Chapter Five

Chapter Five

“Just what is so interesting that you couldn’t come along?” Mum scolded him as she sat at her vanity to primp her hair.

Rainier turned his head to discreetly roll his eyes while he sat on the edge of her bed. She’d sent a servant to fetch him.

“When your Aunt and cousin come to visit, you can’t just ignore them.”

“I’m not ignoring them.” He figured he might as well get it over with because she’d notice sooner or later. “I have a friend staying with me because he went through some stuff.”

Mum scowled. “You mean a whore?”

Inside, Rainier cringed at the nasty tone.

“That’s what you said last time,” said Mum. “You said a friend, but it was a whore. I could tell. I bet it’s the one Lance beat up, and you feel sorry for him.”

“He’s not just a whore, and he has had a difficult time.”

“Whatever. I don’t care if he stays in your rooms, but you better not be doing nasty things with him.”

She huffed as she twisted her hair up. Why did she have to be so concerned with what he did while naked? She didn’t care if he had “needs,” but she acted like kinks were disgusting. Probably in her mind, everyone should have sex in one or two positions, and whips, ropes, collars, and things of that sort should never cross their mind.

If she had to be a prude, why couldn’t she do it quietly in her mind and stop trying to make him feel guilty? He didn’t need anybody telling him what to do with his sex life, especially her. If she ever knew about his cock piercings, she’d probably have a stroke, not that he’d dare mention them.

How would she like it if he berated her for being a prude? He’d cut off his pinky finger if it meant she’d never, ever say another word or even hint at things that involved his private life.

“Stop staring at the damn sweets.” Mum smacked his arm and snapped him out of his thoughts.

His face burned with shame because he had been staring at the covered dish she kept on her bedside table, but he hadn’t actually been looking at it. His eyes had simply settled on the shiny green crystal while he thought. Why did she even bother to have that when she never ate anything with sugar?

“I bet you still sneak stuff between meals,” she accused him, and shame coiled in his gut like it always did. Not eating the entirety of his meals wasn’t enough. “You’ll get all chubby like your Father and die on me too. Is that what you want?”

“No.” With the way she looked at him, he might as well have been as big as a house. “I don’t eat sweets or anything between meals. I’ve told you this.”

“Liar.” She folded her arms. “Self-control, Rainier. It’s something everyone needs to have, and I doubt you have nearly enough.”

“I do,” he dared to say even though he didn’t believe it himself.

“No, you don’t. You’ll end up fatter and unhealthy, and you’ll suffer from it. You’ll also be like your Father in other ways that I won’t bring up.”

She had mentioned that before, and he wasn’t sure what she meant by it. He assumed Father had a kink when he was alive that she didn’t like, and she thought Rainier was disgusting too. He didn’t want to know if Father used to have kinks or not, so he never asked.

“I bet you’ve had sweets lately. Or you’ve been snacking a lot.”

Mum grabbed his arm to pinch, and his earlier hunger vanished as shame punched his gut so hard, he couldn’t even try to defend himself anymore. It never worked anyway.

“You think I can’t tell that you gained weight even though you leave food on your plate? You’re just like your sister, and I know you sneak food in secret.” She scrutinized his face, and he knew what she was checking for. “You never vomit, right?”

“No.”

“Good. Remember, when a person sees you, they take note of things beyond what color your hair is, your height, or what sort of coat you’re wearing. If your clothes are too tight, or if your face is full, they’ll notice. If your clothes aren’t tight, but you’re clearly thick all over, they’ll still automatically know you eat a lot, and a person who submits to such a basic pleasure doesn’t have self-control. Royalty must always have restraint because ruling the Kingdom is a big responsibility. People don’t want to think of their Kings and Queens as lazing around at home while they eat all day. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mum.”

“I think by your age you should. How many times do I have to tell you? It’s worse to gain weight than your damn kinks because at least that’s not done in the open.”

Why did she have to bring this shit up right before dinner when meals were hard enough? He wanted to skip it entirely, but she’d complain and say he was putting his new whore before his family again which also meant he had no self-control.

He honestly didn’t eat candy or sweets between meals. If he truly couldn’t stand the hunger, he ate a little dried fruit from a stash he kept in his room.

He wasn’t hungry at all when he ate dinner, and he had to pretend to be happy and fine while he talked when needed. The dry salad damn near made him want to gag, and he spent more time pretending to eat from the stew than actually eating.

She always thought he was sneaking stuff, and the only way to keep her off his back to some point was to eat less than her. It also ensured he didn’t gain weight, and he’d maintained himself for some years now since he’d managed to whittle himself down as a teenager. He needed to lose more, but he was often hungry as it was.

He nibbled on the vegetable pieces and skipped the meat and potato. Stew was easy to fake since they ate with a spoon, so he could scoop up some juice and pretend that he was eating something solid. It wasn’t like anybody checked.

It was torture sitting there while his Aunt and cousin ate peach brownies for dessert. Of course, Mum didn’t touch it, and he didn’t even allow himself to look at the desert while he sipped water.

Why couldn’t water be more filling?

When he went up the stairs later, he paused on the landing of the fourth floor and remembered how puking had seemed like an amazing secret for a while.

He rushed upstairs to find Felix on the couch with a book, the cat, and his empty plate on the table by it.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?” asked Rainier.

“Okay.”

Felix seemed comfortable to be naked with him in the bath. A good nap, some talk, and another meal had probably helped him. Rainier sat on the seat in the sunken tub with his Kitten in his lap.

It would certainly take some self-control to behave, but he couldn’t stop his cock from growing hard at the feel of another naked man against him.

“We don’t have to have sex if I don’t want to, right?” asked Felix.

“I’d never force someone if they didn’t want to have sex."

“But what if I want to have sex now?” asked Felix.

Elira, yes, Rainier wanted to have this pretty man impaled on his cock.

“I think it’d be better if you relax tonight. I thought the changes were clear, Kitten? We’re skipping the three days of training, and we’re not doing the cock cage. I’m also not going to be too strict about making you behave either.”

“That is clear,” said Felix. “It’s just…”

“What, Kitten?” Rainier smoothed his hair back. “You don’t have to be afraid to tell me anything.”

“When most people pay a lot for sexual things, they don’t want to wait too long for the sexual part.”

“Felix, I would love to pound you into my bed and make you cum on my cock so hard you wouldn’t even be able to walk straight afterward, but you had a rough day, and I think it’s better if you relax. You are here to be treated like a treasure too, and you’re not just a hole for me to empty my dick into when I feel like it. That wasn’t my intention in the first place.”

Felix moved to get off of his lap. Rainier started to regret his words, but Felix spoke.

“So I can ask you stuff, right? I can ask anything and talk about whatever even though you’re the Prince?"

“Of course.”

“You’re hard, so I can see your cock? I know I already saw it, but I’ve never met anybody with a ladder of six. It’s kind of fascinating to me.”

Relief flooded Rainier since he hadn’t scared off his new Kitten with talk of pounding him into the bed even though they’d already done that. He sat on the edge of the tub and lifted his erect cock so Felix could see the piercings on the underside.

“That must have hurt even with a healer."

"I think your ring would have hurt more," said Rainier. "It’s right through the glans."

"But you have six separate piercings," said Felix. “I only have one.”

"It goes through the skin, so I don’t think it’s as bad as you’re imagining. I did all six in one session to get it over with, and I wouldn’t say it was fun, but it wasn’t unbearable. The piercer had healing powers too, so he took care of that himself. They grew a little irritated for a couple of days afterward since I’d never had anything in the skin before. It was certainly worth it, and masturbating was suddenly a whole lot better, not that it was bad before."

"It was extra fun for me too. And sex…"

"It’s so much better! A couple of men have seen these and suddenly weren’t interested. They acted like my dick had blades sticking out of it."

Felix laughed. "People know what to expect when they come to Pierced Pretties, but those who haven’t had a pierced cock in them can be a little leery at first. I was too at first because normally, we don’t put anything with metal up our arse.”

Rainier snorted and reached for the cake of soap in a little tray with a couple of washcloths. “I guess humans don’t pierce their cocks on Earth.”

“No, I’m pretty sure nobody does. Or at least not where I’m from.”

Rainier got one of the clothes nice and soapy. “Sit closer, Kitten. Let me wash you.”

“I can wash myself.”

“I know, but let me do it sometimes. I like taking care of my pets. The two-legged kind anyway. Inky would never get in the tub.”

Felix scooted closer. “Do you expect me to lick myself?”

“No!”

Rainier liked taking care of his bed buddies, although some lovers didn’t enjoy that. They wanted foreplay, sex, and cuddles but didn’t want to be taken care of in any other way. He supposed it simply wasn’t their thing, but for him, it brought a different level of enjoyment and intimacy. Sex was great, but it didn’t quite match up in that way.

Once Felix was clean and rinsed off, he got out, and Rainier stood on the seat to wrap a drying sheet around him.

“Go sit by the fire and dry your hair.”

Nights could be pleasantly cool, and Rainier had a tendency to get chilled so he often had a small fire in his room. He patted Felix’s bottom, and once he left the bathing room, he washed himself.

When he stood in front of the long looking glass by his basin afterward to comb his wet hair, he knew he needed to lose weight, but he couldn’t figure out if he truly had gained any lately. Mum acted like she knew if he did even though he didn’t sneak sweets and candy. Dried fruit didn’t count unless it was coated in honey glaze, and he didn’t eat that.

Fruit was fine unless it was too much, but a lot of anything would make a person chubby. Things like honey, cakes, brownies, and cookies were a definite no-no, and Mum wouldn’t touch such stuff. In his memory, she’d always been thin.

Mum said that having self-control was something that had to be worked on forever. It wasn’t a task that was finished and done afterward like when he’d learned to spell words as a child or finally grasped how to multiply.

How he wished he could be like Natalie who ate whatever and didn’t gain an ounce. Then again, that thought right there proved he had very little self-control. He’d be stuck carefully controlling what went into his body for the rest of his life. He’d probably never be skinny enough.

For a moment, he was tempted to see if he could throw up his dinner in the privy, but he hated vomiting, and after his sister, he didn’t want to go like that.

If he died from it, it would be blatant proof that he’d been trying to hide the evidence of his lack of restraint. Even in death, he’d be humiliated. Also, Felix would probably hear it and think he had some kind of illness. Rainier couldn’t scare his Kitten especially after he’d already had such a horrible experience that morning.

Besides, he didn’t want to leave Mum all alone even though he was a disappointment to her. It was his fault that Addy had died.