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[b][u][center]A Prince in Chains

Chapter 2: The First Night

For Mowgli-Tales

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Seated in the coils of a naga was not where Ako wished to be, but the world seemed to have denied his wishes any consequence ever since he had been taken from his horse. To be made to walk was punishment enough. To be put in the holds of a naga seemed to be no more humiliating than that. At least in his grip, the prince could be carried again rather than harm himself further on the sand and stone.

However, from on high, it was easier to see the other slaves that wandered the city, and now that he had experienced this ‘Lord Solem’s’ touch on his mind, he understood how they were able to maintain their grip over so many people.

Ako resisted the urge to curl up into a ball in the naga’s touches, knowing that it would make him look weak. Instead, the prince sat tall, looking down at the various species that lined the streets of the desert city.

[i]Seeing them now…[/i]

The prince would have glared at the slaves in distaste, at one time. Now, he could almost see the invisible chains that bore them down, the weights of the control that the nagas must have had over them. To be held in bondage was shame enough. To be held by the mind…

“You are sssso sssstiff, little human. Why do you sssit sssso?”

“Because this is wrong. Dishonorable.”

“Why, it isss but the way of my people. If one hasss the power to control othersss, why sssshould it not be usssed?”

“Because it robs them of their strength, their will, their thought.”

“And the sssstrength of your horssssesss do not? Ha. Your chainssss are there, no lessss than oursss. Yourssss are merely visssible, while ourssss are not.”

There was far more to it than that. The chains of prisoners, of underlings, of duty, were chains that could be fought if one was left beneath an irresponsible or cruel master. The chains of the mind…

Even from his perch, he could see several slaves being beaten for whatever reason the master had decided was required. Yet, for all the pain of having their backs lashed with thick tails, the slaves continued to smile. He could see their mouths moving, and he could only imagine the perverse ‘thanks’ that they were leveling upon their masters for their ill-treatment.

Such a fate awaited him, he knew. If he was not careful, if he did not fight, then he would fall into the same horrible place they had.

[i]I will not fall. I can fight. I can.[/i]

The naga shifted his tail, the prince slipping. He corrected his fall, twisting about the way that he had been trained, only to end up with his legs spread around the length of the naga’s waist. Sitting right where the tail ended and the more humanoid part began, he belatedly realized he’d been tricked to sit in the naga’s ‘lap.’

As the serpent reached down to embrace him, he swung his leg up, his bare foot colliding with the noble’s chin and lifting it up, forcing the naga’s head skyward.

“I will not be held.”

“Heh…another massster would have you punissshed for sssuch behavior.”

“I will [i]not[/i] be held.”

“Ha. Fine. You amussse me enough for sssome freedomsss, but take care, little human. Take care, indeed.”

He shook his head, pulling his leg back and shifting to the edge of the litter. He needed to remember to avoid distractions. Ashamed as he was to admit it, the naga was quite likely someone that he couldn’t defeat without a weapon. There were too many ways that could go wrong, too much body for him to keep an eye on all at once. And if he were caught…well, it wouldn’t go well for him. He was outmatched, and he needed to remember that.

Still, he couldn’t help but stare at the city. For all that it was bigger than his father’s capital, it was built on the back of slaves. Everything in the city had probably been built by hands that were furred and fleshed rather than scaled, and to a one, he imagined that they were built by those that could not remember what they had done.

[i]Enslaved without knowledge…[/i]

This place was hell, and he had to find a way to escape. Quickly. But for now, he would watch…and he would wait…

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The litter was taken to a manor that was near the center of the city. It was one of many that surrounded a grander palace in the middle of the capital, and the land around it was green, green in a way that a desert should not be. He stared at the trees that had been encouraged to grow out of the sand, at the grasses that had been made to rise from the earth around the three-story home that stood in the middle of the state grounds. It was a testament to great skill in the working of the earth, but he knew that it had to have been done by other slaves rather than through the efforts of the naga himself.

Lord Solem twitched his tail as they came up the path, and the slaves that carried him suddenly stopped. It was such a quick move that Ako slid forward, falling off the litter. He twisted in mid-air, landing on his feet with ease, his soles finding the earth smooth and cool compared to the sand that he was used to walking on.

It was a small comfort, and one that reminded him of home. A reminder that he wished that he hadn’t been given, though, as it was nothing more than a distraction.

However, before the naga could blame him for falling or the slaves could reach for him, someone else pulled all attention. A wolf emerged from the white-stone house, dressed in no more than a silk loincloth that hid nothing from sight, and then began to sway his way down the path. And sway was the right word, as his hips rolled from side to side like an experienced courtesan of his father’s court, inviting as could be.

“You left your house rapidly, oh Master of All He Surveys,” the wolf said, bowing his head. “I would have thought you summoned to the palace for such urgency, but it seems that it was merely another bit of your fancies upon your mind.”

“It isss a fine choice today, Heeni,” the snake said with a chuckle. “I found a human in the marketplace. Such a prize could hardly go unpurchassssed.”

“He cost us much, I assume?”

“Ten thoussssand gold,” Lord Solem said dismissively.

“Ten thousand? Oh, lord, Master of My Mind, who I serve with delight, may I point out that is a third of our budget for this quarter? We may have needed that.”

Once more, the naga shrugged it off, but Ako nevertheless stored the information away. In a small way, it was reassuring. It meant that the nagas were not so wealthy that they could completely disregard the costs of life. They did have limits, even if those limits were far higher than what his father could match.

They were not invincible. Just close to it.

Before he could say anything, however, the wolf turned to him.

“And this would be the purchase, Master? A human, yes, but one that obviously requires great training.”

“And that will be your job, Heeni. I know that your devotion will yield excellent results.”

“I may move mountains in your service, Lord of the Sands and the Slaves.”

Ako could not find the words for the anger he felt at that point. He had been stolen from his home, he was condescended to, and he honestly felt as disrespected as could be. For all that he had been captured, for all that he was a prisoner, he was still a prince, and a prince of power. A warrior deserved respect; a prince deserved more.

In fury, he grabbed for one of the slaves holding the litter and pulled him out of place. With a throw that had been practiced many times on the training yard, he threw the fox out of the way, sending him flying at this Heeni.

It was a simple move, but it was enough to completely destabilize the already-overloaded litter. The naga started to tumble forward, barely managing to turn a fall into a dismount, while the litter itself tumbled over and crashed to the ground. Ako lunged for a piece of wood as one of the bearing rods were cracked –

“Ah ah!”

Only for the wolf to be there, already grabbing him by the arm and pulling it up and behind his back. The prince stomped down, his heel managing to catch one of the wolf’s toes, but even as Heeni groaned behind him, the wolf pulled him into a tighter hug than ever, holding him back.

Ako squirmed, trying to free his arms, but they were completely pinned by the wolf slave. There was no getting them free, not even with all his training brought to bear.

“That was naughty,” Heeni muttered. “And what did you plan to accomplish by that?”

“I accomplished one goal. You remembered I was here.”

“Hmmph. You could have accomplished as much by lifting your shenti and showing off what you had to offer. At the very least, it would have been a better show than attempting to harm the master. A futile effort, at best.”

“He’s not invincible.”

“The Caster of Chains is invulnerable to any attempt to displace him. It is so much better to serve.”

The wolf was a lost cause, and he knew that. There was no point in trying to argue with him, nor any point in trying to fight his way free. Such an attempt had been nothing more than an expression of anger, one that could have cost him far more than his dignity right at the moment.

His ‘owner’ was still gathering himself together, Lord Solem shaking his head and rubbing one part of his tail.

“It sssseemsss that we will need a little longer to train you, human. Heeni.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Releasssse him.”

“As you wish, Master.”

There was a slight hint of annoyance there, as if the wolf didn’t believe that it was a good idea, but it seemed that there was no resisting the naga’s commands for anyone, let alone the wolf behind him. Ako stumbled forward as he was finally let loose, coming to a hard stop a step later.

He huffed softly as he looked between them, slowly shaking his head as they stared down at him. The fact that he was the smallest of them felt…wrong. He had been on a horse for so long, been able to look down on warrior after warrior no matter who they were. Now, stripped of everything, he was the smallest, the weakest…

But only if he stopped fighting.

“Do what you will. I will not submit.”

“You sssay that, but we will ssssee.” Lord Solem chuckled. “I am too tired to continue your education tonight, ssso you will be taken to your quartersss. Heeni will sssee to you tonight.”

“In all ways, Master?” the wolf asked.

“In all wayssss.”

“As you wish.”

“…What does that mean?” Ako asked. “In all ways? What ways?”

“In all waysss that you may require sssatisssfaction, of courssse.”

That made no sense to him, but before he could question the naga further, the wolf took him by the arm. The human was turned around, tugged toward the house, and for all his resistance, he did not put up a fight there. He had been dragged hither and yon for days on end, and he knew that he was nearly at his limits. Much more and he would be rendered completely useless, and he would be damned if he let either the naga or the wolf see him collapse.

As they entered the shade of the stone manor, he hid the relief that came from being out of the sun. They followed dim hallways, making their way into the depth of the structure. The wolf said nothing, but merely swayed, his hand moving along the prince’s back, and then further down to his –

Ako clenched his teeth as he felt a soft, furred hand squeezing his rump. That was not what he would allow tonight. If it went any further…

But no. It moved around his hip, instead, moving to his front. He blinked in confusion as it went down between his legs, running under his shenti to –

“At least the slave-traders still have certain standards,” the wolf said as he dragged his fingers along the human’s sack, and then up along his shaft. “Properly shaven, and oiled still. Slick as one could wish.”

“Why are you touching me?”

“The master said I am to tend to every one of your needs, and that includes any you feel for…company.”

The idea of having the wolf under him was surprisingly appealing. Back at home, the touch of another male wasn’t wrong, but it was less common than taking a wife or concubine. Hardly unheard of, however, and even his father had gone for such a lover once or twice on the field of war.

To have a slave beneath him, however…

“Why?”

“Because you humans are valuable. For your rarity more than any other quality, of course, but valuable. The master would wish to see you happy, to bend the knee out of your own free will. And, as such, I am to be at your service…as meager a service as you might do me in return,” the wolf said with a soft sniff, pulling his hand away.

“Do you dare call me small?”

“You’re smaller than most of the slaves the master owns, human. You might want to get used to that fact. But don’t worry. I’ll moan as if you were hung like a stallion,” Heeni said with a wink and a chuckle.

It was as humiliating a statement as one could make, and one that made him all the more furious to hear. He wanted to start another fight, to prove that size meant nothing, but they were passing by many other slaves, many other furred ones that were just as attentive and undressed as the wolf was. If he started a fight, they would be on him just as swiftly as one could imagine, and he was not rested enough to fight that many at once.

He bit his tongue as they made their way to the back of the manor, and only stopped when Heeni did. The gray wolf pulled a leather cloth to the side, revealing a surprisingly opulent room. The air was filled with a soft smoke of incense, sandalwood smells burning through the air. At the far end was a rounded bed covered with rich cushions, the blankets plush and soft to the eye.

On the nightstands beside the bed with bowls of ice, a rich thing indeed in the desert, and beside them pitchers. Perhaps of wine, or of water, but in either case, it would be most welcome.

The room was warmed with lanterns, fed with oil and adding to the soft scent of the smoke. It was as gentle and warm a room as one could ask for, and certainly more than he was expecting out of a slave’s quarters. Ako turned his head to the wolf, raising an eyebrow in an unspoken question. Heeni laughed.

“Did you think that the master would throw a prize slave into a pit? That would be a waste of money, indeed.”

“Isn’t that what you think I am?”

“Yes, but the master does not, and that’s all that matters.”

“Hmmph.”

“You are drying out, human. Perhaps we should lay you down and apply the oils again.”

“…”

“It would do you good, and it will make the pleasures that follow that much better.”

“Hmmph. Don’t pretend you want to do anything with me.”

“No matter how I mock you, the master has asked me to see to your needs. Whatever he asks, I will enjoy.”

There was a trap in this. There couldn’t be anything less than some grand trap to put him in his place, something to rip more of his freedoms away before the naga came to hypnotize him properly. The prince could not believe that there was any real desire for him to be happy under the serpent…

But he was tired. He had fought to survive the trip to the city, fought to maintain his dignity against the slave-traders, and then had fought against the chains thrown against his mind. It had been days of survival, and he was exhausted, sore, and more than a little in need of the pampering he would have received long ago in his father’s lands. It was no longer a question of if he would give in to such luxury. It was a matter of when.

“No tricks,” he muttered, stepping around the wolf to the bed.

“None, human.”

He laid down on the covers, feeling the soft coolness of the untouched blankets wrapping around his chest and the front of his legs. He groaned under his breath, feeling it soothe so many near-burns on his flesh. He had been cooked under the sun for hours, days, and now he finally felt better.

As he rested his face against the pillows, he felt the furred hands of the wolf along his soles, claws and pads and more rubbing against the smooth undersides. Ako grunted, shaking his head, but Heeni didn’t seem to get the message, continuing to touch him. Each stroke was slightly firmer than the last, until it was nearly a massage running along the undersides of his feet.

“What are you doing?”

“You need to relax. And you are dry.”

“Hmmph. The heat’s to blame.”

“You’ll need more oils to keep from cracking, I’m afraid.”

“Hmmph.”

“Lay still, human.”

“I have a name.”

“Slaves do not have names, unless they gain the notice of their master. So far, you haven’t, proud brat.”

Ako hissed at that, lifting his head up, only to have the wolf shove him right back down against the bed. It was not comfortable anymore, and he squirmed against the blankets.

“Listen to me, human. I am at your service due to the master demanding me to be. Tomorrow, I plan on having someone else take my place, but you [i]will[/i] learn respect to our master. He has bought you. Whatever you used to be is gone. Now, you are nothing but a slave.”

“Lies.”

“You will learn. Sooner or later, you will learn.”

“Never…never.”

Heeni sighed, but the pressure on the back of his head ended. He groaned, lifting his head slightly –

“Ah!”

A gasp escaped him at the feeling of something wet and warm against his foot. Whipping his head around, he saw the wolf kneeling at the edge of the bed, a soft tongue flicking over his toes, then moving up along the bottom of his sole. It was surprisingly gentle, and…more than slightly exciting, much as he hated to admit it.

Before he could lash out, however, Heeni lifted his head, pinching with his fingers just under Ako’s toes. The pressure pinned his foot in place, keeping him from pulling it back.

“I know how to tend to your species. You [i]will[/i] relax so you can serve the master tomorrow. I will not be embarrassed by you, oh hairless one.”

“Mmmph…why? Why would it matter?”

“You’ve been put into my care. I have told the master that I will see you better than you were, and that must be done. For him, if not for you.”

“Hmmph. I didn’t make you promise anything.”

“I knew you were clueless. I didn’t know you were stupid.”

“Say that a – ah!”

He gasped as another lick flicked across the bottom of his foot, each lick strangely disarming. More and more, he wondered what sort of oils the slave-traders had applied to him. Every touch across his body had been strangely sensual ever since he’d been bought, and he didn’t know how to handle it. It was so different to anything that he had felt before.

Ako slammed his head back down into the pillows as he tried to hold onto his anger, his indignation, but that was more than slightly difficult when he felt that lick occurring again and again, each time dragging over his soles from a different direction. The broad wolf tongue was never less than warm and wet, never less than soothing, and never less than strangely exciting the more that it worked him over.

Soon, the licks were traveling all the way from his toes to his heel, and he realized that all the residue from the previous oil application was gone. It must have been used up in the late heat of the day on the litter, or walked off while they were walking through the house.

[i]Was he just trying to clean me this whole time? Or was this something else?[/i]

Regardless, he had an erection pressing against the blanket beneath him, and he knew better than to think that this would be the end of it.

Heeni seemed to pull back, taking his time to bring out something else. A bottle, he supposed, hearing the sound of a cork being pulled. Moments later, something cool and thick began to dribble over his feet, running along his soles from his heel to his arches, and then further down along and between his toes. It was more firm than water, and he could feel it sliding between his toes like tongues and fingers.

A little shiver ran down his spine as the wolf started massaging him again, working the oil into his flesh, running it along his heel and up to his ankles, and then along the tops of his feet as well as the bottoms. It tingled slightly along the tops of his feet for some reason, but he didn’t know why until the wolf started to apply it to the backs of his legs.

There, the tingle turned into a slow, not-unpleasant burn. It sunk into his skin, making him itch for a moment or two, but then it faded, almost like the burn had fallen off. He looked over his shoulder again to see what was happening.

Everywhere that the wolf touched, his hair started falling out. Every strand of body hair that had sprouted from his legs fell out, leaving him smooth and soft wherever the oil was applied. It reached up to his knees, then to his thighs.

“Why?” he asked tiredly.

“The master prefers his slaves to be as perfect as possible. A human with hair aside from what lays on his head defeats the purpose.”

He groaned, shaking his head. It was something that he didn’t agree with, but there was little that he could do about it. He was more tired than he thought, and more…more aroused than he wanted to admit as those hands worked him over, almost worshiping him as they worked along his legs.

Even when Heeni reached under his shenti and rubbed his rump, it didn’t feel like the wolf was hungry for it the way that others might have been. It just felt like an application of pleasure, of worship, of kindness to his backside. The squeezing even felt vaguely admiring, as if the wolf might have some respect for the muscles that the prince had built up over the course of his life.

Then again, it might have just been dutiful hedonism, as well.

“Roll over, human.”

Ako groaned, giving the wolf what he wanted and rolling onto his back. The oil was applied to his chest, and the tingle-burn came again, taking with it the hair that he’d grown since he was in his teens. It wasn’t the thick hair that some of the older men in his lands had, but there had been enough to form a trail of sorts leading down to his crotch.

Now, though, he was going smooth. Completely, totally smooth, the oil making him look smoother still, like hands would just glide right off of him.

Heeni straddled him, rubbing along the sides of his face, taking away any remnants of a beard or any other facial hair, though the wolf was kind enough to leave what was left on his head. By the end of it, he felt almost more naked than he had started, like his body had been completely exposed in ways that it had never felt before. He didn’t know if he liked it, but he knew that he was too tired to care.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Nearly. You have another desire.”

“Not one that you need to fulfill.”

“Ah, but I must.”

The wolf’s tail flicked back and forth, and Ako was all too conscious of the way that it tickled his shaft beneath his shenti. He grew stiffer and firmer with each wag, and there was no hiding it. The wolf’s nostrils flared, and he knew that the other slave had smelled it.

“You need more than just a massage.”

“It will go down on its own.”

“And leave you stressed for tomorrow? I can hardly allow my master to deal with a stressed slave.”

“You –”

“You have value, human, but you are new. [i]I[/i] am still the one at the head of the household, under master. [i]You[/i] will listen to [i]me.[/i]”

The wolf’s next tail-flick drew his shenti out of the way, revealing the stiffening member just beneath. Just as the rest of his body had been left smooth, his balls and crotch had received the same treatment. There was nothing but smooth flesh down there, enhancing the differences between him and the other species around.

Heeni smiled at him, lifting his tail that much further, and as the canine backed up, he felt his cock slide between furred cheeks, rubbing against something twitching and warm between them. A pucker that was just waiting for him, it felt like. The human took a breath –

Squelch.

Only for his cock to be taken with ease. He gasped in shock as Heeni pushed back, the wolf taking his shaft without even a need to lube it up. Every little squeeze that the puckered hole gave him tugged him further and further in, and he swore that it was already milking him for seed.

There wasn’t even a hint of discomfort on the wolf’s face. If anything, he looked rather smug about taking him.

“Mmm, you certainly are…something.”

“What – mmph – what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmm? Ah, yes. I told you I’d make you believe you were a stallion, didn’t I?”

“Wha – ah!”

Suddenly, no more than halfway down his shaft, the wolf arched his back. The canine moaned as if he had been filled by something three times the human’s size, and he squeezed down [i]so[/i] hard that Ako felt like his cock was caught in a vise. He huffed, puffed, his eyes rolling back at the sudden pleasure that ran down his spine.

[i]Holy…[/i]

The wolf’s show continued, Heeni moaning with every inch that he took, wiggling his hips side to side, gasping, panting, almost as if he was really taking something that was several times too big for him. The wolf never stopped, though, the other slave working his ass further and further back. Every little bit further Ako slipped in seemed to increase the pleasure, too, leaving the prince panting.

This was no ordinary pleasure slave, he was coming to realize. Heeni must have been trained regularly and often by his master, or by others, to have this sort of flexibility and devotion to his duties. The way that he spoke of the naga, the way that he refused any sort of criticism of his master, spoke well of him.

And it terrified the prince beneath the pleasure that he felt, because he knew what it meant. It meant that he was doomed to being nothing more, and nothing less, than a total slave of the naga lord if he didn’t find some way to fight back. This devotion, this seemingly ‘natural’ devotion, was nothing more than mind-controlled slavery. This was his eventual fate, if he didn’t escape.

“Nnngh!”

Heeni finally reached the base of his cock, and despite the fear building in the back of his mind, the prince couldn’t help but moan. The feeling of that practiced hole around his shaft was more than enough to distract him, and the slow pulsing it continued to do even while the wolf himself was still had him dripping. His balls felt like they were slowly rising up, a traitor to his species as they wanted to breed the slave atop him.

And Heeni seemed to know it. The wolf leaned down, nuzzling his cheek with a smirk on his face.

“You want me.”

“I hate you.”

“And yet, you want me.”

Another squeeze cut off his angry response, forcing his cock to stay hard. Heavens, if he had the energy, he would have flipped this slave over, slammed him onto the bed, and then gotten to rutting him like the little slut that he was.

As it was, the human could barely lay there, occasionally arching his back and hips when the pleasure was particularly strong. It was easier for him to lie there, to allow the wolf to take charge, to let the slave serve.

So, he did. He leaned his head back, and the wolf started moving. Heeni’s hips slapped against his crotch again and again, his shaved flesh somehow more sensitive than it had been before. He could feel every tickling bit of fur against his sac, every little bit of pressure against the sides of his shaft, every bit of weight on his groin. It was a whole new series of sensations, and much as he hated the wolf, he loved what the butler was making him feel.

Ako panted softly as the wolf picked up speed, tail hiked up, soft chuffs and wuffs filling the air as Heeni slammed down on him over and over again. Each time, the wolf let out a moan as if he had been impaled on a beast’s shaft, on something huge and massive beyond reckoning. The moans sounded of a blend of pain and pleasure, as if he was a virgin taking something he could not take.

The sound alone could have gotten someone off, but the sheer tightness of that hole, the slippery wetness his pre-cum left behind, and the ferocity of the wolf’s riding skills were just too much for him to handle. With a final groan, Ako gave in, closing his eyes as he felt his cock throb and squirt.

One, two, three squirts later, Heeni finally relaxed. The tight hole went loose, and the wolf smiled, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“It’s so good to see I haven’t lost my touch. A pity that you’re not master’s size, however. I doubt I’d finish with you inside me.”

“Then get off me.”

“Off? Hardly.”

The wolf smirked as he leaned back, one hand finding the prince’s sac. The orbs inside were rolled around a few times before Heeni shook his head.

“You still have plenty to give. I’m not leaving until these are properly drained. Then, little human, then you can sleep.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]