Submission of a King

The young prince's wide, anxious gaze flickered between the stiff, naked figure of his father, strapped up and bound like a horse, and then Boreus, standing there with that cold scowl, his hard cock jutting out from between his muscled legs. The King's eyes were wide and confused, like he couldn't quite believe the choice facing him. Marcus though, knew Irena didn't make idle threats. He knew if the King didn't **** himself to obey the huntress queen, it would soon be him kneeling in front of the older stallion, craning his slender neck up to take Boreus' hard, throbbing cock between his soft, pink lips. The thought made the young prince's skin tingle, as he struggled to imagine what it would be like to hold a dick that was rather bigger than his own tiny, caged one inside his mouth. He...could do that though, if it meant sparing his poor father! If the King couldn't, he'd just have to be brave and take his father's place.

Irena was scowling darkly now, clearly angered by her stallion's refusal to obey. She started to turn towards the young prince, her mouth already open to give the command. At that moment, the King pulled made a muffled grunting noise, pulling on his reins. He started nodding vigorously, his eyes wide and ****. Irena's frown turned to a thin smile as she turned back to the King, both triumph and excitement swimming in her icy eyes.

"So, you are going to help me reward my Boreus after all?" The huntress queen cooed. Her hand was still holding Boreus between the legs, her long fingers stroking idly up and down that stiff erection as she spoke. He, meanwhile, was still glaring at the King, his muscled chest rising and falling as he panted with what must have been excitement. "Good. As delightful as it would have been to see your lovely son trying to please my stallion, I'm going to find it so much more satisfying seeing you kneel at his feet, Castor."

The King tensed even more at Irena's words, glaring across the field at her, but then he lowered his head in obvious defeat. Marcus watched, his heart in his mouth, as the huntress queen led her older stallion by her grip on his cock, gently pulling Boreus to the pole where the King was bound. He wanted to say something, to tell Irena and his father that it should be him! This was clearly so difficult for the poor King, he should be the one to throw himself between them and do it instead! Only, once again the words caught in his tensing throat, and all that emerged was a strangled whimper. He knew speaking now would just make Irena furious and probably make her do something even worse as punishment...so why did it feel so awful that he didn't dare?

All the young prince could do was pull feebly against the leash around his neck, and watch with wide eyes as Irena guided Boreus right in front of his father. The two men stared at each other, their, bare muscled chests so close they were almost touching. For a moment, the King held the older stallion's furious glare with level, narrowed eyes, then he slumped back, his gaze darting down to one side. Her lips curled into a smirk of triumph, Irena reached across and loosened the rope that bound the King to the wooden pole, letting it dangle with rather more slack.

"Kneel, stallion." She commanded. The King grunted through his gag, his naked body trembling. Then, he slowly bent over, awkwardly trying to lower himself down in those long leather boots and the straps across his bare flesh. Soon, he was on his knees in front of Boreus and Irena. Standing up, the King was taller than both of them, but now he seemed so much smaller, his head down by the older man's waist. And there, just in front of his gagged mouth, was the other stallion's twitching erection. "Now stay right there, both of you, I think we need one more thing to make this all perfect before we begin." The huntress queen purred, and Marcus shivered as her simmering gaze flickered up to find him. "Let's not have you hiding away all be yourself, my adorable little bunny." She cooed, as she strode across the field towards him. "I think it's best you see this all a little closer. Just so your father remembers exactly why he chose to obey me."

The young prince could only meekly crawl after her as she untied his leash, and pulled him along with it across the grass, his cheeks flushed with shame as he felt his father's anxious gaze on him the entire time. The king must be even more disappointed and upset, now his son was the reason he was going to have to humiliate himself. As if it hadn't have been hard enough for his father to see Marcus crawling obediently at the side of the woman who captured them, naked and leashed, with a fluffy rabbit's tail peeking out from his bare butt and a cage over his dick. The young prince sniffled, his throat going tight. He wished he'd managed to speak up and offer himself instead. If sucking Boreus' cock was all a cowardly, pathetic boy like him could do to help his father, he should have done it! Instead, he'd gotten too scared of Irena again and let the chance slip away.

"You can stay right here and watch, little bunny." The huntress queen ordered. "Don't look away now." She tied the leash in a neat loop around her belt, with enough slack that Marcus could sit in the grass a small distance from her. Then she strode back over to the pair of naked men, the king still kneeling stiffly at Boreus' feet while the older stallion glared down with furious triumph.

Marcus was shivering like a leaf as Irena reached behind his father's head and undid the leather bridle, pulling the straps apart. The bit fell from the King's lips, the gag glistening with saliva as she lifted it away. His mouth finally free, the King's jaw clenched, his muscled chest rising and falling as he stared with wide, anxious eyes at the stiff cock in front of his face. The young prince wondered if his father would speak again, would angrily tell Irena to let them go no matter the punishment it had earned them both last time. When the King, his hero...just stayed silent and stiff, kneeling at the feet of the woman who'd taken them both captive, Marcus wasn't sure if he felt more relief or misery at the sight. It was clear his father meant to go along with Irena's will until they had a proper chance to escape, just as he'd said and at least it made his own obedience feel a little less cowardly. Only, knowing what that would mean for his poor father made the young prince's chest sore and tight. The King fighting now would be worse...of course he knew that, but he didn't want his father to have to do this either! It should have been him....

"Now, Castor..." Irena began, her voice rough with that same hoarse excitement as when she'd had Marcus pleasure her with his tongue. "Show me you can obey after all. Suck his cock." Her hand slipped down to the base of Boreus' erection, aiming the hard organ directly at the kneeling king's mouth. Marcus watched with his own lips parted, his gaze fixed on a scene he was sure he shouldn't want to see, while his proud, strong father leaned meekly forward towards the other stallion's cock. The young prince gasped out as he saw the King's mouth open wide, his tongue slipping free as he awkwardly wrapped his lips around the head of Boreus' erection. The other stallion groaned through his gag, sounding very satisfied. Irena meanwhile, was staring down at the King, her eyes almost glowing and her pale cheeks flushed. She had one hand still holding Boreus' cock in place for Marcus' father to suck, but the other was resting on her stallion's flank, her fingers stroking over his bare skin in a way that looked rather affectionate. Under her tunic, her breasts rose and fell with her eager, panting breaths.

From where he knelt, the young prince could see how **** his father was. The King's face was strained around the cock between his lips, the muscles of his shoulders bulging as he pulled against the bonds holding his arms behind his back. Still, he was awkwardly trying to move his lips along Boreus' cock, his neck tensing as he bent forward slightly to take more of the other man's erection inside his mouth. Marcus could guess his father was trying to get this over with as quickly as he could. And yet, just watching from the fence, the young prince found his cheeks glowing hot as he saw the stiff cock slide into the king's open mouth, the hard shaft pressing down onto waiting lips. Marcus shivered, feeling a strange fluttery feeling in his belly. He couldn't understand why, it made his stomach clench just to think about it...but some deep, horrible part of him was actually finding it a bit exciting watching his poor father kneel in the grass and gingerly suck on another man's cock, while Irena directed all of it for her own pleasure.

"Yes, that's it...suck it, Castor. Please my faithful stallion for me, show me you know your place in my stables." The huntress queen purred, her face flushed with excitement as she stared longingly down at the king. Now Boreus' cock was firmly settled in the king's mouth, she'd stopped holding it ready and had her free hand down between her own legs. From where he sat, Marcus could see her fingers brushing over the front of her robe, touching herself teasingly through her clothing as she watched every moment with rapt attention. "Don't get too excited about this, my darling Boreus." She leaned in towards the older man, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her voice was a hoarse, excited whisper that the young prince could only just about hear. "I know how much you want to show you're the top stallion here, to put this younger man in his place, but...remember, you're still just my horse. You're only getting any of this because I want it." Boreus made a groaning noise through as her teeth fastened around his ear lobe and she gave him a sharp nip. His hips trembled, then drove forward, sliding his cock suddenly deeper into the king's mouth.

Marcus flinched as he heard his father gag suddenly, a **** noise emerging from his tensing throat. The king flinched back, Boreus' cock popping free of his mouth. The older stallion groaned in frustration, his stiff erection twitching and his muscled hips tense. He tried to thrust forward again, but the king turned aside. The young prince saw that stiff cock slide over his father's cheek, smearing a bit of glistening fluid across the skin. Marcus swallowed, his lips suddenly dry as his father flinched away. He felt his dick press a little tighter against the cold metal of the cage fastened over it. Why was Irena making the poor King do this all alone when he clearly couldn't manage? The young prince wished...she'd at least let him help somehow.

"Aww, poor Castor, having trouble?" The huntress queen smirked, panting hotly between each word. "You've been such a good male today, I think I'll help you out. Just stay right there, with your mouth open nice and wide, there's a good horsie." Once again, the king obeyed, though not without a flicker of distaste across his face as he knelt back and opened his mouth, right in front of the twitching cock of the older stallion. The young prince could only stare, his gaze fixed on the lewd scene, as Irena reached down and firmly grabbed Boreus' erection. Her fingers wrapped around that stiff shaft, she started pumping her hand along the length. Boreus let out another hoarse moan through his gag, his eyes lighting up with obvious excitement as the woman who owned him jerked off his throbbing cock.

In just a few moments, the older stallion was tense, the muscles of his well-trained body standing out between the leather straps across his bare skin. His jaw worked around the bit between his teeth, his dark eyes glowing with triumph and lust as his eager gaze flickered between Irena and the other man kneeling at his feet. He shuddered, groaning out again with hoarse desire. Irena gave his stiff cock one last firm stroke, before her fingers squeezed around the base and she purred something hotly in his ear. The thick shaft pulsed in her grasp, Marcus staring at the whole thing with wide eyes, his skin tingling with a dizzying mixture of shame, anxiousness and anticipation.

Suddenly a thick jet of cum sprayed from Boreus' cock, aimed right into the king's waiting mouth. The pearly liquid landed across his tongue. The young prince saw his father flinch back again, his nose wrinkling, but that just meant the next jet spattered across his cheeks and chin. Even still, the king stayed kneeling there, not trying to pull away or run, as more of Boreus' cum jetted from the other stallion's twitching cock to stain his skin and hair. The look in his eyes was one of tired determination, his gaze on the grass at his feet, like he was accepting this as just another humiliation. Marcus could only wish that could be all he felt. Instead, seeing the thick, sticky strings of white clinging to his father's pale skin, his heart beat faster, and the flush across his own cheeks burned even hotter. What...would it feel like, he found himself wondering? To kneel in front of a man like that, and have Irena stare down at him with such lust as she stroked the cock in front of his mouth, ready to feed him a mouthful of white, sticky cum. Again, the cage stopped his tingling dick from hardening, the pressure making him whimper softly.

"Such good males..." Irena moaned, her legs trembling as she stared down with utter delight at the kneeling kind, with cum spattered across his face. "Oh, Castor...you were always so proud, that's why it's just so perfect to see you humbled like this. I wish I'd claimed you so many years ago, but...we can certainly make up for lost time together. And beside, now it means I get to enjoy your darling son as well." The huntress queen purred, her eyes wild with desire as they found Marcus kneeling there in the grass. "My stallions, you've both done well today. A little more training perhaps, then I think it's time I see to my housepets instead."