Submission in the Stars

Chapter 27: More than Obedience

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing off the marble walls as Valentin knelt on the cold floor, his breath shallow, his heart pounding in his chest. The twin princes stood before him, their lithe, elegant forms bathed in soft light, their crimson eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. They were beautiful—an eerie, alien beauty that both captivated and unnerved him. Their movements were slow, deliberate, like predators circling prey, watching him with a mixture of amusement and calculation.

Valentin could feel the weight of their gaze on him, assessing his every breath, every twitch of his muscles. He knew, deep down, that whatever they were about to do, there was no escape. The bond between them, the behavioral control they had implanted, was not just physical—it was mental, emotional. He was tethered to them, inextricably linked to their will.

The first prince, the one with the softer touch, stepped forward, his lips curling into a faint smile. His hand, cool and smooth, reached out to cup Valentin's chin, lifting his gaze from the floor until their eyes met.

"You've been obedient so far," the prince murmured, his voice like velvet, seductive yet firm. "But obedience is not enough, pet. You must be broken, reshaped. Molded to serve us as we desire."

Valentin swallowed hard, his throat dry. He wanted to look away, to hide from the intensity of the prince's gaze, but the hand on his chin held him firmly in place. The second prince moved closer, his presence darker, more domineering. He said nothing as he circled behind Valentin, his footsteps echoing softly in the otherwise silent chamber.

"You will learn," the second prince finally spoke, his voice low and commanding, "what it means to truly submit. And you will come to crave it. You will beg for it."

Valentin's heart raced, but his body remained still, his mind torn between fear and the strange, twisted sense of anticipation that had begun to creep in. He had been trained—conditioned—to obey, but this was something different. This wasn't about control alone. This was about breaking him down completely, reshaping him into a willing, compliant creature who would not only follow their commands but crave their approval, their touch.

The first prince's hand slid from Valentin's chin to his throat, his thumb brushing lightly over the pulse there. "Do you understand, pet?"

Valentin nodded, the movement small and hesitant, but enough to satisfy them—for now.

"Good," the first prince purred, his grip tightening slightly on Valentin's neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him of his place. The prince's other hand slipped down to his chest, fingers ghosting over the piercings in his nipples, tugging them just hard enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from Valentin.

Behind him, the second prince had produced a length of rope, woven from some alien material that was both soft and strong. Without a word, he knelt and began binding Valentin's wrists behind his back, his movements precise and practiced. The rope dug into his skin, tight but not painful, a reminder of the power they held over him, a power they intended to use fully.

As the second prince tightened the knots, he leaned in close to Valentin's ear, his breath warm against the side of his neck. "You will find that we are thorough in our training, pet. We will push you until you break. And then we will rebuild you."

A shiver ran down Valentin's spine, but he remained silent, his body trembling slightly as the rope bit into his skin. The princes moved in sync, their roles clear—one softer, more coaxing, the other harsher, more demanding. Together, they formed a perfect unit of control.

The first prince stood in front of him now, his thumb pressing against Valentin's lower lip. "Open."

Valentin obeyed, parting his lips without hesitation. The prince slid his thumb into Valentin's mouth, brushing it across his teeth and tongue, testing his compliance. Valentin's eyes fluttered shut as the prince's touch lingered, his pulse quickening.

"Good boy," the first prince murmured approvingly. "You're learning already."

Valentin's mind felt like a fog was descending over it, thick and heavy. The praise was like a drug, seeping into him, making him crave more, even as he fought to hold on to the last shreds of who he once was.

The second prince stood, his hands trailing up Valentin's bound arms before gripping his shoulders firmly. "We will push you, pet. You will learn the pleasure of submission—and the pain of defiance."

Without warning, the second prince's hand came down sharply on Valentin's back, the force of the strike sending a shockwave of pain through his body. Valentin gasped, his body arching instinctively, but he made no sound of protest. He had learned by now that resistance was futile.

The first prince smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You will take what we give you, pet. And in time, you will come to beg for more."

The second prince struck again, this time across Valentin's thighs, the sting sharp and immediate. Valentin gritted his teeth, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but he remained silent, his body quivering with the effort to remain still.

"Good," the second prince murmured, his voice laced with approval. "You are stronger than we thought."

But Valentin could feel the edges of his resolve beginning to fray, the pain mingling with something deeper, something darker. His mind swirled with confusion—fear, desire, and the aching need to be praised, to be accepted.

The first prince leaned down, his hand threading through Valentin's hair, pulling his head back so that their eyes met once more. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of Valentin's ear.

Valentin's breath hitched, the question pulling at something buried deep within him. His mouth felt dry, and for a moment, he couldn't find the words. But then, as the second prince's hand came down on his body again, a sharp gasp escaped his lips.

"Yes," he whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it. His mind recoiled at the admission, but his body betrayed him, craving the release that only submission could bring.

The first prince smiled, his fingers tightening in Valentin's hair. "That's what we like to hear."

And so it began.

The hours passed in a blur of sensations—pain, pleasure, control, and submission. The princes worked in tandem, pushing Valentin to the edge, breaking him down piece by piece. His body responded to their commands, his mind succumbing to the need for approval, for the sense of belonging that came with obedience.

Each strike, each touch, each whispered word of praise or reprimand chipped away at the walls he had built around himself. They were methodical in their approach, balancing pain with reward, always pushing him just far enough to remind him who held the power, but never too far that he would break completely.

By the time they were done, Valentin was a trembling mess, his body aching, his mind reeling. But deep inside, he felt a strange sense of peace. He had been pushed to his limits, and yet, he had survived. And more than that—he had pleased them. He had proven his worth.

The first prince knelt in front of him again, his hand caressing Valentin's cheek gently. "You did well today, pet," he whispered, his voice soft and warm, a stark contrast to the pain that had preceded it. "You are learning."

The second prince stood behind him, his hand resting on the back of Valentin's neck, a reminder of his place. "And soon," he added, "you will understand that submission is not weakness. It is your greatest strength."

Valentin's breath shuddered as he nodded weakly, his body too tired to resist, his mind too far gone to protest.

The princes had begun their work. And Valentin, whether he wanted to or not, was learning to submit.