The Prince and the Pleasurehouse

Chapter 13 - Internal Security

Seeing the Palace this close took Adrianus’ breath away. Their hovercraft approached smoothly from the West, affording him a beautiful look at the dark architecture. It was some carved dark stone on the outside, like marble but stronger, which gave the building an imposing aura of authority against the backdrop of the city. It was intimidating, to be sure, but somehow, knowing that it might become his new home made it seem oddly beautiful…a glittering, dark jewel in an otherwise unbroken metropolitan sprawl.

            Galen was piloting the craft, with Kanaan in the other front seat, his eyes sharp like a bird of prey, searching for any potential threats. The Prince sat in the back with Adrianus, where there was plenty of room to stretch out and relax for the ride. He caught Proteus watching him with a bemused look on his face.

Adrianus shrugged a little sheepishly, “I’ve never been to the Palace before, not even on a tour.”

            Proteus slipped up behind him, nipping Adrianus’ shoulder thoughtfully and embracing him tightly with his strong arms, resting his chin over Adrianus’ shoulder to look out the window with a sigh. “It’s alright, I suppose. Sure, I have my own quarters and things, but I never felt safe there after my brothers were born. Although it’s foolish to think I’m safe anywhere, apparently.”

Adrianus inhaled the musky scent of his Prince and lord, forgetting the majesty of the palace views when all the majesty he needed was this man’s strong arms tight around him. He turned over one shoulder for a quick kiss.

After sharing the moment, Proteus grinned. “I almost forgot – since you’re one of my bodymen now, the Vespers will want to run a full security workup on you.”

“The Vespers?” Adrianus gulped, suddenly nervous. He wasn’t sure why.

“Yeah, like Kanaan here.” the Prince nodded towards his enhanced friend in the front seat. “They don’t talk much, but I’ll let you in on a secret…” he lowered his voice conspiratorially, “Their bloodline makes them an incredible fuck.”

Soon enough they had made landing at a special landing pad reserved for the Prince Primus. A small group of Vespers awaited them, led by a particularly tall and muscular one. Most Vespers that Adrianus had seen wore only their plain loincloths. This one however, wore a black cloak clasped to an iron band that encircled his neck. It flowed down from his powerful shoulders and was just long enough to drag lightly across the stonework of the palace. He had very closely cut blonde hair, and his incredible physique was also adorned with countless scars.

One large scar ran from his forehead down to his sharp jawline, right through his left eye, which had obviously been a grievous wound because the eye had been replaced with a cybernetic one which glowed with soft white light. His natural eye was the bold crimson red of all Cerberus Bloodline.

He carried no weapons, but Adrianus didn’t think that would stop this man. He looked like he could kill a man just by staring at him – and his gaze was levelled directly at Adrianus.

“You brought home a souvenir, highness?” his deep voice rumbled, with a hint of amusement.

“His name is Adrianus, Captain, and he is to become one of my bodymen. Please have your men prepare one of the rooms in my wing accordingly.” Proteus commanded. The Prince gave orders with a clear air of authority and control, but also with empathy.

“He’ll have to be…inspected. Thoroughly.” the Captain replied with a bow.

Proteus chuckled. “Do it. But don’t keep him too long, Captain, you know how I have my needs.” With this casual allowance, Proteus kissed the Captain on the lips – for a prolonged moment – while he ran a hand from his strong chest down to his loincloth to grope the Captain playfully. The Vesper Captain’s entire body seemed to shiver.

Then the Prince turned back to Adrianus, “Perform whatever checks they require and then have the Captain deliver you to my quarters. We’ll meet with my father and see what we can find out about Shadow Division and then meet you there.”

Adrianus bowed, and Proteus swept off towards the Palace, with Galen and Kanaan in tow. Galen looked back to give him a quick smile and a wink. And then they were gone.

The Captain turned to him. His loincloth had slipped aside as he became erect from the Prince’s handling, and his impressive manhood was drooling noticeably. He seemed unconcerned by the state of his body.

“Now then, Adrianus is it? I am Captain Alvanes. We just need to do some security procedures to make sure you can come and go in the palace as you need to. If you’ll follow me.”

Alvanes led the way to an opening in the stonework which revealed a trapdoor and a metal ladder, leading down into what looked like a guard station. Adrianus climbed down the ladder, trying not to look too obviously at the Captain’s cock as he passed it at eye height.

“Yeah, I know I’m pretty, keep climbin’.” Alvanes boomed loudly. Busted. Adrianus grinned and kept climbing until he reached the bottom, and looked around the room.

He’d been correct, it was a guard station, or part of one, which stretched into several rooms in multiple directions. There were open walls, so he could see for a good long way in two directions. Everywhere Vespers were walking, using technology to keep a watch on the outer walls of the palace, or on the many internal rooms. Farther away he saw some Vespers running drills with various sorts of weaponry – so advanced that Adrianus wasn’t even familiar with the technology.

Alvanes slid down the ladder in a smooth, practiced movement and was soon directly behind him. An incredibly strong hand landed on Adrianus’ shoulder and steered him firmly but gently to a place to stand. There seemed to be no chairs anywhere – a promise to always remain at attention.

“Stand there.” Alvanes said, opening the drawers in a black metal storage tower, and pulling out various instruments.

“Strip.” came the next order. Used to this kind of exposure from the Pleasurehouse, Adrianus shrugged easily out of his red robe, and slipped off his golden cock ring, standing naked for many to see. Getting the golden ring off made him stiffen up a little himself, but he didn’t feel fully aroused.

“Swallow this.” was next, as Alvanes handed him what looked like a small red pill. Adrianus hesitated, but the Prince had told him to comply, so he tossed it back. Alvanes surprised him by handing him a cup of water to chase it down. As Adrianus sipped, he caught Alvanes glancing him over approvingly.

“Yeah, I know I’m pretty.” he joked, repeating the Captain’s words. Alvanes chuckled and actually smiled, and Adrianus began to feel a bit more relaxed, even under the gaze of Alvanes’ glowing white eye.

“The Prince Primus has good taste. And I’ll say this for Dominus Sura, but he sure knows his training techniques. You’re in prime shape, for a non-Blood.”

Adrianus beamed internally at the compliment, and felt himself beginning to truly grow hard. “So uh, what’s next?”

“Well, the capsule I gave you is helping us scan you into the system. You’ll be trackable, and we can monitor your vitals. It’ll also show us if you’re hiding anything dangerous inside you that might harm the Prince.”

“Inside me? Like under my skin?” Adrianus blanched.

Alvanes’ warm visage transformed to a grim one. “Assassins will try anything to get past us. Anything. Must always be on guard.”

There was a tense moment, and then after a minute, the black metal tower chirped and lit up green.

“Well, you’re clear of weapons, so you should be good to go…but first…” Alvanes turned back to him, smiling, “I might just need to double check by doing a search myself. You look like a mischief maker.”

Adrianus grinned, putting his hands on the back of his head, “You’re a hands on, kind of guy, I can tell. Very thorough. Can’t be too careful.”

Alvanes stepped much closer, until they were almost touching. He began a slow pat-down, from Adrianus’ wrists, Alvanes’ strong fingers flowing smoothly down over Adrianus’ strong, muscular arms, tracing his veins back to his shoulders, and then coming forward and running his hands over Adrianus’ powerful chest.

The sensation of touch was intoxicating, and Alvanes’ fingers never left the surface of Adrianus’ taut, smooth skin. After rubbing down his abs slowly he dodged around Adrianus’ very evident erection and crouched, running his hands all over Adrianus’ thighs and calves. Then he came up the back of Adrianus’ legs and grabbed tightly onto his muscular buttcheeks. Both men gave a small sound of appreciation.

“I’ll have to check in here.” the Captain said, licking a finger and slipping it deftly into Adrianus’ tight hole. Adrianus jumped a little but soon, several of the Captain’s fingers were doing wonderful things to him. His legs shook a little, and his cock was leaking profusely.

Keeping his fingers working inside of Adrianus, the Captain used his other hand to unclasp his cloak from his iron collar and swept it out across the floor. Then with one hand on Adrianus’ lower back, he laid him down easily, moving the full weight of a man like it was that of a baby. The cloak was soft against his back.

With beautiful grace, Alvanes slid between Adrianus’ legs and was on top of him, their hard bodies pressed together generating heat and friction. Reaching down, Alvanes directed his manhood, hard like iron, and slicked with need, to Adrianus’ opening and firmly pushed inside of him.

Adrianus raised his hips slightly and wrapped his legs around Alvanes’ muscular body, giving him more of himself, sliding this incredible man deeper into him. With a satisfied growl, the Captain began to work inside of him, his muscular form rippling beneath hot skin as he bent to his carnal task.

Soon the size of the man alone had Adrianus panting and moaning loudly. A few Vespers nearby took notice and were watching the event avidly. The bolder ones tugged out their own enhanced cocks and began to work themselves, watching.

Both Captain and bodyman took no heed of their onlookers, caught up in their act of wanton desire. Adrianus found that his fists were clenched tightly on bunches of the black cloak, and Alvanes roared and snarled, almost feral in the wildness of his lust.

Suddenly he flipped them, bodily lifting Adrianus and rolling onto his own back, so that Adrianus was riding his thick cock. The Captain held him in place easily, his strong hands braced on Adrianus’ hips, and began thrusting up into him with vigorous fervor, their bodies meeting and joining in a primal rhythm.

Isn’t wasn’t long in this position before the Captain’s body brought Adrianus to his climax, and he erupted, actually seeing white light as the orgasm shattered his mind and shook his vision. Without a touch his manhood was spurting hot ropes of his seed all across the Captain’s strong chest. With a triumphant roar, Alvanes came almost immediately after, pumping what felt like a very impressive load of warm heat deep inside him.

Both their hearts were racing as they began to come back down from their mutual high. Adrianus shakily slipped off the Captain’s pulsing, veiny tower, and the onlookers began to disperse.

Later, when Proteus and the others returned to the Primus wing, they found Captain Alvanes standing watch over Adrianus, who was lying on a bed in his own, brand new quarters.

“Everything check out?” the Prince asked quietly.

“Oh yes, he’s good to go, your highness. Well mostly…” the Captain replied, “He might need some help walking for the next few hours. I was quite…passionate. I had to carry him here.”

“Did you find anything on Shadow Division?” Adrianus asked, stirring and sitting up.

“A possible location where they might have taken Lyre. I’ve already transferred the coordinates to Namor and his team.” Proteus answered. “How did you like the Captain’s inspection?”

“I might make some mischief just to get his attention.” Adrianus joked.

Meanwhile…somewhere far away…

A jingle of keys announced the guard’s return. The hallway was dark though – it was after normal hours. The guard opened the cell and slipped inside carefully. Lyre was waiting for him.

“I brought you some extra food, handsome. Gotta keep your strength up.”

Lyre met him with a long kiss. “Thanks, stud. You want to tell me your name this time?”

The guard hesitated, but smiled as Lyre’s hand snaked under the leather straps of his kilt, grasping his hardness. “It’s uh…I’m Jano.”

“Well Jano, I’m glad you came back. Before I eat, I want a big salty load to whet my appetite.”

Jano stood eagerly, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He brushed aside his leathers and drew out his erect cock. Lyre took hold of it gently and achingly slowly began to go down on him. Jano gasped quietly and leaned back against the cell wall as wet warmth engulfed his organ.

Lyre quickly upped the pace, his mouth naturally producing more saliva, so soon Jano’s shaft was sloppy and drooling with Lyre’s spit and his own precum. Once he was sure Jano was distracted by his sloppy slurping, he quietly began to reach for the ring of keys…

But Jano moved. He lifted Lyre up from his knees and quickly had him bent over the bench in the cell that doubled as Lyre’s bed. “I don’t have much time before I’ll be missed, and I wanna cum inside you again.”

He’d missed his chance this time. But perhaps the next day, Lyre would get the keys. He spread his cheeks as Jano thrust into him. It wasn’t long before he was pumping another load deep inside Lyre’s ass.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Lyre murmured. Jano grinned, straightening his uniform, and hurrying off back on rounds.

Meanwhile…at the Pleasurehouse…

Marcus paused when he opened the door. The Thracian Namor stood there, flanked by the Master Phallicus Olmir, the dark haired superstud Dardanio, and the healer’s Phallicus son, Argos.

“Designer Marcus, we might have need of your services.” Namor requested.

“Please, come in.” Marcus said. Argos slid the door shut behind them. “How can I help you?”

Namor grinned. “The Dominus just got word from the Prince, on a location for where they might have taken Lyre. He’s going to send us to break in and get him back. But we can’t very well go walking around the city in our Phallicus robes – we’d be jumped left and right by horny citizens. So we were thinking…it was Argos’ idea actually…”

“We need disguises.” Argos finished. “Something that will allow us to get close to Shadow Division without being questioned or stopped along the way. Once we’re there, we’ll get in and do the rest. So what do you say…can you help us?”

Marcus clapped his hands. “I love a good costume opportunity.”

As they were walking through the city, Argos tugged at the chains a little forcefully and Namor growled. Argos was wearing the full robes and honors of the Dominus of a lesser pleasure-center. He looked resplendent in fine reds, purples, and gold threads. Dardanio and Olmir were his bodyguards, dressed head to toe in tight black uniforms, which nevertheless managed to show off their physiques and their packages quite well.

“I just can’t help it, darling, it’s a force of habit.” Marcus had chuckled.

Namor himself was to be the captured Thracian prisoner. He wore almost nothing, save for a loincloth, and had heavy chains around his wrists, ankles, and neck. Argos was holding the ends of these chains and pulling him along.

“Could you give it a rest with those chains, Argos?” Namor muttered.

“Why? I’m getting into character. Am I hurting you?” Argos countered.

“Not at all. Each tug is making me harder.” Namor whispered.

And indeed, the Thracian’s genetically enhanced cock was fairly evident to all the passersby. Usually in public Namor wore a little bit more, but he was used to the very indecent glances from all directions anyway.

“Quiet now, we’re coming up on the guard outpost.” Argos reminded them.

There was a low building, maybe two stories, but it ran for an entire city block down the street. It looked entirely unremarkable, but there was no mistaking the Prince’s information. They had found Shadow Division. There was a gate with two guards at the entrance.

“Halt!” one of them said.

“Hello, I was instructed to turn over this Thracian.” Argos waved cheerfully, tugging the chains again. Namor’s manhood was clearly hard for all to see.

“A Thracian, eh? Damn, he must be with that monster cock! Look at that!” the second guard chuckled. “Bring him inside, and we’ll take it from here.”

“Yeah, we might need to ah…search him. Just in case.” the first guard added.

Argos handed the chains over and they left the three Phallicus in disguise outside, as Namor was led in chains into the building. The guards were having an argument softly.

“We’re supposed to just send him on through, they’ll want to see him right away!”

“They won’t know if we play around a little bit, though, he’s Thracian, his cock’ll be stiff again in an instant!”

“I’m not sure I believe that, but I guess this is my only chance to find out!”

“Right, on! Let’s fuck him.”

Namor chuckled and rolled his eyes as the guards pulled him into a small storage area. They began touching him and fondling his package.

“We want to see what you Thracians are all about. Whaddaya say, huh chap? You certainly look horny enough in those chains.”

“If you desire my body, use it well.” Namor intoned. The guards excitedly began stripping off their uniforms. They both tried to get Namor’s shaft into their mouths, but couldn’t manage, so they both went around behind him, hooking his chains to different shelves so that his arms and legs were spread.

The first slid inside him with no preparation, and Namor snarled at the intrusion, his muscles straining against the chains. After a couple minutes though, Namor adjusted as the first guard and then the second guard took turns thrusting into his muscular ass.

“Do you wanna go first or should I?”

“You finish first, I love fucking another guy’s load in deeper.”

After the first guard found his release and shot a warm load inside of him, the second guard slipped back inside, and Namor could feel the cum sliding against the man’s shaft, and dribbling out of his ass, down the back of his heavy balls.

“Oh fuck yeah, man, I can feel your big load coating my cock, holy shit, this Thracian ass is so tight, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

A second load soon joined the first. Then they came around to his front and put both their mouths against his cock, sliding his enhanced maleness between both their open mouths. Namor soon felt himself hardening as he took in his surroundings…

He was chained, just enough to make him aroused, he had two hot loads of seed drooling down from his ass to his balls, and he had two men sliding their lips up and down his massive cock, making obscene slurping and sucking sounds as they pleasured him with their mouths.

He felt the red creeping in at the edge of his vision…all he had to do was lean forward a bit so that the iron band around his neck choked him just a little bit more…

And he came, his enhanced veiny cock shooting burst after burst of his stallion seed. The guards both jumped in front of it, as his cock covered their faces with warm, salty ropes of cum. They licked and smacked their lips appreciatively, and sighed with content.

That’s when Namor made his move. He pulled his arms almost easily from the restraints, the chains breaking off the shelves and dragging behind him as his enhanced strength kicked in. In their relaxed state he quickly tied them up and left them in the closet, then returned to the front door to let Argos, Dardanio, and Olmir through.

They were in.

To be continued...