I’m thinking about being a prince’s royal guard....
(TW cnc, somno, breeding)
The prince must be guarded at all hours, so my fellow royal guards and I watch him day and night. We watch him when he’s sits on his throne, we watch him when he dines in hall, we watch him when he dresses, and bathes, and practices speeches. We watch him at night when he’s asleep on a bed of silk.
Guarding the prince is a full-time responsibility. There are three of us, and we are all young men, unmarried, expert knights, handpicked by the king for our bravery and strength. Two of us are always on guard, while the third rests.
I have been the prince’s guard for three years, since he was sixteen. He’s nineteen now, old enough to marry, but his father is overprotective, and cannot settle on a suitable match.
I think the prince is lonely. Sometimes when I guard him at night he moves in his sleep, and I know he’s dreaming of a lover. My fellow guards are both half in love with the prince, maybe I am too. We are always close to him, devoted to his needs, but we know our place is only to serve.
One night he awakes from a nightmare, jerking suddenly upright in fear, searching the darkness.
“All is well, my prince,” I assure him, and he flops back into bed, but I can see him trembling.
“Just this once...” he trails off, and then begins again, “Just this once, can the two of you come closer?”
“My prince, it’s not proper,” my fellow guard says, though I can see the longing in his eyes.
“Please,” the prince turns to me, “Please, I just need someone to hold me.”
“If your father...” I begin, but he looks so small and frightened. I meet my fellow guard’s eyes, and we reach an unspoken agreement.
I lean my shield and halberd against the wall, and unclip my sword from my belt, positioning it in easy reach. My fellow guard does the same, and we settle ourselves gingerly onto the edge of the prince’s bed, still wearing our mail shirts and coifs.
“No, please,” the prince examines our heavy raiment, “Remove the rest of your gear. I command it.”
Although we both know this is a terrible breach of the rules, my fellow guard and I undress. The prince watches our muscular bodies in the semi-darkness, and beckons us into his soft bed, something we’ve never dared imagine.
Snuggled between our two bodies, the prince soon sleeps, but we both remain awake and on guard, electrified by the strangeness of the situation, and by the prince’s soft small body, nearly naked, and so close between us.
Feeling suddenly daring, I reach out and stroke the prince’s cheek. My fellow guard sees, but does not stop me, as I caress his sleeping face. I run my fingers along his jaw, and trace his collarbone. I let my hand slide down to the hollow of his hip, and hear him moan.
I freeze, but the prince sleeps on, and I continue stroking. My fellow guard watches my boldness, wide-eyed, but soon he can’t resist following suit. Together, we caress our sleeping prince’s soft skin, listening to his quiet breathing.
By unspoken agreement, we gently part his legs, pulling his silken underclothes aside. I can tell my fellow guard has begun to touch himself, and I do the same, using one hand to stroke my cock as I gently touch the soft hair between the sleeping prince’s legs, stroking his swollen clit, and dipping a finger into the surprising wetness of his royal boycunt.
As I press my finger deeper inside him, the prince stirs, and I know I’ve made a grave error. Surely when he wakes he will order us both beheaded for our insolence, but I still can’t resist sliding another finger inside him, feeling him stir sleepily as his tight opening stretches and grows wetter around my probing fingers.
I decide suddenly that if I’m going to be executed tomorrow for besmirching the prince’s honor, I might as well enjoy myself now. My fellow guard seems to have reached the same conclusion, because he meets my eye and reaches over, covering the prince’s soft mouth with his calloused hand.
Seizing my chance, I shift to between the prince’s legs, tearing the delicate silk on his underclothes as I position the tip of my hard cock against the lips of his boycunt. He stirs again, waking now, and I press my cock inside him, holding his legs apart as I thrust deeply, enjoying his tightness.
The prince’s eyes snap open in surprise, and he tries to say something, but it’s muffled by the hand over his mouth. I don’t slow my thrusts, and although he twists and struggles beneath me, the two of us easily keep him pinned.
After a moment he relaxes around my cock, and begins to tentatively move his hips against me as I continue to fuck him. His hands grip the silken sheets, and I can feel his boycunt spasming around me.
The prince is shuddering with pleasure, no longer trying to conceal his enjoyment. His swollen clit throbs visibly, and my fellow guard eyes me enviously. We switch positions, and as he removes his hand from the prince’s mouth I shove my cock down his royal throat, holding him securely by the hair as the other guard begins to thrust.
It’s clear the prince has never sucked a cock before, but he takes up the task with desperate eagerness, sucking and licking his own juices from my cock as I pump in and out of his mouth. My fellow guard rubs the prince’s clit as he fucks him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. I muffle his moan by forcing myself further down his throat, cumming hard and making him cough and choke as my cum floods his throat.
I pull my cock out of the prince’s mouth, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and swallow. But when tries to speak I force his torn, lacy underwear into his mouth, gagging him again. My fellow guard cums hard at the sight of the prince’s newest humiliation, pumping his load deep inside the prince’s wet and fertile boypussy.
By now my cock is aching again, and I pull the quivering prince onto my lap, sinking deep into his cum-slick hole. Holding his small wrists to keep him from moving, I bounce him on my cock, filling his boypussy with a second load.
Afterwards, I hold his highness still while my fellow guard stretches open his ass, and we both take another turn, passing him back and forth between us.
When our fellow guard enters the prince’s chamber just before dawn, he finds the prince tied to the bed, cum leaking from every hole.
“I always suspected our prince wasn’t as pure as he seems,” he says, sliding his cock into the prince’s eager mouth, “But I never guessed he’d make such a slutty little cumdump.”
“I think he’s going to be very obedient for us,” I say, stroking the prince’s soft hair. “Aren’t you, your highness?”
The prince nods around the cock in his mouth, and I retrieve my shield and weapons and leave him at the mercy of his other guards. In eight hours I’ll be back at the prince’s side, and I’m already looking forward to spending another night guarding the prince in his bedchamber.
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