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Roman despised his court.
Not actually. He loved each of his boyfriends more than anyone possibly knew, spoiling and indulging their wants as much as his position as king allowed him to. When his ever compassionate heart and advisor, Patton, requested a special fabric from a neighboring kingdom to sew a new blanket for the upcoming winter, he’d had 3 whole bolts delivered to the keep. When his loyal protector, Virgil, asked that some funds be used to upgrade some equipment in the barracks, he’d outfitted the entire guard with new weaponry, as well as custom armor for his lover. And when his studying mage, Janus, asked for a private space to practice his craft, Roman dedicated a whole basement to him, completely stocked with alchemy equipment, components, and other necessities for enchantment.
Though he cared for them, they had a way of making it up to him, so to speak. Roman’s desires, sexually speaking, involved long scenes to get him out of his own head full of stress and racing ideas. They convened and discussed their mutual kinks, and found that one particular scenario proved enjoyable for everyone involved, which is how he ended up where he is currently, naked, and tied down to a table in Janus’ workshop.
Patton sat beside his head on the table, gently scratching at his king's scalp to relax him while Janus had been looking through drawers for something he’d concocted earlier that week. When he’d found the vial of liquid, he’d held it up triumphantly and sauntered over to the other two.
“Here, I believe this should do the trick.” Janus passed the vial off to Patton, who studied it curiously.
“What’s in it?”
“Nothing for us to worry about. Roman on the other hand…” He looked down at him with a sly smirk.
“Is this why you needed a strand of my hair?”
“That, my darling, is for me to know and you to find out!” Janus grinned as he lazily ran his fingers over Roman’s chest. His head turned as the door in the corner had creaked open, revealing Virgil, “Took you long enough.”
“Is that any way to talk to your captain?” Virgil retorted.
“Watch your words or I’ll poison your next meal.”
“Bite me.”
“Gladly.”
“I’m literally naked and tied up and you two won't quit bickering, seriously?” Roman whined.
“He’s right,” Patton added, “I really wanna see him begging for us soon.”
The comment had Roman whining even more, prompting Janus to take the vial back from Patton. Popping off its cork, he put it to Roman’s lips, who hesitantly gulped it down. It tasted sweet with a hint of herbal aroma dancing through it as he swallowed. Once Janus took it away, Roman sighed and waited to see the effects.
Virgil marched over to the table, running his hands, calloused from his daily sparring, over Roman’s body. When his prince was under him like this, tied down and oh so helpless, he couldn’t help but grab and tease his precious form. And when he got to hear his pathetic noises, well, how could he resist? It was when he pinched at the supple skin of Roman’s thighs when the prince let out the loud whine he’d been waiting to hear.
“Virgil!”
“Oh, sorry, your highness, is there something you need?” Virgil questioned, repeating the action.
This earned a sharp gasp from Roman, who was beginning to feel a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. The potion Janus gave him must have been some sort of aphrodisiac since the feeling flooded right to his dick. As the feeling continued to build, his mind started to become foggy. His muscles felt heavier and he sank into the pleasure that washed over him.
“Poor prince, we barely started and he already looks so desperate.” Patton said with a fake pout. He took the opportunity to grip a chunk of Roman’s hair and yank it back with a harsh tug. A loud yelp from his submissive turned into a soft moan at the thrum of pain mixed with the pleasure that persisted from Janus’ concoction.
“He’ll be a mess after we’re done here.” The mage chided, gliding around the table until he was behind Virgil, his fingers dancing in between the gaps of his armor.
“You’re next if you don’t quit it and let me strip, dickhead.” Virgil retorted, stepping away and beginning to doff his armor. Janus just sighed dramatically, letting his capelet fall to the ground after unclasping it, “How shall we do this? Fuck his whorish mouth first until he’s a crying mess?”
“Aw, then I can’t hear him beg!” Patton whined.
“Please?” Is all that Roman manages.
“Oh, I think he can do better than that.” Virgil says, shrugging off his shirt from somewhere Roman can’t quite see.
Janus made the executive decision to start without the others. Without any hesitation he reached over and gripped Roman’s cock in his hand, not stroking or taking any action to bring the prince any pleasure yet, but just holding it firmly. Roman knew better than to arch up into the pleasure, no matter how hot his skin was getting and how much he wanted it.
“Please, ruin me!”
“Well, if he insists.” Virgil sauntered over, meeting his loves at the bench and sweetly kissing Patton over Roman’s splayed out form. He ran his hand across the prince’s chest, beginning to play with his sensitive nipples to drive him even crazier.
During this, Janus thumbed at the head of his cock, teasing him further, “Just a little potion and a little touch and he’s begging to be ruined? How is he fit to rule?”
Roman let out a gasp at the sensations, not enough and too much all at once. It didn’t help when Patton tugged at the chunk of hair he still held again.
“I dunno. I still don’t think it’s enough. What do you say, sweet boy?”
“Gods above- Patton, hnng fuck-!” Roman cried out, “Use me, edge me, fuck me I don’t care just please more!”
“So if we give you more, you’ll let us use you as we see fit? No matter what?”
Roman’s lip quivered as he gasped again, “Yes yes yes please I need it I need it I’ll do anything-”
“Good boy, begging so nice.” Patton says as a hand snakes down to rub himself through his trousers. Roman’s stuttering form always sent waves of pleasure straight to his dick, and seeing him this needy was a rare treat, one almost as good as warm dark chocolate brownies.
The teasing sensations around Roman’s own cock had stopped for a moment, with the only stimulation now being the rough calloused hands of his knight thumbing over his chest. He wanted to arch up into the touch, into something pleasurable that might give him the chance to get him off, but the bonds around him were tight and only allowed him the most miniscule amounts of movement.
He heard more shifting around, perhaps a trunk was being opened? He couldn’t quite see what presumably Janus was retrieving, but he had no doubts it would add to the foggy arousal he sat in due to the potion.
“Here.” His mage’s hand reached out over him to Virgil with another vial of viscous liquid, “His cock is all yours, but I ask that you leave his hole for me, I have…plans.”
“Ominus.” Virgil accepted the tube, getting to work pouring it out over his hand and some on Roman’s chest, “I like it.”
Meanwhile, Roman watched as Patton unsheathed himself and started to stroke himself to full hardness right over his face. His boyfriend fancied himself a voyeur in addition to the other list of kinks the four shared, and was perfectly content staying at the head of the table listening to all of Roman’s pretty sounds while watching his torment.
Roman couldn’t focus too hard on the sight, however, as the lube that was poured on his chest made his skin warm in its wake. It grew into a burn that had him groaning from the way it made his sensitive nipples hard from the sensation. This must have been a warming lube, and his guess was proved correct as Virgil’s slick hand coated his dick with the substance. It felt far more potent there and if not for the rope holding him down he wasn’t sure if he’d be trying to earn more of the feeling or if he’d try to push it away. How divinely tortuous.
His moans grew louder as a digit was pushed into his ass, stretching him out for what was to come. He had no clue if Janus planned on fucking him himself or using a toy or even resorting to a magical means of pleasure, though he was eager to find out. One finger became two became three and soon he was on the brink of climax just from a warm hand slowly gliding over his cock and a bit of stretching.
“I’m-hah-I’m close please please please let me cum-”
Just as he was about to cross that line of pleasure into an orgasm, the hand around his length stopped and his ass was left empty. The lube on his most delicate areas only supported the touch he received, and wasn’t nearly enough to push him over. He grit his teeth and grunted at the unfinished feeling of an edge, being met with humiliating laughter.
“C’mon, your majesty, you really think we’d let you cum that easily?” Virgil taunted above him.
“You little-”
“Finish that thought and I’ll put your cock in a cage for a week.”
Roman panted as he came down from the feeling, making the smart move by choosing to focus on regulating his breathing over hissing out a risky retort. A gentle scratch at his scalp reminded him that Patton was still jerking off to his reactions, with the bespeckled man stroking himself faster now. Precum gently leaked from his head and Roman couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of tasting it. He looked up at the other with pleading eyes, hoping to make his advisor needy enough to stick it down his throat.
“Go on, Ro. Beg to have it in your mouth.” Patton teased, taking his dick and smearing his pre over the royal’s cheek.
Roman swallowed the spit in his mouth at the action, “I need to suck you off, Pat, please let me? I’ll moan so pretty around it and make you feel good I swear.”
He even went a step further, opening his mouth wide and sticking out his tongue to show how ready he was for it. The blunt head of Patton’s cock never came, but a few thick globs of salty fluid hit his tongue. He moaned at the taste, but whined when that was all he got.
“Ah ah, manners, your majesty, what do you say when you get a gift?”
A blush adorned the man’s cheeks, “Thank you, love, my mouth is ready for you whenever you deem it fit to be used.”
Patton beamed down at him, “Good boy! Keep making those noises and being needy and I might just cum down your throat as a treat.”
That sounded heavenly to Roman, especially when he knew he was going to be an incoherent mess by the end of the night. Janus already seemed eager to get to that part when a rather large and heavy object began pushing at the rim of his hole. Whereas the lube and aphrodisiac spread heat throughout his body, whatever was entering him was chilling. Some more lucid part of his brain recognized it as metal but his mind was more preoccupied with catching any more of Patton’s spend in his mouth. The object stretched and stuffed him just right, the rigid material forcing him to accommodate its girth just past the point of comfortability.
Virgil started stroking him again then, though this time he was able to glimpse his guard’s other hand moving below the table, likely stroking himself.
“Gods, Ro, such a shame you have to be in and out of royal meetings all day when you’re so good at being our little slut.” His boyfriend says, increasing the grip he has on his dick.
“Once I’m done with him, he’ll be lucky if he can get off without being stuffed full like this again.” Janus adds, “Ready to find out what your favorite mage has been getting up to in his studies?”
Roman licks up another taste of Patton’s pre before he nods, panting from the way his boyfriends all gazed down at him with a hungry glare, “Tell me, oh there Virgil.”
Janus placed his fingers around the conductive rod sticking out of Roman’s hole, “I’ve been delving into evocation magic as a pastime. It’s really quite fascinating- being able to harness the elements for use and defense. Famously war mages could summon blades of molten flames or create sturdy walls of ice, but I’ve always preferred a subtler approach to the craft- eloch sugeonis~”
The wizard’s eyes flashed as the spell was uttered, allowing his fingers to glow with energy and heat up the metal which rubbed against Roman’s walls still. This ripped a moan from the royal’s throat as it felt like a pleasant warmth inside him, until it grew into a burning sensation.
“Oh oh Janus! That- it- hah-”
“I’m sorry my prince, perhaps you prefer the other end of the spectrum then.” Janus smiles at him all too evilly and sighs out another spell, the heat retreating as he summons ice at his fingertips, “This might help numb you and take more of what’s in store.”
As the rod cools instantaneously, Roman cries out, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Everything was overwhelming in the best way.
“Keep doing that, he gets to an edge and then comes down from it when he’s distracted and I don’t even have to take my hand off his cock.” Virgil emphasizes his point by giving Roman’s cock a couple of fast jerks before going at a more steady pace again.
“Why would I do that? That’s so mean, and I’m nothing but a kind and pure soul.” Janus speaks dramatically as his other hand begins to light up with a different form of magic- little bolts of electricity dancing across his palm, “Don’t worry- he’ll be crying when I’m done with him.”
And so Roman is made to endure an onslaught of elemental magic right against his most sensitive areas. The shocks force him to shake and scream. Patton orders him to beg for more of it, which he proudly does with tears streaming down his face. Any time he gets near an edge, it’s like the three of them could psychically sense it and make him stay at the edge with a spell or command. It’s not until he’s sweating and that his lovers are close that they let up on his torment.
Patton shuts Roman up with his cock as he pours a load down his throat, just as he promised. His prince can’t complain, and instead gulps down his cum as if it were a nourishing drink instead of spend. Janus more often than not enjoyed privacy when getting himself off, but he did revel in watching the others hit their peaks and loved assisting in it when he wasn’t experiencing similar sensations. This led to Virgil spilling over Roman’s edged cock as Janus delivered harsh shocks to his prostate to keep him from going over.
“We have to do this more.” Patton manages to say as he pulls out of Roman’s mouth, a small thread of spit and cum connecting his head to the prince's lips.
Virgil nods, still catching his breath from his own orgasm with a big grin, “Wanna…heh- wanna see if he can cum just from your magic, Jan?”
“That’s the plan, my dear.” Janus pulses the rod in and out of Roman’s ass as he sends a jolt through his lover again, “My prince, I’m not going to let up this time, so either you cry and cum from me pumping you full of electric shocks or you pass out edged, lets see how desperate you really are.”
Janus delivers on his word, the painful shocks attacking his prostate and walls without reprieve. The pleasure builds alongside the pain forcing precome to leave his cock in a thin stream until he finally cums from the sensations. His seed coats his chest, stomach, and dick until he is thoroughly spent and unable to think a single cohesive thought.
The magic grinds to a halt as he’s emptied and untied in the time it takes for him to come back into the land of rationale again. He’s carefully hoisted over Virgil’s shoulders, limp in his guard’s arms.
“Better clean up and get this one into his chambers.” Virgil gives his back a couple of pets to sooth him, “Who’s coming with?”
“I’ll join for the bath!” Patton responds, kissing the prince’s forehead, “I’ll make sure to change his schedule for tomorrow so he can sleep in late. He needs the rest, don’t you, your highness?”
Roman squints at Patton, eyes blurry from all the crying. The look conveyed just how exhausted he is.
Janus had already begun clearing off the table and setting aside things to clean, “Off with the three of you, I’ll get this space cleaned up and meet you in his chambers with a health potion to help him get his faculties back sooner than he’d normally get them.”
“Love y’ …“ Roman’s able to mumble as he’s carried into a prepared tub full of milky water and soothing salts to ease away the filth and ache his body endured. Spent and doted on, the Prince was quite proud to call such a court his own.