A Night Of Torture
by BarefootDad

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Prince Lucris surveyed his army’s camp and fortifications as the last rays of the setting sun-tinged the western clouds with pink-orange and violet. All was ready for the morrow’s battle. His ten thousand battle-hardened soldiers were ready to avenge their fallen brothers. His scouts had reported that they faced only eight thousands of the enemy. His generals and commanders were confident. Spirits ran high that tomorrow would see the defeat of King Alano’s minions.

How long had these battles raged? Three generations now; and no one could remember their beginning. An ancient border dispute in the province of Antwar had escalated to a full-scale war which had consumed thousands of young lives in his land of Murnia.. Untold years of hatred and devastation had oozed their poisons into the minds and souls of his people. Detested Rogia and its despised and feared King Alano would pay dearly!

The young prince was nearing his 26th birthday. To return to the capital of Murova in triumph to celebrate his natal day and victory with dancing and feasting would crown his young life’s achievement. Strong, handsome and slender, of average height, the young prince had lived and trained for this coming day.

All of his young life he had been a soldier. From boyhood on he had trained with sword, lance and bow. He had always been the darling of the soldiers, lived with them in camp, training, fighting, sharing their hardships and life. A virgin still, he had no time for girls and the giddy, soft pleasures of the palace.

He was a soldier, a natural leader of men. He thought of the father he never knew, felled by a Rogian arrow when he was only an infant. His queen-mother had ruled as regent until he was of age. Now nearly ten years of his excellent rule were culminating in this near certainty of tomorrow’s triumph.

His sad reverie was broken by the distant beating of hooves. In the deep twilight a strong scouting party of cavalry was returning. Cheers erupted as they rode down the long avenue between the tents and campfires.

The riders pulled to a halt before him. “Hail, Prince! We bring your Highness a gift,” the captain shouted as he unseated the rider next to him into the dust at Prince Lucris’ feet. The man was arrayed in splendid gold-etched armor. His wrists were tightly bound, but he managed to get to his feet.

Pulling the captive’s plumed, gem-studded helmet from his head and dropping it in the dirt the captain proclaimed, “ We give you King Alano, Sire! Captured him scouting our left flank, but his escort escaped.”

Prince Lucris stared at the man in amazement. My nemesis! No horns or cloven hooves of a demon did he see, but a middle-aged, tall, clean-shaven, solidly built, handsome man calmly gazing back. His blue eyes betrayed no fear or panic, but serenely appraised the young prince from the top of his helmeted head to the toes of his leather boots.

“Take him, drag him to the inner chamber of my tent,” the Prince screamed to hide his own discomfort at the prisoner’s serenity. “Strip him and stretch him naked between the four main tent poles. Bring the blacksmith’s and farrier’s tools and irons and a brazier of hot coals. He shall die slowly in excruciating agony. His screams shall echo through his own camp and rob his men of their courage. I shall delight in torturing this hated devil to death myself through this long night of his Hell, and in the morning we shall attack and destroy his army with their king’s head high on a spear point before us. Thank you and your brave men for this superb gift. You all shall be rewarded !”

King Alano tried to still his nagging fear as he raised his head to survey the kingdom of his spread nude limbs and hairy torso in the dim torchlight. At least his back, shoulders and head were supported by a thick, wide square of bull hide, chained at four corners. His wrists and ankles were securely buckled in strong leather cuffs affixed to the chains which spread him wide.

The late March evening was warm; I shall not be chilled, he thought. Then he shivered as he saw a glowing bed of coals with reddening irons and tongs imbedded in it, glowing fiercely. I fear I may become a bit too warmed... he couldn’t help wryly thinking. A small table next to his feet held an array of pincers, pliers, knives, sharp-pointed awls and tools.

He cringed. I have lived a long and good life and at least my sweet queen is not alive to grieve over my death and its gruesome manner. My noble, fine son will carry on my kingdom and name. Thinking of his son he fought a tear, a pang of sorrow that he would never again see or embrace him. Almost the same age as this monster who will slowly murder me; a shame that they could not be friends and rule as brothers in peace and prosperity. My end is coming.... let it be done and quickly.... though I fear I must summon all of my bravery and endure many long horrors before I find rest in death.

In the adjoining main room Prince Lucris was gleeful with anticipation. Having doffed his armor and soldier’s garb , he was barefoot in only a dark, hooded robe. Vengeance, sweet vengeance at last, he thought. It is now mine! Oh how the evil whore’s son will scream and writhe as I crush each finger and toe and cut and burn and skin him all over his hateful body. Then castration and a hot iron up his rectum as he dances the slow dance of death. Then beheading with my father’s sword. Oh, I detest him so! My mother will be so proud of me, but then the image of that dear woman made him halt such gruesome thoughts. Mind reeling in confusion, he sat heavily and poured another goblet of wine. Gulping it down, he felt its power give him courage for the long night’s work. Rising unsteadily, his brain churned with renewed hatred. He grabbed a map pointer stick, his riding crop and a thin whip, raised his hood to shadow his flushed face, parted the inner chamber’s curtain, and entered silently.

King Alano was resting, eyes closed, he awaited his fate peacefully and did not hear the entrance. Prince Lucris stood for many long moments staring at his victim. The torches flickered, bathing the naked man in soft golden light and shadow. Strong limbs and furry torso held his gaze. So helpless before me he thought. No hooves, but wide, well-shaped feet, soft looking soles and fine toes were closest to the prince.

His fury still raging, he spat between clinched teeth, “I am here, dog!”, as he struck a smooth sole vigorously with his riding crop. He heard the sharp whack, saw the man’s whole body jerk and tense and heard a moan of pain. He hit the foot over and over, then the other sole and watched the man writhe in agony. He stopped suddenly, anger subsiding as he became aware that his manhood was erect. What? Why? A twinge of confusion assailed his fevered mind. He stood next to the stretched tortured man, tweaked his nipples and saw with satisfaction his fair face contort.

“You will die so slowly, my king,” he hissed. “Then do it, get it over with, cruel fiend, and let me die,” Alano spat back, “But spare me your whelp’s taunts, for you aren’t fit to kiss my royal arse, boy!” Enraged, Lucris threw back his hood, put his face close to the older man’s and said quietly, “Then kiss it I will!” He spat in his hand and rubbed his still hotly engorged member wet as he took position between the prisoner’s spread legs. Shoving his hardness violently in the man’s so vulnerable rectum he felt the man shake and struggle, heave and twist as he moaned in agony. Driving deep in the yielding hole he beat the map pointer stick hard repeatedly against the man’s flexing bare soles. Choking sobs and fierce sucking breaths escaped his captive’s lips as the young prince deliciously neared climax.

Dropping the stick he grabbed small pliers from the table and pinched the man’s erect hard nipples, making him struggle in pain. Still thrusting vigorously and violently, he applied the pliers to each wiggling toe and squeezed hard as he felt his enemy jerk and heave. The man emitted a stifled scream as the prince exploded in creamy spurting ecstasy deep in his insides. Eyes closed, he felt his gushing hardness squeezed by the undulating man’s inner muscles. Opening them, all was silent but for their panting breaths. Their eyes met. The king’s hurt look made the young prince look away. He felt the flush of shame burning.

Expecting to see blood, King Alano surveyed his chest and toes. There was none. Surprised, he viewed his member fully erect, clear drops of fluid coursing down it. The prince turned back towards his victim and also saw it. He stared in mutual surprise, intrigued and fascinated. He had seen many naked men before, in camp and bathing, but never like this. Standing there between the spread legs his hands touched the toes and soles he had just tortured.

They were warm, soft, smooth and blessedly, bloodless. In spite of his rage he felt relief as his fingertips played over the attractive, alluring bare feet. Alano involuntarily moaned and realized his tortured, highly sensitive feet were being fondled and caressed. Fascinated, he heard the prince’s labored breathing as the young man stroked his feet, watching his toes and soles flex sinuously as if in a trance. He knelt and kissed each toe. Then a warm, soft wet tongue ventured from dry lips and tasted each toe. Bewitched by these captive feet he slurped and sucked up and down the soles, in and out between the toes like a man possessed.

He couldn’t stop. It was wonderful. His rage left him, subsiding into a comfort, a calm peace as he fed on these splendid feet, one after another, back and forth from right foot to left. He opened his eyes as he feasted and saw the king’s throbbing erection beckoning. As if in a bewitched dream his hand touched it, warm and wet. Grasping it, he slowly stroked it, felt its firmness and pulsing hardness. Never before had he felt such a wonder, though he knew somehow instinctively this delicious arousal was right and his true inner nature. He pulled over a small stool and sat adoring, fondling and stroking this newfound wonder as he heard his man moan and strain in taut ecstasy.

His lips found the wet glans and tasted of the male liquid, kissed and licked as his mouth engulfed the surging engine. His mouth bobbed up and down as his ardor raged. He had never before done this, but he knew exactly what to do. Slick, wet hand and dewy mouth worked together as his captive undulated and thrust in ecstatic wonderment. The prince never wanted this joyous celebration of manhood to end, but he felt his king bucking frantically.

He heard a low moan rise to a bellow as his captive lurched and his erection exploded. Warm pulsing jets erupted on his tongue and throat and he felt as if time slowed as he marveled at each spurt. Soon the flow stilled and his head rose as he savored and swallowed the flood. He opened his eyes and grinned at his man staring back peacefully. King Alano smiled benignly in the delighted awe of wonder.

Shame engulfed the young man, embarrassment at what he had done. He knew he would be ruined if this man were allowed to speak of it. He looked distressed, deeply pained. My beautiful young prince, what is bothering you so?” he asked sweetly. “I am a failure, I could not torture you severely, it is not my nature. I am not a cruel monster,” his agonized reply. “ I know that you are not, for I have followed your life from birth. My spies told of you as a good and noble spirited boy, and now a fine man,” Alano soothed. “But now I must kill you, lest you talk of this,” the prince grieved. Alano laughed, “No, you need not, perhaps you can cut out my tongue to silence me. Oh, but then you must cut off my hands also that I may not write of it.” “ Don’t tease and mock me, king,” Lucris was hurting terribly. “ Dear, dear, Lucris, there is another way.

Free my right hand that I may offer it to you in friendship and peace, and by it give my sacred oath that I shall never betray a word of what has happened here this night. Thus I swear,” Alano’s face was serious and solemn. Unbuckling the right cuff, Lucris reached over to the left. The king’s freed right hand grasped the prince’s neck. Fearing treacherous violence, Lucris tried to pull back but Alano’s strength was too great. Raising his head, his lips found those of the young man and he kissed him tenderly. Lucris yielded and they kissed fervently, deeply, tongues probing gently.

Eyes sparkling and mild, they at last parted lips. “Now please free my battered feet so I may try to stand,” the king said. The prince complied and helped the man up, worried he had damaged those adored appendages. “ I’m fine,” Alano stated as he led the younger over to a narrow bed against the wall. He turned him by the shoulders gently and opened his robe and let it drop.

The prince’s young body was beautiful and strong as the king caressed the youthful flesh. “Sit, my prince, and let me show you how much I feel for you too,” Alano purred. The king knelt on the rush mats before his prince and took each boyish smaller foot in a hand. He kissed each toe and started licking, sucking mouthfuls of toes, tonguing between each. Lucris groaned as the king devoured his feet and was instantly erect again. Slurping the soft, sensitive soles he nibbled and felt his man squirm. Hands and tongue coursing up tense muscular legs his lips and swirling tongue found the young downy testicles.

Lucris moaned in delight, panting. Alano’s face was inches from his throbbing manhood. He smiled, and said, “My wonderful Prince Lucris, thus I swear eternal friendship and devotion to you. May, from this magical night on, our two lands also enjoy peace, friendship, trust and mutual prosperity forever. Thus I, Alano, King of Rogia, do swear, on my sacred oath, honor and life, and now seal it with this.” He then kissed and licked the surging shaft, and tongue swirling, descended on the young erection. Pulling up each smooth foot, he fondled the prince’s soles and toes as he sucked slowly up and down, savoring the younger’s soft moans and copious pre-climax fluids.

Prince Lucris’ taut body vibrated as deep groans emitted from his throat. Soon the king was rewarded with seemingly endless creamy thick gushes of youthful male essence. As the flood subsided Alano felt his darling’s body twitch satedly; he slowly swallowed and kissed the youth and shared the last sweet drops. Lucris embraced his lover and they lay close and warm, entwined.

“Sire, SIRE, please come out. There is grim news from the capital,” their restful reverie was

shattered by the guard’s urgent pleas. Rising and robing his nakedness, Prince Lucris went into the outer chamber. He shortly returned, shaking, his healthy ruddy soldier’s face ashen with distress. He sat heavily next to his nude king. “What is the matter, dear Prince?” Alano inquired .

“Rebellion, treason, treachery!! Duke Vipero and three barons have seized my palace and capital,” his despairing reply.

“They have connived to overthrow me and spread rumors of my imminent defeat and ruin at your hands, my king. Yet, at first light we were prepared to attack as soon as the fog lifts and overwhelm your smaller force,” he said dejectedly.

“Now they move against me, for my courier from the capital said he had to avoid large cavalry forces moving in my rear. Advise me, friend. What shall I do?” he pleaded in great anguish.

“Prince, the cavalry are mine, 2000 strong. My eight thousands before you are to hold your advance in check until the 5000 men I have encircling your right and 5000 more on your left can fall like an avalanche on your flanks and rear. I have set a cunning trap and the 2000 troopers are to mop up any who try to flee out of the bottleneck. Now we must hurry. What is the hour?” Alano asked, pacing like a lion.

“ An hour before dawn, “ Lucris replied dejectedly, his face full of worry and the terror of betrayal. Rising to his full regal height, King Alano came alive with command, even while denuded.

Lucris couldn’t help but smile at his bare-arsed noble lord. “ Have my clothes, armor and horse brought at once, dear Prince, we must stop our attacks at all costs. Then united we march on Murova and save your principality and throne, for my twenty thousands and your ten thousands together shall be truly invincible,” King Alano ordered with fire and vigor. Prince Lucris gave the commands to his waiting guards in the outer room. As they both dressed and helped each other into armor they kissed and embraced.

Together they emerged into the camp. Throngs of men cheered as they stood arm in arm and announced their alliance and pledge of peace. Fast riders were sent with flags of truce to halt the attacks on all sides. Alano rode out into the lifting fog as the first rays of dawn graced the land between the two armies. He hailed his generals by name. All rushed to meet him. Orders were given and all of his attacks were canceled. Peace at last was hailed on all sides by the men. Waves of cheers erupted as the two merged armies were mobilized. Side by side Alano and Lucris rode at the head of their warriors to crush the rebellion.

On the steps of the palace later that beautiful Spring day, King Alano and Prince Lucris pledged their faith, trust and eternal peace and friendship before the Queen Mother and all the people. The rebels had fled into exile. Their lands and possessions were distributed to the soldiers. Alano and Lucris built a small palace in the disputed province of Antwar. They worked diligently to restore the land’s prosperity and fruitfulness. They lived together for many years in peace and deep affection as friends and lovers. Alano had the contraption upon which he was bound in the tent moved to their home.

It became their favorite plaything, but he always insisted that sweet oil or grease be available before they played “sheath the dagger in the captive”.