The young prince spends the morning with his uncle

Marcus stirred slowly, his bleary eyes fluttering open to find himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He hadn't slept well at all, and as he shifted on warm sheets he was convinced it was just an awful nightmare that had kept him from rest. Some vivid, feverish dream of Uncle Gaius attacking the castle, cutting off his father's hand...and then with just a few stern words making the young prince kneel at his feet and suck his huge, throbbing cock. He felt his own little dick tingle and his cheeks flush at that last part. It had all felt so very real...he almost swore he could still taste the faintly bitter flavor of his manly uncle's cum. He felt a nervous shiver run down his spine as he it finally filtered through to his tired mind that this definitely wasn't his room either. In fact, it looked just like the one where Gaius had taken him during...that nightmare. Unless...it wasn't a dream at all. Marcus froze at the sound of low, heavy breathing to his right. Biting his lip nervously, the young prince turned his head.

Just as he'd known all along and feared, his uncle lay there on the bed beside him. Gaius was resting on his belly, his head turned away, lying on top of the blankets and only wearing a loose pair of trousers over his legs. The young prince swallowed as his wide gaze flickered down his uncle's naked torso, unable to stop himself from admiring the sculpted muscle of the older man's arms and back. Marcus gasped as he saw a livid white scar running along his uncle's side and then up over one massive, muscled shoulder. The wound must have been awful to leave a mark that large. He'd never known...Gaius had been hurt that badly. How had it even happened? The young prince bit his lip as he worried at that question. It wasn't like the scar made Gaius...any less nice to look at. In fact, the rugged mark curling over his rippling muscles just made him seem even manlier, and Marcus quickly found himself staring limply at the body of the man whose cock he'd sucked just a few hours ago. Even sleeping, Gaius looked so strong and fierce, like any moment he'd stir from his slumber with a snarl, ready to fight...or to grab his naked nephew and do whatever he wanted. Marcus shivered on the bed, that thought making his belly flutter wildly and his dick ache.

No...he shook his head firmly. He couldn't let that happen anymore! No matter how...firm and commanding and handsome Gaius was, he couldn't just give in to the man who'd hurt his Father and wanted to take over the kingdom. He knew he couldn't fight his uncle...Gaius looked like he could snap a bear in half with his bare hands, but that didn't mean he had to just do everything the older man wanted. He could refuse! Next time...Gaius told him to suck his cock...or whatever else, Marcus told himself he'd just refuse, as firmly as he could manage. His uncle...wouldn't hurt him if he just said no, right? Maybe he'd just be thrown in the dungeons instead with his parents, but that was better than willingly sucking the cock of the man who'd stolen his birthright. The young prince shifted uncertainly on the bed, trying to muster his resolve as his cheeks burned at the thought. He still couldn't quite believe he'd done that so willingly...kneeling at his uncle's feet and pleasing the older man that way. His guts twisted with shame, but he couldn't deny the eager tingling between his legs as he remembered taking that massive cock between his lips, how hot it had felt throbbing against his tongue and the taste of his uncle's cum filling him up with eager desire.

At that moment, Gaius stirred beside him with a hoarse, strangled gasp. Marcus froze, watching with wide, anxious eyes as his handsome uncle shifted over the blankets. The older man rose suddenly, lifting himself up with bulging arms and sitting there on the bed. He turned his head, his dark eyes finding Marcus. The young prince felt warm, fluttering heat flood through his body as Gaius stared down at him, that sharp, piercing stare drifting slowly over his pale, naked skin. Marcus couldn't move...all he could do was gaze limply back at his handsome uncle, his soft little dick aching with need between his legs as that hot glare froze him in place on the bed.

"Marcus." The older man grunted at last, his low, rough voice ringing in the young prince's ears. "You're up, good. I admit I was really rather tempted to wake you when I got back last night, but I...decided you could use the rest instead." He paused his dark eyes flickering back up to his nephew's face. His lips curled thoughtfully, and something in that piercing gaze seemed to soften for a moment. "Before any of that though, there's something you should know first. I've always...tried not to regret my choices, but you were right to stop me from killing Castor." Gaius murmured slowly. "I was so convinced I had to, that there was no other way, but it would have been a terrible mistake. You made me see that, nephew...and it showed courage. Thank you."

"Um...you're welcome, Uncle Gaius." Marcus replied in a soft, uncertain voice. He knew he should hate his uncle...or be terrified at least, but hearing those words made his chest feel warm and full all the same. Gaius...the bravest, strongest man he knew, thought he'd been courageous. And of course he was grateful his uncle hadn't ended up killing his Father after all...that would have been so awful! It was Gaius' fault any of this happened, but somehow the handsome older man talking to him in such an intense way while he lay here naked and helpless...just made the young prince want to agree with everything his uncle said.

"I know...what I've done, taking the throne, overthrowing my own brother, must seem so terrible to you right now, but you'll understand in time just how necessary it was." Gaius continued evenly, that same rumbling authority in his voice that brought an even hotter flush to his nephew's cheeks. "There was no other choice, I had to act. And yes...that included making sure you never rule this kingdom, Marcus. A boy like you just isn't suited to leading men, quite the opposite in fact. We both saw that last night, I trust." His gaze narrowed expectantly. The young prince felt his breath catch in his throat as his uncle's words hung in the air. Was Gaius...right about him? He wished he could just stop and think a bit, come up with some way to deny that or defend himself, but with his handsome uncle looming over him like this it was really hard to muster any arguments. Before he could stop himself, he found he was nodding anxiously.

"Yes uncle..." He whispered, his cheeks burning as the words slipped free of his lips. Wasn't he a prince? Wasn't the throne supposed to be his anyway? And yet...he'd never felt more unworthy of his birthright than now, being faced by his intimidating uncle who already seemed every inch the better king.

"Good." Gaius replied. He shifted on the bed, the muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing. Once again his simmering eyes flickered down the young prince's body, lingering on his bare, pale thighs. Marcus didn't even dare move, the breath caught in his throat as his uncle stared down at him with that same fierce desire as last night. "Now then, I believe it's time you see to your morning duties, squire." The older man continued, with a wry grin as he spoke that last word.

"Uncle Gaius?" Marcus stammered, cheeks flushing even hotter. "What do you mean...?" Even as he asked that question, his wide eyes darted between his uncle’s spread legs, where he could already see a large bulge pressing against the inside of the older man's trousers. A strangled whimper escaped his lips as he realized Gaius had an erection...just from staring at him like that. His head spun...his own little dick aching as it stiffened up as well. Why did that make him so excited?

"I'll make it clearer if you like, Marcus." Gaius chuckled roughly. He reached down for his trousers, something rather impatient in how he grabbed at the hem and yanked them down. Marcus gasped hoarsely as his uncle's cock popped free, bobbing in the air. It was just so big...lying down here on his belly it seemed to loom demandingly over the young prince, and so thick and hard as well, throbbing veins coiling up its length. He found his mouth parting, his tongue sliding over his lips as he remembered how that huge shaft had stuffed his mouth so very full. "Well, get to it." Gaius ordered sharply. "Remember what I said last night. I'm not going to **** you to do anything, but we both know where it is you really belong."

Marcus found himself obeying before he could even think, his earlier resolve vanishing like grains of sand between his fingers in the face of his uncle's stern expectation and his own tingling desires. He wriggled forward, moaning softly as his own pathetic little dick rubbed over the blankets underneath him, sending aching tingles through his skin. Awkwardly lifting his bare chest up over one of his uncle's muscled thighs, the young prince opened his mouth wide eagerly and lowered his head towards Gaius' cock. It happened so fast after that. Suddenly his lips were wrapped around the spongy, swollen head, his tongue submissively out and tracing along salty, musky skin. The taste made Marcus shudder, a hot flush of desire seeping into his naked flesh. He stretched his mouth open wider, struggling to **** even more cock between his eager lips. He knew it would feel better for his uncle...but he also just wanted it for himself as well.

The young prince slowly worked his lips further down the older man’s cock, enjoying the way it pulsed and throbbed with heat against his soft tongue. His nose tingled at the musky scent. Gaius even smelled rugged and manly. As he struggled to fit more of the thick, throbbing shaft down his throat, Marcus felt his head go all hot and fuzzy. It was hard to even think right now, like there wasn’t room for anything else but his frantic desire to please his uncle. It was better that way...he could just focus on how amazing this felt and stop worrying over silly, unnecessary things like whether he should be doing it at all.

"Fuck..." Gaius groaned above him, hoarse desire rumbling in his voice. "Barely even have to ask and you're shoving my cock down that sweet throat of yours." Those words made the young prince's belly flutter wildly and his little dick throb, knowing he was pleasing the handsome older man by doing this. He'd always wanted his hero Gaius to be happy with him...to be proud of him, and this seemed like the only way a weak, pathetic boy like him could manage that. And it just felt so...good, to be lying here naked with his lips wrapped tight around a cock that was just so much bigger than his own, tenderly pleasuring it in his own clumsy way. It seemed...right for him to be here, serving and pleasing this handsome older man, just like Gaius had been telling him from the start. He'd never managed to muster any arguments against that even when he'd felt like he should, but...now, he didn't even want to either. Why would he bother fighting this?

Some minutes later, the young prince wasn’t really sure just how long, he had about two thirds of the older man’s thick shaft between his stretched lips, pressing into the back of his throat and bringing tears to his eyes. That discomfort was so easily ignored though. Gaius was sitting back, his jaw clenched and lust burning in his gaze as he stared down at the naked boy between his spread legs. Marcus hoped that meant the older man was getting close. Unlike the last time, his uncle had made no move to grab him, seeming content to sit back and let him do all the work. Somehow that made the young prince that much more eager to do well, like he just had to prove himself worth the one way Gaius seemed to value him. When he heard a low groan of pleasure escape the older man’s lips as his eager tongue traced along the hot, hard shaft filling his mouth, he trembled with delight, feeling the cock pulse wonderfully against his fluttering tongue.

Suddenly, Gaius groaned and shuddered, amazing muscles tensing up. Marcus wrapped his lips tight around the older man's thick shaft, his belly fluttering with eager anticipation. And just like that, a jet of cum erupted in his mouth. The young prince sucked eagerly, his cheeks puffing out as more and more seed squirted onto his waiting tongue. It tasted so good...warm and bitter and salty. Marcus shuddered as it filled his mouth, overpowering everything else. His head spun, his own tiny dick aching so hot and fierce for a moment he was convinced he was going to cum himself just from pleasuring his uncle like this. At last though, Gaius' large warm hand settled in his hair, and he was dragged slowly back until that thick cock popped free of his lips. His cheeks still bulged out as he greedily held as much cum in his mouth as he could manage.

"Now swallow it." Gaius rumbled. Lost in this haze of submissive desire, the young prince didn't hesitate, his slender neck tensing as he swallowed down the thick seed. It felt warm as it slipped down his throat, settling at last in his waiting belly and leaving only teasing traces lingering on his tongue. Marcus raised his head, staring submissively up at his uncle and hoping the handsome older man was pleased with him. His cheeks burned red-hot, and the whole experience had left him aching and trembling with desire, his tiny dick throbbing and stiff between his soft, bare thighs. Gaius stared back at him, a thin smile on his lips that seemed to hint he knew exactly how much his nephew had enjoyed every moment. "Damn it, Marcus." The older man said at last. "I think I might just have to wake up like that everyday from now on." He reached down with a large hand and patted the young prince firmly on the forehead. Marcus found himself nuzzling into those warm, callused fingers as they brushed over his skin. He smiled eagerly, his heart fluttering in his chest as Gaius told him how well he'd done. He'd really rather like it if...his uncle made him do this every morning as well. "Fuck, if there was time, I don't think I could resist doing even more with you, but...that's going to have to wait until tonight. I still have a kingdom to rule after all." Gaius chuckled roughly, playing with a few stray strands of soft silver hair between his callused fingers.

Marcus paused, his eyes flickering anxiously back to his uncle's handsome, stubbled face. Unwelcome reminders of just what was happening here threatened to work their way into his head, but he **** them to one side, focusing instead on this frantic desire to keep his handsome uncle happy with him. There was one urgent question he found he couldn't quite ignore though, one that made his heart ache with nervous worry. If Gaius was leaving already to go and rule the kingdom, what was going to happen to him?