In the peaceful kingdom of White Lotus, a beautiful prince was born. His hair and skin were as white as snow, so light that they reflected the sun. When the prince stepped out onto the festive balcony with his parents, all the citizens gathered below had to close their eyes from the dazzling light emanating from the prince. He was so radiant and beautiful.
The King-father gave advice on what kind of person the prince should be to ensure their kingdom remained peaceful and prosperous, and the people well-fed and content.
The prince didn't pay much attention to his father, relying on "maybe." But eventually, the age preceding his coronation arrived.
"You, my son, are old enough now, so an old man like me is ready to yield the throne to you."
"Really?" The prince sat in his chambers, surrounded by servants who cared for his beauty and pleasures.
The King sighed heavily. "Alright, stop being so arrogant. I won't give you the throne until you undergo initiation."
"Initiation, you ignoramus," the King muttered.
"I know what your 'initiation' is, Dad, I just didn't hear," the prince grumbled.
Just because he looked dazzling and the people idealized him didn't mean the prince was talented, intelligent, strategic, or responsible. On the contrary, he was very passive and often hid in the darkness of his chambers to avoid the sun blinding his sensitive eyes.
"Then I'll take you tomorrow."
"I'm ready today," the prince arrogantly replied.
The King simply lamented, "What a beautiful fool. Thinks of nothing but pleasures and games."
"I take good care of my appearance!" the prince shouted back at him.
The King slammed the door and muttered, "As if I didn't know..."
The prince was prepared for the rest of the day. Modistes and tailors were quickly summoned from the capital to make him numerous outfits overnight. Leatherworkers tirelessly crafted shoes and bags for the prince to store his belongings. In the kitchen, knives were sharpened continuously, hammers pounded fresh meat, and vegetables and fruits were sliced, as if preparing for a grand feast rather than just one prince going on an initiation quest.
"Now, my son, you are ready," the King and Queen embraced him the next morning.
The prince yawned desperately, trying to cram all the knowledge he should have acquired since the age of seven into one night. Of course, he failed, so he was tired and irritable.
"Go there," the King pointed to a spiral staircase leading to the basement. "There, you will see a mirror; it's not an ordinary one. As soon as you touch its surface, you'll be transported to another world."
"Alright," the prince shrugged and slowly descended while carrying numerous bags and purses.
The darkness above his head grew thicker until it completely enveloped him. When his foot touched the last step, he took a cautious step forward and stopped at the bottom of the well.
"Now what? I can't see a thing down here!" he complained. "How am I supposed to find the mirror in the dark?"
Extending his hand, the prince touched something wet and didn't even have time to be frightened before he couldn't see anything around him again.
"Is that it?" he grumbled.
Less than two seconds of nausea, which the prince hardly felt, and he was standing where he had been.
"Hello," a hissing voice sounded right next to his ear.
"Who's there?!" The frightened prince jumped.
"It's me... You called for me..."
"Who did I call?"
"Here, at least gouge out your eyes..."
"Mom!" the prince yelled in a voice that wasn't his own. "Don't touch my eyes!"
"Alright..." The voice hissed again. "Then will you let me touch something else?"
"What do you want?" The prince trembled."
"Most of your life, you've spent in semi-darkness, fearing your own hair. You liked the darkness..."
"Semi-darkness is not darkness!"
"I will release you into semi-darkness if you allow me to touch your hair."
The prince bit his lip. It wasn't very difficult, but maybe he should resist. After all, how could he pass the initiation, if this was it, by simply giving in without a fight, would it still count?
"Then show yourself. I want to know who I'm letting near me."
"I'll show, but then you'll be bound to prevent you from getting scared of me."
"Are you really that frightening?" The prince trembled again.
"No, I'm quite charming, but some people get scared of me."
"A-all right..." The prince agreed hesitantly.
And ropes began to crawl over his body. At first, these living ropes removed bag after bag from the prince, and then, for some reason, they started taking off his shirt.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" The prince yelled, realizing he couldn't move due to his bound hands.
"What am I doing?" A man's figure began to appear before him.
He looked about 50 years old, but only the wrinkles around his eyes hinted at his age. He was huge, with a powerful body. The prince unabashedly examined his muscles. He wore only a vest casually draped over his bare chest.
"Look at me." He took the prince's chin with a large hand and lifted his head.
The prince's eyes met the ruby-red eyes emitting light in the darkness. All he could see were the outlines of the figure and face. The prince noticed a scar that cut across the entire face, marring the beautiful man's features.
The prince raised his hand to touch, but the ropes immediately shot up, and he found himself bound from head to toe. Only his feet touched the cold stones.
The prince's hands were above his head, tightly tied to something above.
"Hey! Let me go!" The prince panicked, trying to struggle, but the ropes only tightened around his body.
"The more you struggle, the tighter they will bind you. It's a kind of magic." The man grinned, revealing a row of white, strong, and very healthy teeth.
"For his age, he's too good-looking," thought the prince.
"Oh, what a sweet compliment." The man blinked.
"Are you also reading my thoughts?" The prince protested, pursing his lips.
"Of course, prince. You called me. I came, and now I know everything about you."
"Then why did you take off my shirt?"
"You allowed me to touch your hair. I just didn't specify which ones."
"What?" The prince's eyes widened.
"You have beautiful hair on your head. Your eyebrows and eyelashes are so delicate, - the man gently ran his thumb over the prince's forehead, then traced the outline of the prince's plump lips. "You have a soft down above your upper lip." Now he traced the contours of the prince's lips. "You have a few hairs on your chest, " the man ran his index finger down.
The prince was stunned and couldn't even sigh, only blinked foolishly, enjoying the special sensations of heat gathering in his lower abdomen.
"But most of the hair was here," a stranger's hand slid down to his crotch. "It's a shame you did a Brazilian wax, but in any case, the follicles are still there."
Through the fabric of his clothes, the stranger's hand began to caress the prince's member.
"Mmm..." He rolled his eyes in sudden pleasure.
"Is that good, my prince?"
"Bad..." He moaned.
"It's so indecent..." The prince's cheeks burned like ripe cranberries, especially in the light emanating from the man's eyes.
"Even without me, you were indecent and debauched. All the servants indulged you."
"That's true..." The prince lowered his head to his chest. "But that was the only thing that made me feel good."
"Then you must like what I'm doing.
"No." He stubbornly looked at the man.
"That's too gentle." A wicked smile spread across the man's aged face."If my trial is to endure sex with him, I can easily handle it. In my experience, I've been both on top and bottom. So, this won't be a problem."Unfortunately, the prince's overconfidence proved to be excessive.
"So, there's something I don't know about my prince?" The red eyes glinted dangerously.The prince merely displayed a haughty smile to the man.
"Very audacious, my prince.The demon removed his vest and began to circle around the prince, who was bound hand and foot. The prince only had time to notice something, like hieroglyphics, etched into the man's back.
"It looks like some kind of glyphs..."
"This is my name." The man pressed his torso against the prince.Stranger's hands closed around the prince's slender neck, stroking the nape, moving with thick fingers to his lips, and then delving into his mouth - examining his tongue and teeth.The prince clenched his jaw, biting the unwanted fingers painfully.
"Ah... Is this what you like, my prince?"
"Yes, I like it." Now the prince licked the man's index and middle fingers, soothing the pain inflicted by his teeth. "Tell me your name."
The prince moaned as the hand that had been free from his mouth once again roamed in the region of his crotch, teasing his member and making the head rub painfully against his clothing.
"If I tell you my name, you will forever stay with me. Those who know my name never leave here. They languish," the man removed his hand from the crotch and moved it to the prince's buttocks. "And they languish," the man squatted down, forcefully grabbing the fabric - and tore the pants at the seam. "Waiting for me to pay attention to them, just like I am doing to you now, my prince." The wet, hot tongue touched the prince's buttock.
"Ah!" The prince arched his lower back and threw his head back when the man's teeth sank into his soft flesh.Lick.The man treated him just as the prince had shown a few minutes ago, biting and then licking his fingers.The prince responded much more sensually to these touches than the man whose name was etched on his back.
"Do you like it, my prince?" A dry finger began to irritate the mucous membrane around the sphincter, and then, once the finger was wet enough, the tongue plunged inside as far as the ring of muscles would allow.
"No!" When the tongue moistened the external area, he definitely felt some relief, but still, such play was uncomfortable for him."If this continues, I won't be able to endure it!" realized the prince when he felt the sharp pain from the dry intrusion.
"You seem to enjoy roughness," the man stood up straight and pressed his mouth to the prince's ear.Now his right hand gripped the prince's chin, trembling with fear and uninvited tears, and the left hand harshly squeezed the prince's buttock, leaving a painful mark.
"But I don't like pain!"
"I will lick your wounds..." Something hard and warm pressed between the prince's buttocks.He closed his eyes, preparing for another wave of pain, but suddenly:
"Do you know what shibari is?"
"It's the art of bondage. And BDSM?"
"I've only read about BDSM..."
"It's the same thing. My prince, do you know the abbreviation?" He bit the prince's earlobe. "I'll reward you for each correct answer."
"A-alright." Thankfully, in the darkness, which was only pierced by the red light of the man's eyes, the prince's tear-stained face couldn't be seen.
"Bondage." On this, the prince was confident.
"Good boy." The man licked his index finger and began to slowly trace it around the prince's sphincter. "S?"
"Why so uncertain, you perverted prince, this should have been your solid ground." Very slowly, the man began to insert a finger into the prince's anus.Butterflies tied knots in his stomach. The prince's hot member throbbed painfully, restrained by the fabric that remained from the torn pants at his buttocks.
"S?" The tormentor continued.
"Sex...? Ah!" The second finger rudely entered alongside the index finger.
"You forgot to mention - for every wrong answer, there will be punishment. S?" In the prince's wide-open eyes, panic and desperation danced.
"I don't know! I don't know!"
"Bad." And a third finger joined without any moisture or warning.
"Ow..." The prince's voice broke into a high-pitched cry.
"S - submissive.The prince sniffled. His stomach was quickly contracting from the suppressed sobbing."
"Remember it, my prince. Forever." He again whispered gently into the prince's ear, his breath scorching the prince's neck.
"Good prince," the man removed the third finger.The prince even breathed a sigh of relief, although his suffering didn't end.
"Discipline...?" The second finger left the prince's anus.
"Is that what you were lacking to study something more important for ruling, right?"
"Y-yes, probably," the prince whispered.
"Master..?" The last finger left the prince, and he sighed.
"Correct, yes? For BDSM, right?" He stopped crying and even smiled, looking into the darkness, thinking he had won.Something hot pressed against his thighs once more.
"Masochism!" The man forcefully thrust his member into the barely stretched prince.
When the prince opened his eyes, he was still tied up with ropes at the bottom of the same well. His own blood was flowing down his legs, mixed with another's semen. The same man stood in front of him.
"It's not fun to play with you, prince. No endurance. But in any case, I marked you, so you can go now.The ropes began to fall from the prince. He fell to the cold floor due to his weakened legs.The man turned away from him, and the hieroglyphics carved on his back suddenly began to take on some understandable meanings:
"E..."The prince started to read.
"What are you doing?!" The man sharply turned around, hearing something amiss in the foreign thoughts.
"IL!"The hieroglyphs, which were barely visible in the darkness before, suddenly formed a word out of red, understandable, and distinguishable letters.
"Evil!" The prince exclaimed. "Your name is "Evil," he added more quietly.Evil hissed as if in pain."
"Those who can see my name themselves can leave without a mark!" He roared. "And only those who bring goodness and compassion to this dark world can see it."
"I pitied you and surrendered!"
"I don't believe you!" But Evil's skin turned purplish and blistered, as if from burns.His blisters began to burst, and in their place, black clusters of darkness appeared.
"Aaaah!" Evil screamed in a voice that wasn't his own.The prince decided not to delay but to escape as quickly as possible.Right in front of him, a second mirror appeared, leading him from the dark world into a new one.