THE DARK PRINCE
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Summary: The dark handsome Prince Chakotay rescues a
young man from the executioner’s axe by the name of
Tom Paris who is accused of murdering his father.
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He was sentenced to die and waited on the execution
block waiting for the axe to fall and he could be at
peace. The sun glistened off his golden hair matted
with sweat, fear and acceptance of his fate. With
brilliant blue eyes, his gaze swept across the skyline
for one last look at a cruel but beautiful world in
his life. Lying his head down on the block, he failed
to notice a dark handsome prince riding by on his
black stallion watching the proceedings.
The prince gestured for his manservant to find out
about the golden man on the block. His cock stirred
into life as he gazed on the golden vision in front of
him. Whatever his crime was, the prince was sure that
his punishment could be commuted into serving at his
personal slave. It had been a long time since someone
had stirred his interest for the bedchamber.
The manservant came back and reported to the prince.
“This one is sentenced to die for the death of his
father, my Lord. He confessed when they found him
bending over his father’s body still holding the knife
in his hand. The man has not said a word since they
found him and that he accepted his fate without any
“Well they are about to hear some fuss now, Bilo. I
want that golden man for myself and I intend to have
him,” The Dark Prince informed his manservant and made
the stallion walk over to the executioner.
His approach to the gallows halted the proceedings and
all bowed as they recognized their Lord and future
King. The golden man simply did not care nor did he
bow. ‘Fuck you all,’ he thought and felt a tear slide
down his beautiful face.
“I wish this one for myself, Head Executioner,” Dark
Prince informed the man in the mask, knowing he would
“My Lord, he is a murderer,” the masked man objected.
“I don’t think he did it and I will do my own
investigation of this crime. For now, he is to be
released into my care as my personal slave and I will
do with him as I see fit. Any more objections,” The
Prince asked loudly for all to hear and listened for
any complaints. There were none.
The golden blonde was helped to his feet and his hands
cuffed in front of him while he was led to the
Prince’s horse. Reaching down, the Prince grabbed the
end of the chain and fastened it to his saddle so the
young man could follow his new master. Dull blue eyes
glanced up from under the mat of stringy blond hair at
the dark man in the saddle and wondered what would
happen to him now.
“What is your name, my golden one?” The Dark Prince
asked as he urged the stallion forward at a sedate
walk so the young man could keep up with the muscle
“Tom. Tom Paris, sir.” The young man stammered out
still in shock at this sudden change of fortune and
peeked up at his rescuer from under his shock of
matted and stringy golden hair suddenly aware of how
dirty he was. ‘What did this prince want with him?’ he
“Tom Paris. Your father is Lord Paris, is he not?” The
Prince was aware of the scrutiny the younger man was
“Was, sir. He is dead and they say it was by my hand,”
he rubbed his raw wrists under the metal bands while
wishing for a drink of water. It had been two days
since he had had any food or liquid of any kind.
“Why do they say that?” His curiosity was up and he
admired the young man’s firm ass from what he could
see of it through the ripped and torn clothes.
“When I got home from the banquet, I found my father
in the study stabbed to death and I was pulling the
knife out of his chest when the local magistrate found
me. They said it was an open and shut case and that I
murdered my father. I swear I didn’t do it, sir. I
swear,” Fresh tears ran down his dirt stained face
while blue eyes gazed pleading at the Prince.
“I already said I would do some investigating of my
own. Meanwhile, you are going home with me and be my
personal body slave for the time being. I have a
hankering for long legged blondes and I believe I am
going to enjoy you for a long time to come,” He leered
at the young man who blushed when he realized what the
Prince wanted from him.
“Sir, I am a ladies man,” he protested and began to
pull on his chains in a vain attempt to get away. “I
do not go with other men, sir.”
“Whoa,” the Prince told the horse who stood still
while his man Bilo came forward to hold him.
Dismounting, the Dark Prince pulled on the chain and
brought the young man up even with him. Tom continued
to try and get away, his wrists were bleeding now and
he let out a small whimper when the Prince caught his
wrists in a strong grip.
“Where do you think you are going, my golden boy,” he
pulled the young man into his arms and studied the
frightened face under the mat of hair. “So beautiful.”
“Please,” Tom heard himself beg. He realized that he
was a couple of inches taller than his captor was, but
the Prince was a big stocky man packed full of muscle.
The intense dark eyes caught his sky blue eyes and
held them mesmerized with Tom finding his will to get
The Prince was handsome with his short black hair,
broad shoulders and the curious tattoo on the left
side of his forehead. His full lips drew Tom’s
attention and for a brief moment wondered what it
would be like to be kissed by them. Remembering who he
was he started to struggle against his captor but the
arms were too strong and he was weakened by lack of
food, drink and hardly any sleep. Easily, he was held
until he collapsed exhausted by his struggles.
Smiling, the Prince leaned over the slim man and
kissed him on the lips enjoying the sweet sensations
the pink lips were giving him. Tom whimpered in his
throat when his tears were kissed away softly and a
gloved hand rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt
to soothe him. His knees were threatening to give way
under the assault on his senses.
“Please,” Tom pleaded as he placed his restrained
wrists on the Prince’s chest in a vain attempt to stop
the burly man.
“Why, when you know it will be so good between us.
However, I will indulge you this one time, but heed
me, young Tom, in the future what I want you will give
me no questions or hesitation on your part or there
will be punishment,” the Prince warned as he swung
back into the saddle and started off without looking
back. Tom trotted along very confused by his feelings
stirring for the big dark man.
When the sun started to set, they arrived at the
castle where the Prince resided with his father the
King and the court came out to greet him. Bilo took
charge of Tom while the Prince went inside to supper
with his parents.
Bilo guided the young man to the baths in the back of
the castle so he could get cleaned up and into new
clothes. Much to Tom’s surprise his clothes were
gently removed and he was placed in a tub of hot water
and washed to within an inch of his life inside and
out. He had never been scrubbed so much in his life
and was dried just as thoroughly with soft cloths. His
hair was washed, dried, brushed and pulled back with a
soft leather tie.
New chains were fastened to his wrists and Bilo than
made him bend over so he could inspect the new
territory that the Prince would be conquering tonight.
Tom felt completely humiliated and blushed at the
scrutiny that his asshole was receiving. A cool draft
on his pink puckered opening had him shivering at the
thought of what was going to happen to him when the
Prince got hold of him.
“What was that for?” he demanded to know when he was
allowed upright again.
“The inspection was to make sure you are not diseased
in any way that could harm the Prince,” Bilo said as a
matter of fact.
“Does the Prince have a name? No one has bothered to
tell me anything about him,” Tom demanded as his anger
started to surface from his treatment and his terror
receded for a brief moment..
“He is Prince Chakotay and the next king of the land,
young one. So you would do well to watch yourself
before you end up on the block again. If you behave
and do as the prince wants you will lack for nothing.
If you misbehave, you will suffer the consequences of
your actions,” Bilo warned him as he helped him into a
light soft blue tunic that matched his eyes.
“I see. Do I have any say in my life anymore?” Tom
“No. You now belong totally to the Prince, body, heart
and soul. It will be up to him whether you will gain
your freedom or not, Tom,” Bilo led the young man out
of the baths and up several flights of stairs to the
apartments of Prince Chakotay. “Even if you are found
innocence of your father’s murder, the Prince may
decide to keep you if you please him. Than again by
the time he teaches you what he wants you to know you
may decide to stay at his side of your own accord.”
“I can’t do this,” Tom was frightened again wishing
this just a nightmare and he would wake up to find his
father alive and well and he was safe and sound back
at the Paris estates.
“Tough,” Bilo said and pushed the man into the
apartment. “You belong to the Prince.”
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