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[catboyftm]

It was time for the princes daily health check. As the only hair to the kingdoms throne he had to remain well and healthy. Too bad that the staff assigned to this task had little good in mind.

Just a few weeks ago they had confinced him to remain without orgams, claiming that it was unhealthy for his royal highness to cum. At first this was no problem for the prince. He'd just keep his hands off himself and that would be it.

But shortly after starting this "treatment" it started to get harder. It couldn't have been the supliments his staff gave him for the throat ache he has been complaining about.

Eventually the prince was found touching himself, luckily just in time that non of his royal cum came out. He was promptly put into chastity. And knowing that he had failed to follow his treatment plan he agreed without complaint.

Sadly for him he soon found himself on a new treatment. He was restrained against his bed while his staff tended to his denied cock, touching and rubbing it for a while till finally stopping just as he was about to cum. He'd whine and beg them to keep going. Only to be ment with a no. "This is for your own good your highness. We can't risk you feeling unwell because of the lack of stimulation."

And so the prince found himself locked up in chasity, edged relentlessly every night only to be locked up again.

[catboyftm]

the young prince has been overworking himself, lately. endless meetings and events and paperwork. the palace sorcerer has noticed it more than anyone. taken an unusually keen interest, in fact.

"your highness," he says, while the prince is at his writing desk. "i think perhaps you need to rest."

"no, no, i'm nearly finished," the prince replies.

"please, i insist," the sorcerer says. "you've stressed yourself. i think i have just the thing to help you."

the prince, after a moment of hesitation, weakly agrees, and follows the sorcerer to his tower, high above the rest of the palace, where no-one will disturb them.

"let me get a pillow for you to sit on," the sorcerer says. "you'll hurt yourself sitting on the stone."

the prince awkwardly tries to balance himself on the pillow, before the sorcerer stops him.

"perhaps it might be better if you kneel?" the sorcerer suggests.

the prince bites his bottom lip. "must i sit on the floor? i'm... not sure about this..."

the sorcerer puts a gentle hand on the prince's shoulder. "please. trust me, your highness."

the little exhale the prince lets out as he settles onto his knees is such a sweet sound. the sorcerer restrains himself, for now.

"there we are," the sorcerer says, and takes a watch from his desk. "shall we begin?"

"a... pocketwatch?" the prince frowns.

"it's all a part of the process," the sorcerer smiles, and lets it hang. "just follow it with your eyes. trust me."

the prince has always been a little too trusting. his eyes swivel back and forth with the watch, as he takes slow breaths, in and out, left to right, in and out, left to right.

"just relax," the sorcerer says, his voice softening. it doesn't take much magic to make the watch an object of intense focus. "let go of all that tension for me."

the prince's shoulders slowly slump, and the sorcerer looks on in delight as the prince tries to resist the slackening of his jaw.

"don't fight it," the sorcerer says. "we want all of those muscles nice and loose."

that was all the prince needed to let his mouth hang open. his body is almost swaying with the movement of the pocketwatch.

"nice and relaxed for me." the sorcerer smiles. he hadn't expected it to be quite so easy. "follow the watch, listen to my voice. that's all you need to do. all you want to do."

the prince nods, beautiful, blank eyes obeying, knees sinking into the silk pillow. he barely blinks. just sits and stares.

"doesn't that feel good?" the sorcerer asks. "letting everything go. letting someone tell you what to do. it's so much easier to obey orders than to give them."

the prince nods again, another part of his mind slipping out with every passing second.

"i'm going to count down from five, and then all you'll have to do is follow my voice. you only need to focus on me. don't you want that?"

"yes," the prince breathes, sounding nothing like himself.

"five, four, three, two... one."

the sorcerer swings the pocketwatch up into his hand, shutting the kaleidoscopic colours away. the prince, the gorgeous, mindless little prince, stares blankly upwards as the sorcerer approaches him and places a hand on his chin.

"that's it. good boy." the sorcerer grins, drawing a thumb across the prince's lip. "you're not thinking at all, are you? just letting my voice fill your pretty head."

drool begins to run down the prince's face.

"i know what you want." the sorcerer's voice drops to a whisper. "what you need. open up, sweet thing."

the prince obediently opens his mouth into a perfect "o" shape, and the sorcerer smiles and undoes his robes.

he intended to take things slowly. but the moment the sorcerer's cock presses against the prince's warm, wet mouth, he can only thrust deeply and groan at the feeling. the prince takes him eagerly, unable to think any further than how desperately he wants this cock down his throat.

"such a good boy," the sorcerer gasps, gripping the prince's hair. "this is what you're perfect for. you make a much better toy than a prince..."

it's all true, when the sorcerer says it, when the prince- the, the toy is kneeling on the floor, nothing but willing to take whatever he is given. the sorcerer can only imagine what more he could do to his little toy, with more time, more practice at dropping him deeper...

the toy moans softly when the sorcerer comes, only pulling away because the sorcerer tugs on his hair. he doesn't close his mouth, and the sorcerer laughs softly as the white liquid starts to mix with the drool.

"swallow, pretty boy," the sorcerer orders, and the toy does as told.

oh, he could never tire of this. a powerful, handsome prince, reduced to a toy on his knees, all but begging to be used. the sorcerer is sure he could have his toy begging in time.

but for now, he steps back, fixes his robes, and hangs the watch in front of the toy's face again.

"follow the watch," the sorcerer says, and the toy fixes his eyes to the colours again. "that's it, good boy. back and forth. now, i'm going to count up to five, and you're going to wake up, and forget all about this."

the toy nods once more, and the sorcerer is almost hesitant to let him come back up. glossy, glazed eyes. but he can always drop the poor, pretty prince back down.

"one, two, three, four... five."

the prince's eyes flutter, and he takes a deep breath. he lets it out with a shaky laugh, and looks up at the sorcerer.

"how do you feel?" the sorcerer asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"b-better," the prince says, and smiles his sweet little smile. "much better. how did you...?"

"i just had you focus a little," the sorcerer replies. "you've had far too many things on your mind, your highness."

"yes, i... suppose i have," the prince sighs. "i apologise for taking up your precious time for this."

the sorcerer waves him off. "no, it was a pleasure to have you, your highness. do let me know if you're ever in need of another session."

somehow, the prince has a feeling he'll be returning to the tower again, and again, and again. it's... nice, to drift away for a while...

[catboyftm]

i haven’t gotten my anger out in a while and im so eager to do it by pressing my boot into the crotch of whatever lustdrunk puppy wants to plop down on his knees for me. just to watch him hump my heel desperately and whine so i can have a good excuse to dig it in harder till he starts to whimper and cry. but i don’t need an excuse, do i? puppies are meant to be beaten and used— it’s what best for their dumb brains

[catboyftm]

Watching as the pretty little prince falls apart and his eyes glaze over with just a simple caress of my fingers between the wet drippy folds of his royal pussy

Such a good boy~ Biting onto his crown as to not alert the guards... to try to hide his sweet moans and whines as I fuck his tight cunt~

[catboyftm]

a prince who is kidnapped and kept as a pet forgetting his noble origins and embracing his new nature as a dumb fucktoy for a tavern on the outskirts of town >>>

[catboyftm]

The more embarassing you look while edging, the more fucked up thoughts and porn you use while rubbing yourself, the better dumber slut you can be. Remember, it's not about your pleasure, it's about training yourself to be the most adorable fucktoy for your owner. Entertain them with your holes and your empty brain and thoughtless eyes.

[catboyftm]

Oh, to be a prince who serves his servants at the drop of a hat. Or, well, pants. The prince is just going about his duties, only to have his attention called by one of the servants, who then proceed to drop his pants and let their cock/strap spring out. The price, by instinct, will drop his as well and presents his hole(s) for the servant to use all they wish. Serve the ones who serve you, it's only fair. <3

Bonus if the reason for the reaction being so sudden is due to the prince being hypnotized on multiple occasions to obey the wordless command of 'presenting to be used when desired'.

[catboyftm]

I’m thinking about being a prince’s royal guard....

(TW cnc, somno, breeding)

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The prince must be guarded at all hours, so my fellow royal guards and I watch him day and night. We watch him when he’s sits on his throne, we watch him when he dines in hall, we watch him when he dresses, and bathes, and practices speeches. We watch him at night when he’s asleep on a bed of silk.

Guarding the prince is a full-time responsibility. There are three of us, and we are all young men, unmarried, expert knights, handpicked by the king for our bravery and strength. Two of us are always on guard, while the third rests.

I have been the prince’s guard for three years, since he was sixteen. He’s nineteen now, old enough to marry, but his father is overprotective, and cannot settle on a suitable match.

I think the prince is lonely. Sometimes when I guard him at night he moves in his sleep, and I know he’s dreaming of a lover. My fellow guards are both half in love with the prince, maybe I am too. We are always close to him, devoted to his needs, but we know our place is only to serve.

One night he awakes from a nightmare, jerking suddenly upright in fear, searching the darkness.

“All is well, my prince,” I assure him, and he flops back into bed, but I can see him trembling.

“Just this once...” he trails off, and then begins again, “Just this once, can the two of you come closer?”

“My prince, it’s not proper,” my fellow guard says, though I can see the longing in his eyes.

“Please,” the prince turns to me, “Please, I just need someone to hold me.”

“If your father...” I begin, but he looks so small and frightened. I meet my fellow guard’s eyes, and we reach an unspoken agreement.

I lean my shield and halberd against the wall, and unclip my sword from my belt, positioning it in easy reach. My fellow guard does the same, and we settle ourselves gingerly onto the edge of the prince’s bed, still wearing our mail shirts and coifs.

“No, please,” the prince examines our heavy raiment, “Remove the rest of your gear. I command it.”

Although we both know this is a terrible breach of the rules, my fellow guard and I undress. The prince watches our muscular bodies in the semi-darkness, and beckons us into his soft bed, something we’ve never dared imagine.

Snuggled between our two bodies, the prince soon sleeps, but we both remain awake and on guard, electrified by the strangeness of the situation, and by the prince’s soft small body, nearly naked, and so close between us.

Feeling suddenly daring, I reach out and stroke the prince’s cheek. My fellow guard sees, but does not stop me, as I caress his sleeping face. I run my fingers along his jaw, and trace his collarbone. I let my hand slide down to the hollow of his hip, and hear him moan.

I freeze, but the prince sleeps on, and I continue stroking. My fellow guard watches my boldness, wide-eyed, but soon he can’t resist following suit. Together, we caress our sleeping prince’s soft skin, listening to his quiet breathing.

By unspoken agreement, we gently part his legs, pulling his silken underclothes aside. I can tell my fellow guard has begun to touch himself, and I do the same, using one hand to stroke my cock as I gently touch the soft hair between the sleeping prince’s legs, stroking his swollen clit, and dipping a finger into the surprising wetness of his royal boycunt.

As I press my finger deeper inside him, the prince stirs, and I know I’ve made a grave error. Surely when he wakes he will order us both beheaded for our insolence, but I still can’t resist sliding another finger inside him, feeling him stir sleepily as his tight opening stretches and grows wetter around my probing fingers.

I decide suddenly that if I’m going to be executed tomorrow for besmirching the prince’s honor, I might as well enjoy myself now. My fellow guard seems to have reached the same conclusion, because he meets my eye and reaches over, covering the prince’s soft mouth with his calloused hand.

Seizing my chance, I shift to between the prince’s legs, tearing the delicate silk on his underclothes as I position the tip of my hard cock against the lips of his boycunt. He stirs again, waking now, and I press my cock inside him, holding his legs apart as I thrust deeply, enjoying his tightness.

The prince’s eyes snap open in surprise, and he tries to say something, but it’s muffled by the hand over his mouth. I don’t slow my thrusts, and although he twists and struggles beneath me, the two of us easily keep him pinned.

After a moment he relaxes around my cock, and begins to tentatively move his hips against me as I continue to fuck him. His hands grip the silken sheets, and I can feel his boycunt spasming around me.

The prince is shuddering with pleasure, no longer trying to conceal his enjoyment. His swollen clit throbs visibly, and my fellow guard eyes me enviously. We switch positions, and as he removes his hand from the prince’s mouth I shove my cock down his royal throat, holding him securely by the hair as the other guard begins to thrust.

It’s clear the prince has never sucked a cock before, but he takes up the task with desperate eagerness, sucking and licking his own juices from my cock as I pump in and out of his mouth. My fellow guard rubs the prince’s clit as he fucks him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. I muffle his moan by forcing myself further down his throat, cumming hard and making him cough and choke as my cum floods his throat.

I pull my cock out of the prince’s mouth, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and swallow. But when tries to speak I force his torn, lacy underwear into his mouth, gagging him again. My fellow guard cums hard at the sight of the prince’s newest humiliation, pumping his load deep inside the prince’s wet and fertile boypussy.

By now my cock is aching again, and I pull the quivering prince onto my lap, sinking deep into his cum-slick hole. Holding his small wrists to keep him from moving, I bounce him on my cock, filling his boypussy with a second load.

Afterwards, I hold his highness still while my fellow guard stretches open his ass, and we both take another turn, passing him back and forth between us.

When our fellow guard enters the prince’s chamber just before dawn, he finds the prince tied to the bed, cum leaking from every hole.

“I always suspected our prince wasn’t as pure as he seems,” he says, sliding his cock into the prince’s eager mouth, “But I never guessed he’d make such a slutty little cumdump.”

“I think he’s going to be very obedient for us,” I say, stroking the prince’s soft hair. “Aren’t you, your highness?”

The prince nods around the cock in his mouth, and I retrieve my shield and weapons and leave him at the mercy of his other guards. In eight hours I’ll be back at the prince’s side, and I’m already looking forward to spending another night guarding the prince in his bedchamber.

[catboyftm]

hey wouldn't it be funny if I was the prince and had my hands tied behind my back and a gag in my mouth while my favourite knight was using my boycunt like a fleshlight I mean what who said that

[catboyftm]

I had one job, ensure the prince was kept safe and free of the temptations outside the castle walls. He was to be kept protected at all costs, even as an adult. But as time drew on, my dedication to my post...weakened. The soft, translucent fabrics of his robes provided an insatiable taste of what lied under, what lied in wait for whoever wanted to take. I know I wasn't the only one to notice, I saw the way the other guard snuck hidden glances as he walked by with his still-wet body glistening in the twilight in the evening. But I was the one who heard him one night -- when he was supposed to be fast asleep -- reach down between his legs to find a wet, desperate mess and a desperate sensation of need. Should I be caught, I'd be executed on the spot, hung in front of the kingdom as a cruel lesson to those who would defile the son of a king. But I cannot be blamed if I was called in, for I would also surely be killed if I failed to respond to a request of the fledgling Highness.

"Knight....please, I know you're there, I hear you every night outside this door and I need...help."

"Of course, your Highness," I whispered quietly into the hallway, fingertips lightly brushing against the door, careful to beware its telltale creak.

What I found was a crime in itself, but what I did was even more heinous. This boy, grown into a man over my years of service to the king, had two fingers deep inside of himself as his cock twitched and a low moan escaped his lips.

"Do something," he whisperer, "do anything, I beg you."

Those words. "I beg you." I tried to stop myself but they rang in my ears like an inescapable command. I'd like to apologize for what I did, I truly wish I had the will in my heart to do so, but with the innocent request of this beautiful boy, I found my hands, my tongue, my body was no longer mine to control. I cannot apologize for how perfect his mouth felt as I slipped my cock across his tongue as his knees graced the floor. I cannot ask for forgiveness for how I made good on my fantasy to feel his throat close around me and watch his eyes roll back as my hand grazed against his aching cock. And most of all I will never until I die feel guilt for the indescribable sensations I felt as I slipped myself inside of him, feeling him stretch to fit me and whine in pleasure as I forced each inch deeper inside of him. The feeling as I came deep inside of him belongs to me alone, but now that I've felt it, I have no intention of leaving it behind me. It's why, for each night the last 3 weeks, I've snuck quietly into his quarters and ruined his perfect body and shaped him into the image of a perfect plaything. It's why I've covered him in cum, felt him buck up into my mouth as he came for me, and it's why I've covered his oft-clothed body in markings that stay hidden, as a reminder to him. The beautiful smiles he's made as he's looked up at me with cum covering his face are images that will remain with me until I die. And the slight limp in his step each day after I've used him as a lovely toy to cum inside of is my own reminder of how much I've corrupted this sweet little prince. I have no intention of stopping, and I will happily die if it means I can feel his perfect body fall limp and pliant at my touch, desperate and needy to turn from a prince into a lovely, helpless object of endless desire and ruin

[catboyftm]

for your consideration: a prince with two doms.  The first his personal servant and the second his knight and acting bodyguard.  Nobody thinks twice of a servant making his way to the prince’s chambers first thing in the morning, and he makes sure that the prince wakes up with his pretty hole full of cock.  Even half-asleep and hazy, his body is wet and willing, guided by what is now a familar routine for the two of them.  The servant whispers a “Good morning, Your Highness” with all of the false reverance owed to a royal slut and fills his prince with cum before plugging him and lacing him into his clothes so that he might remember the moment all day.  Placing his crown on his head with a warning to be good, the servant then sends him off to see the knight.  The knight spends all day teasing him, whether its with hushed remarks about how his still-flushed face gives away his morning rendezvous, or leather-gloved hands correcting his form as the prince practices fencing, sneakily groping his plush body underneath silk fabric.  When the knight finds the plug that the servant has left in their prince, he suggests that they go riding, and watches as the prince comes more and more undone- every step that the horse takes hammering the plug into his hole.  They're far enough from the castle now that the knight can use the prince without fear of being seen, so he fucks another load of cum into him, mixing with that of the servant, before plugging him up again.  The long ride home drags another orgasm out of the prince, he's been well and truly fucked and it shows.  He just has to get through a dinner, disheveled and full of his lovers' cum, surrounded by the noblemen of the court and his own father, the king, but when its over the knight escorts him back to his chambers, where the servant is waiting, and finally they get to use their prince together.

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This ... This right here is a masterpiece. The over stimulation mixed with edging? The royalty kink mixed with slight humiliation? The scandal of it all mixed with a near perfect cover story? My word, 🍵 anon, I am beyond grateful that you have submitted this for my consideration!

I will indeed be considering it for a while, of course ...

[catboyftm]

Clicker training a pretty pet is possibly one of the best things I've done, knowing it's fuzzy little brain gets so dumb and pathetic, how it's little cock and holes start throbbing

Knowing it could be out in public, on a taxi, with his friends, walking along the streets, grocery shopping, and if he hears that little click— its dumb little puppyparts will just remember and start absolutely throbbing and soaking through his panties~

Dumb fucking bitch. Getting excited to the sound of clicking~ His poor mutt brain overexcited and pathetically aroused, cunt needing my cock inside, fucking a load into him

[catboyftm]

the prince wakes up gradually as his personal guard fucks him slowly but deeply. his mind still fuzzy from sleep the prince lets out soft mewls and breathy moans, gently rocking back against the pleasure. the prince comes and the guard speeds up, fucking the prince through his release and into his own. then the guard slips out and presses a kiss into the prince's shoulder, then whispers "go back to sleep your majesty"

[catboyftm]

what if i was a cute noble boy conditioned to submit to people's words by a curse and you were a servant who figured that out and what if you entered my chambers every night and told me to just relax and doze off and not wake up until the morning and what if every morning i woke up with a strange taste in my mouth and soreness in my thighs and never figured it out

[catboyftm]

ohh okay so everyone wants a guy with a royalty kink UNTIL he makes you wear a stupid fucking hat and exclusively call him "my liege" that's barely audible over the sound of the bells on said stupid hat rattling as he rails you. okay i see how it is. fake fan. you'll never make good court entertainment.

[catboyftm]

i just want to be a knight’s mischievous prince by day and his pathetic plaything by night. his own personal cum slut, writhing under his touch and moaning loud enough to wake the rest of the castle. i want him to use me nightly, knowing i’ll want more and more. i want to be full of his cum, feeling it leak out of me.

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[catboyftm]

I'm so normal about the idea of a dark lord vampire fucking me on his throne, watching his crown slowly fall off my head from the intense thrusts. I wanna be a little prince slut toy for a evil vampire.

~this post is about t4t queer men~