The second he walked in, the sexyboi could feel all the eyes in the room directed at him- and why not? Mark was the well-known illegitimate son of King Baiser. Yet, as the King had failed to unleash any more semen since that night when he was only 14, Mark was the rightful heir to the throne and thus the Prince. It wasn't a title he had ever wanted, but his striking good looks had won his peoples hearts and hid the ravenous beast within.
"Take a seat over there" The instructor alone seemed impervious to Mark's sexilicious cheekbones (later he would find out that she was only into rabbits).
As Mark shuffled over to the chair, murmurs about his "great ass" and "fuckable mouth" became louder. His tight red tunic and leggings only teased the people in the room further. Only the man by the Prince's chair remained silent, quietly observing the newest member of the Confessing And Tempting Sexuals group, C.A.T.S.
"Why don't you start tonight's confessions, Mark?" The teacher's breasts heaved like unmilked cow pink things as she sat down.
"Uh...yeah..." Mark stood up, very aware of his tight leggings and the spicy sausage within. "My name is Mark and I have not made passionate love to a dead body for a year."
A few gasps of surprise went around the room, and the teacher asked, "I see, and why have you come here today?"
"Well, I'm going to be ascending the throne in a few weeks, and I've had these...urges..." Mark could feel the blood rushing downwards at the mere thought. "And I want to stop this altogether. I've only been with one corpse but she was something special even while alive-I actually regretted causing her death. But after I withdrew myself from her and saw her pale face, I couldn't stop myself from wanting her body even more..."
The instructor took off her cape, allowing her breasts to bounce freely under the black corset like little rabbits. ( . )Any who dared to look between her legs could see the wet pickle she had bound underneath her. "Have you tried releasing your sexual tension in a different way, Mark?"
His green-grey eyes roved like elves around her body's curves, and it took him a moment to answer the question. "No, not particularly. I mean, I have only bedded that one woman-" someone in the room gasped and started coughing "-and she always liked to be on top."
The well-rounded man sitting by Mark finally raised his head. "So are you saying you are essentially as naïve as a virgin, Mark?"
The embarrassed prince couldn't look the question-poser in the eyes, and only nodded at the ground.
The rest of the meeting only composed of more confessions, and a few group activities. Mark found himself drawn more and more to Jason, the mysterious man who sat by him. Jason was a seasoned dominating masochist, who kept his hands near, but never on Mark's thingy.
After the meeting was another story. As the prince walked back towards his horse, Jason moved out of the shadows of a large willow tree and pinned Mark against it instead. Mark could hear Jason's ragged breathing by his ear as Jason began grinding his waist against the prince's.
"Wha...Wha.. What are you doing?" Mark forcefully pushed Jason away, only to have the taller man catch his wrists and pin them above, against the tree.
Jason lightly bit Marks neck, moving upwards to his ear "I'm doing what I know will help you." Then the dominant whirled Mark around, released his wrists, and aggressively pulled the tight leggings down. "I know what can tame the sexual urges within you" Suddenly Mark felt a finger enter his pooping place and he cried out with pleasure. Jason's fingers slid in and out with ease, and he felt what was going on inside his partner's bum and got a sense of the interior landscape. With his other hand, Jason caressed Mark's buttcheeks in an attempt to make him relax and open up more.
Soon enough, the dark and shaggy haired youth got used to the sensation, and began to relax his sphincter musckles. Jason delved again and again, alternating his stroke with little circular wiggles around the butt-walls. Mark cried out for it to stop, but his body was pushing backwards into Jason's hardness. Excited by this new contact, Jason moved his left hand to grasp the legendary MarquisSausage and began entering Mark with two fingers.
The new vigour with which Jason was fingering him with was too much for the young prince. His hands dug into the bark of the tree, back arching with pleasure, and his eyes shut tight. Jason burned deep into Mark with the fire of a Dragon King. With a momentary urge to eat some pizza-flavoured chips, Mark spouted out a fountain into the willow tree.
As the sexyboi rested against the tree, Jason huskily whispered, "My castle, midnight tomorrow. Come alone" and melted into the darkness, leaving Prince Mark confused.
