Ah, the young proud prince, quite finely built and endowed, though easily swayed with flattery, his ego cleverly beguiled...

 

 

 

He is taken on his own throne by a daring, and well-hung lusty guard... who has further plans, executed little by little.

 

 

 

 

Pretending he is merely giving his sovereign his deserved, worshipful obeisance, he slyly ingrates himself, more and more often, until the young man craves his company beyond regularly.

 

 

Allowing him at times to be the dominant one, which definitely strokes his ego… carefully, more and more.  After all, he is “the prince” of the realm!  Must be surreptitiously lured deeper and deeper into his fatal snare….  His addiction to his guard more than becoming stronger and stronger, the joy they give each other.

 

 

The prince now more than susceptible, being carefully worked and lured into a more and more complex union, becomes gradually quite submissive, until he is made totally evermore subservient sexually and personally to his so trusted, adeptly skilled paramour.

 

 

The prince himself, quite well-equipped, and an adept man-pleaser.   Even to his guard, who is carefully luring him deeper and deeper into an unexpected captivity -- eventually to be caught by his own great cock and ego, his ever addiction to sex and his hyper-sexuality.

 

Indeed, draining the royal seed more and more frequently...

 

 

 

The young, lusty prince having found a more than willing partner... who adores the bounty of his seed, continually.   Almost none before who could completely throat him as well.  Captivating him endlessly....

 

 

 

Until at last, the youthful proud sovereign... finds his paramour has cleverly turned the tables.  The so adept, skillful guard has now mastered his Master... into an unexpected, inescapable servitude.

 

 

Alas, sweet prince – aren’t you the damned, dumb fool!  Overcome and overruled by your own magnificence! Abundance of your forever craving to be released seed, even several times a day.  Caught and depowered by your own wondrous cock, how I played you.  This is your new home.  Scream for mercy, no one will hear you… now lodged in your own soundproof dungeon!  My boy, my joy – when and as often as I please.  Taking your kingdom from you.  Will assume your rule, your duties.  And no one will contest my reign… having simply deposed of the great prince, as being the stronger, more clever adversary.  And have removed you from sight and power… so easily.

 

 

 

 

As the stupefied royal sags and rolls his head, in complete disbelief.  Wailing for mercy, for release.  Pleads desperately.

 

Struggles valiantly, his finely developed muscles and strength, captive -- to no avail. Trembles, astonished.

 

 

The broken prince, now being well-used by his once former cadre of guardsmen, in continual service… no longer protesting, but dulled into a hapless, utilitarian object for their endless pleasure.  Who had thought him indeed far too narcissistic and self-satisfied to rule, now humbled in submission to them.

 

 

So much the same fate as the beguiled and great Superman, thought to be invincible. But caught and played right, fatally lured into an unexpected situation, and by the witch doctor's magic, fell quicker and heavier than an earthquake, made captive by his own wondrous assets.  Into an inescapable doom and mindless servitude.

 

 

 

The handsome, blond-built beauty gapes at him.  Eyes wide with shock, and stunned realization... he has fallen.  Has been cleverly lured to his doom.  Usurped by the one he trusted, who deviously stole his heart and seed.

 

 

-- will eventually be dethroned by the more dominant other.  Installed in his own cell, for continued use by the future ruling king who has managed to thus take the kingdom from him with little trouble.

Having accomplished his goal, relaxing on the throne he has attained… 

Looking a little dazed, indeed.  His wine carefully spiked -- his third, cleverly well-worked shot of the day…

 

 

The captain of the guard ever savoring the rich essences of his former prince, now his prolific supplier of his ability to gain even greater strength, harvested from his royal captive, continually… completely gooned out in the dungeon below, his magnificent seed-cow, ever moaning still in mindless oblivion.

 

 

Unwittingly unaware he now has become addicted to the potent hormones of his former lover, whose taste and need of which he cannot do without, and craves as urgently as wine to keep himself alive – has become a helpless captive to his own captive from which he must still feed… or expire.