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You'd think that being a bring prince would be an easy job, but despite the life of luxury it afforded him, Prince Secret would have to disagree. He was too busy running around and attending important meetings to even access those luxuries that were afforded to him. Ever since his parents' injury, he was thrust into the spotlight. One small mistake could drastically change his popularity with an already distrusting populace. The entire kingdom depended on him, but he wasn't sure if he was up to the task.

The prince's only solace was the times he was able to slip away from his royal duties and submerge himself in a warm bath. Late at night, he'd be able to peer out the window and watch the stars. The crepuscular sky, adorned with brilliant streaks of yellow, black, and white, set his mind at ease. Resting his head against the bathtub's smooth interior, Secret tried to think of anything but what he was supposed to be doing. His mind drifted between topics until it landed on his upcoming birthday. The entire castle was probably planning some huge banquet and celebration. He sunk deeper, the sea of bubbles reaching his nose.

When Prince Secret reached down to scrub some of the scars on his thigh, the back of his hand grazed his penis. Even this slight touch made him shiver. He knew that he shouldn't be doing something like this, but with all the work, he never got the opportunity anymore. So, against his better judgment, he shifted his hand over, curling his fingers around his shaft. The goat tugged at his foreskin, peeling it down over his penis' head. It was a little challenging to maneuver delicately through the water, but that was part of the fun. Secret played with his foreskin for a little while longer, squishing, tugging, and pulling at it until his dick was completely erect. He ran a hand down his length, completely lost to this forbidden sensation. Slowly, he started to stroke himself, curling his toes and arching his back in the process.

Suddenly, a soft rapping could be heard at the door in the other room. Secret stopped mid-stroke, eyeing the bathroom door with a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. His dick was throbbing in his hand, obviously enjoying the much needed attention. After a few seconds of waiting, the prince sighed and chose to ignore what he had heard. Switching his attention back to his destitute friend, Secret continued to jack himself off. He liked to do it slow. That way, he could feel the tension build up in his loins and savor the experience until he physically couldn't hold it anymore. Unfortunately for him, the rapping continued. And this time it was accompanied by a soft voice.

"Prince Secret, we have the prisoner you requested."

That got the goat's attention. Swiftly, he hopped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. As he began to dry himself off, he shouted that he'd take only a second. He didn't know what he was going to do about his situation down there, but that would have to wait. The prince's fur was frazzled by the time he was dried and in one of his silk robes. Spritzing some fragrance over himself, Secret took a deep breath and opened the door.

On the other side was a short rat flanked by two guards. The rat wore little more than a ripped tunic with some loose shorts. His fur was marred by dirt and anxiety. Part of his tail and ear were cut off in a strange pattern, almost like someone had taken a bite out of them. His hair was rigid and messy, obviously cut up hastily with scissors. Finally, a metal collar was strung around his neck and attached to a chain, which one of the guards held firmly. Secret cleared his throat before addressing the men.

"Sorry for the wait. I was in the bath." The prince looked down at the convict who avoided his gaze. For a second, he wondered if it was because of the erection he wasn't attempting to hide. If that was the answer though, none of the three chose to address it. He continued after a curt silence.

"Thank you immensely for this and remember not to tell anyone." Secret said, his voice strangely calm for the situation. The guards nodded and handed him the chain. He iked the way the cold metal felt between his fingers; each link telling its own story. Yanking the chain, the rat stumbled into the prince's chamber. While he gasped for air, the prince smiled and closed the door, reassuring the two that he'd be fine. Once alone, Secret sighed, turning toward his captive.

"I'm sorry about that. I'd rather there be rumors that I'm secretly torturing prisoners compared to what I'm actually going to do with you." This time when he looked down, the convict's eyes, which were filled with a rage most unbecoming, stared back at him. Topping it off with a scowl, the rat thought that his show would intimidate the prince. Instead, Secret giggled. Heh. Cute.

"Anyway, let's get you to a bath. You're filthy. Lucky for you, I already have one ready." The prince pushed the prisoner by his shoulders. After shuffling for a few paces, unwilling to move, he begrudgingly followed along. The two walked over to the bathroom and when they arrived, Secret pulled out a key the guards have given him.

"I'll unlock you once you get in the tub, alright?" he said, waving the key around. The rat looked back and forth between the key and the bubbly water. He groaned, making his mind up.

"Fine," the prisoner stated. Secret beamed in response.

"Ooo, you speak!"

The rat grumbled and stepped into the tub, wincing as the water enveloped his leg. Secret hummed to himself patiently, watching his subject with abject fascination. The poor thing was taking his time as if he was scared of the water. As soon as he stepped in it, the dirt and grime peeled off his fur. Soon, the water took on a muddy countenance. No amount of bubbles could save it now. The rat looked back at his prince with a strange expression but didn't say anything.

"Wait," the goat cried, remembering something important. The convict perked up, hopeful that the prince had changed his mind. "Take your clothes off. How are you supposed to bathe with them on?" Dejected, he looked down again.

"You aren't even gonna ask for my name first?" This wasn't the zinger he thought it was. Secret only grinned, pleased by the interaction.

"I know what your name is, Trix."

Trix stepped back out of the tub, letting the water pool around his feet. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze no longer meeting Secret's. The bravado he exhibited previously was almost entirely gone, anger dissipating for a muted shame. The young rat never imagined that he'd end up in a situation like this.

"How am I supposed to take my clothes off with this on?" he asked, pointing at the collar. The prince seemed taken aback for a second. It just occurred to him that this would be a problem. After giving it some thought, he told Trix that he'd be right back, leaving the rat alone in the bathroom. He took the opportunity to look around. The room itself was so large; bigger than his bedroom back home. It almost felt oppressive. He shifted his weight back and forth, thinking about what to do. He could try to escape but what was the point? There was nowhere to run. The window was fastened shut so the only way out was through the room the prince was in right now. All he could do was wait.

Soon enough, Secret came back with a small pocket knife. He walked up to Trix and mumbled something about staying still. The rat didn't need to be told twice; he was frozen with shock anyway. The goat carefully cut away his garments, piece by piece floating to the ground. Then, he was naked. It was difficult to see all the dirt on him due to it blending in with his fur. But, what wasn't difficult to see was the flaccid penis he was trying to tuck between his legs. Trix wasn't doing a great job at hiding it. Instead, a thigh pulled back his foreskin ever so slightly, giving Secret more of a show.

"You should be good now. I'll find some new ones for you later. You don't want those ratty old things anyway." Trix scoffed but looked away when the prince continued to stare at him. He could feel the goat's gaze burying into his back. It wasn't pleasant. Secret clucked his tongue.

"Come on now. Get it."

Trix nodded, stepping in once again. This time, he let the warm water fully envelop him. It felt weird against his fur. Warm water wasn't something that he was used to. He had to admit that it wasn't terrible though. Just... strange. He watched as the water darkened even more. It was sort of funny to him. The dirt of the castle prisons ended up in the prince's bath. This was a scandal in the making.

"Do you need me to scrub for you?" the goat piped up. Trix shook his head vigorously, taking the opportunity to slosh the dirty water through his fur to get all the grime out. Secret giggled again, taking out the key.

"And as promised, I'll unlock this collar." He walked closer to the tub before stopping. The air suddenly became tense as the prince turned his head to stare directly into Trix's eyes.

"If you try anything, those rumors I mentioned earlier won't be just rumors anymore. Got it?" The rat gulped and gave a weak nod. Secret smiled in return. He continued his walk to the tub then leaned over to fiddle with Trix's collar. With a metallic clank, the piece of metal unclasped and fell into the tub. Trix could feel the weight lifted from him immediately. It was like an entire part of his body was removed. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

"Thank you?" was all he could muster. Secret nodded back.

"Don't worry about it. Just make sure to wash up." The prince tapped his foot, getting a little impatient.

Trix went back to work, scrubbing himself all over to the prince's liking. While doing this, he got to thinking. There was no way Prince Secret was doing all of this out of the kindness of his heart. If he was, all he had to do was pardon him. But, he made sure to bring him here in secret, even threatening him with violence if he were to act up. Trix's scrubbing slowed to a stop. Was he planning to use him as some sort of sex slave? The rat tried to imagine a life of serving his prince in that way. Every day, he'd be in the goat's bed, covered in his scent as he took out the day's frustrations on him. What would his title be? The royal fleshlight?

Trix shivered, trying to push that thought out of his head. Unlucky for him, a different head of his poked up in response. The rat was floored; his body had betrayed him. He didn't want to believe that this situation turned him on. It was a good thing the water was so murky. If it wasn't, the prince would have a clear view of his manhood.

"Done?" Secret questioned, his patience reaching its end. Trix shook his head again, but it seemed like the prince was ready to wrap things up. The goat took a cloth and stuck it in the tub, wiping down the rat's face, arms, stomach, and legs. He didn't even skip Trix's crotch, scrubbing in between his legs as well. Secret knew the rat was hard but couldn't care less. If anything, he was pleased with himself.

"Done!" the prince repeated, lifting Trix out of the tub by his armpits. The rat yelped, instinctively trying to cover his privates again while buckets of water sloughed off his fur. Secret seemed pretty pleased with himself, grinning like a madman in the process. When he put the rat down, Trix was a soaking mess. Shivering, and with both hands covering his dick, he could feel that itch of anger resurfacing again. This was all just a game to this psychotic prince, wasn't it?

Secret picked out a towel and walked back over to Trix, beginning to dry him off. He went at it with the same ferocity as his washing, ensuring that each nook and cranny was accounted for. The prisoner didn't really know what to do so he stood there and let the prince drag the towel across his entire body. When he got to his crotch, Secret simply pushed the rat's hands out of the way, gripping Trix's cock with the towel and drying it off that way. Made out of the highest quality cotton in the kingdom, the towel was heavenly soft. The prince slowed his drying down, just now marveling at how perfect the prisoner's dick was.

Pink and fleshy in color, Trix was packing some serious heat. Secret estimated that he was about seven inches long. His foreskin rested loosely against the top of his tip, accentuating the bead of pre that formed there. Strong veins ran up and down his length, which throbbed in time to his heartbeat. The rat's balls were the perfect combination of fluffy and hard. Covered in a neat patch of brown fur, they hung low and looked heavy. Obviously, Trix was in a similar situation as the prince. It seemed like neither of them had the time to get off.

Secret brought the towel back, watching the convict's foreskin glide over its head. Trix's ears twitched in response. He knew what the goat was doing, but couldn't do anything to stop it. Instead, he continued to fight a losing battle with his libido. Unlike him, his body knew what he wanted.

The prince rested his head against Trix's shoulder and started stroking the pent up rat's cock. It was slow at first, just like how he treated himself. Trix started to breathe faster as his prick secreted more pre. It was dripping off of him now, landing on the floor with a soft pitter patter. Secret dropped the towel, favoring to use his hand. Every once in a while, he'd switch up his technique, shifting to playing with Trix's tip with his fingers, which were now wet with pre as well. He used this pre to coat the rat's shaft, giving it a nice sheen that sparkled in the moonlight.

As he went back to stroking, Secret leaned over and dragged his tongue across the rat's cleaned fur. Trix tensed up instantly and a lustful moan slipped from his lips. The prince grinned at this finding. It looked like someone had a sensitive neck~ He continued this line of attack, nibbling along the rat's neckline until the convict was a trembling mess in his arms. Every time he slid his hand over Trix's prick, a sloppy schlick filled the air. The only thing that topped its registered was the rat's repressed moans. Secret continued to nibble, lick, and kiss his neck until it looked like he was about to burst. The goat transitioned from the rat's cock to his balls, massaging the swollen orbs. These too were underloved and the generous prince was willing to give them the attention they deserved. Trix's turgid cock throbbed without Secret's touch. The rat whined, reduced to begging the prince to finish him off. Instead of doing so, Secret bit down hard into Trix's fur, causing the poor rat to yelp. The goat pulled back, leaving Trix at the edge of orgasm. Both of them were breathing heavily.

"There," Secret said between breaths. "You're mine now."

Trix tentatively reached up to his neck, and sure enough, he could feel the mark that was left by the prince's teeth. Had he... just been claimed? Just hours prior he was spiraling over his eventual execution. What had he done to deserve this? However, there was a more pressing problem to attend to now. Trix grabbed his cock and started to jack himself off. Starting at a quick pace, his own hand was covered in pre instantly. All he wanted to do was finish. The rat could feel his orgasm rise to the brink. As soon as it was about to bubble over, Secret swatted his hand away and shook his head. Trix whined again, his cocking throbbing and confused.

"No," the goat commanded. "Not until I allow you to." Trix looked down and nodded sheepishly, which made the prince smile. They were going to get along just fine.

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When Prince Secret asked Trix to join him in bed, the rat was perplexed. The situation was already crazy enough, but this, he thought, was crossing a line. Despite his distrust for the monarchy, Trix was filled with two decades of constant propagandist inundation on their behalf. It was challenging to go through life without the little voice in the back of your head convincing you that everything you have is because of the king and queen. The rat looked at Prince Secret with an odd mixture of hated, fear, and respect.

Instead, he chose to sleep on a plush looking couch that lay next to one of the windows. It provided him with two spectacular views: one of the night sky and the other of his prince. Secret gave him plenty of soft blankets to use so he wouldn't get cold. A blush crept across the rat's face. Trix found it strange that he was already starting to view the goat in a more sympathetic light. He pulled the blankets closer to his neck, trying to purge the thoughts from his mind. He told himself that it was a coping mechanism. After all, he was tired, cold, and naked. His back rubbed uncomfortably against the couch's surface and his flaccid penis hung swiftly to his thigh. It was a lot rougher than he imagined.

Turning his attention to the ceiling, Trix saw a sprawling piece of art that depicted some type of religious or war scene. His spirit faltered as he squinted to get a better look. The rat felt like he should know what the piece was depicting, but the memories burned away as soon as he tried to grasp them. All he saw were distressed faces marred by time, limbs tumbling over limbs, and a muted yellow and white that dominated the scene. He knew those colors were important. Something about what they symbolized, but he didn't understand the image because he couldn't even understand its pieces. Trix shuttered; it distressed him.

Drowsiness set in and the rat still couldn't sleep. Staring out the window wasn't helping. It felt like he had been in this position for hours. So, against his better judgment, he shifted his weight and rolled off the couch. Draped in the warmest blanket, Trix made his way over to the prince's bed. With the layers of mattresses and cotton sheets, it looked so inviting. He stood on his tip-toes, trying to get a look at Prince Secret. The goat's eyes were closed, mouth slightly ajar. Each breath made his chest rise softly. Trix thought that he looked at peace.

He tried to get in the bed as quietly as possible. Of course, some sheets were ruffled and covers shaken, but it seemed like he had completed his task. The prince did not move at all, his breathing staying at the same rhythm as before. Trix let himself sink into the mattress and a harried exhale escaped from his lips. It was soft.