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Chapter 1

Inspired by true historical events.

The year was 1300. Prince Edward, eighteen years old, was already unusually tall and powerfully built for his age, broad-shouldered and muscular from years of rigorous training with sword, lance, and horse, his body hardened like a young warrior’s. His golden-blonde wavy hair fell past his shoulders, framing a strikingly handsome face that turned heads across the court.

He sat at the high table in the crowded great hall when the new Gascon squire was presented. Edward kept his voice perfectly civil and composed for the listening court.

“Master Gaveston,” he said warmly, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes lingered a moment too long on the young man’s face. “Welcome to my household. You shall serve as my companion in all matters.” As he spoke, Edward reached out and clasped Piers’ forearm with one strong hand, his thumb brushing subtly along the inside of the wrist in a slow stroke before releasing him. “I look forward to your loyal service… and trust we shall become very close. Please, rise and join me at the table tonight.”

Piers Gaveston, eighteen years old with his strawberry-blonde hair, rose with a faint flush. “It is my greatest honour, my lord prince,” he replied softly, eyes lowered for a beat longer than strictly necessary. “I live only to obey your every wish.”

Throughout the meal, Edward wove in gentle flirtations. He leaned close, breath brushing Piers’ ear: “You handle a lance with such grace, Master Gaveston. I shall enjoy watching you… perform.” His knee pressed lightly against Piers’ beneath the table. When passing wine, Edward’s fingers grazed Piers’ in a lingering caress. “Drink deeply tonight. You’ll need your strength… for all that lies ahead.”

Piers answered with quiet deference: “As you command, my prince. I am yours to direct… however you see fit.” His thigh pressed back against Edward’s just enough to acknowledge the touch.

In the weeks that followed, their bond deepened through sparring, hunting, and long evenings together. One night, Edward took Piers to the finest whorehouse in the city, a luxurious establishment catering to nobility. The prince paid generously for several beautiful women to entertain them both in a private room.

They fucked the whores side by side on wide, silk-draped beds. Edward was commanding and dominant, verbally degrading the women with cruel relish. “That’s it, you worthless slut spread that cunt wider for your prince,” he growled at one, slapping her arse hard. “You’re nothing but a cheap hole for royal cock. Take it deeper, you pathetic cum-dump.” To another, he snarled, “Look at you leaking already, you greedy whore. Beg for my seed like the filthy bitch you are.”

Piers watched, mesmerised and painfully hard, as the prince’s tall, muscular body moved with powerful confidence. Edward’s thick, long, veiny cock, far bigger than any Piers had seen, slammed deep into the whores, making them moan and cry out. The harsh, degrading words sent a shiver of arousal through Piers. He couldn’t take his eyes off Edward’s massive cock or the way the prince so effortlessly reduced the women to whimpering, used sluts.

From that night onward, Piers was consumed by lust for the prince. The memory of Edward’s dominant side and those cruel, filthy words haunted him. He realised he wanted the same treatment to be degraded, used, and treated like a whore by the prince. The desire burned hotter every day, fueling his growing submissive hints.

During sparring in the tiltyard, Edward’s tall, muscular frame easily overpowered the Gascon. After pinning him, Piers stayed on his knees a moment longer and murmured, “You overpower me so easily, my lord. I yield completely… and gladly.” His eyes flicked up with heat.

One afternoon in the stables, when Edward’s strong hand brushed his, Piers said softly, “Command me, my prince, and I shall do whatever pleases you… no matter how demanding.”

Evenings brought the chess games. The first time Piers arrived at Edward’s private chamber after supper, the two guards stationed outside exchanged a quick, knowing glance, one raising an eyebrow, the other suppressing a smirk as the strawberry-blonde squire was admitted. The heavy door closed behind him. Edward, focused entirely on Piers, noticed nothing.

They played by the fire, knees touching under the board. When Edward captured a piece, Piers leaned in and whispered, “Take what you desire, my lord. I offer no resistance.” Their fingers brushed. Piers added, voice barely audible, “I find myself wanting to be… directed. Completely.”

Each subsequent evening, as Piers approached the chamber, the guards’ knowing glances grew more obvious. Edward remained oblivious, his attention fixed on the man beside him.

The tension built. Piers continued his subtle signals: fetching Edward’s wine and kneeling briefly to present it, saying, “For your pleasure, my prince.” After a hunt, he replied to a compliment with lowered eyes, “I exist to serve and satisfy you in all things… even those unspoken.” During a quiet walk, he admitted, “There is a part of me that craves yielding to a stronger will… especially yours.” Deep down, the memory of Edward degrading the whores and that impressive royal cock made Piers ache to be the one on his knees, degraded and used.

Edward’s public flirtation grew bolder in response lingering touches on the shoulder in the hall with his powerful hand, murmured words like “You please me greatly, Master Gaveston. I shall enjoy testing the limits of that loyalty.” His knee pressed firmer under the table, fingers trailing longer along Piers’ wrist.

One night, after a tournament where Piers had excelled, the buildup became unbearable. Piers approached the chamber as usual. The guards exchanged another knowing glance as they opened the door for him. Edward, already reaching for Piers the moment the door began to close, noticed nothing. The heavy door slammed shut and the bolt slid home, and Edward’s polite mask shattered.

“Strip, you pathetic fucking whore,” the powerfully built young prince snarled, voice low and vicious. “Get every stitch off and show your prince that worthless body. I want to see the sloppy cunt I’m going to ruin tonight, the same one that’s been aching and dropping hints for weeks while I played the gracious host.”

Outside the door, the two guards pressed their ears close. One whispered with a smirk, “Fuck, the prince is really a vicious bugger, he’s really going at it.” The other grinned and nodded, both of them quietly amused as the sounds of skin slapping and Piers’ muffled moans began to filter through.

Piers obeyed instantly, trembling with built-up need. His cock stood stiff and leaking, balls tight, hole already twitching. His strawberry-blonde hair glistened with nervous sweat.

Edward laughed cruelly, circling him with his tall, muscular frame. “Look at that. All those days, I called you ‘Master Gaveston’ and flirted so sweetly, brushing your wrist and pressing my knee to yours while you knelt, yielded, and whispered how you wanted to be commanded and used. Pathetic. On your knees, cunt.”

Piers dropped hard. Edward hauled out his thick royal cock, long, veiny, and shiny with precum, the very one Piers had become obsessed with since the whorehouse.

He slapped the fat cockhead across Piers’ cheek, smearing pre across his face. “Open that whore mouth. Suck your prince’s cock like the filthy Gascon cocksucker you are. I want to hear you gag while I remember every submissive hint you dropped.”

Piers lunged forward, swallowing Edward’s fat cock to the root with desperate hunger. He bobbed frantically, tongue swirling, throat convulsing wetly as thick drool poured down his chin and onto his own leaking prick.

Edward fisted Piers’ strawberry-blonde hair with one strong hand and fucked his face brutally. “That’s it, you stupid little cum-rag. Choke on royal cock. You spent weeks telling me you yield gladly, that you crave being directed and broken, now you’re just a gagging, slobbering whore with a whore’s throat made for dick. Your only talent is taking cock, isn’t it? Say it around my cock, cunt.”

Piers pulled off just enough to gasp, voice hoarse. “Yes, my prince… I’m just a worthless Gascon cunt… made for your cock…”

Edward shoved back in deep. “Louder, slut. Tell me what a degraded hole you are after all those weeks of begging to submit.”

“I’m your filthy Gascon whore,” Piers moaned around the thick shaft. “My mouth is your cock-sucking mouth… my cunt is yours to breed… use your cum-dump…”

Outside, one guard whispered with a stifled chuckle, “He’s really laying into the poor lad, vicious bugger, isn’t he?” They smirked at each other, amused by the filthy sounds echoing from within.

Edward yanked him off with a wet pop. “On the table, arse up. Spread that worthless cunt for me. Show me where you want your prince’s seed after you spent weeks hinting how badly you wanted to be commanded.”

Piers scrambled onto the oak table, chest down, knees wide, hands yanking his cheeks apart. His tight pink hole winked.

Edward spat thickly onto it. “Pathetic. Look at that greedy little boy-cunt twitching for cock. All that time you knelt and whispered you existed to serve and satisfy me, now beg like the cheap tavern whore you are.”

“Please, my prince,” Piers whimpered. “Please fuck my worthless Gascon cunt… ruin it… I need your cock so bad… command me…”

Edward slicked his throbbing prick and slammed in balls-deep with his powerful hips. Piers screamed in overwhelmed pleasure.

“Fuuuck yes, my prince use my cunt—”

Edward pounded mercilessly, hips slapping wetly. “Shut up and take it, you disgusting whore. This hole is all you’re good for. A royal cum-dump for me to breed. In public, I’ll smile and flirt. In private, you’re nothing but my personal fuck-cunt, just like you hinted you wanted. Say it.”

“I’m your personal fuck-cunt!” Piers sobbed, pushing back desperately. “Nothing but a worthless hole for your cock… please breed me… fill my guts… use me…”

Edward squeezed Piers’ dripping cock hard, denying release. “No cumming yet, whore. Only my pleasure matters. You exist to milk my royal cock with that sloppy cunt after weeks of teasing me with your submissive hints.”

He fucked harder, spanking Piers’ arse bright red with his strong hand. “Gonna flood this worthless Gascon cunt… pump you so full it leaks for days while you walk the court like my secret breeding bitch.”

Piers broke. “Yes, please cum in my cunt make me your cum-dump humiliate me, ruin your slut… command me completely…”

Edward buried deep and unloaded, thick ropes of hot seed blasting into Piers’ spasming guts. Piers came untouched, wailing as his cock spurted across the table, hole milking every drop until creamy cum leaked down his thighs.

Edward stayed buried for only a moment before pulling out, watching his cum bubble from the stretched hole. “On your back, whore. Legs up. I’m breeding you again.”

Piers rolled over obediently, pulling his knees to his chest. Edward scooped a thick glob of his own seed and shoved three fingers back inside the sloppy cunt, stirring it noisily. “Taste how thoroughly I’ve ruined you.” He fed the cum-slick fingers into Piers’ mouth. “Suck them clean, you pathetic cum-eater. This is what you begged for with all those submissive little hints.”

Piers sucked greedily, moaning around the fingers as Edward lined up and thrust back in, the wet squelch loud and obscene. He pounded even harder, powerful muscles flexing with every brutal stroke.

“Fuck yes, my prince fill me again…” Piers gasped, drool and cum running down his chin.

Edward gripped his hips and slammed deep. “That’s right, take it. Your worthless Gascon cunt was made for this stretched and flooded while you leak like a used whore. Beg for another load.”

“Please… breed me… flood my cunt… make me drip with it for days…” Piers sobbed.

Edward fucked him mercilessly until Piers came again with a broken cry, spurting across his own stomach. The clenching pushed Edward over the edge he buried himself to the hilt and pumped a second thick flood of hot seed deep inside, so much that it overflowed instantly and ran in creamy rivers down Piers’ arse and onto the table.

Still hard and breathing heavily, Edward pulled out and slapped his cum-smeared cock against Piers’ face. “Clean it, slut. Lick every drop of your prince’s seed off my cock before I decide to use that hole a third time.”

Piers obeyed eagerly, tongue lapping at the messy shaft, sucking the head clean while Edward watched with dark satisfaction.

Edward thrust back in for a final, slower but deep round, grinding possessively as he filled Piers with a third load, the excess cum leaking steadily. Only then did he finally collapse beside the spent Gascon, both of them slick with sweat and seed.

The raw dominance melted away. Edward pulled Piers close against his broad, muscular chest, golden-blonde wavy hair mingling with strawberry-blonde strands on the pillow. He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to Piers’ temple, his strong arms wrapping around him protectively.

“You are the only one who sees me like this,” Edward whispered, voice soft and vulnerable in the quiet afterglow. “Not the prince, not the future king… just Edward. The weight of the crown already presses on me my father’s shadow, the barons who watch my every move, the day when I must rule England alone. It feels crushing sometimes. But with you… I can breathe. You make the burden lighter.”

Piers nestled closer, tracing lazy patterns on Edward’s chest with trembling fingers, his voice warm and adoring. “Then let me carry some of it with you, my prince. I am yours not just in body, but in heart. I would yield to you a thousand times over if it brings you peace. You are not alone. Not while I draw breath.”

Edward smiled faintly, holding him tighter, their bodies still sticky and entwined. “Stay with me tonight. Forget the world outside this chamber. In here, you are my sanctuary… and I am simply yours.”

They lay together in tender silence for a long while, exchanging soft kisses and whispered promises, the fierce passion giving way to quiet intimacy. The future king found solace in the arms of his devoted Gascon, even as the heavy responsibilities of the throne loomed on the horizon.

From that night onward, their days remained filled with civil grace and subtle flirtation in public, while nights alternated between raw, degrading, multi-round claiming and these moments of genuine romantic closeness Piers’ submissive hints fully answered, yet balanced by deep emotional connection.

To be continued…

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