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.

PRINCE MIRO'S CAPTURE

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

Prince Miro is stripped, cruelly bound, and publicly humiliated in ways he would never have imagined. But what mysterious ‘decorations’ and fate does the King have in store for the prince’s hard cock, firm balls and tight, virginal passages?

This is Book One of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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“Come,” he says, tugging me away by my cock. It is like a new toy he cannot bear to part with.

He leads me to a clearing between the tents. A wooden structure has been erected there, consisting of two vertical beams struck into the ground and a horizontal one connecting their tops. Ropes trail from the opposing ends of the horizontal beam.

Spirus and two other soldiers seize me and drag me to the structure. I gaze at the ropes in dismay as they bind my wrists to them. The soldiers haul the ropes higher so that I’m hanging from my straining arms, and my bare feet are hoisted above the ground. My abdomen contorts as they grab my legs and similarly tie my ankles to the opposing vertical beams. My body is viciously pulled into a taut ‘X’, with my only weight support coming from my bruised and chafed wrists.

Soldiers around us laugh and point at my dangling genitals. I’m beyond caring now. I rest my tired head against the bulging muscles of my right biceps. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see several boys setting up a palatial dais in front of me, and covering it with a tasseled woven carpet that must have hailed from the lands of Araby. They place a broad chair on top of the dais and scatter luxurious cushions upon its seat. A few semi-nude slave girls set a low table before the dais. Silver plates of sweetmeats and goblets of wine are laid upon the table.

Spirus twiddles my cock. In my tethered position, my genitals are at the level of his chest.

“Still limp,” he says with a frown. “King Jai would not like this.”
I’m not surprised. I’m exhausted and my body is wracked with little pains.
My survival is paramount. Sex is the last thing on my mind.

“Maybe he needs some help from your hand, Spirus,” says another soldier with a grin.

Spirus begins to massage my cock. His rough palm squeezes and slides down my shaft and head with hard, rapid strokes. I draw in a sharp breath as blood begins to fill my cock.

The soldiers laugh as Spirus continues to pump my penis with the alacrity of an ironmonger stoking a bellows. Finally, my cock stands erect in all its tumescent glory.

“Beautiful,” Spirus breathes, slapping it so that it bounces several times.

“How long do you reckon it is?” asks a soldier.

An industrious boy servant comes up with a measuring instrument. Spirus holds it against my cock.

“Easily a foot long,” he declares proudly, as though he has grown it himself. “Lovely and thick.”

“Then bind it quickly before it deflates.”

Spirus produces a thin leather strap and circles the base of my cock with it, squeezing it so that my shaft becomes further engorged. He wraps the rest of the strap around my testicles. My genitals are now very prominent, bulging from my groin like swollen fruits.