Lessons Learned
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Adult +
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2
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Lessons Learned
“It’s time for a new lesson.” Those were always his favorite words to hear. He loved hearing them with all his heart and soul. These were lessons the like that he didn’t get when in the tutelage of his parents and those who taught the royal children. These were not the structured lessons that a prince must learn in order to one day rule. These were different lessons. Raw and unstructured. Each was surprising and new. Even after so many years of careful hidden learning at the hands of his teacher, there was always something new to learn. Something better. Something more.
At first, his parents had thought it cute. A little boy following after and clinging to the stories and the lessons taught by the aging warrior that guarded him all his young life. Stories of the outside world above the hidden castle were flights of fantasy concocted to appease an adventurous young mind so that it could be used to study properly. Yet, the danger grew as the price did. First, there was his curiosity over the sword. A weapon for only the warrior caste, and nto to be held in his royal hands. In secret, he had learned anyway, with the careful guidance of his guard. Then his interest grew beyond the flaunting of the castes. To what lay outside the palace. What lay in the Above.
Once again, his guard appeased the prince. Taking him Above, into the light to walk among the humans and see with his own two eyes all that there was to see. Never was he alone. Always, his guard was there, just beside or in front of the price, Guarding. Watching. Teaching. Pointing out to the prince new things got learn and to see. It was such meetings that caused his guard great turmoil.
As the price grew older, his parents forbade such lessons to continue. Jaunts to the Above were not proper. Lessons on swords and songs and the passionate life of a warrior were not suited for one of royal heritage. It had been a huge wound to the prince when he had been ordered not to see his guard again for such lessons. He had cried heavily that night, not knowing why, except knowing that if he were to beg for more lessons, his guard would be put to death. He had thought that would be the end of it. No longer would he jump castes and be alone with the much older warrior, No longer could he go to the Above and walk among the humans and learn of their strange ways.
But instead of stopping, lessons continued in earnest. His guard sneaking in to his chambers in the middle of the night to wake the prince and take him once more to the world outside the palace and outside the people lessons of royalty. These secret lessons became the prince’s fondest lessons. When a man more than twice his own age crept into his chamber and rousted him from his bed for a new lesson.
In the year before the prince was to become a man in the eyes of his people the lessons changed as if over night. He prince had become curious again over other things. He had seen the world of the other castes. He had seen humans. He had seen their world. He had even walked among them as one of them yet he was aware of a strange emptiness that filled him each time the guard had to leave him and the morning came.
This was how his new lessons began. Lessons of the flesh. At first, his guard and protection since birth had been unwilling. Reluctant to touch the prince. It started with kisses. After the prince had seen humans doing so. And with each lesson, the guard will yield more to the lessons he was teaching. Kisses became longer and turned to touches. No longer did he need to leave the palace to learn new things. Inside, in the comfort of his own bed, the prince was learning the knowledge of the flesh. Teaching he soaked in as he soaked in the gentle arousing touches of his protector
Still, these teaching were too slow for the liking of the prince. Always, as before, he wanted to learn more and he wanted to learn faster, In this way, as before, his pleading wore down upon his guard and touches and caresses led into deeper intimacies. He learned of the pleasure one man could obtain by taking another man into his body. Though painful at first, over time, the much older man taught the prince how to relax and how to accept the throbbing mass that was the guard. The prince learned how to use mouth and hand and hole to bring his guard to peak while finding a pleasured climax himself. Each night, the older would come in the dead of the night to spread the prince’s legs and fill him again with flesh and with passion. And each morning, the prince would wake again to find the newest love marks upon his dark flesh.
In such a way, the prince spent his remaining year in the palace. Until the very night his guard came and took him one last time into the Above where the humans dwelled. There, in the bed of humans, they said their last goodbyes. His teacher, his guard, his friend and his lover had one last lesson to teach. Given money and a means to escape, the prince was taught his most valuable lesson. His guard had freed him. Freed of the cage that was the palace. First, the guard had freed his mind, then he had freed his passions, finally, he had freed the Prince’s body. To love someone was to set them free. Such a lesson was one the Prince would never forget, all the days of his life.
At first, his parents had thought it cute. A little boy following after and clinging to the stories and the lessons taught by the aging warrior that guarded him all his young life. Stories of the outside world above the hidden castle were flights of fantasy concocted to appease an adventurous young mind so that it could be used to study properly. Yet, the danger grew as the price did. First, there was his curiosity over the sword. A weapon for only the warrior caste, and nto to be held in his royal hands. In secret, he had learned anyway, with the careful guidance of his guard. Then his interest grew beyond the flaunting of the castes. To what lay outside the palace. What lay in the Above.
Once again, his guard appeased the prince. Taking him Above, into the light to walk among the humans and see with his own two eyes all that there was to see. Never was he alone. Always, his guard was there, just beside or in front of the price, Guarding. Watching. Teaching. Pointing out to the prince new things got learn and to see. It was such meetings that caused his guard great turmoil.
As the price grew older, his parents forbade such lessons to continue. Jaunts to the Above were not proper. Lessons on swords and songs and the passionate life of a warrior were not suited for one of royal heritage. It had been a huge wound to the prince when he had been ordered not to see his guard again for such lessons. He had cried heavily that night, not knowing why, except knowing that if he were to beg for more lessons, his guard would be put to death. He had thought that would be the end of it. No longer would he jump castes and be alone with the much older warrior, No longer could he go to the Above and walk among the humans and learn of their strange ways.
But instead of stopping, lessons continued in earnest. His guard sneaking in to his chambers in the middle of the night to wake the prince and take him once more to the world outside the palace and outside the people lessons of royalty. These secret lessons became the prince’s fondest lessons. When a man more than twice his own age crept into his chamber and rousted him from his bed for a new lesson.
In the year before the prince was to become a man in the eyes of his people the lessons changed as if over night. He prince had become curious again over other things. He had seen the world of the other castes. He had seen humans. He had seen their world. He had even walked among them as one of them yet he was aware of a strange emptiness that filled him each time the guard had to leave him and the morning came.
This was how his new lessons began. Lessons of the flesh. At first, his guard and protection since birth had been unwilling. Reluctant to touch the prince. It started with kisses. After the prince had seen humans doing so. And with each lesson, the guard will yield more to the lessons he was teaching. Kisses became longer and turned to touches. No longer did he need to leave the palace to learn new things. Inside, in the comfort of his own bed, the prince was learning the knowledge of the flesh. Teaching he soaked in as he soaked in the gentle arousing touches of his protector
Still, these teaching were too slow for the liking of the prince. Always, as before, he wanted to learn more and he wanted to learn faster, In this way, as before, his pleading wore down upon his guard and touches and caresses led into deeper intimacies. He learned of the pleasure one man could obtain by taking another man into his body. Though painful at first, over time, the much older man taught the prince how to relax and how to accept the throbbing mass that was the guard. The prince learned how to use mouth and hand and hole to bring his guard to peak while finding a pleasured climax himself. Each night, the older would come in the dead of the night to spread the prince’s legs and fill him again with flesh and with passion. And each morning, the prince would wake again to find the newest love marks upon his dark flesh.
In such a way, the prince spent his remaining year in the palace. Until the very night his guard came and took him one last time into the Above where the humans dwelled. There, in the bed of humans, they said their last goodbyes. His teacher, his guard, his friend and his lover had one last lesson to teach. Given money and a means to escape, the prince was taught his most valuable lesson. His guard had freed him. Freed of the cage that was the palace. First, the guard had freed his mind, then he had freed his passions, finally, he had freed the Prince’s body. To love someone was to set them free. Such a lesson was one the Prince would never forget, all the days of his life.