Chapter 4:

It had taken all Baljeet's restraint not to take the man today. Riding him would've been wonderful, but it was not suitable for a prince to pleasure himself with a knight, and the wall was thickened by the fact that it was an enemy knight he was lusting after. Grinding into him, feeling his skin through his gloves, had been nirvana.

But he was also a prisoner, and had to be treated as such. The aphrodisiac sleeping drug he'd instructed the guard to slip into the water worked quite well, though.

Baljeet was a prince. Of this, he was constantly reminded by his servants and slaves, lesser nobles and constables, all beneath him. He had a harem, and they would be all over him like bitches in heat if he snapped his fingers or even so much as just glanced in their direction.

He wasn't a virgin, far from it, in fact. He had done everything; his experience in the field was expansive. Women, all three ways: anal, oral, vaginal. Men, in all the ways it could be done. Submissive, dominant, and all that was in between. He'd even tried out an orgy in a cheap pleasure house once. He'd gone incognito, of course; the prince being seen in such a place would bring disaster to his reputation as 'kind, charitable, and understanding.'

He smirked. Of, if only they knew what he did when the mask came off.

He glanced down at his gloves; he had yet to change out of the ones he'd used earlier to pleasure his captive, the viscous liquid blending with the bleached calf's skin. His gloves never came off, and only did so briefly while he was bathing or changing into another pair.

Lately, his harem hadn't been nearly enough. It didn't satisfy him anymore, to see them attempting to pleasure him and failing. He'd remained soft, even though skillful ministrations normally had him hard and reaching release in just a few minutes.

He'd realized he hungered after something more. Or more specifically, someone. He yearned for someone who would fight back, who wouldn't simply submit to him. He wanted a challenge.

And Buford supplied that. He was still malleable and moldable, while restrained and/or drugged. But Baljeet planned to adjust that plan a bit. Release him from the dungeon and let him live in the castle, yes, but with a price; he would have to wear a collar and do everything Baljeet asked him to do.

He shivered in anticipation, his body awakening at the thought. But not yet. He would take it slowly. Loosen the chains, maybe get rid of them all together. Extra portions, better clothing, maybe. News from what was going on outside.

He brought his cum-soaked glove to his nose, and sniffed it. A masculine scent, dangerous, dominant, and aggressive. Baljeet moaned at the sensations the scent gave his body, his trousers tightening.

He stripped; going and torturing his captive again so soon after his last session would leave him too weak, and Baljeet wanted none of that. Still smelling the glove, the overpowering scent wafting up to his nose, invigorating and exciting him. With his other hand, he grasped his arousal, whimpering at the sensation of leather on the heated flesh. He began to tease himself, rubbing along the slit and fondling his balls, the smell of cum still assaulting his nose.

Tentively, his tongue darted out, licking the viscous fluid off the leather. He moaned and began to pump himself harder at the flavor; sweet, but bitter, with a hint of spiciness.

He began to suck on the glove, licking and moaning, his strokes and his breathing becoming erratic.

He cried out, a whimpering scream of pleasure, as he came, and rode out the violent orgasm.

Eventually, his breathing evened out, and he went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

He changed into some new clothes, staring at himself in the mirror, and changed into a new pair of gloves. He smirked to himself. Now to put my plan into motion.

A/N:

SG: And…welcome back! You seem to be enjoying our little show here, so I thought I'd stop our little 'performance' before things…got out of hand. *She ducks in order to avoid the various objects thrown at her* *She then picks up one of these objects and glares at the readers* Really? A toaster oven?! Whatever happened to rotten fruits and vegetables?!

YC: Toaster ovens can be preheated and fire toast and pop tarts.

SG: Lovely. So…as it appears that Yaoi's Consort is currently unavailable due to a coffee high, I will now aks our lovely readers to review. You know you want to! So just press that button and drop us a line! *Smiles cheesily*

YC: Peanut butter sugar cookies and chocolate rainbows and pegacorns!

SG: HEY! How did you get out of the corner? Go back in!

YC: NO!

SG: I'll give you another cookie…

YC: YAY! *Skips back to the corner*

SG:*Is seen updating the security system around the majestic all-powerful corner* *Turns back, sits down in the chair, and turns to the readers to comment* Oh…'kay then. Have a nice day…?

Chapter 5 Promo: Baljeet's plan is put into action, and he invites Buford to his quarters, the prince bent on the belief that the knight would never refuse him. ORANGE/ALMOST LIME AHEAD!