The young prince pleases Gaius with his submission

Marcus stared at the thick cock in front of his face, stiff and angry, the swollen head seeming to twitch with need. It was so...big and thick, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to fit it in his mouth like his uncle wanted. Under the worry and nervousness churning in his belly, that thought made his cheeks flush hotter and his own tiny stiff erection twitch and ache between his soft thighs. It felt like every time he focused on that just how much bigger his uncle's throbbing cock was, the urge to just slip forward slightly and wrap his lips around that veiny shaft grew more and more overwhelming. He was hardly even sure why he was resisting it anymore, only a vague, unnerving sense that if he gave in now he'd be doing something he could never take back.

"Stop stalling, nephew." Gaius growled, in a voice like the crackling flames of the fire. "If you wish this to stop, say so now, but we both know what your place really is here." The steel in his words made the young prince whimper, but that hard edge chased the last doubts away. Before he could even think to stop it, he leaned forward and suddenly his uncle's cock was pressed against his open lips. He shuddered at that first, tentative touch. The skin was so hot...and when his tongue slid forward, drawn by lingering yearning he hardly understood, it tasted salty, but feeling that thick head pressing on his soft lips felt...so good. It sent a pulse of warmth through his trembling body, his pale cheeks flushing hot and a needy moan rising up his throat. He wouldn't...couldn't stop now. It felt so right kneeling here doing this, just like his uncle wanted. The young prince's tongue fluttered, sliding around the head of Gaius' cock, his eager eyes fixed on the shaft, watching the veins pulse and the thick thing twitch as he lapped at it. As his lips slid back, he saw a drop of pearly pre-cum emerge from the slit, and he couldn't stop himself from darting forward to lick it up as well. The salty taste made him moan again. "That's it Marcus, finally...but I didn't come here for teasing." Gaius grunted above him, and now the lust in his uncle's voice wasn't scary anymore. Instead, that rough, growling hunger directed at him stirred other desires...the urge to please, to do everything this handsome older man wanted.

Gaius didn't want teasing, and somehow, like the knowledge had always been there, Marcus knew just what that meant. Sliding back, leaving a glistening circle of saliva around the head of his uncle's cock, the young prince opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. His eyes were fixed on that thick cock as he dived back forward, wrapping his lips around the shaft. It was thick enough his jaw had to stretch, and his lips were stretched tight just behind the head as he slid forward. His tongue traced along veiny skin, savoring how hard and hot it felt. And the smell of it, seeping into his nostrils as he panted for air around the cock stretching his mouth wide, so spicy and warm and masculine. That heady scent seemed to touch a place deep inside him and leave him even more frantic to get every inch inside his mouth, no matter that it definitely wouldn't fit.

Slowly, he edged forward. His hands were twitching with excitement, waiting down by his bent knees as he leant at the waist to slide himself closer to his uncle and push the cock deeper between his stretched lips, soft, wet flesh forming a tight ring around the veiny shaft. He swallowed, his throat tensing at the first hint of that uncomfortable gagging feeling he knew he should hate. Instead, the strain of knowing just how big his uncle's cock was and how hard it was going to be to fit it down there made him tremble with desire, a hot, eager fluttering blooming in his belly. The young prince slid further forward, working to get the shaft deeper, to taste more of it. Fighting the strain, he slid back a moment until just the head rested in his lips, leaving the veiny skin glistening wet. Then he bent back forward, sliding his lips further and moaning softly as he felt his uncle's cock drive against the back of his throat. His eyes filled with tears, drool leaking from the corners of his straining lips, but he held the shaft there, licking as much of it as he could with his soft tongue.

"Yes..." Gaius rumbled above him, voice deeper and harder than before. "I knew you'd be good at this, as soon as I saw you kneeling at my feet with those gorgeous eyes full of desire, I knew it. I don't even have to say a word and you're working so very hard to please me." Marcus shivered with delight at the praise, even laced as it was with a certain edge of cool contempt. Before he could stop himself, his large eyes fluttered up, drifting over the patch of coarse, black hair at the base of the cock he was sucking, before sliding with appreciation over his uncle's broad, barrel chest and wide shoulders under the tunic. He was moaning softly, his tongue flickering along salty skin, as his teary gaze found Gaius' face. His uncle was staring down at him, dark eyes hooded, his handsome jaw set tight and lips curled in a smirk of obvious appreciation. The young prince stared back submissively, that deep, insistent urge to please rising even hotter inside him as he felt the older man's cool gaze on his bare skin.

He wanted...to make his uncle cum, Marcus realized then, the thought of the cock shoved between his lips pulsing and throbbing as thick seed spurted from the tip made him whimper with desire. He wanted to see desire burning again in that cool glare, listen to Gaius' growls and grunts as he pleasured this handsome older man who'd taken him in hand so easily. That was all he wanted, all he could focus on, and now he worked as hard as he could to make it a reality. Focusing on what he thought might feel good, the young prince moved his head back and forth, sliding his stretched lips along the stiff shaft he was growing to like very much indeed. First, he moved slowly back until just the firm head rested on his tongue, dripping salty pre-cum, his submissive stare fixed on his uncle's face, trying to read what he could from those sharp, handsome features, trying to see what the older man liked. Then he drove forward, trying to **** it deeper each time, fighting the urge to gag or **** as the thick cock pressed against the back of his throat. His tongue slid along the length, running deftly along the throbbing veins. That drew a hoarse grunt of desire from his stoic uncle, so he did it again, teasing the throbbing cock with hungry, fluttering licks.

"Fuck that feels good." Gaius growled suddenly, rumbling desire in his voice that made the young prince moan with warm delight. The older man moved, reaching down an arm and grabbing his nephew firmly by the hair. Marcus let out a squeal of shocked desire as he felt his uncle's fingers gripping him firmly, holding him in place with that thick cock buried halfway down his throat already. Then Gaius thrust, pumping his hips forward while yanking the young prince's head towards his pelvis. Marcus gagged helplessly, **** as the stiff cock drove deeper than it ever had before, punching past the back of his throat. A helpless whimpering noise escaped his lips, his head spinning. Part of him loved this, his tiny dick twitching needily between his legs as his uncle grabbed and used him like a toy, stuffing him full of cock. And yet...tears filled his eyes, dripping down his cheeks, and a hollow ache stung at his chest in amongst the eager desire as his mouth was roughly used. "That's it..." Gaius snarled, like a proud lion growling out his triumph. "Here it comes, you little slut. Take it, every fucking drop." He yanked Marcus forward, thrusting his stiff cock deeper than it had ever gone before.

As the young prince chocked, hardly able to breathe, he felt the thick shaft pulse and swell between his lips and heard his uncle's hoarse grunt fill his ears. He felt the tip twitch, and suddenly hot seed was jetting down his throat, sliding all the way into his waiting belly. Marcus made a whimpering, mewling noise, torn between hot, eager satisfaction as he realized he'd helped his uncle cum at last, and the **** discomfort of having that cock shoved so deep into his throat. His nose was almost pressed against Gaius' pelvis, and with the older man's hand in his hair, holding him tight, he didn't have a hope of squirming back until he was released. He didn't even try...he couldn't, that was how helpless he felt. All he could do was stay here, gagging helplessly as his uncle's heavy balls dumped every drop of cum inside him.

At last, Gaius let out a long, hoarse breath, the rough pleasure in that sound making the gagging young prince's skin tingle. His uncle's hand moved, slowly guiding his head back, sliding his lips back along a cock that still seemed just as hard despite how hard he tried to satisfy it. Marcus gagged and spluttered helplessly, hardly able to see through a mist of tears, the face of the older man a blur above him. He felt the dripping tip of his uncle's cock slide past his tongue, tasting a bitter, salty flavor he realized was the last few drops of cum, and then it popped free of his lips, leaving them hanging open while he gasped for breath, strings of drool leaking from his lips. Chest heaving, all the young prince could do was kneel here, feeling his uncle's fingers on his hair. His own hands still rested on his knees, fingers fluttering. Strange...even when he was ****, he hadn't thought to move them, to push back against his uncle's knees or try to fight free. Instead, he'd just knelt there, obedient and helpless, letting Gaius do everything he wanted. Even that thought sent a tingling ache through Marcus' loins, his own tiny dick entirely ignored as it twitched uselessly between his spread legs.

"Good..." Gaius murmured softly. He eased his grip at last, letting the young prince's hair go, but kept his hand there, settled neatly on Marcus' head. There was something comforting in that after his roughness, and Marcus found himself easing up ever so slightly, pressing himself into that big, warm palm. "I'm glad to see you're finally coming to understand your place. To think Castor wanted you to be king, to rule this country, when all it took was a few sharp words to have you kneeling at my feet. No, that's not what you are. You can't lead men, or take command. Quite the opposite in fact. You're meant for serving, for giving pleasure to real men, and we both know that now." Marcus felt those words wash over him, adding to his confusion and heartsickness. Gaius spoke calmly now, like this was a kindness, but the cruelty in what he said still made the young prince whimper softly. He...was supposed to be king, that's what his father said, what he was being raised for, and now his uncle came and took that from him and told him it was right. Worse, Marcus couldn't find the words to overturn that argument, even in his own head. Gaius was right...all it had taken was a few harsh growls and he'd knelt and pleased the very man who wanted to usurp his birthright, who’d hurt his Father. Even now, his useless little dick twitched eagerly between his legs as he considered that, like the shame and humiliation he should be feeling just added to his pleasure somehow. He didn't know what was going on, he was so confused, and the only certainty in the world seemed like the hand settled gently on his forehead and the firm, lecturing tone of the man who’d done this to him...