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Jon knelt on the plush rug, his knees spread wide, arms extended out in front of him, chest and face pushed to the ground. This position left his arse high in the air, his balls and caged cock on full display for anyone to walk in and see. The golden cage encasing his penis had been shaped like a lion, mouth open in a roar to allow him to piss, yet still prevent him from getting hard.
It was a position he was well used to. Over a year he'd spent in Cersei’s service, learning and experiencing things he never knew existed. The queen had found him the night of the welcoming feast and begun her quest to bend him to her will, eventually taking him south when the royal party left Winterfell. Jon liked to think he’d put up a good struggle, but what was a bastard to do when the queen demanded things of him, granted him such pleasure, let him serve her personally?
He'd become well acquainted with the queen's personal chambers, having spent many nights there for her use. Cersei had very particular tastes and Jon found himself eager to let her feast on him. It was like nothing he'd ever heard of, yet it was greater than the tales he'd heard from other men. Toys and instruments were a regular part of their time together, and none more prominent than the cage he wore.
Of all they'd done, that had earned the most vehement protest from him. The thought of locking away his manhood appalled him, but Cersei had shown him the light. Her pleasure was paramount, her happiness was the most important. Jon had learned to bask in her climaxes and appreciate her satisfaction. In return, on occasion, he was granted the freedom to orgasm. The long periods between them meant he was often left breathless and shaking in the aftermath, watching dazedly as the queen reattached his cage. The denial only left him more eager to please her and earn the next one.
All of their time together had allowed him to settle his early nerves and apprehensions from when they started. Tonight, though, would involve a twist. So he waited, listening to the muffled voices in the queen's solar, the thick oak door preventing him from understanding the conversation taking place on the other side. Jon tried to take deep breaths and relax, knowing it was out of his hands anyway. What the queen wanted, she got, and so he kneeled in anticipation for her to return with her guest.
It grew quiet for a moment before he heard a gasp; higher and lighter than the queen's. Jon resisted the urge to move, his body tensing as the door closed and locked behind him.
"Come, my dear. It's alright," Cersei murmured behind him. Jon took a deep breath as feet shuffled across the floor. "Take a good look. This is where men belong; kneeling before us, before you."
"Mother, I-" another voice said. Myrcella, Jon realized with a jolt. The queen's daughter was behind him, staring at him. "Is that Jon?"
"It is. Doesn't he look perfect like this?" Cersei crowed.
Jon could see their feet standing to his left, but he stayed still. His cock began to swell, the gold cage around it preventing him from achieving an erection. It ached and he grit his teeth, determined not to make a noise, to be good.
"I don't understand," Myrcella said quietly. She had always been a sweet girl, sweeter than Joffrey by far. Jon was curious whether looks were all she shared with her mother, or if her sexual tastes had carried over as well. "Why are you showing me this?"
"To help you understand," Cersei said soothingly. "It took me many years of pain and struggle to understand the power I held. I want you to learn it early, to wield it so you never experience what I have. The key is very simple. On your back, bastard."
Jon moved quickly, despite the soreness and stiffness of his limbs from holding his position. He turned over, laying on his back, his arms tucked in at his sides. Like this he could see the queen and princess; Cersei smiling in obvious glee, and Myrcella watching him with wide eyes and a blush. Cersei crouched, pulling her daughter's hand gently to bring her down as well. He was exposed to their gaze, every inch of him shaven smooth like a boywhore at the queen's order.
"Do you see?" Cersei asked, grabbing his cock and balls. Jon bit his lip and swallowed the groan fighting up his throat as she squeezed. "Men are simple creatures, led by their cocks. Take control of that and they become pliable and submissive, eager to please. Jon was all pride and fire when we met, now he lives to serve me, as he should."
He watched Myrcella's face, the multitude of expressions which slid over it; surprise, disgust, confusion, excitement, intrigue, lust. All of that and more before her eyes trailed away from his caged manhood and up to his face.
"Is that true?" she asked softly. "Has my mother broken you so?"
Jon looked at Cersei for approval to speak, waiting until she nodded slightly. "Yes, princess. I live to serve."
Cersei smiled proudly and squeezed again, making Jon's legs tense in a clashing mix of pleasure and pain. She let him go, then slapped his balls sharply. Jon inhaled sharply as Myrcella gasped, looking at her mother with shocked eyes.
"You must have a firm hand. There can never be any doubt that you are in control. Punishments must be swift and exacting, and doled out even when he's been performing well. He must never forget the consequences for disobedience."
Jon swallowed heavily as the queen stood, her daughter moving with her. His heart raced as they stared down at him. For all the nights he'd spent like this, it had only ever been the two of them. Now, though, it was changing and he wondered what exactly the queen's intentions were.
"I want you to use Jon as a learning experience," Cersei said, placing her hand on Myrcella's shoulder. "He is well trained and obedient. With him, you can practice exerting your control and feel the pleasure that is possible when you guide a man properly."
Myrcella turned to stare at her mother, mouth slightly ajar. Jon held his composure only slightly better. He'd never expected such a thing, but the thought of it made his cock ache against its cage in eager excitement.
"Are you sure?" Myrcella asked tentatively.
"Certainly. Consider it my gift to you. But I won't leave you completely in the wind. I'll provide a very thorough demonstration of his abilities, of how best to use him," Cersei replied. She took her daughter's hand and pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed. Cersei looked at him and snapped her fingers, pointing at their feet. "Here."
Jon quickly rolled to his hands and knees, crawling over to kneel before both of them. He settled with his knees slightly spread, hands turned up on his thighs. Without warning, Cersei's hand connected with his cheek, the sharp sound of it loud in the quiet room. The sting fled straight to his cock, making it pulse against its confines. Myrcella gasped again, staring between the two of them.
"First lesson; establish yourself. See how he kneels before us? That's how you must picture him, as beneath you. Doling out pain helps keep him attentive; slaps, spanks, whips, and paddles. All of it can be used to ensure he is focused on only you." Her foot nudged against his swollen balls. "And he will learn to love it. He will crave the pain, the knowledge that your attention is on him will make his cock hard and ready, when it isn’t caged, of course."
Jon breathed deeply as her foot dropped away, his whole body tense and ready for the next assault or order; whichever arrived first. He couldn't even pretend to argue with Cersei's words, for she was right. It had not taken long at all for him to become greedy for her attention, be it pain or pleasure. Recently, she had begun to make him orgasm through the pain, making him desperate for anything at all in pursuit of that ecstasy.
"Go on, hit him," Cersei encouraged. Myrcella looked at her mother for a long moment before turning to him and slapping his other cheek. It was soft, barely anything after the previous strike. Cersei scoffed. "Put some force into it, he can take it, I promise."
Myrcella nodded, her eyes never leaving him as she wound up and swung again. Jon's head turned with the force of it, shuddering as his manhood ached from the sting. She had struck nearly on top of where her mother had, and he knew it would likely bruise in the morning. The thought only fed his arousal.
"That's it," Cersei said encouragingly. Her other hand lashed out and caught his cheek, a quiet whimper escaping from his lips. Jon tensed in fear, but whether she didn't hear him or her mood was too good to be dampened, there was no punishment. "The next way to exert your control is through orders and humiliation. What do you think you could have him do that would please you and embarrass him?"
Myrcella looked thoughtful as she stared down at him. Jon could feel his cock straining against its cage as he looked at the beautiful young girl. He practically preened under her gaze, wanting to impress her.
"I don't know," she finally said, turning to look at her mother.
"Watch," Cersei said, looking down at him. "Kiss my feet."
Jon hurried to obey, shuffling back to prostrate himself before them as he had been when they entered. He nudged his head under Cersei's skirts, his lips quickly finding and kissing her feet encased in silk stockings and slippers. His lips traversed from her toes to her ankle. As he worked, her skirts were lifted, revealing him to both women, but he didn't care, his attention solely focused on the task assigned to him.
"This is true control," Cersei murmured to her daughter. Jon kept his eyes down as he switched to her other foot. "All that strength, all that power, meaningless in the face of his need to please me. Bent to my will in hopes of a momentary relief."
Jon sat back on his heels once he'd finished, looking up at the two royals for his next order. He could feel his pulse in his throat, his manhood aching against the golden lion keeping him in check. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to be good, to please the women before him.
"Jon," Myrcella said suddenly. His eyes snapped to her, meeting emerald eyes so familiar and yet different. "Kiss my feet."
He ducked back down, bending low over her small feet before either of them could see the smile on his face. The silk was smooth beneath his lips as repeated the movements he'd done on her mother. Jon heard her gasp at his reaction, the way he pressed his lips to her feet softly for a moment before moving up slightly and doing it again. It filled him with pride that he had brought about that kind of reaction from her.
"Excellent!" Cersei praised. "You must understand and accept that he belongs to you. You must expect nothing less than absolute subservience. Is that clear?"
"Yes, mother," Myrcella said, her voice breathy with excitement.
Jon finished and sat back once more, spotting the flush of pleasure and excitement staining Myrcella's cheeks. It seemed that she did share a similar sexual appetite to her mother, after all. The revelation only made him more eager to serve.
"I've found particular enjoyment in making him truly worship my feet," Cersei said, her arm around Myrcella's shoulder. Her eyes gleamed like fire as she looked down at him. "Get to it, bastard."
The insult and humiliation filtered right through to his cock. He ached and pulsed against his cage as he carefully removed the queen's slipper and stockings. Her bare toes flexed in the air tantalizingly.
Jon bent low over Cersei's feet once more, dragging his tongue along the top of her foot before taking her toes between his lips. The scent and taste of day's worth of use permeated his senses, his eyes sliding shut with a moan. She flexed her toes against his tongue as he slipped between each of them, ensuring every last bit of her was seen to. It was bliss for him, to focus on nothing more than what she wanted, on being good for her.
Myrcella's foot connected unexpectedly with his exposed and swollen balls none too gently, Jon's eyes popping open as he groaned. The ache of it made him leak, the cage impossibly tight as his cock fought futilely to get hard.
"And me, as well," Myrcella ordered, lifting an imperious brow.
Jon hurriedly stripped her of her slippers and stockings. taking her foot in his mouth, eager to please and serve. Her cheeks darkened as she thrust it forward experimentally, making him gag lightly. She smiled at that and did it again, drool running from his lips over his smooth chin as her other foot connected with his stones once more. It was an exquisite sort of torture and Jon felt glorious on his knees before them.
"That's it," Cersei said proudly. "You're a true lioness, as I always knew you would be."
He lost track of time after that as they alternated between fucking his mouth with their feet and teasing and kicking his aching balls. Jon was flushed and sweating, leaking through his cage, occasionally tasting himself on their feet after a particular sharp strike. Drool and spit stained his chin and chest, but he couldn't care less. Cersei and Myrcella sat above him, wide, approving smiles and gleaming eyes watching him attentively.
Eventually, though, Cersei grew bored of it. She planted her foot in his chest, shoving with surprising strength to send him sprawling awkwardly onto his back. Jon's legs burned with soreness and stiffness from having knelt for so long, but he didn't dare move, laying where he landed as the queen stood.
"Humiliation is all well and good," she said, her fingers reaching for the ties on her dress. "And while that is a fine way to relax after a long day, true pleasure lies elsewhere. I'm sure your septa has spoken to you of the marriage bed, of your duty and the pain therein. Properly trained men, however, who understand their place is beneath you, can offer something other than their useless cocks."
Even though he'd seen her nude before, the sight of Cersei stripping still made his mouth water. With thick thighs and full breasts, a round arse and golden curls covering her perfect cunt, she looked like a goddess sent to tempt and break men. The key to his cage hung on a finely wrought chain hanging between her breasts. She turned to Myrcella, beginning to undo her dress, as well. Myrcella was young, her body still blooming, but there was no denying her beautiful curves either. Firm breasts capped with furled nipples and hips perfect for childbearing framed the golden curls between her legs. She was shyer than her mother, though, standing with her legs crossed and her face stained with a blush.
Cersei had no such qualms. She took her daughter's hand and brought her to stand over him. Without warning the queen drew her foot back and kicked his balls with more force than she had all night. Jon gasped, his whole body tensing as his cock throbbed in its cage.
"Go on," Cersei said, having Myrcella shuffle into position. "Don't worry, he loves it. Were it not for his cage, his little cock would be hard for us."
Myrcella took a deep breath and then unleashed her own strike. Jon's toes curled as his hands closed to fists. He worried he might bite right through his lip in an effort to stay quiet.
"Very well done," Cersei said, a proud smile on her face. "How did that feel?"
"Wonderful. I felt powerful, strong. I loved it," Myrcella answered, her voice tinged with wonder and lust.
"Good," Cersei crooned, stepping over him to stand above his face. "But now it's time for you to see the true reason you must tame men. Without their pathetic cocks, they must use their mouths to pleasure you. Most will need extensive training, but luckily for you, I've spent many days and nights teaching Jon already."
The queen kneeled, her cunt hovering just over his mouth. Jon could smell and see her arousal and it made his head spin that he had caused such a thing in a woman like her. He didn't dare to move, knowing Cersei wanted to control him in all things. He noticed Myrcella moving around to see better what was happening. The knowledge that the princess was going to watch him make her mother orgasm made his cock twitch violently in its cage, his arousal leaking down his trapped manhood.
Cersei settled herself lower, her womanhood just beyond the reach of his lips. Jon looked at her with pleading eyes, desperate to feast. The queen only smirked, sliding her fingers into his hair, gripping him tightly. It felt like an age before she moved, pulling his head up at the same time she lowered her hips.
Jon moaned into her wet folds, his tongue pressing through them immediately. The taste of her arousal washed thick over his tongue, her essence running down his chin. He teased her hole with the tip of his tongue for a moment, drinking of her before moving it to her clit. Cersei gave a deep sigh of approval as he latched his lips around the stiff bud, his tongue sliding across it in well practiced strokes.
This was where Jon was happiest and most content; beneath Cersei, serving and pleasuring her royal womanhood. There was no greater feeling than making such a strong and powerful woman come apart with pleasure. He'd happily spend the rest of his days with his head between her thighs. That he would get to serve the princess as well filled him with ecstasy.
Cersei used him as she always had, roughly and without care for his comfort. It only made Jon's cock throb harder in his cage. His manhood ached with frustration and denial as the queen rode his face, rocking herself back and forth on his mouth. Her arousal had thoroughly soaked into his skin as she climaxed for the first time, her head thrown back as her cunt leaked her essence into his waiting mouth. It was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted and he knew he'd never tire of it.
Jon was given little reprieve as she quickly resumed her use of him. He licked and sucked and kissed every inch of her slick, plump cunt. His focus always returned to her clit, reveling in the breathy sighs and moans he drew from her. He let himself sink into the bliss of serving her, tasting her. Climax after climax Cersei continued to ride him until finally, she sat up. Her thighs shook with exertion and pleasure, sweat glistening across her body.
Jon licked his lips, savoring the taste of her as she slowly moved off of him, standing above him once more. He found Myrcella had brought a chair over and sat, her hand between her thighs as she watched. Jon smiled softly at her as Cersei moved to stand next to her.
"Go on, sweetling, it's your turn," Cersei said, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
Myrcella needed no further prompting, hurriedly getting up and settling in the same position her mother had just vacated. Hers was only the second cunt he'd ever seen or smelled or tasted. Jon found he liked it just as much as the queen's. Myrcella was already wet with arousal as he dragged his tongue through her folds and he was determined to bring her as much pleasure as he could.
Without warning, the queen's foot connected with his balls in a solid kick. Jon groaned deeply, his whole body spasming at the ache radiating from his stones. His cock throbbed with renewed need at the abuse, leaking in its cage. Another and then another, Cersei was giving him no reprieve. Tears stung his eyes as he tried to stay focused on Myrcella and her pleasure, but it was difficult, his whole body trying to prepare for the next unpredictable strike.
Myrcella's fingers tightened in his hair as she orgasmed, grinding her core against his tongue. Cersei chose that moment to kick him once more. Jon jerked under the princess, nearly dislodging her from his mouth.
"Stay still, bastard," Cersei snarled, striking him again.
Jon whimpered into Myrcella's quim as he licked and flicked her clit. He could feel his own climax building from the queen's continued assault on his balls. Even after many moons with her, Jon was still ashamed of the way his body responded so readily to her violence. And she never missed an opportunity to taunt him, either.
"Look at your little cock," she said, her voice tinged with a sickly sweet note. "I bet you want to be released so badly. It must hurt in your cage, unable to even harden properly." She kicked him once more, chuckling as he moaned. "Too bad. You don't deserve to climax unless I say so."
Jon would have replied were he not otherwise occupied with pleasuring Myrcella into another orgasm. And so it went. His tongue buried in the princess' cunt, licking her to climax after climax while the queen taunted him and abused his balls. The contrast of it all made his head spin and his manhood ache until he was desperate for release.
By the time Myrcella climbed off of him, his face and throat were thoroughly soaked in the combined essence of both women. He was breathless and flushed laying there as they stood above him, two visions of beauty and perfection. His cock throbbed and there was a dull ache emanating from his stones which only made him leak more profusely.
"What do you think?" Cersei asked her daughter. "Has he earned a release?"
Myrcella stared at him thoughtfully for a moment. Jon kept quiet, but put every bit of pleading and begging into his face as he could manage. He held his breath as she trailed her eyes over him slowly, focusing on his caged manhood.
"Yes, I think so. He's proven quite talented, just as you said," Myrcella said.
"Consider yourself lucky that my daughter is far more merciful than I, bastard," Cersei said, looking down at him. "Spread your legs."
Jon let his head slump against the carpet, obeying without a thought. They each took turns striking his sensitive and exposed balls, each kick fueling the orgasm he could feel burgeoning at the base of his spine. He let himself sink into the submission, feeling every strike in its entirety. It didn't take long for him to break, his seed spurting and leaking from his trapped cock. The queen and princess continued their assault even as he climaxed, prolonging his pleasure until he was gasping and spasming on the floor, oversensitive and spent.
He knew he'd be forced to move in a moment, to clean up the mess he'd made. Cersei would unlock him and allow him to wash himself and the cage before being locked away again. That was all a problem for later, though. For the moment, he allowed himself to be thankful he'd been turned into the lion's toy.