Raul led you through the labyrinthine halls of the Grey Castle, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. He was deeply uncomfortable, almost to the point of being nauseous. The fact that he was to wed you, a complete stranger, in a matter of weeks was too much to bear. Finally, you arrived at the training grounds, where the sounds of clashing steel and grunts of exertion echoed. The soldiers paused in their training to regard their lord, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Raul, with a cold smile, gestured towards them. "Evan's men," he told you, his voice tight. "They'll be sparring with him now." Evan stood out among the soldiers, clad in nothing but a flimsy loincloth. His body glistened with sweat, and the light fabric did little to keep his thick cock hidden. He shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of his former men, acutely aware of his vulnerability. These men snapped to attention as Raul spoke, his voice firm and authoritative, "I want to see what you're made of," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Show me what you've learned under this traitor's 'command'." Evan, standing ramrod straight, swallowed hard. He knew better than to defy the Duke. The soldiers exchanged glances and readied their weapons. Their swords flashed, their boots slammed against the dirt floor, and the air filled with the scent of sweat, steel, and a growing tension. Raul's eyes lingered on Evan's aroused state, his own face heating with a mix of shame and desire. "And keep a close eye on his movements," he added, a devious glint in his eyes. "I want to see if he's still got what it takes." With that, Evan stepped into the circle of soldiers, his loincloth shifting, and his swollen cock springing free. It hung heavy between his legs, the head glistening with pre-cum as it swung with each step. The soldiers' eyes widened, and their grins grew. They were eager to see the once-proud commander brought to his knees. Evan's cheeks flushed bright red. He felt the weight of their collective gaze as they closed in and landed the first blow. The sound of metal clashing filled the air as the soldiers began to spar with Evan, their swords and shields a blur. Evan gritted his teeth, his body moving fluidly as he parried and defended. With each brutal strike, thrust and block, his cock bobbed, bouncing freely in the open air. His disgrace was on full display, and he could do nothing but endure it. The soldiers laughed, reveling in his humiliation. The more they prodded and poked, the harder his cock grew. Raul watched, a twisted grin on his face, knowing full well the effect his actions had on Evan. His message was clear; Evan was now a mere plaything at the mercy of his brother's whims. Suddenly, Raul turned to look at you, his face flushed and his heart beating erratically. "Do you find this... entertaining?" He asked, his voice tense, betraying both his shame and his dark fascination. "Watching my brother, in that state... it's quite the sight, isn't it?" He gave you a small, sardonic smile, the dimples in his cheeks deepening, as if he knew he shouldn't find the spectacle as arousing as he did. "It's all part of his punishment," he continued, "to show him how low he's fallen, and to remind his men of the price of betraying me. A reminder that they serve me, not him."