THE DARK PRINCE
Part: 3/? Work in progress
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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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Disclaimer: They belong to Paramount and I just take
them out for playtime and than put them back although
sometimes I keep them over night. No monetary gain
Tom felt every minute of helplessness and lust for the
next three hours before the Prince came back. His cock
was so rock hard that it hurt when time passed and
there was no relief for the pressure on his balls. It
was an eternity before Tom felt hands on his body
softly stroking his cock urging him to release to
orgasm so powerful he passed out in relief. Chakotay
smiled at the limp body beneath him. A few sessions
like this and the young man would be eating out of his
hand so to speak.
Releasing the restraints, Chakotay tenderly bathed the
sweat and semen off the pale body kissing the soft
skin with reverence. Tossing the cleaning cloths to
one side, he gathered the golden man into his arms and
went to sleep dreaming of taking him on the campaign
to keep him company on the long cold nights.
In the morning, Tom found himself wrapped around the
Prince with his head resting in the crook of
Chakotay’s shoulder. He tried to move slightly and
found big arms tightening their grip on him and soft
lips kissing the top of his head. His body was
exhausted but strangely alert and every movement was
sensuous sending the intense feelings straight to his
“So beautiful,” Chakotay opened his eyes and regarded
the wary blue eyes gazing at him. “I have waited long
enough for you, Tom. I will make you mine this
Tom felt trapped by the intensity of those dark eyes.
“Roll over, baby and lay on your stomach,” Chakotay
urged him gently.
He rolled over onto his stomach and cradled his head
in his arms trying to keep his panic at bay and fears
from upsetting the Prince. A pair of board hands began
to massage the tight muscles in his shoulders and
slowly he began to relax under the skilled digits.
Nearly in a light doze from relaxing, Tom didn’t
notice as the hands began to drift down his back to
more erotic spots on his body.
Chakotay let hand gently slide down the cleft of the
pale firm butt cheeks until he reached the pink
puckered opening that beckoned. Feeling the muscles
tense up under him, he began to rub Tom’s lower back
to soothe him. “No danger, baby. Just the road to
delight, my golden one.” The bronze man crooned to the
younger man who was shivering in fright.
Blue eyes filled with fear stared at his pleadingly
and yet there was a instant flash of arousal in them
that Chakotay saw and knew with a little coaxing that
arousal could be there for a long time to come.
Reaching for a bottle of oil, he poured a generous
amount down the cleft of Tom’s ass and tenderly
massaged the area around his opening. Glancing up, he
saw Tom’s eyes were closed and his fists were opening
and closing with the tension and his face was stained
with a bright pink flush. Stroking the smooth back,
the muscles gradually relaxed and Tom’s breathing
He slipped his oiled index finger into Tom’s tight
hole and received a small whimper of need as the heat
spread through the younger man of arousal and need.
Keeping the stroking of Tom’s lower back going, he
slowly prepared the younger man until he was up to
four fingers in that lovely pale ass probing and
stretching the tight muscles. Satisfied that the
golden man was ready, Chakotay withdrew his fingers
and liberally coated his long dark cock with oil
letting it tickle between his balls as well.
Slowly he filled Tom’s hot tight channel with his cock
and let him adjust to the fullness in his ass before
departing on a long slow rhythm that him thrashing
mindlessly beneath his big body. Tom had never known
of such pleasure and gave himself over to the
sensations whimpering and groaning out his enjoyment.
Chakotay increased his pace and hit that special spot
sending Tom into his own orbit and coming without
anyone touching him. Within mere moments of that,
Chakotay himself came with a roar collapsing on top of
the younger man.
It was a long while before either one had any strength
Captain Donato of the King’s Royal Guard rode to the
Paris estates with a small contingent of loyal
soldiers to him to investigate the death of Lord Paris
and the suspect, his own son, Thomas Eugene Paris, who
was now in the custody of the Prince until the
investigation was complete. After hearing the story
from his Prince, Donato was of the same mind that the
young man was innocent, but the real murderer needed
to be found and the motive to the death.
Lord Paris had already been buried by the time Donato
arrived on the estates, but the local magistrate still
had the knife in his possession, which he gratefully
turned over to the Captain of the Guard and relieving
him of the responsibility of finding the killer. The
Captain spent the rest of the day questioning the
staff about the Lord’s only son and the whereabouts of
everyone on the night of the murder.
Bringing the knife with him back to the palace,
Captain Donato had several questions of his own for
young Lord Paris and no one could place him on the
night of his father’s death. Plus his latest fact that
the knife was from Tom’s collection. It didn’t look
good for the young man after all. This was going to
take some thinking on the Captain’s part, but he did
love a good riddle to solve.
Tom glanced shyly at the man asleep beside him and
wondered again how lucky could he get and how things
in your life could change in an instant. If the Prince
had not come for him he would have been dead and
missed out on how wonderful the love of another man
could be. He was hoping the death of his father would
never be solved and he could stay here in Chakotay’s
arms forever. Sighing softly, he fell back to sleep
with a tear running down his cheek.
His dreams started again. Coming home late at night,
no one noticed as he entered the main house from the
side door hoping to reach his bed before his father
found out he was with the neighbor’s daughter again.
Erin was a girl with a body that wouldn’t quit, only
he couldn’t figure out why his father objected to the
two of them marrying. It would combine the estates and
make the Paris family even more powerful in the land.
Creeping down the hall, he noticed the light was on in
his father’s study and peeked in out of curiosity. It
was quiet and there were no sounds of the feather pen
scratching away at the ledgers that his father kept so
meticulously. Entering the room he saw that his
father’s white haired head slumped on the desk with
his face turned to the side and the lips were blue.
Fear drove his feet to his father’s side as he lifted
the body and saw the knife sticking out of his chest
and the blood that pooled on the desk and on the
“Father,” he cried and knew that his beloved father
would never speak to him again. They had been the best
of friends for a long time outside of his choice in
chasing women around the countryside.
He couldn’t bear the thought of that hideous blade in
his father’s chest so he was gently pulling it out
when the magistrate walked in and found him. The shock
of their accusations sent him into shock and he had
stayed that way not noticing the hasty trial and only
vaguely hearing the sentence of his death by axe until
a certain dark haired man with a strange tattoo on his
forehead made him wake up.
“NO!” he screamed and was relieved to find a set of
strong arms holding him safely while he wept for the
loss of his father.
“Shusss, Tom. No one will hurt you. I’m here, beloved.
Go back to sleep. I will keep watch,” Chakotay
couldn’t stand to see the tears from the blue eyes he
was falling in love with and his heart lurched in
response to the younger man’s suffering. He felt Tom
relaxing and going back to sleep holding on to him
In silence they ate dinner and sat on the divan
snuggling and kissing before going to bed. Chakotay
slowly undressed his golden man sliding his hands up
and down the lean body. He loved the soft feel of
Tom’s skin under his hands.
“Tell me you love me,” Chakotay said to the man lying
beneath his stocky body.
A soft voice whispered shyly back, “I love you.”
Hearing that Chakotay removed his own clothes and
started making love to the moaning man beneath him.
When he felt that Tom was ready, he gently prepared
him for entry until it was time to start thrusting
into the warm and flush body. Thrashing under him, Tom
moaned and arching his body each time Chakotay hit
that little special place. He came with a muffled cry
and a moment later he felt Chakotay released his
fluids deep into his lover’s bowels. Pulling Tom into
his arms afterwards, they drifted off to sleep.
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