Captured by his power-hungry uncle Malik, Prince Hassan was subjected to a merciless whipping at the hands of a sadistic guard, as he resisted the new reign.
Prince Hassan’s Test of Strength - Chapter 1
by Mashatakeno
Series: Prince Hassan’s Test of Strength
CRACCKK!!
The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the chamber, followed by an agonized scream. The flickering torches lining the walls cast a warm glow on Prince Hassan’s sweat-slicked and bruised body. Once the Crown Prince of Baghdad, he was now reduced to a mere prisoner, stripped naked and spread-eagled before his tormentor. His muscular form was held in place by heavy iron shackles, his wrists secured to the ceiling while his ankles were attached to rings on the stone floor.
At 24 years old, Hassan was a strikingly handsome young man with dark hair, hazel eyes, and olive skin. His lightly-furred chest boasted defined muscles with a pronounced gap between two pecs. His shoulders were broad and strong, earned from years of combat training and horseback riding under the harsh Mesopotamian sun. A tempting trail of dark hair led down from his chiseled abs towards his groin, where his impressive manhood hung limply between powerful thighs.
“Have you been enjoying our hospitality, Your Highness?” said Hassan’s torturer, a burly guard wielding a single-tailed whip.
CRACCKK!!
Without waiting for a response, the guard brought the whip down across Hassan’s broad shoulders, leaving another angry red welt to join the dozens of others crisscrossing his back. The shackles bit cruelly into Hassan’s wrists and ankles as he thrashed against his restraints, the rusted iron rubbing his skin raw.
“The king has granted me the honor of loosening your tongue before his arrival,” the guard continued with sadistic glee. “It’s not every day that I have the opportunity to break a royal like yourself, and I intend to savor every moment of it!”
Hassan spat at his tormentor in defiance. “The king? You mean my uncle Malik? He is nothing more than a usurper! And you are only his lapdog!”
His words were met with another lash of the whip, this time striking the tender flesh of his buttocks.
“Still so cocky?” the guard taunted. “Your arrogance won’t serve you here, little prince.”
CRACCKK!! CRACCKK!! CRACCKK!!
The whip tore into Hassan’s flesh again and again, leaving vivid red stripes across his pecs, abs, thighs and buttocks. Rivers of sweat poured down his muscular torso, mixing with the blood seeping from his many wounds.
When the brutal whipping finally ceased, Hassan sagged in his bonds, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Every inch of his body screamed with pain, but he refused to let a single tear fall.
The guard circled around to face his prisoner, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He grabbed a fistful of the prince’s hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to meet his gaze.
“You’re a tough one, little prince,” he growled, his hot breath assaulting Hassan’s face. “But don’t worry, I have plenty of ways to break your spirit.”
Without warning, his hand shot out, groping Hassan’s manhood and giving his meaty balls a poweful squeeze. Hassan let out a choked gasp at the sudden violation, his body trying to recoil from the unwanted touch, but the chains held him firmly in place.
The guard’s rough hand began to stroke up and down Hassan’s flaccid shaft, coaxing it to arousal. The young prince gritted his teeth, determined not to give his tormentor the satisfaction of a reaction. However, as the stimulation continued, he could feel his cock beginning to swell and lengthen against his will.
“No... stop...” Hassan protested weakly, his voice hoarse from screaming.
The guard simply chuckled, “What’s the matter, Your Highness? Is this not to your liking?”
Hassan’s face burned with shame as his member slowly grew to its full impressive size, standing tall and erect in the guard’s calloused hand. The foreskin peeled back, revealing the glistening, swollen head of his manhood.
“Well well, look at you,” the guard taunted, eyeing the prince’s erection with a mix of lust and cruelty. “Despite all your objections, your body seems to be enjoying this.”
“N-no... I don’t... ahh!” Hassan’s protest morphed into a moan as the guard’s thumb teased the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
Seemingly satisfied with Hassan’s reaction, the guard gave the prince’s penis a few more pumps before releasing it, allowing his manhood to bob obscenely in the air.
With a wicked grin, he reached into his pocket and retrieved two thin leather straps. He looped one strap around the base of Hassan’s throbbing cock and balls, pulling it painfully tight.
The prince let out a strained gasp as the leather bit into his sensitive flesh, trapping the blood in his engorged shaft. The pressure around the base of his manhood made the stiff rod jut out even more prominently.
But the guard wasn’t finished yet. Taking the second strap, he wrapped it snugly around Hassan’s ballsack, cinching it tightly to separate the prince’s testicles from his body.
“There, that should keep you nice and hard for what comes next,” he taunted, giving Hassan’s bound genitals a cruel flick that made the young prince jerk in his bonds.
The guard walked over to a nearby table and picked up his next implement of torment – a thin, flexible cane. He swished it through the air a few times to test its suppleness. Returning to his chained and defenseless prisoner, he trailed the tip of the cane along the length of Hassan’s erect shaft, admiring the way it twitched and throbbed under his touch.
“My, what an impressive specimen you have here,” he commented, tapping the tip of the cane against the exposed cockhead. “So big and virile, befitting a young prince in his prime. That should give me plenty of space to work on.”
The guard’s eyes shifted down to Hassan’s swollen testicles, heavy and full as they hung beneath his engorged shaft.
“And look at the size of these nuts,” he continued. “I’ll make you a deal, little prince. If you beg me nicely, I’ll let you spill your royal seed after I’m done caning this pretty cock of yours. What do you say?”
Hassan’s eyes widened in horror at the lewd suggestion. “Never!” he said through gritted teeth. “I will not degrade myself by begging for anything from the likes of you!”
The guard’s face darkened with cruel amusement. “Have it your way then.”
He took up position to Hassan’s side and rested the cane against the prince’s erect penis. Hassan held his breath, bracing himself for the coming pain.
Suddenly, the heavy dungeon door swung open, drawing the attention of both Hassan and his tormenter.
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