More training for the stallions, while Marcus has to watch

Still leashed to the fence, Marcus crouched awkwardly in the grass, watching with wide eyes as Irena ran his father and Boreus through several more of what she called training exercises. She had the two men first walk back and forth across the field while she led them by the reins side by side, then run the same distance as she jogged alongside. Then she made them prance, lifting their legs high as if they were performing her. Any time the king started to falter or try to resist her guidance, her leather riding crop was always ready, landing sharply across his exposed legs or butt to urge him on. She seemed to have an uncanny sense of the exact moment he was even considering resistance, knowing exactly when to push him on with a sharp smack and when to pull back and give him a brief rest to catch his breath. Only long enough for him to recover a little before she was pushing him on again, never giving him a chance to marshal any sort of resistance. Exhausting him by keeping him almost constantly moving, the way a trainer might break a wild stallion in, with the example of Boreus always there to put him in his place as well.

Marcus found his skin tingling nervously just watching all this, and he began to wonder just how long his father could resist under this sort of pressure. How long would it be before the king just stopped even those small acts of rebellion, telling himself they weren't accomplishing anything? How long before he was meekly doing everything she said, settling into the role Irena wanted just like his son already had? No...the young prince shook his head, trying to **** those dumb fears away. His father was way too strong and brave for that. Sure, he'd just been made to suck Boreus' cock like that, with Irena barely even having to flex her control to **** him into it, but that was only because she'd threatened Marcus too! That didn't mean he was going to give in so easily in other ways as well! Right?

To distract himself, the young prince focused on the other man, Irena's...stallion, watching Boreus gallop across the field at the huntress-queen's command, pushing his muscled body to the limits just to please the woman who treated him like an animal. It should have been nothing but awful, seeing a man so broken and trained that he behaved every inch the tamed horse. And yet, Marcus found his wide gaze eagerly following the man's every move all the same. The way the leather straps framed his working limbs, the sweat glistening on his body, droplets trickling down the lines of his amazing muscles, that prancing gait of his that seemed so graceful and sure, all of it made the young prince unable to look away.

Then, he started to notice other things too. The flushed joy on Boreus' face as he ran, the pride in Irena's eyes as she watched him perform for her, even the way he glanced back at his Mistress at the end of every run and grinned and snorted happily around the bit between his teeth when he saw her smiling too, all of it seemed to display the strength of this strange bond between the two of them. To his shock, Marcus even found himself enviously wondering if Irena might one day look at him with such pride and joy on her gorgeous face, as if he were someone important to her. If he worked hard enough, tried to be her good bunny like she wanted, would she see him that way then? Another dumb thought he tried to ignore, but which kept straying back into his head all the same.

Spurred on by his Mistress' encouragement, Boreus effortlessly outmatched the king who struggled alongside him in every one of the training exercises so far, the snorts and contemptuous looks he gave the other man making his feelings clear for this unworthy interloper. It was obvious he had been kept incredibly fit despite his age, and his familiarity with the strict bondage they were both subjected to gave him another advantage too. Still, as the afternoon wore on, Marcus started to notice the older man flagging, the gap between him and the king narrowing more and more. It wasn't hard to tell Boreus found this frustrating, snorting and pawing the ground with a booted foot, his glares at the other man working beside him growing ever more vicious and hateful.

At last, Irena called a halt. Both men were breathing very hard by now, sweat dripping down their bodies and their muscles trembling with exertion. Marcus winced at the sight of his father almost bent double with the strain, the skin of his bare butt glowing red with marks from Irena's vicious crop. She tended to Boreus first, fussing over the stallion as she adjusted the straps of his bondage, before carefully leading him away by the reins. As she walked the older man back towards her stables, Marcus realized to his shock she'd left his father unbound and untended to. The king had realized it too, he saw, as his father straightened up and glanced with narrowed eyes at the reins still dangling from his head with no-one to hold them. If he tried, he could probably make a run for it and leap the fence. Then escape into the forest, try to find a sharp branch of piece of wood to cut his hands free, and work his way out of the rest of those bonds. Or so Marcus imagined it, but even thinking about trying something so naughty and defiant made his stomach twist in fear of what Irena's response might be.

His father seemed to think so too, because he just stood where he was, panting and trying to catch his breath and glaring at the reins like he hated the temptation the represented. Marcus found himself sighing softly, leaning back into the fence he was resting near, though the plug still buried in his butt made it rather hard to find a comfortable position to sit. Even if he knew exactly why the king hadn't risked an escape attempt, it still felt like another in a long and growing list of surrenders from both of them. They were just supposed to wait until Uncle Gaius saved them, the young prince knew that...but how much longer was that going to be? How much would they have given up by then to Irena's demands? What would she have made them do? All these questions swirling through his mind in a sea of lost confusion with no answers he liked.

The huntress queen returned from her stables while the young prince was still lost in thought, the ghost of a smile that flickered across her face when she saw the king still standing there telling them both that she'd expected him to be smart enough to give in. Marcus could only watch helplessly once again as she seized his father's reins and pulled the king's face to hers, murmuring something hotly in his ear. Her other hand darted down between his legs, and the young prince felt his cheeks burn as she grabbed his father between the legs With just a few fluid strokes of her palm, she brought the king to full, throbbing erection, his thick cock twitching in her hand. He was flushed and furious, glaring at the huntress queen but helpless to resist her as she pumped her fist along his length as she grinned with mocking triumph at his weakness.

Marcus shifted in the grass, feeling a jealous heat in his belly at the lewd sight. His own little dick, still trapped within the cage she'd put him on, strained against the cool metal, and he found himself wishing Irena would unlock him quick and do the same for him already! He blushed hot as he remembered the time she had, bending him over in her lap and using her fingers on his butt, bringing him to trembling orgasm without even needing to touch his dick once. Just thinking about it he felt his tight hole clench around the plug, sending warm, distracting tingles through his lower half as he felt the hard thing shift inside him once again. Since then she'd shown no inclination to let him climax again, and of course he was never going to be able to with this stupid cage on his dick! So why was it his father getting this reward now when he'd been the one trying as hard as he could to be a good pet?

The young prince had to watch with a dry mouth and flushed cheeks as the dominant woman reached back behind his father with her free hand. The king's eyes bulged in shock, a hoarse whine escaping his lips between the thick gag, when Irena's knowing fingers slid across his bruised ass and then between his trembling cheeks. When her hand thrust in, it wasn't hard for the young prince to guess she'd **** a digit or two inside him even as she stroked and worked his cock with the other hand. Marcus bit his lip, his jealously swelling, as he saw his father trembling and bucking, helpless in their Mistress' hands while she toyed with him from both ends. When his hips squirmed forward to escape her probing fingers in his ass, she stroked and squeezed at the sensitive head of his cock with other hand, making him whimper and withdraw, only to find himself once again impaled. Her effortless ability to play with the male body and invite whatever reactions seemed to amuse her made Marcus squirm with frustration, wishing with all his heart that it was him wriggling and squirming between his Mistress' fingers. Instead, he was just left here, leashed, caged and ignored!

With a hoarse grunt through his gag, the king's hips bucked suddenly forward, jets of sticky white spraying from his twitching cock and out onto the grass at his feet. Irena's smirk was positively wolfish, as she caught a few drops of cum on her hand, milking them from his twitching shaft with firm, eager thrusts of the fingers still buried in his ass. The king slumped forward, looking lost and helpless, obviously unnerved by his own reactions to that treatment, but unable to deny the effect she'd had on him. Marcus pouted jealously, glaring at his father across the field as his dick strained again and again to stiffen, the cage keeping him stubbornly soft despite the frustrated arousal building in his belly. If it was him, he'd be on his knees thanking Irena for letting him cum!

The huntress queen laughed coldly, amusement sparkling in her icy blue eyes as she watched her new stallion wilt with shame before her. Then, she lifted her hand to her lips, admiring the drops of cum still trickling between her fingers. Her tongue flickered free, and she licked her skin clean, before lowering her hand. Grinning at the king, she took hold of his reins once again, wrapping them around her wrist. He was meek and unresistant this time, as she led him with her back towards the stables, plodding after her on shivering legs with his defeated gaze on the ground.

As both of them ducked into the stalls, Marcus was left alone, leashed to the post still. The young prince squirmed and bit his lip, feeling his body ache with thwarted arousal. He found himself reaching between his legs again and again, only for his fingers to find the cold, unyielding metal of the cage every time. Even his nipples felt horribly sensitive, standing out stiff and tingling in the cool night air, begging to be rubbed and soothed. While the fluffy tail plug buried in his butt was another torment still. The more aroused he got, the more distracting it was, each clench of his insides around the smooth toy sending a shudder of hot need through his yearning body.

When Irena returned at last from her stables, she found him flushed and panting almost as hard as her two stallions had been, even though he had hardly been running up and down the field like they had. The wide smile on her face faded quickly as she got a good look at him, and she darted over, quickly untying his leash from the fence and taking it in her hand instead. Marcus stared pleadingly up at her, silently begging with his eyes for her to take off this stupid cage and do...something about this awful, frustrating arousal filling him up.

"Oh dear..." The huntress queen leaned the squirming boy, reaching out her hand towards him. "I just left you here for a while, didn't I? I got too focused on my handsome new stallion, and forgot all about my adorable little rabbit waiting for me here so obediently. That wasn't very fair on you, was it?" Her fingers rubbed through his hair, scratching around the bunny ear headband and sending little shivers down his spine at the pleasurable feeling. "Ah, I see. You got all excited watching, didn't you?" Irena murmured, a certain rough heat straying into her voice that made Marcus whimper with excitement. "Well...don't worry. I'm finished training them now. I can take you back inside the house where you belong, and we'll see all the others as well. I'll let you have all sorts of fun and games with them. After all, I'm sure Luca's waiting very eagerly to play with you again..."

With those words lingering in the young prince's ears, he was led on all fours back across the grass, crawling after his Mistress with his butt in the air and the fluffy tail plug wagging from side to side between his cheeks. In the haze of frustrated arousal that had his poor dick still struggling to stiffen inside the cage, Marcus was smiling excitedly at the thought of returning to the warm mansion where Irena would be focused on him instead. Not to mention, he'd see Luca again! The cat-boy was so pretty and kind, and his cheeks burned red-hot as he remembered the thrilling little kiss they'd shared last night in the comfort of their basket. His first...real friend, and they'd spent the night naked and pressed against each other, feeling the warmth of Luca's skin on his own tingling flesh. Now...Irena was suggesting she'd let them play together more, and the young prince found he couldn't wait!