Marcus grows more confused, before Gaius returns with plans for him

Later that evening, the young prince sat alone in his uncle's room, his gaze on the floor and his full lips curled. Gaius had sent him here earlier with firm instructions to bathe and prepare himself, whatever that meant. He’d washed his naked body carefully in the bath waiting in the other room, and gotten dressed back in just his light robe, but his uncle had yet to reappear. Once again, Marcus was shocked just how miserable that made him feel. Why though? Why was he this **** for Gaius? He couldn’t remember ever being so confused in his life before. Since that frightening moment when he’d realised what Gaius had come to the castle to do, everything had just happened so fast. One moment his uncle had been the horrible brute injuring his father, the next…he’d done everything the older man had wanted, swept up in Gaius' commanding presence and his own longing desires he still scarcely understood.

It had all felt like he'd never had a moment to just sit and think, to figure out what was wrong with him without his uncle looming over him and filling his head with these strange fantasies. But now he finally had that chance and, after spending almost an hour sitting here, he was still no closer to grasping just what was happening. He didn’t understand any of this, and the longer he spent thinking about it, the more lost he felt. Why did Gaius have this strange power over him? Why was he letting any of it happen at all? He should be locked in the dungeons with his Father and Mother, not pining after the man who'd taken their throne! Gaius had told him things that would have made it all fit...told him his place was to serve real men, that he was giving in so willingly to everything because of that. He knew he didn't want that to be true, so why did it make sense, why did it make him feel so hot and tingly to imagine what that might mean for him?

Even now, as Marcus waited for his uncle to return, his belly was fluttering with that strange, nervous anticipation of the night to come, and his stiff dick was pressing against the front of his robe, forming a tiny tent in the fabric between his trembling thighs. He didn't dare even guess what Gaius had planned for him, but somehow his body had already decided he was going to enjoy it. The young prince wasn't going to fool himself any more. He knew in this state he'd be utterly unable to resist his uncle, and he'd go along with anything no matter what the older man wanted him to do. As much as he tried to tell himself to just try and calm down, nothing seemed to work. And the longer he had to sit here and wait, the more on edge he felt.

His head snapped up, his heart skipping what felt like several beats, as he heard the thud of heavy footsteps outside the door. Gaius, it had to be! Marcus felt his cheeks flush hot, a trembling pulse of anticipation passing through his body. His heart was pounding in his chest, his tiny dick aching between his legs, as the door swung open and the tall, muscled figure of his uncle strode through the door. The young prince felt his breath catch in his throat as Gaius' gaze found him, pinning him to the bed as surely as if the older man's strong hands were holding him there.

"Marcus..." Gaius smiled then, his dark eyes simmering in the flickering torchlight. His stare moved slowly over the young prince's body drifting over where the thin robe clung to his slender chest and then down to his bare, pale thighs. "You're ready, good." The older man murmured.

"Ready...for what, uncle?" The young prince asked, his voice high and trembling.

"For whatever I decide to do with you." Gaius replied smoothly. Marcus shivered at those words, and the trembling excitement they woke inside him. His earlier doubts and questions were already starting to slip from his mind, and he felt that same longing urge to please his uncle that had swept him up so easily before. A hoarse whimper escaped his lips as the handsome older man stepped forward across the room. His long strides and the way his heated gaze was fixed unerringly on his nephew made the young prince suddenly think of a hungry lion stalking his prey. Which made Marcus the helpless fawn about to be devoured. The boy shivered again at the thought. What did his uncle...want to do to him now? He still had no idea, but he...was excited to find out. Soon, Gaius stood over him, seeming to loom even taller as the young prince sat on the end of the bed. Marcus found his limp gaze drifting down the older man's body...would he be sucking Gaius' cock again tonight, he wondered with a shiver of desire at the thought. "Strip." Gaius growled the word.

"Yes...uncle." Marcus nodded hurriedly. His hands were already moving to obey the older man's command, darting down to the hem of his robe. He awkwardly bucked up off the bed as he worked it over his hips. He could feel Gaius' gaze like a tingling heat on his skin, moving up his thigh as he bared more and more of his pale flesh. The boy whimpered as he yanked the robe up over his aching erection, his tiny dick twitching in the cool air of the room. As he pulled the clothing up the rest of the way, showing now his slender chest and stiff pink nipples, he could feel that same longing warmth settle over his body. It was so easy just to give in, and Marcus found he didn't have the strength to fight. He held the robe in his hands in front of him, staring limply up at Gaius with wide, blue eyes he knew were swimming with the same longing need that simmered inside him.

"Get up on the bed, on all fours, Marcus." Gaius grunted, his low, rough voice seeming to rumble in the air. Marcus whimpered softly, the noise like cornered prey, but he didn't...couldn't even hesitate to obey. Under the older man's simmering glare, the young prince wriggled around, pulling his pale, naked legs up onto the bed. He turned over hurriedly, his arms trembling as he laid them down on the bed, positioning himself on hands and knees like he was about to crawl away. As he waited there, heart pounding in his chest, Marcus couldn't help but feel very aware of what his uncle could see now. His bare butt in the air, trembling cheeks pale and smooth, then below, between his spread legs, his pink ballsack dangling below his stiff, aching dick. The thought of Gaius looking there made him shiver. He felt even more exposed and **** like this than even when his uncle had made him stand right in front of him and rub his dick.

"Um...uncle?" He turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder. The young prince felt a sharp jolt of shock when he saw Gaius wasn't even standing there anymore. Instead the older man was over at his desk, leaning over to grab a clay jug waiting there. Trying to ignore the faint disappointment that he felt realizing his uncle wasn't staring at his naked body, Marcus watched with wide eyes as Gaius tipped the jug, pouring it over his hand. What looked like olive oil drizzled over his fingers, coating them in the glistening liquid. "Uncle?" Marcus repeated.

"Enough of that." The older man snapped, turning back towards the bed. "Just call me Gaius when we're alone. Or perhaps we can find something more suitable for you to address me as tonight."

"Gaius..." The young prince whimpered, feeling his cheeks flush hotter. Why did even saying the older man's name like that feel...so thrilling? He was trembling with nervous anticipation as Gaius stepped back towards the bed, still holding the jug in one hand. "What are you doing?" Marcus asked uncertainly.

"Getting you ready." Gaius replied, a thin smile flickering across his weathered face. He was standing right behind his nephew now, his dark gaze moving slowly over the young prince's bare, exposed flesh. Marcus was frozen, a breath caught in his throat as he waited there on all fours for...whatever the older man had planned for him. The young prince felt his heart pounding in his chest as Gaius reached out his oiled hand, the muscles of his forearm flexing. A sharp yelp escaped his lips as the older man's fingers found his butt. His skin felt so tender, so achingly sensitive, it was like crackling sparks across his flesh as Gaius' oiled digits slid between his quivering cheeks. He was whimpering, scarcely even aware the high-pitched sounds came from his own lips, as a firm, oiled finger found his twitching hole. The older man pressed harder, and Marcus' eyes went wide at the sudden pressure on that most private place. "So tight." Gaius murmured hotly from behind him, his words rough with obvious desire. "I'll have to work you open first."

"Gaius..." The young prince gasped. He felt more oil flow between his quivering cheeks, the slick liquid drizzling over his tingling butthole and down towards his balls. Gaius' slick, firm finger once again pressed against his hole, and a strangled whimper escaped his lips. He felt a moment of sharp, stretching pain, then the hard digit slid inside him, the ring of muscle opening up a little before clenching tight around it. A flood of tingling heat surged through the young prince's body as the older man's fingers drove deeper, then slid back out, before skewering him once again. As Gaius slowly worked that single finger in and out his aching hole, Marcus felt his mouth drop open. His limbs were shivering like they could hardly support his weight, his belly fluttering wildly, while his tiny stiff dick ached and twitched between his legs, throbbing with heat even though no-one had even laid a finger on it. The young prince moaned out, his voice breathy and trembling. This...felt amazing.

"Fuck...look at you." Gaius growled from behind him. "One finger, and you're already like this, whimpering and moaning like a girl being fucked. Can there be any doubt that this is what you're meant for? To be bent over and taken by a real man?" There was a simmering mixture of lust, amazement and contempt laced through his rumbling voice. Marcus felt his head drop at his uncle's words, hiding his blushing cheeks. He knew he should feel ashamed, but it was impossible to even grasp that in the crackling heat surging up from his lower half.

Only, Gaius wasn't done with him yet. The young prince let out a high-pitched gasp of shock as he felt a second finger pressing against his already stretched hole beside the first. It was too much it...wouldn't fit, he wanted to whimper, but his voice didn't seem to be working right now. And Gaius didn't care anyway. He just pressed harder, using the finger already inside the young prince to stretch him open while the other slid it's way inside. Suddenly, the boy could feel both thrust deep inside him, right to the knuckle in one smooth push. His arms collapsed underneath him at the surge of wild heat, his muscles just giving way. He found himself moments later, laying with his cheek on the bed, a chorus of moans, squeals and gasps filling his ears from his own trembling lips. Somehow he managed to keep his legs bent, keep his butt in the air for Gaius to do as he pleased with. Marcus couldn't breathe, could hardly think. All he could focus on was those two hard fingers pumping in and out of his aching butt, stretching his tingling passage open with each firm thrust.

Then, suddenly, they withdrew, sliding out his aching hole and leaving him feeling empty. He whimpered into the sheets, his legs trembling. What was going on? Why had Gaius stopped? He didn't...want this to end...his dick was soft, drooping over his balls, but dribbling pre-cum onto the bed and aching so much it was almost painful, while there was a tight knot of pleasure in his belly he just wanted released...somehow.

"Don't sound so disappointed." Gaius chuckled from behind him. His voice had gotten even rougher. Each word seemed to rumble in the air, making the young prince's skin tinge even more. "I'm just getting started." The young prince heard the rustle of clothing being shed, and realized his uncle was stripping off too. The thought made his pounding heart quicken, and he shifted awkwardly, trying to make his quivering muscles work so he could lift his head off the bed and see what the handsome older man was doing.