The Prince and the Pleasurehouse

Chapter 11 - A Family Matter

The knock on Dominus Vel Sura’s office door was tactfully curt, but urgent. The Dominus sighed, but raised his voice gently, “Enter.”

Into the circular office swept his troublesome prize Phallicus, Namor. The purple-eyed stallion had been a rare catch at the auction house, but Sura was beginning to realize that the price for such a genetic stud came with many strings attached. He was followed by the red-headed Healer’s son, Argos.

Within the room, the Dominus stood behind his large desk. The Crown Prince Primus, Proteus, sat across from him, turning over his shoulder to view the new visitors. His bodyman Galen was nowhere to be seen, but his personal Vesper escort Kanaan stood close at hand. The Cerberus bodyguard hadn’t showed much emotion thus far, even while plunging his massive manhood deep into Argos back on the tour.

“My lords, apologies for the interruption, but this is a dire and time-sensitive matter.” Namor waved a note in the air, Argos on his heels, “It’s true, my lords, a young employee of the House has been kidnapped by Shadow Division.”

“I—what?” Sura replied, stunned. The Prince’s reaction was more interesting…the royal stood quickly, reaching out immediately to take the note. His hand brushed Namor’s as he took it, giving the Thracian shivers as he remembered his recent service for the Prince.

There was a tense silence as Proteus read the note. Sura was muttering fretfully as they waited for him to finish, “Royal visit to arrange and then a surprise inspection, and now this nonsense…no such thing as a Shadow Division, I would certainly have heard-”

Proteus turned abruptly, handing the note to the preoccupied Dominus, who dropped it and fumbled for it. “This is a genuine threat by Shadow Division.”

Sura made an incredulous noise. “But who or what exactly is Shadow Division? Why are they interfering in my House?”

Proteus bowed his head. “Interference is their job, Dominus. The Division is a deep covert scientific reconnaissance and espionage agency for the Empire, directed at the behest of the Royal Family. If my suspicions are correct, that surprise inspection earlier was no true inspection at all, rather an agent of the Shadow Division scoping out the facility…and its recent acquisitions.”

His eyes flickered over to Namor meaningfully. Sura followed his gaze, “Namor? But why…the Lady Vashura…she showed great interest in-”

“Thracians.” Namor concluded. “They’ve been pursuing me for several years, my lord. Forgive me. Part of why I indentured myself was to escape their traces, but they must have somehow followed the records here. I have brought them to your door.” His voice wavered as guilt threatened to wash over him.

“Not only you, but others as well.” Proteus added, touching his shoulder gently. “Part of their scientific research and sabotage deals specifically with genetic manipulation, and men of the Blood. They seek to procure every specimen they can track down, or eliminate them so that others cannot study them.”

Sura sat down uneasily, still gaping. He rang a small bell, and a door opened behind him, revealing his loyal bodyman, Caton. “Fetch me Olmir immediately.” With a silent nod, Caton exited as smoothly as he’d appeared.

“The Royal Family, you say. This is your instruction, your highness?” Sura ventured.

Proteus shook his head. “No. While I am granted clearance to know of it, I am not charged with its direct oversight. Perhaps one of my brothers…Avidus or Bane seem likely...” His face lit up for a brief moment. “We may have an advantage – is the assassin, Avidus’ man still alive?”

“Pindaro?” Sura identified him. “I believe Dardanio said he meant for the Brothers to kill him…oh Gods, Namor! Go quickly and stop them before they execute him. Bring him back here with all speed.”

Namor charged out of the room without another word, the Vesper Kanaan hot on his heels. Proteus, Sura, and Argos remained. Proteus rolled his powerful shoulders, stretching, “Ooh, this is exciting. Tense, but exciting.”

Sura sent a silent look to Argos who immediately stepped forward and offered, “May I massage you, or otherwise serve you, your highness?”

Proteus grinned. “I do need to get my edge off…”

Meanwhile…

Namor and Kanaan charged through the halls, descending swiftly so as not to disturb clients and other Phallicus brothers. Once they reached the service levels, they made faster headway – few men, gold-cloaks or Phallicus, wished to stand in the way of a Thracian and a Cerberus Blood, charging past at speed. Marcus, the House Designer, stuck his head out of his workshop after they passed, astounded. “Good gods, what is all this racket about?”

There were many places that Dardanio and the others might have taken Pindaro – too many. The House was full of secret rooms and passages that were impossible to find. Namor came to a halt, and Kanaan looked at him quickly.

“There’s too many places he could be…I don’t know where to look.” Namor explained.

Kanaan seemed to consider this briefly, then spoke with a deep rumbling bass, “Take me to where he was when he attacked my Prince.”

Namor was surprised – it was the most the man had spoken to him ever – but he nodded and quickly guided him to the entrance of the Water Gardens in the baths. Kanaan took a moment, looking over the place, and then he sniffed the air – almost like an animal – and began walking back towards the door with utter confidence. “This way.”

“You’re tracking them by scent?” Namor whispered, astonished.

“Yes.” Kanaan intoned brusquely, failing to elaborate further. Namor supposed it must be part of his gifts as a Cerberus-Blood. This day was just full of surprises.

Kanaan guided them around several turns, down a set of stairs, and then a few more turns. They were in a part of the House that was completely unfamiliar to Namor, but the hulking Vesper moved with quiet purpose. Finally they came to a solid stone wall and Kanaan stopped.

“Behind this wall.”

Namor looked at it. It must be one of the secret rooms, but Namor didn’t have time to try to locate its hidden access. Time to bring out one of his own hidden gifts.

“Blow me.” he told the taller man. Kanaan blinked at him without moving. Namor was already taking off his blue robe, revealing his long, thick member and powerful body. “Trust me, I need adrenaline for this to work, if we’re going to get to them in time.”

If he was confused, Kanaan didn’t show it. He simply sank down to his knees and immediately took Namor’s enhanced organ into his mouth. With a small gasp, Namor spread his legs wider, his heavy balls hanging low behind his rising shaft.

Kanaan might have been trained as a bodyguard, but the Vespers frequently served the Royal Family in this capacity. His experience as an enhanced cocksucker was definitely palpable, as Namor soon found himself deep within the red-eyed man’s warm, tight throat.

Placing his hands gently on the back of Kanaan’s head, he guided him up and down on his saliva-slicked cock, pumping himself in and out of the Vesper’s suction-tight lips. Kanaan kept his eyes up the whole time – maintaining eye contact. Namor lost himself briefly in the intoxication of the senses…until the telltale red began to bleed in at the edges of his vision.

He began breathing more heavily. Kanaan could also see that his skills were affecting the beautiful man. He redoubled his efforts, drops of saliva flying wildly as he pistoned up and down on this magnificent enhanced cock. His hands moved up to stroke Namor’s inner thighs and cup his balls gently, which were tightening up towards the base of his shaft.

Namor was battling to keep his concentration on what he was about to do, what he needed to do, without losing himself to the lustful frenzy of the red Thracian heat. With a sucking “pop” sound, the head of Namor’s manhood slid past Kanaan’s lips and he felt a surge deep in his balls as his creamy salt jetted powerfully across Kanaan’s cheek, draping and lacing near his ear and across his collarbone. Kanaan quickly covered the head again with his mouth, sucking shot after shot of pure Thracian salt-cream greedily across his tongue.

Namor didn’t have long – he could feel the adrenaline surging through him as the red in his vision began to recede…he took a breath and punched the stone wall.

For an ordinary man, this might break the skin, cause his knuckles to bleed. But Namor was no ordinary man. Namor was Thracian, which came with many sexual bonuses – an enhanced manhood, virility, potency…but it also came, on occasion, with genetically enhanced strength.

The stones of the wall shattered as Namor’s fist made contact and pushed through them. And then he punched again and again, widening the area of impact until he could fit his head and shoulders through the new, gaping hole in the wall.

Behind it, Dardanio and several Brothers Namor didn’t immediately recognize had Pindaro tied, standing, to a bedpost. He was bleeding from several shallow wounds but didn’t appear to be dead – yet.

Namor took a deep breath and shouted, “In the name of the Prince Primus, spare that man’s life!”

Meanwhile…

Adrianus had been awake for a little while. Healer Kratos was bumbling around in the storeroom, and his son Argos had gone off a little while ago to alert Namor that he’d woken.

His chest ached where he’d been slashed with the knife, but he felt it gently with one hand. Kratos had applied a fast-acting skin bond, which had sealed the wound in a neat line. Even now the nano-technology he’d been administered was repairing the internal damage at an extraordinary rate.

A knock came at the door as a man entered. “About time-” Adrianus chuckled, but instead of Namor, it was Galen, the Prince’s bodyman.

“How are you feeling?” Galen inquired with a gentle smile.

“Just fine. Healer patched me up good as new, see?” Adrianus turned slightly on the table and pulling aside the blue robe so his chest was on display. Only the faintest line remained of where the cut had been. Galen approached, reaching out and gently tracing the line down to his abdomen. The man’s touch on his skin made Adrianus instantly aware of how close they were. He began to become aroused.

Galen’s voice was low. “This happened to you defending the man I love above all others. Both he and I are very grateful.”

Adrianus shrugged. “He’s the Prince, and a guest of our hospitality. It’s what any man there would have done.”

Galen’s hand moved down to Adrianus’ thigh, gently resting. A tingling swept through him and his cock twitched again, growing even further beneath the blue robe. “I’m not sure you understand the magnitude of our appreciation. I should have seen something like this coming, but I didn’t. I let my guard down. But because of you, he’s still here. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”

Adrianus made a noise of disbelief. “What are you saying?”

Galen smiled again. “I’m saying that your contract to the Pleasurehouse has been fulfilled by the Prince. You are free to go wherever you wish. However, both Proteus and I would take it as an honor if…if you would become his second bodyman.”

Adrianus’ jaw dropped. “His bodyman?”

“Yes. Tend to his sexual, physical, and spiritual needs, deliver messages, run errands, and when you’re with him, guard him at all times. And finally, to join our bond of mutual love. It is not something to be undertaken lightly.”

“Wow.” Adrianus gasped, slumping back against the raised table. “I…wow. Of course. Of course I will.”

Galen laughed. “Good. Then it’s my honor to officially fuck you into the family, if you’re up for it.”

Adrianus laughed too, brushing aside his blue robe and revealing his already towering manhood. “I’d say I’m definitely ‘up for it’.”

Still laughing, Galen kissed him deeply, taking hold of his pulsing, velvety tower and gently stroking him. Adrianus made an appreciative noise beneath the kiss and began fumbling with Galen’s clothes.

Healer Kratos came out of the storeroom, saw the two men engaging intimately, grumbled and withdrew discreetly.

Dropping short kisses on his lips, Galen then kissed and licked past his jaw down to his neck, forcing Adrianus to stop messing with his clothes because he couldn’t see. Galen felt Adrianus’ cock begin to become wet as his hand was slicked with the man’s pre-cum.

After nibbling on his neck for a bit, evoking a sharp gasp from his partner, Galen moved downward, kissing the man’s broad muscles and swirling his tongue around his nipples enticingly. Then he gently kissed down the fresh line from the injury, nipping and teasing as it led him down to the man’s tense, rippling abs. The top of his cock poked Galen’s chin urgently, but with one hand Galen tugged it aside so he could trace the man’s faint treasure trail down to the side of his shaft, where heated manhood joined balls and thighs. And Galen plunged his tongue into that jointure, relishing the sighs he could elucidate from the prone man, and the scent of his spicy musk.

Without further ado, Galen engulfed Adrianus’ shaft, flicking his tongue along the veined underside where the shaft met the head. Then he slid downward, taking inch after inch of the veiny cock until his nose touched skin. Galen was intimately aware of Adrianus’ moans and movements as the man instinctually raised his hips, thrusting deeper, driving him to a primal end. But he also allowed himself to revel in the sensation of a thick cock in his mouth, in his power. He was giving his man intense pleasure – and from that knowledge his own pleasure arose.

Galen took his time, worshipping the man’s worthy, straining cock. Adrianus found himself in ecstasy, and completely lost track of how long the oral ministrations went on. But finally, Galen had hit a button he couldn’t hold back, and with a gasp Adrianus came into his mouth, his entire body rigid, his heart pounding. Galen held his hips tightly, drinking the man’s nectar like it was giving him life, and slowly teasing his sensitive head with his tongue, taking every last drop as he withdrew.

“Get up here.” Adrianus patted the table, and Galen climbed up next to him. They kissed again, sharing the salty taste of his cum between them. They spent some time cuddling and kissing before Adrianus inevitably felt his hardness pressing against Galen once again.

“Round two?” he asked. Galen laughed and stood up again, stripping off his tunic and pants revealing a slim but muscular body. Adrianus moved off the table and asked Galen to get back up on it. As he did, Adrianus grabbed hold of Galen’s hips and thrust his tongue squarely into his hole. Exercising every lesson he’d learned as a Phallicus, Adrianus’ devilish tongue soon had Galen gasping and leaking pre-cum on the table.

“Ready for more?” he asked, and Galen nodded, groaning furiously. Chuckling, Adrianus began to finger him gently, stroking him in the most private, sensitive places that had him gasping and hard. Before long he was ready for a second and a third finger, as Adrianus stretched him over time, preparing him for what was to come.

The heat was rising in the small infirmary room. They parted briefly as Galen flipped himself onto his back, then sat up and kissed Adrianus deeply. “I’m ready.” he said, between kisses and breaths, “Take me now.”

Kissing him again and gently biting his lower lip, Adrianus used one hand to guide himself to Galen’s entrance and achingly pushed into him. Galen laid back on the table as Adrianus gently slid deeper into him. Running his hands over Galen’s tight body, Adrianus slowly began the rhythm of their coupling, moving in and out of him at a steadily increasing pace. His eyes were locked on the other man’s form, every shift and sigh giving him instinctual signs of how to proceed.

Galen was also a deft communicator, giving simple instructions, or simply placing Adrianus’ hands where he wanted them. Adrianus was focused intensely on listening to each and every signal, his hard cock only matched by his yearning to give this man an amazing experience.

Suddenly Adrianus picked Galen up entirely, supporting him by his back, so that Galen’s legs were wrapped around Adrianus’ hips, and he sank deeply into Galen’s hole. Moving quickly, Adrianus had Galen’s back pressed against the steamed-up glass for support and was soon thrusting up into the man from a standing position.

The steamy glass squeaked as the two men’s hot skin moved against it, Galen pressing his arms down on Adrianus’ broader shoulders to help share the weight. With the effort dispersed slightly, Adrianus was free to fuck the man quickly, urgently, both of them sharing a physical and emotional need.

With a choked cry Adrianus thrust upward and stopped as his body pumped hot seed for the second time, deep into Galen, who kissed him fiercely. Galen rode his new lover through the shattering edge of his climax, as Adrianus stepped backward from the glass and sat down on the table, so that they both had stability.

The man’s hard cock still inside him, mixing with his warm cum, Galen squeezed his ass tightly and jerked himself off urgently, and it wasn’t long before his orgasm came, a fountain of cum between their two heated bodies, as they breathed heavily in the quiet room.

To be continued...

A/N: Yes, one step at a time, the story does continue. I get overwhelmed with work sometimes. Any feedback, either comments or email, is much appreciated.