Captive Practice

He pulled one out and flipped it open. The spine was cracked and soft from years of heavy reading, though upon realizing what the contents were, he was unsure who in the court was reading this often. It was smut like the rest of the lower shelves but of a variety that would've made even the more bacchanalian bourgeois blush. It was a fictionalized account of a baron who sought out increasingly novel sexual escapades until he died by his own hand as part of the act. He recognized it through the character name which was sometimes whispered in passing as part of drunken jokes but had never read the text itself. He flipped through the pages before stopping on one.

I did not want to ruin such a precious boy too early. The night was long and I intended to have my fill of him through all the hours. I coated my hands in palm oil and gently rubbed it into the soft skin of his virgin backside, working it until he shone under the light. I whispered sweet solaces to him as my fingers shifted to one round and opened him at the split. I titled the decanter and dripped its golden contents onto the bare hole which would soon be my ticket to paradiso.

Bellino had never much cared for homosexual content like this and clapped the book shut. However...

He tucked it into his robe and brought it to his room. If he was to make a repeat of his 'practice' with that captive, he may have better luck taking some advice from those who did this particular act rather than pretending it was the same as a woman. He had no intentions of going all that far into the homosexual nature though. Just a bit of clarity on anal to make it less uncomfortable given he was second-guessing how much Floriano deserved his suffering.

He relaxed on his chaise lounge and held the book up so the light from the tall window illuminated the filthy words. He flicked back to the passage he'd begun in the library and read.

He was nervous but knew better than to speak of it. I set the decanter aside and used two fingers to slick the palm oil along his darkened, shaven split. I gently kneaded his cheek to comfort him and pressed my finger to the puckered little hole. I'd been assured by his caretakers he'd never known the intimacy of another person, especially not a man, and the resistance I felt corroborated that. I instructed him to bear down such that his anus opened up and he was able to take my finger nicely. I played with him slow and gentle while shifting my own hand down. It was still soft with oil and I rubbed it over his testicles. His entire body relaxed as he realized I was not hurting him. I was able to insert a second finger soon after, and I used them to stretch him open. I made a point of locating that fantastical little piece deeper in him. Pressure upon it made his testicles twitch in my hands and upon leaning sideways I saw his penis had grown firmer.

I considered stroking it as I did my older lovers, but I hesitated. He had no use for his penis tonight. A virgin boy who knows not of the ways we fornicate can be coaxed easier into the alternatives of completion, and I decided at this point that I would accomplish that which only my younger self had achieved--the spilling of seed while acting solely as the receptive.

I told the boy of the pleasures to come, assuring him that my own satisfaction would bring him completion so long as he allowed it. He agreed to the arrangement. I slipped in a third finger and continued to fondle his testicles until I felt he was softened enough. I pulled away from him only as long as it took to soak my penis in palm oil. My desire was boiling over.

I inserted myself into him with measured wisdom. He did not flinch, resigned to his fate and eager to please me. The sacrality of his virginity was unwound in mere seconds and he was made a whore for me. He was tight and it took a few thrusts for his body to accept it as his mind already had. He bore down around me as I'd instructed with my fingers and I was able to thrust into him the same as a more experienced receptive--though with an invigorating tightness that enveloped my entire penis even deep in his bowels.

Our pairing was slow and the sounds of his breathing filled my stomach with fire. I eventually rolled onto my side with him following. Our limbs entwined as I made love to him. His beauty seeped into the moans he let out as I reached between his legs to grip his testicles. I wanted to feel his masculinity as I made him feminine.

His tenor soon changed, and in spite of his nervous quiet, he spoke to me to let me know he felt the urge to urinate. I assured him this was normal and that what his body was seeking to release was likely not urine. I sat up enough to check his penis which had leaked clear fluids down his soft thighs. It bounced when I thrust in more firmly and he whimpered so sweetly I could not overcome the instinctual desire to impregnate him. I told him of my intentions and laid down again with my arms wrapped around him. His small hands gripped my forearms and I allowed myself abandon. I graced his insides with my seed.

Bellino lowered the book, noticing he'd gotten hard while reading even though he didn't find the matchup itself all that appealing. Or maybe he did. It was hard to know. Either way, he removed his belt, shrugged off his robes, and resumed reading while touching himself. Maybe this book had more merit than just instruction...

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Bellino returned to the dungeon the next day. Floriano immediately wilted in the corner before he'd even taken off his cloak.

"Floriano Campana," the prince said brusquely.

"Y-yes sir?"

"I have begun a review of your case," he told him as he tossed a throw blanket at the prisoner which he'd stolen from the back of a spare linen closet. He caught it, looking confused over being handed something weirdly fine. "I will stay your execution due to incongruities in the evidence. I cannot guarantee your fate past that, though I should like to interview the people involved to see if an alternative conclusion is in order."

Floriana perked up while clutching the blanket. "Your majesty--"

Bellino snapped his fingers. "I am no majesty as far as you are concerned. I am an amante." He opened the pouch on his belt and took out the vile he'd filled with palm oil. "Undress and empty yourself."

"I..."

"If you choose to be disobedient, I should see you hanging in the gallows by the end of the week," Bellino threatened. Floriano swallowed under his harsh gaze and set the blanket off to the side. He removed his pants as best he could and crawled to the inground toilet. Bellino strode to the bare mattress and flattened the throw blanket on it as cover while the prisoner emptied himself. He found himself glancing back to see his hole winking as he finished.

"Wet your fingers and use them inside to clean better," he instructed him when he knelt at the sink to cup water. Floriano quickly did as asked, pushing his middle finger up his hole and wriggling it around. It came out with flecks which he rinsed before repeating the process. Bellino unbuttoned his britches and fully removed both them and his underwear. Once he was clean, the prince snapped to get him to come over. He crawled onto the blanket beside him without meeting his gaze.

"Kneel with your backside to me."

Floriano knelt and turned, spreading his knees automatically. Bellino unscrewed the cap on the vial and held it in the same hand he used to spread the man's gaunt asscheeks. He kept them out of the way as he poured droplets of clear oil onto his brown skin. He flinched at first. Bellino set the vial on the floor beside the mattress and rubbed the oil into Floriano's asscrack, focusing on his anus.

"Relax yourself. I intend to go longer this time."

He set his pointer directly over his anus and felt it pulse under the tip. He pressed slowly and inserted his finger to the second joint. The tight warmth aroused him, blood beginning to fill his penis. He pushed in and out and watched the flesh bow to him.

He let go of Floriano, leaning over to grab the oil. He dripped more on and inserted a second finger. He felt him tense but he relaxed after a few motions. Fingering a man didn't seem like the type of act he should find enticing but he found himself getting an erection quickly. As soon as he was hard enough, he removed his fingers and coated his cock in oil. He stroked himself, pulled back the foreskin, and marveled at the shine it left on his skin. A shine that matched the skin inches away.

He sat forward and rubbed the tip of his cock over Floriano's anus. Both body parts pulsed anticipatorily. He gripped just under the glans and pushed it in.

It was easier today, with little in the way of friction burn. He let go and used his hips to push the rest of his shaft in. Goosebumps broke out over the prisoner's skin. Bellino grabbed his thin waist and rocked into him. Soft skin tugged on his penis while the tip squished into wet guts. It was just as warm as before. He loved this.

He took it slow. Floriano's hole turned pliable but sucked on him with each motion. He felt compelled to run his hand over the prisoner's lower back, softening it with the remnants of oil. Their skin suckered together where his shirt rode up. He found himself unbuttoning and pulling it open so he could feel it more, thrusting in as deep as he could to meet the two. He grabbed the prisoner's waist with both hands again. He began to go faster.

I should have done this years ago, he found himself thinking. It was so much better than his hand. He even found himself enjoying the dank, dirty scent of the cell and its occupant. It made him feel powerful--knowing he was dominating someone who had no choice but to comply. It made his body buzz.

He suddenly realized he was about to cum and cursed. He quickly pulled out and his cock throbbed in the air as he willed the sensation to retreat. The buzzing died down and he exhaled heavily while letting his member relax atop Floriano's emaciated ass. After a few seconds, he gripped his penis and lowered it with the intent of continuing. Floriano's anus was puffier from sex and twitched. The sight made his cock twitch too. He wanted to fuck him mercilessly and fill that little hole with his completion. He waited a few more seconds in an attempt to regain any sliver of self control.

This isn't just for fun, he had to remind himself. It's practice. You're building stamina.

He inserted again, more suddenly than intended. Air exited with a small hiss and he grabbed Floriano's waist again. He yanked him backward while thrusting in. It pushed out the last of the trapped air. The resuming thrusts were quieter, just skin on skin.

He tried to focus on drawing things out but the buzzing returned quickly. He didn't have the self control to pull out again and instead buried himself balls deep with a huff. He shot his load up the prisoner's guts.

He took a moment to breathe before pulling out. He hadn't timed it but guessed he'd managed maybe a minute or two longer. When he spread his asshole, it was twitching. It was damp with oil but there was no sign of shit today.

Bellino stood and got dressed. He didn't dare check if Floriano had gotten hard this time due to a slowly building fear that he cared too much. He exited without another word, leaving Floriano with his newly gifted bedding.