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Antinous was not the best man in Greece, in fact he was far from being even good. Trained since early childhood, he never saw the world beyond blades and blood, fought more wars than he had years of life and killed more men than he could even count. But it had been 7 years since he had entered a battlefield, at least not a common one.
For seven years he had been fighting a cold war, without blood but with crossed words, clenched fists and plans hidden in the shadows of the night. He fought to win the heart of Queen Penelope, or at least that was what he had been doing for 3 years, after all this time he had already accepted that the bitch of a queen would never accept another man on the throne but her own husband. The poor thing was still waiting for the old king to return and sometimes Antinous also wondered if the man was really dead or if he would be the next to walk through the door of the hall of suitors and finally put an end to that long torture that everyone there had been subjected to for almost 20 years.
But that never happened and now he spent most of his time in the middle of a group of animals who called themselves the next king, even though the queen herself had never looked at any of them. Not the queen, but the prince, yes. The skinny, brown-haired boy would often appear in the suitors' hall, take a little walk among the brutes twice his size and disappear as soon as someone stood up to question him about something. It was no secret that the prince was no good with a sword and his skinny hands were definitely not used for punching anything. Always so clean and soft.
Unlike others with the same title, he was rarely seen training, was never introduced to a princess and was even less seen with women who were not his maids or his own mother. Antinous knew the reason for the different life the prince led; he had discovered it a few months ago when he had the pleasure of secretly watching the prince bathe in one of the fortress' fountains in the dark of night. Come on, Antinous wasn't the type to be interested in boys like others of his age, but he was extremely intrigued by the image of the prince on the moon that night.
An image that he was still unable to forget.
The prince wasn't treated like other boys of his age because he wasn't like them. And nothing had prepared Antinous for the discovery of the reason. Instead of a regular dick, the boy had a pussy. And that changed everything, because now he had a much easier path to the crown.
– There's no point in running from me, little wolf, I'll find you. – Antinous' steps were slow, contrasting with the fast pace of Telemachus who ran ahead of him with his eyes wide with terror. Today once again the prince had paid a visit to his mother's suitors, but this time Antinous couldn't resist following the boy as soon as he turned to leave. Damn, how could he? After discovering the boy's little secret, everything he did seemed like a provocation.
Today in particular, the younger man was a complete temptation. The chiton he was wearing was short and ended a few fingers above his knees, making little effort to cover his milky legs. As a complement, he wore a red cloak with gold details thrown over his right shoulder and tied at his waist, a classic of the monarchy, but this time he had tied it so tightly that his narrow waist was even more evident. How dare he appear like this in the middle of so many men? He could only be a whore like his mother, shaking those hips around the hall and provoking the eyes of Antinous, who held on tightly to the chair where he was, trying at all costs not to take the prince right there in front of everyone.
Now here they were, Telemachus had fled to the labyrinth in the garden in the hope of losing the older man who, despite being slow, was still very close to him. His racing heart and panting breath made him lose the path he knew so well, and now he was cornered in a dead-end corridor with the general hot on his heels.
– I know your secret little wolf. – The voice seemed to be very close and made all of Telemachus' hairs stand on end. What the hell was he talking about? It couldn't be about that, no, definitely not!
– Did you really think you were going to hide this forever? – Telemachus was paralyzed, Antinous suddenly had his chest pressed against his back, large hands went to his waist and squeezed him, bringing their bodies even closer together. Antinous' calloused fingers pulled the prince's tunic up a millimeter, it was enough for the boy to understand. – If you don't want your mother to marry, then do it instead. Let me fuck you until you're full enough to produce heirs and then no one will be able to stop me from taking the crown.
That wasn't a real request and Telemachus was extremely terrified by all the words
words that came out of the mouth glued to his ear. It was horrible, no one should ever address the prince like that. But somehow Telemachus liked it, liked it enough to let a sigh escape his lips and squeeze his legs together.
– What are you saying? – He needed to stall, needed time for his head to work properly. Gods, why hadn’t Athena chosen him like she had his father? Why didn’t any god seem to listen to his prayers and help him?
– I’m saying that I know the prince of Ithaca has a pussy and if he’s smart enough he’ll let me fuck my heirs inside him and marry me. Unless of course he wants his poor little mother to continue to be the focus of attention of all those brutes in there.
Telemachus faltered, damn it. Was this a plan? An evil plan but one that made sense at the moment in the prince’s frightened head.
He forced his thoughts to organize themselves, analyzing what the older man had said. It was no secret to anyone that his mother's suitors were becoming increasingly dangerous and that their time was running out, but what could he do? He was too weak to fight them and his small army didn't exactly seem to be on the queen's side, everyone wanted a new king and he knew that his mother would never be able to give them that, thanks to his condition he also couldn't marry a princess and all his requests for his mother to accept his claim if he had a husband among her suitors had failed. But now, now that could change. Now he could do something useful, something that could save his mother's life and put an end to the torture that had lasted her entire life.
He had no way to argue, and he didn't when the man licked his neck, nor did he when the hand that had been on his waist went down to squeeze his pussy over his tunic. Antinous smiled with satisfaction as he felt the thin fabric that covered the prince get soaked so easily.
Not very delicate bites hurt the skin of the smaller boy who squirmed uncomfortably in the large arms that held him. Despite the other man's size, Telemachus knew he could get out of that situation easily because he wasn't holding him back, but he didn't. He tilted his head to the side and arched his back, pushing his chest into the other man's hand. Antinous had no qualms and quickly grabbed the boy's small mound. And he discovered a detail that he hadn't been able to notice that night: besides a pussy, the prince had breasts. They weren't as big as his mother's and couldn't even be seen under his clothes or with a quick glance, but they were there and made Antinous' cock go beyond just hard.
With a whispered curse, he pushed the prince back towards the statue that stood at the end of that dead-end corridor. He didn't even care to know which god that was, but he hoped that he or she would make the most of the show that would happen at his feet.
Now they were facing each other, as the general immediately collided their bodies, causing Telemachus to lean even further, grabbing the marble behind him.
– Open your legs for me, little wolf. – The voice came whispered again, but instead of threatening, it had a tone of desire.
Antinous’ warm hand found space under the prince’s chiton, taking hold of his thin thighs and helping him to better support himself on the divine statue, only to then release one of the boy’s legs and take his fingers directly to his pussy. It was hot, wet and, above all, sensitive.
– Antinous – the prince sobbed.
– Has no one ever touched you here, little wolf? – The older man smiled, amused by the prince’s frightened expression, who still had no idea why he was letting that happen. He should push him away and run away, he should scream for help. “Hmm?” – Antinous pressed his fingers on her clitoris, making the prince completely lose the train of thought he was almost able to put together. At first it was just pressure that soon gave way to slow, circular movements, making the shorter man sob again.
– Answer me. – The movements suddenly intensified and the hand that was holding him went to his neck, lifting the prince's head and forcing him to look at the man who was subjugating him. – Am I the first to eat this pussy, Telemachus? – Antinous almost never used the prince's name and when he did, it was with irony, but now his name came out of his full lips like someone saying the name of a prostitute.
– Ah – His chest rose and fell rapidly and now without the support of Antinous' hands, Telemachus had to use more of the little strength he had in his arms to stay in place while the other held him by the neck – Y-yes – He answered embarrassed, there was no reason to lie, he had never felt so humiliated as in that moment, revealing yet another detail about the
their intimacy wouldn't change anything.
As if he was satisfied with the answer, Antinous squeezed the thin neck a little tighter in his hand and the other made its way to the boy's entrance, he needed to stick his cock in that pussy soon or he would go crazy.
It wasn't difficult to put the first finger in, just a few grunts from the prince in response, surely that little slut had already played with himself a few times, but that was far from being a problem for Antinous, as long as he was the only one besides Antinous himself.
The second finger entered with difficulty and a few tears rolled down the prince's angelic face. That was the final straw for Antinous to lose his self-control completely, with no more patience he removed his fingers from inside the prince's hot hole and gave him a little relief to breathe by finally letting go of his neck to pull his own cloak up and hold his heavy cock.
– Be a good boy and don't make a scene – He asked as he positioned the wet head of his cock in the younger boy's drooling pussy, who shuddered at the sudden contact. Antinous would love to hear the boy scream his name like a hungry whore, but he couldn't afford to do that now. He had a plan to follow.
He slowly pushed his thick cock through the prince's immaculate entrance, hearing him sigh and watching the small spasms of his thin body. They were almost glued together now, Antinous' cock completely stuck in the tight entrance and the prince's trembling hands holding his strong chest almost as if he wanted to push him away.
– Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry – The cock pulled out a few centimeters only to return with a strong thud to the bottom of the hot pussy, making the prince moan shamelessly. That sound made Antinous even crazier, and he repeated the movements, progressively increasing the speed but always with relentless force.
The thick cock widened the prince's tight pussy every time it entered, leaving the hole wide open and throbbing for more when it came out. He accepted that cock so well that it was a little hard to believe that the prince was a virgin, but the drops of blood on the grass and on Antinous' clothes confirmed the fact.
As the back and forth increased, Telemachus writhed even more, messing up his clothes and exciting the general who, in an unthinking act, tore the expensive fabrics that covered the prince to reveal his breasts. Telemachus' pink and already hardened nipples stared at Antinous who thrust deep into the prince's pussy and he didn't need any more invitation to suck on the needy little breasts, nibbling on the hard nipple and sucking hard on the flesh.
"H-hm Ah!" Telemachus had his head lowered and his eyes closed, hands clenched on the large chest above him. He didn't want to see any of that, but he also couldn't contain his shameful moans. “Oh! By the gods!” He screamed when the older man thrust even harder, making his body shake and the cock inside him hit a specific spot he hadn't known existed until that moment.
– Don't call the gods, dear. I won't share you with them. – Antinous let go of Telemachus' now reddened chest to look at the prince's decadent situation.
The prince was hanging on his cock, being fucked like a cheap whore, his neck was marked by his fingers, his clothes torn, his breasts abused and exposed like never before, and most importantly: her previously virgin pussy was now open around his cock, accepting each thrust willingly. “You were born for this, you were born to take my cock like a good little whore.” He went deeper into the boy, spreading Telemachus' legs wider to get a good view of his hungry pussy.
– I'm going to fill you with my cum, I'm going to make you full and round – It was hard to tell who was in a greater trance now. Antinous no longer cared about the sounds, having practically bent the prince in half he fucked the boy's abused pussy hard while holding his heels so that he kept his legs open.
Telemachus no longer had any thoughts in his fucked-up little head, he just moaned and cried. His once impeccable clothes were ruined and hung on his arms that were firmly holding the feet of the marble god behind him. In that position he had no other option but to throw his head back, shaking with each thrust of the general and having the vision of the god that, despite his eyes blurred by tears, he could recognize as Hermes.
He was being brutally fucked at the feet of the God of messages. Was he seeing? Was he going to tell the other gods how the prince of Ithaca had been deflowered by an untitled general in the garden of his castle? Would he tell his father, wherever he was, that his little boy had become a whore at the hands of Antinous?
He didn't care about any of those possibilities, not when Antinous hit that spot on his body again
and he came, shaking like a twig in the autumn winds. And definitely not when, upon noticing the younger man's orgasm, Antinous changed his position, adjusting the prince on his cock so that he was now fucking him standing up, firmly holding his soft body and going even deeper into his sensitive pussy.
- Antinous - Telemachus grabbed the strong, scarred shoulders, moaning almost like a cry - It's t-too much - The overstimulation was already reaching him and he could no longer distinguish what he felt. The strong arms held him firmly in place and Antinous fucked him mercilessly, not caring about his recent orgasm.
- Just a little more, little wolf - His voice was deep and it was clear how much pleasure he was also getting from that situation, it wasn't long before he came and it only took a few thrusts that drew sobs and pleas for mercy from the prince before he finally spilled himself into Telemachus' warm interior, bringing him to another orgasm.
- Ah a-ah! Antinous! – The prince shouted, gripping the other's shoulders even tighter and widening his eyes. He was screwed, all of the general's seed was going straight to his womb, filling it progressively and no matter how much he tried to move to get out, Antinous wouldn't allow it.
– Stay still and accept my seed, prince, I want to make sure you're well breed – The amusement returned to the older man's face, the smile growing as his cum spurted inside the prince and his desperation grew.
Even though he was reluctant, Telemachus was raised like a prize bitch, his pussy sucked to the last drop of the general's powerful seed, who made sure to stay inside him for longer than necessary, ensuring that his semen prospered inside the prince and only then put him back on the ground while not at all delicately forcing a kiss on the younger's drooling lips, sticking his tongue in his mouth and starting an aggressive kiss that didn't last long because Telemachus managed to gather the little strength and pride he still had left to move away from the older man.
Antinous just smiled, impressed by the prince's bold move. He put his drooling cock back under his clothes and looked Telemachus' body up and down. The only thing left on him was the cloak that had previously been positioned neatly over his shoulder but was now hanging only by the tie at the prince's waist. His cum was beginning to run down his skinny legs in thick lines, and despite trying, the prince could barely cover his breasts with the little fabric that was left there.
"See you soon, prince," Antinous said goodbye in his usual sarcastic tone, leaving through the labyrinth without caring how the little prince would clean himself or get dressed before appearing in public again. Deep down, he wanted Telemachus to show up for dinner exactly like that, completely destroyed and fucked, marked by his hands and with his cum running down his legs.
He wanted everyone to know who had broken the prince and who would be the new king of Ithaca.