The Masked Prince

by Faith Ryan

  “Hold still, or you’ll get hurt again,” Rafe warns, but his tone says he would enjoy it if I kept moving. I pointedly hold my body still and take a small amount of joy in how he frowns at my rigidity. He quickly shakes it off, pressing the tip of the blade at my right hip bone then swiftly slashing through the cotton covering me. He repeats the gesture on the other side, leaving me exposed to his view.

  Rafe grips my cock in his hand, squeezing repeatedly. It’s not hard enough to hurt, and my body betrays me at the sensation, filling my length to full hardness. He stops squeezing and I meet his eyes, waiting for whatever cruel torture he has in store for me next.

  Rafe leans forward a few inches and spits onto my cock. Using his own saliva, he strokes me. The unexpected sensation of pleasure causes me to jerk in his hand, and he lets out that laugh I’ve begun to dread.

  “You are in for such a treat tonight, Alek. I promised you a reward, how about another first?”

  He lets go of my dick and stands to finish removing his clothing. I don’t do more than breathe and consider his question before his mouth engulfs my length. I groan, remembering the way he sucked me awake last night. He continues to bob up and down, getting me slick with the slobber running from his mouth down to the base of my cock and onto my balls. When he pops off, I let out a grunt at the denial.

  “Don’t worry, dear boy, it’s about to get really good.”

  Rafe crawls up my body, licking the small cuts he made earlier, until his cock rubs against my own. Then he does something I never would have expected from a man with such a need for domination. Rafe lifts off me a few inches, places my cockhead at his asshole, then slams down onto me. He grinds down on me in small circles, slowly at first, then harder and faster until I’m seeing stars.

  Holy shit. I’ve never come so fast in my life.

  7

  Jess

  Jairo continues to attempt to dissuade me from going to Rafe’s rooms, but I ignore him. All I can think about is the boy being used and abused. Rafe won’t spare him any mercy, it’s not in his nature.

  I round the last corner and stop dead, Jairo slamming into me from behind. The impact knocks me forward and I lose my footing, but I can’t take my eyes off the cracked door to Rafe’s suite. Jairo steadies me, grabbing onto my biceps and pulling me back upright, hushed apologies falling from his lips. I shush him quietly, stepping closer to the door.

  The narrow space created by the slightly ajar door is the perfect frame for my viewing. It blocks out the inanimate objects displayed ostentatiously around Rafe’s living space, putting the focus squarely on the two men in the center of the room.

  I watch in horrified fascination as Rafe pushes into the boy’s asshole. The boy flinches away before stiffening his body and holding still.

  “Oh, Alek, fight me if you wish. I rather enjoy that, but this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment.”

  Rafe doesn’t wait for the boy—Alek—to respond before he begins to roughly fuck him. And that’s exactly what it is, a fuck. At first I thought I may have encountered them in the throes of passionate lovemaking, seeing how Rafe had been impaling himself on Alek’s cock when I had first caught sight of them. But now I know that was Rafe’s way of allowing himself to pretend Alek wanted it as much as him. I can hear his justification in my mind, “Of course it was mutual and consensual Jess, the boy came, didn’t he?” never mind that Alek was in obvious pain.

  “Jess,” Jairo hisses the word in my ear. “I think we should come back later. This is Rafe’s private business.”

  I shake him off. “Private business? He’s raping that boy!” I whisper-yell back at him. “We need to do something.”

  “It’s not our place to do something, Jess. He is Rafe’s to do with as he pleases. Your father gave him over to the man himself. If you interfere, you will go against your father’s dictate. You’ll cause the boy more trouble.”

  I know he’s right, but that doesn’t make me like it. “Fine. I won’t interrupt. But we are not leaving until they’re finished. I want to be sure Rafe does nothing more damaging than he already has.”

  Jairo sighs and nods in acceptance. He takes a stance beside me, half to perform his guard duty and half to watch. That’s one reason I don’t mind Jairo so much. He is accepting of more non-traditional lifestyles. And as long as I keep his secret, he helps me to circumvent my father’s attempts at forced marriage.

  Satisfied I will get to at least assume an air of responsibility in Alek’s well-being, I turn my attention back to the two men on the floor of Rafe’s living area.

  Rafe is still pounding in and out of Alek, but he now holds the younger man’s cock in his hand, stroking him back to hardness. Alek’s face is a twisted display of pleasure and pain, of hatred and acceptance. He is fighting the rapture building in his him by force of will alone, but if his clenched fists and arched back are any indication, it’s a battle he is slowly losing.

  Jairo shifts beside me and reaches down to adjust himself. “Sorry,” he says, but his apology isn’t needed. I know that Rafe is using Alek to fulfill his basest desire, and I’m unsure how consensual their sexual coupling is, but it doesn’t stop my own body from flushing with heat and arousal whilst I watch their sweating bodies collide.

  Suddenly Rafe adjusts his position, hiking Alek’s legs up higher on his arms. Alek grits out incomprehensible words, and Rafe laughs. “That’s right, it’s so much deeper this way. I can feel you fighting it, Alek. I won’t let you win; if you want this over with, you need to succumb to your pleasure. I’m not coming until you do. And Alek, I have plenty of stamina; I can go all night.” Another demented laugh escapes Rafe at the look of defeat on Alek’s face.

  The moment Alek accepts Rafe’s words, his body seems to become an active participant in the fucking. His hips move to meet Rafe’s, his hand finds his cock and starts pumping, and his lips open to let out the sexiest of groans. It doesn’t take long before Alek shoots cum all over his own chest, followed by only a few more thrusts for Rafe to find his release.

  Rafe pulls out without care of Alek’s roughly used hole, the hiss of pain is ignored by the apathetic man. “Get cleaned up. You can sleep in my guest room tonight, but don’t get used to it. I’ll have more appropriate accommodations made for you in the morning.”

  Rafe leaves Alek laying there and I watch him close his eyes tightly before covering his face with his hands.

  “Jess, we should go. You saw what you wanted; this is not something anyone else should be witness to.”

  I appreciate Jairo’s concern for Alek’s humiliation to remain private. Whether he chose to be with Rafe or was forced, it is his shame to bear.

  I nod. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

  Jairo steps back to allow me to walk ahead of him, ever the gentleman, but in doing so knocks into the hall table, rattling the knickknacks sitting there. I look back to see if Alek heard, and if the noise alerted him to the witnesses of his indiscretion.

  I meet his gaze and see the accusation in his eyes as they take both me and Jairo in, but it quickly changes to one of disbelief and curiosity. I follow his line of sight to see what caused such a reaction. His stare is firmly locked below my waist and I know what he’s seeing without me needing to look at myself.

  It’s my turn to experience shame. I turn and run back to my room, Jairo following close behind. Once inside, I slam the door shut before throwing myself face down on the bed.

  “Don’t worry, Jess, it’ll be okay,” Jairo tries to console me.

  “But he saw me, Jairo. He saw what watching him did to me. There’s also a chance he saw my face earlier. If he did, then he knows Kassem Salib’s greatest shame. He saw the greatest disappointment of an entire bloodline… me. He saw me.”

  8

  Jairo

  I take in Jess’ distraught state. I want to offer comfort, but I know it will be rejected. Jess doesn’t do well with anyone’s empathy, preferring to stand against life’s injustices alone and stoi
c.

  “Jess, you are not a disappointment. Your father is a fool, a man whose pride means more than his own child. You’re perfect the way you are, never doubt it. And if that young boy has seen the real you, his reaction will soon tell whether he is worth your tears.”

  I’m unable to resist any longer and lift Jess into my arms. “You’re a man that deserves the world, Jess. One day someone will give it to you; despite your effeminate nature and your father’s laws, someone out there will feed your heart with their own. And a love of that magnitude will change our world. It will knock down the Rafes and Kassems of the world, replacing them with a rightful, understanding ruler… you.”

  Jess lifts his head to look me in the eye. Whatever he sees there must satisfy him as he nods and smiles faintly. Then he does something unexpected. He presses his lips to my own. I don’t immediately respond, unsure what he wants from me.

  Jess pulls away just enough to whisper against my mouth, “Please, Jairo. I need to feel wanted. Just this once, make me feel alive.”

  Jess has tried several times during my employment to seduce me. The flirty words and overly sexy undergarments he flaunts in my presence have never managed to sway me. But this pleading for acceptance is something I can’t ignore.

  I adjust our positions until he is straddling my body, his hard cock pressed to my belly. My arms wrap around his back, holding him to me.

  “Jess, I don’t—,” he silences me with his finger to my lips.

  “No, Jairo. No excuses. This is just you and me, and a need to feel.”

  Jess rolls his hips forward, his hardness rubbing me through the layers of our clothing. He repeats the motion a few times before a mewl of frustration escapes him and he pushes himself off me to stand.

  Jess strips down until he is in nothing but a pair of frilly lace and silk undies that show off his impressive size. He may appear feminine, but Jess is definitely all man where it counts.

  After he discards his clothing, Jess undoes mine. It doesn’t take long before I’m naked and he is straddling me again. His cock presses the silky fabric he’s wearing against my lower abdomen. A groan rumbles through me at the softness, such a contrast to the men I’m usually with. I typically like men with similar build to Rafe, though I would never touch that man.

  Jess’ thin, effeminate features make me feel strong. They make me want to assert control, which is something I usually leave for my partners. I get enough of playing the badass manly man as Jess’ guard. But if Jess needs me to be that man in bed, then I won’t deny him what he needs.

  He rocks his hips again and my dick slides along the length of his crack, my piercing catching on his hole through the lace. The “oh” that sounds from him is filled with want and curiosity.

  Jess never asks questions about my past, and I’m glad because I would never tell him, but it’s common knowledge that under his father’s rule a man with a Prince Albert piercing was trained as a courtesan in the palace. It was a way for the higher class to avoid punishment under the sodomy laws; the courtesans are considered property rather than people. It is difficult to leave such a life, and I briefly wonder if Jess realizes his father’s role in my life as more than my ruler.

  “It doesn’t matter, Jairo. I accept you as you are, the same way you accept me.”

  Jess’s hips don’t falter in their rhythm and he presses down a little more with each brush of my cock against his hole.

  “What does it feel like?” Jess asks.

  Jess isn’t a virgin, so I know what he’s asking. “How about you find out firsthand?” I flip him onto his back, rip the silk from his hips, and lower my body to his, our cocks touching.

  I reach a hand to his mouth, stroking two fingers along his lips and silently asking for entry. He opens for me, sucking my fingers and wetting them thoroughly. He swirls his tongue around and between the digits in a demonstration of his cock sucking skills as I slide them free of his mouth.

  I immediately place my saliva drenched digits at his hole, massaging the puckered skin and wetting it for easier entry. I fondle him leisurely, taking my time before I push in and stretch him, preparing him to accept my size, which is larger than most. When he lifts and lowers his ass to meet my fingers, I pull my hand away.

  His sound of frustration is adorable, but I know he’ll like this next part even more. Grabbing hold of my dick, I place the tip at his entrance and draw circles there with the balled head on my piercing before pushing inside.

  I go slowly to allow Jess to adjust, but also to allow him to feel the slide of the metal. Once I’m fully inside, the piercing sits at just the right angle to rub his prostate with the slightest of movement. Jess wiggles and gasps, and then wiggles again. “Oh, God, Jairo. Move, I need you to move before I come just from this.”

  I laugh, but oblige, pulling out until just the head of my cock is inside him, then pushing back in. I hit that spot inside over and over, the added sensation from the piercing bringing Jess closer with each thrust.

  I continue the push and pull, bringing Jess to climax, before allowing myself to let go. As my release barrels through me, I know that this changes things. I can no longer be Jess’ friend, only his guard, but it’s not just our relationship I’m worried about. Right before I came, Jess’s door opened and Rafe’s new toy stood there watching, taking in Jess with hunger written all over his face.

  9

  Alek

  As I watch Jess with the man, I’m equal parts fascinated and jealous. Is this what she—he?—felt when he watched me with Rafe? I have little experience with men, sexually or otherwise. Rafe accounts for my only sexual experiences, period, and the law has kept me from making an advancement in finding a partner, too afraid of the consequences if I approached the wrong person.

  The man, who I recognize as Jess’ guard from earlier, looks up and catches me watching the two of them. He grunts out his release, but there’s a sadness in his eyes as he fills Jess’ body.

  I back away quietly, closing the door behind me and make my way back to Rafe’s rooms. He left earlier to meet with a man about the lamp, something about figuring out how it opened. I thought I would find Jess and… well I don’t know what I thought would happen, I just knew I needed to see her… I mean him. This clarifies what I thought I had seen through the crack in the door from Rafe’s living area. Jess has a dick, a rather impressive one at that.

  I shake my head as I enter the suite and sit on the sofa. I can’t fantasize about Jess, he’s taken. Besides, I know if Rafe ever discovered me panting after someone other than himself I’d be punished, and I have no intention of finding out what his punishments are like. His pleasure is bad enough.

  I lean against the back of the sofa, exhausted from the events of the day. It’s almost surreal, being here in this house. Last night I was just a lonely thief, today I’m Rafe’s whore and errand boy. I suppose at least I’ll have a bed to sleep in and food in my belly.

  I let my body relax, allowing the tension in my muscles to ease. Rafe is going to be out for who knows how long, I should get some rest while I can. Closing my eyes, I drift off into a half sleep state, still listening for Rafe’s return.

  A resounding knock causes me to jerk awake. I blink a few times, trying to orient myself to the room and remember where I am. I wipe a trail of drool from my chin with my forearm and rub at my eyes with clenched fists. Yawning, I stretch my arms above my head. The knock comes again, and I wonder who it is and if I should answer considering this isn’t my room. Another round of knocking sounds, booming and harsh. Fuck it. What’s the worst that could happen?

  I yank the door open and take in the man standing there. He’s tall and broad, handsome in a rugged way.

  “Where’s Rafe?” His voice is low and soft. It rushes over me, causing a shiver to move through me. He looks annoyed and determined. “Hello? Rafe. Where is he?”

  I shrug. “Don’t know. He left a while ago. Said he had an errand to run.” I leave out the part about the lamp. I don’
t know why Rafe wanted it, but I’m sure it will do more harm than good for me to mention it.

  The man looks down the hall in both directions, then back at me. He shoves me into the suite, closes the door, and turns the lock, all without taking his eyes off me. I stumble from the strength in his hands, a strength it seems he’s not even trying to use.

  “Who are you, kid?” He crosses his arms, the muscles flexing, and I suspect he could easily kill me with his bare hands. “And why are you in Rafe’s suite?”

  “Rafe brought me here.” I try to sound confident and as if I belong. I don’t want to admit to this man that I am essentially Rafe’s slave, here to do what he wants, when he wants. “Who are you?”

  The man laughs, a derisive chuckle, and I know to him I am equal to the scum on the bottom of his boot. He doesn’t answer my question, choosing to keep his identity to himself. “You haven’t been with Rafe long, huh? You’d be begging me to get you away from him if you had, or you’d know who I am from Rafe’s constant admiration. You see, I’m the thing he wants most, but can’t have. I’m his greatest desire. You are merely the means to an end, quite possibly your own.”

  He walks closer to me, circling around me and taking in every inch of my body from head to toe as I follow him with my eyes, twisting my head so I don’t miss his reactions to me. His eyes shine with appreciation and I preen a little to be noticed in such a way. Then he smirks. “I can see why he likes you. Young, built, gorgeous in that street rat kind of way, but I bet what drew him in was your innocence.”

  I swallow hard, arousal sizzling beneath my skin at his words and continued appraisal.