Throne of Obedience MxTM

CONTENT WARNINGS:

Non-consensual sexual content/Dubcon

Sexual coercion/manipulation

Graphic violence and blood

BDSM undertones/ownership dynamics

Psychological manipulation

Humiliation/public sexual activity

Power imbalance (PrincexGeneral)

This story contains themes of consensual non-consent (CNC), manipulation, and psychological domination in a fantasy setting. All characters are adults and all sexual activity, while dark in tone, is ultimately consensual within the narrative context.

Anatomy; Aeris lives in a world with rudimentary surgeries and some magics. This means he has had top surgery, but bottom surgery is inaccessible. He has had his world's version of testosterone. When I refer to Aeris' "cock" or any adjacent description, I am referring to an enlarged clit due to the changes made by the testosterone like substance. Cassias is cis and that's all the standard expectation.

Throne of Obedience

To be a prince was to be unseen and unheard. A role Aeris was born into, but wished he could run away from. That was expected of Aeris from his father and the rest of the court. To speak was to be belittled within moments, or corrected on anything and everything. It was always, "Sit up straighter, boy," and "Real men eat with their hands". It didn't matter that he was nearly twenty-five. He would always be seen as too immature, never enough, and the king was more than happy to keep him that way.

That day was one where Aeris needed to remain unseen and unheard yet somehow remain present for when his father needed him for whatever gods awful punchline he wanted to make. The dining hall was filled to the brim with nobles from several houses in the surrounding areas and farther beyond for miles. They chattered among themselves like servants exchanging information on their masters. Aeris thought them all idiots. A bunch of chittering squirrels sharing nothing of value and sewing discourse wherever they went. It was childish. However, he knew better than to speak up or snap back.

In the corner, a small-time magician was throwing about various spells and incantations for the amusement of the rich. The displays were frantic, trying to keep up with the audience's ever-changing whims. A small train of plates moved around the large circular table, levitating and consistently moving at a slow and steady pace to ensure everyone got their share of the copious amounts of food.

At the head of the table sat King Eldrin. Beside him sat Aeris' mother, Queen Tara. King Eldrin was a cruel and cold man with a deep thirst for power. His face bore harsh frown lines and a permanent crinkle from furrowing his brows at everyone. He had a scowl that grew worse when he realized only half his usual guest list had made it to his party. Queen Tara sat quietly, wringing her hands or fussing with her blonde hair.

King Eldrin stood up, hands banging on the table, "Where is everyone?"

The room went quiet. No one knew the answer, but no one had the courage to tell King Eldrin that. Instead, they all bowed their heads like dogs with tucked tails. Aeris shook his head at the display and sipped his wine. He didn't have the answers, but he wouldn't cower without being ordered to do so either.

King Eldrin sighed and snapped at one of his knights who ran across the room with loud clinking. The two whispered a few words before the knight disappeared through the large doors into the hallway. The king sat again, digging back into his food with loud smacks and disgusting grunts of satisfaction with his meal. Aeris averted his gaze, wishing to hold down what food he'd managed to keep in his stomach without his father's disgusting display getting in the way of that.

Aeris thought he saw the golden badge in the shape of a dove with a broken wing on someone's jacket, but that couldn't be right. That was the badge for the rebel forces. He shook his head, doubting his perception, before taking a quick sip of his wine. He sat silently, keeping his head down. He took care not to let his gaze linger on anyone for too long either, knowing that made people pretty upset too. That thought alone forced Aeris to refrain from rolling his eyes at the sheer pretentiousness.

The guard suddenly changed at the door to one Aeris didn't recognize. He thought that particularly odd, taking note of their unfamiliar appearances. He knew his mother and father had not hired a new staff in months. Aeris opened his mouth to speak, a gesture that caught King Eldrin's attention before Aeris even managed to speak a word. Before Aeris could say anything about the new guards, his father spoke up to mock him instead.

With a stupid smirk, the king looked at Aeris and said, "Hopefully you haven't scared them off somehow."

Queen Tara frowned deeply but said nothing. Her eyes simply fell to the floor without another word. Aeris knew his father at least somewhat meant what he was saying, of course. Before he had a moment to dwell on the feeling churning within his stomach there was a series of shouts from just outside the double doors. The knight King Eldrin had sent into the hallways came stumbling back in, blood gushed from his throat and mouth. Some gurgles escaped his lips before he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The room fell silent for only a moment before everyone began screaming and running around like cattle. Aeris tried to stand up and run but was knocked to the floor by a noblewoman with too big of a dress and no intention of watching where she was going. The chaos forced Aeris to scramble underneath the table. He moved quickly sliding beneath where he'd been seated, using the tablecloth as a covering for himself.

Suddenly, a bunch of shouting leather-clad soldiers stormed in, crossbows and swords drawn. Aeris heard everything but saw nothing, that is until the bodies started falling near him. Faces turned up with glossy eyes and gashed torsos. Blood puddled so near him he could taste it in the air. He tried so hard not to make any noises, not to move. People screamed and ran around, trying to escape. Aeris could hear his mother screaming at the top of her lungs begging them not to take her, screaming Aeris name in a shrill voice before one of the soldiers clapped a hand over her mouth and sneered, "Shut the fuck up before I break your jaw."

Aeris could only sit there, hands over his ears, tears in his eyes, and knees against his chest while everyone was slaughtered and his mother was stolen away from him. After what felt like ages, the room around him finally went quiet. Aeris moved slowly, cautiously. He was terrified of running into someone who helped massacre a room full of people. Sure, all of them were awful, but they were still alive. Aeris could never have brought himself so low as to rip away another's life like that. Maybe take prisoners, but not kill, not unless he had to.

Long after the sun had gone down, Aeris steeled himself and climbed out from under the tablecloth. Blood covered the once opulent marble floors. When Aeris saw his father splayed out on the table like a roast pig, he couldn't find it inside himself to care. The king as far too cruel of a man to have earned any sort of mourning from his heir. The only person Aeris cared for was his mother, but she'd been carried away screaming his name in a shrill screech, well she was screaming until she was gagged at least. He wasn't sure what his mom expected him to do. Aeris had not been allowed to learn combat skills due to the King's fear of being overthrown. All Aeris could think to do was try to escape to get some kind of help.

So that's what Aeris tried to do. He moved across the dining hall in near-pitch darkness. There was a hatch on the wall just behind the thrones that led to a patch of grass near some loading docks beneath the castle. What he hadn't anticipated was the pool of blood left behind by a knight whose corpse had been knocked away from where he bled out. Aeris' boot lost traction, sending him crashing to the floor with a groan and a loud *thud*.

The crashing sounds caught the attention of a balding, jagged-toothed rebel with a scar across the bridge of his nose. The bald rebel practically vibrated with excitement when he caught sight of the disheveled and bloodied prince Aeris. Once a beacon of hope, he was now nothing more than a piece of meat ready to be butchered for entertainment. The bald rebel's footsteps echoed through the room, accompanied by the small jingle of chains and spurs with each stomp towards Aeris. A cruel smile was painted across his face. His steps ate up the distance between the two men within moments.

Aeris tried to scramble away only to slip and fall in the pool of slick blood beneath him. The gore alone was too much, but knowing this was someone's very life essence forced dry heaves from the prince's body. He shuddered when tears began to fall. A deep animalistic cry ripped its way from his throat. He wasn't ready to die.

"Please, no!" Aeris shouted, throwing his hands up in front of his face.

The rebel grabbed a fist full of Aeris hair all the while laughing cruelly in his face like this was some kind of joke. He stood abruptly and began to walk towards the gardens all the while dragging Aeris behind him by the roots. Aeris thrashed back and forth, shouting profanities and curses at the man, but very movement sent shockwaves of pain searing through him from his scalp outwards.

Outside is where all the rebels had gathered to meet after completing their assigned tasks. The bald rebel approached the large fountain at the center. The commotion the two were causing quickly drew everyone's attention without any words needing to be said. The rebel threw Aeris into the fountain with a deep, full-bellied laugh. Aeris got to his knees and tried to stand up, but the bald rebel grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him into the water face-first. He held Aeris there until there were lights flashing behind his eyelids and his lungs burned. Just as he was about to inhale a large gulp of water, the rebel allowed him up. Each breath of air was sweeter than the finest treats known to mankind.

"Awe look at you, a drowned rat. At least you'll make a cute corpse, well until you bloat." The man sneered before yanking the prince by the hair from his knees to his butt in the fountain. The harsh yank tore a scream of pain and terror from Aeris' throat. Between the growing headache and the harsh slam of his tailbone onto the concrete, he felt like his body could break at any moment.

"Please, stop! I didn't do anything! I couldn't! My father hated me!" Aeris tried to reason.

His cries fell on uncaring ears. If anything, all the pleas did was attract the cruelest rebels to come and view the spectacle. Several gathered around to watch the former prince's public debasement. Their cheers egged the bald rebel on, making his actions more violent.

"Want to see a show, fellas?!" The rebel cackled like a madman.

The small crowd of spectators cheered. Aeris tried so hard to stop it, but his strength was no match for this guy. The rebel flipped Aeris around in the fountain with one hand while yanking his own pants down with the other. Aeris yelped and silently begged whatever god was listening to, please stop this.

Just as the rebel was about to rip Aeris' pants down, it was if his prayers had been answered, a deep voice spoke up from behind the crowd, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ryder?!"

The new man was tall with black hair dotted in silver streaks. He had a well maintained salt and pepper beard that reached down to where his neck met his chest. Various tattoos decorated his sun tanned skin, just barely peeking out of his clothing. He was wearing dark leathers made for sneaking about and backstabbing those who least expected it, but he carried himself like a warrior not a rogue.

"General Cassias," Ryder dropped Aeris into the fountain and stepped back until he was standing on dry ground, "you said-"

General Cassias approached with a wide, purposeful gait, "I said kill the king and kidnap the queen. At no point did I tell you to rape the prince."

Cassias reached Aeris and grabbed him by his arm, hoisting the smaller man to his feet. Aeris trembled with fear and from the cool breeze brushing against his damp skin. His light brown wavey hair was plastered to his head. It covered his soft blue eyes and pale, freckled face. Cassias' gaze fell to several bruises littering the exposed skin on Aeris' neck, chest, face, and arms. These bruises were older, before the raid, from the last time that Aeris was used as a punching bag. It was a good way to keep him in submission. Adulthood had granted him enough strength that his father had to make sure he didn't also get the courage to go along with it.

"He hurt you too." It wasn't a question. It was a statement, a statement that Aeris was too ashamed to answer and too bad at lying to deny. No words needed to be spoken, though. Cassias was an intelligent man, and Aeris was an open book with every emotion played out across his face at any given moment.

Without a word, Cassias threw Aeris over his shoulder and turned towards the other rebels, "This is mine now. Don't touch him."

The rebels murmured among themselves in confusion, but this was their general. Not a single one of them wanted to be the first person to openly question this man. Of course Cassias heard a few of the comments thought to be quiet enough. He didn't care, though, not when the prince has always been such a sweet treat no one was allowed to sink their teeth into.

"I thought we were meant to just take the queen?" One man whispered.

"Hush. General Cassias knows what he is doing." A woman replied.

As Cassias walked to his horse, he moved Aeris from being swung over his shoulder to holding him bridal style. He leaned closer to Aeris and whispered, "You're doing so well. Don't listen to them, okay? Just keep quiet and do whatever I say."

The command made Aeris uncomfortable. It somehow felt comforting and threatening. Like Cassias was promising reward and punishment all in one breath. It left a bad taste the younger man's mouth.

Cassias rode a tan warhorse named Hay for no reason other than lack of creativity and the fact she is the same color as hay. When they arrived at the spot Hay was tied to, Cassias helped Aeris onto the horse's saddle with gentle, steady hands, even as his mind was filled with depraved thoughts of Aeris spread out beneath him, begging for something, anything, it didn't really matter if it was pleasure, pain, or desperation. He shook his head and climbed on the saddle behind Aeris. One arm wrapped around Aeris' waist and held him close while the other hand held the reigns.

"You're doing so good." Cassias breathed.

Aeris blushed deeply. So many conflicting emotions were running through his mind at once. His father just died. His mother was just kidnapped. He was humiliated and almost raped right in front of all the rebels who'd stormed the castle and caused the very chaos. Yet, there was this big, strong man holding him, reassuring him. Large, thick legs wrapped around his smaller ones and the man's chest engulfed his back. He was everything Aeris wasn't allowed to pursue as a prince. Suddenly, this fantasy man was practically dry humping Aeris with every movement of the beast bellow them.

As night fell, more and more rebels arrived until all the survivors of the raid made it back to their designated areas. One of the rebels gave Cassias a detailed list of who didn't make it and their suspected causes of death. The list was short, incredibly short, and the deaths seemed to be things that only happened from knights pushing back against the raids. Cassias gave a soft nod, dismissing the rebel who was giving the report to return to their station.

With the battle over and the spoils gathered, everyone packed up their horses and set out on the road towards the rebel base. Aeris sat atop the horse listening to the kingdom he once called home fall into the background, now broken and ruined. He always knew this day was coming, but not so soon. He had hoped to have lived a little more before everything fell apart around him.

Cassias watched Aeris with a dark expression. He drank in the defeated expression plastered across Aeris' face. He tried to mask the satisfied feeling bubbling in his chest so it didn't show on the outside. Cassias had won. Not only had he won, but he had a trophy to take home for his efforts.

"You did good today, little prince." Cassias says softly, "Most men would be a blubbering mess by now."

Aeris felt an unfamiliar warmth in his belly at the compliment, "Uhm, thanks, I think." He managed despite the goosebumps lining his arms and spine.

"I'm serious. You lost everything, little prince, but here you are. You're doing so well." Cassias had one hand on the reigns and the other caressing Aeris' side and stomach.

Aeris looked down at the hand with the fingers splayed out across his abdomen, "This doesn't feel like an appropriate time for this." he grunted.

Cassias chuckled and pressed his nose into the prince's now mostly dry hair, "Come on little prince, let me dote on you. I'm sure you're not used to an older man treating you with kindness."

Aeris didn't want this, but at the same time it felt kind of nice. He was terrified, and this man was offering comfort, but he probably also planned all of this. Aeris felt his stomach lurch and a sickening feeling growing inside him. He should have hated that man on sight. He should have wanted him to die. Part of him did. Another part of him was screaming that it felt good to finally be spoken to like a person with needs and emotions. That is why he couldn't stop the blush that quickly formed on his cheeks from the attention.

"Awe, would you look at that, little prince, you're melting."

Aeris was so embarrassed he could have fallen off the horse and died right there. The acknowledgement seemed to only make the arousal worse.

"Don't be embarrassed." Cassias breathed, "I'm so proud of you."

"This really does feel wrong. I want to stop."

Cassias' fingers dug into Aeris' stomach, "No, you don't want to stop little prince. Don't lie to me like that." His voice came out somewhere between soft and stern, a mix that felt almost like a caretaker scolding a youth.

Aeris muttered a soft, "I'm sorry." despite not actually meaning it. Aeris was scared and Cassias' presence seemed to command obedience from everyone around him.

"Good boy."

Cassias' hand drifted to Aeris' thigh, stroking the inside gently. Aeris' breath hitched. No one had ever dared get this close to the prince, it was a scandal, but Aeris wasn't the prince anymore. Cassias was in charge now.

Aeris looked away, feeling uncomfortable with the attention at first. It was terrifying and made his skin crawl. He shifted a little. "Plea-" Aeris began, but he stopped himself.

"Please what?" Cassias asked softly.

*Please stop* he thought before he said "Please be gentle."

"Of course, my dear."

The fear melted slowly. Each touch made Aeris feel more relaxed, more taken care of. His perceptions seeming to shift from fear to something he was almost afraid to acknowledge. Aeris couldn't help the arousal growing between his legs. His underwear was getting wet, and his stomach fluttered. He could feel his cock beginning to throb with the need for touch. Even his mouth watered, wanting to taste someone else's presence. Maybe Cassias meant better. Maybe he was just trying to help. King Eldrin was awful, after all.

This wasn't what he thought he wanted, but, holy fuck, it felt amazing to feel a hand that wasn't his so close to the most intimate place. All he could do was sit there and let the rebel general have his way with his body. Every movement had his body screaming for more attention until his hips were trying to thrust instinctually.

Cassias noticed the way Aeris had started to grind into the saddle. He arched an eyebrow when he noticed there was no erection despite the slutty grinding and soft whimpers escaping the man in front of him. He'd heard rumors, rumors that the stolen princess was actually just the prince, that he'd changed at a tender young age without telling a soul.

Curiosity and arousal pushed Cassias forward. He continuously brushed his fingers against the prince's pubic area, testing the boundaries. When the prince, too lost in this newfound lust, didn't push back, Cassias kept doing it. A few soft whines of need encouraged him to push Aeris further.

"How interesting. Are you enjoying this, pet?" Cassias cooed into Aeris' ear.

Aeris tried to form words, but it all came out as a soft whimper instead. Even as he tried to deny it, his body was reacting to the positive attention he'd been deprived of his entire life.

Cassias slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Aeris' trousers. "I could help you, take care of you. You've had such a long day. You deserve to take a break,

to relax."

A noise somewhere between a whine and a scoff came from Aeris, almost like he was going to deny wanting it. Part of him was still just barely clinging to reputation and appearances.

Cassias tsked softly, "Remember what I said? Don't lie to me, pet. I know a good boy like you wants a big strong man to take care of him."

Aeris blushed deeply, "Please do not speak to me as if I were a dog."

"No." Cassias said flatly, "I can tell you're enjoying it. I want you to enjoy yourself."

Without warning, Cassias dipped his hand inside Aeris pants and ran his finger along Aeris' hardness. Aeris groaned and arched into Cassias' touch. It was too good not to. Aeris felt so ashamed of his natural reactions. It made him feel weak.

"There it is," Cassias said softly, brushing a lock of hair from Aeris' face. "You're starting to understand, aren't you? How much easier it is when someone else takes charge."

Aeris knew that logically he should tell Cassias not to do this, tell him this was wrong, that he just watched his father die and kingdom fall, but he didn't want to. Even if he had wanted to, he knew that fighting back was pointless. There were rebels all around them ready to put him in his place if he somehow managed to get away from Cassias. It felt nice to be spoken to so softly, anyway. Each touch only made him feel desperate for more, more attention, more touching, just more. Even as goosebumps rose across his flesh and tears rimmed his eyes threatening to spill over.

"I knew you wanted me to touch you." Cassias explored Aeris down there, letting his fingers find the wet hole just beneath, "The rumors were true then? You're female."

"Don't tell anyone!" Aeris snipped.

Cassias shushed him softly, "I won't. Just tell me what does and doesn't feel good, okay?"

Cassias continued his caressing movements, savoring the feeling of the thick little nub between Aeris' legs. It was cute, like a little dick for him to tease, stroke, and flick around. Aeris reacted so much more than any man Cassias has touched before. It made him ache to be inside Aeris. It didn't matter which hole, he just needed somewhere warm to sink his cock into this cute, traumatized man. He pressed forward, grinding his growing hardness against Aeris' back. Aeris tilted his head back and groaned.

"You're being too loud." Cassias chuckled.

It was too late, though. Several Rebels had already noticed. It started as just a few whispers, but those first few whispers traveled through the pack quickly. Before long everyone knew that the general was having his way with the fallen prince as he led them back to their base. Aeris knew he should have felt ashamed, but all he could muster was pure arousal and need. His body thrummed with it. His underwear was soaked through, and his cock ached against Cassias' fingers.

Cassias moved his fingers in soft circles around Aeris throbbing arousal, making his thighs twitch and hips buck into each movement, "Please, it's so sensitive. I don't know if I can do this. I'm still really overwhelmed."

"Shh, it's okay, you can take it. You're already doing so well. Do you feel how soaked you are? I bet even the saddle is wet."

"I shouldn't-" but even as the words left Aeris mouth, he knew he did not mean it.

Cassias stifled a chuckle by smoothing it over with a warm tone, "Hush now, just enjoy it."

Each stroke of Cassias' fingers against Aeris cock sent him closer to an orgasm that Aeris wasn't even sure he could handle. He'd only ever touched himself before. It never felt this intense when he was alone, though. The general was determined to make his new toy cum whether he was truly ready or not. At some point, Aeris had started wanting this so bad he was falling apart for it. He wanted to cum on the fingers stroking his tiny dick.

Aeris' thighs tensed and his back arched, "Oh, oh, that's it!" he whimpered loud enough to catch the eye of a few other rebels who hadn't figured it out yet. It didn't matter to Aeris if anyone was looking anymore. All that mattered was the overwhelming need building inside him.

Cassias' eyes lit up with twisted lust. He enjoyed the way Aeris melted for him with just a little prodding. He was such a compliant little thing, most likely from the way his father treated him. He came pre-broken down. Now, all he needed was a little shaping to be the perfect "partner".

Aeris slapped his hands over his mouth trying to stifle the sharp cries and pants that were coming in faster and faster now. More rebels were staring. It was so fucking hot. He could feel their eyes on him. Aeris' head was spinning and Cassias was soaking in every moment, savoring the humiliation he'd given Aeris alongside so much pleasure.

"Good boy, go on. Finish for me, little prince. I want everyone here to know how well you behaved for me." Cassias cooed.

Aeris couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much. His orgasm came in waves starting from the core and crashing out. He became so sensitive that Cassias' fingers felt like pins and needles against his sensitive flesh. Aeris cried out loud enough that almost all the rebels heard it. That ones who didn't hear it heard everyone else hooting and cheering them on "Fuck! I'm cumming so hard! Please, don't stop!" His voice cracked several times, raising higher than normal as he hit the peak of his climax. When it ended, Aeris could barely able to hold himself up. He leaned back into Cassias, relaxing into the larger man's touch. Slowly, his breathing returned back to normal and his head stopped pounding.

"That's it, little prince. Relax into me, darling. You did a good job, and now everyone knows you're all mine." Cassias kissed Aeris on the head. He enjoyed the scent of his new pet all over his fingers. He couldn't wait to see what else he could make Aeris do.

Aeris felt strange. His head was fuzzy and he couldn't really focus on anything. His mind was in a whirlwind, trying to find purchase on any thought that made sense. Nothing about today made sense though. Trying to think about it too much just made him feel numb inside, so he stopped thinking about it.

Aeris kind of liked the idea of cumming in this big scary man's hand like a common slut. It made his pulse raise and his cheeks burn red. It was a nice feeling to be wanted and left satisfied. He'd gotten far too used to being used by his father as nothing but a human shield.

Cassias, on the other hand, enjoyed reducing former royalty to a mess in his arms. It helped boost morale probably, or something like that. He was sure of it. Plus, Aeris looked pretty cute when he was tired and spent like that.

The slow back and forth of Hay walking combined with the large man whose big hairy arms and a broad warm chest managed to lull Aeris into a somewhat restful sleep despite everything. He couldn't help himself. It was one of the most eventful and confusing days and his entire existence. Cassias was there, even in his dreams, telling him to be a good boy.