Prince & the Pleasurehouse 15 – Means of Escape
“Lyre are you there?” the voice whispered from outside the cell.
“Of course I’m here, Jano, I’m a prisoner, remember? Where else could I go?” Lyre answered, sitting up from the stone slab of his bare cell.
The guard Jano stepped forward up to the bars so that Lyre could see him, his face only partially illuminated by the cell block lights. They’d been dimmed for the inmates’ night hours. “Right, sorry, I’ve just been thinking about you a lot since the other day when we…you know…”
“Fucked?” Lyre snorted. “You cock has been inside me twice I don’t think you need to be shy about it.”
Fumbling with the keys, Jano let himself inside the cell and closed the door behind him. “Yeah,” he grinned rather sheepishly, “I guess so. But we’ve been on a shift rotation, so that’s why I haven’t come to see you again, until now. I just finished a shift.”
“So you’re off duty, huh? And you came to me looking for…?”
“I was hoping, yeah,” Jano mumbled, “We could maybe fuck again? If you want to.”
Lyre approached Jano carefully. Persuading him would be the tricky part. “I do want to. I want you.” He touched Jano’s face with one hand and slid the other underneath Jano’s belt to grip the base of his cock firmly. “I’ve been thinking about you too, and this amazing cock. But the concrete slab in here isn’t the most forgiving surface, and if you want the full Phallicus experience, we’d need a proper bed to fuck in. Think you can manage that, soldier?”
Lyre continued to tug gently on Jano’s cock, milking him slowly and leaned in to softly bite the side of his neck. Jano’s body was clearly reacting – his breathing had deepened and his manhood was hardening rapidly in Lyre’s tight grip.
“I…” he made an inarticulate sound and cleared his throat, “that’s really difficult, to get around the surveillance protocols and other guards…”
“From the sounds I’ve heard, all the guards have sex with the prisoners now and then. I’m sure they’d understand if you just wanted to sneak me to your bunk for the night and have your way with me. You do want to do that, don’t you?” Lyre suggested lightly, rubbing his thumb over the head of Jano’s cock, capturing a bead of slick precum.
“Fuuuuuuck yeah.” Jano moaned quietly. “Okay. Let me call in a favor and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Lyre withdrew his hands and sucked Jano’s precum off his thumb, visibly savoring the flavor. “Go get ‘em then, stud. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
Exhaling deeply, Jano straightened his leather skirt to hide his erection and left the cell, walking quickly. Lyre watched him go, his eyes glinting in the dark. If he played his cards right, he could be making his escape…tonight.
Meanwhile…
A thousand thoughts were racing through Namor’s head. He paced in the small check up room, still nude, as he waited for new information to present itself. The others, Olmir, Argos, and Dardanio had been gone far too long, and an alarm had gone off awhile ago somewhere in the building. On top of that, he seemed no closer to finding his bodyman Lyre, or his long-missing brother Thracian, Jacor.
It seemed like ages since he had well and truly fucked his intake examination officer, but no one had returned for him. Perhaps he’d been forgotten in whatever emergency was going on. Perhaps that was for the best.
Namor worried for all his friends. It was his fault that they’d been pulled into this mess. He couldn’t help but think about what might’ve happened had he never gone to work at the Pleasurehouse. On the other hand, he genuinely liked working and living there. The sense of brotherhood and belonging felt like home now, and it allowed him to put the best of his inherited assets to good use.
He absently tugged on that enhanced genetic endowment now, which stirred to attention, ready as ever for the business of fucking. He could use some adrenaline-enhanced strength right now, maybe break down the door, but that ability came easier with a partner, and currently he was alone. For now, it seemed he’d have to hope the others were doing better than him.
Meanwhile…
Alistair had each of them bound to different testing platforms, metal bands at their wrists, ankles, chests, and thighs holding them in place. All three had been disrobed and sported throbbing erections, which swung proudly in the air, unbound. Every now and then a light moan or sound of pleasure would escape them as he held their minds captive in a repeating sexual phantasm of bliss.
The dream-walker marveled at their stamina, their endurance had kept their bodies sexually active for hours now. While they certainly hadn’t climaxed as many times as in the dream, each had already provided several loads of essence, which had been collected. For study of course.
The dark haired man held an alluring beauty – his chest lightly dusted with dark hair, his sturdy frame perfectly in proportion to his smooth muscled build. And his beautiful shaft – velvet soft skin over iron, with a flared head, shining and dripping under the lights. Alistair found himself bending to taste him when –
Bang. The door slammed open and the Shadow Queen herself entered the lab. Alistair straightened up quickly but she gave him a knowing smirk as she crossed to him.
“You needn’t hold back on my account, Alistair, you’ve certainly earned a reward. Capturing these three single-handedly is a worthy accomplishment. Besides, that one is not of an enhanced bloodline, so his use to me is limited, though his quality is admirable.”
Alistair coughed slightly. “And what of the others, milady?”
She raised an eyebrow. “The Vulcan is more powerful than we suspected. His ability to manipulate fire externally is something we’ve never seen before. I can only theorize that the Vulcan line has grown stronger through generational evolution.”
As they watched, Olmir’s entire body tensed, his balls tightening up as his cock erupted once again, shooting sticky ropes of cream across his chest and arms, before subsiding to a copious flow down the veiny length of his massive tower. A lab technician came over to collect new samples.
Licking his lips, Alistair prompted her ahead “And the third?”
“A surprising find. Young Argos has a bio-synthetic chemical in his fluid samples that matches a Bloodline we thought lost years ago. The line of Apollo.”
Alistair paused, stunned. “The sun god? What chemical?”
“Yes, also god of music and healing. The Apollo line of the Expansion Wars exhibited a passive ability for healing others. They produce low levels of pheromones through sweat, saliva, and semen that can accelerate the natural healing processes of the body. A very lucky find. I feel this proves that there’s more going on at Dominus Sura’s Pleasurehouse than meets the eye. That man has more Bloodline enhanced men in his stable of studs than seems possible.”
The redheaded man on the table groaned quietly as Lady Vashura took a quiet moment to think. “My agent said that Namor was here as well. Have you located him yet?”
Alistair shook his head slowly. “I had my hands full subduing these three, and it takes most of my concentration to maintain their hypnotic dream. I can’t go very far from them either, or it will fade.”
“Well we need you to maintain that phantasm while we get what we need from them. Once we have, I’d like a recommendation from you on whether they can be brainwashed or coerced as agents for us, or whether we should proceed with sterilization. I will coordinate the search for our missing Thracian. Dispose of the human man or keep him for your entertainment, I don’t care.”
“Yes milady.” Alistair mumbled, bowing his head. She chuckled lightly as she stalked towards the door. “The time of wild Bloodlines is over, Alistair. Enhanced men will serve me or they will fall. Anybody else is only in my way.”
Alistair tugged uncomfortably at a metal collar around his neck. One day, he would find a way to break her hold over him and help others of his kind. But until then, he’d have to obey her commands.
Meanwhile…
“That the one?” the guard captain grunted at Lyre. “Whoo, he’s a fine one Jano. I can see why he finally got to you.”
Jano had returned with his captain, a taller man, broader in the shoulders, named Brinno. He wore a long black cloak, secured with a harness of leather straps but no shirt or armor, leaving his muscular chest exposed. He looked built like a brick wall. At his hips he wore a low-slung heavy belt, with a metal lion’s head guarding his groin, and a brief leather skirt beneath similar to Jano’s in gladiatorial style.
“Yes, sir, he’s really special with his tongue, and his ass is so tight…”
The captain smirked. “Ooh, Jano, boy you’re making me think I might want this one for myself.”
Lyre caught his breath. If Captain Brinno claimed him away from Jano, he’d have to start his seduction all over again.
“Come on, sir, I’ve covered for you plenty of times, and I’ve already made a…connection with this one. Please?”
“He’s one of them fancy Phallicus guys…all trained up, the perfect shag I hear. What if we share him?”
Jano turned to Lyre, “Would that be okay? The Captain’s got much nicer quarters than mine, you askin’ for a bed ‘n all.”
Lyre gulped a little nervously but nodded. This threw a serious wrench in his plans, but if there was the smallest chance he had to take it…
“Awesome.” Captain Brinno clapped his hands together. “I’ll go get the room ready. If anyone gives you trouble on the way there, just say he’s for me.” And he walked away cheerfully.
“You sure about this?” Jano asked. “I was hoping for more time with you alone.”
“Like he said, I’m a Phallicus. We’re trained for this kind of thing.” Lyre shrugged. “But I’ll focus my special efforts on your cock over his any day.”
They made it to Brinno’s quarters with no challenge. The room was about three times the size of the cell and a large portion of it went to a very large bed with red linens. Fine tapestries adorned some of the walls, also in red and gold, and there was a rack where the Captain’s full armor and weaponry were resting. Brinno was unbuckling the straps that held on his cloak, and then deftly unclasped his heavy lion belt, tossing it and his leather skirt aside. His heavy manhood swung low, a finely groomed patch of hair framing its thick base.
“Jano, make yourself comfortable, and let’s have a good time.”
Lyre was already naked so he climbed onto the large bed with Brinno while Jano undid his own armor clasps and stripped. Brinno and Lyre knelt facing each other and began kissing, exploring each other with their hands. Soon Jano crawled onto the bed behind them and pressed himself up against Lyre’s back, running his hands over Lyre’s smooth, toned body as Jano returned the soft neck bite from earlier, kissing down onto Lyre’s shoulder.
Brinno seemed big and rough, but he was intensely gentle with Lyre, as if afraid he might break him. He knew what he wanted though, flicking Lyre’s nipples while he leaned around and moved Jano’s arms up, diving in to sniff and lick at Jano’s armpits. Jano moaned in appreciation, and Lyre found himself sandwiched between two very fit men. Brinno’s thick manhood, a bit shorter than Jano’s but almost as thick as a spear, pressed against his stomach like an iron rod.
Lyre slipped down between them and took hold of both men’s cocks, positioning himself so he could take turns servicing each of them with his excellent oral skills. Without missing a beat, Jano and Brinno crashed together, kissing deeply, while Lyre devoured first one then the other shaft, sometimes taking turns, and sometimes running his tongue over their sensitive heads while rubbing them together.
Brinno growled his approval while Jano moaned, and suddenly their muscular arms were lifting Lyre upside down, inverting him and supporting him between them. Lyre was now facing Brinno’s hefty package, so he happily continued slobbering over the man’s thick meat, while Jano’s hardness poked him from behind. Meanwhile, Jano dove his tongue into Lyre’s upturned ass, licking and teasing at his sensitive hole, while the Captain sucked Lyre’s own stiff shaft into his bearded lips.
Blood was rushing to both Lyre’s head and his cock as the two men’s mouths worked on his lower body from above. He used his free hands to grip the Captain’s firm buttcheeks, guiding the warrior’s thick shaft in just the right way to match Lyre’s inverted throat.
Brinno let Lyre’s cock slide out of his mouth with a gasp as he urgently followed Lyre’s guidance, thrusting his hips into the younger man’s face. His heavy, full balls bounced against Lyre’s forehead and he inhaled deeply to capture the sweaty captain’s musk.
After a minute Lyre began to get dizzy so they laid him back down. Brinno lay on his back and brought Lyre’s hips up to his face, burying his mouth in Lyre’s ass, which tickled because of the beard. As Lyre caught his breath and gasped, Jano spread the Captain’s legs a bit and closed his beautiful lips over Brinno’s shaft. Brinno didn’t relent his exploration of Lyre’s ass but he moaned appreciatively as Jano began to work his limited cock-sucking experience on the Captain’s thick manhood.
After a minute the Captain leaned back with a gasp, “Fuck yeah, Jano, I should’ve been training you on my cock for weeks now!”
Jano paused to murmur, “I aim to please. Lyre here taught me everything I know.”
Lyre moved down quickly next to Jano and they both tackled the Captain’s cock together, sometimes making out messily around his engorged member. While they kissed around the head of his cock, the Captain came with a contented sigh, a huge fountain of hot salty cum shooting into their mouths and dribbling down both their cheeks and chins. Lyre and Jano continued to kiss, cleaning and swallowing the cum from each other’s faces.
“Contented, sir?” Jano asked, crawling further up the bed.
“For now, Jano. I’ll be ready again in a bit. I’d love to watch you fuck him though.”
Lyre playfully threw Jano down on the bed and straddled him, gripping his familiar manhood and sinking down onto him. Jano arched his back and moaned but suddenly his Captain was there, holding his arms down, helpless against the Captain’s strength. Brinno grinned up at Lyre, “Ride him good.”
With Jano pinned in place and squirming in pleasure, Lyre used his powerful thighs and rode the man’s veined length vigorously. As Lyre rose up, Jano would thrust his hips upward allowing him space to move, so Lyre held there while Jano pounded his hole fervently, his primal need becoming more and more apparent. When Jano seemed almost feral, the Captain let him go, and Jano sprung forward, capturing Lyre and placing him on his hands and knees, so that Jano could power-fuck him from behind, his muscles covered in sweat, panting and grunting a primitive lust.
Brinno looked on, a similar hunger sketched on his face. Once Jano slowed a bit, Brinno rolled onto his back, his cock once again standing to attention. Jano came out of Lyre with a slurp and together they moved Lyre so that Captain Brinno could thrust up into him. Fortunately, Lyre had taken Namor’s enhanced thick cock before, so Brinno’s girth wasn’t a problem when he plunged into Lyre’s hole. But then Brinno grinned, holding Lyre’s back to his chest, and told Jano, “I think there’s room for both of us in here, lieutenant.”
Still jerking himself urgently, Jano looked to Lyre who laughed. “I’m willing to try if you are.”
Excitedly, Jano clambered forward, moving carefully so that the Captain’s thick rod didn’t slip out of Lyre. He lifted Lyre’s legs so that they were hooked over his elbows, and achingly slowly, pushed his own slicked cock into Lyre, sliding tantalizingly along the length of his captain’s manhood.
As his pronounced head slipped inside Lyre moaned loudly. Even when he’d taken Namor’s enhanced manhood, he hadn’t felt quite this full and tight. Thrusting gently, Jano moved inside him and all three of them gasped as one. Jano continued the fuck, his arms showing veins and his tight abs gleaming, as both men’s cocks rubbed against each other inside Lyre.
It didn’t take Jano much longer before he reached his peak, a hot warmth flooding inside Lyre and spilling out over the two cocks inserted there. Jano slipped out with another slurp, long strings of cum connecting his cock to the mess that was Lyre’s ass and dribbling over Captain Brinno.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Brinno exclaimed as he supported Lyre’s hips and thrust rapidly, suddenly free to pound the younger man’s hole at his own pace. Jano’s cum covered his cock and balls and Brinno’s slippery fucking soon worked it deep inside Lyre, where he then unleashed a second torrent of cum.
Lyre rode out the Captain’s climax and then slid to the side, the guards’ mixed cum dribbling out of his used ass. Despite the pounding he had taken, he felt warm and satisfied, and he easily worked his own cock for a bit, before Jano moved over to once more suck him to completion, gulping down Lyre’s load without spilling a drop.
Lyre fought the sleepiness as the three of them arranged themselves comfortably on the huge bed. Soon both Captain Brinno and Jano were snoring softly, their carnal appetites sated. Lyre waited another hour to be sure, but then he carefully extricated himself from their limbs, and quietly as he could, searched for Brinno’s keys. He had planned to take Jano’s, but Brinno might have more access that he could use to escape. Lyre found it after a few minutes, pausing briefly when Brinno stirred – but it was only to pull Jano closer to him. After a moment, Lyre also took Brinno’s black cloak, so that he could at least wrap it around himself and appear clothed.
With a whispered farewell, Lyre left the Captain’s quarters, fighting his impulse to run to avoid suspicion. After a few wrong turns and back tracks, he was beginning to get worried that he was either lost, or would run into someone, but he eventually found a set of stairs leading upward.
Following those he came to a hallway and passed what looked like an examination room – with a familiar looking Thracian inside of it. He quickly swiped Brinno’s keycard and opened it. “Namor?”
“Lyre, oh my gods, you’re here! What are you doing?” Namor whispered, coming forward to hug him tightly. Pressed against him, Lyre smiled. There was a deep sense in those muscular arms and intense purple eyes that everything was going to be okay. Plus there was no forgetting that cock, no matter how many others he took.
“Breaking you out apparently. I’ve been planning my escape for days! Come on, let’s go, I have a keycard.”
“Wait,” Namor grabbed his shoulder, “Several others came with me. We have to find them too.”
“This place is huge! We don’t have time to search all the cells and labs, we’ll be found for sure.” Lyre answered.
“Let’s find a computer then, that should tell us where they are.”
Lyre frowned but agreed. “Fine. I think I passed a place, follow me.”
Together they crept down the corridor and made their way to the Control Center, unknown to them, the same place where Alistair had ambushed the others. Peeking in the door, there was one attendant inside, in a simple tunic. Namor held a finger to his lips, and then crept inside carefully. Seizing the attendant from behind, he had an arm wrapped around his neck and choked him to oblivion within minutes. Lyre kept watch at the door while Namor used the keycard to gain access to the computers.
“Okay…no…no…where are you…there it is! The three of them are in a lab not far down from here. But what about…”
“Who else could you possibly be looking for?”
“My brother Jacor. I heard a few operatives talking about another Thracian they had here.”
Lyre blinked, never having considered that Namor must have family somewhere. The idea of two men like Namor was a bit hard to fathom, but also stirred some deeply kinky ideas inside of him.
But Namor punched the desk in frustration. “He’s not here. They must have moved him to a different facility. Some top secret project that your keycard doesn’t have clearance for.”
“I’m sorry. But we can’t stay long, so let’s get the others and get out of here.” Lyre touched his shoulder gently. Namor growled but agreed.
On the way to the lab, they passed a pair of guards coming the other direction. Lyre flourished the black cloak briefly and muttered, “This one’s for Captain Brinno’s enjoyment tonight.” Namor puffed up his chest and flexed for them, his enhanced cock swinging heavy.
The pair of guards looked over Namor’s enhanced physique appreciatively and chuckled. “He gets all the good ones. Carry on.”
As they pushed the double doors into the lab they saw Argos and Olmir bound to different tables, while Dardanio was on a third. An unfamiliar man stood over Dardanio, stroking his cock gently. He looked up as they entered, startled.
“Ah, you must be the Thracian. And who’s this, another Bloodline friend?”
Olmir suddenly woke up with a gasp and shouted, “Don’t look him in the eyes, it’s his power!”
Namor and Lyre averted their gaze quickly, moving to free Argos and Olmir from the restraints. Argos was still in a deep slumber, his manhood dribbling a stream of precum. Olmir stood and stretched his powerful frame, turning to speak in Alistair’s direction without looking at him.
“We know your tricks now, so give us our friend and we’ll just be going, no funny business.”
“I have no wish to harm any of you…in fact…I want to help you escape.”
“Why?” Namor challenged.
“Because I am as much a captive here as you are.” Alistair revealed. “The fewer Bloodline men the Shadow Queen gets her hands on the better. She’s already got the genetic samples from these two. But she especially wants you, Thracian. I’ll tell her we got what we needed from them and disposed of them.”
“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Olmir shot back.
Alistair blinked and both Argos and Dardanio woke up. Argos shook his head, getting his bearings. Olmir and Namor hugged him tightly. Alistair turned to Dardanio, still on the table. “You are a beautiful man. Before I let you go, would you mind?…cummmmmm for meeeeee.”
“What the – ooohhhh” Dardanio moaned as a flash of blue hypnotic light passed between them and Dardanio shuddered, spurting a massive fountain of cum over Alistair’s hand. When the orgasm subsided, Alistair licked his hand in pleasure and switched the release on the table, allowing Dardanio to get shakily to his feet.
“Now go, all of you. You risked too much coming here, and she will surely hunt you long after you leave, but I will buy you what time I can. Argos, you are of the Blood as well, even if you didn’t know it. Hopefully the knowledge can help protect you in the future.”
“Wait, come with us.” Namor offered looking him in the eye for the first time, but Alistair shook his head, tugging at a metal band around his neck. “If I leave here, I’ll die. You must escape before she can do the same to you. Now, gooooooooooooo”
His eyes flashed blue again and suddenly the group found themselves halfway down the hallway, hurrying towards the exit.
“There’s so many questions I want to ask.” Argos murmured.
“We’ll all catch up once we’re out safe.” Namor agreed.
“What about your brother? Did you find him?” Dardanio asked. Namor’s face darkened, and he made no reply.
Meanwhile…
“So we always sleep in the Prince’s bed with him.” Galen was telling Adrianus. “And we service him however he asks, whenever he asks, which is…frequent. As a Royal Bloodline he has an active drive.”
There was a clang of steel in the background. Galen and Adrianus were sitting on the sidelines watching Prince Proteus sparring, shirtless, with the weapons master, Tiberon. Both men were working up a sweat, and Adrianus was working up something else just watching it.
“Do you get jealous when he fools around with others?” Adrianus asked.
“No. Because I get more of him than anyone else really does, other than maybe Kanaan, and we’re good friends. The Prince does what he wants and fucks who he wants, and that’s a lot of men. For most of them, it’s a once in a lifetime thing, to bed a royal. But for me, and now for you, it’s an all the time thing. Plus, there’s no way I could keep up with him all by myself, so it’s nice now and then when someone else steps in.”
“That’s a good way of putting it.” Adrianus grinned.
Galen continued, “Oooh, watch this move, it makes his ass look fantastic.”
Adrianus thought Proteus always looked divine, but sure enough, a particularly risky lunge emphasized all of the Prince’s assets excellently. Galen and Adrianus looked at each other and laughed briefly.
“What’s all this?” Proteus trotted over, throwing down his blades and waving Tiberon off for a moment. The musky, sweaty scent of him washed over the two bodymen in a tantalizing wave. Galen threw him a towel and chuckled again, “Just pointing out some of the finer views of your backside, my Lord.”
“You two are going to be trouble together, I can tell.” Proteus accused, chuckling as well. “Anyway, let’s head back up to the Primus wing, I need to bathe.”
The three of them trooped back up to the main Palace, followed by Kanaan and another Vesper. Proteus and Galen led Adrianus to a bathing chamber made all of black marble. Here the three of them stripped off their clothes and sank into a heated tub with a contented sigh. Proteus snapped his fingers which echoed in the chamber and said, “Vespers, lose the loincloths.”
Dutifully, Kanaan and the other Vesper removed their coverings, leaving their powerful bodies bare and on display. Adrianus could see the Prince’s massive cock beginning to rouse, so he suggested, “Shall I bring the oils, my lord?”
Galen nodded and winked at him as Proteus smiled and said, “What a lovely idea. I could use a rubdown, with a full sensory experience. Boys?”
Proteus stood from the pool and emerged from the water, his enhanced royal cock now thrumming with lustful energy. Galen and Adrianus each retrieved flasks of warm oils and began rubbing them over his singular physique, Galen covering the back and Adrianus the front. Adrianus kneaded him gently, working in the oil while relieving some of the soreness he must be feeling from the workout, and the Prince moaned softly. Soon his torso was gleaming brightly in the light, a true sight to behold and worship.
Adrianus felt himself getting harder just looking at the prince, and Galen was also showing signs of deep arousal as well. They each worked one powerful leg from calf up to thigh, his muscles like iron beneath his smooth skin. Then Adrianus found himself oiling and stroking Proteus’ massive cock, using both hands to grip around his thickness. The Prince growled somewhere deep inside, almost a purring sound.
“Both of you, Galen, Adrianus, before me.”
Both of his bodymen stood on the topmost step of the pool, and Adrianus followed Galen’s lead, bending over and offering himself to the crown prince. With another gesture, the Vespers stepped forward, offering their stiff cocks to each bodyman for service. Adrianus took a deep breath and went to work on Kanaan’s cock. In many ways, training on Namor had prepared him exactly to service these kinds of enhanced male cocks. Kanaan spread his legs slightly and guided his head with both hands, while Adrianus enthusiastically went down on him.
Proteus began with Galen. While Galen serviced the other Vesper with his throat, Proteus slid his thick, enhanced, oiled manhood between Galen’s cheeks and began fucking him in tight, controlled thrusts. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh soon filled the bathing chamber as his hips clapped with Galen’s cheeks. But after a few minutes, he slipped out, stepped to the side, and was pressing into Adrianus’ hole. The oil helped but the Prince was still the biggest man Adrianus had ever taken, and the lights of the room swam before him briefly as he choked down Kanaan’s cock, gobs of saliva sliding down his balls to splat on the marble floor.
But after a minute he began to adjust to the Prince’s size and thrust back into him, learning the rhythm of the young Royal’s lust. Sensing the change, Proteus smacked his ass approvingly and really began fucking in earnest. Adrianus found it difficult to concentrate on Kanaan, when the Prince was making him feel incredible things, but Kanaan didn’t seem to mind just waiting in Adrianus’ mouth.
Soon it was time to swap back, and Proteus withdrew, continuing his fucking of Galen, who looked deliriously happy pinioned between the Prince and the Vesper. Proteus chuckled. “Whoever finishes his Vesper first gets my first load.”
Galen and Adrianus looked at each other sideways around the thick cocks in their mouths, and a spark of playful competition flared to life. Galen redoubled his efforts, but without the distraction of an ass-pounding, Adrianus was in his element. He used every trick and special move the master Phallicus training had taught him and soon he had Kanaan grunting and spewing his load. Adrianus caught a lot of it in his mouth but he backed off, allowing more to spurt across his face and chin, so that the others could see. Proteus roared in approval and pulled out of Galen with a loud gurgling pop, before plunging back into Adrianus. His mouth still full of Kanaan’s seed, he was free to moan loudly as the Prince pounded him intensely before shooting what felt like a massive hot sticky load deep inside of him.
Proteus leaned down, stroking Adrianus’ sides as he quivered, saying “You did well. Let me have you.”
Barely able to stand on his shaky legs, he stepped up to the ledge of the pool and turned around. Proteus instantly latched onto his cock, the length of his shaft sliding effortlessly into those perfect royal lips. His dark blue hair was down and hanging around him as he looked up rapturously at Adrianus.
With almost no effort at all, Adrianus peaked deliriously, firing shot after shot into his lord’s hungry throat. Proteus closed his eyes in enjoyment as he gulped the salty load down, his lips lingering extra long on Adrianus’ cockhead to tease his sensitive organ.
His seed spent, Adrianus stumbled back into Kanaan’s waiting arms, and they watched as Proteus licked his lips in divine enjoyment, his cock already rising again due to his enhanced virility. The other Vesper blew his load into Galen’s mouth, who gulped most of it down messily, before gasping, “Come and finish me, my lord. Please, I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”
“As you wish, my love,” Proteus whispered, bending over him and kissing his back intimately as he pushed back inside of him. The two of them moved together sinuously, effortlessly, and Adrianus could tell it was a fuck of two long term lovers, who knew every inch of each other, every move their partner would make before they made it. And then they both looked at him, and he realized what they were showing him. The depth of their love for each other, and what they had in store for him. He would be that close with both of them one day. And that knowledge, that certainty in them, made him orgasm again immediately in Kanaan’s arms, who licked the cum off himself like a regular snack.
Proteus and Galen fucked masterfully for several more minutes before reaching their climax together, Galen shooting all over the black marble floor, while Proteus’ enhanced nuts filled his ass with hot warm jizz.
After, they cleaned up again, still smelling intensely of male sex. Proteus had them stay scented that way because he liked to smell himself on them. Still reeling from the intensity of the pool, Adrianus felt like the luckiest guy in the world, as the trio went to get food, and prepared to check in with their friends at the Pleasurehouse.
To be continued…
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