He does, but he goes easy on Marcus

Marcus watched, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed with determination, as Jack unfastened his loincloth. He'd already accepted he was going to have to do some awful things to survive this and escape. There was no doubt in his mind that the evil Lyra would go through with her threat to leave him here overnight if he didn't. He'd freeze to **** for sure. Compared to that, even something as awful as sucking Jack's cock was a small price to pay. Besides, the brawny man had been the only one kind enough to argue in the young prince's favor. Without that, he knew would have been stuck doing something even worse.

Jack eased the loincloth down and his cock popped free. Marcus swallowed anxiously, suddenly wondering if this was possible for him after all. Even soft, it was way bigger than his own, drooping down over a pair of plum-sized balls in a hairy sack. The young prince trembled in the pillory, his feet scrabbling on the stone as he tried to pull away even knowing it wasn't possible.

"Calm down, kid." Jack murmured above him. "I don't do it rough, okay. I know you don't want to do this, but I'll make it as gentle as I can for you." Marcus wanted to scowl and snap, but he couldn't deny the swell of relief he felt at that older man's words. He watched anxiously as Jack stroked that thick shaft with one hairy hand. The man's eyes drifted over the naked young prince with obvious interest, and his cock started to stiffen up. It was getting even bigger now, and Marcus was starting to worry it might not even fit in his mouth. How did this guy have one so big anyway? Fully hard, it was probably four or five times the length of his own little dick. That thought made him shiver again.

"Bite him even once, boy, and I'll pull every single one of your teeth out." Lyra snarled from where she was watching to one side.

"Shut up." Jack growled still stroking along the length of his dick. "If I'm doing this, I don't want to hear you chattering in my ear." Lyra scoffed, but pursed her lips shut. She was looking very interested, her one good eye flickering between Jack's dick and Marcus with unmistakable delight. The thought of her enjoying this made the young prince sick, but he'd already decided he didn't have a choice. "Okay kid." Jack whispered, so quietly Marcus could only just hear. "That's as long as I can make her wait or she'll just do something worse to you later. Open your mouth. I'll make sure I don't hurt you."

Marcus paused, his eyes flickering over the formidable dick hovering in front of his face. It was thick and veiny, as manly and intimidating as Jack himself. The young prince took in a sharp breath, mustering what little courage he could. For some reason, he did trust that the brawny man was going to do as he said and make this easier. Slowly, he let his mouth fall open, knowing he'd have to stretch his jaw to fit that big, spongy head inside.

Jack eased himself forward, holding his dick with one hand and guiding it towards Marcus' open mouth. The young prince felt his nose wrinkle at the smell of it, thick and musky. Even so, he felt a strange fluttering in his belly, a tingling anticipation that he didn't want to understand. He stuck out his tongue, telling himself it was just to make more room. Jack moved the last few inches and suddenly that thick dick slipped between his lips, stretching them around the swollen head. Pressing down on Marcus' tongue, his skin tasted kind of salty, but nowhere near as bad as the young prince had feared.

Just as he'd promised, the brawny man was being gentle, slowly moving his dick in and out with nowhere near the strength his muscly body must be capable of. His toned abs were right in front of Marcus' face in this position. As the young prince struggled to keep still and let this happen his tear-filled eyes flickered over those bulging muscles. It made him feel even funnier, his cheeks blushing hot with something other than shame.

Jack was pushing deeper now, a low grunt escaping his lips with every slow thrust forward. Marcus struggled to swallow and relax his throat as he felt that big, thick dick **** its way down towards the back of his mouth. It filled him up totally, stretching his lips and squashing his tongue. Somehow the feeling wasn't painful though. He could hear Jack's low panting breaths, feel the older man's eyes scorching over his naked butt and thighs. Somehow Lyra and the pillory and everything else awful was just fading away, leaving him alone with this man he'd woken such a hunger in. Struggling to swallow around the thick cock, Marcus felt himself tremble in his binds, a strange tingly feeling starting between his own legs.

Then Jack let out one last low grunt and thrust deep. Marcus gagged and choked as that hard, spongy cock slammed into the back of his throat. He felt it pulsing against his lips, and suddenly something hot and wet was spraying from the tip, coating his throat in oily cum. He swallowed frantically, **** to get it all down before he needed to breathe. The sticky warm stuff slid down his throat, and he could almost feel it settling somewhere in his belly.

Jack slowly drew back, his still-hard cock slipping easily from between Marcus' stretched lips. As it slipped free, the young prince coughed and spluttered, his throat aching a little from that last hard pounding. So much for taking it gently. He craned his neck up and his tear-filled eyes flickered over Jack's muscled torso. The big man was staring down at him, dark eyes fixed on his face. There was something apologetic in his small frown. Then their gazes met. Marcus stared up at his tormentor, struggling to understand why he suddenly didn't hate the man. Even though he'd just had his throat battered, he knew Jack could have been so much harder on him, and somehow that was enough.

"That was fun!" Lyra sneered, her cold voice shattering that strange moment into pieces. She was standing right behind Jack, her face flushed on the unscarred side and her lips wet and parted. "A pretty, pampered prince **** on my right hand man's cum. Just the sweet victory I've been looking forward to so much. We'll have to do this again sometime."

"We're done now, Lyra." Jack grunted, slipping his softening dick back into his loincloth.

"Sure." The scarred woman nodded. "I've got a country to run anyway. So many problems that his parents caused still to fix. We'll start by opening the granaries today, feed all those starving peasants what they won through their own hard labor. We'll ration it out, but there's still more than enough locked away for everyone to eat well for the first time in their lives." Even just talking to the pair of them, she sounded like she was giving another speech, her voice trembling with fire. Coughing in the pillory, Marcus gave her a vicious glare. All these silly things she talked about like they were true! His parents had been great rulers. They'd have never let anyone starve! "Keep an eye on the brat, Jack." She continued, nodding to the big man. "The town's all stirred up after my speech yesterday, and I want my trophy kept alive."

"Will do." Jack nodded. With that, Lyra turned and strode away, her bad leg dragging slightly behind her. Staring after the evil woman, Marcus still found himself wondering what had happened to her. Jack had told him that she had good reasons to hate him. What could that mean? Was it something to do with her awful injuries?

He paused, still locked away naked in the pillory. As promised, Jack was standing beside the awful device, his massive arms crossed over his chest. It wasn't likely anyone would try to hurt him with such an intimidating guardian. Still, Marcus knew he had a long, awful and uncomfortable day ahead of him, naked and exposed for the whole town to gawp at, but he had to stay strong until his parents came to rescue him.