The Prince and the Pleasurehouse

Chapter 14 - Bloodlines

There’s nothing quite like your father walking in while you’re choking down a messy load from a still surging, ramrod cock. Especially if your father is the Grand Monitor of the Empire.

“Father!” Avidus sputtered, hot strings of cum still connecting his chin to Zalerius’ throbbing cock. As if to add to the surprise, Zalerius bucked once more, and another rope draped artfully across the Prince Secundus’ cheek. Zalerius nervously bowed to the Emperor, then to the prince, and then left as quickly as he could manage.

“Spare your feints of shame, I don’t have time for them.” the Emperor intoned. He stood much taller than Avidus at eight feet (even taller when you consider that Avidus was still on his knees). The Grand Monitor Virgilis Martius swept into the room, moving with the smooth grace of a predator that knows it can defeat any prey. “I’ve come to tell you that your plots to murder Proteus have become so tactless and brazen that you may as well challenge him to a public duel. Except, of course, everyone in the Empire knows who would win that fight.”

Avidus felt his cheeks burning red but he stared back at his father. Showing weakness now could be fatal. “You haven’t seen anything yet. There are pieces on this board you don’t even know about.”

The Emperor’s eyes narrowed. “Careful what you assume, Avidus. As Grand Monitor I have resources for which you don’t even have the mental capacity to understand.”

Avidus felt his jaw clenching but just managed to stop himself from snapping back. The Emperor was watching him closely, and seemed pleased by this response. He moved very close to his son.

“Good. You grow more wise already. Proteus is a strong, smart man, Avidus. You are honestly neither. And now you’ve made him careful. To defeat him, you need to be creative, and play a very careful, long game. Learn from your mistakes. I know you can do better.”

The Emperor leaned forward and kissed Avidus gently on the cheek, then leaned back, licking his lips of Zalerius’ seed.

“Your bodyman has a fine, masculine flavor. Have him sent to my quarters this evening. You may find another.”

Shaken, Avidus stood rooted to the spot as the Emperor turned and left. The brief glimpse of a kind father had been suddenly and rudely returned to the cold mask of an imperial ruler. When he looked up, Zalerius was returning, and Avidus could see that his best lover and friend had heard everything that had just happened.

“What am I going to do?” Avidus croaked. “I don’t know what to do.” He felt tears rolling down his face.

“Shhhh.” Zalerius comforted him, quickly coming to embrace his lord and lover, holding him tightly to his chest. “First you need to relax. Build up your confidence a little. And I happen to know something that you’re reallllllly good at.” Zalerius began running his hands down from Avidus’ shoulders across his back.

“What’s that?” Avidus sniffled.

“Fucking your way to the top.” Zalerius murmured, kissing the side of Avidus’ neck, then giving him a small nip as he kissed his way down the throat. Zalerius continued downward as Avidus suddenly grinned.

“Zee, you’ve given me another brilliant idea.” he announced. And the good feeling of a brand new scheme forming was met with the intoxicating powerful feeling of a man’s lips closing around his cock.

Meanwhile…

Once Namor had subdued the two guards, he stole their access key and let Olmir, Argos, and Dardanio inside. Together they stripped the guards, tied them up and gagged them. Argos and Dardanio were about the right size for their uniforms so they quickly began changing in the small storage room. Olmir was keeping watch on the hall.

“Now remember, we’re here to find Lyre,” Namor whispered. “And also get answers about Shadow Division and what they’re up to. For some reason, they’re interested in Bloodline genetics. They’ve been chasing me for years, since even before I came to the Pleasurehouse. And…they took someone close to me.”

“Yeah Lyre, we know.” Argos cut in, tugging on the tall, black combat boots.

“No, someone else. His name is Jacor. It’s been so long since they took him, I have no idea if he’ll even be here, or if he’s being kept somewhere else. But if there’s the slightest chance, we have to free him.”

“Why, is he your boyfriend?” Dardanio snarked, zipping up his jacket and buckling on the holsters to his thighs.

“No,” Namor revealed, “He’s my brother. A Thracian like me.”

“We must hurry.” Olmir warned. “It won’t be long before someone is sent to check on our unconscious friends.”

With a nod, the four of them formed up and then swept down the hall, one by one. They moved swiftly and as quietly as they could, but still together so they could pretend to be escorting Namor somewhere if they came across another person.

They began passing laboratories with dark windows, but the invaders couldn’t help but slow down to peer into them. The first one Namor looked into appeared to be a standard medical examination room, but with additional technological instruments and diagnostic elements. Argos muttered quietly, “Get a look at this.”

The others turned to his window, which appeared to show stacks and stacks of hard drives contained in black metal towers. Colorful lights were blinking away on many of them, and at the top, each tower was labeled with a name.

“Thracian genotype.” Argos muttered, reading one. “Do you think it’s…?”

“Bloodline genetic data.” Namor guessed. “Takes a lot of storage to contain all that raw information. Look at the genotypes though…”

“Vulcan, Gemini, Morpheus…” Olmir read. “Some of these were supposed to have died out centuries ago.”

“Medusa.” Dardanio read. “Medusa, isn’t that what Pindaro mentioned…just before he died?”

“Medusa was coming.” Namor agreed. “It can’t be a coincidence. He was poisoned directly after. I’d never heard of a Medusa Bloodline before…which is disturbing on its own.”

“Why?” Argos asked.

“It means that Shadow Division isn’t hunting down Bloodlines…they’re making their own.” Namor realized.

Just then, an authoritative voice called, “Halt!” as a group of men rounded the corner ahead of them. “What are you doing there?”

Dardanio stepped forward, his hands raised in a calming gesture. “We’re just transferring this Thracian from the front gate to processing.”

The other group drew closer, and Argos put a hand on Namor’s arm, pretending to be guiding him. Olmir stood quietly behind them.

“Well, you’ve done your job. Give him here, we’ll get him started.” an officer ordered, taking Namor by the other arm and steering him back towards the medical examination room. Argos tried to catch Namor’s eye quickly but there was nothing they could do except play along. Namor gave a nod, and went quietly into the room to sit on the table.

“Move along then.” one of the remaining guards said. Dardanio, nodded curtly, and continued down the hall at a brisk pace, Olmir and Argos trailing behind him. Once they had passed a safe distance, Argos hissed, “We can’t just leave him there.”

“Namor will be fine.” Dardanio whispered. “He’s bought us some time to look around…so let’s not waste it. We need to find a central control room.”

Back in the examination room, the officer had Namor stripped of his spare loincloth, and then had him stand on a pad. The pad’s lights came on and scanned over every inch of him slowly, rendering a virtual image of him on the screens. Namor could see that the system was indeed confirming him as Thracian, from muscle density, or purple eyes, to heightened adrenaline, to his enhanced sex organs and fertility.

The officer whistled low. “You’re the entire package, aren’t you, Thracian? I confess I’m a little jealous. Not just of the enormous tackle swinging between those thighs, but of your strength, your raw power.” He was circling Namor slowly, looking him up and down.

“Your sensuality.” he finished, standing in front of Namor again. Slowly, cautiously almost, he reached out and took Namor’s manhood into his hand, then with both hands. Namor felt himself throb and stir.

“Magnificent creature.” the officer breathed. He knelt down and sniffed at Namor’s groin intensely. “A real specimen of a breed that is all too rare these days. I’ve always wondered, what it might be like…to…”

Namor was used to people pawing him and fawning over him, but this man seemed truly enraptured. He felt unsure of what to do, but the others needed time, so he was willing to give this man what he obviously wanted if it kept him occupied.

“How rare a chance then,” Namor risked, keeping his voice low and throaty, “to bed a man from legend?”

The officer stood then, his pants obviously tented with his own hardness, as he touched Namor’s chest and gasped, “You would…with me?”

Namor tilted up his chin and kissed the man deeply, holding him powerfully still. The man seemed to tremble at first and then melt into his embrace. Namor broke the connection to whisper in his ear, “I’ll give you memories you’ll never forget…and you won’t be marching straight for a week.”

The officer began shrugging out of his jacket, and unbuckling his own pants. “Is that a promise?”

With a playful snarl, Namor seized the man and pinned him against the table, kissing fiercely. A surge of strength came to him and he ripped the man’s shirt open, sending buttons flying around the room. Soon their warm skin was pressed together in an intoxicating embrace of need and passion. They collided like two grappling animals, the advantage with Namor as the much larger specimen.

Soon sitting on the table, the officer wrapped his legs around Namor’s waist and pulled him close, so that their groins were pressed tightly together, grinding and making them both harder. Namor bucked his hips a few times, rubbing himself on him in a rolling sensual imitation of what was soon to come. His enhanced Thracian cock continued to swell, and their stomachs were both soon slick with his dripping passion.

But of course, that only made Namor’s enhanced muscles look even better.

With a loud rip and a ‘ping’, Namor tore the officer’s pants all the way open and slipped them off, so that they were both nude and entwined tightly together.

“Oh my god.” the officer gasped, “Yes. Do what you want with me.”

Namor growled and lifted the officer up so he could bring his hole to Namor’s mouth. Namor’s tongue plunged in as he began ravishing the officer’s hole, and the officer squealed in delight. Hooking the man’s legs onto his shoulders, Namor used one hand to tease the man’s cock mercilessly, bringing him balls-tighteningly close to eruption, and then easing him back down from it. And all the while, slurping and easing, and widening his hole in preparation.

Finally the officer couldn’t take anymore, and he got up from the table, taking hold of Namor’s slick tower.

“I need you to fuck me with this, right now, Thracian. No more games.”

Namor wiped his chin and grinned, seizing the officer, turning him around, and bent him over the table. The officer squeaked a bit in surprise and delight as Namor lined himself up with his hole and began to rub his immense manhood up and down his crack teasingly. Then he pushed the officer down further and began to press into him.

After a forceful push, the incredible thick head of Namor’s shaft slipped through the barrier and inside the officer, who began moaning at the intrusion. Namor continued to move further in until the officer had taken him to the hilt. Their balls brushed each other underneath as Namor gave him a minute to adjust to the massive cock he’d just impaled himself with.

Before Namor even moved, the officer was soon moving forward and back slightly, testing his sensitivity with growing enthusiasm. Namor bent close to him and hummed deeply, allowing the vibration of the thrumming sound to pass through both their bodies. Then he took hold of the man’s hips, and they began to move as one.

When Namor thrust forward, the officer was pushing back, and they fell into a synchronized fucking rhythm that was almost as though they’d been old lovers, falling back into a familiar stride. Namor’s thighs pounded against the officer’s cheeks as Namor’s hands held his hips tightly in position.

As the pounding grew stronger, the officer began to let out little screams, as Namor’s intense cock stimulated places inside him that had never been reached. With his enhanced genetic instincts flaring to life, and his expert Pleasurehouse Phallicus training, Namor was a sexual force to be reckoned with. The way he changed his tempo, or the size of his thrusts, and the places he touched the officer’s skin, sent his partner into a crescendo of constantly intensifying stimuli.

Lost in the feral mindset of rutting, Namor didn’t even remember flipping the officer onto his back on the table and plunging again deep into his hole, this time fucking him face to face. The officer’s cries grew louder and louder, matched only by occasional growls and grunts.

A new pair of guards, drawn by the officer’s sounds, burst through the door and caught quite an eyeful – Namor’s muscular ass flexing as he drove his thick, engorged manhood deep into their commanding officer, who by all accounts was loving every second of it.

“Holy shit.” one of the guards muttered, as he adjusted himself noticeably. The second guard chuckled, “I forgot you’re new. The Thracians are legendary fucks. This happens all the time with them around.”

The sounds of carnality continued in the background as Namor didn’t slow his pace at all.

“So you mean, even the one we have downstairs…”

“Yeah, this one time he rode me so hard with that enhanced cock of his, my legs were so weak - I had to crawl myself to the showers with his cum dripping out my ass. Absolutely wild.”

Alarm bells went off in Namor’s head. Another Thracian, here. Could it be his brother after all? But rational thought was sinking away as the red light closed in around the edges of his vision. Giving himself completely over to ingrained sexual instinct, everything about him seemed to increase…his musky scent, his stature, his passion. Given over to such intensity, the human officer’s resistances crumbled, and he screamed again. Namor was elevating him to a precious experiential climax as he felt a mixture of submission, beauty, and belonging.

Thick ropes of cum laced messily across them both as the Thracian roared his triumph. With a throbbing surge of heat, Namor’s cock began to pulse inside the officer, filling him deeply with a primal gift between men. He was still erupting when he pulled out, strings of cum connecting him to the officer’s well-fucked ass.

With a groan, the officer laid his head back on the exam table. Namor stretched powerfully, his aura of red instinct fading away slightly.

The guards moved in, saying, “We should secure him, for safety protocols.”

“Ignore the fucking protocols,” the officer moaned breathlessly, “Carry me to my room.”

After the guards had carried him away, Namor smirked and went to find the others…but the door back to the hallway was locked. They had barred him in.

He was trapped.

Meanwhile…

Caton moved through the Pleasurehouse, greeting clients warmly and shooing attendants into place. He stopped briefly to plump one Phallicus’ cock before he entered his client’s room, and then kept moving.

He made his way to the mail center, where Phallicus brothers could send messages to lovers, or family members, or clients they hoped to lure in. He took one of the public comms and entered a private booth.

After opening the back of the comm and slipping in a specific computer chip, he dialed a familiar number. She picked up on the second ring.

“Lady Vashura,” he began, “I have something to bring to your attention.”

“Proceed.” came the reply.

“The Thracian Namor and a few of the Phallicus brothers are infiltrating the Shadow Division building as we speak. Dominus Sura just told me of their plan to rescue someone from our cell block.”

There was a brief pause as she considered this information.

“There are other Bloodline men with him.” Caton offered in addition.

Over the line, he could almost hear her smile. “Thank you for the tip, Medusa. I’ll be in touch.”

And the line went dead.

Meanwhile…

Dardanio, Argos, and Olmir all crouched as one when the lights in the hall went from normal white to crimson red. A low alarm tone began to sound throughout the building.

“We’ve been made.” Olmir said.

“It doesn’t matter, we’re here.” Dardanio brushed off his fear, pointing at a door ahead. It was a double door that read “Command and Control”.

“Uhh…we’d better hurry.” Argos urged, as metal blast shields began to slide into place in front of doors along the corridor. The trio hurried forward and burst through the doors just in time, as the blast shield slid into place behind them.

The Control center was a fairly large room with many computer stations, and screens for multiple cameras. Argos briefly saw a section that looked like cell cameras, on which he could see a younger boy, and what looked like Namor in a cell.

In the front of the room was a large single screen that took up most of a wall. On it was the face of Lady Vashura. She spoke to the figure before her.

“Ah, Alistair, it looks like they’ve saved you the trouble of finding them! Take them all and prepare them for testing. I’ll be arriving soon.”

The screen winked out and the trio could see a single silhouetted figure standing in front of the glowing surface.

Olmir stepped forward and took a deep breath. A bright flame spontaneously burst into life around his right hand, but didn’t seem to be harming him. Argos and Dardanio looked at him in awe…he had never displayed this kind of power before.

“Alistair is it?” Olmir said, “We’re just here for our friends, who were wrongfully imprisoned. Release them to us, and we’ll be on our way.”

The dark figure turned, and a narrow strip of light illuminated part of his face. He appeared handsome, though with a somewhat crooked nose. Short dark hair and piercing blue eyes watched them all from the shadows.

“I don’t think you’ll be going anywhere, Vulcan.”

“Look, we don’t want to fight you. Just let us go.” Argos shouted.

“Why fight, young man, when you can sleeeeeeeep…” Alistair drew out the last word and his blue eyes flashed with unnatural light. The same blue light flared in Argos’ eyes and he seemed to wobble uncertainly, before his limbs sank and he stumbled to the ground, in a deep slumber.

Dardanio and Olmir ducked down quickly, the fire dimming but not fading around Olmir’s fist.

“What did he do?” Dardanio asked.

“Some kind of hypnosis or something. Don’t look him in the eye.” Olmir muttered through clenched teeth.

“Don’t look him in the eye? What the fuck are you on about?” Dardanio hissed.

“It’s the Morpheus line. They were supposedly extinct but they could hypnotize you just through eye contact.”

“Well how the hell are we supposed to fight him if we can’t look at him?”

“We’ll take him together and one of us will get through. We go on three…one…two…THREE!”

Olmir surged up and threw his fire, but Alistair was no longer where he had been. As Dardanio turned to charge the same spot, Alistair caught him by the wrist and the back of the neck, looking deep into his eyes.

“Sleeeeeeeeeep.” The blue power flashed again and Dardanio was tumbling to the floor.

Olmir let loose with a roar, sending gouts of flame and quick smaller fire bursts in a wash, trying to hit Alistair hard and fast. But his energy was draining fast…

After a moment he let the fire fade, and the room seemed much darker after most of the light had gone out. Only the pale glow of computer screens lit the room now. If Alistair used the shadows to his advantage, Olmir would do the same. He backed smoothly away from where he had been, carefully stepping so as to make less noise. But he was still taxed from the amount of fire he’d thrown around…he hadn’t moved that much energy in years. He was breathing heavily. He wondered if Namor would be alright, and how they were going to get out of this.

Suddenly the main overhead lights flared on, and Olmir registered the fact that both Dardanio and Argos were gone…but then two pairs of arms grabbed him and wrestled him tightly. He tried to fight them, but then he realized who they were. Alistair was coming closer, and Argos and Dardanio were holding him against the wall. Their eyes were glowing with blue light, their expressions completely slack. Olmir closed his eyes tightly, but Dardanio’s hands were soon prying them open.

He saw Alistair, standing before him, swathed in dark blue and black robes. He tsked lightly. “The Shadow Queen has spoken. Your power will soon be hers. Nighty-night, Vulcan. No, no, no, no, don’t struggle anymore. Wouldn’t it be easier to just…sleeeeeeeeeep?”

And darkness took him.

When he woke, Olmir was back in the Pleasurehouse. The familiar red draped fabric covered the walls, small tables with sensuous statues, and tapestries with explicit illustrations bedecked the hall.

At the center of the room was a cushioned area with pillows and a few different levels. Around it was a delicate railing, intricately carved, and there was a second story with more railing. Olmir recognized one of the common areas of the Pleasurehouse…the Room of Looking. Phallicus brothers would come and perform with each other, while clients watched or suggested carnal acts.

It was often a way for clients to choose which Phallicus they’d like for themselves, or decide what kind of kink they wanted. Others preferred only to watch, never taking a Phallicus for their own. Olmir and the other Phallicus brothers enjoyed the Room of Looking, because they were pleasing each other, and being admired. Dardanio had enjoyed the Room of Looking so much as a trainee, simply because he enjoyed being watched. It edged him to perform better.

Looking around, he could see that Argos and Dardanio were already here. They were kissing passionately, and Dardanio had a hand cupping Argos’ butt, squeezing and kneading his muscular cheeks. Argos’ hand was working Dardanio’s shaft, stroking him up and down.

As Olmir approached they opened blissfully to him, Dardanio shifting to kiss him, while Argos sank lower to take Dardanio’s cock into his mouth. It felt so right, like the three of them belonged here together. Dardanio moaned into Olmir’s mouth and Argos switched cocks, wrapping his lips onto Olmir’s thick manhood.

While Argos sucked him, Olmir spread his own cheeks for Dardanio, who knelt behind him and dove his face in between them, his tongue darting daringly forward, seeking Olmir’s hole. With the lithe redhead working his cock, and the ripped, dark, hairy-chested beauty rimming his hole, the master of Phalluses spread his legs wider and basked, as he saw a silhouette appear, watching them from the balcony.

After a time, the three of them lay down. Argos continued working over Olmir’s towering manhood, while Olmir stroked Dardanio’s veiny shaft, willing some heat energy into him through his hands. Dardanio writhed and moaned in ecstasy, drawing a second silhouette to the ground floor railing.

Sitting up, Dardanio scooted forward, wrapping his legs around Olmir from behind, so that Dardanio’s hard, leaking cock was pressed firmly against his backside. Olmir leaned back into the embrace, while Dardanio reached around, gently pressing down Argos’ head onto Olmir’s shaft.

Argos however, had other plans, as he rose from his slurping with an echoing ‘pop’ and straddled Olmir handily. Olmir lay back into Dardanio’s lap while Argos mounted him, taking hold of his wet shaft and guiding it to his hole. Olmir let out a sigh of pleasure as Argos slid down onto him, inch after inch disappearing into a tight, muscular Elysium of pleasure.

They moved together, Olmir rocking his hips and Argos riding him like the hung stallion he was. Once they had gotten into a steady rhythm, he beckoned Dardanio, who crouched and moved forward, sitting himself right over Olmir’s face. Olmir plunged his tongue into Dardanio’s crack, while he continued to thrust up into the moaning Argos. A third onlooker was now standing at the rail.

Both their cocks straining upward, Argos and Dardanio leaned forward into a kiss, while Olmir pleasured them both from below. When the position grew too taxing, Olmir gently pushed Dardanio back onto the cushions, and moved Argos directly next to him, so that both men were lying on their stomachs before him. Argos gave a small cry as Olmir withdrew from him that almost made Olmir erupt then and there. But then he palmed Dardanio’s cheeks with both hands and slid into him. The dark-haired Adonis roared in approval and need as Olmir’s dark cock split him open.

Olmir began to pick up the pace, but just as Dardanio seemed fit to burst, he withdrew, and plunged into Argos’s hungry hole. And so they went, Olmir driving his two bottoms wild with lust and need right to the tipping point, and then switching back to the other.

Eventually, Dardanio paused the ritual long enough to clamber on top of Argos himself and thrust his slick, dripping, veined cock into the redhead. Argos howled in approval. Then Dardanio waited while Olmir came behind him and entered him once more.

Connected by overwhelming maleness, strength, and mutual admiration, the three men bred sensually, Dardanio fucking Argos and being fucked in turn by Olmir. The sheer sensation of muscle sliding against muscle and taut skin and sweat and moans and musk and tightness, the three lost themselves in time and space as their carnal joining went on.

None of them quite noticed that all of their onlookers looked exactly like Alistair.

But watchers be damned, they were three men connecting on a physical and emotional level. Olmir came first, shooting his enhanced, warm seed deep into Dardanio, who groaned in pleasure as Olmir slipped out of him and moved around to the other side so he could take Argos’ hard cock into his mouth.

Not a moment too soon, for after a minute or two of being fucked and sucked simultaneously, Argos blew his load next, pumping many hot ropes of his essence into Olmir’s mouth and over his face.

Slipping out of Argos with a slurping ‘pop’, Dardanio stood, stroking himself only two or three times before shooting his hot seed in the open air, his voice hoarse but fervent as he shouted; a huge load of long ropy strings criss crossing over Argos’ back.

They had all come to completion, but soon found themselves repeating their lustful actions. None of them thought anything of it. The sex felt so right to them, it came naturally. They were living the dream.

“A beautiful dream, my handsome ones.” Alistair chuckled to himself. “A beautiful dream indeed.”

Turning away from the railing, Alistair emerged once again in the real world, just as the blast door raised and Lady Vashura entered.

“My Lady, I have them contained safely in a pleasurable dream state. You may begin testing when ready.”

To Be Continued...