the young prince has been overworking himself, lately. endless meetings and events and paperwork. the palace sorcerer has noticed it more than anyone. taken an unusually keen interest, in fact.
"your highness," he says, while the prince is at his writing desk. "i think perhaps you need to rest."
"no, no, i'm nearly finished," the prince replies.
"please, i insist," the sorcerer says. "you've stressed yourself. i think i have just the thing to help you."
the prince, after a moment of hesitation, weakly agrees, and follows the sorcerer to his tower, high above the rest of the palace, where no-one will disturb them.
"let me get a pillow for you to sit on," the sorcerer says. "you'll hurt yourself sitting on the stone."
the prince awkwardly tries to balance himself on the pillow, before the sorcerer stops him.
"perhaps it might be better if you kneel?" the sorcerer suggests.
the prince bites his bottom lip. "must i sit on the floor? i'm... not sure about this..."
the sorcerer puts a gentle hand on the prince's shoulder. "please. trust me, your highness."
the little exhale the prince lets out as he settles onto his knees is such a sweet sound. the sorcerer restrains himself, for now.
"there we are," the sorcerer says, and takes a watch from his desk. "shall we begin?"
"a... pocketwatch?" the prince frowns.
"it's all a part of the process," the sorcerer smiles, and lets it hang. "just follow it with your eyes. trust me."
the prince has always been a little too trusting. his eyes swivel back and forth with the watch, as he takes slow breaths, in and out, left to right, in and out, left to right.
"just relax," the sorcerer says, his voice softening. it doesn't take much magic to make the watch an object of intense focus. "let go of all that tension for me."
the prince's shoulders slowly slump, and the sorcerer looks on in delight as the prince tries to resist the slackening of his jaw.
"don't fight it," the sorcerer says. "we want all of those muscles nice and loose."
that was all the prince needed to let his mouth hang open. his body is almost swaying with the movement of the pocketwatch.
"nice and relaxed for me." the sorcerer smiles. he hadn't expected it to be quite so easy. "follow the watch, listen to my voice. that's all you need to do. all you want to do."
the prince nods, beautiful, blank eyes obeying, knees sinking into the silk pillow. he barely blinks. just sits and stares.
"doesn't that feel good?" the sorcerer asks. "letting everything go. letting someone tell you what to do. it's so much easier to obey orders than to give them."
the prince nods again, another part of his mind slipping out with every passing second.
"i'm going to count down from five, and then all you'll have to do is follow my voice. you only need to focus on me. don't you want that?"
"yes," the prince breathes, sounding nothing like himself.
"five, four, three, two... one."
the sorcerer swings the pocketwatch up into his hand, shutting the kaleidoscopic colours away. the prince, the gorgeous, mindless little prince, stares blankly upwards as the sorcerer approaches him and places a hand on his chin.
"that's it. good boy." the sorcerer grins, drawing a thumb across the prince's lip. "you're not thinking at all, are you? just letting my voice fill your pretty head."
drool begins to run down the prince's face.
"i know what you want." the sorcerer's voice drops to a whisper. "what you need. open up, sweet thing."
the prince obediently opens his mouth into a perfect "o" shape, and the sorcerer smiles and undoes his robes.
he intended to take things slowly. but the moment the sorcerer's cock presses against the prince's warm, wet mouth, he can only thrust deeply and groan at the feeling. the prince takes him eagerly, unable to think any further than how desperately he wants this cock down his throat.
"such a good boy," the sorcerer gasps, gripping the prince's hair. "this is what you're perfect for. you make a much better toy than a prince..."
it's all true, when the sorcerer says it, when the prince- the, the toy is kneeling on the floor, nothing but willing to take whatever he is given. the sorcerer can only imagine what more he could do to his little toy, with more time, more practice at dropping him deeper...
the toy moans softly when the sorcerer comes, only pulling away because the sorcerer tugs on his hair. he doesn't close his mouth, and the sorcerer laughs softly as the white liquid starts to mix with the drool.
"swallow, pretty boy," the sorcerer orders, and the toy does as told.
oh, he could never tire of this. a powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a toy on his knees, all but begging to be used. the sorcerer is sure he could have his toy begging in time.
but for now, he steps back, fixes his robes, and hangs the watch in front of the toy's face again.
"follow the watch," the sorcerer says, and the toy fixes his eyes to the colours again. "that's it, good boy. back and forth. now, i'm going to count up to five, and you're going to wake up, and forget all about this."
the toy nods once more, and the sorcerer is almost hesitant to let him come back up. glossy, glazed eyes. but he can always drop the poor, pretty prince back down.
"one, two, three, four... five."
the prince's eyes flutter, and he takes a deep breath. he lets it out with a shaky laugh, and looks up at the sorcerer.
"how do you feel?" the sorcerer asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
"b-better," the prince says, and smiles his sweet little smile. "much better. how did you...?"
"i just had you focus a little," the sorcerer replies. "you've had far too many things on your mind, your highness."
"yes, i... suppose i have," the prince sighs. "i apologise for taking up your precious time for this."
the sorcerer waves him off. "no, it was a pleasure to have you, your highness. do let me know if you're ever in need of another session."
somehow, the prince has a feeling he'll be returning to the tower again, and again, and again. it's... nice, to drift away for a while...
