Loyalty
The days that Prince Camille Adrienne Remeria visited the city were always exciting days. The boy prince rode in an open carriage so that the citizens could see him clearly. He was dressed head to toe in long, simple robes. A simple circlet on his forehead marked his status. Of course, the Prince had a crown similar to the King's, but it was an uncomfortable piece that he only wore on special occasions. As far as royal wardrobes went, the clothes he wore today were rather simple. Although the garments were very fine and expensive, they still weren't quite dressy enough for even a casual event. But the good prince preferred this wear - He knew that the common people would still look to him with adoring eyes even if he was in a beggar's dress.
The carriage pulled by a large bull-man in the uniform that the castle servants, maids, errants, and other employees wore. In the old days, royals used slaves to pull carriages, but the castle began to employ people to do this, with much better working conditions. Some nobles still used slaves for this purpose, though the King frowned upon it. On each side of the carriage walked two of the Royal Knights, the best warriors in the entire country. They wore a uniform that was reminiscent of the castle employee garb, but much more intricate and made of a high-quality yet durable fabric. They also wore some armor, though only a chestplate and light pauldrons.
One of the two who accompanied the young Prince was Luke, the second-in-command of the Royal Knights and the Prince's most trusted guard. Although he was born a commoner that didn't even have a surname, his peerless swordsmanship earned him a worthy position and made him a well respected man in the country. The Prince was never seen without him. But with the common people he had a reputation of being... A killjoy.
As the Prince was waving and greeting the people, a small group of eager youths approached. Most of them were around or just under the age of the Prince.
"Your Highness! How are you today?" called one.
The Prince smiled that warm, charismatic smile that everyone loved. They loved it because it was so genuine.
"Ah, how are all of you today?" He responded in a friendly tone. He leaned over on one side of the carriage and bade the driver to stop.
"Your Highness, we made you a pie today!" Offered a girl. The treat in a sturdy container and wrapped in a nice cloth - lovingly prepared.
"Oh, why thank you! I'm sure it's delicious!" The Prince said with a smile as he reached down to accept the gift. Luke stepped in and took it instead. The group looked a bit disappointed that they couldn't give him something directly, but weren't surprised. Luke did practically everything for the Prince. But the Prince also was quite used to this behavior from him and continued, to cheer them up, "I believe I have some with tea when we return to the palace. We'll have to get going now though or the maids will make a fuss!" He added a little laugh - The children laughed along with him. "All of you take care now, be good." They responded with a chorus of 'We Will's and the carriage driver resumed walking.
As the city streets became the road into the castle grounds, the Prince spoke. "Sir Luke... I understand that you're supposed to be protective, but it's alright for me to accept their gifts..." The Prince's triangular ears were tilted back a bit as he frowned. As much as people loved his smile, they also hated to see him frown. But thankfully, at this point, there were only guards around to witness it.
"Your Highness, if we allow people to touch you, everyone will try to do it. It is safer this way." He in a tone that suggested he had made this excuse at least once before.
"Surely those children won't harm me, though..."
"... Please understand, your highness..."
"I do, Luke. I'm sorry. I won't mention it again."
But he said that every time.
Later that evening after the Prince had gone to bed and another guard had taken over his guard shift, Luke took a little visit out into the red light district.
Luke was the sort of man who lived for protecting the Prince. More so than any of the guards. He would have been a Royal Guard even if they didn't pay him for it. The Prince was responsible for taking him out of the streets and into a respectable job - He owed his life to him.
He loved the Prince, more than anyone.
His love was so strong that he often had sleepless nights where he stood guard - Not because he was being vigilant, but because he could not stop watching the Prince's peaceful sleeping face. Luke's over protectiveness was not just because he was looking out for the prince's life, but because he couldn't stand seeing anyone lay hands on him. He was always viciously jealous of the servants who dressed him and bathed him, spiting them for laying their dirty fingers on him.
But his love could never be returned. For several reasons.
Now normally Luke never left the Prince even if he needed some personal time, but this time was different. His desire for the Prince was becoming so strong that he was struggling to control himself. Masturbation accompanied with fantasies that would never occur no longer were enough to slake his lust. So this night he sought out something to tide him over for a while.
In a hooded cloak that shaded his face, he found a luxurious brothel in the middle of the red light district. He shopped around for a long while, but none of the men or women he saw were very desirable. Well, some found them desirable, but Luke was quite picky. Eventually one of the hosts lead him to the basement where slaves were sold or auctioned off.
Slavery was a dying business in the capital, with the King cracking down on slave holders, but many businesses such as this one had their collection of wares tucked away from sight. Any of the other Royal Guards would have reported such a place, but Luke's only concern was the Prince. He had no intention of enforcing the law unless he had to do so to keep his job, or unless the Prince specifically asked him to.
He sat down in the auction seats among other prospective owners as a round of bidding had just finished. On the platform the sold slave was being ushered out to her master and a new slave was being brought in.
"And now we have a new piece of merchandise here. We recently purchased him from another auction house in a neighboring city. Let's start the bidding for a night's stay with this lovely creature at 1,000 Pieces."
On the auction block sat, in a polite and tidy manner, a young feline boy. His hair was an untidy golden blonde. His body, naked except for a pair of ragged shorts, was deliciously slender. Luke couldn't take his eyes off of him - He looked so much like the prince.
"1,500 Pieces"
"1,500 Pieces, do I have 2,000?"
"2,000!"
"3,000!"
"4,500!"
The crowd began to settle down.
"4,500 going once!"
Luke spoke up, "10,000 Pieces."
There were a few audible remarks of interest. But no additional bids.
"10,000 going once!"
Quiet.
"Going twice!"
No one spoke up.
"Sold, to the 10,000 bidder! Congratulations."
Eagerly, Luke stood and went to the left side of the auction platform to collect his purchase.
When he reached the room reserved for him, the slave he had purchased was there waiting for him. The boy had managed to clean himself up before Luke arrived, looking clean and wearing slightly nicer clothes. He bowed as Luke entered and said, "H-Hello, Master. Ahh... What can I do for you this evening?"
"Just sit down a moment..." He murmured as he got a better look at his acquisition. The resemblance to the Prince was so uncanny that he wondered if the King had been fooling around with some other woman. But of course, the King was a very upright man, so an illegitimate child was an impossibility. It was a sheer miracle that Luke found someone that looked so similar.
A little shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he took of his cloak.
He could never do this sort of thing with the Prince, but at least he could exercise his desires on his look-a-like.
Still, he was hesitant. Although he wanted so badly to leap on him and ravage his body, he was still guilty as if looking at the real Prince.
He'd have to start simple.
He sat down at the end of the luxurious bed and motioned for the boy to come forward and kneel before him. He was perfectly obedient, and his eyes watched him intently for further orders.
Luke unbuttoned his pants hastily, letting out his already half-hard cock. The boy was clearly trained, as he knew exactly what to do. He watched as his Prince leaned forward and took ahold of his member. The touch of his gentle hands alone made him shutter with delight. The Prince took his head into his mouth and licked it like candy, eliciting a throaty moan from Luke. He reached out to pet his head encouragingly as the boy took more into his mouth. "Mmmm... Camille...." He groaned as he felt his tongue running over the sensitive organ. His lust began to overtake his hesitation and his hips bucked instinctively, jamming in more of his meat into his mouth. The Prince squeaked in surprise but accepted more, swallowing as much as he could fit in. But there was still a few inches of cock left, and Luke wasn't content to leave it untasted. He pushed the Prince's head inward as he made another shove with his hips, pushing the head partially down his throat. The Prince gasped at the sudden force and struggled to breath. Luke mercilessly thrust in and out, barely allowing him the opportunity to occupy the hard dick in his throat. The Prince whimpered pathetically. It only made Luke want to fuck his throat harder. But he gave him a moment to breathe - Instead, he restrained himself from filling the boy with his load for the moment.
He pulled out the wet, hard cock and allowed it to rest at his lips. The image of his throbbing dick at the lips of his liege was just too lustful to resist. He released in the boy's face, both he and the Prince letting out a heavy groan. The boy opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue to catch as much of the spooge as he could, but he still ended up making a mess of himself.
Panting heavily, he stared down adoringly at his prince. His face splotched with white, his cheeks flushed, his own cock hard and drooling precum within his own trousers. Luke was still quite hard.
He pulled the boy up roughly and practically tore his clothes off until his beautiful, slender frame was exposed. He turned the boy around and pulled him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You did good, my pet." He breathed as his hands reached for his nipples and rubbed them sensually. "Do you want more of my sperm?" He asked in a husky tone.
"Yes master.... Ohhhh ahh... Please..." He groaned in a voice that was sickeningly sweet. Luke struggled to resist plowing him right then.
"Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you like the slut you are." He pressed the head of his cock against his tail hole, applying just the slightest pressure to torment him.
"Please... Master... Fuck me... Fuck me hard... Fill me up..."
Luke couldn't resist any further. He jammed his shaft into the Prince as hard as possible, making him scream. Luke growled with pleasure as he picked up a heavy thrusting pace, violently ramming the boy over and over. His hands moved down to take a hold of his smaller cock and jerked him off while he fucked him. The Prince was crying with pain and pleasure as the hot dick slid in and out of his delicate pucker. Luke leaned his head over the Prince's shoulder, nibbling his ear and breathing lusty phrases. "Good bitch. You like this don't you, whore?" The Prince replied only in a heavy moan.
Finally he reached a second climax, blasting another huge load deep inside the Prince's ass. At the same time, the Prince's cock released his hot, stick liquid all over himself. The two cried out lusty groans in unison, held out long until their orgasms ended.
Finally satiated, Luke slid his member out. It was covered in his own spooge. Roughly he pushed down the boy and stood up. The Prince was now a naked, spent slut covered in cum and whimpering on the floor. Luke smiled at his work. He had defiled his purity.
But to finish the job, he pointed his soft cock at him and let flow a stream of hot piss. It splatted on his skin and on the fine tile floor. Amazingly, the Prince sat back up with his mouth open, trying desperately to get a taste of the yellow liquid. He laughed as he aimed upward, making the stream splatter on his forehead and run over his face.
Content, he left the pathetic creature where he lay and collected his cloak to leave.