I'm dropping this here because I doubt I'll be able to write an actual script, but I hate the idea of my drabbles languishing unseen and forgotten. Here's a recent fantasy of mine, please anyone finish it/adjust it/use it as inspiration!!

Speaker: Male knight, Dom

Listener: Male/Female/Nonbinary prince, sub

Synopsis: A knight has been awarded the prestigious station of being the personal bodyguard for a traumatized prince after a failed kidnapping attempt. Fed up with the boring reality of palace life and judgemental of the luxurious lifestyles led by the nobility, he decides one night to take his frustrations out on the prince.

Bonus points: Since this is my fantasy, of course I imagine the prince as a cuntboy- so bonus points if he has a vagina and it gets used. Maybe it's plot-relevant, but it doesn't have to be.

Bonus kinks: [Size Difference] [Forced to give/receive oral] [Degradation] [Bruising] [Forced Cuddling]

-Drabble Below This Line-

"I watch you by day, sitting daintily among the gossipers, not even enough power to influence those political tables. You nod and smile gracefully and eat your beautiful little cakes, while I guard you- from...what, again? Who would bother assassinating the sixth in line for the throne? If they were going to do it, I'm sure they'd use poison. Is that why you're so frail? Too afraid to eat your crumpets, my lord?"

"So here I am, wasting my time, an iron-clad decoration in your court. I won this position, you know. Feats of cunning and strength, all so I can count your long, dark eyelashes or watch those brittle wrists expose themselves from under your lace sleeves."

"You were born such a minor son, what other good are you? You'll never be strong or noteworthy. May as well be a pet. In fact, maybe that's what you are; they keep you around out of pity, or symbolism- look, look what we can do, we can dress it up and make it sit pretty."

"At least if you were my pet, you're have some use to you. Yeah, you'd keep my bed nice and warm, be something I could stroke at night, hold tight to my chest when I'm lonely, like those simpering noble ladies and their fluffy little useless dogs."

"Well- hah. Not exactly like they treat their dogs, I suppose. You have your additional uses."

-the knight manhandling the prince, leading up to fingering him-

"Even your body betrays you."

"No, no, hush, don't cry! Look, I've brought you your favorite: a little piece of chocolate cake, shaped so delicately, look, see? It's a little seashell, isn't that sweet. Be a good little pet and open your mouth for it."

"I said open your mouth. That's it, you learn so fast, you can be trained! Take a bite, sweetling, it's a gift. There we go, use that soft, pink little tongue of yours to get the crumbs off my fingertips."

A sigh, both of annoyance and fondness.

"And after I've spent the better part of my day following you from tearoom to tearoom, where do you suppose I take my rest? Right outside your door, where I lean against the cold stone until the night watch takes over and I finally get my cot."

"Even then, I'm at your beckoning. Do you know how annoying it is to hear you calling for me every night? How you wake up shouting for help? Someone tried to kidnap you once and now you can't sleep properly- it's pathetic."

"The way I figure it, I should be the one sleeping in this plush, downy bed and you should be sleeping at my feet. Maybe we'll make a switch just this once and find out."

...and that's as far as I've gotten because I get too busy jacking off. Literally use this for any and everything, my dream is for it to eventually be a GWAudio. Maybe someday!