Chapter 2: Fall into Misfortune (The Hole)
The prince's quarters, a stark contrast to the damp, cold dungeon, were adorned with rich tapestries and plush furnishings. A grand four-poster bed stood in the center of the room, the silk sheets a deep shade of crimson. The prince led Caspar to the bed, his hand still gripping the knight's arm with a possessive hold. He pushed Caspar down onto the bed, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement.
"Now, my little knight, I am going to have to train you be my bride." The Prince said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest. "You see, you still view yourself as a man. You were captured, and got your comrades killed because you couldn't last. It is a man's job to penetrative, to fight and die. It is a bride's job to get fucked and serve the man who does the actual work." The Prince's voice was cold, his eyes hard as he looked down at Caspar, who lay on the bed, his body still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm. "You need to learn your place, my dear."
Caspar's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he tried to process the Prince's words. He knew he was in no position to argue, but the thought of being reduced to a mere vessel for the Prince's pleasure was more than he could bear. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "I am a knight, not a toy for you to play with."
The Prince chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a shiver down Caspar's spine. He would flip the knight's legs up and lunge his fist inside Caspar.
"You became a toy when you made the cowardly decision to let yourself be captured instead of dieing for your home. And let's be honest, that is because you want a man to fuck you."
He could feel the humiliation burning in his cheeks, but he refused to let the Prince see him break. He glared up at the Prince, his eyes burning with hatred. "I will never want that."
The Prince laughed, a sound that was as cold as ice. He would remove his hand and slide his dick into Caspar.
Caspar's heart pounded in his chest, but he kept his expression stoic. The Prince would increase his speed and grin.
"The way you look at other men, I'm surprised I was your first."
The Prince would firmly press his member all the way into Caspar, and stay there.
"Does it hurt?"
the Prince asked, his voice mocking as he looked down at Caspar, his body still impaled on the Prince's cock. Caspar gritted his teeth, trying to hold back a whimper of pain.
Caspar's breath came in short gasps, his body trembling as he tried to adjust to the invasion. The Prince's cock was thick and hard, stretching him in ways he had never experienced before. He could feel the Prince's eyes on him, watching, waiting for him to break.
But Caspar refused to give him the satisfaction. "It doesn't hurt," he lied, his voice steady and calm.
"Oh really? Well you wouldn't mind a second guest down there then?" The Prince's voice was like a whip, striking Caspar's core. He would pull out a dildo larger than his own dick, and rub it against the bottom of Caspar's hole.
Caspar would gasp, his eyes widening in fear and disbelief. "What are you doing?"
The Prince chuckled, a cold, menacing sound. "I told you, my little knight. You need to learn your place. And that place is not as a man, but as my bride." He pressed the dildo against Caspar's hole, pushing it in slightly. Caspar would gasp, his body tensing as he tried to push it out.
"Stop it!" Caspar gritted out, his voice strained. "Make me." He pushed the dildo in further, causing Caspar to cry out in pain. His dick and the dildo would both be in Caspar's hole.
"I thought it didn't hurt?"
The Prince's voice was mocking, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement as he watched Caspar struggle. "You're a terrible liar, my little knight. But don't worry, I'll teach you how to please me. And if you can't, well, we'll just have to find someone who can."
Caspar's breath came in short gasps, his body trembling as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. The Prince's cock and the dildo filled him completely, stretching him in ways he had never experienced before.
Caspar's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as he tried to push the intruders out. The Prince chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted excitement as he watched Caspar struggle.
"Relax, my little knight," he said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You'll get used to it. Besides, it's not like you have a choice."
Caspar's jaw clenched, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared up at the Prince. "I'll never get used to this," he spat. "And I'll never be your bride."
The Prince's smile faded, his eyes hardening. The dildo would fully enter and Caspar's ass would being ripping.
"The first part of marriage is honesty. I will stretch your hole until you tell me hurts or you die. Your corpse will suffice until I replace you." The Prince's voice was cold, his eyes as hard as stone. Caspar's body convulsed as the dildo was forced deeper inside him, the pain radiating through his body like wildfire. He screamed, his voice hoarse and raw, but the Prince paid him no mind. He continued to push the dildo in, inch by agonizing inch, until it was fully inside Caspar.
Caspar's body was trembling, sweat pouring down his face, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
The pain was intense, like nothing he had ever felt before. He could feel the dildo stretched him to his limits, and the Prince showed no sign of stopping.
"Please," Caspar begged, his voice hoarse with pain and desperation. "Please stop. It hurts too much."
The Prince chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Good, I'm glad it hurts. I want you to feel this pain. I want you to remember it." He reached down, grabbing Caspar's cock and stroking it, despite the fact that it was limp and unresponsive.
He would smile at Caspar.
"Beg for me to take it out." The Prince's voice was a low growl, his eyes never leaving Caspar's as he continued to thrust the dildo in and out, causing Caspar to cry out in pain with each movement. "Beg me."
Caspar's breath hitched, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. He knew what the Prince wanted him to say, what he wanted him to do, but he refused to give in. He couldn't.
"Please..." Caspar's voice was a mere whisper, his body wracked with pain and humiliation. The Prince would look over at a second dildo.
"Sounds like I should invite another guest? Unless you object?" The Prince's voice was laced with a cruel, mocking sweetness, and Caspar could see the sadistic gleam in his eyes. He knew what the Prince was suggesting, and the thought of it sent a wave of nausea and fear crashing over him. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the bile that was rising in his throat. "I can't... I can't take any more."
The Prince's smile faded, replaced by a cold, hard look. He leaned down, his breath hot on Caspar's ear. "Beg." Caspar's body was wracked with pain and humiliation, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the Prince's eyes boring into him, waiting, demanding.
Caspar's mind raced, trying to find a way out, a way to end this torture. But he knew there was none. The Prince had him at his mercy, and there was nothing he could do but bear it.
Caspar closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain and humiliation. He couldn't look at the Prince, couldn't bear to see the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Please," Caspar whispered again, his voice barely audible. "Please, just... just stop."
The Prince grinned, and would pick up Caspar.
"Beg to me like a lover." He would continue to make sure his dick and the dildo were inside of his bride, but he would pull him close.
Caspar would begin sobbing. , his body shaking with the weight of his pain and humiliation. The Prince would smile cruelly and would lean in to whisper in his ear.
"Good, you're learning. Now, tell me what you want."
Caspar would look up at the Prince, his eyes filled with tears and hatred. "I want you to stop."
The Prince would chuckle, a cold, mocking sound. He would rub his chest against his bride and smile.
"I am almost there, how close are you to cumming?"
The Prince asked, his voice low and husky as he continued to thrust into Caspar, his body slick with sweat. Caspar's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the orgasm that was building inside him. He could feel the Prince's cock and the dildo stretching him to his limits, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a heady, intoxicating cocktail.
Caspar's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. He couldn't give in, couldn't let the Prince see him break. "I'm not going to cum," he spat, his voice hoarse with pain and humiliation.
The Prince would begin jerking Caspar off.
"Sure about that?" the Prince taunted, his voice a low growl as he continued to thrust into Caspar.
"Don't be so sure," the Prince continued, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.
"I've had plenty of practice with men like you. Men who think they're too good to be touched, too proud to admit their desires. But I can see it in your eyes, my little knight. You're close. You're so close to giving in, to giving me what I want."
Caspar's breath hitched, his body tensing as the Prince's words struck a chord within him. He couldn't deny the truth in them, couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the Prince's touch, to the way he filled him completely. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the moan that was building in his throat.
However, he would eventually break. Both would cum at the same time, and the prince's seed would spew inside of caspar.
The Prince would smile, as Caspar would stay shaking.
The Prince would pull out and Caspar would be left with the dildo inside him. He would then embrace his bride as his seed would sit inside him.
"You're mine now, my little knight. You belong to me." The Prince's voice was low and possessive, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted satisfaction as he looked down at Caspar, who lay trembling beneath him. Caspar's body was slick with sweat, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tried to process what had just happened. He felt dirty, used, and humiliated, but he refused to let the Prince see it. He glared up at him, his eyes burning with hatred. "I will never belong to you," he spat, his voice hoarse with pain and anger.
"You may have my body, but you will never have my loyalty." "We'll see about that," he said, his voice cold and hard. He reached down, grabbing Caspar's chin in his hand and forcing him to look up at him. "You see, my little knight, I have ways of making even the most stubborn of men see things my way."
Caspar's heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to back down. He glared up at the Prince, his eyes filled with defiance.
"You can try," Caspar spat, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I will never break. I will never give you what you want."
The Prince chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Caspar's spine. He released Caspar's chin, but his grip on the knight's body remained firm. "I do love a challenge," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Caspar's ear. "But you should know, my little knight, that I always get what I want."
Caspar's breath hitched as the Prince's lips grazed his skin, but he refused to let the man see the effect he was having on him.