The Royal Captive Vol: 1 to 3 and 4 to 6

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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 1 TO 3


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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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Prince Miro's Capture (Amazon US Top 65 Erotica, 1PFR Top 2, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 35 Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Submission (Amazon DE No. 1 English Erotica, Amazon US Top 90 Erotica, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 30 Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Enslavement (Amazon US Top 75 Erotica, 1PFR No.1 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 4 TO 6

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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Prince Miro's Punishment (1PFR Top 3, Bookstrand Top 65 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Escape (1PFR Top 10, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
Prince Miro's Final Confrontation (1PFR Top 5 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)


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Prince Miro's Punishment

For some reason, this book is still only on PRE-ORDER on Bookstrand. This means they might find the image objectionable. Sigh, this is my second book in a row where retailers have found something wrong with either the description or image.


WARNING: Contains bondage, submission and domination themes that may be offensive to some.

The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, the staggeringly handsome Miro is stripped, bound and exhibited throughout his enemy’s capital. He is brought to Jai’s mother, the beauteous Queen Ariya, who introduces Miro’s long, hard cock and tight asshole to further sinful delights.

But Jai’s quiet brother lurks in the shadows, watching Miro from wounded eyes. What role will Miro play in his enemy’s strange family?


This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Book Four of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.

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The Queen gets up from her throne. She waves a diffident hand. “He will not be out of my sight, I assure you, good general. Does King Jai prohibit the sharing of his new plaything with his mother?”

The general smiles as he glances at me. “I’m sure His Majesty would not deny his own mother her little pleasures, my Queen.”

“Excellent.” The Queen descends onto the floor where I am set upon in my bonds. She studies the beams that are used to support me, as well as the little U-shaped stick holding my cock upright.

Her lily white hand darts out to stroke my shaft and penile head.

“Lovely, simply lovely,” she breathes. “I honestly don’t think I have seen anything so spectacular in a long time.”

She toggles the slim rod inside my penis.

“How firm and long it is,” she gushes.

I’m not sure she’s referring to the rod or my cock. She caresses my balls and tugs at the weights holding them down, and then goes behind me to observe the way the axe handle spears my anus.

“What a beautiful pattern the lash marks make,” she murmurs, her fingers pressing against my newly made strokes.

I steal a glance at my back and buttocks. They are striped with red crisscrosses, but there is not an open wound in sight. Spirus has whipped me well without causing me injury.

The Queen returns to my front again. Lightly flicking my nipple weights back and forth, she says to me, smiling, “I’ll take good care of you in my son’s absence, little pet. Just as you’ll take good care of me.”

My breath stills. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I have been led to believe. Her skin is alabaster, and her eyes deep wells of blue.

She turns to the youth in the white cape and beckons. “Come, Dio.”

The young man hesitates.

“Don’t be a rabbit. Come see the young prince from the enemy camp. It could be you in this state if you’d been caught by that awful King Aeschylus, my son.”

I bridle. My father would never mete out such treatment to his royal prisoners. He may torture them physically in the dungeons, of course, but never would he sexually toy with them. At least, not to my knowledge.

Prince Dio reluctantly rises from his chair. He gathers his white cape around him and takes small steps down the dais where the throne is situated. He joins his mother meekly.

His mother grasps his hand and makes him touch my tumescent shaft, as though he is a child who must be taught to milk his first cow.

“Feel it. Close your hands around it,” she orders.

Prince Miro's Enslavement

The stunningly beautiful Prince Miro is conflicted. His captor, King Jai, has become extremely enamored of him. His best friend – fellow sex slave Tia, who is in love with him – wants him to escape.

When his father negotiates a prisoner exchange, Prince Miro is made to go through several challenges. He must simultaneously best ten men by sword, and then put on a sexual exhibition for revelers in a pavilion of earthly delights.

But Prince Miro plans to assassinate King Jai. When the hour is ripe, will he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,200 words) is Book Three of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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The party continues below the dais. More guests approach the throne to offer trinkets. The mound of treasures and glittering objects before the dais turns into a small hillock. Laughter tinkles everywhere.

Some of the guests grab the semi-naked slaves to fondle their breasts and genitals. The aroma of roasting meat wafts around the billowing curtains and silken sheets. A minstrel plays merry music, and several nude dancing girls frolic in the middle of the floor.

I spy Tia being groped by a red-cheeked guest, who probably has had too much to drink. I bridle with anger. The guest inserts two of his fingers into her exposed vagina, and she tries to fend him off while holding on to a decanter of wine.

Spirus observes me from the other side of the pavilion. He flashes me an evil grin.

King Jai’s voice is smoky with drink and desire as he says to me, “I wish to taste your lips around my cock.”

I am slightly alarmed, because there are guests everywhere, watching our every move. Does he wish to display my sexual slavery in front of so many people?

King Jai smiles as he lifts the front of his robe.

“Come,” he beckons.

Aware of Dimetryon and my father’s other bannermen watching me, I shift my position so that my head is poised at King Jai’s half-hidden cock. Its massive girth rears like a flagpole before my face, obscured from the crowd by my body.

I take it into my mouth. Or at least, I attempt to. It is so huge that I have to stretch my mouth to its maximal capacity to take it in. From my experience in the orgy with King Jai’s generals, I am now quite adept at sucking cock.

I slide the gargantuan cock in and out of my mouth. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as hot eyes rake my back and buttocks, with the beads smacking the carpeted floor of the dais as I rock my body back and forth. My own penis has not lost its tensile turgor.

What does it mean? That I am aroused by all this?

King Jai’s large hands clasp the back of my head, guiding my mouth to take in his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

“Faster,” he says.

I increase the rhythm of my bobbing head. My teeth graze his salty flesh. A soft moan of pleasure uncurls from King Jai’s throat as I continue to pump his cock with my wet mouth. Behind me, the party scales into a frenzy, with laughter and gaiety filling the erotically charged atmosphere.

Then, just as fast as he has pulled me towards him, he pushes my head away from his penis. I am bewildered and dazed, my lips dripping with his pre-cum.

Prince Miro's Submission

The strikingly beautiful Prince Miro has become a sex slave in his enemy's camp. He is publicly displayed and degraded. His lush, firm buttocks are beaten repeatedly with a riding crop.

But the night awaits him with further torments. Prince Miro must now pleasure six battle-hardened generals . . . who will use him in ways he has never imagined possible.

This is Book Two of 'The Royal Captive' series.


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Spirus makes a face at her. He produces a fat wooden rod from behind his back. It is attached to a tail made from real chestnut horsehair. Several leather straps trail from its base. I gaze at it in wonder.

Spirus turns me around. "Bend over."

With mounting dread, I obey. Spirus parts my buttock cheeks and feels for my asshole.

"No." Tia stays his hand. "He is hurt enough already. He needs to heal. If you must do it, he needs lubrication."

Gratefully, I observe Tia as she covers the rod with a generous coating of unguent.

Spirus forces my upper body down on the bed as he prizes my anus open. I close my eyes as the cold, sticky rod slides into my numbed rectum, filling it. It's not as large as King Jai's cock, thank goodness, but it is extremely solid and hard. If I try to move, I can feel its ramrod presence within me, causing me to straighten my pelvic region.

Spirus secures its leather straps around my hips and waist. The horsetail sprouts from between my buttocks in a lavish plume.

I am now a beast of burden. Embarrassment washes in tides from my cheeks to my chest. Surely he does not mean to make me walk amongst the soldiers like this?

But Spirus has not finished humiliating me.

Massaging my cock back and forth in front of the watchful Tia, he ensures that it is firmly tumescent. He then reveals a thin black leather strap with several metal hooks. He ties this around the base of my penis, restricting my circulation so that my shaft is further engorged.

Spirus proceeds to clasp more thin black straps around my shaft - four in succession - as though my cock is a skein of hair that must be braided. My raised cock is now studded with these straps. The final one encircles my bulging purple glans tightly.

"Beautiful," Spirus breathes, admiring his handiwork.

He proceeds to clamp my nipples with two metal clips that bite down hard on my quivering, sensitive flesh. The clips are attached to two thin metal chains. He fastens these to the hooks on the black strap around my penis base so that I can barely stand straight.

My nipples are pulling my cock up in a contest of tightness. Or maybe my cock is pulling my nipples down.

Spirus goes to the entrance of the tent and lifts a flap.

"Bring it in," he orders.

Two guards enter, carrying a medium-sized wooden stock - the kind used to display prisoners at a marketplace to make them objects of ridicule and scorn. The stock has three holes - a large one in the middle and two smaller ones at the sides. A foot long wooden appendage juts out from the thin side of the stock at the level of the central hole.

Releasing several clasps, the guards part the stock longitudinally.

"Stand straight and lift your arms," Spirus commands me.

Tia looks away.