Oliver woke up to his wife moaning next to his ear. The entire bed shook with how hard Alexander was pounding Clarissa's cunt. Oliver kept his eyes closed, pretended to still be asleep, and hoped his erection wouldn't give him away.
Amice must have been seething next to Clarissa. She'd always hated sharing her bed. She'd argued with Alexander every time he'd tried to keep Oliver there for longer than it took to fuck him.
Not that she'd ever won those arguments. Alexander always got what he wanted.
Oliver had been a fool to think he'd be allowed to walk away and go live some fairy tale life with Clarissa. She'd looked so golden and innocent the first time he'd seen her, and he'd allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of a simple life in a cottage somewhere, far away from his sordid past.
No one would dare stain Clarissa's innocent ears by telling her that Oliver was the king's fucktoy. He'd pretended that Clarissa would never find out.
Now she knew, and she hated him.
Clarissa's moans had turned to shrieks of pleasure. Oliver risked a peek. Clarissa's hands were fisted around the sheets. Her breasts were bouncing wildly, and the golden hair he'd so admired was a sweaty mess around her head. Alexander always did have impressive stamina.
Oliver realized that he'd given himself away when Alexander grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back. Oliver gasped and his eyes shot open.
Alexander grinned at him. "Your wife has an excellent cunt. Not that you'll ever get to find out."
Oliver glared as best he could while tangled in sweaty sheets with his wife writhing on Alexander's cock beside him.
"Cum inside me," Clarissa begged. "I'll bear your royal bastard. Please."
Alexander laughed. "I don't think you've earned it yet." Alexander dragged an idle hand over Oliver's erect cock and Oliver moaned helplessly. "Tell your wife what a cockslut you are."
Oliver gritted his teeth and shook his head.
Alexander began groping Oliver while still fucking Clarissa. His hand wandered over Oliver's thighs and brushed against his cock. Oliver squirmed in place. Fuck, that felt good.
"Tell your wife you're a cockslut and I'll fuck your ass," Alexander said.
"No!" Clarissa said. "Please don't say it, Oliver. I want his royal cum inside me."
Alexander slid his hand between Oliver's thighs and pressed a finger to his entrance. Oliver whimpered. It took an effort of will to keep his hips from thrusting toward the finger. He wanted to be violated, wanted to feel Alexander's cock hot inside of him. He hated that he wanted it so badly.
"Just say it," Amice snapped from her side of the bed. "I don't want my husband siring some bastard. Your wife already knows what you are. Everyone knows."
Oliver closed his eyes and fought back a wave of nausea. Not everyone knew, but enough people did. Alexander had never bothered to make a secret of it. For years Oliver had told himself he was letting Alexander rut him in order to protect his father's position in the castle, but when his father had found out what Oliver had done he had thrown him out in disgust. After that, Alexander had set Oliver up as his personal servant in order to maintain his complete control over Oliver's life.
No, it wasn't a secret. His wife had watched as he'd licked Alexander's cock like a trained whore. The worst part was, he'd loved the taste of that cock in his mouth.
Alexander shoved Oliver over and squeezed his ass. Oliver buried his face in a pillow to cover his moan. His body craved being fucked like plants craved water.
Alexander yanked Oliver's head back. "Say it."
His neck ached from the awkward angle. His prick was rock hard. He gave in to Alexander's demands and resigned himself to humiliation. "I'm a cockslut."
"I said tell Clarissa." Alexander pulled out of Clarissa. She let out a cry of loss that Oliver couldn't help but sympathize with.
Alexander manhandled Oliver until he was sprawled along Clarissa's side, his hard prick against her thigh. Her body was soft and her eyes were flinty steel.
"Tell Clarissa that you like my cock in your ass more than you'd ever like being in her cunt." Alexander rubbed his cock against Oliver's ass.
Oliver pressed back against him, desperately seeking out the feel of Alexander's hot cockhead. "I like being fucked in the ass more than I like fucking pussy." Oliver was extremely worried that he was telling the truth.
He was rewarded for his efforts by Alexander thrusting into him. Oliver gasped as he was stretched and filled. Alexander's pounding shoved Oliver against Clarissa's warm body. His cock rubbed her thigh with every thrust and the sensation was near to driving Oliver mad.
Alexander moved his hips to adjust his angle and Oliver couldn't handle how good it felt anymore. He came, his hot seed splattering on Clarissa's milky thigh. The expression on her face was pure revulsion, but with Amice on her other side, she had nowhere to go.
Alexander let out a moan as Oliver orgasmed and his thrusting turned frantic. His fingers dug into Oliver's hips as he pumped him full of his seed. Once he was spent, he rested his forehead against Oliver's back and sighed.
Amice was the first to get up from the bed, and Clarissa followed after her, making disgusted faces as she wiped cum off her thighs.
Knowledge of what he'd just done settled like a pit in Oliver's stomach. He lay in bed and listened as the women dressed and left, leaving him alone with Alexander.
Oliver shuddered. He hadn't been alone with Alexander since before the king had found out Oliver's plan to leave. Oliver didn't know what Alexander had in store for him, but he couldn't imagine it would be pleasant.
Alexander hummed as he cleaned up and got dressed. Oliver pushed himself up to his elbows. His skin felt itchy where Alexander's cum had dried on it, but he wasn't sure that he was allowed to get out of bed yet. He didn't want to push Alexander any farther than he already had.
Alexander finally sat beside him and petted his hair. His eyes glinted with something Oliver couldn't quite read.
"Alex." Oliver wasn't sure what he was pleading for. Mercy? Another fucking?
"Clarissa fucking Dupier." Alexander's fingers curled until his grip on Oliver's hair grew painful.
Oliver let out a hiss of breath. He had no defense for himself. The truth was exactly what it looked like. He'd been trying to get away. He'd stupidly assumed that Alexander would let him go, that Alexander would find some other convenient warm body to fuck.
Alexander leaned in until Oliver could feel his breath hot against his ear. "You belong to me, not some useless bitch."
"What are you going to do to me?" Oliver asked.
"Teach you a lesson." Alexander stroked his cheek then abruptly let go of him and stood up. "And I know just the thing." Alexander strode out of the room.
Oliver waited for him on the bed. He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
Alexander walked back into the room with Clarissa's wedding dress, stockings, and garters in his hands.
Oliver closed his eyes tightly. "No." The wedding dress hit him in the face.
"Put it on."
"Alex," Oliver pleaded. Hadn't he been humiliated enough?
Apparently not. Alexander dropped the stockings in his lap next. "When I'm done punishing you, I'll let you know."
Oliver took a shaky breath. He never should have bothered with that stupid wedding. He'd known how all-consuming Alexander's rage was before he'd decided to marry Clarissa.
Alexander had only shared him once before, with another prince who had been in town on royal business. They'd spent a few days amusing themselves by seeing all the ways they could stuff Oliver with two cocks at once until Alexander had been called away on urgent business. When he'd come back and found his friend fucking Oliver on his own, Alexander had flown into a possessive fury. He'd thrown out his friend and exiled him from the kingdom, then tied Oliver up in the dungeon and fucked his ass so hard that he'd been sore for days.
Oliver had thought that marrying Clarissa would be different, somehow. That maybe because Clarissa was a woman, Alexander wouldn't care.
He'd been wrong.
Oliver reluctantly pulled on the stockings, knowing that if he resisted any farther Alexander would only come up with something worse for him to do. The silky material was flexible enough to fit around his legs, though it was a bit tight. They hugged his calves and showed off every bit of definition he had from the sword play Alexander had insisted he keep up with.
The dress was a different matter. He was bigger than Clarissa, so he had to completely undo all the laces and rip it in a few places to get it on.
Alexander was stroking his own cock as he watched the show.
Oliver finally managed to get the dress on as best he could. He glared at Alexander. "Happy?"
"Lift your skirt and spread your legs."
Oliver's face turned scarlet, but he followed the order.
Alexander grabbed Oliver's thighs and wrenched them apart farther.
"Is my punishment over yet?" Oliver asked, his voice going shriller then he liked.
A smile spread slowly over Alexander's face. "It's barely even begun."
Oliver leaned back on his elbows, his pulse pounding in his ears as Alexander kneaded his ass. If all Alexander wanted was to fuck him, then he could handle that. But Alexander pulled back without even trying to violate him.
"Turn over. Put your ass in the air."
Oliver rolled over and pushed himself up onto his knees and forearms so that his ass would be at the height Alexander liked it.
Alexander shoved the skirt of the dress up over Oliver's hips. Right when Oliver thought Alexander was finally going to fuck him, he slapped him instead.
