, my voice a dark purr, the kind that promised both pleasure and pain.
His thighs trembled, but he obeyed, spreading them just enough to let me settle between them. His cock stood straight up now, flushed a deep pink at the tip, the vein along the underside throbbing visibly. His perfect untouched boy pussy quivered at me asking for a kiss on his little asshole that was so tight and hairless I just knew it would open up like a greedy mouth and swallow my tongue whole.
I licked my lips just to wet them.
The first touch of my breath made him arch into it, his fingers flying to tangle in my hair - then he froze, realizing what he’d done. His hands jerked away like he’d burned himself, but I caught them both in my grip and pinned them to his thighs.
“Don’t stop,” I growled, my beard rasping against the soft skin of his inner thigh. “You *want* my mouth here, don’t you?”
He whimpered, his toes curling into the fur rug.
“Y-Your Majesty, I—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled, my lips brushing the delicate skin of his inner thigh. “You don’t get to speak unless I tell you to. You don’t get to *think* unless I tell you to. You’re here to *feel*.”
I dragged my tongue up the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his body jerked in response. His skin was so soft, so *fucking* smooth, and the scent of him—sweet, musky, *virgin*—was driving me insane.
I could see the way his cock twitched, the way his balls drew up tight, the way his whole body trembled like a plucked string. My tongue traced a slow, wet path up the inside of his thigh, and when I reached the crease where his leg met his hip, I didn’t stop. I kept going, my breath hot against his skin, until my lips brushed the base of his cock.
Dylan gasped, his hips jerking upward, his fingers clawing at the fur rug beneath him. His cock was fully hard now, small and flushed, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. I began sucking his pathetic little cock and used my fingers too brush against his hole. It was so tight and hot, it felt like a virgin’s first kiss. My tongue swirled around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside, and I could feel his whole body shuddering with each flick of my tongue. His cock pulsed in my mouth, his hips twitching as he tried to thrust deeper, but I held him still with a firm hand on his hip.
"Fuck—ah—Your Majesty, I—" Dylan whimpered, his voice breaking as his fingers tangled in my hair again. I growled around his cock, the vibration making him gasp, and he quickly pulled his hands away, pressing them flat against the fur rug.
His thighs trembled violently, his cock twitching in my mouth as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head before I pulled back with a wet *pop*. A string of saliva connected my lips to his flushed tip, and I smirked, watching his face twist in desperate need.
"Look at you," I murmured, my voice rough with lust. "Already leaking for me like a good little slut."
Dylan whimpered, his cheeks flushed pink, his cock throbbing. I could see the way his hole clenched, the way his body was already begging for more. I reached down, my fingers brushing against his tight entrance, and he gasped, his hips jerking forward.
I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his muscles clenched at the slightest touch. My fingers were rough, calloused, perfect for teasing him open, and I wasn’t gentle as I pressed the tip of one inside.
"Fuck—!" Dylan’s back arched off the rug, his cock twitching as a bead of pre-cum dripped onto his stomach. His hole was so tight it strangled my finger, pulsing around me like it was trying to suck me in deeper. I groaned, my own cock aching painfully against my trousers. I could already imagine how good he’d feel wrapped around me, how tight and hot and *perfect* he’d be.
Dylan squeaked and began crying , his cock jerking in time with each shallow thrust of my finger into his untouched ass. I leaned down and swiped my tongue up the dripping head of his cock, making him scream and his hips buck up helplessly, trying to force me to take more of him. The taste of him was like nothing else—salty, sweet, his innocence coating my tongue in a way that made my cock so hard it ached.
He was *mine* now.
I pulled back with a wet pop, saliva clinging to his flushed tip as I smirked up at him. "You like that, *prince*?
Like having my finger shoved in your tight little virgin hole?" I growled, watching his face twist in pleasure and pain. My voice was rough, thick with lust as I curled my finger inside him, pressing against the soft, spongy spot that made his entire body jerk. "Fuck, you're so tight. Like a goddamn vice around my finger. Bet you've never had anything inside you before, have you?"
Dylan's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he clutched at the fur rug beneath him. His cock was flushed dark red, the tip glistening with pre-cum, a steady stream of it dripping down his shaft.
His balls were drawn up tight against his body, trembling with every shallow thrust of my finger inside him. I could feel the way his hole clenched around me, the way his body was already trying to milk me deeper, even though I hadn’t even started to really fuck him with it.
"N-no," he whimpered, his voice breaking as his hips jerked upward, his cock twitching violently. "I—I’ve never—"
"Never what?" I growled, my voice rough with lust as I curled my finger inside him again, pressing against that sweet spot that made his entire body jerk. "Never had a finger in your ass? Never been touched like this?
Never been *used* like this?" I pushed two fingers inside him now, stretching him open with slow, deliberate strokes. His tight heat swallowed me whole, clenching around the intrusion like nothing I'd ever felt before.
"F-fuck—!" Dylan's back arched violently off the rug, his cock twitching as pearly beads of pre-cum dripped onto his stomach. His hole was impossibly tight—so hot and gripping that my cock ached to replace my fingers. I curled them upward inside him, dragging a guttural moan from deep in his throat.
"Look at you," I growled, my voice rough with lust as I leaned in.
“Such a needy little prince. Getting off on your first fingerfucking like a desperate slut.” I dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock, relishing the salty taste of his pre-cum. He whimpered and his hips jerked upward, trying to force me to take more of him. His balls had drawn up tight against his body, trembling with every shallow thrust of my fingers inside him.
The scent of his arousal was thick in the air, sweet and musky, like warmed honey laced with something darker, something *dirty*. His cock was flushed a deep, desperate red, the tip glistening with a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped onto his trembling stomach.
"Fuck—ah—Your Majesty, I can't—!" Dylan whimpered, his voice breaking as his fingers clawed at the fur rug beneath him. His thighs trembled violently, his body arching off the rug as I curled my fingers inside him, pressing against that sweet, spongy spot that made his entire body jerk.
I leaned in, my breath hot against his flushed tip.
"You *will*," I growled, my voice rough with hunger. "You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll *fucking love it*."
My fingers curled inside him, stretching him wider as I pushed in a third finger. Dylan screamed, his back arching violently off the rug, his cock twitching as a thick bead of pre-cum dripped down his shaft. His hole was so tight it strangled my fingers, pulsing around the intrusion like it was trying to suck them deeper. I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully against my trousers.
"Fuck, you’re *perfect*," I snarled, my voice thick with lust.
Dylan’s body was a fucking work of art—his spine arched off the rug, his muscles trembling as I stretched him open with three thick fingers, knuckles popping as they sank deeper inside his untouched hole. He was so goddamn tight it was like his body was fighting me, clamping down around me like he’d never take another inch.
And that’s exactly why I was going to ruin him for anyone else.
His hole fluttered around my fingers, his cock jerking violently as pre-cum spilled down his shaft in thick, pearly ropes.
I could feel every clench of his untouched body—muscle twitching, heat radiating through him like a fever. He was so fucking tight it was like trying to fuck a fist. But I *loved* it.
I curled my fingers upward, searching for that little gland that would make his entire body jerk like a marionette on puppet strings. Dylan’s eyes rolled back in his head, his lips parting in a silent scream as I found it.
“Ah—fuck—oh—*please*—” His voice broke, his fingers clawing at the fur rug until his knuckles turned white. The sound that tore from his throat wasn’t human—it was raw, desperate, *perfect*.
His entire body jerked as I ground my knuckles against that swollen spot inside him, his cock twitching like it had a mind of its own. Thick beads of pre-cum dripped down his flushed shaft, pooling on his trembling stomach.
“That’s it,” I growled, my voice rough with lust. “Take it. Take *all* of it.” I twisted my fingers inside him, stretching him wider, feeling the way his body resisted before finally giving way. His hole clenched around me, hot and slick, like it was trying to pull my fingers deeper.
Dylan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he clutched at the fur rug beneath him and in one beautiful display he came so hard he saw stars from both his ass and cock before passing out from the climax. His cock pulsed one last time before his body went limp, his thighs trembling violently.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel him—*all* of him. I yanked my fingers from his stretched hole with a wet *pop*, watching as his deflated cock twitch one last time before releasing more cum on his stomach. His ass was dripping with my saliva, glistening in the firelight, the tight pink ring now gaping slightly from the abuse I’d just put it through. “So perfect. So *fucking* mine.”
I stood, my trousers straining against my aching cock.
The sight of Dylan’s limp, well-used body was intoxicating. His chest rose and fell in slow, shuddering breaths, his lips parted as he lay sprawled on the fur rug, his thighs still trembling from the force of his orgasm. His small cock lay flaccid against his stomach, glistening with a mix of my saliva and his own cum, the tip still leaking tiny beads of pearly fluid. His hole was a perfect, swollen pink, gaping slightly from the stretch of my fingers, glistening with my spit and his arousal. The scent of him—sweet, musky, *used*—filled the air, making my cock throb painfully.
I unbuckled my belt with a sharp tug, the leather hissing as it slid through the loops. My trousers followed, dropping to the floor with a heavy thud. My cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head flushed dark red, already dripping with pre-cum. The sight of Dylan’s limp, well-fucked body made my balls ache with the need to bury myself inside him.
I knelt between his spread thighs, my hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises. His skin was warm, soft—*fucking perfect*—and the way his body trembled beneath my touch made my cock twitch.
Dylan’s breath hitched, his lips parting in a silent gasp as I dragged my thumbs over the jutting bones of his hips, feeling the delicate framework beneath the smooth skin. The scent of him—vanilla and salt and something raw—filled my lungs, making my mouth water.
I leaned down, my breath hot against his inner thigh, and he whimpered, his thighs trembling as I spread them wider. His hole was still loose from my fingers, glistening and swollen, the tight ring fluttering slightly as if begging for more. I could see the faintest trail of my saliva dripping from it, mixing with the sheen of sweat on his skin.