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His Royal Highness, Prince Philip, heir to the throne, that’s who he was. Who he used to be. Now the prince stood in a dungeon, his naked body against the wall, arms manacled above his head and a rag tied around his mouth…
He’d agreed to meet the mysterious woman from the forest at her cottage, but this wasn’t what he’d been expecting. A chaste kiss with a beautiful woman. Not to be pounced upon by a cacophony of strange beasts. The creatures had climbed over his body, tying ropes around him and gagging him tightly. The prince had tried to fight off the creatures but for every one he pushed away, two more climbed his muscular body. From the shadows came the sorceress Maleficent, known throughout the lands as the Mistress of Evil. The dark fairy had taken the prince to her castle in the Forbidden Mountains, where he now stayed in her dungeon.
Upon arriving at her castle, Maleficent had stripped the prince of his possessions and banished him to her dungeon. Now Philip stood, manacles on his wrists and ankles, while his entire naked body stayed exposed. The prince's body was lean, but defined, with muscles that would make any common man envious. Philip’s body hair was well maintained and finely groomed, with only the finest smattering of body hair in the pits of his arms and a hairless torso that shimmered with sweat. A set of clean shaven balls sat at the base of a well endowed member, currently soft but still a sight to behold. The prince’s ass was slim, but undoubtedly firm.
Philip writhed in his chains, trying fruitlessly to escape his bonds, his muffled cries echoing in the empty dungeon. The quiet was broken when a heavy lock clicked, and moving like a shadow on a wall, Maleficent stalked in. The dark fairy placed a single finger on Philips chin and held his face up to her.
“Hello, your highness,” she sneered, “I hope you’re enjoying your stay here, I do pride myself on being an excellent hostess.”
“Mmmphckmmm!” The prince attempted to yell, only managing to let out a faint trail of saliva from his mouth that trailed down his chin and dripped onto his naked body.
“Yes… Quite.” Maleficent chuckled, pretending the man had made any sense, “I’m terribly sorry but I simply cannot allow you to leave I’m afraid. Your escape would be most unfortunate as it would interfere with all of my plans.” Philip began to struggle again, “But don’t worry dear, I would never leave you alone, that would be so rude. I’ve made sure my faithful servants are aware of your current… Predicament… And they’re on their way now.”
Philip froze and his blood ran cold. Those creatures of hers were on their way here. He had to get out. Quickly.
“I shall leave you in peace, dear prince, but before I do, I have a gift for you.”
The prince had heard tales of Maleficents ‘gifts’ and the harm they caused, and his body tensed as the woman reached a single finger down, hovering lightly over his limp cock. Maleficent traced a circle in the air and the prince moaned as his cock swiftly hardened, growing in size and slapping lightly against him. The prince then let out a muffled scream as green flames circled the base of his cock, which the prince realised very quickly did not burn, but instead they faded, leaving only a black ring around the base of his cock and balls, a faint green glow emanating from the jewellery. The prince looked up at Maleficent in confusion.
“For as long as I live now dear prince… You will be incapable of achieving true bliss.”
Philip processed what she’d said and it quickly dawned on him what she meant. That bitch was going to stop him from orgasming. Several footsteps thundered down the hallway and Maleficent lazily turned away.
“It sounds as if my minions are here darling prince. I do hope you can keep them entertained…”
Philip watched as Maleficent left the dungeon, thrashing against his bonds and causing his erect member to bounce around in front of him. No sooner had The Mistress of Evil left when the room began to fill with disgusting looking creatures. At least thirty of the beasts stood before the prince, each one pawing at their nether regions as ghastly bulges appeared to grow.
The creatures steadily approached the prince, who began to fight against his bonds even stronger than before, as he cried out through his gag into the dungeon. Philip closed his eyes tight, praying to wake up from this nightmare. But just because he couldn’t see the minions, it didn’t stop them from getting ever closer.
Several calloused hands brushed over the prince. First the minions groped his balls, then moved their vile hands up his member, rubbing the prince’s stiff cock. Philip yelped as something slimy touched him, and he looked down to see the goons licking his cock. The beasts were animal-like and several of them stood at his feet, kissing and sucking on his cock, savouring the salty taste. Philip tried to back away from the creatures, only getting an inch away from them before his back hit the stone walls of the dungeon. The creatures climbed over every inch of Philip’s body, several ran their hands and mouths over his cock, while one of them took both balls in its mouth at once, running its tongue over them and sending jolts of pleasure through the captive man. A small minion climbed up Philip’s body, sitting on his shoulders and leaning down, rough hands stroking along his nipples before giving them a sharp twist that made the prince howl in agony.
As Philip was distracted with the various creatures on his body, desperately trying to shake them off, one of the larger minions lumbered over, holding something long and slender in his hand. Placing the object to the wall Philip realised far too late that it was some kind of object shaped like a cock. The minion looked into Philips eyes, watching the tears well up, as it put two large fingers in its mouth and coated them with saliva. Philip let out a muffled plea for the minion to stop but it did him no good. The creature placed two fingers inside the prince’s hole, slowly pushing in and out. Philip fought against every fibre of his being to stifle the moan that tried to escape his lips, but he was unsuccessful. A tear dripped down his face, mixing in with the saliva dripping from his gagged mouth as the minion slowly teased his hole. The creature gave a nod to his compatriots and before Philip knew it he was pushed, full force into the inanimate object mounted on the wall. A guttural scream filled the dungeon as Maleficent’s goons cackled in laughter as the young man was impaled on a false cock. The prince slowly tried to back himself away from the dildo inside him, but each time the minions shoved him back on it, forcing it deep inside him, pressing into his prostate. As much as the prince wished to deny it, the feeling of a rigid member inside his asshole was beginning to feel… Pleasurable. Within minutes the goons watched as Philip went from trying to escape from the penetration forced upon him to embracing it, backing himself onto it and moaning with pleasure as his hole was used.
The minions watched in glee as Philips mental fortitude was broken down, and the once proud prince became a moaning whore, his sweat covered body strung up like a piece of meat, as saliva pooled from his gagged mouth and dripped down on to his now aching red cock. Philip watched in return as the disgusting creatures before him took out their throbbing members and slowly jerked themselves off, each taking turns to walk up to the prince and release a hot load of cum directly onto him. While most of them landed on his thighs and legs, some of the goons managed to shoot their cum onto the prince's glistening chest, even fewer still were able to shoot all the way into the prince's face.
Philip felt his own orgasm rising, and although he was disgusted with himself and what he had become in this dungeon, it would all be worth it if he could achieve satisfaction. As the cum began to build up in his cock and he fucked himself on the dildo, the prince moaned through his gag and watched as the ring around his cock glowed a sickening shade of green, and his orgasm stopped, right in the tip of his cock he could feel the cum fighting to escape him, desperate to shoot across the dungeon. The prince howled in sexually frustrated anguish and continued to fuck himself, long into the night, even after the minions left the dungeon.
Philip’s torture continued like this through the days and nights he spent imprisoned in Maleficents castle. No matter what he did he could never reach orgasm as long as the dark fairy lived. Madness soon sat in and the prince became more and more desperate to cum, submitting himself entirely to the minions that tormented him. The prince would find himself on the dungeon floor, laid down on the ground as countless minions filled him with their seed and trying out new toys on him. As days became weeks and weeks became months the prince did all he could to reach an orgasm, but Maleficent's magic held his cock captive, restraining his cum inside him, as the former prince of a kingdom became nothing more but a plaything and a cock slut for the minions of the most powerful sorceress in the land.