Gaius makes the young prince's position clear

The young prince knelt at the feet of his tall handsome uncle, the older man's hand still resting on his head. Gaius' cock hovered in front of his face, slick with his saliva and a few sticky strands of cum he hadn't managed to swallow. Even soft and drooping over the dangling balls beneath the thick shaft dwarfed his own tiny stiff one in every single way. Marcus couldn't stop himself from thinking about that, and about the things his uncle had told him as well. What Gaius had said about him seemed so cruel, and yet he couldn't argue with any of it. How could he be a king...or rule a country when a a few stern words from like his uncle had him kneeling on the floor like this sucking cock instead of fighting for the throne that was supposed to be his? Even now, the thought of struggling to his feet, or trying to push back against Gaius seemed utterly impossible, and he couldn't deny the fluttering in his belly or the warmth in his cheeks as he stared at the thick shaft hanging in front of his wet lips, the salty taste of cum tingling on his tongue. When his uncle reached down with his other hand and slid his cock back into his trousers, Marcus felt a faint pang of disappointment that left him gasping in shock.

"I've figured out what I'm going to do with you, nephew." Gaius murmured then, his voice low. His fingers moved, brushing roughly through his nephew's soft silver hair. It...was a bit uncomfortable, but even so the forceful way he touched Marcus sent a warm thrill flooding through the young prince's body. Every time Gaius showed how much bigger and stronger he was, Marcus found himself longing to please his uncle even more...and he just didn't understand why. "I'll announce tomorrow that you're to be taken on as my squire after all, in name anyway. It'll be seen as a mercy sparing you exile or execution, a generous gesture to those fools who still support Castor, giving me time to solidify my rule. And I'll get to keep you right by my side where you belong." Gaius' lips curled into a thin smile, his dark eyes lighting up. Marcus felt his heart beat faster at those words, a longing ache in his chest. Gaius actually...wanted him around? Why did that make...him feel so warm? "You'll have some of the responsibilities of a squire, those few you can handle anyway, but otherwise your duties will be those more suited to a boy like you, serving in such ways as you can." His fingers tightened in the young prince's hair. Marcus gasped as his head was guided up, leaving him staring all the way up his uncle's muscled body and into his stern, handsome face. The young prince shivered, feeling even more exposed and naked before that simmering stare. "I expect obedience. You'll do as I say, when I say it, without question or hesitation. Is that understood, nephew?" Gaius rumbled.

"Yes...uncle." Marcus whimpered. It was clear to even the sheltered prince what his uncle intended for him, that these duties Gaius spoke of would mean...more nights spent like this, more nights pleasuring his uncle in ways he hardly dared to imagine. The thought made his glowing cheeks flush even hotter. He didn't even knew what he wanted anymore, and with his uncle looming over him, so firm and commanding, it just felt like doing everything Gaius wanted was the only choice he had.

"Good, at least you're starting to understand your proper place." Gaius nodded. "Make sure that continues. I do not mean to be cruel, but there will be firm consequences for disobedience or disrespect." Marcus swallowed fearfully, but even as he nervously wondered just what those consequences would be he felt his stiff little dick twitch and ache with anticipation between his legs. "You've been indulged and coddled by that whore Mother of yours far too long, and I intend for that to change. It's time for you to understand where you really belong and how a boy like you should behave to please his betters. Stand up, Marcus." Gaius grunted, letting his hand drop at last. The young prince stumbled to his feet under his uncle's expectant glare. His legs felt weak, trembling underneath him as he straightened. Even standing, he barely stood up to Gaius' chest, and after kneeling at his uncle's feet he was even more aware of the height difference than ever. "Spread your legs, hands by your sides." Gaius snapped coolly.

The firm edge of expectation in the older man's voice meant Marcus didn't even hesitate. Cheeks burning hot, he stood there under his uncle's heated stare, his thighs spread and his tiny dick stiff and twitching. His stomach twisted with a dizzying mixture of shame and anticipation as Gaius glared down at him. Those simmering dark eyes moved down his pale chest and soft belly, then flickered over his pale thighs with clear interest, before darting between them.

"Cute, that suits you, nephew." Gaius chuckled roughly, staring down at his nephew's stiff, little dick. Marcus' hands fluttered by his sides, feeling his small erection twitch and ache under his uncle's gaze. He...felt so nervous and embarrassed he could hardly think, and it was all mixed up with this hot, aching desire inside him that left him flushed and breathing hard. Did he like his uncle staring at him like this? "And still hard, huh? Not that it makes much difference to one that small. Didn't think you'd be enjoying yourself that much." Gaius laughed again, making the young prince's cheeks burn even hotter. Why...why was he enjoying this? "Now touch yourself." His uncle growled, low voice rumbling with anticipation. "I want to see that."

"Uncle..." Marcus whimpered, his fingers trembling as he stared up at the handsome older man towering over him. He couldn't...not that. Not right in front of his uncle...

"Do as I say." Gaius snapped, dark eyes flashing. With a sharp squeal, the young prince reached between his legs, not daring to hesitate for even a moment more. His trembling fingers found his stiff little dick and he awkwardly rubbed along the shaft. Even that hesitant touch made him moan and shudder, hips bucking to thrust his little dick between his shivering fingers. He was so hard...and **** already, just from sucking his uncle's cock. He didn't want this, and yet being made to touch his tiny dick while his uncle glared at him felt way better than furtively trying the same by himself ever had. Heat rose inside him, his bleary gaze drifting over Gaius' body. His uncle...was so big and strong and commanding. A real man...not like him at all. And then sucking that huge, thick cock had just felt...so good and right, the memory sent quivering pleasure through his body even more, drawing soft moans from his trembling lips. Maybe Gaius was right about him after all.

With a shrill yelp, the young prince spurted, sticky cum leaking over his shivering fingers. He whimpered and gasped, his hips twitching while his trembling fingers kept stroking his throbbing shaft through the climax. As the moment of pleasure faded, Marcus slumped forward with a whimpering sigh, his body flushed with aching satisfaction. His limp gaze fell, darting down to his twitching cock, held awkwardly between two fingers as it softened. The few pearly drops clinging to his hand were nowhere near as much cum as his uncle's thick cock had pumped down his throat just minutes ago, that thick load still warm and heavy in his belly. Just another way he didn't measure up at all to a proper man like Gaius.

"Good." Gaius grunted. That one word, and the hint of approval it contained sent a pulse of warmth through the trembling prince. His lips trembled, then curled into a hesitant little smile, cheeks glowing. "Now lick your hand clean." Lost in a dreamy haze, the young prince didn't hesitate, lifting his hand to his lips and carefully lapping up each watery drop of cum with a fluttering tongue. Even the salty taste wasn't as strong as Gaius' had been, and with his head all fuzzy he couldn't deny he way preferred his uncle's to his own. It took a few moments for him to lick up the last of his small spurt, but he kept going anyway, hoping the way Gaius was still gazing down at him meant his uncle was enjoying it. "Okay, stop that now." The young prince paused, his tongue still poking free of his trembling lips. Hand hovering in front of his mouth, his eyes flickered back to the older man towering over him. Still flushed and panting as the last tingling pleasure of his orgasm ebbed away, Marcus gazed limply up at his manly uncle's handsome face, that strong, chiselled jaw and stubbled cheeks that made his knees rather weak even now. Gaius stared back, his lips pursed. Instead of the pleasure or approval the young prince was longing for, his uncle looked...confused and uncertain, brow furrowed and dark eyes narrowed. "Damn you, Marcus." The older man breathed, a hint of disbelief straying into his rough voice. "Your body...those eyes, that pretty face. How am I supposed to resist? I'm just doing what any man would in my position."

"Uncle...Gaius?" Marcus stammered uncertainly. He...didn't understand. Did his uncle want him or not?

"I need to see to my men, make sure the castle's secure." Gaius sighed suddenly, tearing his gaze from Marcus with what seemed like visible strain, his jaw clenched and one hand curled into a fist. "You should get some rest, nephew. You're sleeping in my bed for tonight." He paused a moment, his gaze darting to the silk shift lying on the floor where he'd lifted it from his nephew's body. Then his eyes flickered back to Marcus, simmering with that enticing heat once more that made the young prince's legs tremble. "Don't get dressed." He grunted. "You can use a blanket if you're cold, but I'll be back later and I might want to enjoy you again."

With that, he turned, striding over to where his sword waited by the chair, leaving Marcus still standing in the middle of the room, naked and trembling. The young prince watched uncertainly as his uncle buckled the weapon back around his waist then stepped for the door. He was really leaving? Why...? Marcus felt his heart ache and tremble at the thought. He knew he should be relieved to be away from his uncle with how strange and scary Gaius was acting, but...he was so lost and confused. He didn't understand anything that had happened, what it meant for him. And even remembering the other terrible events of this night made his stomach turn and brought tears to his stinging eyes. He didn't want to think about how that horrible swordfight...or how he was now willingly serving the man who'd maimed his own father. Having Gaius here to just tell him what to do felt better than that, right?

"Uncle..." Marcus began as Gaius eased the door carefully open. His uncle didn't even glance back at him, just stepping out over the threshold, then closing the door behind him. There was a dull click moments later as the key turned, locking the young prince inside this room. Marcus slumped forward with a soft whimper, hot tears dribbling down his cheeks. What was going on? How could this be happening? Why...had Gaius just left him all alone, without explaining anything?

The young prince's tearful gaze flickered to the bed. Maybe...this all was still some terrible nightmare. Maybe if he got some sleep, like this strange, scary version of his handsome uncle had told him to...he'd wake up tomorrow in his own bed, holding that silly book he'd been reading. His mother would come to scold him and get him ready for his lessons, his Father would be sitting on the throne...and Gaius would be far away in his own castle. If this scary dream was right about what had happened between his parents and his uncle, they'd probably never see each other again. The thought made him sniffle hoarsely, trembling hands clutching at his bare legs.

With a strangled whimper, Marcus stumbled over to the bed, his heart aching and empty in his chest. He fell forward onto the sheets, clean and newly made, then curled up, his head resting on one of the pillows. The bed was so big...and this room so empty and quiet. Somehow...he wished his uncle was still here, no matter how scary Gaius was acting. Having that big, strong man lying beside him in these sheets would feel so much better, he was sure. Instead, he was alone. Despite his pain and worries, a sudden wave of exhaustion swept over the tired young prince, and in just a few moments he'd slumped into the mattress and fallen into a deep, troubled sleep.