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Mid-fight, the prince managed to land a powerful, quick uppercut to Antinous' chin. Antinous noticed that the way he moved wasn’t natural, the quickness of the blow he landed was way too fast. Though, Antinous quickly recovered from it, managing to land a couple more hits before finally landing the final blow. One good sweep and he took Telemachus' legs out from under him, pinning him to the ground with a thud a moment later.
Telemachus groans as he hits the floor, body aching from each previous hit. He huffs, trying to catch his breath as quickly as possible, hoping to be able to fight back still- to redeem himself.
“There,” Antinous says, taking a deep breath as he shoves the prince's face into the hard, cold ground. “So much for your bite, little wolf.”
Telemachus lets out high-pitched whines of pain, blood trickling down from his nose, puddling beneath him on the cold floor.
"Athena... F-fuck... I could really use your... h-help right now." He mumbled under his breath, huffing weakly inbetween words.
“I think if the goddess was going to help, she’d be here now.” One of the suitors laughed
"Y-you don't know that! She—" His sentence was cut off by a loud whine as Antinous grabbed his hair, pulling his head up.
For a split second, Tele's eyes rolled back into his head, almost giving off a more... pleasured look, when in reality it's of pain. Antinous looked at him, the tug on his hair forcing him to arch his back. Antinous took in the sound of the prince's whine, finding it music to his ears. Though, he noticed the sound was unusually high-pitched for a male.
“Is the little prince... moaning? Does he like having his hair pulled?” The suitor laughed, the sound loud and harsh.
"Why would I enjoy such things?! Your minds are all filled with such filth! D-disgusting pigs, all of y—" Once more, he's cut off by another whine of pain, his eyes shutting tightly as Antinous tugged again on his hair, smirking at the expression on the boy's face.
"U-ungh! This is no way to be treating your p-prince...!" Telemachus whined out, another noise only fueling Antinous' desire.
“Prince? You’re moaning like a whore.” Another suitor laughs, the others deciding to join in with their crude jokes and comments.
“I bet he gets the whorish side of him from his mother. Perhaps he’s as good as she is.” One of them comments, focused solely on irritating the prince.
"T-that's enough! Enough with your disgusting comments! I am not to be treated in such ways! And do not speak of my mother that way either!" The boy shouts, growing uncomfortable with the comments being made.
“Maybe we can use him instead. He’s royal enough.” Antinous suggests as he pries Telemachus' legs open, eliciting a shocked squeak from the boy.
"Wha... What the hell are you doing?! Unhand me at once, or else I'll-!" Telemachus shouts, his words trailing off as he tries to seem intimidating, clearly not knowing how to be.
There’s another roar of laughter at the prince's squeak, more mocking comments, more calling him a whore who likes it. At the encouragement from the others, Antinous grips onto Tele's clothing, ready to tear it off.
"Wait! Don't you dare-!" Telemachus shouts out in protest, but it's too late. In the blink of an eye, his clothes are torn off, leaving him fully exposed. The boy whimpers, heart racing as he tries his best to hold back tears of embarrassment.
“Let’s see what-“ He pauses. “Well. What do we have here?”
Antinous spreads the boy's legs wide, forcing them apart so each and every one of the suitors could get a good look.
“Fuck, am I seeing what I think I am?” One of them laughed. Another one whistled loudly, and then Antinous' voice spoke up. “Seems like we've found a whore after all. What a sweet thing to hide.”
"Let go of me this instant! I swear to the gods I'll kill each and every one of you if this continues!" Telemachus shout, nearly breaking down into tears from the humiliation, losing his dignity by the second.
“He’s got some bark to him doesn’t he?” Antinous laugh again. Two of the suitors grab the boy's legs and keep them open while Antinous spreads his lips apart, revealing the prince's most intimate area to him.
Telemachus squirms and whimpers, trying to kick and fight against the suitors that hold his legs apart. His body shakes and trembles with fear, desperate to get away from the man's invasive touch.
"Don't touch me! Please, just stop! Stop this instant!" He begs and pleads, tears starting to flow out of his eyes, voice cracking occasionally.
“You’re moaning.” The man says as he gives the boy's cunt a spank, eliciting another high-pitched whine from him. “I think you like this. I think you enjoy us holding you down, admiring every inch of your whorish prince body. Just admit it.”
"I-I'm not moaning, I'm not enjoying this! I want nothing more than to plunge a sword right into where your hearts should be!" Telemachus squeaks out, hating how they're twisting up everything he does- every noise he makes, every action.
“But it sounds like you like it. I can’t deny those pretty sounds you make, those sweet sounds of pleasure. And I don’t think you can either, prince." One of the other suitors kicks the boy in the side, his sandal digging into his flesh. Meanwhile, Antinous continues to touch his cunt.
Telemachus lets out a pained shriek, followed by whimpers of discomfort. He tries so desperately to shut his legs closed, but it's no use. His hips roll and squirm, trying to move away from the man's invading hand.
"No! No, I don't like it! Just stop! I'm not making these noises out of pleasure! I hate this so much, it feels so disgusting! Why would I enjoy such things?!" The prince squeals and sob, tears running down his face.
“I don’t know.” Antinous says as he inserts two fingers inside of Telemachus' cunt. “Some whores are into some pretty strange, unique things.”
Telemachus cries out as the man's fingers make their way inside of him, his cunt instantly clenching tight around them.
“Forget the queen,” one of the others says, echoing what was said earlier. “He’s probably tighter. And I think he does like it. Just look at how his hips are moving- he’s trying to fuck himself on Antinous' fingers. What a slut."
"Stop! Get it out! Please, take it out! It feels so gross!" I sob, my body shaking. "I don't- I don't like it!!" He squeals, trying to get rid of the fingers pumping inside of him.
“Well it feels like you’re clenching tight around them. And that leads me to believe that you’re lying, that you truly do enjoy this like the slut you are.” He starts to scissor his fingers, opening up the boy's cunt and pushing deeper inside of him.
The boy's back arches naturally as his cunt tries to push the man's fingers out, desperate to get rid of the gross feeling overwhelming his body. He keeps squirming and whimpering, clearly going through intense discomfort at the intrusion. Sobs overtake his words, no longer being able to speak coherently, only letting out broken words and sentences with a shakey voice.
“Once we’re done with you, it’ll be my name you’re screaming out, not Athena’s. That goddess couldn't care less about a mere mortal denying his pleasure as he gets finger-fucked.” Antinous chuckles out, entertained by the boy's reactions.
The man removes his fingers. “Get him in a good position and hold him down.” He tells the others. They comply, forcing the prince onto his back and holding him down so that he can barely move. So many hands gripping every part of him.
"Good. That way he won't be able to fight back when I take his royal body raw." Antinous smirks, shedding off his own clothing, his intentions clear. "Don't worry, prince. I'll do my best to make this as memorable for you as possible."
With a swift motion, Antinous thrusts into Telemachus' unprepared cunt. The poor boy must've been a virgin because of how tight his sweet little cunt felt around his cock.
It also must have really hurt because the sound the boy let out did not sound human. A pure, gut-wrenching scream as he felt his innocence ripped away from him. He broke down into tears, nose running as he cried. He tries his best to speak- to protest, even despite how much he's crying and screaming.
"St-o-op! Plea...se...!! Hurts... It- it hurts! So mu-uch!!" The prince cries, nothing but pain overwhelming his body.
“Fuck- you’re so tight.” Antinous groans, starting to thrust. “Feels so good. You’re much better at taking cock in that little cunt of yours than you are at fighting.” With this, he thrusts deeper, hitting spots Telemachus didn't even know existed in his own body.
His cunt couldn't help but clench around the man's cock, as if trying to milk it. He hated it so badly. His body betrayed him and his mind, giving itself up to the man raping him, giving him the reactions he wants. Poor thing, all he wanted to do was die of shame. His image as a prince was completely ruined, ruined by his own mother's suitors.
"Plea-ase... S-stop... Mngh... H-ah..." Natural noises escape from the boy's lips, only adding to the assumption that he's enjoying this torment.
“Oh he’s definitely enjoying it.” One of the other suitors comment, gripping Tele's chin and forcing it up so he'll look at them. “Look at him, he’s practically begging for it with that sexy body of his.” Telemachus shuts his eyes, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact with the suitor.
“Slut.” Another suitor says, reaching between the prince's legs to play with his clit, eliciting more whines and squirms from him. “Bet we could make him cum while he begs us not to.”
There’s a roar of laughter, including Antinous' own as he begins to pick up the pace of his brutal thrusts. Telemachus' heart couldn't stop pounding, the situation so horrifying that it didn't feel real, like it was only just a bad dream. But it was real. Everything from the wandering eyes, the groping hands, and the cock tearing through his body, was real and there was no way to get out of it.
"N-no... no more... Fuck... Hngh... Mnh..." Telemachus whimpered weakly, pain giving way into near silence.
“How is he?” One of the suitors asks Antinous.
“Tight as fuck. Better than most I’ve had, if we’re being honest.” Antinous huffs, replying in between thrusts.
The one who had spoken laughs before asking, “Can I have a turn when you’re done with him?”
The boy's eyes widen and his heart nearly stops at those words. Weakly, he tries to mumble out to protest.
"No... please. I-it hurts so much... I don't want more of it..." He sobs, sniffling pitifully as his insides feel like they're being torn apart.
Antinous growls, glancing back at the suitor. The look in his eyes must have been one of murder.
“Fat fucking chance.” He snaps. “He’s mine. I’ve wanted him for the longest and none of you are going to ruin him."
Telemachus' heart calms slightly knowing he won't passed around now, but it still remains pounding knowing Antinous most likely won't be any more gentle.
"He’s my toy now- you guys can have the queen if you need a royal fuck so badly, but none of you will be able to touch what's rightfully mine."
The boy's heart nearly sinks at his next words, knowing that if they did decide to act out their lust onto his mom, he wouldn't be able to fight and protect her given his situation.
"N-no... not my m-mom... Please- not her. Don't do anything to her, please..." He whimpers, sobbing as he pleads for the sparing of his mother.
“Aww, look at him beg.” One of the suitors teases. “I bet that his mother will beg us not to hurt him when we take her. Maybe we’ll tell her that we won’t just to get her to cooperate with us."
Antinous doesn't bother to respond to that, solely focused on chasing his pleasure as he rams into Telemachus, abusing his tight little cunt.
"P-please! Don't hurt her! I beg of you!" His voice cracks, filled with tears. "I-I swear once my father gets back... h-he'll kill all of you if he finds out you h-hurt her!" He stutters, struggling to speak as he feels his insides being pounded into like a battering ram.
Antinous lean down to Telemachus' ear and smirks, feeling himself coming close to finishing, though he holds it off just long enough to whisper to into the boy's ear.
“Your father isn’t coming back, little wolf. And the only person you should be concerning yourself with is me.” Antinous snickers, soon turning into grunts of pleasure as he grips Telemachus' hips hard enough to bruise.
No, this couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real! He was imagining things, there's no way- No way that the warmth filling his lower half wasn't just a reaction from his body alone. It couldn't be. He prayed it wasn't what he thought it was. But feeling the spurts of hot, gooey wetness, he couldn't deny what it was. Oh gods, he felt so miserable. He felt like... like a slut.
"Fuuuck... Take it, you little whore. Your body belongs to me now that I've properly claimed it. You're mine, all mine." Antinous huffs, cock still twitching and spurting cum inside of Telemachus' cunt- which had been convulsing around him as Antinous forced the boy's own orgasm.
The suitors all watched in awe, their cocks rock-hard as they desperately wished to have a turn with the prince- no, that title wasn't fitting for him anymore, he was just a toy for Antinous' pleasure now. That's all he'd ever be to him. Nothing more.
Antinous stayed deep inside of Telemachus' cunt, making sure he buried all of his cum inside of him, until finally pulling out moments later. He smirked as he noticed that his cock was slightly coated red, undoubtedly from deflowering the prince.
"So you were a virgin, weren't you, little wolf? That's cute. Now you'll remember this as the moment you had your pristine petals plucked and defiled, and that I'm the one who did it. That I ruined you for anybody else who would try to have you. You could've made this easier on yourself by giving in, but you made a fuss, and I couldn't let that bratty behavior go unpunished, could I?" Antinous slowly stood up, his gaze still locked onto Telemachus' violated body. With a gesture of a hand, the suitors release their bruising grips from the boy's body.
"Antinous, are you sure you don't want us to also fuck him? If we do it enough, he could get pregnant and that'll make him more miserable—" A suitor suggests, clearly desperate to get his hands on Telemachus, and his cock inside of him too.
"Shut it." Antinous growls, his voice low, sending shivers down the suitors' spine. "My mind is made up already. It won't change just because one of you begs for it. If you want to touch him so badly, take him to his room and clean him up- or don't, I don't care. I only forbid you from penetrating any of his holes and kissing him on the lips, remember that. If word gets out that one of you did more than that to my plaything, there will be consequences, do you hear me?"
The suitors are tense, silent as they nod to their leader's command. Two of them easily pick up Telemachus' limp body, making him let out a weak whine of pain. They almost feel somewhat bad, imagining just how much pain he's in, though they brush it off as they remember how hot he looked and sounded while Antinous raped his cunt.
Once they get to Telemachus' room, they place him down onto his bed. Poor thing didn't even look conscious, his body bruised and his thighs wet with cum and slight blood. The two suitors glanced at each other, having the same idea. They went onto each side of Telemachus, gently groping his chest. He didn't have a lot there, but just enough plumpness to squeeze and play with.
"Mnh... Eu-eugh..." The boy whimpered, his vision blurry, unable to properly see who was touching him.
"Shh... It's okay, baby. Just let us play with you- make you feel good." One of the suitors coos, using his other hand to gently caress Tele's cheek.
Telemachus can feel himself drifting to sleep, too tired and in pain to put up another fight. He's helpless against their touches, having no choice but to allow them to grope at his chest.
"His little tits are so cute... I hope Antinous gets him pregnant so they'll swell up with milk. Then we can suck on his nipples for a taste." The other comments, his cock twitching at the thought.
"Fuck, you're right. He'd look so cute with swollen tits and a plump belly carrying around his kid- or kids." The suitor chuckles, the both of them toying with Telemachus' chest for a while before finally leaving the sleeping boy to himself.