The King takes his first steps as a stallion

Some minutes later, Marcus sat awkwardly on his bare butt on the edge of a small paddock. Irena had tied the leash on his neck to one of the fenceposts, giving him just enough room to lie down in the grass, not that he really wanted to. Instead the young prince watched with wide, anxious eyes as the huntress queen lead his father across the field by his own longer leather lead. Castor wore a set of reins too, of course. They were fastened round his scalp and to the sides of the bit gag that was shoved between his teeth, but so far they went unused, the straps dangling down over his bare, muscled chest.

That wasn't even the only cruel bondage she'd tied around Castor's body. The king's arms were pinned behind his back now, slipped into a kind of leather bag that was pulled tight with loops of string to keep them there helplessly trapped and useless. Horses didn't need hands, Irena had told him with a smirk as she'd fastened the thing in place in the stables earlier. Across Castor's chest, he wore a kind of harness made up of buckles and straps that framed the rippling muscles of his abs and shoulders. Finally a pair of long, black leather boots covered his legs, ending above his knees. It was all clearly meant to make Marcus' father look and move like a horse. Even the young prince had to admit to himself that the way the bindings wrapped around the king's naked body and **** him to stumble and shuffle about made him seem so much more like a helpless animal bound to the whims of the woman who called herself their mistress.

Irena pulled the king over to a wooden pole at the center of the field. She slipped the loop at the end of the lead over the top and pulled it tight, before stepping back with a smile to admire her work. The king's head was bowed, his jaw clenched tight around the bit between his teeth, and his eyes were wide and shocked, like he couldn't believe what was happening to him. Marcus shivered at the sight. Even after Irena's demonstration in the stable, he'd still half been expecting his brave, strong father to somehow find a chance to fight, or stand up to the huntress queen and argue fiercely until she backed down. Instead the king had meekly gone along with everything, allowing his body to be trussed up without the slightest struggle. He hadn't even looked at his son once since they'd seen each other, something that made the young prince's chest tight and sore. It still felt like Castor had to be so very ashamed of him for letting Irena put a cage on his dick and dress him up like a rabbit.

"There, now we can get started." Irena announced, a gleeful smile on her face as she stared at Castor. Marcus had seen the same sparkling excitement in her eyes and faint flush on her cheeks when she first slipped these bunny ears over his head. "First, I just want you to get used to walking like this for me, Castor. You're going to step around this pole, nice and slow. I won't be needing you to trot or canter just yet and I'll lead you to set the pace." She swept forward and grabbed the reins dangling over the king's muscled chest in a firm grip. "Come, stallion." The huntress queen tugged on the reins. The king made a muffled grunt around his gag, his head yanked down and forward by her pull on the bridle. His boots dug into the ground, the muscles of his legs tensing as he braced himself against her, refusing to move an inch. "Still so stubborn..." Irena sighed harshly. "You disappoint me."

Still holding the reins taut, she reached down with her other hand, slipping her riding crop free of her belt. Marcus winced at the sight, remembering just how much that horrible thing had stung across his butt when she'd smacked him with it on their first awful night. She'd been treating him so much better since then, but it was a scary reminder of just how dimly she viewed any attempt by her 'animals' to escape her clutches. When she rubbed and patted his hair, fawned over him and Luca kissing or squealed with delight about how cute she thought he was, it was so easy to forget that.

"Listen..." Irena snarled, giving another sharp pull to yank the king's face up to her own. "I always knew you were a rather dumb male, Castor, but I didn't think you were this stupid. Fighting me now, over just walking around a pole? Remember our talk last night, you witless animal. You really think I don't have ways to make you do what I want?" She waved the crop in his face, the leather loop at the end whistling through the air. The king made a muffled snarling noise through the gag, holding her cold glare for a moment. Marcus froze, his heart in his mouth. As much as he'd been expecting his father to fight back, he was terrified what Irena might do as a punishment for that. Then, suddenly and shockingly, Castor slumped forward, his shoulders dropping. He let out a hoarse sigh through the gag, the rebellious strain easing from his muscled body. "That's it, good male." Irena nodded with satisfaction, slipping the crop back into her belt. She turned and gave the reins another tug, not even glancing over her shoulder again like she already knew he'd obey her this time.

Sure enough, the king shuffled forward, awkwardly following after Irena as she walked around the pole. It was clear he was finding staying upright on those heeled boots difficult, having to keep his chest bowed forward to follow her tugs on the reins while unable to use his bound arms to steady himself. The huntress queen was stepping slowly enough that he could just about keep up with her, but he was struggling even with that pace. Marcus leaned forward to watch anxiously, hoping his poor father didn't trip or fall. It really seemed like Castor had come to the same conclusion he had, that it was way better to just keep Irena happy, do everything she wanted and act as her animal, rather than risk her white-hot displeasure. Of course he was happy he wasn't going to have to watch the king get beaten, but somewhere in his heart he'd just been expecting his heroic father to somehow find a way to make Irena back down, even after all this time. Now that nothing of the sort had happened, their situation just felt that much more hopeless. They just had to wait for Uncle Gaius...but how much more would the huntress queen make them do before then?

"Good horsie...you're getting it." Irena cooed, as she pulled Castor on yet another slow, shuffling circuit round the pole. The king flinched and made a hoarse noise through the gag, but kept walking after her all the same, his muscled shoulders rolling from side to side. He seemed to be getting the hang of walking like this at least, and it didn't seem as much like he was going to trip at any moment. Marcus sat back on his haunches and bit his lip as he watched his naked father be led about by their mistress like an exhausted horse. The cool air tingled on his bare skin as he waited silently in the grass. What was he meant to be doing here? Of course he was happy he'd been able to see the king again, even under these circumstances, but now Irena had just left him all alone. It felt...a bit lonely if he was honest. "Alright." The huntress queen pulled to a halt, letting the reins hang loosely in her hands. She turned back on her heel to face the king, her eyes moving slowly over his body with obvious appreciation. "Now it's time to work on making you walk like a proud stallion, and not some stroppy old donkey. I want you standing at attention, Castor, head up, thrusting out that chest of yours while you prance for me like the gorgeous show-pony I just know you can be!" The king's gaze found her, a look of confusion and surprise flickering over his gagged face. "Doubting your mistress, Castor? I ought to paddle your gorgeous behind until it's all lovely and red just for that..." Irena laughed lightly, but as she continued her voice took on a low purr that made Marcus' skin tingle. "At least I know there's one part of you I can have standing at attention whenever I want."

Still using her grip on the reins to hold the king in place, the huntress queen reached down with her free hand between his muscled legs. Marcus gasped in shock as he saw Irena grab his father's large cock in her fingers, lifting the soft length up from where it had dangled over his hanging balls while he'd walked. The king grunted hoarsely through the gag, trying to shrink away, but her grip held him there for her to toy with. The huntress queen had a hungry smirk on her lips as she slowly started pumping her hand up and down his limp cock. Her movements were deliberate and controlled, the jerking motion of her fist never giving the king a moment where she wasn't teasing at his length. Castor was clearly trying to hold back, his muscles tense and his jaw clenched tight around the bit. Only, shockingly quick, his cock started to stiffen up under Irena's skilled attention, twitching in her grasp as it swelled longer and harder with his arousal. It was obvious she knew exactly what she was doing, exactly how to touch even a **** man, and even the king was helpless to resist her.

Marcus felt his own cheeks burn red-hot as he watched the lewd display. Part of him knew he should have torn his gaze from this as soon as it started to spare his poor father any more embarrassment...only, he somehow couldn't look away! His eyes were just fixed on the king's legs, watching Irena stroke along that large, stiff cock that filled her grasp, so much bigger than the one locked away between his own soft thighs. A fluttering tingle started in his belly, his little dick aching in the silver cage. The young prince shifted uncertainly, the movement making his butt clench around the fluffy tail and sending yet another flood of heat up into his core from his quivering hole. He whimpered softly, his lips parting. What was going on? Somehow watching Irena toy with his father, effortlessly teasing the king's huge cock no matter how big and thick it was, had him feeling aroused! Marcus shuddered at the guilt churning in his belly. If he just wasn't naked, with that lump of ivory up his tingling butt and the cage over his cock, he knew he'd never get all hot and needy over something like this!

Now, he found himself staring with wide eyes at what Irena was doing to his poor father, no matter how much he knew he shouldn't! Even worse, he found his need gaze flickering between the king and the huntress queen, her fully clothed and entirely in control, her lips curled in a superior smirk as she stroked and teased at the cock that filled her hand, him naked apart from the bonds that made him helpless to resist her. His muscled body was tense and shivering, and he'd stopped trying to pull away from her grip, utterly in her power despite all his strength. And she just kept playing with his cock, teasing at the head with deft fingers and drawing a hoarse, muffled moan from the king, before she went back to stroking along his full, formidable length.

Marcus felt his own tiny dick start to press uncomfortably against the cage. He shifted and whimpered again, feeling a sharp pang of jealousy as he watched his gorgeous mistress deftly tease his father's cock while his own was locked away. His head spun, filled with visions of her smirking down at him while she gently held his little erection, taming him with her teasing grip. No...that wasn't right. She'd put him bare over her lap instead, laid out for her to do with as she pleased. After teasing, stroking and squeezing his naked flesh until he was wriggling and whimpering with desire, she'd slide a firm finger between his quivering buttcheeks, slip it into his aching, needy hole. And then with firm, confident thrusts, she'd milk his dribbling dick dry the way she had during that blissful night in her tent. The thought made the knot of tension in his belly pull even tighter, drawing a little moan from his lips.

And then...another fantasy intruded, sweeping up on him as he knelt there trembling naked in the grass. Suddenly he couldn't help but imagine himself kneeling in front of Irena, settled meekly at his naked and bound father's feet. Her hand in his hair, keeping him controlled as she gave him his instructions in a firm, voice that would leave him **** but to submit. Obeying her orders like the obedient pet she wanted to make of him, he'd reach up with his soft, pampered hands and take his own father's cock in a gentle grip, stroking that huge, twitching erection like she was, only meaning to please the king instead of tease him at their mistress' command. Maybe even lean up, and take that massive cock between his waiting lips...taste it, suck it, the thought making him moan out loud. He was just a cute little bunny...just a good pet trying to obey, so it was alright, wasn't it? Lost in whimpering need, the young prince felt only a hot, needy thrill that left him trembling.

"There we are!" Irena grinned with triumph. Marcus flinched at the sound, his head still reeling from what he'd just imagined. His dick was still tight in the cage, those naughty, hot tingles fluttering in his belly, but he hurriedly shook his head to chase that awful fantasy away. "At attention, just like I wanted." Irena let her hand drop, leaving Castor's large, stiff cock twitching helplessly in the cool air. The king let out a muffled grunt of shock and frustration, his bucking hips thrusting his erection towards the huntress queen. "What, you don't think I'd actually let you cum?" She laughed. "Not just yet, you'll have to earn that Castor, but it's good to know you already have all the bestial lust of a stallion. Will make you so much easier to tame." Her hand darted back down, and she poked the tip of his erection with her finger, making him grunt hoarsely around the gag. "Now we've got you standing proud the way I'll always want you on display, it's time to continue your training. And Castor, since you were so doubtful I could turn you into the magnificent beast I know you can be, I think you need a proper demonstration of how a proper stallion behaves." Irena continued firmly. Her gaze flickered to Marcus at last, and the young prince shrank back into the grass. He knew with how his cheeks were burning, it had to be obvious how flushed he was, and sure enough the huntress queen's eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement as she gazed at him. "Both of you boys stay right here." She cooed, sounding rather pleased. "I'm going to fetch Boreus."