3. Chapter 3

Chapter three

H ow has it come to this? How am I chained naked on a fey prince’s bed? All laid out spread eagled like an offering.

He told me to lie down, and I did. He placed silver cuffs on my wrists, and I didn’t resist. He placed them around my ankles, and I didn’t fight.

That’s what has got me here. I know the actions that led to this predicament. But I still don’t understand them.

Why am I being so meek and compliant? Has he ensorcelled me?

I know I decided to act with pride and dignity and not fight every little thing. But surely, being chained naked to a bed is not a little thing?

Mabon grins at me. His eyes are sparkling with avarice, excitement, and very filthy promises. It’s a strangely enticing look. Nobody has ever looked at me that way. I’m a big guy. Girls flutter their eyelashes at me and want me to take charge. The men who have hit on me, have done the same.

Yet Mabon is standing here, haloed by the white gauze covered windows behind him, looking every inch like some kind of horny angel who is about to devour me. Like he is the cat and I am the toy. Merely something to be used for his pleasure.

It’s lighting up parts of my subconscious that I didn’t know I had. This is so not the right way to discover a kink. Even I know that, and I’m as vanilla as they come.

Mabon steps towards me. The chains clink as my body futilely tries to escape. He doesn’t seem to notice.

There is a small ornate bottle in his hand. I didn’t see him pick it up. He slowly unstoppers it. I’m holding my breath. His hand reaches out. Now he is holding the open bottle over my bare abdomen. His eyes glitter. His hand tilts. Clear, viscous liquid pours from the bottle. It catches the light as it falls. I brace myself as best I can.

It hits my skin. It’s cold. Mabon keeps pouring. The substance pools around my belly button. It doesn’t burn or sting. Or turn me into a frog. A gentle fragrance drifts in the air.

I think it’s the fey equivalent of baby oil. Thank fuck for that.

I huff out a breath. My stomach moves and the oil runs over my hips to the sheets beneath me. Mabon doesn’t seem to care. I guess princes don’t have to wash sheets.

The bottle disappears into his robes. The bed dips gently as he sits on the edge beside me. He stares into my eyes as his hands rest lightly on my stomach. Finally, he is touching me. Skin on skin. His touch zings. Soft. Heated.

I suck in a breath as his hands drift up my torso, smearing oil upwards. It’s a massage. He is giving me a massage. I can cope with this.

His touch is maddingly soft. Barely there, as if he is merely tracing the contours of my muscles. His hands work slowly. Mapping every inch of my stomach and chest. Everywhere he touches ignites to life and then feels cold as his hands drift on. My skin aches for him. I want him to touch me everywhere, all at once.

He reaches my pecs. The smirk he gives me is positively evil. His touch strengthens. It’s firm now. Commanding. He moves my pecs up, squeezing as he goes. The heels of his palms rub over my nipples. I gasp.

He continues to play with my chest as if he thinks I have boobs. Up, down, squeeze. Pull apart, squish together. I groan. Fuck, that feels amazing. I’ve had girls pinch my nipples before, but never this. This is unbelievably good. Waves of pleasure are washing down to my cock.

Oh god. I almost wish I did have boobs. I’m damn glad all my workouts have given me what I do have. I suppose they are the closest thing to boobs a man can have.

Mabon keeps working them. My cock is throbbing now. My hips give a little thrust. Lust is burning through my veins. My mind has given up on coherent thoughts.

Suddenly, everything stops. My eyes snap open. I didn’t even realise I had closed them or thrown my head back. I bite back my murmur of protest.

Mabon stands by the bed. His amethyst eyes are sparkling bright. His hand flows down to his slender waist, and he pulls at something. I watch transfixed as all his silken robes fall in a cascade down his body. A waterfall in shades of purple, that leaves him as naked as I am.

I force a swallow down my throat. His skin is pale and smooth, some shade between white and lilac. It glimmers softly. As if he is adorned with glittery body paint.

His nipples are lavender. And pierced with silver rings. Silver rings that are threaded with extremely delicate silver chains. The chains run down his body, over his surfboard flat stomach, where they loop through a belly button piercing. Two chains become one, and it continues down, and down, all the way to a ring that pierces the end of his cock.

His very erect cock. I suck in a shaky breath and try to prise my tongue from the roof of my mouth.

Mabon visibly preens at whatever he sees in my eyes. Then his gaze rakes over me. Down and down to my cock, which is standing to attention.

His wet and pointed tongue runs over his lips. “Well, hello there! Aren’t you just a treasure?”

“Are…are you talking to my cock?” I wheeze.

“Ssh!” Mabon says as he waves a dismissive hand at me.

He bends and leans in closer to my cock. “You’re just lovely, aren’t you? Nice and fat, as well as long. And just look at that curve! Perfection!”

This cannot be happening. I refuse to believe it.

“I think you and I are going to be very good friends,” Mabon says, to my dick.

He really is talking to my dick. And I’m not hating it anywhere near as much as I should be.

Mabon claps his hands together in what looks like glee. “I think I’ll name you Mister Dinky.”

“Hey!” I splutter in sudden outrage.

Mabon’s purple eyes flick up to my face. “What?”

“My cock is not small! You just said so!”

“Dinky doesn’t mean small.”

“Yes it does!”

“No, it means cute.”

“It does not!” I exclaim.

What am I doing? Why am I arguing with my crazy fey captor over what he calls my cock? What is wrong with me?

Mabon waves his hand dismissively at me again. “Whatever. The translator gets it wrong sometimes.”

All I can do is stare at him, but he has turned his attention back to my cock.

“I’m going to ride you now, Mister Dinky. Won’t that feel nice?”

Then, with a predatory grace, he climbs onto the bed and before I know what is happening, he is straddling me. His eyes are hooded and dark. He reaches behind himself and grabs a hold of my cock.

Oh god. It’s really happening. I’ve never had sex with a man before. Mabon is incredibly gorgeous, but he is still my captor, my enemy. I’m still chained to this bed.

“Please don’t,” I whimper.

Mabon freezes. His head tilts.

“Why not?”

He looks genuinely perplexed. As if he has never heard more confusing words. I’m truly starting to believe that he is not evil. Just misguided.

I lick my lips. It has to be worth a shot. “Because I’m scared, and I don’t want to have sex with you.”

His eyes grow enormous. “But I’m beautiful!”

I nod hastily. “Yes, yes, you are. Very. But I don’t know you.”

“You are hard,” he says, and he gives my cock a little tug for emphasis.

I wince, and mercifully he releases me. “I am. But I’m still scared. You took me prisoner.”

He pouts and it is the cutest pout I have ever seen.

“Is this that consent thing Jamie talks about?” he asks.

I’m guessing he is referring to James Broadwith, the innocent, hapless human that was cruelly abducted and enslaved by Prince Rhydian. I’ve seen pictures of him on the news. And I could kiss the poor man right now.

“Yes!” I shout, far too loudly. “Yes. Consent. Exactly.”

Mabon’s eyes narrow. He crosses his arms over his slender chest, just under his silver nipple piercings.

“Fine,” he huffs with obvious displeasure. “But only because Jamie would be unhappy and then he’d tell Rhydian and then I’d be in trouble for upsetting Jamie.”

I nod along as if this all makes perfect sense.

Mabon sighs again and moves his hands to his shapely hips. He nods down at his hard cock.

“Now what am I supposed to do?” he whines.

He seems genuinely put out. Fey are so damn strange. They really aren’t human at all.

“You could masturbate?” I suggest.

He glares at me. “Fey can’t do that. It doesn’t work.”

“It doesn’t?”

He does his dismissive hand gesture again. “Rhydian said to explain it like tickling. Humans can’t tickle themselves. Fey can’t pleasure themselves.”

I didn’t know that. It’s interesting and intriguing, but I don’t think it is information that is going to be of any use to the Resistance.

Suddenly, Mabon is no longer straddling me. He is standing by the bed. How the hell can he move so fast?

“But you can!” he exclaims with a huge grin on his face.

“What?” I’m so lost right now.

“You can play with yourself and I can watch.” He stares at me expectantly.

I swallow. My cock throbs. Mabon clicks his fingers and suddenly the chains holding my right wrist go slack. I stare at him.

Oh my god. Okay. Think about this. Jerking off will keep him happy. Isn’t keeping your captor happy something you are supposed to do? And if I keep on his good side, maybe I will be able to find out stuff that will actually be useful to the Resistance. I can turn this shitty situation into a good one. All might not be lost.

“Okay,” I hear myself say.

Mabon grins like the cat who has got the cream.

My hand moves down to my cock. My fingers wrap around my length. I close my eyes. Okay. This is familiar. It’s not like I haven’t done this thousands of times. Just usually without an audience. But that’s no biggie. I can do this. For the Resistance. I’m jerking off for the cause. A simple variation of ‘Lie back and think of England’.

I take a deep breath and start stroking. Oh fuck that feels good. I swear I’ve been achingly hard for hours.

Mabon makes a high pitched happy noise and strangely it is not off-putting at all. If anything, it’s encouraging. But I’m not thinking about that right now. It’s far too much to unpack.

I stroke faster and faster. The base of my spine is already tingling. I’m already nearly there. I open one eye. Mabon is bent over again. His face inches from my cock. His expression is one of rapt attention and awe. As if he is looking at the most incredible thing he has ever seen.

I grunt. Apparently, that was all I needed to tip me over the edge. My orgasm is fast, efficient. Strangely unsatisfying. My muscles are lax and there is cum all over my belly. But it was underwhelming. Functionary.

Mabon grins up at me. “May I lick you clean?”

My softening cock twitches. I nod. My cock bypassed my brain and went straight to the muscles in my neck and made them nod.

Mabon’s smirk is delightful. His head moves over to my stomach. His pointed mulberry coloured tongue extends.

He licks over my stomach. Lapping at the cum that has pooled there. His tongue is hot, and rougher than a human’s. I groan.

He continues to lap and lick. A rumbling, purr like noise pours out of him. Oh heavens. I’m going to get hard again.

Suddenly he stops. I whimper in dismay. I look down. I’m clean. He has licked up every last drop. Damn it.

He stands up. His straining cock is right next to me.

“Do me,” he whispers.

His eyes are wide and dark. Imploring.

I swallow tightly. It’s not like I’ve never jerked a man off before. I did Jordan Smithson in the locker room in the last week of school. In return for him doing me. I can do this.

My hand reaches out. Mabon’s cock is softer than silk. Hotter than hell. I give it a gentle stroke. It throbs.

Mabon tilts his head back and makes a noise that does something to my brain. It sinks into me. Going deeper and deeper until it finds a dark primal beast. And wakens it. I feel it. I feel my soul shift. I can’t explain it, but I know. I know I have been changed. I will never be the same again.

His hand moves, and he holds a silk handkerchief over the very tip of his pierced cock. I keep working. His body is trembling. His nipples are peaked. His jaw is slack with pleasure.

I stroke and stroke. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

I see his orgasm building. There is a look of rapture and awe on his face. He makes another incredible noise, and cums. And cums. His body undulates. He cries out.

I have never seen a more beautiful sight. It’s profound. Spiritual. Life-altering.

My hand stops.

He draws in some shuddering breaths. Then he lifts his head and looks down at me. I can see stars in his eyes. He is still flying through the heavens.

He smiles. A soft, gorgeous smile. My heart thumps in response.

“You are going to be the best pet.”

And I have nothing to say to that. Nothing at all.