Royal Bloodline

Chapter 2

The queen wanted so much to turn them away, but despite Kaos deplorable manners, she had to offer her shelter.  They were, in the end, on the same side.  The ruler stood silently for a moment, Kao watching for her next move.

She ordered her slaves to make the guest chambers ready for the unexpected guests.  Quickly, the ever obedient slaves snapped into action.  Each knew his or her duties and strove to perform them perfectly for their intimidating guests.  Kao and her lieutenants dismounted as soon as they heard the queen speak.

To her eldest daughter, the queen ordered, “Take your brother and clean him.  Dress him for a royal dinner.”

Biologically, they were siblings, but Tarak was not raised in close proximity to the girls.  Tarak lived on the same estate, but was quartered in a much more modest dwelling behind the mansion.  

He grew up with not nearly the privileges which were bestowed upon a girl born into aristocracy, yet he was much better off than any male born into a common family.  He was well educated and was even permitted to learn tae kwon do and military tactics, something that always angered Kao.  

While the handsome boy was given a nearly equal education, he was, from an early age, taught that as a male, he was inferior to females and needed to submit.  He was taught to serve and learned that because of his mother, he was only one of a few males who were little more than slaves.  

Even though the boy lived on his mother's estate, she actually had little to do with his upbringing.  She busied herself with her four daughters and ruling the land.  A close confidant was placed in charge of the boy, educating him in everything from the arts to his sexual purpose.  

Tarak's interaction with his sisters was quite limited.  Only on rare occasions did they play together.  As part of his education as a house slave, he served over the past five years as a server for the family dinners.  It was not until recent months that he was permitted to actually sit and dine with his mother and sisters.

“Yes, Mother.”  The young lady snapped her fingers and walked briskly back into the house, followed one stride behind by her brother.

Tarak was washed thoroughly by the female slaves lucky enough to serve the royal family while his sister watched.  The slaves thought it odd that there was no arousal in the male, but they dared not comment; they could only conjecture in their own minds what might have happened to the royal slave boy.  

Tarak stood stoically as the females painstakingly painted a decorative gold pattern onto his shoulders and upper back.  Next, they fit each foot with sandals, then proceeded onto his royal clothing.  

Tarak stood with his hands clasped behind his head as the slaves fit a skirt around his slender waist.  They carefully centered the eight inch wide rear panel, tugging on it slightly along the waistband to make sure the deep red silk fabric was smooth across his ass.  The female with the most seniority took the responsibility of tucking the boy's collared cock and balls inside the small pouch which was discretely sewn into the front eight inch wide panel.  She cinched the pouch tight to his sex to ensure he would remain in place, no matter his state of arousal.  With her face only inches from his sex, she fussed over the exact placement of the panel between his legs.  Finally satisfied, she stood up and smiled.  His cock made a nice bulge in the otherwise smooth, red panels which draped from the thin golden waistband, tapering down to his ankles.  The slave knew her mistress would be pleased, as would whatever guests had the good fortune of dining with them.  

The junior slave was given the honor of locking the decorative leather collar about his smooth neck.  She enjoyed smelling the scented perfume which was washed into his hair.  It also allowed her to stare deep into his dark eyes, if only for a moment.  But during that moment, they shared each other's soul.  Both slaves, both denied the ability to even communicate with one another, except in this momentary exchange.  Brushing her thigh against the bulge in his skirt, it was also the only time she could ever feel his cock.  

Tarak assisted in the serving of dinner, then discretely took a seat at the table.  Kao was displeased, but held her tongue.  She had calmed down considerably, and the wine had lifted her spirits.  But she had an idea.

“My queen, I understand that your boy is well trained in the art of combat.  Perhaps he could join us on our expedition tomorrow,” Kao offered.  

The table fell silent.  Tarak was excited by the possibility of the opportunity to fight for his land, but held his tongue, looking with anticipation towards his mother.

The queen was taken aback by this offer.  She knew Kao had an ulterior motive.  “This expedition tomorrow...what kind of resistance do you expect to find?”

“We're expecting to find a poorly organized rebellion of males and females.  I'm confident that they don't have any heavy weaponry.  Mostly spears, maybe some slingshots, but no guns or heavy ammunition.  I'm sure he'll be safe.”

“I am well aware that most of the resistance is comprised of former military personnel, not to be taken lightly.”

“That's true, but they are worn down undoubtedly from the harsh living conditions.  They're poorly fed; probably in poor health...I think it would be a good opportunity for Tarak to see what's out there.  Besides, I found out just before dinner that only 20 of the expected 50 troops will be here tomorrow to ride with us.”

The queen was surprised.  “When were you going to tell me this?  I'm not sure it's wise at all for any of you to be heading into the prairie, undermanned.”

“Mmm...Don’t worry, my queen.  I wouldn't put the lives of my women at stake if I weren't completely confident that 20 will be enough.  I just typically like an overwhelming force.  That's why every additional troop could make a difference,” Kao countered.

The queen pondered the situation for a moment.  “I'll permit it, but I hold you personally responsible for his good health and well being.”

Early the following morning, Kao was ready to move out.  Kao led the way followed closely by her lieutenants and troops, including Tarak.  One hour into the journey, Kao called for her troops to stop and rest.  As Tarak was about to remount his steed, Kao held him by the arm. 

“Not just yet.  You need to remove your clothes first.”  Tarak looked around him for support, but found none.  “We don't have time to debate this.  You said you wanted to help?  Well this is the best thing you can do.  

“Once we take a prisoner, it will be your duty to befriend him and get him to confide in you any information he may have about troop strength in the area.  And that's not going to happen if you're fully dressed for battle.”

Reluctantly, Tarak complied.  The logic was sound, although he was sure that it was a rationalization just to demean him.  As he removed his underwear and stood naked before all of the women, Kao called for two of her lieutenants to fit Tarak with a 2 ball stretcher to which they attached two large duffel bags which contained some of their bedding supplies, weighing almost 30 total pounds.  The young royal stud would be forced to pull the women's supplies over the unforgiving trail by his balls.  

Tarak began to violently protest but two more of Kao's trusted lieutenants held the boy steady while a third fit a bit into his mouth and secured it tightly behind his head, turning his protests into inaudible gibberish.  With his wrists now cuffed together, he was tethered to a sturdy metal ring on the rear of Kao's saddle.

Feigning sympathy for her bound male, Kao wiped the sweat from his brow and said, “Just think of how proud mother would be if she saw you in this condition...pulling those heavy packs by your royal balls over this terrain...” pausing to click her tongue, “wearing this bit like a real steed...yes, what a stud you have become.  Oh, I see you agree.”  Kao looked down to see Tarak's cock begin to rise.  Having rarely been used sexually, any physical contact or standing naked before 20 beautiful strong women would beget a predictable rise out of any virile male.  

“Oh, how could I forget the royal coat of arms,” Kao added, lifting Tarak's shaft upright against his stomach.   “We'll need to cover this,” Kao said. 

Quickly, a lieutenant stretched a 2 wide elastic band over the boy's shaft, just below the head of his cock.  The band covered the coat of arms tattoo which he had received on both sides of his shaft.  The tattoo on the soft underside could be seen in the upright orientation when he was erect, and the tattoo on the opposite side could be seen in the proper orientation when his royal shaft was flaccid.  Either way, whoever was using the boy's cock would be well aware that they were receiving a royal fuck. 

Tarak was strangely proud of the tattoos, even though only slaves received tattoos, which were merely brandings by their owners.  The coat of arms tattoo gave him stature in society that no other male had.   He perceived a certain air of desire by women who noticed his marking, giving him a second glance up and down his body, as if he were more desirable yet unattainable.  But with the tattoos covered, he was just another common slave.

Tarak became painfully aware of just how truly rough the landscape had become.  He had ridden this area before and always thought of it as level terrain, even boringly so, but each bolder and rut caused the bags to bounce or catch, pulling painfully on his tender balls, sending bolts of pain from his nuts into his gut.  

With his arms stretched outward in front of him, and his balls stretched behind him, the sun beating down on his already tanned skin, Tarak mentally withdrew inside himself, barely noticing the backward glances from Kao and the smirks from the troops.  It took every bit of training her received as a slave to continue to put one foot in front of the other.  

Tarak nearly walked into the rear of Kao's horse before he realized she had stopped.  Her recon team was galloping back at full speed.  It wasn't until they were next to Kao that he noticed a body draped over the back of one of the horses.  The prisoner was untied and unceremoniously pushed off the horse, dropping to the ground with a grunt.  

As the advance troops explained to Kao exactly what they had seen, the male prisoner was stripped of his clothes and had his balls and wrists bound just as Tarak had been.  He had been on sentry duty, but was carelessly drinking from the creek when he was assailed by the women.  A bloody lip and nose spoke to the fact that the women tried to beat information out of him, but he withstood the assault without revealing any vital facts.  

Kao dismounted her horse to get a better look at her new prisoner.  “We'll move on for another hour, then we'll rest,” she said.  Holding his bound balls and giving a light tug, she continued, “This one can carry a load too, like the other one.  And gag him; I don't care to hear him screaming at me.  A ball gag'll do.”

Her troops had wanted to rest when the recon team returned, but they understood the strategy of riding on.  A full hour of having to pull a 30 pound load by his testicles over this terrain would be unbearable for any male unaccustomed to having his balls treated so poorly.  His resistance would be worn down and a sort of camaraderie would begin to form between the two males, as only they could understand the pain and indignation they were forced to endure.

Oddly, the women were proud of their male as they listened to the new prisoner grunt and cry, as his load bounced behind him.  He appeared to be a stronger male with at least 20 pounds more muscle than Tarak, but of course, muscles were useless to alleviate the pain he was experiencing.  Tarak had pulled his weight with little more than grunts for three full hours and continued to do so in the fourth hour.  

Just as the prisoner was wishing he had never been born with this manhood, Kao decided it was time to rest.  The new male fell to his knees, then over onto his side.  Both males were tied to a tree while the women stretched their legs and filled their stomachs.  

Tarak looked around and when he felt the coast was clear, he tried, as best he could with a bit in his mouth, to tell his new ally not to talk.  The prisoner didn't have a chance to reply before Tarak was suddenly dragged away down the hill, just out of the new prisoner's sight.  

Within a minute, the prisoner heard Tarak begin to scream hysterically.  The screaming lasted for nearly 10 minutes before Tarak was dragged back to the tree, and the bit replaced in his mouth.  

“He wouldn't talk, but perhaps you will,” Kao said as she released her new prisoner from his bonds and dragged him down the side of the hill kicking and screaming.  The well defined male was strung up to a limb with his toes barely touching the ground.  

“Your comrade didn't tell me a thing, but I think you know what's best for yourself. Save us both the trouble of going through this stupid charade, and tell me everything you know about you army's strength and plans of attack.”

“Fuck off!”

Kao laughed.  “Oh, another brave one.  Ok. Oh, and for future reference, I only ask once.”  

Kao approached the trembling male and opened a small container of paste.  It didn't appear to menacing, but the young male was still weary.  Kao dipped her fingers into the soft white cream and deliberately covered every millimeter of the half-hard cock with it.  It took only a few seconds for the evil magic of the paste to kick in.  If he hadn't been able to actually see his cock, he would have sworn that she had lit his manhood on fire.  Searing pain coursed through his entire shaft and ballsac.  His screams matched that of Tarak's.  The slight breeze only worked to intensify the pain, which showed no signs of subsiding.  

Between his screams, he yelled as many obscenities at his tormentor as he could.  Kao just stood back and watched her handiwork.  She liked this part the best.  It always made her a little wet between her legs to watch a beautiful naked male, stretched, fighting against his bonds.  She adored the twisting of his muscles and flailing of his sex, which without fail, had become rock hard.  

Kao never quite understood why a male's sex would become erect, but she just assumed that it was in their nature to enjoy the pain they were given by the superior sex.  If only the rest of their brain would comprehend what their cock already knew, none of this would be necessary.

Kao left his cock and balls fully coated as she dragged the unfortunate male back to the tree where Tarak had almost fully recovered from his episode with the cream.  His cock still stung, and it would for another two hours, but it wasn't so intense that he couldn't control his expression of pain.  He didn't want to give the women the satisfaction of hearing him scream and moan like the pathetic male that was next to him.  

The 170 pound stud had his wrists tied to a rope which encircled the oak tree, but Tarak had been secured to the tree by the collar which stretched his balls.  Once the women tired of watching the two males wither in dwindling pain, Tarak removed  the thong that had been forced upon him and used it to wipe the remaining cream from his fellow prisoner's sex.  The male was startled but quickly welcomed the aid as he felt immediate relief.  

It was strange to have another male handle his sex so openly, but apparently his cock enjoyed it.   To his great embarrassment, his cock began to grow, yet he did nothing to discourage his new friend from giving him much needed relief.  He heard a few women in the distance laugh when they noticed his arousal.  Humiliation or continued pain.  The young stud chose humiliation.

He took a deep breath and sighed.  “Thank you.”  His cock was fully erect, but he didn't care.  “She's gonna pay.  She's gonna pay,” he repeated with conviction.  

Tarak stopped his work on the erect cock he held in his hands and looked at him expectantly.  He wanted to ask him for promising details, but the bit made that impossible.  The other male's cock twitched in Tarak's hands as he confided in him the details of what lie in store.  

“I'll let you know when to keep your head down.  There'll be about-” 

“Like what he's carrying between his legs, slut?” Kao interrupted, not expecting an answer.  

Tarak could only grunt his protest at her unexpected arrival, but she ignored his protest.  

“I think we can accommodate you, slave.  Come on.  Time to move out.”

Unexpectedly, a team of women quickly locked a thick leather posture collar around each male's neck, then worked a set of ropes around their torso and lower thighs.  They were then hoisted up six feet into the air, legs spread wide.  The newest prisoner's heart raced, expecting another assault upon his sex which hung precariously between his outstretched legs.

He still fought his bindings until he saw a horse positioned directly beneath him.  He felt the ropes lurch, lowering him slowly towards the saddled horse.  He breathed easier, thinking his balls were going to be given a break from pulling the heavy pack.  But just then his back went rigid when he felt a rubber tipped object touch him between his spread ass cheeks.  His movement was suspended while a lieutenant lined the object up with his anus.  

They let gravity unmercifully settle the young male onto the 10 inch rubber phallus, which was securely centered on the saddle.  He felt his anus stretch then close around the smallest bulb at the tip of the dildo.  His body weight forced his anus to spread again to swallow the second, slightly wider bulb, then the third and finally a fourth much wider bulb stretched his sphincter muscle only to have it close tightly at its base.  Each bulb forced a gasp from his lungs.  He had never been assaulted like this before.  With each bulb, he thought his ass was going to be split in half.  He felt the tip of the phallus deep inside his body, causing his torso to remain ramrod straight while the women tied his feet to the stirrups.  

Tarak had been watching while he was suspended from a different branch.  He had seen this type of torture used on males before, but had never been subjected to it himself.  Royalty had its privileges, or so he believed.  The further mortification for Tarak came when Kao herself, deliberately led his horse in front of him so he could see what she had done.  

Tarak couldn't move his head, but his peripheral vision allowed him to see that his personal royal saddle had been permanently altered to bear a similar rubber phallus of at least 10 inches.  Another slap in the face.  Another gesture that Kao would never respect his royal bloodline, that he was simply another worthless male deserving of no respect.

He fought back the tears of both the pain and indignation as he felt his own anus widen then clench each bulbous intruder.  Finally, his body weight had forced him down as far as his anus could stretch.  He felt his muscle tighten around an even wider bulb, holding him fast to the horse.  A single tear slipped from his eye and slid down the soft tan skin of his face.

Kao readied her troops, mounted her own horse and gave the orders to move out.  She looked back and smiled at her fiendish handiwork.  She saw two beautiful naked males, torsos perfectly straight, their heads held upright and straight and their cocks hard as rocks.  How wonderful it was to be a woman.

Over the next hour, the males were fucked with every step the horses took.  Each step over the uneven terrain twisted the horse beneath them, causing the phallus which filled their rectums to twist and fuck.  Pulling 30 pounds of weight with their balls was one thing, but this was not only a physical fuck, it was a mind fuck.  

Tarak had  been forced to endure much hardship during his upbringing as a male, but nothing had prepared him for this.  He felt himself begin to break mentally.  He had done a good job of stifling his moans during the early portion of their journey, but he didn't bother to try to stifle the moans forced from him by the dildo.  

Then without a warning Kao motioned forward, signaling for the troops to move at a full gallop.  Tarak's body was violently thrust up off the saddle six then eight inches, each time slamming down hard.  Several times he landed on top of his bound testicles, sending chards of pain through them as well.  

Tarak saw a line of trees in the distance and hoped that they would stop once they reached them.         What the violated male didn't see was the small creek bed that his horse decided to jump, following the lead of the other horses.  

It happened within a second, but Tarak felt his body lift off the phallus as the horse was in mid-air.  He felt the tip of the intrusion at his opening.  A little further and he would have escaped its torturous rape, but it was not to be.  The horse landed and Tarak's 150 pound frame slammed down even harder, forcing his sphincter muscle to stretch to an unimaginable width and engulf the final three inch wide bulb at the base of the dildo.  

The royal male screamed like he had never screamed before.  He was absolutely certain that his body had split between his legs.  He felt his anus remain stretched but tighten around the cruel intrusion.  His sphincter gripped that last bulb so tightly that his butt never left the saddle for the remainder of the gallop.  But each stride of the horse sent searing pain into his lower torso.  He felt like some hand puppet being jolted from side to side by the animal beneath him.  

The hard ride continued for another 10 minutes at full gallop.  Both prisoners not only had their bodies raped but their minds raped as well.  Each imploded mentally, almost becoming numb to the pain.  Tarak didn't even realize they had stopped just inside the line of trees, until he felt a slap across their tear-streaked faces.  

“What do you know?” Kao asked plainly, leaning over from her mount and ripping the bit from the boy's mouth.

Tarak saw that the other prisoner was well away from them.  He turned slightly.  “You own me, my queen.”

Kao was surprised by his words.  She knew the saddle would fuck his mind as well as his ass, but she was in military mode.  She glanced down and noticed his cock rise to its full length.  He wasn't feigning anything.  She had broken him. 

It took her a second to respond.  “Yes, I do own you now, slave.  But we can discuss that later.  I need to know what you learned from the prisoner.” 

He hesitated, but she had no time for hesitation.  She pressed her thumb down squarely on Tarak's right nut.  She saw the pressure build in his face.

Tarak responded with considerable effort, “He said we were heading straight towards a fortified outpost.  He said it was inside a line of trees near a lake.  He told me to keep my head down as soon as we reached that point because his troops would soon attack.”