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The Prince’s Boy: 79
Jan. 26th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
79: Kenet
I suppose I should not have been shocked to find the sovereign lord and his mage in bed together.
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The Prince’s Boy: 79
Jan. 26th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
79: Kenet
I suppose I should not have been shocked to find the sovereign lord and his mage in bed together.
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The Prince’s Boy: 78
Jan. 19th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
78: Jorin
My master did not tell me which room he was in. He expected me to find him.
A lesser man might have asked the servants of the household where he could be found. I had no such need. I took a few steps into the shadowed hallway, the shrouds of evening thickening while I did, and closed my eyes.
He had described the connections between bonded masters and slaves as something like strings tying us together. If that was so, I felt the string tug somewhere around my navel. I went in the direction it suggested. I went down the hall and down a set of stairs and pushed through a heavy wooden door into a bedroom.
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The Prince’s Boy: 78
Jan. 19th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
78: Jorin
My master did not tell me which room he was in. He expected me to find him.
A lesser man might have asked the servants of the household where he could be found. I had no such need. I took a few steps into the shadowed hallway, the shrouds of evening thickening while I did, and closed my eyes.
He had described the connections between bonded masters and slaves as something like strings tying us together. If that was so, I felt the string tug somewhere around my navel. I went in the direction it suggested. I went down the hall and down a set of stairs and pushed through a heavy wooden door into a bedroom.
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The Prince’s Boy: 77
Jan. 12th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
77: Kenet
Holding Jorin’s hand, I followed Sergetten down the hallway to another room, then out onto what I thought was a balcony. I soon realized it was more of a terrace built into the side of the hill, looking down over all of Port Aris. The sun was setting behind us and I realized with a start that we must have slept the day away.
Dug out of the hill was an oval pool, large enough for several men to stand in, and water flowed from somewhere above, down a tiled channel, and then flowed out of it to another pool below, and on down. I was surprised to find the water quite hot as I dipped my foot into it.
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The Prince’s Boy: 77
Jan. 12th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
77: Kenet
Holding Jorin’s hand, I followed Sergetten down the hallway to another room, then out onto what I thought was a balcony. I soon realized it was more of a terrace built into the side of the hill, looking down over all of Port Aris. The sun was setting behind us and I realized with a start that we must have slept the day away.
Dug out of the hill was an oval pool, large enough for several men to stand in, and water flowed from somewhere above, down a tiled channel, and then flowed out of it to another pool below, and on down. I was surprised to find the water quite hot as I dipped my foot into it.
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The Prince’s Boy: 76
Jan. 5th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
76: Jorin
How many times had I dreamed that Kenet was in my arms? I had long since lost count. And after all the men who had shared my body and touched my skin since last I had seen him, I had begun to doubt my memory of his scent was true.
If it is a dream, let me enjoy it for a while, I thought, as I buried my nose in golden strands and breathed deep. Oh, how my heart ached at that scent, even if imagined.
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The Prince’s Boy: 76
Jan. 5th, 2011 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
76: Jorin
How many times had I dreamed that Kenet was in my arms? I had long since lost count. And after all the men who had shared my body and touched my skin since last I had seen him, I had begun to doubt my memory of his scent was true.
If it is a dream, let me enjoy it for a while, I thought, as I buried my nose in golden strands and breathed deep. Oh, how my heart ached at that scent, even if imagined.
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The Prince’s Boy: 75
Dec. 29th, 2010 10:00 am75: Kenet
One moment, Lord Solliran had been about to consummate the deed I had fought for so long to stave off.
The next moment, he was gone.
I raised my head to find him sprawled in front of the large hearth, unmoving. A few wisps of smoke rose from the scorched edges of his thin shirt. I wondered for a moment why no one rushed to tend to their lord, then saw it appeared everyone in the room had been knocked from their feet.
I stood to better survey the scene, and various men also began to rise. “Stay down!” I commanded. “Don’t…”
But my voice disappeared as my eyes took in the sight of the two men just beyond Solliran. Sergetten! My long lost tutor wore nothing but a cloak over his shoulders, and under him lay
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The Prince’s Boy: 75
Dec. 29th, 2010 10:00 am75: Kenet
One moment, Lord Solliran had been about to consummate the deed I had fought for so long to stave off.
The next moment, he was gone.
I raised my head to find him sprawled in front of the large hearth, unmoving. A few wisps of smoke rose from the scorched edges of his thin shirt. I wondered for a moment why no one rushed to tend to their lord, then saw it appeared everyone in the room had been knocked from their feet.
I stood to better survey the scene, and various men also began to rise. “Stay down!” I commanded. “Don’t…”
But my voice disappeared as my eyes took in the sight of the two men just beyond Solliran. Sergetten! My long lost tutor wore nothing but a cloak over his shoulders, and under him lay
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The Prince’s Boy: 74
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:00 am74: Jorin
I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.
“No spilling,” he warned.
“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.”
He made a grunt of satisfaction at that, pushing my knees apart a little wider and deepening his thrust.
He moved with a slow, even rhythm, so smooth that I drifted back and forth between sleep and waking a few times, enjoying the sudden realization that he was inside me each time I woke again.
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The Prince’s Boy: 74
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:00 am74: Jorin
I woke from a dream that Sergetten was riding me to find him balls deep in me, withdrawing slowly and then pushing back in slowly. I groaned as the arousal my body had been feeling all along suddenly caught up with my mind, and I shuddered under him.
“No spilling,” he warned.
“No, sir. I am… in no rush for this to end, sir.”
He made a grunt of satisfaction at that, pushing my knees apart a little wider and deepening his thrust.
He moved with a slow, even rhythm, so smooth that I drifted back and forth between sleep and waking a few times, enjoying the sudden realization that he was inside me each time I woke again.
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The Prince’s Boy: 73
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:00 am73: Kenet
I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.
“Master,” I whispered.
One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.
“Must you stay down there?”
He stood and came close to the head of the bed. “My prince, we cannot…”
“You are my master until something changes,” I said. “I say that not as a prince’s decree, but the truth I know in my heart. I have been yours for a long time.”
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The Prince’s Boy: 73
Dec. 15th, 2010 10:00 am73: Kenet
I came to in a bed even more luxurious than the one I had known in my room in the castle, and for a moment I feared the deed was done. I sat up to find I was alone in the bed, with Roichal and Jort each asleep on a low pallet at the foot, one on the right and one on the left, like a pair of hunting dogs.
“Master,” I whispered.
One of Roichal’s eyes opened, and he sat up with a grunt.
“Must you stay down there?”
He stood and came close to the head of the bed. “My prince, we cannot…”
“You are my master until something changes,” I said. “I say that not as a prince’s decree, but the truth I know in my heart. I have been yours for a long time.”
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The Prince’s Boy: 72
Dec. 8th, 2010 10:00 am72: Jorin
I must have lost consciousness, for I do not remember Sergetten dismounting me, and when I woke, I was in a low tent in pitch darkness, wrapped in something warm. I could hear the wind rustling the trees overhead and making the fabric of the tent whisper. I shifted my weight to roll onto my back and realized I was between two warm bodies. As I came to rest, a familiar hand settled on my chest. Sergetten’s.
But another hand slid up my thigh then, and a wet mouth found mine for a quick kiss. Kan. “Welcome back,” he murmured. His hand slid further up my leg, toward my milksacks, but he drew his hand back suddenly, as if burned.
I heard Sergetten chuckle. “Do not put my boy in a compromising position, Kan.”
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The Prince’s Boy: 72
Dec. 8th, 2010 10:00 am72: Jorin
I must have lost consciousness, for I do not remember Sergetten dismounting me, and when I woke, I was in a low tent in pitch darkness, wrapped in something warm. I could hear the wind rustling the trees overhead and making the fabric of the tent whisper. I shifted my weight to roll onto my back and realized I was between two warm bodies. As I came to rest, a familiar hand settled on my chest. Sergetten’s.
But another hand slid up my thigh then, and a wet mouth found mine for a quick kiss. Kan. “Welcome back,” he murmured. His hand slid further up my leg, toward my milksacks, but he drew his hand back suddenly, as if burned.
I heard Sergetten chuckle. “Do not put my boy in a compromising position, Kan.”
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The Prince’s Boy: 71
Dec. 1st, 2010 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
71: Kenet
My cock stayed angry red and erect all the next day. As Roichal strapped me into my wooden seat for that night’s work, Siphal commented on my aching, red member. Men would pay more, he said, for a mouth whore “in heat.” Every man enjoys the fantasy, he explained, that although the whores are jaded to their lot, he is somehow special, more virile, more attractive than the other customers, so much so that for him they become aroused.
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The Prince’s Boy: 71
Dec. 1st, 2010 10:00 am(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)
71: Kenet
My cock stayed angry red and erect all the next day. As Roichal strapped me into my wooden seat for that night’s work, Siphal commented on my aching, red member. Men would pay more, he said, for a mouth whore “in heat.” Every man enjoys the fantasy, he explained, that although the whores are jaded to their lot, he is somehow special, more virile, more attractive than the other customers, so much so that for him they become aroused.
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