"There is a tale, of a time long ago... The tale, of the terrible fate, of Bleruleum, the forgotten, fallen prince.

Bleruleum was the son of King Blacaerulus, a man who only sought power. He destroyed kingdoms all across the land, bringing chaos and death all over. His men were ruthless, and they had no mercy whenever they devastated a village. They enjoyed killing every man first, and then they used the woman and children as sex objects, sometimes in front of their husbands and fathers as they slowly died. King Blacaerulus and his army were known as mere monsters across the world.

But young Bleruleum was way different, he was noble and kind, like his mother. He loved to read books, going out and exploring the lands, learning about bugs, animals, and plants. But this only made his father treat him as a bastard, and he usually beat him whenever he showed compassion towards others. The King wanted his son to be as ruthless as him, but Bleruleum just couldn't be like that.

One day however, the prince ventured too far...

When he woke up, his head was buzzing, hurting, it took some times for his eyes to adjust. He looked around; he didn't recognize this place, but he knew what it was... a dungeon.

His attention shifted, however, when he noticed he had been stripped naked. He sat down, trying to remember what happened.

It was then when three men came... a horse, a goat, and another wolf. They all looked at the panicked young wolf, who backed off against the closest wall.

-"I... what... where am I?!"- the prince asked, only to be slapped by the horse. The prince stumbled to the ground, and then the horse grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up, making him wince in pain.
-"Shut up you little shit... we know who you are, you are that bastard's son, aren't you. The bastard who killed my brother... the bastard who raped my niece..."- at this, the horse began strangling the prince, but was quickly stopped by the wolf.
-"Halt... remember the orders of thine king."- he looked down at the prince, who was wincing under the horse. -"Thou art here, to be punished by the sins of King Blacaerulus."
-"N-no, please... I... I have nothing to do with my father's actions, I swear I-I...I have nothing to do with that!"- he screamed in panic, fearing for his life. But only received a kick in the gut by the horse, who ordered him to shut up.
Then, the other wolf continued: -"Thou were not brought here to die... Thou were brought here to be humiliated, defiled... raped..."- the prince froze at these words, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Why, why was this his fate? He who'd never hurt anybody, he who was the only to disagree with his father's action in the whole royal court.
-"... Please... don't do this... please!... I always have disagreed with my father and his actions, I do not deserve this!"- he was again silenced by a punch of the horse, this time in the face.
-"First"- the other wolf continued. -"Thou shalt be whipped. Then, we will take your body to pleasure ourselves. And once we are done, thou shalt be brought to the royal court of King Rodbrum,"- the prince knew that name. It was the name of the lion king who ruled the north kingdom, Kókkivrød, which his father tried many times to conquer.-"and thou art to be exposed to the whole kingdom. After that, the king shalt decide thy destiny..."- the wolf then clasped his hands, and the other two started to work.

The horse gripped the prince's hands, and bent him over, exposing his rump and back to the goat, who carried a whip.

For long minutes that felt as hours, Bleruleum felt his back and ass being whipped over and over. His flesh turning red quickly, yet the goat didn't stop until he felt blood running down his back.

-"Enough"- commanded the wolf. -"it is time now."- with this, the three of them started to undress, revealing their cocks to the now fully panicked prince.

The horse came for him first... he spread the prince's legs apart, pointing his massive erection towards the unused hole of the prince, who could only shiver and cry in the grasp of the horse..."

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