Boreus demonstrates his mastery

Tied to the pole, his body covered in leather straps and buckles that framed his bulging muscles, the King could only stare with wide worried eyes across the field at his son. Every now and then, he'd pull against the reins binding him there, groaning into the gag when he found no way to slip free. His hands were still trapped behind him and useless, with the bit shoved between his lips he couldn't even use his teeth to try and work the bonds open. It was clear Irena had left nothing to chance in binding the man she considered her new stallion. Still kneeling naked in the grass, Marcus hardly dared to meet his father's gaze right now, even knowing the king was concerned for him. The young prince’s heart was pounding, his cheeks flushed and his dick tingling in it’s cage from the worrying fantasies he’d had while watching Irena try to tame the king.

Marcus shivered and leaned over, the leash around his neck pulling taut, an unwelcome reminder that he was also tied up here. They were alone right now, while Irena was off getting that man…Boreus for whatever reason. His hands were free, it'd be easy for him to just reach up and undo the knot tying him to this fence. Then he could run to his father and help him escape too! And yet...he didn't dare even try. All he could think about was how angry with him Irena would be when she returned and saw how naughty he'd been. He knew that was exactly what his father had told him to do...to go along with the huntress queen for now and wait for the chance of rescue, so why did it make him feel so worthless and cowardly that he couldn't help the king now? All it felt like he could do instead was have these fantasies he didn't want about Irena making him...suck his own father's cock!

His head darted up as he caught a flicker of movement across the field. Irena was stepping back through the wooden gate, a set of leather reins dangling loosely from her hand. Following at her shoulder, was the slightly taller figure of Boreus. The grey-haired man had been bound in much the same way as the King was, his arms tied behind his back, his legs strapped into long boots that came up to his muscled thighs, and his torso and hips wrapped in leather straps that framed his muscles and presented his soft, dangling cock in a way that made the young prince blush hot. Only, where Marcus' father was clearly strained and uncomfortable even wearing the elaborate bindings, Boreus strode across the grass with confidence, his chest out and his steps high and sure. It almost seemed like he was proud to be parading around essentially naked with his mistress leading him by the reins.

Irena led the older man over to the pole at the center of the field, where Marcus' father was waiting. The King's uncertain gaze flickered nervously between the huntress queen and the man following her, clearly wary of what was about to happen. Watching from his place in the grass, the young prince felt his heart pounding with that same anxious worry as she led the bound Boreus over to the pole and paused right in front of his father. What exactly was she planning to do?

"I'm going to show you something very special, Castor..." The huntress queen began with a commanding sneer. “What you could be with the discipline and training that every male needs. What I will make of you once I’m through.” Behind her, Boreus straightened, his eyes flashing as he glared over his mistress’ shoulder at the king with obvious contempt.

Marcus’ father shook his head, snorting through the gag. He turned slightly, facing Irena and standing at his full height. The young prince knew his father's defiance was ever so brave. And yet...even in that moment, he had the worrying thought that with those straps on his body and his mouth filled with the bit the king resembled nothing less than an angry stallion glaring at his trainer before she started breaking him to the bridle. Marcus shivered, knowing that was exactly what Irena would think as well.

"Boreus...my favorite stallion." Irena turned to the grey-haired man and gently unfastened the reins from his bit. Her hands were careful and tender, and as she pulled the strips of leather away her fingers brushed over his cheek. He, in turn leaned into her palm, though his furious gaze stayed fixed on the king the entire time, as if he were convinced the other man would try and attack his mistress at any moment. "Show the new pony how proud you are to be mine." She stepped back and round to his flank, the reins dropping from one hand. With a grin on her face, she reached down and smacked him hard across the hindquarters, the sharp crack of palm on flesh loud enough to make Marcus flinch. Boreus loped forward, setting off across the field at a jog, moving in a large circle around the pole at its centre.

He moved quite fast, shockingly so for a man tied up so strictly. And yet, there was a purposeful grace to his movements, every step in those long boots precise and measured. He raised his knees high to show off his toned legs, his shoulders up and his chest pushed forward. The muscles of his thighs and torso rippled and bulged between the leather straps, his legs spread slightly to show off his dangling cock as it swung from side to side. Marcus felt his cheeks burn hot as he watched the man turn and jog past him, unable to look away from the display. It was like Boreus was showing off for his mistress, a swagger to his steps that spoke of pride in what he was doing for her.

By the the way Irena's eyes shone with delight as she watched his every move she was clearly well-satisfied by the performance. Beside her, the king’s face was a mask of confusion and worry behind his gag. He seemed unable to understand why Boreus was acting that way for Irena’s sake. No matter how much Marcus wished otherwise in that moment, he knew he could grasp it far easier than his father did. Already, he’d done things he’d never dreamed of for the fearsome huntress queen, out of fear of her punishments, yes…but also desperately seeking her approval the way Boreus seemed to be.

“Now gallop, my stallion!” Irena called out, her voice sharp and clear as it echoed across the field. Boreus leapt forward at her command, switching from the jog that had seemed fairly relaxed into a headlong sprint in barely an instant. Marcus gasped in shock, stunned at just how quickly the man was moving around the field. His booted feet hardly seemed to touch the grass between long strides that launched his body almost into the air. His head was bent low, his jaw clenched around the bit, his bare chest rising and falling with gasping pants for air.

Though he ran on two legs, the young prince watching all this couldn’t help but notice the resemblance to a horse at full gallop, like those he’d seen thundering past when his father took him on that hunting trip. As if the strength and stamina it took to run like that wasn’t amazing enough, Boreus was making sure in every move he resembled the animal Irena wished him to be. Just like Luca and the twins inside her house, she’d trained him to behave exactly as she wished. Marcus whimpered softly, shrinking back, remembering how he’d already started acting the scared bunny rabbit this morning to make her pleased with him. How long would it be before someone watching found that same resemblance in him?

“Boreus, here!” Irena called out, as the older man thundered past Marcus on what had been his fourth headlong dash around the grassy field. The stallion obeyed in an instant, turning on his heel to dash over to his mistress, slowing to a jog as he approached her, then pulling to a stop. His muscled body glistened with sweat, trickles flowing over his toned back and down between his firm buttocks. He was panting hard, and yet he held himself tall despite his heaving chest and shoulders. “Magnificent, isn’t he, Castor?” Irena cooed, reaching out a hand to stroke along Boreus’ rippling shoulder. “You should have seen him in his prime. There was no finer male in all Kapria, and combined with my training he won every contest I entered him in. We were such a team, weren’t me, my darling stallion?” She rubbed his head, the gasping man leaning forward into her palm with unmistakeable eagerness. “And even after so many years still a marvel to see. I think such a fine performance deserves a very special reward.” The huntress queen continued, her lips turning into a thin smile as she glanced back over her shoulder at the king, still stroking Boreus tenderly with her hand. “He is way too perfect a stallion to speak, but…we’ve been together long enough I can usually tell what he wants all the same. And right now, poor boy, he's very upset about you being here, Castor." She cooed affectionately, her hand sliding down Boreus' muscled belly. Marcus gasped out as she took the older man's soft cock in her fingers and started gently stroking along the length with her fingers. "What he wants right now, more than anything, is to show you he's still the top stallion in my stables." The huntress queen explained, as her stallion's cock stiffened up in her teasing grasp.

Boreus made a low snorting noise through his gag, his simmering eyes once again fixed on the king. Marcus' father looked uncertain, his wary gaze darting between the pair facing him down. He was taller than both of them, as well-built at least as Boreus and at least ten years younger, but the older man's fury clearly intimidated him all the same. No wonder, Marcus thought, after seeing Boreus run so fast and ably in those awful bonds. As strong and brave a warrior as he was, the king was almost helpless strapped up the same.

"So, Castor, I thought you could show him you know your place by getting on your knees and sucking his cock right now." Irena purred, a faint tremor of eagerness slipping into her voice. The king stiffened in his bindings, then shook his head vigorously, his jaw clenching around his gag. “No?” The huntress queen smirked, her hand pumping up and down the hard length of Boreus’ stiff cock. “Well, someone’s going to have to reward my stallion, and if not you…well, luckily I have another cute male who I’m sure will be much more willing.”

Her dark eyes flickered across the field, and settled on Marcus. The young prince shrank back against the fence, trembling like a leaf as Irena smirked at him. There had been times he’d craved her attention, but right now that cool smirk just made him want to run away and hide. He saw his father’s face turn towards him too, first shock, then anger flaring across his face. The king snarled into his bit, glaring at Irena as he pulled against the reins binding him, straining against the straps on his body. His rippling muscles bulged, but no matter how hard he pulled he couldn’t slip free. At last, he slumped forward, groaning into the gag.

“That’s right, Castor…” Irena purred, her icy blue eyes alight. “If you’re not going to help me give Boreus the reward he deserves, I’ll just have your son, my cute little rabbit, do it instead.” The king’s gaze widened, flickering between Marcus, Irena and the naked figure of Boreus who was watching all this with simmering satisfaction as his mistress toyed with his cock as well as the man he clearly considered his rival. The young prince shivered, unable to even speak a word, as he waited for his father’s decision.