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Bishop takes Knight

The worst part about being royalty, in any and every context, is that everyone assumes that you're more important than you are. Bishop was the nobility and royalty, and that means that 'anyone good be coming for him' or 'he could be assassinated by anyone' and garbage like that. Truth be told, Bishop wasn't really THAT important. He was just rich. So constantly being told that he couldn't do this, or had to be escorted for that did little other than bore and anger the young equine. Even today, as he sat in the lavish room that was effectively a gilded cage, he wasn't even allowed a proper Wi-Fi connection in case 'someone figured out it was you and traced it back to your room.'

A knock on the door took his eyes off of the book he was reading and glanced over to see his father, a respectably regal looking stallion, and to his side was a very muscular, stoic looking orca, standing at attention. "Bishop." His father's voice sounded tired, exasperated with the disrespectful child that had been seeded from his loins. "We both know what happened last night," referring to when Bishop had snuck out to go to a concert without his escorts, only to be discovered and swarmed with paparazzi. He managed to give them the slip, but by the morning it was all over the newspaper. "I can't keep having you evade your guards for frivolous reasons. But I also have come to realize that you are not going to respect my wishes, so I have decided to come to a compromise. Meet Arthur."

The large orca took a step forward, and turned in a very military fashion to face the prince. He said nothing, remaining with his hands folded behind his back. "He is now your personal bodyguard. Just one person. You can go out in public without bringing much attention to yourself, while also having protection." His father continued. "And don't think about giving him the slip either. He's well aware of your antics, and has been briefed on such."

"Father." Bishop sat up in his bed, dressed in little else but an oversized wife beater and his boxers, having little care for modesty within his own room. "Don't act like this is some revelation you've come up with on your own. I have told you for months that an arrangement like this would work for me." His tone was uppity and proper, from years of 'proper' schooling, but with the tone of a typical teenager.

"Yes. Well. The point is, Effective immediately, Arthur will be your shadow. He will watch and protect you, while avoiding 'crowding' you as you say." The King turned and left, leaving the two of them alone. Once the door closed, Arthur visibly relaxed, his stance loosening and his arms folding in a much more casual manner.

"So. Arthur huh? What's your deal?" Bishop asked, as he reclined onto the headboard of his bed, pulling his book out and reading through it again.

"Military for a while." His tone was casual enough to catch Bishop off guard, expecting someone as tone deaf as The King. "My main terms with the Guard had ran up, but chose to stay in. When His Highness was seeking a personal bodyguard, I offered my own services, as I had a child your age once. Just as defiant and wanting to do their own thing. So... Experience won out in my case."

Bishop looked the guard up and down for a moment. Arthur was very well muscled. Not bulging, but it wouldn't take much effort to get there. His clothes were tight fitting enough to hide little. Bishop was somewhat glad that he was still under the bed sheets so that the erection slipping out of his boxers wouldn't be noticeable. "Alright. Tell you what, Arthur. How about a test run? Let me get dressed, and then we can go for a test run, and we'll see just how good you are at service." The large orca nodded and turned to leave the room, closing it behind him. It was the only entrance and exit out of his bedroom anyways, so there was no worry about him making a run for it.

A big smile crossed his face, however. A studly serviceman like that? Oh, Bishop had plans for Arthur. It was a few minutes before Bishop called the guard back into his room. But when he came in, Bishop was nowhere to be seen. A look of panic crossed the Orca's face as he started looking left and right for the Prince. Bishop snuck from behind the door, with a shiny black object between his hands. In a swift motion, he pulled the latex bag over the head of the orca, and only just had enough time to click the magnetic lock at the base before his shoulders were grabbed and he was thrown off the orca.

Arthur assumed that it was an attack, a kidnapping attempt. He tried to yank the latex off of his head, but there seemed like a steel cable around his throat. Every breath slipped out of the latex, but every attempt at a breath clung the latex to his rubbery skin. He was blind, he couldn't hear, and then there was a punch to his gut that knocked all the rest of the air from his lungs. He could feel his consciousness fading not too long after that.

The orca woke up with a gasp, not thinking that he was going to wake up at all. His whole body was aching, but he was definitely alive. It was a dark room, grey stone and a single lightbulb on the roof shining down. He tried to move, but couldn't get any momentum. A quick glance at himself saw that he was on his knees, arms bound at his elbows keeping his hands at his chest. Thick latex coated every inch of his body below his neck. He tried to say something, but there was tape stuck to his lips. From behind him, the crown prince walked into view, smirking.

"Well now, you're actually awake." Bishop teased, latex leggings and sleeves coating his arms, a rubber harness crossing his chest, and a matching latex thong that had a hole in the front clearly displaying his visible arousal to the captive Arthur. "Got to say, I DID want a bodyguard, but I think I like you better like this. I mean, a stud like you? How could I not?" Arthur walked right up to the orca, and laid his fat shaft across Arthur's face. "I did say that I wanted to see how you did at service, yes?"

Arthur struggled in his bindings, but the thick rubber and latex didn't budge. He swore into the tape on his mouth, but it left him completely mute. As the large equine dick laid over his face, he couldn't help but shudder as the thick scent of a horse that spent the whole night partying, and didn't showwer in the morning overpowered him. He tried to push it away, but turning his head to escape only rubbed his nose further into the musky balls.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Bishop said as he pulled his dick back, his cock leaving a thick trail of pre on the Orca's face. "You can't use that mouth at all. Here, let me fix that for you." Again, the equine left the orca's line of sight, grabbing onto something. Bishop came up from behind again, and slipped another bag over Arthur's face. Needless to say, he started screaming and writhing the second his vision was obscured again, though this mask made itself distinctly different very shortly. First, there was some sort of object in the front. It wasn't sharp, or particularly hard, but it was just enough that it punctured the tape over his lips, sliding into his throat like a silicon dildo. He couldn't breathe through it, and so while that panic remained for a little longer, as the hood was pulled down, clinging to his form like a second layer of skin, a small hole in the back of the mask lined up with his blowhole, letting him gasp and fill his lungs with fresh air.

Footsteps circled around the blinded, latex coated orca. His heart was beating firmly in his chest as the front of the face was grabbed. The sound of a zipper vibrated through the suit as he was finally able to breathe through his mouth... somewhat. The phallic object was still in his mouth, but it was hollow at least. It was a short lived reprieve, however, as the fat head of the prince pushed itself into the opening, past Arthur's teeth, and drug across his tongue. Arthur gagged and tried to twist his head, but Bishop held it firm, pushing the long member deeper and deeper, until his hips ground against Arthur's face.

With no vision, no hearing, and no mobility, Bishop had made sure that all the orca could focus upon was the taste of his dick. "I must say. You're a big guy. If your dick matched that, then I might have gotten you a latex suit that had a sheath... but only seven inches? Really? Don't worry, when I'm through with you, you won't even remember you had a dick."

It was hard to hear through the latex suit, but at this distance, Arthur could hear everything. He squirmed and tried to bite down, but the rubber tube in his mouth only made things more pleasurable for the horse. Faster and faster the cock slipped in and out of his throat, shuddering and making Arthur wish he had a gag reflex. Finally, the sound of a heavy whinney invaded his ears, and the cock head flared up spewing rope after thick, fat, musky rope of cum onto his tongue. Bishop had pulled back, but his flare was so big it wouldn't even fit back into the rubber tube, forcing the Orga to taste and swallow down every ounce.

"That's a good boy." Bishop patted the latex hood on Arthur's face condescendingly. "You'll get used to it, I promise. It's going to be your favorite meal!" The horse leaned over the latex bound orca, and grabbed at a discarded pair of pants, pulling a wallet out of his pocket, and flipping through it. "Let's see here... Bishop Knight, hm? Nah, how about Slut Drone? Yeah, that's it. You're now Slut Drone. You know that you are required to serve the Royal Line in any way they see fit? I hope you remembered that bit when you swore your oaths. Because you're going to be serving me exactly like this for a few more long years." Bishop grabbed the base of his dick, and squeezed it upwards, pushing some more cum onto Arthur's tongue. "Maybe if you remember your name when your service is up, I'll let you go free. Until then, get used to being my personal slut. That's a Royal Order."