The Diamond Prince Ch 04

In the Rough - The Chronicles of the Diamond Prince

Chapter 4 -- The True Test

Content warning:

Strong language, mentions of death, graphic sexual content, graphic BDSM/kink elements, sexual non-consent/reluctance, sexual violence, physical violence.

Declan woke, unaware he had fallen asleep at all. He was on a cot, in a small cell. He looked around quickly, and noted it was a double cell. The other cot appeared empty, but, upon further inspection, A small figure could be found huddling in the corner. "...Ava?" Declan questioned as he sat up, trying to control his headache. Her eyes shot up to him, and she gave a small smile. He groaned and tried to sit upright, but his body felt numb and his head, foggy.

Ava skittered over to him, offering a steady hand.

"...they.. they told me you held me." She said, gently petting his comparatively large shoulder. "Th.. they said, you wouldn't leave me." Her small, bright eyes shone as she gazed up at him. He gave a soft smile.

"You were sick and needed help. So, I helped." He said with a shrug. She averted her eyes shyly, and then suddenly sprung up.

"I saved you something!" she said with absolute glee. Declan sat up all the way and tried to shake the cobwebs from his mind. She came back with a small cup of water and a few pieces of fruit. "They, they brought me this, but they gave me so much medicine and vitamins because of what you did for me, I thought you would need it more than me." She held it out to him reverently.

Fuck, she is so sweet.

"Ava, they examined us, and determined that you need it. So, it's for you." He said, trying not to eye the water. She sat back and thought for a minute.

"what if..." she paused, but steeled and spoke again. "what if, I drink half, and you can have the rest?" Declan swallowed dryly, then nodded. He never savored half a glass of water so much in his life.

They spent unknown time locked in that cage together, food sparsely brought, water scarce. Just enough to sustain them. There they remained for some time, waiting to learn their roles.

Much of the time, Declan held his little counterpart, shielding her body for the chill in the air, and to pass the time, they spoke. Declan learned much about his roommate.

Ava grew up free, in a middle-class suburb. She lived with an average family, they even had a slave of their own -- a lovely woman who played the role of nanny and housekeeper. One day, there was an accident, and the parents died in a car crash. There was some debate about the legality of their estate. The older sister was emancipated, being less than six months from eighteen years old, but Ava, well, her sister refused to take her in as a dependent and allowed her to be sold as a part of the estate.

At fourteen years old, the girl was tossed blindly into the facility system. She knew nothing of the low-class slave system and was essentially told she would inevitably end up as a sex slave, and Declan couldn't even try to deny it. She was freshly eighteen now, and beautiful. She wouldn't be offered the mercy of an old, retired man who could barely wiggle his hips but afford a young slave to look at. She has been damned to a lifetime of rentals.

Declan had been prepared for this his whole life. He was a mutt, a mix breed, it was inevitable.

They woke one morning to assignments -- training, thankfully. Declan was grateful -- he had learned all the theoretical sexual moves, but had not been allowed to practice, and he was ready. They had animatronics, computer simulated objects... and soon he would graduate to Kaftherians. He excelled through his training and wanting to please a true master or mistress. He watched the others training nearby as the days passed, and absolutely none was advancing as fast as him.

Ava especially was extremely shy and hesitant about every activity asked of her. He grew concerned that they would begin to punish her. Where Declan threw his all into everything, sucking down dildos until he choked and beyond, and moaning like a wanton whore at every touch, she continued to resist.

Then, before he knew it, he was told he was ready. He would be assigned two partners -- one submissive, and one dominant, and would need to play with them, essentially, in front of a live audience.

The day came, and Declan was led to the front of the house for the first time. This would be his debut, the first time he would be demonstrated for potential clients, and the first time fucking, and being fucked by a Kaftherian being. He felt ready -- albeit nervous. He had trained his whole life for this moment, he was born for this, but that didn't make it any less nerve wracking. He wanted to do well, get the best clients and make a name for himself. If he was going to be a lowly slave, he was going to be the best there was.

His eyes rushed to adjust from the florescent industrial lights of the back rooms to the dim bar lighting of the front of house. The place was plush and clean, with dark wood furniture and brass accents. Sharp dressed bar tenders behind the several bars around the room were stocking and preparing for the night, when the bar opened after Declan's demo. The event was invite-only, for which Declan was grateful, at least the crowd would be smaller and controlled. He was led to one of the private rooms and was greeted by about twenty-five guests sitting against three of the four walls.

Against the fourth wall, was a king size bed draped in lavish linens and pillows. On either side of the bed, about three feet away, were velvet topped benches, very obviously perfect for use in certain sexual positions. Declan was so focused on studying his arena and what he had to work with, that it took him a moment to even notice what was on the bed -- and when he did, his stomach turned.

Curled up, tiny as ever among the pillows, was Ava. Her eyes were wide and wild, and from what he could tell, dressed in lacy lingerie. It dawned on him that she would be the perfect test as far as the clients were concerned; he would need to convince her to give herself up for his body, be good enough that even she would want him. He suddenly felt very unsure, and nervous. Not only would he need to perform well, but he would need to get Ava through her first service, and his own. He immediately pushed the thought of his own to the side; it wouldn't help him get through this.

The audience waited expectantly; they'd obviously already been briefed on the situation. He swallowed hard and stepped out of the doorway into the light. Ava stilled, shocked. It appears that she hadn't expected it to be him, any more than he had expected it to be her.

He continued forward toward the bed, and her face showed uncertainty, but not as much fear. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He sat on the end of the bed, trying to appear as non-threatening as he could. "It's ok." He said quietly. Her wide, doe eyes never left his, and he saw trust. He was suddenly so glad it was her; he could still protect her like this. "Come here." He said gently, opening his arms and gesturing for her to come to him. She hesitated, her eyes flicking around the room. "Hey-" Her eyes snapped back to him. "Don't look at them, look at me." She nodded. "Come here." He gestured again, and she began to untangle herself from her own limbs. Deliberately keeping her eyes locked on him, she slowly crawled from her spot towards him.

She was indeed dressed in a lace thong and bra, and despite the strange situation, he couldn't deny that she looked beautiful stalking towards him like that. When she reached him, she kneeled upright, and he resisted the urge to look at her body. Instead, he kept his eyes on hers, and smiled brightly, placing a hand gently on her cheek. "Good girl." He praised teasingly. The corner of her mouth twitched into a shy smile. "I've got you." He said as his other hand matched the first on her other cheek. He willed everything positive inside him into her.

He gently pulled her towards him, and she shuffled forward, closing the distance until she was flush against him, and his lips brushed hers. He moved one hand from her face and wrapped his long arm around her tiny waist. Much to his surprise, her hands moved to rest on his bare chest, and she pressed into the kiss. She pulled back a moment and searched his face, then gave the tiniest nod. In a quick motion he lifted her into his lap, so now her back was to the room as he sat on the end of the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist. He dove into her lips, gently licking at her, asking her to open for him. She obliged and they both forgot everyone else in the room for a moment. She kissed him with as much passion as he gave her, tongues dancing and jaws moving in sync.

He began tentatively exploring her body with his hands, gently running them up and down her arms, then down her sides, over her hips and down her thighs, then back up. He repeated this several more times, slowly moving closer to more intimate areas with each pass. He finally landed on her small, but perky tits, and when she didn't protest, he gently pinched and played with her nipples, and was rewarded with a small moan and a slight buck of her hips. He smiled against their kiss and continued to explore her, squeezing her ass and brushing in between her thighs.

She began to get more fevered, leaning into his touches, her body betraying her shy nature and begging him for more. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra in a lucky win, and he pulled back from the kiss, gently sliding the material down her arms and away from her. She blushed as his eyes roamed her chest. "Gorgeous." He breathed out. She smiled and their kiss resumed. He stood, effortlessly lifting her with one arm while the other played with her nipples.

He Turned and dropped down onto the bed over top of her and shuffled them both up until they were completely on the mattress. He began kissing and licking at her neck, moving his way lower as she writhed beneath him. He was doing it, he was actually doing it- he was causing his target pleasure, like he was meant to. Pride swelled in him with every noise she made, every little way her body told him that he was doing something right. He felt his lust pouring into her, spurring her own need. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, rolling it over his tongue and his teeth. She moaned and squirmed, threading her fingers into his hair. He treated the other nipple the same before moving lower.

As he reached her hips she bucked, sensitive and needy. He mouthed over her panties, breathing hot air over sensitive flesh, and taking in her smell. He hooked his fingers in the side of her panties and his eyes flicked up to her face, and she looked down at him, the slightest trepidation in her eyes. He planted a gentle kiss on her mound, and she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She lifted her hips to help him slide them down, and he dropped them to the floor.

He propped her legs up over his arms, and gently licked the crease of her thigh, feeling her muscles tense. He ran his hand soothingly along her thigh as his tongue crept closer to her core. Her breathing increased and soon she was rocking into his movements. Her panting became gasps as he moved to her clit, gently alternating between circling and stroking. He gently eased a finger into her wet slit, and she moaned loudly as he pressed into her g-spot. He worked up a steady rhythm between his finger prodding her insides and his tongue dancing across her clit, until she cried out, hips bucking unto his face. He smiled into her as he worked her through her intense orgasm, gradually reducing his pressure until she was pushing him away with over sensitivity.

He wiped his face with his arm and glancing at the crowd around him, took a breath before removing the boxer briefs he had arrived in -- displaying his heavy erection. Ava was dazed, laying sprawled out across the bed, face flushed. He hoped the orgasm had taken the edge off for her. He once again crawled up the bed, planting gentle kisses all the way. When he was level with her, he once again brushed a few strands of hair off her face. "are you ready?" he asked quietly.

She locked her eyes on him, a questioning look on her face, and then she all but squeaked when he rubbed his hard cock against her. Fear flashed in her eyes and guilt wracked his entire body, but he knew they didn't have a choice -- they were watching, waiting. She shook her head. He sighed and tried to steel himself. "Yes, yes you are. You'll be alright." She was scared, and he couldn't blame her. She was so tiny compared to him; he could only imagine what was going through her head. He planted gentle kisses on her neck and cheek. "We have to, I'm sorry." He said, resting his forehead on hers.

She shook her head again, and Declan looked over his shoulder to see one of the handlers standing behind the crowd, an indignant and impatient look on his face. He was folding a whip threateningly in his hands. He knew it would be bad for both of them if he failed to impress the room, or at the very least, get the job done. "It's ok, I've got you. I'm here." He chanted several times like a prayer as he closed his eyes and lined himself up at her entrance. She tensed, a whimper escaping her throat. With a deep sigh, he opened his eyes, willing himself to be true to his word and be there for her, even if all that meant was seeing the emotions he was causing her.

He slowly began his descent into her depths. Her eyes screwed shut and she clung to his shoulders. She was tight and hot, and despite knowing her experience of this was very different than his own, he couldn't help but think that it felt good. A small groan escaped him as he pushed deeper, carefully watching her. She remained still, braced against him, and he couldn't tell if it was anticipation or pain. He felt more resistance as he neared the end, her walls clenching against him. She whimpered as he came up against her cervix, fully seated inside her. So tight... so good.

He waited a moment, sitting inside her, letting her feel him. "ok?" he breathed into her ear, struggling to control his breathing. After a moment he felt her relax slightly, and nod. At the same agonizing speed he had entered, he retreated, and when she didn't appear to be struggling too much, he pushed back in, a little faster. She whimpered again as he hit her cervix, but otherwise just remained as she was, though her grip on him was loosening.

Out, and in again. Each time a little faster, each time learning when to stop to avoid her cervix. Small noises began to come from her with his thrusts, and her hips started to lift to meet him. Her eyes opened and the look had changed from fear to wonder. He smiled and kissed her, picking up the pace again. She moaned into his mouth, and it sent a jolt straight down to his cock. He pulled back from the kiss, and propped himself upright, hooking her legs around his arms.

He shifted his angle, and with a new, empowered feeling of lust he slammed into her, and she screamed. He stilled for a moment, and she looked up and rolled her hips, biting her lip. He grinned and began to fuck her. She cried out in time with his hard thrusts, her back arching and nails clawing at his thighs. He growled and just went faster. Soon she was bucking and writhing, and her cunt squeezed him impossibly tight -- she was cumming. He bit his tongue to keep his own orgasm at bay and fucked her through wave after wave, until she finally collapsed beneath him. breathless, he slowly pulled his still throbbing cock out of her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, running his hand down her neck and chest. "Thank you." He whispered.

There was commotion as the room apparently readied for an intermission. Ava was scooped up off the bed and taken back, presumably to the back rooms again, and the bedding was changed, and Declan was wiped down from head to toe. Through all of it, his head was in a daze, and he could barely believe what had just happened, and how he wished he had been able to cum inside her, but he knew better in this situation. Good slaves don't cum without permission. He knew the real test was coming up.

This wasn't going to be making love to a lovely young lady, this was going to be him getting used properly. He had been avoiding thinking about it, and thus far had managed by focusing on poor little Ava. But now, he couldn't help the daunting feeling creeping up his spine. He didn't exactly know what to expect, but he had a feeling deep in his gut that it was going to push him to his limit.

Soon the crowd was seated again, and to his surprise, Ava had been brought back, obviously cleaned up and more alert. He caught her eye, and she gave him a sultry smile. He couldn't help but return it. Still nude, he was guided to the center of the room near the bed, and a plain leather collar was buckled around his neck. He immediately dropped to his knees. Eyes on the ground, he waited for instruction.

A man entered the room, tall, not quite so tall as Declan, but much more broadly built. He stalked straight up to the kneeling boy, and taking his jaw in hand, looked at him. He walked circles around him, studying, scrutinizing. He then grabbed him by the hair and roughly pulled him to his feet. Declan inhaled deep breathes, trying to remain stoic and not react to the pain. He was bent over, and the man roughly fondled and prodded at his balls and hole. Declan winced a few times but managed to stay still and quiet. A dry finger forced its way in and Declan did everything he could to hold in his whimpers. The finger mercifully withdrew, and he was shoved back to his knees.

Next thing he knew he was being forced onto a thick cock stretching his jaw. The hand on the back of his head was relentless, pushing him deep until he couldn't breathe, and further. His throat burned as it attempted to expel the invasive object, tears streaming down his face. It stayed there for longer than he thought he could stand. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think -- his body began to shake with the effort not to pull away or struggle. His lungs burned, and heard the man above him laugh. He wondered if he would be made to pass out like this.

Finally, he pulled back, and Declan choked and sputtered, gasping for air. He managed to get a couple of quick gulps in before the man held him still and began fucking his face. The grip in his hair sent pain shooting down his spine, and it was all he could do not to vomit as the cock pounded into the back of his throat mercilessly. Any attempt he made to help add to this man's pleasure was futile, and all he could do was hold on for the ride and pray for the end.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he felt the man's hips begin to stutter and he thrust forward once again deep into Declan's throat, and he wasn't convinced the cock wouldn't tear right through him. His hot cum shot straight down his throat, and he couldn't even swallow around the thick intrusion. He felt the thick liquid slowly slide down his esophagus as he once again felt the burn of his struggling lungs. A whimper escaped around the cock in his throat and giving in to the torment, flicked his eyes up to silently plead for mercy.

Hearing the noise, the man did look down and caught the pathetic look, and once again laughed. "Aww, our little bitch isn't so tough now that he's got a face full of cum." Chuckles erupted throughout the room, and Declan's cheeks went red, and he was glad the tears of humiliation were masked by the tears from his gagging. He could feel drool dripping down his neck and chest, and the edges of his vision started to go black. Just as he thought he was certain to pass out, he was released and thrown to the floor. He was caught between coughing and trying to swallow the remainder of the cum in his throat, gagging and coughing, choking. He managed to get control of himself, and happened to catch sight of Ava, whose hands were clasped over her mouth and shock coloured her features. He looked away in shame.