The Captive Prince

Marcus was reading in bed when his kingdom fell. It was over an hour past his bedtime, but the young prince wanted to stay up and finish his book by candelight. It was way too exciting a story to put down, all about a brave and noble lady knight who saved a peasant boy from the clutches of an evil sorceress. He had his heart in his mouth at the thrilling action scenes, and when the knight took the boy in her arms for a romantic kiss he felt his cheeks flush and his belly flutter. If only that would happen to him!

Utterly oblivious as enemies scaled the walls of his family's home, Marcus rolled onto his back with a delighted squeal. He kicked his soft legs in the air, dreaming of the day a beautiful lady in armor would sweep his body up in her arms and hold him tight. The thought made him blush even hotter, and he felt a naughty twitching in his dick.

By now the assailants were sweeping the castle. The few soldiers left on duty immediately surrendered, giving up arms and armor to the invaders. There were far too many to fight and no-one had enough loyalty left to the now deposed royal family to sell their own lives in a futile last stand.

Marcus was still fantasizing about brave lady knights when he suddenly heard a sharp scream from somewhere just outside his door. He froze on his bed. It was an utterly unfamiliar sound to the pampered prince, but even he could tell that had been real terror he'd just heard. For a moment he didn't understand how that could be. This was his home, the castle. No-one ever got scared here. It took another scream, and then the sound of shouting and armored boots on the stone floor before it filtered through. Someone was attacking his home!

A braver prince would have scurried out of bed and tried to fight, a smarter one would have gone for the door and ran before the attackers could find him. Marcus was neither of these things. He was far too anxious to even move. All he did was wrap his blankets round his slender body, like the thin covering of silk would protect him from anything. He stayed there shivering like a leaf, his big blue eyes welling up with tears, even as the sound of armored boots on the floor outside got closer and closer.

Suddenly the door to his bedroom was thrown open. Marcus squealed in terror, his frantic gaze flickering up to find a figure standing there.

To decide Marcus' fate, choose who his new owner will be. The brackets describe the main focus of the route, but there will be some overlap. Please leave a like or comment if you enjoy a particular path so I can tell which one to focus on!

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