Chapter 1: Beginning (Normal Situation)
The dungeon was damp and cold, the air thick with the stench of fear and despair. Caspar stood tall and proud, his hands bound behind his back, as he and his allies awaited their fate. The heavy iron door creaked open, and in strode the King, his long beard and deep voice filling the room like a dark storm cloud.
"Ah, the brave knights of the enemy kingdom," he sneered, his eyes scanning the line of captives. "We don't keep prisoners alive for long, but we do keep fag-brides for my son."
The King's eyes landed on Caspar, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "You'll do nicely."
Caspar's stomach churned, but he kept his expression neutral. He'd faced worse than this man's words. He could see his allies out of the corner of his eye, their faces a mix of anger, fear, and disgust.
The King turned to one of his guards, "Fetch the Prince. See if he likes my pick. "
The guard nodded and hurried out of the room. The King remained, looking at the others. "I would stand tall if I was the rest of you. If you want to live, this is your last chance." The King's voice echoed through the dungeon, his eyes lingering on each of Caspar's allies. "Serve my son well, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your lives."
Caspar could feel the tension in the room, the silent plea from his allies for him to say something, anything, to change their fate. But he knew better than to beg for mercy from this man. Instead, he kept his gaze steady, meeting the King's cruel stare head-on.
The prince would enter, and look at all the prisoners.
"The blue haired one father? Yes, I've been looking for a bride like that." The King's son, the Prince, sauntered into the dungeon, his voice as smooth as velvet. He was tall and handsome, his short blond hair perfectly coiffed, and his piercing green eyes seemed to dance with amusement. He walked straight up to Caspar, circling him like a predator.
"Strong, yet not too muscular. Short hair, blue. I like it." The Prince reached out, running a finger through Caspar's hair. Caspar stiffened, but the Prince just chuckled. "Feisty too. I do love a challenge."
Caspar glared at the Prince, his eyes burning with hatred. "I am no one's bride."
"Ah, that is so hot. I can't wait for you to talk back while I ram my dick inside you... over and over..." The Prince's voice dripped with sickening sweetness, his eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement. "But I must warn you, my dear, I don't like to be told no."
Caspar's jaw clenched, but he refused to give the Prince the satisfaction of seeing him break. He kept his eyes locked onto the Prince's, his expression unreadable. "You can't force me to do anything I don't want to."
The Prince laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Caspar's spine. "Do you care about your friends?" The Prince's voice was like honey, but the words were as sharp as a blade. He gestured to the other knights, who stood silently, their faces pale and their eyes wide with fear. "I could make them watch. Make them listen. Make them beg for you to stop."
Caspar's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to let his fear show. He knew the Prince was trying to break him, to make him beg for mercy. But he wouldn't give in. He wouldn't let his allies down.
"You can't threaten me with them," Caspar said, his voice steady and calm. "They're not your pawns. They're my brothers in arms."
"Well here is the deal. I am making you my bride. If you can make me cum, before you orgasm, I will keep them alive. If you cum first, then the moment you release, their heads will be released from their bodies."
The Prince's voice was casual, as if he was discussing the weather, not the lives of Caspar's allies. "So, what do you say, my little knight? Ready to save your friends?"
Caspar's mind raced, but his expression remained stoic. He knew the Prince was playing a sick game, but he also knew he had no choice but to play along. He couldn't let his allies die because of him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I accept your challenge."
The Prince's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he clapped his hands together. "Excellent! I do love a good challenge."
A guard would loosen Caspar's bindings, before placing a bug on his neck that would bite into him and make his body, accept for his head and penis go num.
Caspar would gasp, falling forward, before the bug would control his body and stop him. It had seemed he was going to be magically controlled.
The Prince's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and cruelty as he watched Caspar's body convulse and then still, the bug's venom coursing through his veins. Caspar's allies watched in horror, their faces pale and their eyes wide with fear and disbelief. The King chuckled, his deep voice echoing through the dungeon. "My son has a way with these things, doesn't he?"
The Prince smirked, his eyes never leaving Caspar's motionless form. "He's a bit of a challenge, but I do enjoy a good puzzle." He turned to the King, his voice casual. "I'll fuck him here, see how long he lasts.
I want to see the look on his face when he realizes he can't stop me. I want to see him beg, plead, and scream. I want to hear him say my name, over and over again."
The Prince's voice was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement. He turned to one of the guards, "Bring me the oil. I want to make sure he's nice and slippery for me."
The guard nodded and hurried off, leaving the Prince alone with Caspar and his allies. The Prince walked over to Caspar, his eyes roaming over his body, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face.
Caspar's bug would cause him to strip down to his bare form, and the prince would turn him around, and lift him up. He would pull up Caspar's legs and begin rubbing the knight's asshole.
The Prince's fingers would be slippery with oil, and he would push one finger inside Caspar, causing the knight to gasp and struggle. The Prince would laugh, his voice echoing through the dungeon. "You're so tight, my little knight. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock." They knew they couldn't interfere, couldn't do anything to stop the Prince. They were at the mercy of this cruel, twisted man, and they knew it.
The Prince continued to finger Caspar, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement. The rest of the Knights would feel sick as Caspar would wince.
"Just put it in, and get it over with." I can't stand this anymore," Caspar gritted out, his voice strained. The Prince chuckled, his fingers still working Caspar's ass, stretching him, preparing him.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to rush things, my dear. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will," the Prince said, his voice dripping with sickening sweetness. He pulled his fingers out, leaving Caspar feeling empty and exposed. He could feel the Prince's cock pressing against him, hard and ready.
"Please," Caspar begged, his voice barely a whisper. The Prince smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement.
"Please what, my little knight? Please fuck me?" Caspar's voice was barely a whisper, his body trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation. The Prince's eyes gleamed with a dark, twisted excitement as he positioned himself at Caspar's entrance, his cock slick with oil.
The Prince would continue to finger Caspar until his hand reached the knight's prostate.
Caspar would gasp, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him. The Prince would chuckle, his voice low and husky. "Found it, my little knight. You like that, don't you?"
Caspar would bite his lip, trying to hold back a moan as the Prince continued to tease him, his fingers moving in and out, hitting that spot over and over again. The other knights would watch in horror, their faces pale and their eyes wide with fear and disgust.
"Please," Caspar would beg again, his voice barely a whisper. The Prince would pull his fingers out, leaving Caspar feeling empty and desperate. He would look down seeing his penis erect, and his allies would look at him with even deeper fear.
The Prince would smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement. "You're so eager, my little knight. I love it when they beg for it." He would push his cock inside Caspar, causing the knight to gasp and struggle. The Prince would start to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Caspar would bite his lip, trying to hold back a moan as the Prince filled him completely. The Prince would lean down, his breath hot on Caspar's ear.
The guards would place knifes against the necks of the other knights, ready to slit their throats the moment Caspar came.
The Prince would thrust harder, his hips slapping against Caspar's ass, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Caspar would grit his teeth, trying to hold back the pleasure that was building inside him. He couldn't let himself come, not with his allies' lives on the line.
"Come on, my little knight," the Prince taunted, his voice low and husky. "You can take more than this, can't you?" He reached around, grabbing Caspar's cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Caspar's breath hitched, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.
"Don't," Caspar gritted out, his voice strained.
The Prince chuckled, his hand still moving on Caspar's cock, his thrusts steady and deep.
"You're so close, my little knight. I can feel it," the Prince whispered, his voice like silk. "Just a little more, and you'll be screaming my name."
Caspar's breath came in short gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, threatening to spill over. He looked at his allies, their faces pale and terrified, the guards' knives pressed against their necks. He couldn't let them down. He wouldn't.
"Come on, Caspar," the Prince taunted, his voice low and seductive.
"You are my wife now. You aren't even a man anymore." Caspar's voice was barely a whisper, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to consume him. The Prince's thrusts were relentless, his cock filling Caspar completely, his hand stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. Caspar could feel the pleasure building inside him, threatening to spill over.
"I am your daddy. I am the man here, and your seed is useless."
The Prince's eyes gleamed with a dark, twisted excitement as he looked down at Caspar, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel it. Just a little more, and you'll be screaming my name."
He would begin slapping Caspar's dick as both of them would close in on orgasm.
"Your dick is useless. You are a submissive shit that only wants to feel good." The Prince's voice was like a whip, each word striking Caspar's core. He could feel the pleasure building inside him, threatening to consume him, but he refused to give in. He wouldn't let this man break him, wouldn't let him win.
The Prince's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against Caspar's ass with increasing force. Caspar gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to tear through him. He looked at his allies, their faces pale and terrified, and he knew he couldn't let them down.
However he would be caught off guard when the prince would all Caspar to take his entire penis. His prostate would be tightly pressed against and the prince would move his hand to pushing into Caspar's mouth.
Tears would stream down his face as he would finally give in.
His body would convulse as he would cum, his seed spilling out of him. He would attempt to scream, but he would be gagged by the prince's hand, which was lunged deep in his mouth. The last thing the knights would see would be their comrade getting fucked as the guards would immediately slice open their throats.
The sound of their lifeless bodies hitting the cold stone floor would echo through the dungeon, a grim reminder of Caspar's failure.
Caspar's body would go limp, his eyes glazing over as the reality of what just happened sank in. The Prince would pull out of him, a satisfied smirk on his face. He would wipe his hand on Caspar's back, before turning to the King.
"Father, I'll be taking my bride to my quarters. Thank you for finding him, he is lovely."
The King nodded, a sickening smile spreading across his face. "I have no doubt he'll make the perfect addition to your toys."
"You're too kind, Father," the Prince replied, his voice dripping with false humility. He looked back at Caspar, who was still limp and unresponsive, his eyes glazed over with shock and pain. The Prince reached out, tracing a line down Caspar's spine with his fingertip. "Clean him up and bring him to my quarters. And make sure to keep him alive. I have plans for him."