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Chapter 1: The Prince's Passion

Prince Saunak smiled at the feeling of the cobblestones under his feet as he walked down the market road. His eyes flicked from the street to the skies, glancing over the different ads of the day and checking to see if there were any pranksters around today. It meant that he ended up bumping into the herds of elephants and crocodiles and other mongooses doing their shopping, but that was it's own sort of fun. The prince even took the opportunity to grind up against a few of the bigger ones in the process.

After a few minutes of watching the skies, he stopped. Though several talented tigers flew through the air with fire flaring from their soles and wove their advertisements with fantastical gestures and sharp punches, the fiery images spelled out nothing more than business names and prices. He'd been hoping for a repeat of last week's pranks, but he imagined those Fire Flyers had been dismissed. A pity, really; with this display, the tigers were the best parts of the show, and they weren't even that good looking.

He sighed as he walked along, the prince sliding between the various shoppers with practiced ease. In the cramped market road, everyone was in a hurry and nobody seemed interested in sparing any attention for one slippery mongoose.

Well, except one.

Saunak smiled as he felt a pair of eyes settle on the back of his neck. He perked up his ears just in time to catch the sound of heavy footfalls and ducked just as a large hand gripped the space his neck had been only a second ago. He turned his crouch into a slide, slipping between two elephants before turning to face the stallion who'd snuck up behind him.

"Please, do be quicker if you want to catch me, Windsire."

The prince chuckled at his bodyguard's pursed lips, taking a few steps backwards as the stallion tried to push the elephants out of the way. They were stubborn, but the stallion...well, Saunak doubted a herd of elephants would have kept him on the other side. He smiled as he kept walking backwards, looking up at the black and red furred equine.

"What are you doing out here? Chasing down vagabonds? Catch anyone fun?"

"Looking for you. As always, your highness."

"Oh really? Finally giving a little thought to my offer? You know I'd LOVE to have you in bed for a change."

The mongoose dodged another grab and rolled between the legs of a nearby tiger. Spinning around the feline's back, he lifted head over one shoulder, then the other, chuckling as his fuzzy shield nearly scratched at him in surprise.

"You don't even have to stay all night. Just -"

"I'm not here for that. I'm never here for that. Your highness -"

"Ah, you lost my interest already, Windsire. Ah well, more fish in the sea, or so the western traders say."

"Your highness, I am your bodyguard, and that means I have to stay with you. You can't keep running off and trying to leave me behind."

"Succeeding, I thought."

"All the more reason I should stay."

"Um, excuse me -"

The tiger tried to interrupt, but Saunak was already bored with him. He ducked right as Windsire darted left, and then back again, always keeping the tiger between him and his stallion. After a few seconds of grinding against his shield of the moment, he bumped his hips against the tiger rump, knocking him back against the horse. It barely budged his bodyguard, but it gave him enough to get running, which he did with a great big smile on his face.

Another time, he might have relished the pursuit; Windsire never 'punished' him the way that he hoped for, but it had led to a number of fun fantasies. Not to mention that Windsire was one of the very few people in royal service that could keep up with him, which was its own kind of fun.

But he didn't have time for that today, and if he was going to get the information his siblings needed, he had to work on his own.

Let's see how well you can keep up with this, stud.

Grabbing hold of a pole holding up a street vendor's display, the mongoose whipped himself around it and into an alley. The sound of spilling fruit and produce was rapidly drowned out by the din of the crowd. He started patting himself on the back for the pole dancing lessons he'd given himself, but the sound of rapid footsteps reminded him he wasn't free just yet.

Saunak glanced over his shoulder, and grinned at the barechested stallion chasing after him. Red eyes locked with his, and the mongoose pulled his tail to his chest as Windsire tried to grab it.

"Too slow!"

"It's only a matter of time, your highness."

That perpetual calmness; he swore that it was unshakeable. The mongoose shook his head, turning to look ahead again -

And was nearly smacked in the face with a bunch of meat on a roasting pole. He went to his knees, sliding under it and barely avoiding smacking his face against the slab of meat. As he came up again, he laughed, even with the thud of his bodyguard landing not far behind him.

Down the Spice Street he ran. Now that they were off of the market street, the crowds were thinner, allowing him to run without fear of falling over someone. His bare feet pounded on the cobblestones as he fled from the stallion.

Their chase soon attracted attention, and his ears twitched as he heard some people call for the guards, as if he were a thief. He would have been offended, but he found it more fun to imagine what would happen if the guards somehow did manage to catch him. Probably flee for their lives as soon as they realize who I am, he thought with a chuckle. Maybe I should pay a visit to the barracks again, remind them of their other 'duties.'

He was so distracted by the thought of naked, buff soldiers all around him that he almost didn't hear the shwoosh sound lashing at his heels. Snapped back to the chase, he leaped off of the ground just as a pair of shadow hands grabbed at empty space. He glared over his shoulder as he landed on the shoulders of an elephant leaving a shop, shaking his head as the dark hands retracted into Windsire's shadow.

"That's cheating!"

"Against someone like you, anything is fair game, your highness."

His big gray perch went wide-eyed at the title, but Saunak was already moving on, running over the crowd by using their heads as stepping stones. Nobody dared to complain (and who, really, would mind the touch of royalty?), but they didn't exactly slow the demon-blooded horse down, either.

He reached the edge of the street and leaped onto a large,multi-storied building, hanging from the windowsill. As he pulled himself up and onto it, the crowd thinned below him, and the dark stallion came to a stop a dozen feet below. Windsire crossed his arms as the prince caught his breath.

"You're going to fly away now, aren't you, your highness?"

"You know me so well."

"That truly is cheating."

"If it works, it works. And I know how to work."

The prince winked, snapping out a rapid beat with his fingers before spinning in a narrow circle. The cyclone dance summoned air beneath his feet, spinning faster and faster until he had a veritable tornado of wind beneath his feet. When he jumped, it launched him dozens of feet into the air, and carried him along as he spun and danced through the skies.

If he'd just learn how to have fun... Saunak chuckled, looking down at the city. Now to find that Raja before Windsire finds me again.

He eventually landed near the bottom of Manor Road, past all of the stalls and stands and the increasingly impoverished customers that frequented the markets. The prince knew that his passage had been marked by most people on the ground - or at least, assumed so, for how spectacular it had been - and chuckled as he threw his arms in the air, waving his hands to allow applause.

He got very little of it. Most people just stared - which was appreciated - while some shook their heads, and a small number even glared. Saunak just chuckled, bowing at the waist to everyone before making his way further eastwards.

What little noise made it out of the markets quickly fell away, drowned out by the musicians hired by the wealthy families that called Manor Road home. They played in balconies of miniature palaces that soared over the streets, their tunes adding some life to the carved homes of red stone, granite, or - occasionally - marble. He'd heard that most people liked the variety here, but Saunak believed only a third of them had people worth his time.

He deliberately avoided the granite dwellings, shaking his head as he passed by the gray-robed nobles that called them home. Even the somber musics from their balconies drove him away; in such a lovely place as Aparajita, why did they strive for melancholy?

Likewise, he ignored the marble homes. Despite the beauty, it struck him as too stark, too perfect. Even though he saw some handsome men on the balconies and through the windows, the prince couldn't help but think that there was something off-putting about them. The white pushed at him as much as the gray. Where the granite dwellers were perpetually somber, the marble dwellers always felt like they were hiding something.

But the red...

Saunak smiled as he stopped under one of the red balconies, looking up at the lively players on it. Ferrets, tigers, even a camel dancing about as they played their music above, and the prince couldn't help but tap his feet to the beat. Colorful clothes made a show of their own as the entertainers plied their craft, weaving a glittering cascade of transparent silks through the air.

And he could hear the rhythmic thumping of clapping and dancing through the floor, and he smiled.

That's the way to live, like life's a party.

The mongoose chuckled to himself, adjusting his vest with a shake of his head. He finally stilled his tapping foot as the music quieted down. Much as he enjoyed this distraction, he knew that he needed to get back to his search. The Raja wouldn't just find him, after all.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

A scaly hand thumped down on Saunak's shoulder, and his lips immediately turned up in a smile as someone big and scaly pressed against his back. Without turning around, he knew that whoever was behind him was at least a foot taller than him, and had a proportional bulge, as well. The deep, slightly gravelly voice chuckled.

"Turn around, boy. I'm looking for some entertainment tonight, and you look like my sort."

Saunak could only imagine the look on Shakti's face if she knew that he'd been propositioned on Manor Road. Stifling a laugh, the mongoose turned on his heel and looked up.

It seemed that Raja Ankur had found him, instead. It couldn't be anyone else; the gaudy golden silk vest displaying his family's sigil was as bold as it was tasteless. His turban was sloppily wrapped - as if he'd done it himself - and his green pants did nothing to hide the bulge that Saunak had felt, and he licked his lips as he deliberately stared at it. Truly a lovely thing.

Then his eyes went back up, just in time to see recognition flicker across the Raja's face.

"Oh ho, look at what I've found. Boys? Boys! Get over here."

The crocodile snapped his fingers, and several others - likely members of his family, from what Saunak could see - walked over from a nearby carriage. Saunak's smile didn't abate. If anything, it grew as Ankur continued.

"Looks like we've found the Prince of Sluts."

The two young men blinked, looking closer at him. Saunak chuckled, patting his chest.

"Oh, you flatter me, Raja of the tented pants."

"Hmmph. I'm surprised that your father let you out of the tower, little slut. You'd think he'd want to keep the family whore back in his tower."

"Ah, but what good is a whore if you can't profit from them?"

Saunak leaned back against one of the balcony supports. He could hear the players starting up again, and knew their music would keep their conversation private. Ignoring the blatant grin from the patriarch of the family, he posed with one foot on the ground, the other against the pillar.

"What brings you down Manor Lane, oh family of river biters?"

"What else? Looking for good company."

"Really? I could have sworn you were looking for a more raunchy company, great Raja. Or is it for your...sons, I believe these young men are?"

"I have standards. Chandan and Dhaval here don't; maybe they'll be satisfied with your loose hole after I'm done."

"Oh really? And what, pray tell, makes you think that I'm for sale?"

"Heh, you said you were."

Saunak chuckled, turning away. He knew they were looking at his ass; he encouraged it.

"And what price would make you good enough for me?"

"Knowing you? This."

He had expected the crocodile to be rough, but the prince hadn't expected Ankur to shove him to his knees as hard as he did. Knees stinging, the mongoose looked up just in time to get a large, thick cock slapped against his cheek. The scent of sweat and musk filled his nose, and he smiled again.

"Mmm, you're offering me quite a price..."

"Heh, you're a cheap whore, aren't you, Prince Saunak? Bought for nothing but a cock."

After being slapped across the cheek a few times, he turned his head and licked along the tip. It was definitely eager, and nicely scented. And thick. Not quite as thick as Devdan's cock, but enough that he would get a little exercise. And a fair length, too. The mongoose smiled, feeling his pants start to bulge -

And just like that, the cock was pulled away. He shook his head in disappointment, but it faded as the Raja's sons pulled him towards the carriage. Chuckling, he cocked his head to the side.

"Is this a kidnapping, then?"

"Consider it putting you in your proper place."

"Ah, a rose by any other name -"

"Shut him up, Chandan."

The younger-looking of the pair lifted him into the carriage before ripping off a piece of the prince's vest. The prince assumed it was for the usual gag, and he was right.

Despite the situation, Saunak smiled as much as the gag would let him, reclining back on his side of the carriage as they sped off. Even when the Raja pulled out his cock - and demanded his sons do the same - he kept up the relaxed pose.

It wasn't until they hit a bump and he almost fell off of his seat that the silence was broken.

"You think that your father's gonna get you out of this, Prince of Sluts?"

He shrugged, but managed a muffled chuckle through the gag. The crocodile glared at him.

"He's not. You've been an embarrassment to the whole of the Mongoose Court ever since you came of age."

Oh, Ankur. You need to check your facts. I was an embarrassment long before that.

"I imagine that your siblings would be thankful to me for keeping you out of sight. Especially the ones after you in the line of succession. I bet all of them would be happy to see their slutty 'superior' get locked up for some reason or another.

"Not that their feelings matter. Suresha might rule, but he won't be on the throne for much longer. Not with the plans some friends have in motion..."

He perked up his ears, but no such plans were forthcoming. A shame. Either Ankur wasn't quite so stupid as he looked, or he was providing less support than Savitr and Shakti thought.

But there was always the chance for better entertainment than politics.

He looked down at the three exposed erections. They were...fairly well-endowed, though Ankur's was the best of the lot. Perhaps he could loosen their tongues with a bit of work on that, and if not, well, he'd have some fun.

The prince rolled himself upright again - an easy enough feat - and spread his legs. His still-hard erection bobbed in his baggy pants, and as he stretched his legs to start teasing Chandan and Dhaval's cocks with his feet, they groaned softly. Predictably, the Raja chuckled.

"Heh, is that the way with you, 'Prince'? You see a cock, and you have to have it?"

He saw no shame in nodding. Particularly as it was true, in most cases.

As the prince ground his soles down along the two younger crocs, he continued to smile at the Raja. Now what did he actually know about him? He knew the name, but barely; he seldom showed up to meetings between the Court and the Old Blood. Often they were of no interest to him, as none of the more virile nobles actually showed up, but every now and then someone hot did turn up.

Ankur, Ankur...

Finally he remembered the crocodile, more because of how striking he'd looked than because of anything the reptile had said. The mongoose's smile grew as he remembered how Ankur had nearly been charged with assault on one of the palace servants, but got out of it because of the victim leaving royal service. Suspiciously quickly, actually.

That, in turn, reminded him of why Shakti and Savitr were concerned about him, though the roughness he'd seen in the palace training grounds only enticed him all the more.

A man after Girisha's own heart, he thought, though he immediately knew it was an unfair comparison. His older brother might have been as passionate about the martial arts as Saunak was about the bedroom arts, but Ankur took that love of fighting to a new level. He'd heard rumors that the crocodile funded various fight clubs and dens, where both royal soldiers and city militia could come and compete for big prizes.

But lately, the winners of such competitions had been disappearing, or so he remembered hearing. Certainly, some of his favorite buff partners had gone missing in that time. If there was some connection between the disappearing soldiers and Ankur's supposed friends -

The prince's ruminations were cut short as Ankur grabbed him by the chin. He was forced to look upright, at the same time realizing that he had a string of cum on his left foot. Poor Chandan, he thought as the older crocodile shouted at him.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

"Hmm?"

"Gods, you are a hopeless slut..."

Shoved back against his seat - and having his fun with Dhaval interrupted - Saunak sighed. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side, which only seemed to infuriate his captor all the more.

"Don't you understand? We've kidnapped you. We're taking you away. Are you that much a slut that you just don't care what happens to you?"

He shrugged.

"Ugh. And here I was thinking we might have some leverage..."

Promising statement, but to his annoyance, Ankur didn't follow it up. Instead, the carriage continued in boring conversation, only broken up by blushing stuttering and teasing derision between the brothers. Not nearly enough entertainment, for the prince's tastes.

And we were starting so well. Ah, so much for the gangbang, then.

It didn't take that long to arrive at Ankur's estate. The carriage must have left Manor Road some time back, because it was a solitary thing at the end of a street. He watched as they rode around a long pool of water only to stop outside another granite house. Saunak dodged a kick as he stepped out from the carriage and took a quick look around.

Fence, jumpable, he thought as he glanced at the fourteen foot high rock wall.

Water, swimmable. He paused, seeing several feral crocodiles already in it. Or perhaps not.

Gate...maybe breakable. It was metal rather than stone, so he had his doubts.

House...ugly as could be.

He shook his head as he looked up at the large gray palace. Much as some wanted to call the color silver, it was only a dull gray, boring and particularly ugly. A crocodile head adorned the overhang above the front door, the teeth chipped and cracked. Other motifs - including a ridged crocodile tail - adorned the great manor, but Saunak thought that it was overdone, even for his tastes.

Chandan took him by the arm - surprisingly gently - and pulled him along behind Dhaval and Ankur. He went along with it, occasionally looking at the décor in the hallways, but mostly trying to ignore the general ugliness around him.

This is why we're in charge, he thought. Everyone else's sense of taste is just awful.

Rather than taking him to one of the sitting rooms or a guest chamber, the crocodile family led him towards a set of stairs at the back of the house. Made of the same dull stone as everything else, they chilled his feet as he was led down them. He flexed his feet to keep them warm, while subtly working at the gag in his mouth. He'd almost gotten it out when Chandan noticed and shook his head.

"Don't bother," he whispered. "Father will be removing it later for..."

The way that the crocodile blushed filled him with a particular sense of pride. So he hadn't just gotten another noble off, but one that was a bit of a prude? That was one for his books. Perhaps Chandan would be open for more enjoyable things in the future.

Soon, they reached the bottom of the stairs. Ankur grunted, and Dhaval lifted his hand. A flicker of sparks rained from his fingers, then a ball of fire fwooshed into being over his palm. The Raja turned with a smirk.

"Don't think you'll be using any tricks to get away from us, Prince of Sluts. We have our own ways of keeping you here."

I don't see a dozen hung men waiting for me. Oh, were you thinking of the fire? No thanks; I prefer to use it on someone else.

The mongoose chuckled. He liked his retort, even if he couldn't use it. As the fire passed from the crocodile's hand to a torch on the wall, he was able to get a better look at the subterranean chamber.

It was surprisingly impressive. Nothing compared to some of the equipment he'd purchased for his own purposes, but the collections of bondage straps, crosses and x-frames, ankle manacles for suspension play, and various closets suggested that the Raja had been collecting this for years. He nodded in approval; he might have some fun here after all.

Of course, Ankur had to interrupt again, gesturing around the dungeon.

"You see this, whore? This is where you're going to be staying. As long as you're my 'guest', this is your chambers. And you are going to be working hard for your bed and board, you understand?"

He rolled his eyes.

Then he doubled over as he was gut punched. Saunak coughed against his gag, shaking his head as he gasped for the air beaten out of him. It took him a few seconds to pull himself upright again, and the whole time, Ankur glared down at him.

"You think that you're going to get away with stuff like that, just because you're a prince? No. You're going to do what you're told. And rule one is that you show us some respect."

The mongoose took a couple of deep breaths as he recovered from the blow. He had to admit, that was a surprise; he knew Ankur was a hot-head, but he hadn't thought that one of the Old Blood, even one that was getting as deranged as him, would actually strike a member of the Court.

Go on, then. Keep digging that hole for yourself...

He rubbed his stomach as the sons pulled him towards one of the x-frames. Dhaval shoved him back against it, putting his left arm into a leather strap, while Chandan did the same on his right. As his ankles were tied into similar straps and loops, Saunak could feel his cock hardening again, rising up in his pants despite everything.

Chandan looked away, but Dhaval saw and laughed.

"Father, he is just as pathetic as you said. He's already getting aroused again."

"That's because he never should have been a prince. He should have been disowned as soon as they realized what he was."

He'd lost his patience. Saunak spat the gag out, shaking his head and - for the first time in an hour - got a clear breath of air. He snorted.

"At least I've embraced what I am. Tell me, oh bruising one. If I'm a whore, and you're the dumb brute, who calls the shots? I seem to remember that the whores are the ones that tell the muscle what to do in the brothels."

The room fell silent, the two sons going wide-eyed at his insult. But Saunak only had eyes for their father, and Ankur did not disappoint. The transition was almost instantaneous, but he saw it; shock barely kept under control, then broken as he fell into a rage. He ran across the room, fist raised.

This time, the prince was ready for the punch, and tensed his muscles to take the hit as he was punched in the stomach. It still hurt, but not as bad as it had the first time. The other fist came for his head, and ducked just in time. The gong of struck metal echoed through the room as Ankur stepped back, clutching his hand.

As the sons gathered around their father, Saunak shook his head and glanced at his restraints. They were simple rope, he realized. Not even chains, but hemp rope. It was annoyingly scratchy, but thick enough to bind even a stronger soldier. He doubted that it was strong enough to hold him, though.

"Saunak."

He turned his head. Ankur panted, shaking his head.

"Thanks for dodging. Heh...You had me so angry..."

The crocodile chuckled, finally letting go of his injured hand.

"Now I'm thinking clearly. I don't know just what I'll use you for, but I'll get something out of you. I don't know what yet, but I'll get something."

"Ah, I don't think so. Unless you're offering to put your dick in me, but even then -"

"Dhaval. Get the Breaker."

Despite himself, his eyes lit up. With all of his experience in dungeons, he'd heard of several things called 'Breaker', and they were always different. They also tended to be the biggest thing around. What might the Raja's be, he wondered.

He watched as the older son opened a closet, and caught sight of a number of metallic and ivory items. They looked more than a little phallic, and the mongoose suppressed a chuckle. None of them looked any bigger than Devdan, and the elephant was far from the biggest in his harem.

Then it was revealed, and Saunak's eyes widened.

It was a giant of a shaft, an ivory rod that was at least twenty-two inches long and more than three inches wide. Mounted on one of the Earth Mover guild's extending rods, he realized how it could be used. If one of them had the right magic, then it could be set to pound someone on its own for hours, even days if the magic was strong enough.

Dhaval carried it over, laying it so that the tip of the Breaker pointed up between his legs. Ankur nodded at his other son, and Chandan joined his brother, kneeling down by the big piece of equipment. Saunak shifted back and forth, feeling the tip of the shaft pressing against his pants, and the Raja laughed.

"What's the matter, oh Prince of Whores? Did you expect something like this?"

"I honestly didn't."

"Heh, so you can be surprised."

"Oh, and happily."

The crocodile immediately frowned, but to the prince's surprise, the Raja limited his response to a simple nod to Chandan.

It was slow, at first. The tip of the ivory shaft rose up, the stone rod under it extending under the influence of earth magic. The Breaker pressed against his pants until it forced his clothes against his hole, almost inside it, before it retracted. Lowering all the way to the floor before rising again, a bit faster, a bit further. This time, the pressure lifted him up an inch or so, and almost drove the head of the rod through his clothes as Ankur watched.

"You might be a whore - what am I saying, you are - but you aren't going to last forever. Nobody can."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I mean, have you seen my harem, big and bruised?"

"I don't have to."

Chandan wrapped his hands tightly around the bottom of the pole. Saunak wasn't sure, but he almost thought that the younger son hesitated before unleashing his magic.

The sudden thrust nearly snapped his restraints as it slammed upwards. His eyes went wide as he was suddenly spitted on the ivory shaft, shoved upwards by eight inches of solid, thick ivory rammed inside of him. The back of his pants ripped apart and a solid patch of cloth had been shoved up his ass with the shaft. He groaned, his cock going from softening to fully erect in the space of a few seconds as the rod slid back out.

He barely caught his breath before it punched inside him again, even further. His ankles were scraped and squeezed by the rope around them as he was lifted up, and he panted as he was filled up and stretched wide.

He could feel the last remnants of his elephant's seed from the morning getting soaked up by the cloth jammed inside of him, making the thrusts hot and dry rather than smooth and fluid. Still...he had to admit that it wasn't that bad. The prince still grunted as the Breaker slammed in, and he could feel his body getting all too full as the inches started to pile on, but it wasn't as bad as the name suggested.

Fourteen inches shoved in on the next thrust, and his cock jumped inside his pants. The crocodiles watched him silently, with Ankur as annoyed as ever, and Dhaval sneering at him. The prince smiled, panting softly as he deliberately twitched his erection.

"What's the matter? Surprised that I'm not screaming?"

The older son's sneer deepened, and his fingers started dripping sparks. However, before he could develop a full fire, Ankur grabbed him.

"Don't."

"But father -"

"He wants you annoyed. Like I was."

The father chuckled.

"The prince has always had control. Let's leave him for a bit...see how he does when he realizes it will never stop."

"Oh please, that's a dream of mine," Saunak interrupted. "Go ahead, walk out. I'll just lay back and enjoy - mmmph - getting the pounding of my life."

"You heard him, boys. Let's leave him be, and see how long it takes for him to crack."

The father waved his hands, and the older son immediately made his way towards the staircase. Chandan, on the other hand...

There were always those more at ease serving someone, regardless of the quality of the master, and he was starting to think that Chandan was one of them. Saunak looked down at him, and saw regret in his eyes. He wasn't so against the Court as his family, or at the very least, he didn't like their methods.

He chuckled, grunted, and then chuckled again.

"You heard your father. Better get moving, or you'll get a splatter of royal seed on your face before - ah - you leave."

"You should take this seriously. My father...he isn't going to let you call the shots. You are going to...he's going to..."

"Ah, don't worry about me. There's nothing that can get me. If Shakti hasn't killed me yet, do you think your father will?"

Chandan shuddered, and Saunak barely kept himself from mirroring him. Hers wasn't a name that was invoked lightly. Heir or not, his sister was a nightmare. She certainly haunted him more often than he'd like.

He nodded towards the stairs again, and Chandan slowly turned to leave. He paused at the first step, but then hurried up them when his father called him. Saunak watched his departure with a smile, then broke down in another moan as the ivory shaft sunk deeper inside of him.

"Okay, that feels...mmmph...about like eighteen inches now..."

Settling back on the frame as much as he could, the prince thought of how he might get free of this. With the bindings around his wrists, he couldn't pull off his usual moves, and - mmph - the squeezing around his ankles made anything beyond simple ankle swishing impossible. Not to mention - mmph - the thrusts of that toy were so - mmmmm - so good.

He shook his head again, trying to calm himself down, but it was very hard to do that when he was being fucked so hard. His toes curled as the magic-powered cock slammed into him again and again, forcing him up and down, up and down like a bucking bull. The sheer rigidity of the thing made it even worse, as his body was forced to conform to the shape of the shaft.

Before long, he was aware of his cock, bouncing up and down inside of his pants. What was normally a very simple, pleasant sensation left him groaning and panting as the sensitive head was dragged along the silky material. It started leaking pre in short order, and he groaned as his pants started to darken. The prince tensed up his muscles as best he could to try and hold back, but that did have the problem of making his ass tighter, which in turn -

"Mmmph!"

Saunak bit his lip as the toy finally reached its full depth. The cool stone of the pole rubbed against his rim as the entirety of the ivory shaft was sheathed in him. His back was stretched out straight by the thick rod, and he wasn't entirely sure that he'd taken something this big before. Maybe with that diplomat from the north that one time, but -

"Ah!"

It slid out fast and slammed in hard. Then it did it again, and again. He bit his lip as he was rocked up and down, his ankles rapidly starting to chafe and his cock bouncing, throbbing, twitching from the anal assault.

He could feel an orgasm coming, and he shook his head.

Not...not yet.

The last thing he needed was to give in and let it happen. Each orgasm would drain him of energy and focus, and he would need all of that.

He rolled his hips as much as he could, moving with the thrusts as well as his bindings let him. It wasn't much, but the prince doubted that they'd tied a mongoose up before. It would be enough. It would have to be.

It was four hours later when he had his first orgasm, and Saunak moaned louder than he expected as it hit him. As his cock spurted all over the inside of his pants and soaked his cock and his balls with his pleasure, the toy continued its relentless assault. He could still feel it rocking him, filling him, stretching him, but his cock took his attention. The slimy, soaked crotch of his pants framed it more than ever, and he bucked upwards despite himself, humping against his own clothes.

It took him almost three minutes to stop, and he shuddered as he calmed himself down again.

Mmmph...Guess they know...a bit of what they're doing after all.

The prince knew his limits, and he knew how much this toy would push them. With his craving for big cocks, this was too good; he could get addicted real fast, and the Raja probably knew it.

He heard the footsteps before he saw their source, and he stilled himself as much as he could on the frame. The toy kept bouncing him, but he was able to keep himself from doing...too much. Yes, he rolled his hips around the tip of the toy, but that was preservation, not eagerness.

Ankur stepped off of the bottom stair, the crocodile having changed his clothes. Rather than the officious daily wear that he'd had on before, Ankur seemed to be getting ready for bed. He wore nothing more than a green silk robe, and the prince believed it no coincidence that the front of it was open as his kidnapper walked into the room. Out of habit, Saunak looked down at the crocodile's bulge, measuring it.

Hmmm, borderline, he thought.

He gasped as the Raja grabbed his cum-slimed cock, squeezing it. The mongoose rose up a bit, and his captor chuckled, squeezing and squelching the seed around.

"Looks like you already filled your pants once, whore. How long until you're swimming in your own seed?"

"Oh, probably just a few minutes. You know me."

"I do...And I know that you have some value, no matter how much you try and disguise it."

To his relief, the crocodile let go of his cock. It had been more sensitive than he thought, and he was glad that Ankur hadn't pushed his unknown advantage.

He wasn't bothered as his kidnapper started circling him; it was a fairly classic intimidation technique, one that some family members used all the time when they were trying to get him to mend his ways. It never really worked. He doubted Ankur knew that, though.

"I'd like to use you as a way to bring my plans forward, whore, but I'm just as happy to sell you as a slut to someone outside of the country if you're not cooperative."

"Oh, why not just do that? I'm sure that I can find a good friend that would be very happy for my talents."

"I'm...sure."

He could hear the frustration in the crocodile's voice, and the mongoose smiled. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Ankur was just fed up with him. Anger was always willing to lend a hand.

"But I have other things I want from you, Prince of Sluts. Information, weaknesses, plans that your siblings have. I want -"

"If you want blackmail, I don't do that. Not on the first date, anyway."

"I want -"

"And if you wanted - mmph - one of my sisters, I don't think you know what you're getting in for. Oh, Sati's cute and all, but the way that she keeps you from lying? Ooooooh, and you think I have embarrassing secrets. Ha!"

He caught sight of the clenched jaw muscles as the crocodile walked in front of him again, and kept smiling. Leaning his head against his shoulder, the mongoose blew a little kiss at his captor.

"What's the matter with settling for a simple slut like me? You already have heirs, and you know - mmmph - how good I am. You don't need any -"

And that did it. He barely dodged the Raja's bite, but the crocodile straddled him and started strangling him, scaly hands around his neck almost before he could blink. Ankur glared at him, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"What do I have to do to make you shut up?! What do I have to do to get you to take things seriously?!"

"Heh..."

Saunak shook his head, or at least tried. It was rather hard while being strangled, fucked, and pinned down all at the same time.

"Could just...fuck my face...can't talk then..."

"That is...more tempting...than it should be."

The squeezing continued for a little longer than he was comfortable with, but eventually the crocodile let him go, shaking his head as he dismounted the x-frame. That long crocodile tail scraped down his leg, and he knew that he'd have several scrapes - and probably some missing fur - there later as a result.

And here I was hoping for an actual face-fuck. Pity; I think he might have been good at it.

Ankur paused a few feet away, his fists clenched as he took several deep breaths. Aside from that, the only sound in the room was the steady thump-thump-thump of the Breaker slamming into his hole. Saunak kept his lips sealed, swallowing his moans as best he could.

"You..."

The Raja sighed.

"You are a hopeless case."

He turned, his eyes downcast. Surprisingly, he almost looked a little bit...worried. Not sad, or disappointed, but actually worried. Saunak couldn't help but feel intrigued, and leaned in to listen closer.

"Here I was hoping that I'd have something to offer...them...but I see that you're nothing more than your reputation. A slut that doesn't care about anything but how big a dick he can slip under his tail."

"And a pretty long reputation that is, isn't it?"

"And useless."

Ankur shook his head, and started walking to the stairs.

"I'll come back in a week, when you've lost your mind to the Breaker. Maybe you'll do as a bribe to one of the Old Blood then, as a toy. I imagine more of them will join our cause when they see how much of a degenerate you really are."

"Says the man that was going to fuck me in front of his sons in his carriage."

He half expected another punch, but all he got was a sigh. The Raja shook his head, and walked away.

Hmmm, maybe his pride isn't so sensitive after all...

It didn't matter. He had other things on his mind. The Breaker was starting to wind down, which meant that the charge Chandan had given it was reaching the end of its potency. That, in turn, meant that he had a small window of opportunity.

He wiggled his hips, settling himself further down in the frame. It was far from comfortable, even for him. The lower position meant that the thick shaft was always inside of him, and a bit of the rock pole went in with it. However, it was the only way that he could get this to work. If it could work; he wasn't entirely sure it would.

As the ivory shaft continued its assault on his ass, Saunak looked down at his ankle restraints. The abrasive scales and ridges had done a number on his inner thigh and calves, but there was something good in the mix as well. Past the damages to his legs - annoying as they were - he could see damage to the rope as well.

It wasn't much, but it had frayed slightly. Ankur couldn't have noticed it, or he would have ordered the rope replaced right away. Saunak tugged his leg, giving it a sharp yank, and he grinned as the rope split a bit further, and then just a bit more.

A week, hmm? We'll see about that...

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