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“Fuck sake boy!-”
Antinous hissed, trying to buck his hips and move his limbs, almost forgetting that he was tied up on the bed. How the hell did he end up like this? A strong and powerful man in the hands of a pathetic Prince. God, if someone saw him like this, what would they think? If it was one of the maids or servants then he wouldn’t give a shit. But if it was one of his fellow suitors? Eurymachus? He wouldn’t live it down.
“That’s Prince to you. Whore.”
Came from a muffled voice, which was Telemachus. With a soft pop, the Prince sat up from sucking on Antinous’s cock. Looking up at the tied up suitor, the Prince smirked, replacing his lips with his hand, gently but slowly stroking the other's cock.
“Boy-”
Telemachus’s hand squeezed on Antinous’s cock, making him whimper, writhe and buck his hips.
“Are you going to cooperate or do I have to punish you? Again ?”
Going back to stop, deliberate strokes, Telemachus chuckled as he saw the suitor try to look away from him. Removing his hand, the Prince sat on the suitors lap, grabbing his chin.
“Answer me.”
Antinous wanted to get out of these restraints. To fuck this Prince. To show him who the real dominant person was here. But that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Slowly, the suitor nodded.
“I’m afraid I didn’t catch that… Speak .”
Grinding back against Antinous’s cock, the suitor moaned, bucking up.
“Please!- Fuck… I’ll behave!”
“Good boy.”
God those words. It made Antinous twitch just hearing them. He shouldn’t be aroused by this. He wasn’t aroused by this. Or maybe he was, he had to admit even seeing the Prince in this state, on top of him, trying to fuck him. It was… Hot.
Telemachus moved back, slipping off his chiton and rubbing his hard cock against Antinous’s hole. His hand groping at the spread thighs and the beautiful sight before him. Antinous bucked into the touch once again, the restraints on his wrists felt even tighter than before.
Was the Prince really going this slow just to tease him? He already said please, he said he’d behave so what was taking the Prince so long. Once again Antinous bucked his hips, only to feel nails digging into his inner thigh, it made him moan for just a moment. The pain, it was so good.
“Prince… Please.”
Raising an eyebrow, Telemachus stopped stroking his cock and looked towards the pathetic suitor laying on the sheets.
“Please what? Speak up.”
“Please… Fuck me. Prince. Please.”
There it was. Those pathetic words, the begging, it was too beautiful to resist. Quickly slamming his hips forward, Telemachus buried himself inside, snapping their hips together. One hand rested on Antinous's hip, the other wrapped around the suitor's cock, gently stroking.
Though the Prince didn’t wait for Antinous to adjust. He knew that the suitor got off to this. The overstimulation, the pain. He knew Antinous all too well. Listening to his whines, his pathetic moans was just fuel to the fire.
“Oh good boy. Fuck- Such a good boy. Moaning like a fucking pathetic whore.”
Anitnous rolled his head back, trying to buck his hips to match the thrusts and strokes that the Prince was giving him. He didn’t care who saw anymore, he was lost in the pain and pleasure that the Prince was giving him. His moans grow louder and louder with each passing moment.
“Who do you belong to, hm?”
Telemachus let out a soft chuckle as his hands moved away from Antinous’s cock, making a whine come from the pathetic suitor as he hooked a leg over his shoulder, bending Antinous a bit to thrust deeper inside, only eliciting more moans from the suitor.
“You! You! Gods… Prince!!~ I belong to you!”
Moaned Antinous between his breaths, though the dull feeling of not having a hand around his cock made him buck his hips.
“Good whore.”
It didn’t take long before Antinous came close to his climax. His hips bucked more frequently, his eyes even rolled back from the pleasure of being fucked by the Prince.
“Please… Fuckin- Prince! Please- Need to cum, Please!”
Listening to the begs were so adorable, Telemachus’s smirk widened ever so slightly as he moved a bit faster, slamming his hips against the suitors ass.
“Aw. Does the whore want to cum? Beg harder. ”
Whining at those words, Antinous bucked his hips again. As much as he hated begging for a man like Telemachus, he really had no choice, that and he didn’t mind anyways because he had to admit that this was really fucking hot.
“Please. Please, my Prince! Fuck- Let me cum, I’ve been… A good boy!! A good boy!~ Please, I beg of you, I want to cum”
Though Telemachus didn't stop his movements. His hands gripped onto him like his life depended on it, digging his nails into the suitors skin, drawing a bit of blood, but that only heightened the pleasure for both of me.
“Cum for me like the fucking whore you are.”
Antinous bucked his hips once again, moans and whimpers slipped from his lips as he felt his climax quickly reach its peak. Cum dripping from his cock as it landed onto his upper stomach, just about to reach his chest. It made the suitor writhe and buck under the Prince's touch.
Though the Prince didn’t stop his movements, his hand gripped into Antinous, drawing more blood as it started to drip onto the bedding, running down the suitors leg.
“Prince!- Prince!!~”
Antinous begged and begged. Unsure if he wanted more or wanted this to stop. But gods it felt so good. Telemachus’s other hand moved to gently caress the tip of the suitor's cock, making him whimper, moan and beg under his touch. He was like a putty in Telemachus’s hands, bending and folding to his will.
“Oh such a good boy. Look at you, bucking like a helpless puppy. Where did that big brave face go, hm? Now you’re reduced to a fucking mess.”
Antinous turned his head to the side, allowing the drool to reach and fall against the pillow. Moaning and whimpering as the relentless assault on his ass wouldn’t stop, he didn’t want it to stop either. Thrusting his hips up to try and get Telemachus to touch him, the Prince did so.
Wrapping his hand around the suitor's cock, Telemachus quickly began to jerk off the suitor, not stopping at all, which overwhelmed Antinous with pleasure. The assault on his ass, the hand around his cock, it was all too much. He wanted to cum again, he wanted to come undone, just from the Prince’s hand. Gods how did he end up in this situation?
“Again.. Please! Need-”
Antinous’s words were cut off by a moan as Telemachus leaned over, bending the suitors leg more, shoving him into a half-press as he bit down on Antinous’s pressure point on his throat. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the moans eliciting from the suitor as they echoed throughout the room was absolutely beautiful.
“Go on.”
Telemachus allowed it, just this once. It’s what he was going for after all. After a moment, Telemachus had thrusted inside of Antinous one last time, spilling his cum inside of the suitor's ass, letting out a deep moan as he bit Antinous’s neck.
While it took just a moment more, the suitor came all over Telemachus’s hand, the cum coating his palm as the Prince gently lowered Antinous’s leg. Pulling out and away from Antinous, Telemachus gently settled on top of the suitor. Moving his hand towards Antinous’s face, the Prince didn’t even need to say a command before the whore in the sheets began to lap and lick at his hand, cleaning away all of the cum.
A free hand was used to untie the bindings that help Antinous in place, and surprisingly he made no effort to escape. Not like he could anyways, Telemachus was still on top of him. Undoing any other bindings, Antinous quickly wrapped his arms around the Prince, pulling him down to snuggle against his chest. It was soft… Warm, but nice.
“Good boy. Let me run you a bath.”