A Prince's Ransom

"Twenty-one at last." you say under your breath as you gaze at your glistening, naked form in a mirror. It's a little past midnight and not really the time for a bath, but after the harrowing day you've had, it's warranted. You've just escaped your older brothers' most recent stratagem to render you unfit for the throne and this one was a doozy.

How could you not see that the 'noblewoman' who was so eagerly luring you into her bed was, in fact, Jezzy - one of your father's most infamous courtesans. Infamous because, before she was given royal protection, her favorite method of extracting payment from unwilling clients was... 'family jewel extraction', so to speak. And you still can't stomach the fact that this was the reason why those fuckers, Edward, William, and Charles, set this bloodthirsty wench on you.

You gingerly touch your own jewels and trace the angry red line that circles the base of your cock, down under your sack and pinched your soft pink flesh in a noose. You feel a bit woozy at the thought of what happened, but you have to keep your wits about you - today you are a man and that means sorting your shit before your father notices.

Although you're still trembling slightly from what nearly happened, you're somewhat turned on at the thought of what happened before Jezzy cornered you...