Kors slapped his arms.
“Hands removed! And legs! Lift them up!”
He grabbed Arel by the ankles, tying them together with his pants. Forcing him to tear his feet off the floor and bend his knees, he tied them to the table leg behind the prince’s back. Arel arched up, heaving himself up, helping himself with his hands, but Kors finished and again unhooked his fingers from the tabletop by tying his wrists there, behind his back.
“Sit, Arel, sit! Make yourself comfortable.”
Arel endured and allowed him to do all this, until, finally, Kors shook him several times, lifting and lowering him on the table leg, and only then, unable to bear it, Arel shouted:
“No! No! Don’t do it!”
“So I'm right, and there, in the ass, you have something. Hop, Arel! You see, he can close you from head to toe, but I'll still figure out how to fuck you!”
Arel looked at Kors with some horror:
“Please, Kors, let go… I have to…” he closed his eyes in pain, his breathing was interrupted, “not this way…”
“Not this way?” Kors grinned and stretching out his hand patted the prince's ring. Arel again tried to arch, dodge. Any movement hurt him. He sat on the edge of a four-sided leg and couldn’t move, the stick inserted into him dug deeper and deeper into his insides.
“This mask and this ring suit you. It is threaded through your nose, I hope? Was it painful?”
“Nik… he will see everything, no…” Arel barely uttered these words.
“See your ripped ass and wonder how I did it, despite the chastity belt? Do you think I'm afraid of him? For God’s sake! I'll leave a message for him myself, right on you! There is still some space left.”
And taking a pencil with a rod soaked in black dye, Kors wrote on Arel's chest: “Before my name was a stupid handsome prince, now I am a thing of a demon named Nikto.”
“Let him read it, he will like it.”
“Kors, the key is in my pants pocket, you can open the mask, Ver gave it… Nik allowed… let me go… in another way…” Arel’s voice was hoarse, “I will give you pleasure in another way.”
“The key? He allowed? You will give me pleasure? Gods, how done you are, and I still felt sorry for you, you idiot!”
But Kors nevertheless untied the prince, and he, on stiff legs, got off the table leg. Behind him, blood oozed from under the leather and metal of his chastity belt.
“Well, I'm letting you go, although I planned to leave you like that for the night, so that you howl. I want to see how you decided to please me,” Kors smiled.
Arel straightened his crumpled trousers, took a key from his pocket and handed it to Kors. The prince's hand trembled a little from the tension he had just experienced.
“What should I do with it?” Kors asked.
Arel went to the platform on which the bed stood, knelt down sideways to Kors, bowed his head:
“Open the lock, unfasten the buckle and pull out the laces,” he said.
Kors rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but nevertheless walked over and inserted the key into the padlock.
“Well, come on, I'm wondering what you came up with,” he opened the lock, buckle and pulled out a tight lacing.
“Wait,” Arel turned, pulling his pants off Kors, touching his cock, and Kors let him do it. He stood and watched Arel stroking his cock with his gloved hands, and waited for what would happen next.
“I understand that you want to suck me off, but I don’t understand how you’re going to do it,” said Kors, and his cock became erect.
