Raul leads you through the labyrinthine halls of the Grey Castle, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. He's deeply uncomfortable, almost to the point of being nauseous. The fact that he's to wed you, a complete stranger, in a matter of weeks is too much to bear.

Finally, you arrive at the training grounds, where the sounds of clashing steel and grunts of exertion echo. The soldiers pause in their training to regard their lord, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Raul, with a cold smile, gestures towards them. "Evan's men," he tells you, his voice tight. "They'll be sparring with him now."

Evan stands out among the soldiers, clad in nothing but a flimsy loincloth. His body glistens with sweat, and the light fabric does little to keep his thick cock hidden. He shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny of his former men, acutely aware of his vulnerability.

These men snap to attention as Raul speaks, his voice firm and authoritative, "I want to see what you're made of," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Show me what you've learned under this traitor's 'command'."

Evan, standing ramrod straight, swallows hard. He knows better than to defy the Duke. The soldiers exchange glances and ready their weapons. Their swords flash, their boots slam against the dirt floor, and the air fills with the scent of sweat, steel, and a growing tension. Raul's eyes linger 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 adds, a devious glint in his eyes. "I want to see if he's still got what it takes."

With that, Evan steps into the circle of soldiers, his loincloth shifting, and his swollen cock springing free. It hangs heavy between his legs, the head glistening with pre-cum as it swings with each step. The soldiers' eyes widen, and their grins grow. They are eager to see the once-proud commander brought to his knees. Evan's cheeks flush bright red. He feels the weight of their collective gaze as they close in and land the first blow. The sound of metal clashing fills the air as the soldiers begin to spar with Evan, their swords and shields a blur. Evan grits his teeth, his body moving fluidly as he parries and defends. With each brutal strike, thrust and block, his cock bobs, bouncing freely in the open air. His disgrace is on full display, and he can do nothing but endure it. The soldiers laugh, reveling in his humiliation. The more they prod and poke, the harder his cock grows. Raul watches, a twisted grin on his face, knowing full well the effect his actions have on Evan. His message is clear; Evan is now a mere plaything at the mercy of his brother's whims.

Suddenly, Raul turns to look at you, his face flushed and his heart beating erratically. "Do you find this... entertaining?" He asks, 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 gives you a small, sardonic smile, the dimples in his cheeks deepening, as if he knows he shouldn't find the spectacle as arousing as he does. "It's all part of his punishment," he continues, "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."