The Diamond Prince -

In the Rough - The Chronicles of the Diamond Prince

Chapter 12 -- The Sudden Surrender

Content warning:

PTDS/anxiety, strong language, graphic sexual content, mentions of sexual non-consent/reluctance, mentions of sexual violence

"Entertain each other." Mistress said, with a wink as She slid out the door, closing it behind Herself as She left on a three-day journey to a conference. Her new favorite toy and Her faithful right hand were left to their own devices, behind the door of Her chambers. This was the first time Mistress had authorized Nix to use Declan alone, and Declan was scared. He trusted Nix but he couldn't shake his irrational anxiety.

Phoenix had watched many times as the Lady had used Declan's slight body to pleasure herself, and how he gave everything he had into her. He'd seen every rippling muscle and every beautiful groan. The boy was talented, and selfless, and beautiful. Phoenix wanted to make him feel as gorgeous as he looked - and he wanted to feel that skin, those muscles, that mouth.

Declan turned to Phoenix and saw the look in his dark chocolate eyes immediately- and he knew he was getting fucked. He was nervous, scared of what side of Phoenix this would bring out. He'd been fucked before, at all his other owners' whims, he was a party favor to be passed around and used by guests, owners, and even more senior slaves, so why would here be any different. He'd naively thought that Phoenix might someday be his friend, but it was childish dreaming. The look on Nix's face now told him all he needed to know. He was a toy, a hole to be used, even to his peers. He just prayed that Phoenix would be merciful and quick- take what he needed and not drag it out for his own sadistic pleasure.

He sighed, and resigned, dropping to his knees and assuming a submissive pose; offering himself willingly, in hopes it might gain him some leniency from the torture to come. He held his breath, biting his tongue to keep the tears from falling. He remembered the way his former master rewarded his head slave the more sadistically he tortured the underlings. He had passed on every torture done to him tenfold beneath him. Flashes of his previous suffering clouded his vision; the voice of his tormenter ringing in his ears, all ominous threats and laughs. Ghosts of pain wracked his body as he remembered the large hands that beat him down and the cock that fucked him dry until he bled.

He was brought out of his thoughts by an unexpectedly gentle hand on his jaw. He couldn't stop a tear from slipping through his closed eyelid, landing on that very hand.

"Look at me." Nix's voice demanded, albeit gently. Declan's eyes flicked up obediently and met soft brown eyes gazing down at him. "You're shaking." It was more like a question than a statement. Declan once again averted his eyes. Nix could feel the fear and anxiety bubbling through Declan's body and he tried to will his way in, tried to soothe the impending panic attack he knew was coming.

"I'm sorry, Sir." He said under his breath, willing himself to still. He knew he should pretend to enjoy it, but he was so scared.

"Hey..." Phoenix clasped his hands on either side of Declan's face, gently urging him to stand. "It's okay sweetheart. You're going to be okay." Once Declan was standing, he wiped the remainder of the tear from his pale cheek, before several more followed. Phoenix's heart shattered at that moment. He knew that this broken doll would do anything commanded of him without question and had done so too many times in the past for people who didn't appreciate it. The way those beautiful green eyes had begged for mercy without him saying a word told an entire life story.

Something had obviously caused the trauma to resurface, and he would do anything to make it go away if he could. He pulled the boy into a tight hug, holding him close, hoping he would understand that he was safe and cared for. He breathed a sigh of relief when the boy's arms wrapped around him to return the hug, and a huge sob wracked his frail body. "It's alright, no one is going to hurt you, Bright Eyes. I've got you." He whispered into Declan's ear, running his hands soothingly up and down his back.

After some time, the sobs stopped, and Nix shifted them, still embraced, to the sofa in the little sitting area of the room. Once seated, they finally pulled away. Declan's beautiful eyes were dense and puffy from tears, fatigue etched in every inch of his skin. Phoenix leaned back against the arm of the couch, creating a perfect nook for Declan to rest in, should he choose. He gestured invitingly, and after only a moment's hesitation, Declan accepted, snuggling into Phoenix's side, his hand and face on his chest.

With a kiss to the top of Declan's head, Phoenix ran his hands all over the boy's body soothingly, whispering comforting words. He could feel the tension drain out of the body in his arms, his energy melting back into his calm, content state and mixing with Nix's once more, and he was so glad for it. The boy had been through so much. He did not want to be another source of anxiety for him. "I've got you baby - it's going to be alright."

Declan woke to darkness, the only light coming from the embers of a nearly extinguished fireplace. He could feel the heat from Nix's body, the gentle bass of his heartbeat. The soft light just outlined his sharp features as he slept - his arms still around Declan's body protectively. Something stirred deep in Declan's gut, and for the first time, he had a feeling like, he

wanted

Nix to use him. He wanted to show Nix his gratitude and that he was worthy - worth whatever sacrifice Declan had to make.

He couldn't explain or understand it, but he wanted Nix to know that he would bend the knee to him, slave or not. He shifted his position slightly, watching to see if Phoenix would wake - he didn't. He gazed at this man - up and down his long form... his eyes landing on the expanse of skin exposed by the undone buttons of his shirt. He had the unstoppable urge to lean forward and touch it, lick it, kiss it.

His lips met Nix's skin and it felt like a magnet, he couldn't pull away if he tried. Every touch of their connection was like a spark and Declan

craved

it. He planted small kisses on every bit of skin he could see, and even dared deftly undo another button to expose more. Kisses eventually turned to lapping - gentle touches of his tongue, tasting the man below him. He wanted more. The salt and sweat and all that was

him

began to claw at something in Declan's chest.

His kisses and licks became more fevered, more passionate, more needy - until he suddenly found himself out of breath, and face to face with a very awake Phoenix. They locked eyes for a moment - both searching for answers, and then, the gravity shifted. Declan's eyes asked the question, and Phoenix's answered. Nix leaned forward, his hand cupping Declan's jaw with a feather-light touch.

Declan's eyes fluttered closed, and their lips met. It was gentle, reverent... and then it wasn't. The connection was rolling, crashing like tidal waves against their insides, perfectly blended in a feeling neither had experienced. Hands began to roam, and tongues touched. Neither could tell how they got there, but they found themselves on the bed, Phoenix pinning Declan down, hips grinding together.

Declan marveled at the man looming above him. His gentle eyes reassured him, and he trusted Nix with his life in that moment. He wanted to give Nix everything, be anything he needed. The feeling of Nix's hard cock rubbing against his was intoxicating. This was the first time he had truly been

hard

for a man. He's never really had the opportunity. He's so used to being forced into being a hole for use he barely has time to think about what he wants.

Women usually take their time, enjoy the body they are using - and in turn, he can often enjoy it too. But with men, they want in and out as fast as possible and they don't care to make it sensual. But this, this is different. Nix is looking at him like he is worth looking at, like he truly wants him, not just to fuck, but to hold and to keep. Nix is touching him, holding him, savoring the moment as much as he is. He's ripped from his thoughts as Nix's tongue traced circles down his neck, and a moan escaped Declan's throat. Nix shivered at the sound and repeated the action, with the same result.

Declan began bucking up into Nix, trying to gain friction between them. He can't stop the word from slipping between his lips... "Please..." he moaned, his eyes shut and back arched - and how could Nix refuse such a beautiful request. Nix palmed over Declan's erection, grinning as Declan keened and arched harder. He looked so precious, so young, so needy beneath him. Even though he had seen it before, he was suddenly desperate to see Declan's body. He tore away any clothing he had left on in record time and took his time drinking in the gorgeous expanse of skin. He'd never seen anything before Declan's injuries, so to Nix, this was just Declan. His eyes roamed each scar, and gently traced them with his fingertips.

After a moment, Declan's eyes grew wary, self-conscious, and Phoenix needed to pull himself together. He locked eyes with the boy and stated, with certainty, "What a work of art you are. So beautiful." Before Declan could respond, he dove back in for a bruising kiss, bodies pressed together passionately. He began to work his way down the boy's body, slowing at his hard cock. he lathed his tongue up and down it, savoring the scent and texture. he could hear and feel Declan squirming under his touch, and it suddenly occurred to him - "Has anyone ever sucked you off before?"

Declan stilled suddenly, his eyes snapping to meet Nix's. His breathing quickened, but his eyes told the story once again.

"...no. Sir." He said while averting his eyes. He looked like he might be searching for a way to explain, but he need not. Nix could feel the boy's anxiety and shame creeping in, attempting to split the connection, but he held strong. Nix knew, a young, pretty slave boy would be the one doing all the sucking- not the other way around. He shook the image of Declan's mouth around his own member out of his mind and grinned, his pride swelling at the thought of what he could do to this boy.

He lapped at the head of the perfectly pink tip, taking in the taste of his pre-cum. Declan was so sensitive, so inexperienced in receiving pleasure, it was endearing and so very erotic. he slowly wrapped his lips around the head and slid down, running his tongue over all he could. Declan seemed ready to lose himself already. His body was tense and his breathing shallow, and he moaned so beautifully as Nix began to bob his head up and down on the young man's shaft. Nix wished he could tell Declan how good he was and how gorgeous he looked like that, alas, his mouth was busy. Instead, he used his hands to hold down Declan's hips and steady himself. He picked up his pace- expertly working the boy to his edge.

Soon, Declan was there, nearly screaming in time with Nix's pumps, and then those magic words- "Please, please I'm going to cum, please let me cum." Nix flicked his eyes up to Declan and gave him a reassuring pat on the belly as he redoubled his efforts, sucking his cheeks in to add to the friction. "AH fuck! OH, fuck, fuck... oh my gods..." Declan's words and noises rang in Nix's ears like music. He knew the kid had rarely, if ever in his life had someone pay attention to him and focus on his pleasure. "Thank you." Declan panted out between gasps for air. "Thank you, Nix-SIR!..." Nix crawled up to cover Declan's body with his own. "Shh." he hushed, placing a finger gently to the boy's lips. "It's okay. I've got you." Declan's arms flung around Nix so fast he barely registered it. The boy clutched to Nix like he was his last lifeline, and Nix embraced it. This sweet thing was going to be the death of him.

Soon, the boy was back to himself, and even sooner, begging with his body to repay the favour. He was bucking and grinding and moaning, reaching for Nix's pants. Nix smirked, avoiding all the boy's pleas. He wasn't done yet- he wanted to give Declan something he needed. He knew the boy could suck dick, a slave at his age could do it in his sleep. He knew the boy could be a cum dump, it's what he was born to do. He was trained to be appealing, appear horny... Nix could see through this act like glass. What he deserved, was a sexual

partner

. Someone who would put their own needs aside to pleasure him. Nix knew that Declan felt like he owed Nix, and he would repay, but in Nix's own time, his way. He wanted to show Declan that he could feel good too.

Nix looked down at the writhing body beneath him, desperate for contact, begging to be used, trying to appear as the best slut he could, and he refused it all. Instead, he reached out with lightening reflexes and grabbed the boys jaw, stilling him instantly. "Stop." And the boy did. Nix gazed into the boys deep green eyes and commanded, "Roll over." The boy paled; visibly swallowing his nerves, but obeyed. Nix stripped himself bare before beginning to run his hands over the bare expanse of Declan's backside. He could feel the tension in his small body. He could feel Declan trying to shut down, slink away into slave space and escape, but Nix's connection, infused in Declan's held, and Nix willed him to stay with him.

Nix crawled up and laid himself over Declan, every inch of skin possible touching. He whispered in his ear, "Easy baby, it's okay. You're mine, I've got you." and the body below him relaxed. His breathing slowed. "Good boy." And any remaining tension melted away. "Trust me, sweet one." Nix planted a kiss on the back of Declan's neck and began his descent lower, teasing his way down his spine until he reached his destination. He planted a few light kisses to Declan's lower cheeks before running his tongue up the cleft. He drank in every shiver and quake the boy gave him.

Declan struggled to control his shaking as Nix's tongue edged closer to his entrance. He had eaten ass so many times, but never understood why his masters' liked it. Now that Nix was so tantalizingly close, he was curious to find out. Nix had shown him more selfless pleasure in one day than he had known his whole life, and if this was somehow how he died, he would gladly take it. As that skilled tongue grazed his hole, he couldn't help but whimper. It brought back the awful memories, but also, new sensations. He'd had many objects and body parts there, but never a tongue, and the more Nix pushed, lapping and circling, the more he felt himself harden once more. It felt like something new, something he wanted more of.

He moaned and arched back into Nix's face, and his cheeks reddened at how needy and slutty he must seem, but he couldn't stop. Nix only gripped his hips tighter and pushed harder, forcing his tongue inside that tight circle he'd been aiming for. Declan moaned again, going slack in Nix's hands. "...please..." was the only word he could manage as Nix withdrew. Once again, Nix pinned him to the bed with his body, his lips brushing his ear.

"Good boy." he whispered as he reached for the bedside table and opened a bottle of lube. "Don't worry sweetheart, I've got you."

Declan moaned as Nix's words hit his ears. His body was responding in ways he didn't know possible. He knew that whatever Nix had planned would hurt, maybe break him, but at least he was kind enough to use lube at all. He considered himself the luckiest slave boy alive to be given the privilege of a blow job and a lubed fucking by his superior.

"Thank you, Sir." Declan said into his elbow, trying to squash the nervousness he felt. He didn't want to seem ungrateful for the kindness he had already been shown today, and if he was going to get fucked, this man was one who deserved to take him.

"shh baby, You're okay. Just relax." Nix cooed as he slid his slick fingers up and down the crack of his new favourite boy's ass. "It's okay. I've got you." He began circling that tight ring of muscle he wanted so badly to penetrate but would wait forever for.

Declan whimpered at the touch of fingers at his entrance, but his body soaked in the affectionate words of the man above him. Nix was so kind, so gentle. He couldn't stand the thought of disappointing him. He thrust his hips to indicate he was ready for whatever Nix had for him. he felt the pressure of a finger entering him, and he prepared for pain, but he felt none.

Nix's finger slid so gently in, slowly opening him. Nix eased his way inside with excruciatingly slow speed until he bottomed out to his deepest knuckle. "You ok doll?" he asked calmly, gently. Declan nodded, not chancing a glance back. "Alright baby, Let's get some movement here." Nix began sliding his finger in and out slowly, just gently changing the angle now and then to get a feel for the boy's organ.

Declan sighed in relief as the pain never came - the feeling was mild and gentle, caring. After some time, he found himself chasing the hand that toyed with him. He couldn't explain why he wanted more, when he knew more would hurt, but he wanted it. He began to whimper. Nix could feel the edges of his boy's nervousness, but also blooming excitement and lust, and he soaked it in. He smiled as the boy melted in his hands. He went from scared bunny to needy slut so quickly. His ass chased the feeling of his finger, and his throat told him that he wanted more.

"okay baby, I'll give you more. It's okay, let me know if it hurts too much." and with that, Nix pulled out, and pushed forward with another finger.

Declan squeaked in an undignified fashion as he felt the second digit enter him. it hurt, but not like he remembered. It was just a slight burn and compared to the pleasant warmth of the body laying over him, it was nothing. The two fingers gently and slowly pushed inside, increasing that feeling of fullness, and as much as it was uncomfortable, it felt right. After a few pumps, Declan found himself starting to grind back against that hand again.

"Okay sweetheart, okay. This isn't going to be fun anymore. remember, I've got you. I'm here, okay? It's okay. Here we go." Nix said with a slow exhale. He slicked up his fingers again and began to push three into that tight heat that he was dying to fuck.

Declan's eyes shot open as the new intrusion pushed past his outer ring. He knew he choked out a cry of some kind, but the pressure continued, and he was glad. It hurt, but he could take it. Now it felt real, like it was finally happening. The dream has stopped. But, as the pressure increased and the fingers slid in and out, the pain dulled, and it became, tolerable. He relaxed under Nix again. How was he

doing this

?

Nix felt his boy tense at the discomfort of the third finger, a shot of pain winding through the connection, and he ever so gently pulled back, running his other hand over the boy's back. He continued to work the fingers in and out, back and forth, until Declan finally relaxed under him. "Good boy." he purred, genuinely proud.

Declan sighed with a smile as his body accepted what Nix was offering. His words were just a sweet topping to the treatment he was already receiving. This was okay, he could handle this. Gentle pets, sweet words... he didn't understand how Nix benefitted from any of this, but he wasn't one to question it, not when it made him feel so treasured. and then, his entire world shifted at once. Nix crooked his fingers inside him, and he saw stars. A silent scream etched on his face; he knew he had no voice. Nix had touched something inside of him that made him lose control of his body.

Nix grinned as Declan's body twitched and writhed as he flicked his fingers over the boy's prostate, and felt a wash of pleasure writhe between them. He nearly drooled watching him claw at the sheets and buck his hips. Nix leaned forward, still working that delicate gland, "That's my good boy, you like when I make you feel good?" he growled into his ear.