Yusuf snaps his fingers and the same two men who put him in the box now go about the task of taking him out. When they have removed all of the ropes holding him in and have pulled him out, they place him on the ground so he is now just a balled up version of himself sitting on his calves as his bound and folded up body sits atop them.
Before they have a chance to make progress on the chains holding him in place, the king snaps his fingers before saying, “You are dismissed.”
They leave immediately and without even a look back. From his limited sight line, Nicolo begins taking in his surroundings. He is currently located in an opulent tent. The cloth walls a deep shade of red with intricate gold detailing along the top. From the corner of his eye he can make out a plush bedroll with large pillows surrounding it. Simple candle light lanterns seem to be the only lighting in the place making him realize he was in that chest for much longer than he thought.
He begins to shift in his bindings as he feels the man’s hands trail light lines up and down his spine.
“Hmm I don’t think we have ever been formally introduced. I am King Yusuf ibn Ibrahim al-Tayyib al-Kaysani and you now belong to me.” He presses a light kiss to the top of Nicolo’s spine.
Nicolo moans and again tries to shift in his chains. In response a strong hand grasps at one of his ass cheeks, kneading it as the king moans back at him.
“We are going to have such fun together, my little kitten.” He purrs as he lets his body fold over Nicolo’s. “But there will be some rules that I need you to follow, yes?” He has now moved to sit on his knees directly in front of him.
“The first and one of the most important: You are not to speak freely unless I have willed it. And, when you do speak, you will address me as your master. Shake your head if you understand.”
Nicolo nods as he stares wet eyes up at this man. His new master. His owner.
“Good, so I can take this harness off your beautiful face?” He has grasped Nicolo’s chin looking at him with a penetrating stare. Nicolo does his best to nod again in the hold.
Fishing a chain from under his shirt, he pulls it over his head. It holds a set of keys. Choosing one he unlocks the small padlock he hadn’t seen the attendants add to this part of his outfit.
Pulling the leather off of his face and the large ball from between his lips, Nicolo can’t help the gratified moan that escapes him. He feels his face flush from the lewd display of receiving pleasure just from that simple action.
King Yusuf just laughs at his embarrassment as he looks fondly at him. “Now, what do you say when I grant you such sweet reprieve?” He asks with a wolffish smile.
Nicolo thinks he knows what he wants him to say, but he is having a hard time either finding his words or being ready to drop this low. King Yusuf’s smile fades quickly at his continued silence. “You do not want to anger me, kitten. So, what will you say?”
“Thank you, master.” Nicolo watches a shudder of pleasure pass through the man above him.
“Good boy.” He says in a low husky voice that makes Nicolo turn a deep shade of red. He pulls his eyes to the ground and begins to gnaw at his lower lip.
“None of that now.” He taps his lips. “If you need something to do with that delectable looking mouth of yours, I have some ideas. That is another rule to keep in mind. You belong to me now. Your body belongs to me. And, I do not like it when something that belongs to me is damaged.” Nicolo whimpers at this new understanding.
He wants to speak, but does not wish to anger this man so early into their new relationship of master and property.
“Master?” He says in a small voice. He is hoping adopting this colloquialism early might endear him to the king.
His chest puffs at the moniker and Nicolo can see he has pleased him with this.
“What is it kitten? You may speak freely at the moment.”
“Master, I was wondering if you had ever heard of the prophecy spoken when I was born?” Nicolo has no way of knowing if this type of knowledge is known outside his small kingdom.
King Yusuf lets out a rumble low in his chest, “You are wondering if I know that you have kept your purity? And, that perhaps this was always destined to happen?”
“Yes, master.” Nicolo turns his eyes down as his body burns with that idea.
The king pets slow strokes on his head. “Do not worry, I will take care of you. And, I promise not to hurt you if you do not test my patience or blatantly defy me.” His voice is a resounding wave of power that ripples through Nicolo’s chest.
He lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you. Thank you master.”
“And, I have such faith in you. You are already doing so well. You are a gem to your people Prince Nicolo. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, always know that.” He has come to cup Nicolo’s cheek again. He nuzzles into the soft touch almost unconsciously.
“Now let’s get the rest of these bindings off you.”
Unlocking the chains with more of the keys from around his neck, Nicolo tries to unfold his body. He is stopped as his muscles twinge and cramp. A pathetic sound falling from his mouth.
Without a word, King Yusuf gathers him in his arms and carries him to the plush bedroll. Placing him down he begins to massage the muscles of his calves, thighs, arms, shoulders, and neck. He stops only for a moment to play with the new piercings on his nipples as he works his way up. Nicky moans and shakes when he does. It causes King Yusuf to coo in his ear, eliciting goosebumps to coat the skin where his fingers knead into him.
Once he is finally unfolded and his muscles aren’t yelling out at him, King Yusuf sits up and rakes his eyes up and down him. The rope binding his hands behind his back is still present. But, he wishes that they were free so he could move his hands to cover himself as he now lay shamelessly bare. Instead he scrunches his knees up, pressing his thighs together.
“No, no. My pet. This will be another rule you must follow. You will not be allowed to hide your beautiful body from me.” He pushes his knees back down and sits his own between Nicolo’s thighs. He is now spread helplessly wide and more exposed than he was before. “And, you do not want me to have to restrain you again so soon.”
Nicolo doesn’t totally understand why, but the way he is being touched and talked to has made his cock begin to ache again between his legs. It is an overwhelming feeling that grows up his body and sits heavy in his chest. He feels possessed as he jerkily thrusts his hips up once. His mouth parts with a breathy gasp as he stares up with confusion into King Yusuf’s eyes. He watches him shudder in pleasure again at his display.
“Or, maybe you do.” Keeping one hand light on his hip, he removes one of his knees from between Nicolo’s legs. He slides his body down so that he is laying on his side beside Nicolo, one leg on top of Nicolo’s thigh. He is using one of his arms, folded at the elbow, keeping him lifted enough to see Nicolo’s whole body.
Yusuf begins tracing his fingers up and down Nicolo’s inner thighs then up along his hip bones and stomach. He hasn’t yet touched his sex, but it has grown to its full hardness even with only these light touches. Nicolo has squeezed his eyes shut as his body responds to these new feelings by bucking his hips up more and more as he begins panting and fighting lightly against the weight of Yusuf’s leg holding him down.
“Oh, kitten. You are perfect. Your body already knows how to respond to me so well.” He whispers in his ear as he nibbles at Nicolo’s earlobe before letting his mouth wander down his neck, above and below his metal collar. “You were made for me.” He lets his long nimble fingers begin running light lines up and down his cock. Eventually he encircles it with the whole of his warm hand. Tears are prickling at the sides of his closed eyes as he bucks up into this hold. Nicolo only knows pleasure at the moment. Tiny gasps and moans are escaping unbidden from his writhing body. The heavy weight of Yusuf’s leg trapping one of his, the feeling of his lips kissing and biting down his neck, that firm hold on his cock that has started pumping to his unconscious thrusts. It’s a feeling growing up his spine and chest that he has never felt before. And, once it reaches the base of his head it explodes and rips through him. He wails as his body begins to convulse in a pleasure he has never experienced in his life.
Once he floats back down from that high, he notices all of the movements on his body have stopped. He opens his eyes to see the king staring down at him. A strange half smile on his lips as he looks at his belly. Following his sightline Nicolo sees and feels the warm spend on his stomach. His eyes widen in fear that he has done something wrong, somehow proving himself an unworthy gift in exchange for the King's withdrawal.
“Perfect.” Yusuf says quietly, almost to himself as he brings the hand that is around his softening cock up to his release. He runs two fingers through it before bringing them up to Nicolo’s still parted and panting mouth.
He isn’t sure how he knows but he knows that Yusuf wants him to take those fingers into his mouth. He darts his tongue out as the fingers press in. The thick liquid is bitter and odd but the look of utter reverence on the king's face makes him lick and suck all of it off his fingers. He can feel the ache already forming between his legs again. Whimpering into the fingers in his mouth he gives into the need to jerk his hips up again in search of relief. Somehow sucking on the fingers in his mouth makes this feeling both better and worse.
“Oh, Nicolo. You are going to be the perfect little whore for me.”
Nicolo opens his mouth to answer, the fingers in his mouth making the “Yes, master.” He tries to say almost unintelligible. But, the smile that spreads on Yusuf’s face tells him he has been understood.
He removes his fingers from his mouth, reaching behind him. He has grabbed a soft cloth that he uses to clean the rest of his spend off of him.
“Was that your first orgasm, kitten?”
Blushing deeply. “Yes, master. I have been saving myself... All of myself.”
“So, you’ve never been kissed either?”
Nicolo shakes his head gently against the ground. “No, master.”
Yusuf growls playfully and dips his head back down to Nicolo’s neck. Whispering into his ear, “Mine, mine. All mine.”
His hand runs up his chest. He grips one of the rings in his pierced nipples and gives a small tug. Nicolo gasps at the sudden feeling of both pain and pleasure. His mind racing as he is engulfed by the new feelings he is being taught his body is capable of.
“Those noises are mine.” King Yusuf says as he tugs at the other nipple, eliciting another gasp. “This cock is mine.” He moves his hand down to stroke at the half hard member. “These lips are mine.” Ever so lightly he lets his closed lips drop on top of Nicolo’s.
It feels like electric shock shoots into him at this new connection. Nicolo lets his own lips part to moan into this new sensation. The king’s tongue darts into his open mouth in an unexpected twist. Licking into him, Nicolo can only moan again and buck under the hand that is still playing with his cock.
“I will have you tonight.” King Yusuf says in a low, husky voice that sends a shiver down Nicolo’s spine. He can’t help but whimper and be a little afraid. He has not yet seen his new master’s cock, but he has felt it rubbing against his hip since his orgasm. It does not feel small.
“Do not be afraid, kitten. I will take my time with you.” Yusuf lets his hand wander further down, lightly caressing his balls, before circling a finger on the untouched hole.
“Ah, master.” Nicolo cries out at this new sensation. Thrusting down toward the finger. “P-please.”
“Tell me, Nicolo. Tell me what you need.” Yusuf is now running his fingers along that space between his balls and hole. It is causing the back of his head to buzz, it is becoming louder than his thoughts. He doesn’t know what he wants, he just wants.
A sob escapes his mouth as he cries, “I d-don’t know. I-I just need…” He sucks in a deep, stuttering breath as the finger once more teases along his hole. “M-master, you. Please.” He can’t think. It feels as if those are the only words he remembers how to say, and even those won’t be staying around for too long. He is just a writhing mess, his body now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of just feeling.
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo - dark AU - Prince Nicolo is the spoils of war to King Yusuf (non-con) (2/3)
Before they have a chance to make progress on the chains holding him in place, the king snaps his fingers before saying, “You are dismissed.”
They leave immediately and without even a look back. From his limited sight line, Nicolo begins taking in his surroundings. He is currently located in an opulent tent. The cloth walls a deep shade of red with intricate gold detailing along the top. From the corner of his eye he can make out a plush bedroll with large pillows surrounding it. Simple candle light lanterns seem to be the only lighting in the place making him realize he was in that chest for much longer than he thought.
He begins to shift in his bindings as he feels the man’s hands trail light lines up and down his spine.
“Hmm I don’t think we have ever been formally introduced. I am King Yusuf ibn Ibrahim al-Tayyib al-Kaysani and you now belong to me.” He presses a light kiss to the top of Nicolo’s spine.
Nicolo moans and again tries to shift in his chains. In response a strong hand grasps at one of his ass cheeks, kneading it as the king moans back at him.
“We are going to have such fun together, my little kitten.” He purrs as he lets his body fold over Nicolo’s. “But there will be some rules that I need you to follow, yes?” He has now moved to sit on his knees directly in front of him.
“The first and one of the most important: You are not to speak freely unless I have willed it. And, when you do speak, you will address me as your master. Shake your head if you understand.”
Nicolo nods as he stares wet eyes up at this man. His new master. His owner.
“Good, so I can take this harness off your beautiful face?” He has grasped Nicolo’s chin looking at him with a penetrating stare. Nicolo does his best to nod again in the hold.
Fishing a chain from under his shirt, he pulls it over his head. It holds a set of keys. Choosing one he unlocks the small padlock he hadn’t seen the attendants add to this part of his outfit.
Pulling the leather off of his face and the large ball from between his lips, Nicolo can’t help the gratified moan that escapes him. He feels his face flush from the lewd display of receiving pleasure just from that simple action.
King Yusuf just laughs at his embarrassment as he looks fondly at him. “Now, what do you say when I grant you such sweet reprieve?” He asks with a wolffish smile.
Nicolo thinks he knows what he wants him to say, but he is having a hard time either finding his words or being ready to drop this low. King Yusuf’s smile fades quickly at his continued silence. “You do not want to anger me, kitten. So, what will you say?”
“Thank you, master.” Nicolo watches a shudder of pleasure pass through the man above him.
“Good boy.” He says in a low husky voice that makes Nicolo turn a deep shade of red. He pulls his eyes to the ground and begins to gnaw at his lower lip.
“None of that now.” He taps his lips. “If you need something to do with that delectable looking mouth of yours, I have some ideas. That is another rule to keep in mind. You belong to me now. Your body belongs to me. And, I do not like it when something that belongs to me is damaged.” Nicolo whimpers at this new understanding.
He wants to speak, but does not wish to anger this man so early into their new relationship of master and property.
“Master?” He says in a small voice. He is hoping adopting this colloquialism early might endear him to the king.
His chest puffs at the moniker and Nicolo can see he has pleased him with this.
“What is it kitten? You may speak freely at the moment.”
“Master, I was wondering if you had ever heard of the prophecy spoken when I was born?” Nicolo has no way of knowing if this type of knowledge is known outside his small kingdom.
King Yusuf lets out a rumble low in his chest, “You are wondering if I know that you have kept your purity? And, that perhaps this was always destined to happen?”
“Yes, master.” Nicolo turns his eyes down as his body burns with that idea.
The king pets slow strokes on his head. “Do not worry, I will take care of you. And, I promise not to hurt you if you do not test my patience or blatantly defy me.” His voice is a resounding wave of power that ripples through Nicolo’s chest.
He lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you. Thank you master.”
“And, I have such faith in you. You are already doing so well. You are a gem to your people Prince Nicolo. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, always know that.” He has come to cup Nicolo’s cheek again. He nuzzles into the soft touch almost unconsciously.
“Now let’s get the rest of these bindings off you.”
Unlocking the chains with more of the keys from around his neck, Nicolo tries to unfold his body. He is stopped as his muscles twinge and cramp. A pathetic sound falling from his mouth.
Without a word, King Yusuf gathers him in his arms and carries him to the plush bedroll. Placing him down he begins to massage the muscles of his calves, thighs, arms, shoulders, and neck. He stops only for a moment to play with the new piercings on his nipples as he works his way up. Nicky moans and shakes when he does. It causes King Yusuf to coo in his ear, eliciting goosebumps to coat the skin where his fingers knead into him.
Once he is finally unfolded and his muscles aren’t yelling out at him, King Yusuf sits up and rakes his eyes up and down him. The rope binding his hands behind his back is still present. But, he wishes that they were free so he could move his hands to cover himself as he now lay shamelessly bare. Instead he scrunches his knees up, pressing his thighs together.
“No, no. My pet. This will be another rule you must follow. You will not be allowed to hide your beautiful body from me.” He pushes his knees back down and sits his own between Nicolo’s thighs. He is now spread helplessly wide and more exposed than he was before. “And, you do not want me to have to restrain you again so soon.”
Nicolo doesn’t totally understand why, but the way he is being touched and talked to has made his cock begin to ache again between his legs. It is an overwhelming feeling that grows up his body and sits heavy in his chest. He feels possessed as he jerkily thrusts his hips up once. His mouth parts with a breathy gasp as he stares up with confusion into King Yusuf’s eyes. He watches him shudder in pleasure again at his display.
“Or, maybe you do.” Keeping one hand light on his hip, he removes one of his knees from between Nicolo’s legs. He slides his body down so that he is laying on his side beside Nicolo, one leg on top of Nicolo’s thigh. He is using one of his arms, folded at the elbow, keeping him lifted enough to see Nicolo’s whole body.
Yusuf begins tracing his fingers up and down Nicolo’s inner thighs then up along his hip bones and stomach. He hasn’t yet touched his sex, but it has grown to its full hardness even with only these light touches. Nicolo has squeezed his eyes shut as his body responds to these new feelings by bucking his hips up more and more as he begins panting and fighting lightly against the weight of Yusuf’s leg holding him down.
“Oh, kitten. You are perfect. Your body already knows how to respond to me so well.” He whispers in his ear as he nibbles at Nicolo’s earlobe before letting his mouth wander down his neck, above and below his metal collar. “You were made for me.” He lets his long nimble fingers begin running light lines up and down his cock. Eventually he encircles it with the whole of his warm hand. Tears are prickling at the sides of his closed eyes as he bucks up into this hold. Nicolo only knows pleasure at the moment. Tiny gasps and moans are escaping unbidden from his writhing body. The heavy weight of Yusuf’s leg trapping one of his, the feeling of his lips kissing and biting down his neck, that firm hold on his cock that has started pumping to his unconscious thrusts. It’s a feeling growing up his spine and chest that he has never felt before. And, once it reaches the base of his head it explodes and rips through him. He wails as his body begins to convulse in a pleasure he has never experienced in his life.
Once he floats back down from that high, he notices all of the movements on his body have stopped. He opens his eyes to see the king staring down at him. A strange half smile on his lips as he looks at his belly. Following his sightline Nicolo sees and feels the warm spend on his stomach. His eyes widen in fear that he has done something wrong, somehow proving himself an unworthy gift in exchange for the King's withdrawal.
“Perfect.” Yusuf says quietly, almost to himself as he brings the hand that is around his softening cock up to his release. He runs two fingers through it before bringing them up to Nicolo’s still parted and panting mouth.
He isn’t sure how he knows but he knows that Yusuf wants him to take those fingers into his mouth. He darts his tongue out as the fingers press in. The thick liquid is bitter and odd but the look of utter reverence on the king's face makes him lick and suck all of it off his fingers. He can feel the ache already forming between his legs again. Whimpering into the fingers in his mouth he gives into the need to jerk his hips up again in search of relief. Somehow sucking on the fingers in his mouth makes this feeling both better and worse.
“Oh, Nicolo. You are going to be the perfect little whore for me.”
Nicolo opens his mouth to answer, the fingers in his mouth making the “Yes, master.” He tries to say almost unintelligible. But, the smile that spreads on Yusuf’s face tells him he has been understood.
He removes his fingers from his mouth, reaching behind him. He has grabbed a soft cloth that he uses to clean the rest of his spend off of him.
“Was that your first orgasm, kitten?”
Blushing deeply. “Yes, master. I have been saving myself... All of myself.”
“So, you’ve never been kissed either?”
Nicolo shakes his head gently against the ground. “No, master.”
Yusuf growls playfully and dips his head back down to Nicolo’s neck. Whispering into his ear, “Mine, mine. All mine.”
His hand runs up his chest. He grips one of the rings in his pierced nipples and gives a small tug. Nicolo gasps at the sudden feeling of both pain and pleasure. His mind racing as he is engulfed by the new feelings he is being taught his body is capable of.
“Those noises are mine.” King Yusuf says as he tugs at the other nipple, eliciting another gasp. “This cock is mine.” He moves his hand down to stroke at the half hard member. “These lips are mine.” Ever so lightly he lets his closed lips drop on top of Nicolo’s.
It feels like electric shock shoots into him at this new connection. Nicolo lets his own lips part to moan into this new sensation. The king’s tongue darts into his open mouth in an unexpected twist. Licking into him, Nicolo can only moan again and buck under the hand that is still playing with his cock.
“I will have you tonight.” King Yusuf says in a low, husky voice that sends a shiver down Nicolo’s spine. He can’t help but whimper and be a little afraid. He has not yet seen his new master’s cock, but he has felt it rubbing against his hip since his orgasm. It does not feel small.
“Do not be afraid, kitten. I will take my time with you.” Yusuf lets his hand wander further down, lightly caressing his balls, before circling a finger on the untouched hole.
“Ah, master.” Nicolo cries out at this new sensation. Thrusting down toward the finger. “P-please.”
“Tell me, Nicolo. Tell me what you need.” Yusuf is now running his fingers along that space between his balls and hole. It is causing the back of his head to buzz, it is becoming louder than his thoughts. He doesn’t know what he wants, he just wants.
A sob escapes his mouth as he cries, “I d-don’t know. I-I just need…” He sucks in a deep, stuttering breath as the finger once more teases along his hole. “M-master, you. Please.” He can’t think. It feels as if those are the only words he remembers how to say, and even those won’t be staying around for too long. He is just a writhing mess, his body now covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion of just feeling.
“Shh...shh. I’ve got you.”