The Prince and the Pleasurehouse

Body of Proof

Prince Avidus missed Zalerius. He missed Pindaro as well. Both his bodymen had been taken from him, the former by his father and the latter…

It did not do to dwell on Pindaro’s unfortunate fate. His plans required faithful executors, and he also missed having a selection of cocks to service him at his every whim. He would need new bodymen, and soon.

The Cerberus palace guards substituted well enough to tide over his carnal appetites. Their enhanced size, strength, and metabolism kept them suitably attractive to his liking. But he longed for something more intimate, personal. Zalerius had always known exactly how to fuck him, but he was gone, taken now as his father’s latest plaything.

The Prince seethed inwardly. His father derided him, and his elder brother Proteus remained smugly superior. He’d show them both…remind them that he was a crown prince in his own right.

Thus it was that Avidus found himself paying a visit to Shadow Division. The black-clad exterior guards scraped and bowed to escort him in, and he smiled approvingly as he swept past them and inside.

It wasn’t long before he was greeted by the Lady Vashura. She seemed a little out of sorts, and not at all happy to see him. “My prince, how can we help you today?”

“Dear Lady, are you alright? You look flustered, and surely not for my sake.” Avidus kissed her hand grandly. A little courtesy might smooth the gears for his request.

She slowly lowered her hand, and softened. “Just day to day hassles, your highness. Several Bloodline assets slipped through our grasp. However we were able to extract a decent amount of genetic material before they escaped.”

“Unfortunate indeed. But not a total loss then.”

“What brings you here today, your highness, if I might ask?” Vashura repeated.

Avidus shrugged easily. “I find myself without bodymen at present, and in looking for replacements, my current goals require that they have…abilities. I hoped to access your very extensive records of Bloodline men to identify suitable candidates.”

“The Blood Cortex is very strictly regulated, your highness…” Vashura began, but seeing his expression, she wavered. “But I think there might be a way around that. I have several such enhanced individuals on site, if your highness would be pleased to choose from their ranks?”

He demurred gracefully. “That seems fair. However if none of them are satisfactory, then we’ll need to access the Cortex.”

“As you say, your highness. I’ll have them gathered for your…inspection.”

True to her word, Avidus didn’t have to wait long before he was brought to a clean white room. At the center was a white bench. Before it stood four men of varying age and looks. Avidus nodded to Vashura and her attendants. “Leave us. I’ll return to you with my decisions.”

She bowed and left, while Avidus turned back to the men of Blood. “Let me assure you all that you are not in trouble. In fact, it is quite the opposite. I am Prince Avidus, and I am seeking new bodymen to join my side, carry out my directives, protect me at all costs, and lay beside me in bed. It is not a role to take on lightly.”

“We will not disappoint you, your highness.” One of the men spoke.

Avidus smiled at him. “Good. Doff your clothes, and tell me your names, and abilities.”

The first was a dark haired man, perhaps mid-thirties, with striking blue eyes and a dark shadow of scruff on his chin. He slipped out of his black clothing, revealing a hard body shaped by years of physical training. All that remained was a metal collar around his neck, and on closer inspection, all four of them bore similar collars. He had a light dusting of dark hair across his chest, and more, neatly groomed, around his equipment, which was hefty, even soft.

“I am Alistair, the eldest among the Blood at Shadow division. I am of Morpheus, and have a talent for dreams and hypnotism.”

Avidus quirked an eyebrow. “Promising.”

The second man was slimmer across the shoulders, where Alistair was more stocky, but his body had intense definition. Every part of him seemed streamlined and honed to a razor’s edge of taut, dormant power. He had platinum blonde hair, but most of his torso seemed hairless, save for around his groin. Shining silver eyes watched Avidus with seeming mirth. He was the one who had spoken before. He toyed with his manhood absently, and Avidus was pleased to find him well-endowed, with a delectable veined shaft already rousing to hardness.

“I am Sander, your highness, gifted son of Mercury. My enhancements include speed, stamina, and increased reflexes.”

Avidus had to restrain himself from drooling a bit. He swallowed hard and managed to cough, “Very impressive.” He might have imagined it, but he thought he saw Sander wink at him. He would make an excellent bodyman.

The third and fourth men were identical twins, somewhere in their mid-twenties. Brown haired, and flashing him beautiful amber yellow eyes, they also had athletic builds, though more like warriors than runners like Sander. Their impressive physical assets aside, they were achingly beautiful to gaze upon. Avidus felt his heated cock throb in his trousers.

“I’m Ross, and this is Rutland. We’re of the Gemini line, your highness.”

“I’m unfamiliar with the traits of that particular line, Ross. Could you expand?”

Rutland stepped forward. “We’re telepathic, even across great distances. We share every sensation, every sight, scent…touch.” His amber eyes welcomed, even dared a demonstration. Yielding to the impulse, Avidus stroked a finger down Rutland’s side, and both twins shivered in unison.

“You all have gifts that will be useful to my plans. But I seek more…a lover, a partner…Sander. Stay. The rest of you are dismissed, for now.”

Alistair and the twins left quietly, as Avidus circled around behind Sander, taking in the view of his physique from all sides. Sander shifted his weight smoothly, unashamed before his prince.

“Are you trained in combat?” Avidus inquired.

“Unarmed and blades, my prince.” Sander replied, brushing his platinum hair from his eyes. He stepped back quickly as the Prince’s knife blade appeared in the stonework at his feet.

“Show me.” Avidus challeneged him, drawing his shortsword and slashing towards him.

Sander ducked under the swipe and rolled to his feet, knife in hand, parrying away a few open strikes by the prince before trying to sidestep closer under his guard. But Avidus was ready and danced away, keeping Sander at blade’s length.

Sander breathed freely, weighing his options. The Prince was a Royal, clearly his physical superior. And he himself was fully naked, wielding only a dagger. He’d need to get in close to prove anything to the Prince, but he couldn’t harm him by any means. That would surely mean his death…

“Come on!” Avidus growled. Sander feinted right then slipped left, digging into the reserves of his genetic power to speed past the prince, snatching his scarf. Fending off the Prince’s advance, Sander spun closer and slashed with utmost precision…

After a precarious minute or so, Sander backed across the room, and the Prince’s tattered clothes slumped off his regal person. Sander had carefully made cuts here and there, so shallow as to not even touch his skin, but enough to make his clothes fall apart under their own weight.

Avidus smirked, his body fully revealed. “That’s more like it.” He lowered his blade, tossing it aside.

Heeding the Prince’s invitation, Sander tossed the knife aside and sped into his lord’s arms, locking their lips together tightly as their muscled bodies ground together. Avidus was particularly aware of Sander’s hard shaft pressed close against him. But the fight wasn’t done. Avidus seized Sander in a tight grip and pinned him against the wall. Sander squirmed in surprise and found that his state of arousal was only heightening.

Sander struggled briefly but the royal’s direct strength was too great. He pushed off against the wall, grinding his entire body, including his muscular butt, back against the aroused prince, which caused Avidus to lessen his pressure in surprise. Using the moment to his advantage, Sander slipped to the side and broke the hold, quickly turning the hold back on the Prince, pinning him to the wall, and grinding his hard cock into the cleft between the Prince’s cheeks.

“Good.” Avidus grunted, his voice a guttural growl of animal need. “Take me.”

“My lord?”

“Put that thick cock to work, Sander. I’ve tested your fighting skills. Now I need to know that you can please me.”

Sander leaned closer, pressing his entire torso against the Prince’s back, to lean in and whisper in his ear. “Then I would taste you first, my Prince.”

Releasing his tight hold on the Prince, Sander slid down his body until he could pry apart Avidus’ cheeks and dive into the project of eating his ass. Sander could feel the Prince’s heavy balls twitch, and his massive enhanced cock rising to press against the wall, dripping with fervent need. Avidus moaned sharply, pressing both hands, now free, against the wall, as the warm, wet sensation teased his hole. Sander’s tongue acquitted him well, and soon Avidus felt a telltale tremor in his knees, as his entire body bucked against the cold wall, wracked with pleasure.

Almost as if he sensed the prince was ready, Sander rose, kissing Avidus’ shoulder and neck as he gripped his steely manhood and pressed it against Avidus’ thoroughly-licked hole. Aching moments passed between the two enhanced men as Sander pressed himself forward, entering the prince fully until he was taken to the hilt. Avidus squirmed briefly, and then far sooner than Sander expected, was pressing back against Sander’s hips, welcoming the impalement.

Taking the invitation, Sander plunged forth, set free by the Prince’s grunted invitation. They began to rut like animals in heat, Sander gripping Avidus’ hips tightly as he stretched the royal hole over and over with his enhanced steely cock.

Avidus was out of his mind with pleasure, panting and gritting his teeth as white hot colors flashed through his closed eyelids while the super-stud pounded him against the wall. He’d found someone who could intuit his desires…to be held tightly and taken, roughly yes, but also with passion. Iron hard passion. Pumping into him at rapid thrusts per minute. He risked a glance back…

Sander was a sight to behold. His platinum hair now unkempt and loose around his face, while underneath it his silver eyes held only fiery animal instinct – the need to fuck. His beautiful face twisted into an expression of primal taking, and his sinuous muscles bent entirely to the task of driving his magnificent cock into the available hole.

Avidus reached back, clasping Sander’s buttcheek with one hand, pulling him to thrust deeper with each push, while Sander gripped Avidus’ chest tightly, pulling him close against him. Avidus felt Sander’s orgasm shudder through his entire body, even as a hot warmth blossomed deep inside him. Avidus shivered in pleasure as Sander released inside him, but Sander showed no signs of slowing down.

“My god, you’re a juggernaut.” Avidus exclaimed.

“Enhanced stamina, my prince.” Sander growled through gritted teeth. “I could go toe to toe, or cock to cock with even the most practiced Phallicus man. Now ride me good. Milk the second load from my balls.”

Together they got Sander to the ground, with Avidus on top of him, still impaled on his steely thick shaft. Sander’s first load was making him slick and warm inside, and some beads of his cum were leaking from Avidus’ hole down the sides of Sander’s long shaft. Now in control of the motion, Avidus put power into his thighs and bounced on the cock with all his might. He deeply wanted to please this beautiful man inside and beneath him.

Sander put his hands behind his head while the Prince rode him valiantly for several more minutes. When he could feel they were both getting close, Sander gripped the Prince’s hips once again, taking back control and thrusting up powerfully into the royal man until he came once again, spurting thick hot ropes of salty cum deep into the Prince. Avidus came almost immediately after, his enhanced cock shooting strings across Sander’s chest and face.

Sander licked his lips appreciatively, lessening his hold. Avidus sank down again, taking Sander’s cock all the way as his legs quivered from the orgasm. “So tell me, my Prince. Do I measure up to your expectations? Do I meet your…needs?”

Avidus was breathing heavily, but he chuckled. “Oh I expect I’ll have you filling my needs for the foreseeable future, Sander. You know what I like, you’re skilled and devilishly handsome. You’re irresistible. I think we could build a lot together.”

He leaned down and kissed Sander, who embraced him tightly as their messy bodies ground together.

That very day, Avidus had Sander taken back to the Palace to be cleared by the Vesper guards. The handsome Captain Alvanes seemed wary of having another Bloodline man as a bodyman, but acquiesced to Avidus’ will, since Avidus had no current bodyman. The imperative for the prince’s safety overruled other concerns.

While Sander was being processed, Avidus almost skipped to the Primus wing of the palace, brimming with excitement to boast of his new find. He burst into Proteus’ room, always smug to make a dramatic entrance.

Proteus was on his back, his perfect muscular body arched as his thick cock thrust deeply upward into his new bodyman, some (admittedly attractive) Phallicus he’d dug out of the Pleasurehouse. The man would certainly have been moaning loudly if his mouth and throat were not occupied by Galen’s own hardened manhood.

“Oh, brother.” Proteus groaned, almost rolling his eyes, but not slowing the pace of his fucking one iota. “Is there something I can help you with? You know you can find other men for entertainment, rather than coming to watch me all the time.”

“Can you blame him, your highness? You do put on quite a show.” Galen managed, holding Adrianus’ head down on his cock while Adrianus made an inarticulate slurping sound.

Avidus glowered. “I don’t consort with ordinary men anymore. That’s right, brother, you’re not the only one with Bloodline mates anymore. My new bodyman is superior to both of yours put together.”

Proteus scoffed. “I love Galen and Adrianus because of who they are, not what they are.”

Not to be rebuffed, Avidus blustered, “Well I hope you enjoy them, because your days of sojourning with Bloodline men at that wicked Pleasurehouse are numbered! Soon there won’t be any of them available there anymore, and you’ll have me to thank.”

Avidus turned and stormed out of Proteus’ bedroom. Proteus actually paused at Avidus’ alarming declaration and sat up, his abs tightening to marvelous effect. “What do you think he meant by that?”

Adrianus surfaced from deep-throating Galen’s cock, breathing heavily, “I’m not sure, but if Namor and the others are in trouble, we should help them.”

The trio threw themselves into their lovemaking…Galen moved to sit on Proteus’ face, with Proteus deeply eating his ass, while Galen worked himself off. Adrianus continued to ride the prince’s bucking hips, stroking his hands across Proteus’ hard muscled torso. Proteus’ enhanced thick cock struck something inside Adrianus that made him blast, and Galen came almost at the same time, their ropes of cum decorating the prince’s chest in both directions.

Galen moved to the side, gasping, and Proteus sat up, moving Adrianus on his shaft in a sensuous rhythm, until he too released deep inside of him. Adrianus fell to the side, Proteus’ cock slipping out of his widely-stretched hole with a loud slurp.

After a moment of catching their breath, Proteus murmured, “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and see if we can get to the Pleasurehouse to warn Namor and Dominus Sura.”

Meanwhile…

Namor and his team of Dardanio, Olmir, and Argos, along with the rescued bodyman Lyre, swept into one of the street entrances of the Capitol Pleasurehouse, shutting the door swiftly behind them. A few murmured greetings and exchanges with other Brothers passed them into the House proper, where Namor insisted that they all visit the House Healer, Argos’ father Kratos.

Argos pushed forward and hugged his father tightly, whose usual gruff demeanor seemed at a loss for words. “Argos?” he murmured, “What’s wrong, what’s happened?”

Argos pulled back, his expression troubled. “The rescue, father, it didn’t go well. We were captured for part of it, and well, I guess…it’s hard to explain.”

“Your son is of the Blood, Kratos. Which means you are too.” Namor revealed bluntly. “I suspect you already knew that.”

Kratos’ eyes narrowed, but he stood firm. “So they know about us now. Thanks to your arrival.”

Argos looked between them sharply. “What? Father, it’s not like that.”

“There are many men of Blood in this House, and all of them were kept secret and safe before his arrival.” Kratos accused. “Now he has drawn the Shadows right to our doorstep.”

“Wait a minute, how many?” Dardanio pushed in. “More than the ones in this room?”

“Yes.” Olmir and Kratos said in unison. Namor and the others looked between them, stunned. Olmir continued. “This place is more than just a Pleasurehouse. It was never just that. It’s a sanctuary, part of a network of-”

“Enough questions for now.” Kratos cut him off. “Let’s get on with an examination so I can get you gentlemen back into the rotation without too much suspicion. Let’s see the merchandise, lads.”

His mind reeling with new information, Namor joined the others in stripping their Shadow Division uniforms, standing in their presentational Phallicus pose with their hands clasped behind their backs. Kratos spent some time with each one, looking and feeling them over for bruises or wounds, and closely examining each man’s equipment, manipulating it and working it gently, tugging lightly on their testicles and checking for anything out of the ordinary. While Namor’s shaft was hardening in the healer’s hands, Dardanio reached behind and gave him a playful slap on the ass.

Namor chuckled and caught a wink from Dardanio. Namor thought briefly about how confrontational Dardanio had been when they had first met. How long had they come in just a short amount of time. He had come on the rescue mission without question. Perhaps Namor’s stern talk had done the trick, or was it that Adrianus had gone with the Prince?

“Thank you for coming to help.” Namor told him.

Dardanio grinned. “Brothers gotta help Brothers, right? Phallicus is family.”

“Still, it means a lot.” Namor hissed, gritting his teeth as his enhanced organ was stroked. “Easy there, doc.”

“Bah.” Kratos grumbled. “Your Thracian piece is fine.”

The others chuckled and the examination became a bit more jocular, the Brothers putting their arms across each other’s shoulders, occasionally wandering to give each other a pinch or a tickle. Kratos grumbled but seemed to be holding in a quiet amusement as well. He spent the longest examining his son Argos, as well as Lyre, but after a time, every man was given a clean bill of health.

“Rest and re-hydrate for a half day, then you’ll be added back onto the available stud roster for appointments.”

“What about our questions?” Lyre asked.

Kratos scowled. “Olmir can explain the basics to you all. I would like to have a private conversation with my son. He deserves that at least.”

Olmir and the others filed out, the door to the medical suite sliding shut as Argos looked after them. Namor looked askance at Olmir. “A sanctuary?”

Olmir nodded, speaking in a low voice. “When clients come to this place for sex, they rarely look beyond the surface. They come for a pretty face, an athlete’s muscles, a large manhood. It makes it an ideal place to hide those extraordinary individuals with enhanced characteristics. Most are less noticeable than yours, Thracian. Violet eyes are rare even among common folk.”

“So it was no accident that Sura picked me at the auction house.” Namor concluded.

“Normally, non-Blood members are never involved, but the Dominus’ position gives him the opportunity to select and recruit many Bloodline men before the Shadows can find them. Yes, he works with us. Although, he is still a businessman. You’re not an opportunity he’d pass up normally anyway, Thracian.” Olmir smirked.

“I still don’t understand. What does this network do?” Dardanio whispered.

“We find Bloodline men and hide them, protect them, and help them relocate if necessary. Shadow Division has been hunting all Blood men for years. Their official mandate – to erase the genetic tampering done during the Expansion Wars from the gene pool. To return humanity to a ‘pure and unaltered’ state.”

“That’s horrible.” Lyre murmured.

Olmir nodded. “Even if they wanted to, there’s no going back. Most of the population has at least some altered codes now, thanks to the difficulties of colonizing and seeding so many worlds. But those of us within the network believe that they have a secret goal – one that I’ve just confirmed by what we’ve seen in their base today: bringing existing Blood men under their control, and experimenting with new Bloodlines all their own.”

“So that they’ll have all the enhanced men on their side.” Dardanio guessed. “They want a war.”

The four of them were silent as they confronted that prospect, but then a golden light flashed in the hallway, signaling a brotherhood assembly. Olmir whispered, “Do you think there’s a chance we were followed?”

“That man Alistair hypnotized us. He could’ve made us leave a trail for all we know.” Dardanio theorized quickly.

Olmir frowned. “I’m not sure. He seemed to genuinely want to help us.”

“Either way, we have to go to the assembly.” Namor cut in. “If we’re not there it’ll be suspicious.”

Argos emerged from the Healer’s wing looking pale but resolved, and the five of them made their way to the main dining hall. Lyre bowed and continued on, taking the path toward’s Namor’s quarters.

When all the Phallicus men had assembled in rows, their took their traditional pose – hands clasped behind the back, with robes open, manhoods on optimal display. Dominus Sura and his bodyman, Caton, rose to address them.

“Alas my studs and stallions, these are difficult times. Recent events seem to have drawn close scrutiny of our House. From the Royals and, unfortunately, from Shadow Division.”

There was no vocal response to Sura’s words, in fact it was deadly quiet. Namor could feel the tension rising in the room.

“The head of Shadow Division, Lady Vashura, has returned, and as part of her official inquiry will be implementing a full genetic sequencing of all our brothers…”

Namor’s spine felt a chill as the same woman as before emerged from the hallway, climbing the low steps to join Dominus Sura on the low platform. Her eyes twinkled malevolently in his direction, her vindictive smile fixed.

“…While I have repeatedly stated that all our Bloodline Phallicus brothers are documented properly, I urge you all to cooperate with her so that this sordid affair can be put behind us once and for all…”

Namor risked a glance to Olmir, who remained stoic and impassive. A crawling guilt emerged in Namor’s gut. He’d led Vashura to the Pleasurehouse door to begin with, he’d defied her to her face with the Prince, and then he’d made a fool of her in her own headquarters. Of course she’d come looking for vengeance, and he’d brought it right to the Pleasurehouse. Whatever Blood men were hidden here by the network were now at risk, and it was his fault. His arrogance. His stupidity. He cursed himself silently as she brushed Sura aside, ordering them into a line to be screened by an attendant.

The attendant was using a small pen-sized blood tester to take a drop of blood from each man’s finger and scan it for Bloodline genetic markers. For most men it glowed blue, but on occasion, more occasions that Namor had expected, it glowed violet. He’d direct them to a side-chamber to wait.

When it was Namor’s turn, he waved his hand at his violet eyes and enhanced cock. “Let me save you the trouble of testing. I’m Thracian.” And he walked smoothly past the attendant into the side-chamber.

By the end, Namor was there with Olmir and Argos, along with five other Brothers. Namor was stunned. To find this many Bloodline men in one place…then again, enhanced men were always admired for their virility. Maybe their shared profession wasn’t such a surprise after all.

“What do you think will happen to us?” one of them asked.

“The Dominus will protect us.” Olmir calmed them. “As he always has.”

“I’m not sure there’s much he can do about this one.” a blonde man chimed in. Namor remembered his name might be Thazen. “That woman seems a right piece of work.”

Just then, the Dominus and Lady Vashura entered, arguing quietly.

“Their contracts are not for sale, my Lady. They are some of my best studs. People come from across the planet to spend just one night with them.”

“I’m not buying them, they are being seized by the state.” she sniffed. “They are government property now.”

“If you want to put it that way, yes, they are.” A familiar voice cut in. Namor and the others looked over to see the Prince Viro Proteus Primus, striding confidently into the side-chamber, flanked as always by Galen and Adrianus. He gave Namor a quick and imperceptible wink as he passed. Namor felt an immediate surge of hope in his heart, and a surge of blood below.

“I have just concluded a deal with the honorable Dominus Sura, enfolding his business into my many sundry investments. He is sponsored, and therefore under the protection, of my personal crest.”

Lady Vashura looked stunned, then furious. “Your highness, these men-”

“Are mine. Hear me well, Patricia, you and your agents will not harass nor harm any Brother of this delectable House again, if you do, I shall dismantle your sad little Division without even breaking a sweat, is that clear?”

Lady Vashura moved to say something, but seemed to think better of it. She swept angrily toward the door, turning back only to add, “You haven’t heard the last of this. The Grand Monitor and I will have serious words about your abnormal attachment to this unseemly place, and these dangerous animals.”

Proteus frowned. “Tell my father whatever you like, but for now, these beautiful creatures and I are going to fuck like animals, isn’t that right? Close the door on your way out.”

With a huff, she was gone. Proteus turned to Dominus Sura. “She took the bluff, but let’s make sure and sign that deal before I leave today, I hope that’s alright.”

Sura bowed. “You honor me and this entire House with your patronage, my prince.”

Proteus smiled infectiously. “Good. Now I need your man…sorry…my man Namor there to honor my cock with his delectable mouth.”

Sura nodded and backed out of the room as Namor moved forward and sank to his knees.

To be continued…