Marcus is led out to the stables and his Father

“There we are...this should keep you nice and close and out of trouble.” Irena cooed as she fastened the long leather leash to the front of Marcus’ collar. Kneeling at her feet, the young prince stared nervously up at her, his stomach twisting nervously inside him. She’d left Luca back in her pet room with Klara just moments ago, taking Marcus with her out into the hallway of her manor. He found himself missing the comforting presence of his pretty friend already, his lips still warm and tingly after those lovely kisses. Everything felt so much less confusing and scary around the tanned boy. It was just...easier to stop worrying and give in when he had his pretty friend with him to show him what to do.

It wasn’t just being separated from Luca that had him on edge though. As she pulled on a pair of long, leather riding boots in front of him, Irena had told him they were both going to see her horses out in the stables now...and she counted the King among that number. Of course Marcus wanted to see his Father and make sure he was alright...but at the same time the young prince felt a cold pit of worry in his belly as he wondered what the Huntress Queen had planned for the two of them. He’d been her meek and obedient bunny ever since she’d taken him, and part of him still wanted to be no matter how embarrassing it was. Everything was better when he just did as she said after all and he’d even managed to enjoy...some of it so far, but his Father would never think that way. Marcus couldn’t imagine how disappointed he’d be when he saw his son still crawling meekly after the woman who held them both captive, with this cage as well! The king would think he was so pathetic for even letting that happen! What kind of man wouldn't even fight against having his own dick locked away like this?

“Nervous again, are you little bunny?” Irena sighed suddenly, reaching down to ruffle his silver hair with a large, warm hand. “Don’t worry. Your Father’s one stubborn male to be sure, but I know what I’m doing, you’ll see. I’ll have him eating out of my hand soon enough and he'll be much happier for it.” Marcus shivered under her palm, frowning faintly. She sounded so sure...but the King would never do as she said that easily! “Ah, if you weren’t as cute as you are I might have to put you over my knee and smack your bottom again for that little doubting look.” The huntress queen chuckled, drawing a nervous whimper from the young prince. He really didn’t want to be spanked! “You’re lucky I’m so indulgent when it comes to adorable boys like you. Speaking of...I have a little present for you before we head out to the stables.”

She turned and reached up onto a shelf next to the door. Marcus gasped in shock as he saw what she was holding out in her hand. A headband almost the same shade of silver as his hair, with a pair of long, white bunny ears attached to it. They looked so real too, with silky, soft fur along the length, and some fuzzy tufts nestled inside along with the cute pink color of what would have been skin. The whole arrangement was actually kind of pretty and cute too. Marcus might have almost been excited to wear them and admire himself in the mirror or something...if he didn’t know she was only making him do it so he could look even more like her pet

“Klara stayed up late last night putting the finishing touches to these darling ears, aren’t they just adorable?” Irena cooed, holding the headband in front of his face to let him see it. “She's really quite taken with you, you know? I might have to give you to her for a night some time, once you're a bit more settled here. Now let's see how they look on you." She leaned over him, lining up the band with his head. For a moment, Marcus almost shrank back or squirmed away, not wanting to have yet another shameful mark of his submission to her along with the tail plug still shoved into his butt or the silver cage locked around his dick. Only, no matter how embarrassing it might be...he didn't dare anger Irena, kneeling there meekly as she slipped the headband over his head and guided it into place. It...fit him very comfortably, the young prince had to admit, the soft band just resting gently in his silver hair. He didn't doubt that with time he would stop noticing it was even there anymore, like he sometimes did with the far more intrusive tail, or even the cage between his legs he kept somehow forgetting about. Marcus shivered at the thought, not wanting to even consider what that might mean. "Oh...gorgeous!" Irena clapped her hands, her face lighting up as she stared eagerly down at him. "You look so adorable! My perfect little bunny!" She sounded so happy, so pleased with him...the young prince couldn't help but smile shyly back despite all his worries. It was hard...to remember he wasn't supposed to like her when she treated him like this. "Oh, as much I just want to spend all day playing with you...I can't just leave your stubborn Father or my other horses alone. Okay, time to go then." The huntress queen grabbed the leash again and give it a little tug as she turned back towards the door, the heels of her riding boots clicking on the wooden floor.

Marcus crawled awkwardly after Irena on hands and knees, following her as she opened the door to her manor and stepped out onto the path beyond. She was walking slowly, setting a gentle pace he didn't have to struggle much to keep up with, but it was a struggle all the same trying to move like this over the ground. It didn't help of course that he could feel his butt wiggling from side to side as his hips moved, making that annoying tail wag in a way that had to make it ever so obvious to anyone watching. His cheeks burned at how shameful he must look like this, naked and cowed, fluffy ears poking up from his head, his dick locked away, and following meekly on all fours behind the woman holding the leash around his neck. It was...easier to forget inside her manor, with Irena just telling him what to do, and pretty Luca to kiss and comfort him, but now, with the cool morning breeze tingling on his bare skin and the sound of birdsong in the air, Marcus found himself shivering with anxious embarrassment, terrified of the moment they'd reach the stables and his Father would see him like this.

Soon, the row of wooden stalls loomed ahead of them, quiet for now. Marcus' nervous gaze flickered past each wooden gate in turn, trying to see into the shadows beyond. There was the one on the end where Irena kept her mare, then where that tall older man who she called Boreus was kept bridled like a stallion...and finally, the stall she'd taken his Father to. The young prince shivered with worry as she led him towards that wooden gate. He couldn't stop thinking about how she'd made him crawl over her knee to be spanked right in front of his Father as a punishment for both of them...and then how she'd tied the King up so cruelly against the wall. Would she try to do something like that again? If she wanted to, did he even dare resist her? He didn't want to be so pathetic in front of his brave Father ever again...but if he made Irena angry she might stop being so gentle with him, or worse decide the King was to blame and punish him too. Wasn't it worth keeping her happy until they were rescued at least? Lost in fearful confusion, Marcus was panting softly, his head spinning, only the gentle tugs on the leash keeping him crawling after her.

Irena paused outside the gate to the stall, peering for a moment into the shadows beyond with an eager smile on her face. She gave the leash another pull, yanking Marcus towards her. The young prince stumbled forward, almost tripping on his face before he managed to catch himself and awkwardly kneel at her feet. His frantic gaze flickered over the entrance to the stall. He couldn't see anything inside from down here, just a slight covering of clean straw over the wooden floor. Maybe he shouldn't see his Father at all! That would be better, right? The King wouldn't have to know his only son was meekly submitting to their captor like this, and he could keep bravely fighting for both of them without worrying about weak, cowardly Marcus who had already given in. Gasping for air, the young prince pulled against the leash, turning his head to stare longingly at the doorway to Irena's manor, where everything had just made so much more sense. The huntress queen made a sharp questioning noise, lowering her head to stare at him at last.

"Oh...my." She breathed. Suddenly she was crouching down in front of him, her rough, callused hand on his cheek. "Little bunny...why are you so scared?" Irena's fingers gently stroked over his skin, as she raised his head to look up at her face. Her dark eyes swam with concern as she stared down at him, making him feel a stab of sharp guilt in his chest for just how worried she looked. "What's wrong, hmmm? You don't want to see your Father after all...you're still worried about what he'll think of you, aren't you?" Marcus whimpered softly, the only reply he could make. He didn't know how she'd guessed so quickly just what he was feeling, but somehow hearing those gentle words while she patted him made it all feel a bit less terrifying. She was the only source of comfort he had...and he couldn't help but cling to that right now. "Oh... you shouldn't be so embarrassed." Irena continued gently. "This is where you males belong, and he'll understand that too soon enough. But even he knows right now that doing what I say is the smarter choice. He was ever so obedient for me last night too when I came out to wash and feed him, just like you. Come in...you'll see he's being a good male too right now." She ruffled Marcus' hair one last time, then rose back to her feet, reaching out to swing open the doors to the stall.

His heart in his mouth, the young prince leaned forward to peer into the stable. His gaze flickered first over the wall where his poor Father had been tied up last night, that horrible plank still sticking out. The cuffs were there...but he sighed with relief when he saw Irena had let the King down just like she'd promised. Instead, his Father was lying in the far corner, his muscular, naked body resting on a pile of straw. His hands had been tied more comfortably, in front of him instead of behind, and rather than that awful bridle he was wearing a smaller gag, like a ball shoved between his lips. Some drool had leaked from his open mouth while he was asleep, but otherwise he seemed...almost comfortable lying there. The bruises from yesterday were almost fading too, and he didn't seem to have any new ones as far as the young prince could see. It definitely wasn't as awful as Marcus had been expecting, and the young prince found himself sighing softly with relief. At least his Father was okay.

"See?" Irena nodded towards the slumbering King. "He didn't give me any more trouble last night, so I was able to give him a few comforts, feed him, wash him, and let him rest. I'm not a cruel woman, but if he'd still been acting up that stubbornly I'd have had to punish him more to make sure he learned better. So, you don't need to be ashamed of showing him just how good you're being, my anxious little bunny." She patted his head again. "After all, he's already doing much the same for me, just...a bit more slowly, that's all." Marcus bit his lip. He didn't...really agree at all. Like, even if his Father had followed a few of Irena's orders last night just to make sure she treated him better, that was nothing like what the young prince himself had done, grovelling at her feet, eating like a dog from a bowl...and even kissing Luca a lot just to please her. Still...maybe it meant the King wouldn't be quite as shocked or disappointed at seeing him like this "I'll tie you up here, so you can watch and see for yourself." Irena continued, taking his leash and neatly tying it off to the side of the gate. She left only a bit of slack, leaving the young prince pinned against the post there. He wouldn't be able to get close to his Father at all, not that he was sure he wanted to right now.

Kneeling there on the clean straw, Marcus watched with wide, nervous eyes as the huntress queen stepped confidently across the stable towards the slumbering King. It didn't sound like she meant to hurt his Father again, but he couldn't help but worry all the same. Back in the manor, Irena could be a kind, gentle mistress who scratched his ears and liked watching her pets kiss in front of her but right now all he could see was her muscled towering figure, so firm and commanding, and the riding crop thrust through her belt. She seemed almost like another person when she stood over his sleeping Father, staring down with a cool look in her icy blue eyes. He swallowed anxiously, his heart pounding, as she crouched there in the straw, reaching down a hand toward the sleeping King.

"Wake up, Castor." Irena said sharply, her hand landing on his muscled shoulder with a sharp crack. The King started awake, making a shocked groan into his gag. He bucked up on the straw, trying to awkwardly rise in a panic, before suddenly seeming to realize where he was. Then his eyes narrowed coldly, and he glared ferociously up at Irena. His arms tensed, the muscles of his shoulders tensing as he pulled against the bonds tying his wrists together like he was trying to snap them in two. Marcus shuddered fearfully, having no doubt that had his Father somehow managed that, he would have tried to throttle Irena in the same instant. "Now, now...remember what I told you last night, my stallion." The huntress queen growled, sounding nothing like as gentle or patient as she had with Marcus. "You're still waking up, so I won't count that little moment of defiance just yet, but keep it up and you'll find the limits of my mercy."

As she spoke to him, the King's eyes widened and he froze in place, not even trying to struggle free a moment longer. Watching from just inside the gate, Marcus found himself a little shocked. Of...course with how scary Irena had sounded he would have given up in an instant rather than face her wrath...but his Father too? What exactly had she said to him last night that had the brave King so willing to obey her?

"Now, up." Irena barked, grabbing Marcus' father by the shoulders and pulling him up with her as she rose. The King's bare feet scrabbled on the straw for a moment before he managed to get them underneath him and straighten, rising to his full height and standing there naked and bound in front of the huntress queen. It was a little shocking to see in that moment that he was actually taller than Irena, even though the young prince had known all along that of course he was. Somehow she'd seemed a lot more imposing when she'd been ordering him around. "Good...you're learning." Irena nodded. Her icy blue eyes flickered along the King's naked body, taking everything in with a certain hungry relish. "You'll make a fine stallion someday soon, Castor, I'll make sure of that. Starting here and now." The king made a shocked noise into his gag, something nervous straying into his gaze for just a moment as he stared back at her. "You've got it..." The huntress queen smirked, reaching up to pat his cheek with her hand. He stiffened, but didn't even try to flinch away. "Your training starts today."

In one smooth motion, she pulled a loop of leather from a hook on the wall of the stable, and tied it neatly to the front of the King's collar. She gave it a little tug as she turned on her heel, not even a hard one or anything, and the King shuffled forward to follow her as she led him towards the gate out the stall where Marcus was kneeling. Just like that, the young prince saw his Father leashed like he was, and not even trying to stop Irena from doing as she pleased with him. He hadn't even fought...or struggled at all! It was all enough to make the boy gasp in stunned surprise, hardly able to believe any of this had happened. The sound made the King stiffen, his dark eyes flickering down until he found his son kneeling just inside the stall. A strangled gasp escaped his lips around the gag. Marcus stared back up at his Father, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what to do! Part of him wanted to run over there and hug the King tight no matter that Irena stood between them, the other part wanted to cower and hide behind the gate so that his Father couldn't see him like this, with these stupid bunny ears on his head, a leather leash around his neck and worst of all, a silver cage gleaming between his legs, locked over his dick. His cheeks burned, his stomach twisting in shame as he just sat there helplessly, hardly daring to breathe.

"That's right Castor..." Irena cooed, glancing back at the King over her shoulder with a smirk. "I've brought along my cute little bunny to watch your training."