A King, In Name Only - PArt 3 - The Dungeon

Chapter Three - The Dungeon

As Rem left the new King's bedroom, he was in a state of shock. He had been forced to participate in an act of such depravity that his young mind was reeling. He had expected that his uncle, the King would make life difficult for the royal siblings. But this was too much for an innocent boy to comprehend. Being paddled on his bare bottom in front of others, including servants. Being forced to clean his sister's most intimate parts in such a disgusting manner. Witnessing Cain cleaning Meglis' erect penis. The thought of it all made him feel faint. His legs were like jelly. Somehow, he managed to make it back to the kitchen without collapsing.

The dirty bowls and the tray were taken from the boy by a maid. One of the dirty bowls was filled from the slop bucket and given to Rem. As he was about to begin eating, a hand smacked him across the back of his head.

"That's not for you," the taller servant yelled. "That's for your brother."

Rem almost cried. He was so hungry that even the slops looked good to him. But he could not steal food from Aram. He returned the smelly morsel to the bowl. Rem became aware that the noisy chatter of the kitchen had suddenly stopped. All the maids and serving girls were staring at him. He looked down and realised that the bowl, held close to his chest, had caused his tunic to rise. All the girls were staring at his little cock. He could not know that most of them were virgins and had never seen a male - of any age - naked.

His face turned crimson and he tried to adjust his tunic by wiggling about. To his further embarrassment, this did not cause his tunic to drop. Instead, it caused his penis to wiggle back and forth, making some of the girls to giggle. Rem also realized that his small organ was feeling strange and for some reason was stiffening. This brought on more giggles and pointing from the kitchen staff.

Rem turned and ran out the door into the hall. He was in tears from his mortification. The two male servants quickly joined him in the hall.

"That was quite a show the little tart was putting on in there," the smaller servant said.

"Yeah," laughed the taller one. "Too bad he's never going to get to use that little thing on any of them."

Once again, Rem was puzzled by what was going on around him. He turned and followed as the two men started down the hall. It was the beginning of a long journey. By the time they reached their objective, Rem realized he was totally lost. They had travelled steadily downward into a part of the castle Rem had never seen before. Arriving at a large wooden door, the tall servant knocked.

A soldier ushered them into a large room, brightly lit by torches along the walls. More torches sat in stanchions throughout the room. It took several minutes for Rem's eyes to adjust, and as they did, he gazed in awe around him. He saw many strange contraptions made mostly of metal and wood. He had no idea what they were for but was fascinated by the various shapes and sizes. The group was joined by three other soldiers who had been stationed around the room.

Rem saw what appeared to be a body hanging on the far wall. As the group approached the figure, Rem realized that it was naked and obviously a male. Suddenly, Rem let out a small cry as he recognized the face of his brother. He could not believe what he was seeing. His brother was chained like a common criminal. How could anyone do this to him, Rem thought.

Aram looked up and tried to focus his eyes through the fog of pain. His wrists, arms and shoulders burned like they were on fire. Suddenly, he recognized the tear stained face of his brother. He was immediately both glad to see him, and fearful of what might befall them both in this awful place.

The soldiers approached the suffering boy. They unsnapped the metal rings and lowered him to his feet. Aram imediately collapsed onto the floor, landing on his front. It was only then that Rem realized that his brother was covered in his own shit.

"Oh god, that stinks," the nearest guard said. "We better clean him up before Master Cain gets here."

One of the servants left and returned with a bucket of water. It was placed on the floor next to Aram.

"Looks like this would be a good task for the young Prince, here," the servant said, motioning towards Rem.

"Yes," the soldier said. "Why should we soil our hands. Clean up your brother, boy!"

The words were loud and harsh. Rem went to the bucket of water. As he began dipping out handfuls, he realized that his naked butt was now exposed for all to see. As he wet his brother's backside and legs, he gagged at the awful smell. There was no rag, so he used his hands to mix the water with the sticky feces on his brother's bottom. Slowly and carefully, he cleaned and rinsed; loosening the clinging shit and rinsing it off with fresh water.

As embarrassed and uncomfortable as he was, he performed his task out of love for his brother. He could not remember ever touching his brother's ass. But here he was, spreading the smooth cheeks and cleaning between them. Aram, too, was embarrassed for Rem; but happy to be rid of the reeking shit that covered him. The water was cold but Aram did not care as long as it would get him clean again.

When Aram was thoroughly clean, the soldiers half dragged, half carried the weakened boy to another area of the dungeon. They placed him between four, short upright wooden pillers. Each piller had a metal chain and ring attached. Arams wrists were locked into the rings on top of two of the pillers. He had to bend forward for this, as the pillers were about four feet apart.

When that was done, the soldiers grabbed Aram's legs and lifted them until they were close to the two other pillers. After attaching the rings to Aram's ankles, they released their hold on him. The sudden pull on his legs and arms caused Aram to yell out in pain. He was now suspended face down; supported only by the rings around his ankles and wrists. The rest of his body was suspended in mid-air with nothing between it and the stone floor. His back arched painfully as the weight of his body dragged itself downward.

There was a loud noise as the door to the room was re-opened. As if on some cue, Cain strode purposefully into the room. Standing beside Aram, he addressed the young Prince.

"My, that does look uncomfortable," Cain said. "It should help with the King's plan to see that you become weak and frail. And now, I get to have a little fun with you."

With that, Cain went to a rack on the far wall. Rem saw him select something and carry it back to where Aram was hanging. Cain went to where Aram's head hung between his outstretched arms. He grabbed Aram by the hair and lifted his head so that the boy could see what he held.

"This little beauty will cause you a great deal of pain and peel some of that lovely white skin from your backside," he said.

Cain went to Aram's side. He allowed the long leather strap to dangle onto the floor. It was about six feet in length; an inch wide; and a quarter of an inch thick. He lifted the strap and lay it across Aram's smooth back. He dragged the leather up and down the supple skin so that Aram could get the feel of it.

Cain then stood back and readied himself. He took a deep breath. He was about to do that which gave him the utmost pleasure. For only the King knew that Cain could only achieve a significant orgasm while doling out pain to some hapless boy. In this case it was the Prince who would receive the pain. And, as a result, provide Cain with pleasure and satisfaction. A shudder ran through Cain's body as he raised the leather strap.

The slapping sound echoed throughout the room as it slashed across Aram's back. Followed by a scream that echoed throughout the chamber. The lash had struck Aram across the shoulder blades. The tip of it had wrapped aroound the other side of his chest; biting into, and almost ripping off his nipple. When the lash was removed, a one inch wide white strip lay neatly across Aram's back. It formed a hollow in his flesh; a raised red line forming on either side of it. The edges of the hollow soon showed traces of blood. The entire strip would eventually turn a crimson red.

Aram could not believe the pain of the blow. It had caught him completely off guard and taken his breath away. There was a one inch line of fire across his back and onto his right breast. It quickly made him forget the pain in his arms and shoulders.

With a whistle, the whip sailed through the air again; leaving a second line perfectly parallel to the other. Again, Aram's scream sliced the air, causing several of the guards to cover their ears. As the lash was withdrawn, a second line appeared; blood forming on either side. Cain was an expert in punishment and smiled as he saw that the new mark was exactly an inch from the first one. Cain silently thanked his Master for the training that had brought him to this level of skill.

As he prepared to apply the whip again, Cain was aware of the erection that now throbbed inside the baggy pants he wore. Cain continued his application of the lash to the Prince's body. He was rewarded for each stripe as Aram's body writhed from the pain; his screams echoing throughout the room.

Cain soon worked his way down the lad's tender back and was now at the top of the boys buttocks. It was then that he realised that Aram's cock had reached it's full seven inches and was tight up against the boy's belly. Maybe, thought Cain, he wasn't the only one who was gaining pleasure from the boy's pain.

The next lash of the strap caused Aram to pass out. It wrapped around his buttocks; the end smashing into the head of his erect cock. Realising this, Cain had Rem throw cold water on his brother's face. Slowly, Aram revived, staring through a fog of pain at Rem's sweet face.

Again, the lash wrapped around the boy's ass; striking his erection halfway down the shaft. As Aram screamed, a shudder ran through his body. Thin ropes of cum shot from his hard cock, spurting onto his stomach and across the stone floor. Cain could not help but laugh as his own cock throbbed even harder at the sight.

"My, my! We are having a good time, little prince," he joked.

Cain continued to punish the boy as the welts slowly progress down the backs of his legs. Several more times, Rem was called upon to revive his brother. Rem was crying and sobbing as he watched the relentless torture of his brother. He could not imagine what it felt like - or how someone could do this to another human being.

Just when Cain appeared to have completed his foul task, he returned to Aram's tortured bum. With one mighty blow, the whip slashed the boys skin deeply. The end sliced around and into the shaft of the boy's softening cock. This would be the last stroke. It had two immediate affects. First, blood spattered from Aram's skin as he passed out. Second, Cain had to steady himself as his hard cock shot his juices into the front of his pants. As usual, where punishment was involved, the orgasm was long and intense. Almost causing the 16 year old to pass out.

After he came down off his sexual high, Cain ordered the boy to be removed from his metal restraints. The soldiers carried the unconcious boy; following Cain through a door to the left of the main chamber. Inside was only one machine. Rem, who had followed the procession out of concern for Aram, stared at the contraption.

It was much the same as the four pillers that Aram had been chained to in the other room - with one exception. The open space between the pillers was replaced with a flat wooden bed. Sticking out of the bed were long, ivory colored spikes. Each spike was made of bone and had been sharpened and polished until it was extremely sharp. There were hundreds of these spikes, all spaced about an inch apart.

The soldiers carefully lifted Aram's body and laid it face down on the spikes. They attached his wrists and ankles to the four pillers. The boy's body and his full weight was resting on the sharp bone spikes. Cold water was brought in and thrown on the unconcious boy. Slowly, he aroused from his stupor. His body burned with such intense pain, he could not even identify from which part of his body it came from.

Cain moved to Aram's side. The boy's cheek rested on the spikes, with his head turned to the side.

"Sleep comfortably my sweet prince," Cain said with a smirk on his face. "But take care. Should you move around at all, these spikes will pierce your flesh - and eventually your whole body."

To emphasize his point, Cain placed his hand on Aram's cheek. He pressed downwards until several of the needles pierced the skin. Removing his hand, he lifted the boy's head and ran his finger over the pierced flesh. As he brought it away, he displayed the small dots of blood to Aram.

"Oh, and I think we have forgotten something," Cain added. "You have not eaten. And your brother has been kind enough to bring you a delicious meal."

Cain instructed Rem to get the bowl of food and to feed it to his brother. Leaving two soldiers and the two servants behind, Cain left the room. Rem set about the task of feeding a half-concious Aram. Several times he had to awaken him gently as he passed out from the constant fire that burned his entire backside. When they were done, the two servants ordered Rem to bring the empty bowl and follow them.

The door was shut and Aram was left to his nightmares. Rem shuddered as he wondered if he would ever see his brother alive again. Slowly, the three made their way back to the kitchen.

Continued in Chapter Three - Cain's History