Marcus aims to please, and succeeds

Burying his blushing face in the sheets, Marcus struggled to focus through the surge of feelings from his lower body. Jack's thick cock seemed to fill him up fit to bursting, so hard and hot against his clenching insides. It was just about bearable now the older man had stopped thrusting it in and out his achingly sensitive butt, but he could still feel his own little dick twitching and aching, soft against his cum-stained belly but somehow still feeling like he was on the verge of spurting all over himself again.

"You okay?" Jack asked above him. He was hiding it well, but the young prince still thought he heard the slight rumble of frustration in his deep voice. It made Marcus sigh against the sheets, very disappointed in himself. No wonder Jack was frustrated with him. He'd just lain here and done nothing while the older man did all the work! Only he didn't know what to do to fix that! He could hardly even move right now! His limbs were twitching, every muscle in his body limp and useless. The thick cock so deep inside his butt had left him utterly helpless.

"I...it feels so good." The young prince babbled, his voice a gasping moan. It was really hard to even speak right now, but he had to **** the words out anyway. "I want to make you feel good too."

"That's what you're worried about?" Jack chuckled hoarsely. He lowered himself down a little, so that his muscled body lay over Marcus' own. The young prince shivered as he felt the older man's hard torso rest against his back. "Don't be." He murmured hotly in Marcus' ear. "Your ass is just so warm and tight. It feels amazing, like it was made for my cock. All you need to do is lie there and take it."

The young prince blushed furiously, biting down on the sheets to muffle a shocked little squeal. Just those words sent another warm pulse of pleasure through his body, like the thought he might be pleasing the older man so much was almost as good as everything else! Jack was moving again now, grinding his hips up and down against Marcus' butt. That big, thick, amazing cock drew out almost the whole way, leaving the young prince gasping and empty, then the older man would drive forward, burying it to the hilt in one long thrust. The young prince could feel every hot, throbbing inch like a pulsing heartbeat inside him. The sheer, stretching fullness of those moments when Jack was buried in his butt gave him more pleasure than anything he'd ever experienced before.

Marcus was squealing and whimpering in a high-pitched voice as that magical spot in his butt was pressed again and again with each hard thrust. His little balls were drawn tight, like every drop of cum had been milked out out of them already, but his little dick was still twitching and aching underneath him like he was spurting again and again. His mind had gone white, his tongue dangling free of his open lips. He couldn't think of anything but Jack's massive cock forcing open his butt, driving so deep and filling him up with hot cum. He wanted it so bad!

The thrusts were coming harder and faster now, Jack grunting and growling above him in a voice that rumbled with hot lust and sent shivers down the young prince's trembling back. Marcus was being pounded into the bed, loud cracks filling his ears as the older man's hips slammed into his trembling butt. It hurt a little, but even that slight sting only added to the white-hot pleasure filling up the young prince fit to bursting. Then Jack slammed his cock as deep as it could go, his heavy sack smacking into Marcus' tiny little one. Those two hefty balls twitched against the young prince's skin, like they were demanding release.

"Fuck...that's it." The older man grunted. "Take it! Take it all!" Marcus could only squeal shrilly in reply as he felt that massive cock pulse and throb with glowing heat inside him. Suddenly it was spraying hot sticky cum from the swollen head, pounded so deep into his aching butt he could hardly stand it. Every inch of him was already stuffed full, that magic spot pressed so hard the pleasure of it just swept everything else away. His eyes rolled up in his head, a strangled little whimper escaping his parted lips. For a moment he was sure he was going to black out from the sheer, amazing pleasure of being pinned down and bred, but then that flow of sticky cum finally eased, and Jack just slumped over him, breathing hard. Just the feeling of the older man's muscled body resting over his own limp, trembling one felt like a comfort, enough to bring the young prince back from the edge of fainting.

Marcus lay there limply for what felt like a long time, taking little panting gasps for air every time he remembered to breathe. Jack's cock was still buried to the hilt inside him, and he felt each moment as it slowly softened and shrunk, leaving his twitching guts clenching forlornly around emptiness. That thick load of hot, sticky cum settled inside him, and the feeling of it so deep in his aching butt made him smile faintly against the sheets.

He'd done it! He'd made Jack feel good after all! Even if he could hardly think how. His memories were already really hazy, but it seemed to have involved a lot of squealing, moaning and wriggling as he was pounded hard over and over by that big, thick, amazing dick! Warm satisfaction settled over the young prince like a fluffy blanket. Not just that aching feeling in his balls that told him they'd been totally milked dry, but something even better. He wanted to just lie here forever buried in these sticky sheets, with Jack's warm body settled gently over his.

Then the older man shifted, lifting himself off Marcus and easing his soft cock out of the young prince's butt at last. Marcus pouted faintly at the unwelcome feeling of emptiness. His whole insides ached to be full again, but he knew he'd have to wait until another time. The young prince turned his head, his bleary, limp gaze finding Jack again. The older man was laying on his back on the other side of the bed. His muscled body was covered in a sheen of glistening sweat, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked even more handsome and amazing now...like the young prince was staring at him through a golden haze. Then his dark eyes flickered down, meeting Marcus' shy gaze with a smile.

"So, your first time. Did you enjoy yourself?" Jack murmured, raising an eyebrow. "Or do I really need to ask that?"

"I...don't think you do." The young prince whispered, his voice hoarse from all the squealing. Jack chuckled again, the low sound of his laughter filling Marcus up with that same comforting warmth. The young prince wriggled across the sweat-stained sheets, forcing his twitching muscles to move until he was pressed right up against the older man's side. Then he shuffled up to rest his head against one muscled shoulder, right where it felt the best to lie. Jack looked shocked for a moment as Marcus nuzzled into him, but then he seemed to relax, lying back on the sheets with a sigh. His big, strong hand moved down until it rested gently on the young prince's back. Marcus smiled again as he felt those big, callused fingers on his pampered skin.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" The older man asked. Marcus just nodded tiredly, his lashes fluttering as his exhausted young body already teetered on the edge of slumber. He felt so warm and safe here, lying against Jack, that it was kind of hard to stay awake at all. His mind was still awash in those glowing feelings of satisfaction, driving any other thought away. It felt like nothing else existed but the pair off them and this bed. That would change in the morning, he knew, but right now he didn't have to care.

As Jack reached down with his other hand and pulled the blankets over the pair of them, the young prince let out a contented little moan, then slipped suddenly away into a deep and dreamless sleep, lying limp and helpless as a kitten against the body of a rebel who'd overthrown his Kingdom.