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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Dom/sub, Domestic_Violence, Drama_&_Romance,
      Sexual_Slavery
  Series:
      Part 2 of Domestic_Violence
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-18 Updated: 2018-02-10 Chapters: 8/? Words: 23340
****** full Cycle ******
by Rash_jaya
Summary
     Born into the world where Omega is property to be kidnapped sold
     enslaved used for entertainment collared and Owned for breeding. The
     Davis family has 3 children and one an Omega. Alex, Davis friends
     Mark and Clare Jones 3 children 1Female Alpha Evelynn 2 months
     younger This story Follow Evelynn and Alex as two navigated the up
     and down on the road we call life towards their happily ever after.
***** background *****
 
I watched my Omega husband sleep, he heads on the corner of her pillow, sleeps
on his left side, his right hand tucked under the pillow, he left a hand on 90-
degree angle palm down on quilt flat fingers spared thrown over his hip. He was
beautiful, his head was saved, something he did for summer these days. I didn't
like it, but it something he needed to do. He, not boy that I fell in love with
all these years ago but he is the man that I married and somewhere along the
line I fell in love the man he had become, Kinky, submissive Omega, my Omega.
He is two months and three days older, born December 20th, 1980, I still
remember every time we interacted with each other, the first time I laid my
eyes on him was in play group. he was just short of his second birthday it was
love at first smile, for me. he was in the ball pit, when I was running around
with some friends, when I saw him, he gave me a smile, full blown smile, his
parley white teeth and these dimples.
I lost, lost in love right then and there he had me hooked. All he had to do
was reel me in and but instead we become fast friends, best friends. slowly
unknown to both of us we have forged a bond and over time bonding to each
other. He soon started sleeping on my mat with me during nap time and we cuddle
up together. So, it was us the world or rest of play group. He took up all of
my time, he had my full attention and I was over protective of him to point
where I would throw things at anyone who upset him or put their hands on him.
then when I was eight we moved from Los Verges, Virginia to Los Angeles,
California, and I thought he lost to me forever, but year half later the Davis
family moved to Los Angeles, California too. dispirited be separated for almost
eighteen months when we came back together it was as if we never been parted.
our friendship and my behavior took off where we left off all those months ago.
However, as we grow older and came into our per puberty, I had some great
dreams involving Alex, as the time when on they got more and more interested
and even sexual some more steamy than others but never did I verbalize my
feelings during our childhood. It not like I did not have any opportunities to
tell him, it was more of the fact I that I ignored every opportunity that
popped up not because I did not want to be with him but because I was shit
scared of being rejected and losing his friendship in the process. In my eyes,
it was better to have his friendship than nothing at all.
But when I look back to these missed opportunities I can't help think that
maybe, just maybe if I had the courage to take them then maybe just maybe Alex
would not have been hurt so badly, by all those who had lied about why they
want to be with him, at least, he won't be so broken if only I had the courage
to take one of the opportunities that popped up when we were kids.
If ya asked him, he would say it took three decades to find himself, there for
he is glad I did say anything back then. but I can't help the way I feel, feel
like I am partly responsible for all the pain he had gone through over the
years. He everything I dreamed of, everything I wished for, but he different
now than he saw then. He does not smile or laugh as much as he uses too, but he
also the same as he always been. He still cuddles loves it when we play, still
love to fondle my behind, still quite shy and very much submissive.
But he is much more, passive than he used to be when were kids and I just know
it has to do with what he went through. He has scars from that period of time
he was a prisoner yet he ever been into jail. No, he was kidnapped, held
against his will, forced to be a sex slave for an old man and his two honey
teenagers.
Alexander Davis is mine now, we married on his 25th birthday, he wears my
collar, my ring, he smiles little more now, but still, I miss his dimples and
the way his eyes sometimes dance with mischief, he smirks and gives me that
lobbied grin. but he, not the carefree boy I fell in love with, I hope with
time he would return but the truth is somewhere along the line I fell in love
with this Alexander Davis the man he became.
***** untaken opportunity *****
I still remember the first opportunity pop up, he made the first move, I
remember it like it was yesterday. It was last day for the term for the winter
holidays that means that the Davies and Jones families were going to the Bulla,
it was one place that our families like to go, no matter if it was winter or
summer. Bulla was the place to be all year around. In the winter, you could not
beat the snow, the skinning season was always busy at Bulla, but that never
stop our families from having fun. This time the Maxwell family would be
joining us in the winter wonder land.
With the Maxwell family, there would be nine children that would be been
playing in the snow, Janet Maxwell a beautiful solo, caring friendly Beta was
not only Best friend with Evelynn Jones but they were also classmates. Alex
Davies and Evelynn twin brothers were on the same team in the local cricket
club but the twin has a close friendship with Jack Davies, Alex younger
brother. Mia Maxwell was classmates to Jack Davies but they never saw eye to
eye on anything. James Maxwell was best friend and classmate to Nigel Davies.
Our families would often interact with each other, mostly has social settings
in community gathering or birthday celebration, this would be the first holiday
that the three families would social together outside of community gathering or
birthday celebration. no one knew just how special these holiday season would
be to Alex and Evelynn.
It was the first time out on the snow was for Maxwell's kids, Jack was being a
pain in the backside, thrown snowballs at everyone at random people but when he
put a snowball down my back, it was on, game on. The first ball hit his square
on the chest from Alex, second, I got him on his backside when he turned
around, cursing him jump high. too close to his manhood for his comfort. Ball
three hit him in the face, leaving a nice bruise on his left cheek. around a
cheerful "Good hit Janet" was heard.
It was a great day at the snow, speeding down the slopes with friends and the
great snowball fight with Jack. it was a fun morning, we were all sitting
around in the fire place in the great hall right to warm up, the background
music from the lounge could hear. There is a big platter of fish and chip in
the middle of the little coffee table, that we all were sharing. I was sitting
between Alex and Janet. Lou and Luke were cross from me, Jack was sitting next
to Luke. Nigel next to James with Mia next to him. we were sitting in a slimy
cycle around the fire place, just talking laughing having fun.
I could feel the heat from Alex body, he was so close, have we have squashed in
together the three of us was sitting in what was meant for two. He knees brush
against mine it shocked me like electric had jumped between us, it pulls a gasp
from both of us and like two magnets our knees repel away from each other. in
the back group, a song we all like come on it was Mariah Carey, Hero.
Each of us has our own tease in music, Nigel was more country, the like Faith
Hills and Celine, Jack well that heard to say, he was followed not a leader, he
would follow my brothers like a little-lost puppy wagging his tail. He was into
whatever my brother was into. Like Mariah Carey, Spice Girls, like Lou and even
Hip hop and rap like Luke, you know artists like No unity by Nurture, P Diggy,
Tu pack and LL Coll J. Janet and Mia was very much into the boy bands like
Boyzone, New kids on the block. James was rock and roll; the king was his
favorite. Alex that boy is an all-around bite of everything, hip hop, like Bone
Thugs and Harmony, RnB like BoyzIImen, TLC, Mariah Carey. even rap like Doctor
Dra and Tu pack. As for me, I am very much and RnB girl, but thanks to Alex I
got hooked on the Hip Hop, and when coming to rappers, I am a west side all the
way like Tu pack. I like few songs from boy bands too, but I would not call a
fan of boy bands.
After lunch, we hit lops again, this time slaying, and snowboarding down. it
was fun watch Jack land on his ass, the epic battle between stand on the board
and fall flat on ya back was one every at to fight at one time or other. Alex
and Lou had raced down the loss, it was fun to watch them verve in and out of
others on a slope. it was close, a photo finishes both them end up on the
backside at bottom of slope, they were laughing rolling around in the snow.
Just as day gave way to nightfall came we were all black and blue in places
that you could see, but it had been great fun, we all want another last ride
which proved to be fatal for me. take two slay up to the top, we race down. in
one was Nigel and Maxwell's kids. on the was Me, Alex, Lou, Luke and Jack in
the back. Has the Slay went down it started to pick speed, we were going down
the slope so fast that want we hit the brakes I had fell face first into the
freshly fall soft white snow. when second slay came to stop it course the soft
snow to cover me in it. I could feel a thing, my teeth were chattering, I was
shaking so cold down my bone. I then had to sit in the back seat of the car
with the heater on in the little sliver Serb, the Davis car. While I was trying
to warm up the others were getting a snack, I had my eyes closed, every part of
my body hurt.
The car door opened and closed I left the seat next to me move, someone had
gotten into the car with me. the scent told me it was Alex, he had sat in the
car with me. “You know you don’t have to sit here with me”
I told him only to have him tell me “I am going to do something I most like
shouldn’t but it had been something I have a desire for a while now” my eyes
fly open, I turned to face him.
He smiles at me that smile that one that shows his dimples, then out of the
blue he kissed me after wards he walks out of the car leaves me with my mouth
open in surprise. I was 11 years old at the time and that had been my first
kiss and of course I was over the moon, inside I was dancing for joy now don’t
get me wrong I have had a kiss on the cheek before well every year on my
birthday but he has never Kiss me on lip before. Later I found out that he was
on pain killers that day. Poor Alec must have had an apologist for half an hour
before I kiss him just to shut him up.
That night at indoor BBQ there was a small indoor playground for kids. I was
sitting in the swing think about what to say to him about the kiss we had a
share. I go into a day dream as I remembered the parting words that were side
by both of us.
“May I sit here?” he asked and nodded my head. Not one of us said anything for
a good few mins.
I didn’t look at him, I started sewing myself. Swings as always being my
favorite thing to do at a park.
“Are you mad, at me?” he asked me. I shake my head, it seems that I have lost
my voice for the time been.
“I am umm… sorry” He tells me. I look at him but he his looks ahead without
facing me.
“I am mean huh... I not sorry that umm... kissed you, I huh... could never be
umm...sorry you know about that” he says, He turns to look at me by now I stop
the swing. We were face to face and I nodded my head.
“I am sorry, umm... look I umm... don’t want to lose your friendship huh... but
after that away I behaved I understand if you don’t want to be my friend
anymore,” he tells me. I stand in front of him and gave him kiss to shut him
up.
“Let go for walk,” I say to him and he nodded his head.
“Please don’t say anything until I am done ok,” I ask him and he nodded his
head.
“I love you, you have always been there for me and even stood up for me more
than I can count. And for that I love you, that and the fact you just been you
my best friend.” I take well need a breath.
I say “As my best friend I know I count on to be there for me. But Alec until
today I was ignorant as to your feels, I am the first to say that I like that
because it was safe” I turn to face him and take his arm which makes him look
at me.
“I like that feeling safe because like you, I don’t want to lose your
friendship. I was scared of losing your friendship I had not acted on my
feeling because I am not ready to take the next step in our friendship.” I look
him in the eyes.
“I am 11 years old I am not really for that kind of relationship and at this
moment I don’t know when I am ready. I don’t want you to wait for me, I want
you to find yourself a girlfriend and be happy. If, however down the road when
I am ready for that next step, you are not with anyone and you still have these
feels then, by all means, I am happy to take that step with you.” with every
word that leaves my lips, my heart breaks a little even if it was true there
was small part of me that doesn't want him to find another lover. I wait for
him to say something.
He hugs me “we are ok right,” he asked.
I hug him back and say “yeah always” I smile into his neck. this may be the
last time I'll be this interment with him for many, many years. we both take a
deep breath, taken in each other scents and engraving it into our memories.
***** Owned *****
Davies house household, Jo Davies had just arrived home after work she was
going through the mail, the boys were sitting around the kitchen table doing
their homework. one envelope catches her eyes, it was from New South Wales
University, it all looked official, it was address to her middle son Alex
Davies. she knew that Alex's teacher from school had recommended him to an
early program, per law that would keep Alex in a safe environment along with
several other Omega students. 
I remember how excited I was when I got that excellent letter, at the time
could wait to get out the town. I just come out of a bad relationship and I
just want to get away from it all. Never could I imagine what was waiting for
me on New South Wales, at the time when I opened that letter it never crossed
my mind to think it was a scam to lower young Omega like himself into sex slave
ring.
I was 13, it been two years since Bulla to the today, since the day Evelynn and
she decided to be a friend, I remember that so well like it was yesterday. The
look conflict in her eyes, I could tell she found against her feels. I know it
broke her heart but at the same time, I knew she wasn't ready. Maybe it had to
wait for year or two, it would have been a different outcome for us than maybe
I would have never been a victim of an unforgettable crime because I would
never have expected the offer. But every moment we had together Evelynn and me,
these memories were what got be thought dark times. 
I remember saying goodbye to my family and friends, packing up belong get the
flight to Sydney. As far as my family was concerned I was being housed by a
lecturer a Doctor Michael Myers. He has a website with all right qualification,
all right answers to all security questions we asked. what we did not know at
the time was that the man we talked to was an imposter, impersonating Doctor
Myers.
When I got off the flight, I was mate by a driver with who claim to be a
security from the university, he had uniform all. Blond, scruffy, dull blue
eyes, 5'4 tall, I was not the only Omega that he picked up, there were two
more, one female from Queensland and another male from Perth. We were given a
bottle of water, has Sydney was hit with the heat wave and the van Air
conditioning was not working. When I left sleepy at the time I put it down to
the heat. I never saw anything out of the ordinary, that would course the alarm
bell to go off.
When I got up, I can't say I got up it was more like I came around, my head
hurt like I been hit with frying pan or something. I couldn't see, there was
blindfolded tie over my eyes, I could feel the clod sheet, underneath me it was
my only clue to the fact that my clothes had been removed. I was in my
underwear. when I tried to get up I release that my hands were bonded above my
head, when I reach my finger out I to feel melt bars of the headboard. I
straggled against my bonds but they did not give way. I couldn't scream for
help, has there was knotted cloth gag in my mouth.
That was then I felt that other present that told me that I was not along,
wherever I was there was someone watching me. I remember being scared, I didn't
know what they were going to do me, all I knew was that my family didn't have
lots of money, so they did not kidnap me for ransom. I could hear few short
footstep they came closer and I tried to curl up as small as I could. Whoever
it was I could tell it was a man footstep. He did not speak as he slowly came
closer and closer.
Then the footstep stopped, I heard a series of clicks, light switch, a bright
light on me I could heat from the light. Like the light dentist use or
photographer's use. I was so scared, I didn't know where I was and who had
kidnapped me. On top of that, I could see or fight back because of the
restrains. I could hear something squalling from some kind of equipment all
around me. My mind was reel with all these thoughts, I was sure they were going
torture and kill me, thinking back that would have been mercy.
I remember my body shaking with fear, overwhelming fear, when the hand was
placed on my ankles and leg pulled down, pushed wide open, a deep voice told me
to keep them there or that he would tie my legs up too. he sounds old, like in
seventy-something years. His hands left ruff, like sandpaper. I left bed move,
he settles between my legs. 
I felt dizzy and sick like I was going throw up, but that was not an option
with the gag in my mouth. I didn't want to die, not like that, not there with
him. then out nowhere I left a warm wave of clime floor through me. I didn't
understand it at the time, it scary and crazy and unbelievable, I would smell
an alpha scent, not his but a powerful scent that I know so well, it was coming
from within me. Like I said it was crazy, I thought I imagined it like it was
all in my head. The ruff hand where now smooth, soft, smaller, with long
fingernails. Voice a female soft, caring, loving, one I trust with my life
Evelynn, it was in the head. It had bet she was in Melbourne not there with me.
I was sure I was going crazy.
Evelynn, the voice tells me "Alex, you safe, with me, whatever happens,
whatever they do you can always come to me. I keep ya safe, I love you, I'll
find you, you just do wherever you have to hold on okay"
I still don't understand what was happening to me or in my mind. All I knew was
that I did not want to die, not there with him. Hands rubbed up down my chin
lightly, then they rest on my knees for few minutes before they move up higher
up my thighs. behind the blindfolded my eyes widen No, no, no my mind screamed.
I tried to pull my legs away, but he pushes down pining them down hard. 
A Hush voice "don't move" alpha order, I hated the fact that the Omega in me
couldn't fight an Alpha order in that moment my body go completely still.
I could feel the rough hands moving closer and closer to my inner thighs
towards the harm of my underwear. my mind screams No, no, no, I gagged, my
nostril flares up in anger. my body shaking with fury. I wanted to beat the man
with bare hands for touching me, I want to kill him but I could not do a thing
to stop what was happen to me. A finger slips under the legging of my underwear
and when he ran his finger against my sex I pulled my leg away from him with a
muffled scream. He laughed at my reaction. The sound is evil, deep and scary,
he smacks his lips together, they sound wet. 
"We live in five, four, three, two, one." a voice said. all I could tell ya was
that it was female and young, she sounds India Tamil, I couldn't tell ya an age
range because I never saw her. the hands pulled down the underwear and off a
muffled scream No leave my lips. my feet were pushed up against my backside,
and my knees push out, leave me open and exposed. from the sound, around me, I
could work out that I was been auctioned off. the last thing I remember is a
shape prick on my side of my neck.
when I was out or sleep I was with Evelynn relieving every moment that she
repeatedly brushing against me, my hip, my arms, my back, my hand, small
seemingly innocent touches that had taken place over the last two years. But
when I was weak it was hell, I was in-house, my blindfolded and gag no longer
there, I had screamed for help until my voice was raw, but help never came. My
hands were bonded in front of me and something around the neck, I ran my finger
over it, it was a dog collar. I was in the room with no winddowns, there was
big skylight on the cline, high walls. 
There was a record on repeat, "you are nothing, you exist to serve your master,
without ya master you have nothing, your life is no longer yours, it belongs to
the master." Tears all free down my face, I cried inside of me, I cried for
loss innocents, I cried for my family that I was so convented that I never see
again, I cried for me. I watch the daylight turn dark throw the skylight. I was
left there in with only the record for the company, for two days with no food
or drinks. My stomach rumble, I was dizzy, light head form the lack of food.
The sun was over the skyline day three, the door open, there a man starting
there, in hand was a bottle of water and plant, a slice of pizza. He was six
feet four in height, gray wavy hair, clear frame fewer glasses, broad
shoulders, tone musicals, his had wrinkles around eyes and laughing marks. He
had freckles fair sink old man, his scent told me he was an alpha. My Alpha
now, my owner, I was his slave to do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased
however he pleased and whenever he pleased. Food and drink were rewarded while
he trained my body, my mind to react he wants. my body reacts to his voice, to
a look, to a touch, every bean of my body would be trained to please him in
every way. I come to know his name has Thompson, he kept me drugged to keep me
under his control.
He had custody of his late daughter children, two male Bates, Mark and Sam
young teenage boys. He had a relationship with a man who worked at university
maned Connor. This Connor, he had to wavy silver hair, glasses, in his sixty,
this man had taken interested in me from day one.
The first time that was with Connor was in that room, it tastes like Valium
melting on his tongue, bitter and astringent when he sucks Connor off. I don’t
know what to think of that, don’t know what to think of anything at all; I only
half aware that I was even still awake, my body achingly exhausted from
sickness and strong—terribly strong—sedatives. I let my jaw go slack, my head
bobbing up and down in Connor’s lap, one stiff, clumsy hand curled around the
contortionist’s cock and the other gripping his thigh. I was stretched out
across the bed on my belly, the old man’s hands stroking my back through the
thin cotton of my nightgown, I couldn’t kneel for this, my legs too unsteady to
hold me up. 
The room is spinning pleasantly, every sensation humming through my nerves,
easing me farther down into the sweet, hollowed-out sensation that always comes
with these medicines. It feels so good, and I give into it willingly, moaning
quietly around the cock in his mouth and listening to the little, almost-pained
sounds that the man currently stroking his back is choking on. The
contortionist is trembling, and the Omega doesn’t know what to think.
my breathing is slow and shallow when Connor pulls me away, easing me upright
and kissing me before peeling my nightgown off over my head. I grimace,
uncomfortable when the old man reaches for my underwear. I don’t like being
touched there, considering that Connor thinks what’s between my thighs makes me
a woman. I shake my head, thinks about protesting, but then I am on my back and
soft fingers are moving over my sex; I bite my lip and says nothing. 
I look at the moonlight slanting in through the skylight, tinting everything
silvery blue and making his master's sliver gray hair glow like a crooked halo
as he presses my thighs farther apart and lowers his head. I avert my gaze
again, looking at through the see-through blind, seeing the moon and the stars
beyond the skylight. The sensations between my legs are pleasant in a way, but
they can’t compare to the heady, overwhelming euphoria that the drugs cause;
it’s not merely that they’re sedatives, but the fact that they stop the
wretched, constant pain that I deal with every day. The absence of pain is
better than any kind of pleasure.
I lose himself in twisting thoughts that make no sense, feeling myself floating
farther and farther from my body, only vaguely aware of warmth and wetness
between my thighs. It’s annoying, not strong enough to really entice me, and I
cringes—brought sharply back to the present—when one long, thin, dry finger is
shoved unceremoniously into the hole I wish I didn’t have. I bite my lip,
reaching down to spread myself with both hands, trying to ease the sudden pain,
and Connor takes this as an invitation, licking around the place where his
finger has slid in, his digit twisting and crooking sharply, thrusting in and
out. It’s nauseating, and I only want to make it bearable. 
I touch myself with the index finger of my left hand, rubbing firm, careless
circles over the spot that feels the best, the one part of my sex that doesn’t
make my stomach churn. It mitigates the pain, somewhat. I bite my lip harder
and keeps my eyes on the skylight. Just stop, I think, but the words never
leave my lips; I feel like I don’t have a choice like it’s expected of me. I
lie silently beneath the over-eager contortionist, the pleasure I bring myself
just enough to eclipse the pain of the unskilled finger working inside of me.
“Is it okay?” I blink, looking at Connor’s hazy figure—my eyes won’t focus, and
even if they would, I can’t see due to the drug that I was given—and wondering
what he’s asking. Is it okay that he’s stopped? I make a low, indecisive sound,
and old man moves as if to lick me again, almost withdrawn finger sliding
deeper into him once again. That gets a response.
“Yeah. ‘S okay,” I confirm, hearing the breathy slur of my words and grimacing
again. My voice is always too high when I am like this. Connor’s hand
withdraws, stroking his beasts and belly and thighs anywhere he can reach; it
makes me sick, feeling damp fingers dragging across my skin. 
“You sure?” Connor asks. His voice is shaking. I can’t understand why, and I
makes a little sound of discontent, squirming and wishing that I could close my
legs. It’s impossible with Connor between them. I am still touching myself,
having almost forgotten to stop at this point. I don’t feel any closer to
orgasm.
“Yeah. ‘M sure. ‘S okay,” I mumbled, turning my head away. I am really isn’t
prepared for what happens next.
“I love you so much,” the contortionist murmurs, like a prayer, touching my
face and beasts with trembling hands. I look up at him finally, baffled and
uncertain, and then feels my heart stutter to a painful halt as I feel the
other man’s cock come to rest at the same hole his finger had so recently
occupied. I want to protest, even to beg, but I suddenly can’t find the words,
my mouth dry as a bone. I grip the sheets with one hand, the other falling
still at the top of my sex.
I close my eyes when Connor pushes into me. It hurts. It hurts. It’s so much
worse than I realized it would be, and I feel myself tear. The way the room is
spinning doesn’t seem nearly so pleasant now, and he thinks that I am going to
be sick. I hold my breath and touches myself again, rougher this time, trying
to drown out the gut-wrenching pain and the sensation of sharp, clumsy stabs up
into my guts. The old man is whimpering, my pale eyes filled with unmitigated
adoration, and I want to scream.
I don’t, though. I don’t make a sound, my hand working mechanically between my
legs, my eyes everywhere but on the man currently inside of me. Connor’s hips
snap forward in rapid, painful movements that leave me breathless, and once O
has to reach down to guide the old man back into the right hole when I feel his
Alpha cock nudging against my other entrance, farther back. I feel disgusting,
doing that, but it’s better than letting Connor fumble around on his own. 
I know when the contortionist finishes; he makes a sound like a sob and goes
abruptly still, little tremors wracking his body. But alpha is being a virgin
too, before this; he doesn’t go soft quickly, and he tries—slowly and
roughly—to keep thrusting into me. I feel my gorge rise and has to swallow
rapidly several times as Ii realizes Connor wants me to get off, too. I touch
myself more vigorously, and he comes a few seconds later. It’s a painful spasm
more than anything else, muscles clenching tightly around the intruding member
inside of me, and I immediately pull my hands away from myself to push lightly
on Connor’s shoulders. The drugs are still in my system, but I can already feel
a panic attack threatening, my heart and lungs caught in a painful vie and my
breath coming in unsteady gasps.
“…need t’go t’the bathroom,” I mutter, finally, and Connor rolls off me readily
enough. I turn over and swings my legs over the edge of the bed, lurching
awkwardly to my feet. I stagger, catches myself on the doorframe, then
scrabbles at the lock until I get it open; from there, it’s only a few short,
painful steps to the bathroom. The world whirls and tilts around me, my head
feeling far too light and my stomach fluttering in a way that makes me feel
like I can’t breathe.
Once inside, my knees buckle and I already blurry vision darkens at the edges;
I drop in slow motion to my knees in front of the toilet, crumpling like a
marionette finally being set down by a puppeteer, left to twist and dangle and
collapse without support. Panic makes me gasp and gags, my hands going white-
knuckled on the plastic seat as I squeeze My eyes shut. I feel like I am dying
as if my lungs won’t expand to let air in, and it leaves me dizzy and sicker
than before. I retch, bending forward involuntarily and nearly cracking my head
on the edge of the toilet bowl; my stomach is mostly empty, thankfully, and all
that comes up is spit and a little bile.
I stagger upright after a second, all but falling against the sink and turning
the water on, rinsing my mouth and dashing icy water into my face. It does
nothing but leaves me shivering, and I am clinging to the porcelain for support
as I shove cold, wet fingers between my thighs, digging into myself, wishing I
could rip out all the parts that Connor touched. My fingers come away smeared
with blood, and I aches so badly that I don’t know how I'll walk tomorrow when
the drugs aren’t in my system, keeping the worst of the pain at bay. I can’t
stop clawing at myself for a long moment, though, knowing that Connor came
inside of me, that there’s a chance I’ll end up carrying a child I don’t want
and could never find the words to explain. 
I want to bathe properly, to scrub myself with scalding water until I feel
clean again, but my owner is in the next room. I can’t tell them, of course,
can’t let them find out. It’s disgusting, it’s dirty, and I have to hide it. I
wash between my legs with a washcloth soaked in freezing water, and the cold
does a little to deaden the pain. I leave it draped over the edge of the sink
when I leave the bathroom; I wish I could simply hide there all night, but I
know that I can’t. I stagger like a drunk down the hall, limping already
because of the awful, violent ache between my legs. Connor doesn’t notice any
of this when I enter the room, lifting his head to smile at me.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, holding one arm up welcomingly. I want to leave, to
go be sick again, but I settle for pulling my nightgown and underwear back on
with trembling hands and creeping into bed to lie with my head on Connor’s
chest.
My guts twist themselves into knots, and the awful, almost painful flutter in
his chest that signifies a panic attack intensifies. “I love you so much,” the
old man adds, kissing the top of my head, his fingers carding through the
shivering my hair. 
“I love you, beautiful,” the old man assures me, smiling beatifically down at
me before leaving the room. I say nothing, simply huddling in on myself and
sliding a pillow between my knees to keep my thighs from pressing too hard
together, trying not to irritate the swollen, bloody, aching flesh between my
legs. I lay awake, trembling until the dregs of the drugs still swirling
through my system and exhaustion finally get the better of me. I smile calmly
the next morning, makes bread-and-butter pudding for everyone to eat at
breakfast, and really doesn’t say a word. I press the soft inside of his wrist
against the metal rack of an oven heated to four hundred degrees and don’t make
a sound except for a little, unsteady gasp. I peel the suddenly dead skin of
the new blister off, leaving a raw, perfect circle of raw flesh exposed, then
shows his arm to Connor.
Look. You hurt me. “I hurt myself,” I murmur, and Connor fusses and coos over
me, cleaning the wound and dressing it properly, the injury hidden beneath
layers of white bandages—too much for such a little thing, I think, but I say
nothing—and I pays it no further mind. It doesn’t hurt, amazingly. It’s nothing
compared to the agony between my legs, and the constant, gnawing panic that’s
chewing away at my heart and digging sharp little claws into my lungs. I say
nothing about that injury, though, and explains that I apparent melancholy is
only because my arm hurts.
It really is a good excuse. I return to my ordinary behavior as the burn heals
and they all return home, suffering through touches and kisses and affection
from someone who now makes my stomach churn; it’s almost a year before the
relationship ends. Connor is so wounded, can’t understand why this is
happening, he was being transferred to Queensland and I watch through tear-
filled eyes as the world crumbles around the Connor. It’s only to myself that I
admit they’re tears of relief.
               
***** Playing *****
your Omega arrived drugged unconscious, he been out for two hours now, still
showed no real sign of been fully aware of what happening or where he is. you
send your sons to check up on him every half hour and ten minutes ago your
youngest tell ya he weak but viable to move. five minutes ago, you had gone in
and stripped and chained up to a sim conscious Omega into the breeding
position.
your sons and the old man who had been the kid's nanny are all the room and you
groan stroking your cock. Your beautiful new slave lays before you stretched
out over an old mattress leaving him exposed and open.
You bought him recently from an online slave auction; a young human male omega,
brimming with pheromones and fertility. He’ll make an amazing addition to your
breeders. You’ve lately gotten bored of your slaves, your late wife Beta sons,
that’s why you went out to buy a new one and this one does not disappoint. He’s
still a fresh, untouched human, unable to bare your offspring yet. Until you’ve
wakened his body he’ll be incubating a variety of eggs, like now.
The Omega's limbs are pulled wide apart, showing off his pale unmarred skin.
Thick chins grip his limbs tightly, holding him in place as it the oldsters of
your wife sons fucks him. His holes are being brutally abused and you love it.
A nice thick cock fucks his mouth all the way to down his throat. Your omega is
forced to tilt his head back, straightening out his neck to allow the cock that
savagely rapes his mouth. It moves fast and hard leaving the omega choking and
gasping for air as it pounds his innards. You love the way you see his small,
tight stomach bulge out as he gags with each slam.
your younger son fills Omega ass, each taking two slim appendages. Each cock
moves at a different pace, thrusting in him out of sync. It leaves him panting
and sobbing. His small body jerks and bobs with the movements of the thought
life like vibrating dildos abusing his pussy. The omega arches off the bed,
pulling at the chins weakly. You watch as your sons speed up, now slamming
ferociously hard into the Omega. He screams high and needy as he cums, his
little cockly spilling a long string of his seed along his stomach. You smirk,
he’s a squirter too.
Your omega is breathless, his eyes screwed shut as his body is violated. Every
inch of his body being touched and teased, so thoroughly fucked that leaves his
powerless and moaning greedily. Delicious moans and mewls leave his stretched
lips, filling the cell along the wet sounds of son raping his wet orifices.
You watch with wide eyes and a smirk as the omega is quickly brought to climax
again. His body twists and turns, trembling from overstimulation. You’ve lost
count how many times he’s cums now but it doesn’t matter. You know he’s slowly
reaching his max before he loses consciousness.
With your free hand, you snap your fingers and your son responds. Picks up the
pace, every pound into him in unison. His lips are stretched and expands as
they thrust in, slamming deep inside him. Your omega is screaming, his eyes are
wide and body tense as he struggles feebly.
Thin tendrils wrap around his nipples, squeezing them tightly and pulling
harshly. His back arches beautifully. You groan deep in your throat as you
come, spilling your thick load into your hand. You carelessly wipe your hand on
your clothes, unable to take your eyes off your slave being raped.
The cock all slam in the slave at once, jerking once before releasing its come
into the Omega's awaiting body. His eyes spring open wide and he shrieks. You
watch delightfully as come fills his small body, you can see his is struggle to
swallow the load. His skin stretches taut as his body is forced to take in all
that come. It gushes from his ass, splashing on the floor.
The omega wheezes loudly, choking and coughing as while the cock was still
stuffed in his mouth. The excess spills out, coating his esophagus and mouth.
His body jerks as he coughs, attempting to expel the cock from his throat. His
eyes slip shut, a weak moan leaving his lips. You watch him swallow around the
cock occupying this throat. The stream of come steadily levels off before the
cock begins moving again. Softly rocking into the Omega's spent body. This is
what you’ve been waiting for.
Both the son pulls out and are quickly replaced with larger and thicker ones.
The slave whines softly as his body is forced to take the large appendages.
They nestle deep into his body, pressed up against his womb, sitting deep in
his intestines, his stomach ached. The two men had been work for you for thirty
years, they had been taking care of the house and the boys over the years.
Your omega lets out a startled noise and he struggles. He gasps and hisses as
his holes stretch to accommodate fully grown cocks. It amazes you to see his
throat bulge has the old man fuck down the wet passage. You don’t care how many
times the old man cums in your omega, you’ll watch to see how much he can take.
More and more precum spill from his pussy with the growing amount of cum
filling him. You can only imagine what his insides look like right now. His
soft inner organs are bruised, forced to the stretch again and again. You
unconsciously let out a deep purr as you watch your omega your thin big cock.
It pleases you greatly to see the slave’s body easily accepting so your cock
into his pussy. He will make an excellent breeder for you eventually.
The omega moans louder, each whine and mewl echoing in your ears. His chests
heave as the attempts to breathe and you see his eyes slowly rolling back. You
can tell he’s reaching his limit. Snapping your fingers again, the old man
stopped his movement. The old man lets out a thick shot of liquid before
pulling out. When you follow the old man, you fill the young boy with your seed
and you keep your omega plugged up, keeping all the cum inside.
Your eyes take in your spent omega, laying limp and spread out on the worn
mattress. He lays open-mouthed and eyes half-lidded. Thick cum is smeared
across his face and neck, dripping down to his collar. This groin is a mess of
cum and slick. You can see his muscles twitch, attempting to close up and
tighten. His pussy is red and swollen, slick; it’s nice and spread open. This
omega will certainly satisfy your needs.
***** Services of master's family *****
Alex was sat down in the garden, smiling as the breeze hit his face and
smelling the pollen and freshly cut meadows behind the house. He usually spent
his free time here, watching the gardener. He loved escaping the tiresome day
of chasing after the Master and avoiding boys who tended to leer, he loved to
sit down for at least a moment to relish and bathe in the warm glow of the sun.
He had only been here a year, enslaved by the Thomson to be his sex. Slave.
Considering, Alex's family had had no idea where he was or how to recover him.
He did not see much to do but to take whatever was given to him, apart from his
tall physique, he hadn't got much muscle. Especially as Alex seemed to have
been surrounded by horny bags, not knowing why or how he had gotten there made
him wonder why him? But, amongst other stupid mistakes, he had made over the
year Alex was sure he had made a life, he was wrong. And now he had to deal
with the consequence. That was not to say that he didn't struggle, it was just
to say that after the days of torture he had to endure after trying to escape
only once he is not ready to settle for this life.
"Alex." The gardener said, stopping Alex from his thoughts he turned his head
and looked over at him. "The two Boys’ will be here soon, I would pretend like
I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing if I was you. The second eldest, he is not
the kindest soul." Alex narrowed his eyes, he had heard about these Boys'
before, from small talk with Connor. There were two, the eldest, Sam and the
youngest Sam. Both were Bates. There was another an Alpha, the Master, the one
Alex was a personal servant to, The family, itself, was alright but there were
many rumors of how the youngest brother was known to be quite a brute and how
the household was lucky he was not the Alpha. Alex had never seen the brother
without Master around, as when he was brought here.
"Thank you, Hitoshi." Alex stood himself up and bowed slightly before
scampering off into the Palace, he quickly ran through the long corridors and
halted himself once he had reached the Master' door. He knocked on it twice, to
see if she was there and received a small "come in". Once he entered he sighed
at the sight, Ayaka was sitting at her dressing table, a broken necklace in her
hands and she was crying quietly. Alex would have laughed at her, if he
wouldn't be doing the same thing if he had such a necklace, and if she wasn't
the Master’s sister. He looked at her scrunched up face and examined how red
her eyes were, she looked like a child even though she was only a couple years
younger than him. "Ayaka-hime. You mustn't look too upset, it's fine, it was
just one necklace."
"One necklace?" She shrieked, she slammed the pieces down on the table and Alex
swallowed. "This was the most important necklace I have ever owned. My brother
gave it to me!" Yet you never wear it. Alex thought, he pouted and bravely
decided to stand closer to her. He was taller than her, but only just, and she
never liked to look up, so he would always find himself either hunching a bit
or keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. Usually the former, he wasn't that
undignified yet.
"Ayaka-hime, your brother will be back soon, I'm sure he will have got you a
new one." Ayaka seems to brighten at this, she wiped her tears away angrily and
moved closer to Alex. Just like a child.
"Hmm, I guess your right. He will still be angry that I broke it, though. What
shall I do?" There was knock on the door which interrupted Ayaka, who soothed
her hair down and calmly stated that the person could come in.
"What are you crying about now, Ayaka. Stop being so pathetic and hurry up and
get ready." Alex turned and saw the Kazumi a maid standing by the door; she
turned to face and him and eyed him carefully. He looked down after a few
seconds, remembering when she had backhanded him for examining her, she laughed
and Alex fought the urge to run at her right then. "Aren't you meant to be
helping her to get ready?" She sneered and Alex jumped slightly, he nodded
frantically before quickly reaching into Ayaka's closet and picking a nice
outfit for her to wear, he placed it neatly on the bed.
"Your clothes for the day, Ayaka-hime."
"Oh, that's nice. Did Tommy buy that for me?" Alex nodded at the same time that
the other Master grunted in agreement. "Leave, Kazumi, I'm going to get
changed." Kazumi nodded and left the room, she shut the door behind her, harder
then she should have.
"You always get so tense when she enters the room." Ayaka giggled, she bumped
his chest and shook her head. "You should be careful though, the last time that
she took an omega in her room, he couldn't walk for days, she always did have a
thing for brunettes..."
Alex stuttered, "I don't like her!" He shouted before realizing what he had
said, he widened his eyes and glanced over at Ayaka who had stopped pulling her
dress over herself. "I mean, Kazumi-hime is, handsome and a good Master, but I
don't want to...sleep with her."
Ayaka stayed still for a moment before moving once more. "That's fair enough,
no one's going to force you." She said airily and Alex cringed.
She really didn't know her brother and his boys at all, did she? "Don't worry
anyway, I think he was blonde. Oh, I don't know, I can't remember, she hasn't
bed anyone in a while."
Alex had nothing to say so he settled with just a nod; he fiddled with the hem
of his skirt. It was customary for the omegas here to wear a simple dress, and
because of the second Boy, the dress was extremely short. It made it unbearable
in the winter, and for someone like, Alex who tan fast before the burn, it
wasn't too enjoyable in the summer either. Before long, Ayaka seemed ready
enough to leave the room, of course, Alex left with her. As soon as they walked
outside, a small crowd parted to let them through and Alex could see that the
Boys were already here. As they stepped off the carriage, one by one, Alex
could see that both the Boys, were same what attractive. They were slightly
tanned, tall and dark-haired, with either lazy smiles that were stuck on their
face or a scowl that made them look intimidating. As they all cuddled together,
you could see the resemblance quite clearly on the two brothers and it took a
while for Alex to point out the significant brute. The one Kazumi had hugged
first. The kid she was closest too.
Throughout the whole scene and the announcing of a feast in the evening, in
honor of the Boys return, Alex tried his best to avoid the Boys. He inched
slowly towards Ayaka's room until he was just waiting by her door, hoping that
she wasn't close to any of boys and that they didn't visit her room often.
Hoping he would go unnoticed. He stood extremely still, not wanting any
attention directed at him and he kept his gaze downwards in case the boys got
the wrong idea. At least twenty or so minutes later, the crowd started to
slowly disperse, servants having to do work, not wanting to get caught doing
extra chores and Boys' growing tired of telling stories of far the traveling.
Alex was left with the view of the royal siblings mingling about in the
gardens, they shared a few hugs and kisses before Ayaka, much to Alex's relief,
started to wander back into her room, he kept his eyes down after spotting her
walking towards him and so he didn't realise that one of the boys had followed
her.
"Hello, hello?" A deep voice made Alex grimace, knowing the question was about
him before he could look up and glower at the man himself, a hand on his chin
brought his head up, unwillingly. The Boys was tall, very tall and from up
close, his Beta musk and muscular arms, Alex could tell that he was strong.
"He's my maid for my say, and he should be helping me get ready," Ayaka said
sternly, Alex was grateful for her tone but it did not seem to faze the Boy.
"Sam, please, the feast is soon." She added, but she also took a step back, not
wanting to anger her brother. A hand started to trail itself up from Alex's
bare knee and thigh up until Sam could cup his ass; he winced at the touch and
tried to push Sam away only to be brought closer to him. The Boy sniffed at his
neck and smiled against it, placing a kiss there and tightening his hand around
Alex's arms. Alex looked behind the Beta to see that the other sibling had
left, maybe not realizing what had happened or had run away from his brother,
he also realized that Ayaka had turned away, not wanting to watch. He glared at
her for her lack of effort in helping him out the situation and tried to
struggle once more, knowing he had to help himself.
"Quite playful, huh? God, you smell good, and you're not even in your heat."
The Boy growled lowly, he brought Alex closer to him making Alex turn his head
away in distaste. "You will meet me in my room tonight or I will make you
regret it." The threat was clear and Alex nodded slowly, Sam finally lets go of
his grasp then and Alex pulled his skirt down. "I'll see you soon, beautiful."
He clicked his tongue and Alex turned his head away and as he watched the Boy's
shadow saunter away from him. He then turned his burning gaze towards Ayaka who
was now facing him, a scowl on her face and a hand on her hip.
After a long moment she huffed and strolled inside her room, dragging Alex in
with her, he stumbled slightly at her fast pace and gasped when she threw him
on her bed. He bounced slightly and had to place his hands on either side of
himself to stop himself from falling off the other end. Was she angry with him?
"Now I'm going to have to get ready very quickly, he never can control himself
could he?" Alex tried his best not to glare, he really did, but he couldn't
help it. She had stood there and watched him get molested by her own brother’s
son and let it be because he couldn't control himself? She turned around and
seemed to notice his glare before he could stop himself. "I am sorry, you did
not need that. If I could have I would have stopped it. I would even try and
convince him not to bed with you tonight." She let this sit with him for a
while; he nodded his head slowly as if in understanding, before watching her
put a finger to her chin. "You are...not a virgin, right?"
Alex felt his stomach tense and his eyes sharpen their intensity towards her
and he stood up taller, abruptly, surprising Ayaka. "No, I am not, but I still
do not want to sleep with him, fact, any of perverted siblings so if you could
just-" Alex was stopped by a harsh sting to his cheek and he quickly caressed
it whilst looking down at Ayaka.
"Watch your tone." She hissed, "they are the members of my family you
ungrateful brat." With this comment she grabbed some of Alex's black locks and
pulled him down, he yelped in pain and tried to pry her hands off. She was
surprisingly strong. Alex looked up to see her eyes and saw a fury that he had
never seen her before. She must love the boys.
"Ayaka-hime." He started but before he could finish his sentence she had pulled
off of him and walked to the other side of the room, she turned her back
against him and he knew that meant he should keep his mouth shut. He stood up
shakily and walked over to her wardrobe, where he selected a large red ball
gown which included many folds and creases, he knew it would suit the ceremony
and the hair as later he would plait it and tie it in a small bun at the side
of her head to show off the long ruby earrings and small matching necklace.
After he was finished with the last touches he nodded his head, not wanting to
speak and looked intently as Ayaka examined herself in the mirror, she smiled
at the sight. Before they left the room she handed Alex a small bracelet, it
was gold and it hugged Alex's wrist in a comfortable manner.
"To show you are my maid." She spoke softly and Alex allowed himself to feel
relieved at this sign of forgiveness. They reached the banquet a bit later than
the Master but just in time for the announcing of the Boys entrance. Alex
noticed how all the people sitting there were lords, ladies, allies or their
personal servants. Nothing but the best for the two Boys' of Wales. As Sam
walked in, side by side with the brother, he shot Alex a grin who relayed it
with a look of disgust.
"Ayaka-hime," Alex whispered and much to his gratitude she looked up at him, he
was standing behind her as she sat down at the table in front of the crowd. The
Boys' one by one took a seat either next to her or the other side, where one
sit was left empty. "What are your boy's names? I am new here so..." He trailed
off, not knowing how to phrase his sentence.
"The eldest, Mark, the next Sam-" She was interrupted by a cough from her
father and she turned her attention towards him after a few nods and hints he
finally stood up and addressed the crowd in front of himself.
"I thank you all for joining me my sister and my children here today, and I am
glad to inform you that, yes, the negotiations did go well. And that, yes,
thanks to Mark, we now have a strong army with powerful ally!" With this the
crowd roared with praises and cries of happiness, the people who sat merely
clapping were the family and a few of the Lords.
"We share a feast to celebrate this and the return of the boys!" Both of them
stood up systematically and bowed politely to the crowd, exchanging smiles and
winks and then sitting down slowly. Almost like a show. As they all took their
seats, Alex and a few other servants, walked down from the high table and moved
to sit by other servants. A few were made to stay up there to pour wine and
such.
After at least an hour, Alex was called to the high table to help with the
rushing servants and lighten the load by helping pour wine for the Lords and
family members. Alex sighed but walked up, a wine jug in one hand and a towel
raking on another arm. When he reached the Master raised an arm, he poured wine
into his glass and moved aside and let the man eat his food. After another five
minutes, he repeated the action, the more he did this the more likely the
master was to get drunk and so he quickly shuffled away and let Ayaka sort her
brother out. Alex, looking at him and noticing how no one was paying attention
to him, turned his body around and was about to make off when a hand grabbed
his wrist. He turned around quickly to try and attack his oppressor quietly but
as soon as he turned around he was met with Sam's grin.
"Ah, we keep bumping into each other, huh?'
"Or maybe you just ordered for him to be put here." Another voice said, Sam
scowled and turned around to look at his brother. "Look, there are plenty of
pretty omegas waiting to be bed by you, leave the servant alone."
"This is not your business, leave out of it.' Sam snapped before turning back
to look at Alex, 'anyway, as I was saying. I don't think I can wait for later-'
"It's just an hour." Alex interrupted, "then while I sort Ayaka-hime out, but,
you can wait that long, can't you?" Sam's brother choked on his drink and
started to chuckle loudly and Sam's cheeks tinged a bright red, he brought a
hand down on Alex's upper thigh, making Alex jump in his dress and Sam's scowl
deepened.
"You will pay for your attitude, whore." Sam turned Alex around and pushed him
away, "I will see you soon." He smiled again and Alex cringed at the way his
eyes seemed to loom over him, even as he walked off.
Sorting Ayaka out was easy; he quickly undressed her and wiped her make up off,
with small towels, before undoing all of her hair. When she requested for a
bath, he cleaned the bathtub from old dirt and poured hot and cold water in to
have the perfect temperature for her. As she stepped inside it and asked him to
wash her, he hesitated but grabbed a small sponge. She grabbed his arm before
he could start to wash her and she turned around, a bit of water splashing on
himself and smiled at him.
"Go get someone else to do this, I don't want to be the reasoning of my brother
punishing you." Alex was startled at this, he had thought that she would make
him take his time to make sure that he was punished by her brother, that maybe
she'd be crueler.
"Thank you Ayaka-hime!" He shouted as he ran off. As he opened the door he fell
onto Sugawara and stopped himself from walking further. "Ayaka needs to be
washed, and she sent for you to do it."
"Why me?" Suga asked but as he looked up he saw that Alex was already far away
from him, he shook his head with a smile and walked into the room. "Ayaka-hime,
I'm here to wash you?"
''Yes, come inside Sugawara. And take your time too." Suga nodded and shut the
door behind him whilst rolling his eyes, unnoticed.
Alex stopped running halfway through the corridor, not wanting the Boys to have
the satisfaction of seeing him out of breath and knowing that he rushed to get
here. Once he made it to the door he knocked loudly. The guards around him
glanced down at him, smirks stuck to their smug faces. A booming "Come In," was
heard and Alex took that as his cue to open the door and walk inside the room,
inside Sam was sitting on his bed, just a small silk robe covering himself.
"Ahh, beautiful, you are finally here." Alex narrowed his eyes and decided not
to speak just yet. "I've been waiting all day for this." He gestured for Alex
to come closer and Alex, not wanting to get punished further, did as he said.
"Make me a bath, it's in the other room, quite a big one. Bigger than Ayaka's
anyway." Alex frowned, confused, but nodded and walked inside the other room
connected to this one, as he walked inside he paused to take in the room. The
room itself was either just a huge bathtub, or steps leading into the bath, and
the room was extremely big. Alex gasped a little and as he walked in, he
noticed the bath was already filled.
"The servants fill it every morning and I bathe in it every night," Sam
explained as he walked inside the room, he draped an arm over Alex who
shuddered at the contact. "Ring this bell and they'll do something, I can't
remember what, to turn the heating on. Well, to heat the water at least." Sam
rang the bell, there was one place behind Alex and he could see another
opposite them, he watched as Sam took his robe off completely and sat inside
the water, he turned over and smirked at Alex.
"Strip, or else." Alex nodded slowly and began to pull his dress up over his
head and watched how Sam examined him whilst licking his dry lips. After a
while, Sam stepped out of the water and brought him back with him. "You are
splendid," Sam growled, he nipped at Alex's jaw and then trailed small bites
down to Alex's chest. Without warning, Sam pushed Alex inside the bath and
laughed as Alex spluttered in surprise. Alex brought himself up and sat at one
of the inside bath edges so that he was still in the water, not wanting to
anger Sam.
"Now let me make something clear. You do not talk to me in any rude manner."
Sam said as he stepped inside the bath and seated himself next to Alex, "You
service me. You let me fuck you whenever I want, how I want. Nothing is about
you. You are mine." Sam then lifted Alex slightly out of the water and placed
him on his lap. Alex let him, for now. He did not know what Sam was like, and
from stories that he was told, getting on his wrong side meant not just death
for you but for at least a hundred other servants and not without harsh and
brutal torture first. "You will obey my every wish and be whatever I want you
to be. Oh, and you will call me master, nothing else. Do you understand?"
After silence, Alex realized that Sam wanted him to speak or nod in affirmative
and so he managed a shaky "yes master". Sam smiled at this and, again, decided
to shove Alex back in the water but this time when he brought Alex up, Alex was
forced to face Sam's cock, already hard and prominent.
"Suck it, whore. And moan about it like I know you want to." As Alex got ready
to brace himself, Sam grew impatient and shoved half of his length into Alex's
mouth who gagged at the contact. "Mind the teeth and swallow."
Alex rolled his eyes but did as he was told. Before he could get used to it,
Sam trusted the rest of his impressive girth down his open throat and turned
them both around so that he was on top of Alex, his dick still in Alex's mouth.
After a moment he pulled out till the head was just at Alex's mouth and then
thrust deeper inside. After a few unforgiving thrusts, and many of Alex's tears
being shed, Sam stopped with just the head of his dick back again in Alex's
mouth. Alex did not know what to do so licked around the head and closing his
mouth around it, hoping to quickly make Sam cum.
Sam took this well and threw his head back as he groaned, but soon enough he
shoved his length down Alex's throat once more. Alex choked on it and he could
feel hot tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried so hard to control his
breathing.
"Take it, take it, take it you dumb fuck!" Sam growled and he trusted again and
again down Alex's mouth. "This is all your good for, giving me attitude you
stupid whore. You better moan and take it." Alex could feel the thrusts going
deeper and faster and came to the conclusion that Sam was close. He quickly
lifted a hand and started to massage his balls, prompting it to make it
quicker.
After two minutes, more or less, hot cum was spilling down Alex's throat and
Sam decided to pull out to make some of his load land on Alex's cheek and lips.
Painting him with his seed and as Alex slowly opened his eyes he could see
Sam's menacing smile.
"You loved that didn't you?" He spat; he hoisted Alex up and turned him around
on his stomach. "Well lucky for you, I'm not done yet."
The corridor for at least half the night was filled with groans and cries, the
guards either smiling down at themselves or glancing towards one another in
clear discomfort. Only one person walked through it towards the kitchens and
that was the Older Boy. His expression blank and his walk heavy, once he
reached the kitchen he prepared a plate full of food and quickly walked towards
the servant’s rooms. He waited until he could hear a person walking towards
him, he stood up and watched how the Omega whimpered with each step and how he
limped pathetically while walking. When the Omega noticed him he stopped his
walk and looked away. "I have already serviced one Boys, I do not wish to-"
"I don't wish for you to service me.' The Boys said, he showed the Omega the
food in his hands and he saw how the Omega narrowed his eyes. 'Please, let me
inside. I will not touch you. I am nothing like my brother.' The Boys pleaded,
the Omega walked towards him and opened the room. The Boys noticed that he did
not share the room with anyone else, the perks of being a maid of Master’s
sister.
"Come in then.' The Omega said after a while, his tone hard but the Boys did
not mind. 'It's not like I had a choice anyway.' The Omega muttered as he
closed the door behind them. 'Thank you, for the food.'
"I am sorry, for what my brother is like. I will try to find a way to make him
stop but until then I will do my best to help you." Alex eyed the boys, his
hair was messy and his eyes small and sharp but the smile on his face was
genuine and he had not done anything to harm Alex, yet. But still to have one
brother abuse you in many graphic ways and then another brother to treat you
with kindness didn't sit well with Alex. They were related. They must have many
similarities.
"Thank you." Is all he said and the Boys took this as a good sign. "And like I
said before, thank you for the food." The Boys stood up and bowed at Alex
awkwardly who widened his eyes at the gesture. "What is your name?" The Boys
asked while he was at the door.
"Alex Davis," Alex answered honestly, he picked up a bit of the meat and placed
it into his mouth gently. The Boys stood there awkwardly for a moment and Alex
sighed. "What's yours?"
"MARK SMITH. I well found way to get you back to your family again, I know they
are still looking for you, stay alive for them okay"
"why would you want to help me?" Alex asked.
"Mark said "because you were meant for me, but my heart belongs to someone else
just has your dose"
Alex didn't reply, he didn't even look the boy in the eye, he just completely
shut down, went still, his eyes were down on the floor, he missed his best
friend, the Alpha his heart belongs too, Miss Jones.
***** Dreaming of you *****
dream a little dream of him and you may find him, it's was the last thing the
Gipsy lady said to me, as I talk way from the ten at circus last night. It was
weird I never really believe in that kind thing. but last night dream
completely had me rattled, confused and scared, not me but my best friend who
been missing for months now. He wants to NSW for extra studies and the
University informed his family that he never arrived.
last night dream was of faceless, bleary figure of a man, he was average
height, 5,8 silver wavy hair, and glass. somehow I feel as if I seen him before
somewhere but I can not quite make out his face, or place where may have seen
him.
this old man has eyes for Alex, my Alex, well I wish he was mine, but that was
not the case, not yet. and now it looks it never will be. Life is not far, but
this one was my doing I had opportunity to be with him two years ago and I
turned him down.
"One more day. Just one more day and you will be mine." Connor whispers to
himself. He was sitting on his bed in his dimly lit room, looking at a picture
of Alex Davis. He had taken the picture without his consent. Connor didn't know
when this little obsession started, but he did know that he always loved
watching Alex, even as a young child. He was, well still is, so little and so
vulnerable, like when he gets so shy he start to mumble and it just makes him
look so adorable. Connor couldn't help the innocent smile that forms on his
face, but that innocent smile quickly turns into a psychotic one.
Consent. Is that even a real thing? Do you really need it when the person you
love is going to love you back one day? Of course not. Connor has already done
things to Alex that Alex hasn't agreed on. Then again he didn't exactly
disagree with him neither. No, Connor didn't need Alex's consent. Alex was his
and his alone, he just didn't know it yet.
Connor has given Alex a lot of things over the years. He made sure that no one
ever bullies him. He gives him gifts every valentines day and birthday. A small
thing that seems to go unnoticed by all others. Of course, he would never write
to Alex, it was secretly placed in his school bag because Alex wasn't ready to
be his. The most important thing he ever gave Alex and what was also the most
important thing Alex ever gave him was their virginity.
Connor started to become hard as he remembers the first time they did it. The
way he had to wait outside house in the middle of the night until he saw Alex's
master Mr. Thomson and his son leave for clubs.
He had been watching Alex and household for some time now, so he knew their
timetable pretty well. A couple of minutes after Alex's master and his boy's
leaves, he slowly made his way to the front door and let himself in. He knew
Alex was asleep by now because like he said before, he has been watching them.
He slowly and silently made his way up the stairs and to Alex's bedroom. When
he entered Alex's room, he froze on the spot. There in front of him was his
beautiful angel fast asleep.
He needed to take a deep breath because he was losing his self-control. When he
regained his control, he carefully climbs on top of Alex so he wouldn't wake
him and pulled out a rag and a small bottle of Chloroform from his black hooded
pocket. He put a good amount of Chloroform on the rag and hold it against
Alex's nose. Alex didn't move a muscle and Connor was so happy that Alex was
being so obedience for him. He held onto the rag for a good five minutes till
he was satisfied that Alex wasn't going to wake up.
Connor had to stop his train of thought for a minute so he could get his damn
jeans and boxer briefs off and get some lube from his bedside table. He slowly
unleashes his semi-hard cock to the cold air and began putting lube on his
hand. He moves his lubricated hand to his cock and slowly starts to stroke it
while going back to his thoughts of his Alex.
Connor stripped himself naked first before he started to do the same to Alex.
Every time Connor remove a layer of clothing, he would lick and kiss around
that area. He started with Alex's top and when all the way down to his socks.
God, he wishes he could bite him, give the boy little love bites all over his
body. He wanted to show people that Alex Davis belongs to him, but he couldn't.
He can't leave any traces that he was there or things might become messy. All
though he wouldn't mind that. Connor let out a dark chuckle which turned into a
small moan after doing a hard stroke.
He still remembers the taste of Alex's cock in his mouth. Normally the thought
of giving a guy a blowjob would disgust him, but for Alex, well he would do
anything. Besides seeing Alex's flushed face and little moans just made him so,
so, so crazy. It wasn't long before Alex came in Connor's mouth and Connor
swallows every last drop. He slowly moves upward so he was sitting in between
Alex's thighs.
Connor was smirking as he grabs a bottle of lube that he brought with him. He
uncaps the lube as he squirts it onto his fingers. He moves Alex legs, pushing
them as wide as they could go. His eyes hungrily devour the tiny pink virgin
hole. It makes his dick harder, knowing that the hole is his. This was for him
and his eyes only. Connor moves one finger toward Alex's hole and breaches it.
The Chloroform made him so compliant, it gave easily and his finger sank right
into his lover hole. Even though it gave in so easily the muscle around his
finger was tight. Connor knew he was going to have to work hard to losing
Alex's hole up, but Connor didn't mind that, oh no he didn't mind that at all.
Connor licks his lips which have gone dry with anticipation. He sinks a second
finger in Alex's body working him open. After a couple of minutes, he stuck a
third finger in and thrust in and out of him like a madman. Alex wasn't ready
for that and you could tell by the small uncomfortable noises that he made.
Connor couldn't help himself though and continue to thrust his fingers in and
out. Connor finally removes his fingers. He decided that Alex was more than
ready for him now. Connor positions himself and slowly pressed the head of his
cock against Alex's hole. Connor pushes his cock into his lover. Alex was
tight, but Connor managed to get all the way in till he was balls deep. Alex's
uncomfortable noises started to get louder.
"Shhh baby, I know it hurts now but after awhile it will feel better I promise"
Connor whispered, moving up a bit so he could kiss Alex's lips. God, he loves
kissing Alex. His lips are just so soft and just so innocent. Connor couldn't
help the moans he was making. This felt too good to be real. The heat that was
coming from Alex's mouth and the way Alex squeezed Connor's cock every so
often.
It took all of Connor self-control to not go with his primal instincts and fuck
the virgin into the bed without any care of how Alex felt or if he was in pain,
but how could he do that, to the person he loves most in the world. No. Connor
would wait till Alex has fully adjusted to him then and only then would Connor
start the real lovemaking. After what felt like hours Connor slowly started
thrusting inside of Alex. Connor pushed in almost all the way before pulling
back and went back in at a slow constant speed. While Connor was doing this
Alex was letting out low groans. Connor noticed that Alex’s cockle was becoming
hard again and smirked. He reached down and began to roughly stroke his lover
causing Alex to moan in pleasure.
Connor could feel the other begin to loosen up, god it was awesome. He pulled
out and pushed back in one more time, fitting all of himself in, before
thrusting into Alex at a fast pace, much, much faster than how he had started.
Alex was gasping and crying out in pure pleasure as the sliver head thrust in
and out of him so roughly. Connor was groaning just as much as Alex was
moaning. He was trying to be quiet, he really was but fuck it. He and Alex
needed this. Needed each other. Alex just didn't know it yet.
Connor gripped his lover's hips and began forcing himself in deeper, Alex let
out a particularly loud moan. Connor knew why though. He just hit Alex
prostate. Connor was looking for that when he was fingering him but he couldn't
find it. Now that he had found it though, he wasn't going to stop hitting it.
Connor couldn't help but grin arrogantly at his accomplishment, he slowly slid
his hands down until he was gripping the back of Alex's knee, he pushed the
male's legs back before thrusting in faster and deeper. Connor groaned feeling
his lover tighten around him. He knew Alex was close now.
Alex just couldn't take it anymore, he screamed out in pure pleasure as he
finally came on both their chests. Alex rode out his orgasm while Connor
continued to thrust into him at an inhumanly fast speed, Connor let out one
more groan before finally coming inside of the other.
"Fuck!" Connor let out a loud moan as he came in his hand. The memory was too
much for him. He needed to hold Alex, he needed to kiss those lips again.
'No, he is all yours tomorrow." Connor thought to himself, making him get a
grip. Connor shakes his head, putting his cock back into his boxer briefs. He
grabs a tissue from the tissue box that was sitting on his bedside table. He
wipes the cum from his hand and crumbled it. He tosses it across the room where
Alex’s guard dead body was.
What? Like Connor had said before, he was going to have Alex tomorrow. He
couldn't have his guard getting in the way of it, the same goes for anyone who
tries to stop him. Cynthia Murphy was the first to go. Connor had broken her
neck. It wasn't hard to sneak up on her from behind. In fact, he was really
surprised how easy it was.
Larry Murphy was the second to go. Connor gave him a large dose of Arsenic in
his coffee, causing him to drop to the kitchen floor. He was violently vomiting
and shitting everywhere before going into a seizure. He died 3 hours afterward.
Zoe Murphy was the last one. Her death was simple really. He had just beaten
her to death. She had manipulated Alex into caring for her, so the slut
deserves it. He did have to gag her though, to make sure the neighbors couldn't
hear her screaming and beg for help.
He needs to make sure that no one was going to get in his way while he takes
Alex away with him. Connor starts to laugh uncontrollably. Who was he kidding,
he loves the idea of killing more people. The laughter turns more and more
demented with each minute that goes by, but suddenly he stops and looks down at
the picture of his Alex that he let go of while he was masturbating. Connor
smiles, but it wasn't just a smile. Oh no, it was a shallow smile with deep
piercing eyes and an evil mind.
"Tomorrow you be mine, every night I have you, my Alex Davis." He said into the
his empty room.
I shot up and sat up, what the hell was that, who was that, what had he had a
plan for Alex. Where he’ll do I know that old man from. I got find Alex, I
didn’t know how or where to start but every part of my body told me that I had
to find him, that was all I knew.
***** WET dream Alpha's *****
Evelynn woke up with her arms wrapped around a body, fingers intertwined with
someone else's.
She recalled she had gone to bed instead of watching a movie with their
friends, and Alex must've crawled into bed with her after the film ended. He
adored the omega's cute habit of falling asleep while holding hands, but he
gently pulled his hand away to run it through Alex’s soft jet black hair.
Evelynn nosed at the nape of Alex's neck, planting tiny kisses on his shoulder
blades. Alex had nothing on but a white t-shirt and boxers, and his body were
warm pressed against Lynn's front.
It wasn't until Evelynn had been quietly kissing Alex's neck for a while when
he noticed Alex's moans.
Short, soft, noises fell from Alex's lips as Lynn kissed his neck and back, and
his hand patted around the mattress, looking for Evelynn's hand. Evelynn pulled
his hand out of Alex's hair to intertwine fingers again, smiling when Alex made
a sigh of content.
When Evelynn continued kissing his neck, Alex pushed his ass back, grinding
into Evelynn's crotch and eliciting a sharp gasp.
"Lynn..." It was barely a whisper, but it was definitely there. only he called
her that, in all the Alpha years she had never let anyone else call that. Lynn
recalled conversations where Alex had expressed his liking for being touched
while sleeping.
Lynn rutted her hardening dick in between Alex's plump ass cheeks, groaning
quietly as he felt the dampness of Alex's slick through his thin boxers.
Another whiny breath left Alex, and he raised Lynn's hand to his chest,
unmistakably inviting him to touch his nipples. Alex's nipples were extremely
sensitive. Playing with Alex's nipples was almost as effective as playing with
his dick.
Alex writhed and moaned as Lynn's fingers rolled his nipples, pinching and
pulling at the same time as rubbing his cock on Alex's clothed hole.
"Lynn," Alex moaned again, louder this time. She was probably leaking slick
onto the sheets, but Lynn was too far gone to care. She inched off Alex's
boxers, now soaked from her slick, and Lynn halted his nipple play to shove two
fingers inside Alex.
A broken moan escaped Alex, his hot, wet walls clenching around Lynn's digits.
Once Alex was stretched enough to fit three fingers, Lynn carefully slipped out
from behind him, causing Alex to lay on his back. Hovering over Alex's sleeping
body, Lynn slipped out her fingers, hearing Alex whimper at the loss.
"Don't worry baby, I'm gonna fill you right back up with my cock. You want
that, Baby? Want my cock?"
"Lynn," Alex moaned, wiggling his ass in hopes of Lynn's dick. "Alpha," he
sobbed, words slurred from sleep. "Fuck me, please."
Lynn growled, pressing the tip of her leaking, rock hard dick to Alex's slick-
filled entrance, eliciting a tiny moan.
The slide in was so smooth, tight, hot and wet, it had Lynn's thighs shaking,
propping himself over Alex's body with arms pressed to the mattress on either
side of Alex's head, noses brushing.
"Fuck, Baby, you feel so good."
Alex was moaning loud now, breaths escaping his cherry red lips in short gasps
as Lynn fucked into him. Lynn leaned down, connecting her lips to Alex's,
tongue finding his way into his omega's mouth. Lynn groaned at the taste of
him; sleep-ridden, sweet, and feverishly hot.
Lynn disconnected their mouths to wrap her hands in Alex's hair and pull
slightly as he switched the angle of his hips, hitting that velvety bundle of
nerves head on.
Lynn watched with a smirk as Alex's eyes suddenly flew open, mouth hanging in
surprise, but eyebrows still curved in pleasure.
"Lynn?" He whimpered, confused. Lynn leaned down to connect their lips as she
continued to pound into him. When the kiss broke, a string of spit still
hanging on, Alex gazed up into Lynn's eyes, pupils were blown wide, cheeks
flushed and hair mussed. Lynn had never seen such a beautiful sight.
"Sweet dreams, Baby?" Lynn asked, a smirk still on her kiss-swollen lips.
Alex moaned, nodding his head eagerly. "Lynn, I had a dream of you," he
admitted, dragging a red lip through his teeth.
"Yeah?" Lynn's thrusts slowed and her angle lessened, causing Alex to sob.
"Tell me about it, baby."
"Y-You were kissing my thighs. And then you reached my dick like you were going
to suck it, but instead, you pinned up my legs with your big alpha hands and
you -ahhh- you ate me out, Lynn. It felt so good, alpha. You make me feel so -
hic- so good, Lynn!"
Lynn growled at Alex's words, pace quickening and angle correcting, the lewd
sound of Alex's wet hole around his cock music to her ears.
"You're so good for me, baby, fuck. Always so precious, little hole always
tight and hot and ready to be fucked. Isn't that right, baby? Your little omega
hole always desperate for thick alpha cock."
"Yes, Evelynn, oh God, love your cock," Alex blubbered, whimpering when Lynn's
hand made contact with his nipple, rolling the bud between two fingers. "Lynn,
I'm going to come!"
Lynn growled. "You wanna come, baby? Come for me, baby."
Alex sobbed as his dick painted his chest with white, walls clenching around
Lynn's cock, causing the alpha to gasp and groan. 
Elatedly, Alex felt Evelynn's cock head swell up inside him, a sob escaping his
lips as Lynn's knot formed inside of him. 
"Alpha, you're so big," his cried, his dick twitching back to hardness, and his
prostate sensitive from over-stimulation. 
"Fuck, baby," Lynn's head dropped to form hickeys on Alex's collarbones,
littering his chest with purple marks.
With a particularly loud and needy moan from Alex, Lynn came inside of the
omega, filling him to the brim. 
When her knot went down, she pulled out and watched incredulously as she come
spilled out of Alex's twitching hole. As Lynn spooned Alex, arms wrapped around
him and legs intertwined, Alex let out a sigh of content. 
"Thank you, Lynn," Alex said, hands finding Lynn's and intertwining fingers. 
"Of course, my cutie. I love you," Lynn mumbled sleepily. 
"I love you, too, Evelynn Jones. I love you so much." And that was when Evelynn
shot up in bed wet sticky but what dream, she was only 14 years old.
 
***** Story time *****
Alec lay down closing eyes he now believes he never make back to his family, no
one know where he is, or who has taken him. his been here for months now almost
a year, be sex slave to the old man who had taken him away from the family he
was sold too. tear fall down his face, it reminds him of a story he was told by
his best friend, Lyen. It was about Omega submissive Prince Arthur has he fall
sleep he dreamed about Prince Arthur.
It took Arthur a month to sneak out of the castle alone. He'd been looking for
opportunities ever since his birthday, but there was always somebody watching
the exits. He finally resorted to just poking every wall in the castle and
hoping one of them was a secret door. 
Now he was free. All it took was a simple lie, and he could slip out through
one of the secret exits. He hadn't been allowed to be out of the castle by
himself, ever. There was always somebody following him around, watching him,
coddling him. Arthur was sick of it. He should be old enough to handle himself.
He'd hunt down a deer -- a stag! -- and prove to his father once and for all
that he was capable. He was told that he was headstrong like his mother and
Beautiful like her too.
He started with the familiar path where Boris, the Huntsman, had shown him how
to track. Uther himself had taken Arthur down this path three times. It was
Arthur's favourite place to go hunting… which probably meant that it would be
the first place anybody came to look for him.
Arthur broke away from the trail. It hadn't rained in a while -- summer heat
wave -- which made it easy to cover up his tracks. He took great care to keep
his moves invisible. Silent. He carefully stepped over roots and avoided
breaking branches.
It wasn't too hard to spot the tell-tale signs of a deer. Arthur was a good
tracker, Boris had said, a real natural. Uther had smiled at the praise, which
meant it had to be true.
A twig snapped behind him. Instantly, Arthur lifted his bow and turned around,
ready to shoot down whatever creature crossed his path.
A tall, skinny man in a blue tunic stood there, waving at him. "Hello!"
Arthur puffed up in annoyance. "Be more careful! I almost killed you!"
The man didn't seem intimidated. "Oh?"
"Yes! I'm a trained warrior. Never sneak up on a warrior like that!" Arthur
could already feel a flush of anger spreading over him. The man -- more like an
idiot -- was smirking at him like he wasn't taking Arthur seriously at all.
"My mistake. I didn't realize who I was speaking to," the man responded, in a
slightly different tone from before -- slightly less relaxed, but more, more…
Arthur didn't know. A strange shiver went up Arthur's spine.
"Whatever. I'm going to keep hunting. Stay out of my way," he ordered. He took
off without waiting for the man to reply, but when he chanced a glance
backwards, the man was already gone. Good riddance.
--
The hunt was going terribly. Whenever he came within shooting range of any game
-- be it deer, rabbit, or even boar -- something would happen to scare the game
off. A tree branch falling. A strong breeze causing the leaves to rustle. Or
else the arrow would arc strangely and land next to instead of piercing the
animal. By the time the sun had reached its peak in the sky, Arthur was tired,
sweaty, and frustrated to the point of tears.
If he came home without something to show for his efforts, everything would
have been for nothing. Uther wouldn't trust Arthur to be by himself again.
Arthur wiped at his eyes. It was the heat and the dirt, he told himself. He
wasn't a baby, he could handle a bit of disappointment. He'd clean himself up
and head back home; whatever happened, happened. He'd do better next time.
Mind resolved, he headed towards the small pond only he and Leon knew about. In
the current summer heat, it was unlikely that the lake or the river would be
free of people, and Arthur didn't want to be caught and dragged home. He would
return of his own will, with dignity.
Leon and Arthur had discovered the pond while out on a hunt with some of the
older knights. Leon had become a knight when Arthur was eleven but didn't act
like he was somehow better than Arthur. It was only because of Leon that Arthur
had even been allowed to accompany them, and it had been his idea to follow a
different set of tracks that led them to the pond in the first place. It was
their secret.
By the time Arthur reached the pond, he was more than ready for a swim. He
stripped off his shirt and boots, already had his hand on the ties to his
breeches when he spotted him. The man from earlier, dozing on the grass around
the pond.
"What are you doing here? Are you following me?" Arthur raised his bow, though
he had to bend awkwardly to get an arrow from his quiver. The man didn't open
his eyes, but his lips stretched into a grin.
"I was here first. Hardly following, now am I?"
Arthur's hands were shaking. He had to force himself to take a few deep
breaths, like he'd been taught, to steady them. In his current state, there was
no way he could shoot straight. Remain calm. Take good sight of your target.
Imagine the arrow going straight through it, Uther had said.
The target: a man -- who really couldn't be that much older than Arthur -- with
black hair that flopped across his forehead, sharp cheekbones, long nose. His
clothes marked him as a peasant, with only the ring on his finger standing out
in any way. The angle was all wrong to shoot him in the heart, but he could
definitely catch a leg from here.
The man lifted his hand and the sunlight seemed to catch on the ring, flashing
so bright that Arthur had to squint against the light.
"Who are you? I demand to know!" Arthur shouted.
The man sat up. The light from the ring diminished, and Arthur had a clear
shot. One wrong move and the man would be dead.
"My name is Emrys. Think of me as a hermit, of sorts."
That would explain the clothes. "What kind of a hermit wears a jewel like
that?" Arthur asked instead. He suddenly remembered all the stories the knights
told about bandits on the road, and slavers who would be more than happy to
kidnap a prince and ransom him back to the kingdom.
"A vain one. It's just a pretty bauble, not worth much," Emrys said, and he
began moving his hand back and forth, as if playing with the light. It made
Arthur a bit dizzy, watching the bright light coming and going, coming and
going, back and forth, back and forth and…
Emrys stood up and walked over to Arthur's side. "Why don't you put the bow
down, Arthur, before you hurt me?"
Arthur blinked and shook his head. How did Emrys know his name? "No! This-
- this was a gift. From my father, for my birthday. It's new, I can't lose it."
He tightened his grip on the bow.
"Oh, it was your birthday? How old are you?" Emrys placed a hand on Arthur's
arm. A strange warmth began filling Arthur.
"Thir… Thirteen." Strange. Arthur finally found his calm, but he couldn't
remember why he'd been panicking in the first place. His arms felt heavy, and
his tongue didn't seem to want to form words. Emrys put his second hand on
Arthur's bare shoulder and slowly coaxed Arthur to lean against him. It was
almost like a hug. Arthur had been eleven the last time Uther had hugged him.
The bow clattered to the forest floor.
"That's a good lad."
Emrys leaned down to whisper in Arthur's ear. "I'll make sure you will have no
trouble when you get back. Come see me again in a year. And I hope you think of
me, occasionally." The Young Omega did not Understand that feel and the way his
act around the other man.
Arthur couldn't think of a good answer. The warmth radiating from Emrys felt so
good, even though it should have been oppressive in combination with the summer
heat. He just wanted to feel more of it. When Emrys stepped away, it was almost
like somebody had dumped cold water all over Arthur.
By the time Arthur felt steady enough to say anything, Emrys was gone. There
was nothing left to do but pick up his things and return home.
--
Emrys hadn't lied. When Arthur got back to Camelot, everybody acted as if he
hadn't been gone at all. No punishment from Uther, no reprimand from Kay for
not being there to squire for him.
Life went on. Arthur grew stronger, bigger. His muscles started getting
defined, and he no longer had to feel too jealous of Leon's growth spurt.
His first wet dream was about Emrys, which didn't even make sense. Arthur
barely remembered him, only the wonderful, comforting warmth that he found
himself craving during those long stretches when Uther barely acknowledged him.
At least his first embarrassing erection had been because he'd stumbled on
Morgana in her nightgown --the material showed off her developing figure in a
way her dresses didn't. Arthur had truly just forgotten that she was living
with them now, and hadn't expected that particular room to be occupied. He'd
had to rush back to his room and masturbate furiously. Morgana had the same
dark hair as Emrys, didn't she? What expect Arthur notice was that both Emrys
and Morgana were Alphas.
Gwen was pretty too, but so were some of the visitors to the castle. Leon even
suggested having a tumble with one of the kitchen maids, because she was sweet
on Arthur. He'd tried, but her kisses left him cold.
It didn't matter. In everything else, Arthur was excelling. His skill with the
sword was improving so tremendously that Uther even sparred with him once a
month. Arthur was so elated, it took everything he had not to gush his thanks
at his father. So. Arthur thought he had been a man at thirteen. Obviously,
that was wrong. But at fourteen? He was definitely an adult.
--
He hadn't even meant to see Emrys again. His birthday had gone uncelebrated
this year, because Uther was suddenly in a bad mood. "The harvest hasn't been
so good that we can spend it on lavish feasts, Arthur," and, "Must you be so
insubordinate? If--" He never finished the "if" sentences.
Morgana tried to console him, but what did she know about Uther's moods. She
seemed to think that they were actually siblings now, when she'd only been with
them for a few months. Leon tried to distract him with new swords or sparring
sessions. The cook baked his favorite sweet pie, just for him. Arthur was
getting sick of them. He itched to get out of the castle. He needed to be free
again.
It wasn't hard to sneak out of the stables with his favourite mare, and the
path to the pond seemed to just open up before him. The few times in the past
year Arthur had bothered to visit -- always with Leon in tow -- the path had
seemed overgrown and near impossible.
The pond was, as ever, calm. Arthur took in a deep breath, enjoying the brisk
air. The water from the pond seemed to cool the area, despite the sun glaring
down and reflecting off of the still waters.
For some reason, he had expected Emrys to be waiting for him. Arthur's fists
clenched.
No. It didn't matter. Arthur slid off the mare and tied the reins to a tree
branch within easy reach of the water. It was midday, hot enough that a swim in
the pond seemed very enticing. Arthur quickly stripped and jumped into the
water.
It was cool. Refreshing. Arthur sighed. Maybe this was exactly what he'd needed
-- a stolen moment for himself. He swam a few laps around the pond until his
muscles felt pleasantly sore and his fingers were starting to prune.
Time for a nap. Arthur pulled himself onto one of the flatter boulders by the
shore and stretched out. The rock was pleasantly warmed from the sun. He used
one arm to pillow himself, and the other to run down his chest, across his
stomach, on his cock.
Slowly he stroked himself into an erection. This was rather pleasant, in a way
jerking off at home rarely was -- there just wasn't enough privacy. Servants
kept knocking at his door, his father would just stride in unannounced, and
sometimes Morgana went against propriety and forced him to entertain her at odd
hours of the night.
Another hand landed on top of his own. Arthur gasped and opened his eyes; Emrys
stood over him, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.
"When--"
"Shh. Keep going." He guided Arthur's hand to continue its movement. Arthur
found his breath coming more ragged; just being touched by Emrys was increasing
his arousal tenfold.
"Oh, you're so good, aren't you, Arthur." Emrys's eyes seemed to sparkle, the
way his ring had a year ago. Arthur couldn't look away, didn't want to look
away, not even to see their hands intertwining on his cock.
Emrys used his other hand to lift up one of Arthur's legs. "Spread wide for me,
Arthur."
Arthur found himself nodding. His body felt loose, relaxed. Warmth seared
through him, and when Emrys asked him to spread "just a bit further," Arthur
managed to forget his brief apprehension and display himself. He was open for
Emrys, shameless, and it felt good. It expected the young prince that he could
not refuse the man orders.  
"Beautiful," Emrys whispered. He stepped away, shocking a strangled cry out of
Arthur. "Shh, patience. I'm going to make you feel so good, pet, you just need
to be patient."
"Yes, yes, of course," Arthur babbled. He bit down on his lip, hoping to
prevent any more embarrassing cries. Uther would have admonished him for being
so undignified.
Emrys said something, so soft that Arthur couldn't understand, then pressed
down just above Arthur's hole. Arthur couldn't prevent the moan that escaped at
that strange sensation. Why hadn't he tried that before? He'd always
concentrated on just his cock, but--
Emrys began gently massaging Arthur's balls, his hands slick with something.
Arthur's vision was beginning to white out. He moved his hand back onto
Arthur's cock -- when had it drifted away? -- and stroked quickly.
Then something pushed inside his hole.
Arthur tried to sit up, but Emrys placed a hand on Arthur's chest and kept him
in place. "Shh, don't worry. Trust me."
Yes. Trust Emrys. That-- was that right? But Arthur couldn't think of a reason
why it wouldn't be right. Especially when that warmth that Emrys exuded was
now inside Arthur. Everything else, that had been nothing. Skirting across his
skin, too fleeting. This was the very essence of heat and arousal, collecting
inside Arthur, spreading into his blood. He had to still his hand, just so this
moment wouldn't be over. He wanted it to last forever.
And then, somehow, it got better. Emrys started thrusting his finger, and when
he moved it just so, something in Arthur lit up.
For all that he'd known orgasm wouldn't be long off, he was still caught by
surprise by how intense it was. This wasn't a wet dream, which left him with
only a haze, or even a stolen moment for himself, which was quick and dirty.
This was pleasure rushing over him like a waterfall, so strong he had to submit
himself to it.
"Good, good boy," Emrys whispered. He was still thrusting his finger into
Arthur, for which Arthur was grateful -- he didn't want the warmth to leave.
Yes, he felt a little bit sore, but he could put up with it in exchange for
this feeling.
"One day," Emrys said, "I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes," Arthur replied, his voice hoarse. Lost in Pleasure he never knew the
words that left his lips.
"Not today. You aren't ready. I'm going to give you a gift. I want you to use
it every night. Then you'll come back in a month and we'll see."
Then Emrys pulled away completely, leaving Arthur without his wonderful heat.
Arthur sobbed and tried to reach for him.
"No. You have to earn it. We'll see in a month."
--
The gift was a strange bulbous piece of wood, with a tapered end and a wider
base. The wood was completely smooth, free of any rough edges or splinters.
Arthur thought he felt a residual warmth on it.
He didn't try to use it for a week. He just kept it near him when he jerked
off. Once he snaked his own fingers inside his hole, but it didn't feel the
same as Emrys had.
Then, one night, he said something -- Arthur couldn't even remember what it had
been -- but it had thrown Uther into a rage. Arthur had been told to leave the
dinner table and not show himself until the next evening. Morgana gave him a
pitying look but didn't try to stand up for him.
It didn't matter. That night, he oiled up the gift with one of Gaius's balms
and slowly worked it inside himself.
Oh. That was so much better than his own fingers, but still not enough. Arthur
still came harder than he'd ever done on his own before.
After that, he could barely come without the gift. He tried to alternate, and
he told himself not to use it in the mornings. He took good care of it, made
sure to hide it when he left the room. On the days when he didn't use the gift,
he would have to beat off so long that his dick got sore.
With the gift, even just putting it in could bring him close to coming. He had
to practice bringing himself off the edge, just so he could enjoy it.
On some days, when he knew he didn't have practice in the morning, he would
leave the gift in for hours. He pretended Emrys was watching, praising him for
being so good, for having such amazing control.
Those were the best nights.
--
A month passed far too quickly.
Arthur rode out to the pond and was gratified to see Emrys already waiting. He
carefully climbed off his horse, but every time he bent his leg he could feel
the gift shifting inside him, pressing up against that spot.
Emrys smiled like he already knew. "Come here," he said. From anybody else,
Arthur would have baulked at following such a blatant command.
It didn't matter when it was Emrys. He walked awkwardly towards Emrys, his
steps slightly wobbly from the gift and his growing erection. A fur pelt was
spread out a few feet away.
"Strip and lie down on your back," Emrys ordered. Arthur hurried to obey. The
fur was soft against his back, far more comfortable than the grass. Gratitude
welled up in Arthur -- Emrys was so considerate.
"You look so pretty, Arthur." Emrys sat down next to him, very blatantly raking
his eyes over Arthur's naked form. "Especially here," --he tweaked one of
Arthur's nipples-- "and here," --he gently squeezed Arthur's cock. Arthur
groaned.
"Say thank you when I compliment you."
"Thank you," Arthur said, near automatically. Omega needs to please an Alpha
especially when are Sexual active.
Emrys tapped against the base of the gift. Arthur squirmed as he felt it shift
inside him.
"Hold still. I want to take my time. Examine you properly."
Holding still was a battle in and of itself. During training, Arthur had
learned to go against his first instinct of leaping into the fray, and was now
much better at assessing an opponent first, but this was different.
Battle gave Arthur a thrill, but it didn't arouse him. Arthur didn't have
Emrys's breath ghosting across his shaft, or his tongue dipping into Arthur's
belly button. He had certainly never worn the gift to a training session.
Emrys stroked Arthur's arms and legs, and then petted his belly. "You're coming
along nicely," he said, and Arthur wondered if that phrase should have worried
him. Belatedly, Arthur said, "Thank you."
"I'm taking this out now." Emrys stroked around the rim of Arthur's hole just
once, then gripped the base of the gift and slowly pulled it out. Arthur keened
at the loss.
"Get on all fours."
Arthur scrambled to do as asked, even when he wanted nothing more than to wrap
himself around Emrys. If he obeyed, he would get what he wanted.
Emrys placed one hand on Arthur's rump; Arthur's cock twitched. Already that
addictive feeling was spreading through his body.
And then that finger slid inside Arthur again. It wasn't anywhere near as large
as the gift had been, but it left Arthur feeling so gloriously full anyway.
This was the pure essence of Emrys. "Please. My cock--"
"Not today," Emrys said.
"What?" Arthur craned his neck and looked at Emrys in near panic.
"Keep your head down."
The first jolt against that spot nearly made Arthur look at Emrys again, but he
remembered the reprimand and kept himself staring at the fur pelt underneath
him. The pressure was building inside him, a slow-burning arousal so different
from the frenzy the last time. He could concentrate on the sensation of the fur
against his skin, on Emrys's hand stroking small circles on his arse-cheek.
Then came the first spurt of come, and he hadn't even orgasmed. "What--?"
Arthur could feel himself emptying out, slow dribble by slow dribble, but the
arousal wasn't culminating. There was no peak. Just a soft tingle crawling up
his spine, buffered by Emrys's own presence.
"What are you--?"
"You aren't coming today. You don't get to come all the time. You need to learn
this," Emrys explained.
"No! Please!" Arthur sobbed. He needed to come. He couldn't bear to be so close
to Emrys and be denied.
"Stop crying," Emrys said, his voice still soft, but so much firmer than it had
been earlier.
It reminded Arthur of Uther, and that more than anything made Arthur grow
despondent. Even after Arthur had been milked dry and Emrys pulled Arthur into
his lap, whispering, "Shh, shh, it's fine," and placing kisses all over his
forehead, Arthur couldn't shake that disillusionment. Emrys was supposed to
make him feel good. This was… Still good, but not enough. Just not enough.
"Come back next month," Emrys said.
--
Arthur found himself by the pond again. He hadn't even wanted to come, couldn't
even remember setting out to get there.
"Arthur." Emrys was smiling at him.
Arthur shook his head. "I'm not-- I don't-- No. I'm not going to."
The gift was still hidden away in a locked box underneath Arthur's bed,
hopefully collecting dust. Maybe woodworm had eaten through it. Arthur hadn't
used it since that day a month ago, because he didn't want to be reminded of
what Emrys hadn't given him. It didn't matter that jerking off had lost its
appeal -- it was just a distraction anyway. Arthur had thrown his excess energy
into his training, and everybody noticed an improvement. Uther had been happy.
What more did Arthur need?
"What's this about?" Emrys asked. He moved to take one of Arthur's wrists;
Arthur jerked away quickly.
"Don't touch me. What are you doing touching the prince anyway? My father would
have you hanged for this!" His mind found way to fighting against the pain of
rejection that he had felt when the man words remind him of his cold unfeeling
father.
The statement, instead of scaring Emrys into submission, just made him laugh.
"Oh, yes. Uther would have me hanged, of that, I have no doubt. But he would
have had me hanged either way, so I think I'll enjoy myself."
This time Emrys managed to grab Arthur -- it was that damn ring and the light
it emitted -- and maneuver them so that Arthur was sprawled across Emrys's lap.
Arthur struggled to lift himself off, but Emrys's arm on his back kept him in
place. "Let go! You can't do this to me!"
Emrys pulled Arthur's breeches down so that his ass was exposed. "Did your
father ever spank you?"
For one mortified moment, Arthur remembered the sole time Uther had taken over
Arthur's punishment himself. His blows hadn't been any harder than that of the
nanny, but the nanny had never gotten Arthur to cry so hard. This was going to
be worse. Arthur braced himself.
The first slap echoed loudly across the clearing. To Arthur's utter shame, he
found that even being slapped didn't change the fact that Emrys's touch felt
amazing. The sharp pain was followed by the tingle of arousal. He could already
feel his erection growing, digging into Emrys's thigh.
By the seventh slap, Arthur was squirming, trying to get the friction on his
cock, to somehow counterbalance the pain and the shame piling up. "Stop
moving," Emrys said.
Forcing himself to keep still meant he had nothing to distract him from the
blows. His arse was beginning to warm, and every breeze seemed to exacerbate
the sting. "I'm going to keep going until you're ready to apologize for being
such a brat."
He had nothing to apologize for! But the blows didn't lessen, and the rhythm
was so uneven that Arthur couldn't even grow used to it. He didn't know how
long it went on, but at some point, his vision began blurring. Still, he kept
his mouth shut.
"I wonder what your father would say if he saw you like this. Or perhaps all of
those knights you keep trying to impress? Prince Arthur, behaving like a child,
being punished like a child. Can't even control his reactions, like a child."
Oh. Oh no. His stomach did a twist, and that shame that had been just bearable
suddenly became impossible to contain. Arthur let out a long sob. "I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"
Emrys stopped immediately and pulled Arthur up into a hug. He petted Arthur's
backside, rubbing in circles. The sting and the arousal seemed to work to
intensify each other, and the sheer relief of being able to cry and let go
meant that Arthur had absolutely no defence left when Emrys wrapped his hand
around Arthur's cock.
"Please. I'll be good. I'll behave. Please. I barely-- this month, I couldn't-
- I just need--"
"Sssh. That's right. You remember that. You need me. I'm going to give you what
you need." Arthur came with tears still streaming down his face, and it was the
best thing he'd ever experienced.
--
Emrys invited him to a cabin that winter. It was near the pond, somehow
unnoticed before, and kept warm by a small stove. The fur pelt from before was
laid out on the large bed.
In the past few months, Arthur had grown taller, so that Emrys no longer
towered so much over him. Another inch or two and they would be of equal
height. It didn't matter. Arthur always felt strangely small in comparison.
The cabin contained a bookshelf, and from there Emrys pulled a book of poetry
and had Arthur read to him. Arthur hadn't had time for poetry in a while, and
he found himself enjoying the strange, relaxing atmosphere. It felt like they
were displaced from time.
Emrys was generous with the wine so that by the time evening came around Arthur
was feeling slightly tipsy. And he needed to piss. He began pulling his boots
on.
"What are you doing?" Emrys asked.
"Going out. To. To pee," Arthur explained, with the appropriate hand gestures.
"No."
Arthur frowned. "No? But--"
"Come back and sit with me." Emrys gently tugged on Arthur's shoulders, pulling
him to lean against Emrys's chest. "Have more wine."
Before Arthur could refuse, Emrys pressed the goblet against Arthur's lips and
tipped the liquid in. Some of it spilt out and dribbled onto Arthur's bare
chest. Emrys only pulled the goblet away when it was completely empty.
"Why--"
"Come, let's read some more."
Confusion warred against the need to please Emrys. In the end, he settled back
in and went back to reading out loud. Emrys petted his hair and murmured
encouragements, and it was almost enough to forget the pressure building up in
his bladder.
He must have dozed off. Arthur woke with the alarming need to relieve himself.
He fumbled to escape Emrys's grasp. He couldn't see a chamber pot, so he needed
his boots and at least a cape so he didn't die of exposure while he went out to
piss. Even stooping to pull on a boot was painful, and bending over to grab the
cape from the floor nearly caused him to lose it.
He took small, quick steps to cross the room.
When he reached the door, Emrys said, "Stop."
Arthur slowly, painfully, turned to face him. "What? But I need to--"
Emrys got out of the bed and came to stand beside Arthur. He grabbed Arthur's
shoulders and forced him to face the wall, pushed him right up to the corner.
Each step was a painful effort of self-control. Emrys pressed up against his
back.
"I know you need to, pet. And I'll take care of you." Emrys snaked his arms
around to undo Arthur's breeches. He pulled out Arthur's cock, just as a small
spurt of liquid trickled out. Arthur felt his face heat up.
Emrys's other hand settled on Arthur's stomach and began rubbing. "I control
this part of you too," Emrys said.
Arthur shook his head -- this was beyond deviant, this was disgusting -- but
even that movement felt like it jostled something inside him. "Please."
"Sssh, don't worry, pet."
And then Emrys pushed down right on top of Arthur's bladder. There was nothing
Arthur could do. He closed his eyes and tried to bury the shame, but all he
could hear was the sound of his piss hitting the wall. Emrys kept rubbing his
stomach, and the loose hold he had on Arthur's cock tightened.
"Please-- I don't--" Arthur leaned back as far as he could, trying to escape
the smell, the sound. This wasn't him, he was more than a dog who couldn't
control himself. Yet Emrys had him trapped, kept holding on until the last drop
of liquid was out and all Arthur was left with was the sharp contrast of shame
and relief, building on each other. Arthur blinked against tears, turned his
head towards Emrys, and was rewarded with a kiss on his lips.
"Good boy. You're so perfect." Hearing those words made everything worth it.
--
Arthur found himself at the cabin almost every week in winter. There wasn't
much else to do, and he felt warmer at the cabin than in the castle. Uther
certainly never seemed to notice him missing, and training happened rarely when
it was too cold to properly move.
It didn't even matter that most times, Emrys didn't bring Arthur to orgasm.
They would lie in the bed, under the covers, and that was enough.
"Why do you live here?" Arthur asked. Emrys stopped stroking Arthur's scalp for
a moment.
The silence stretched out, to the point where Arthur was afraid he had somehow
offended. "It is nowhere else for me to live," Emrys finally responded.
"You could live in the castle. You… you probably know a lot about plants,
right? 'Cus you're a hermit? Gaius -- he's the physician -- he always says he
needs an assistant. You could help him with that." The more Arthur thought
about it, the more the idea grew on him. Emrys, always within easy reach.
Arthur wouldn't have to sneak around. He could be with Emrys every night.
Emrys chuckled. "I'm not sure that's a wise idea."
"No, it is! And then I could show you all the hidden nooks in the castle."
Arthur glanced up at Emrys and smiled at him. He got a fond smile in return,
one that seemed to settle right on Arthur's heart.
"Did I tell you, there's a cave under the castle. I went there once, but it
smelled so bad I didn't want to explore any further. But we could go together.
Maybe there's a secret treasure!"
"Hmm. I'm not sure an old man like me could handle that kind of an adventure."
Emrys never spoke of himself, and sometimes he spoke like he was ancient, but
he really didn't look older than twenty. "Old? You don't look that old."
"No, I don't."
Arthur sensed that was the end of that thread of discussion. He rambled on
about life in Camelot instead, hoping that Emrys would be enticed enough to
visit.
--
Winter led to spring led to summer, and it was Arthur's birthday again. The
visits with Emrys had been growing less frequent, from once every two weeks
back to once a month and now not even that. But Emrys had promised him. On the
anniversary of the day they had met, they would see each other.
Arthur rode out at the break of dawn.
"Emrys?" He didn't bother waiting for a response, immediately started
stripping. The gift was already in place, so he could be ready for whatever
Emrys had in store for him today.
Emrys was waiting for him by the shore, lying on that same pelt that had
accompanied many of their encounters. Arthur thought at times he would
associate it with all those moments when Emrys milked him without giving him
pleasure -- more often than Arthur liked, but he understood now that he needed
it -- but that same pelt carried all those other memories as well. The first
time Emrys had used his tongue. The first time Emrys had let Arthur suck him.
The first time Emrys had kissed him.
And now, the first time Arthur had seen Emrys truly, completely naked.
"Hello, pet. I have a special present for you today," Emrys said with a smile.
"Thank you," Arthur said, automatically. He had learned to be polite to Emrys
because Emrys's disappointment was harder to bear than Uther's. And his
punishments cut deeper.
"Today, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to come inside you," Emrys told him,
and even just a year ago that statement alone might have brought Arthur over
the edge. He was better trained, now. this was day Arthur would truly be Emrys
in every way, no man or woman could tare them part after today.
Emrys motioned for Arthur to get into position. Emrys had come up the hand-
signal with after Arthur had mentioned learning silent signals for use during
hunts or battles. Arthur got on all fours and arched his back, raising his
arse.
"That's a good boy," Emrys murmured. He moved around behind Arthur, and Arthur
knew better than to try to look. He wanted to see Emrys's face when he came
inside Arthur. He wanted to know if Emrys got the same pleasure from Arthur's
body. Before, even when Arthur used his mouth, Emrys would always pull out at
the last minute and paint Arthur's face with his come. He never let Arthur
swallow it, no matter how often Arthur begged.
Emrys pulled the gift out without fanfare, and Arthur breathed through the
transition without any noises. Something better was coming, he told himself. It
was just a finger at first, spreading that strange oil that Emrys seemed to
grab out of nowhere. This was a familiar, calming ritual.
"Remember to relax, pet," Emrys said in his most soothing tone. Arthur took a
deep breath and willed his muscles to loosen.
He still wasn't prepared for it. Emrys pushed in slowly, and by the time Emrys
was fully inside him, Arthur could no longer think straight. How had he ever
thought that just Emrys's fingers or tongue could be enough? No. This was as
close to heaven as he would ever get, Arthur was sure of it. Every last fibre
of his being was tingling with excitement and arousal.
And then Emrys began moving. Brushing up against that spot inside Arthur.
Arthur couldn't stop the cries that escaped his throat, the cries that soon
became incoherent sobs. He kept clenching and unclenching his hand, unsure of
what to do with them, wanting to do something just so he could distract himself
and last longer, but at the same time wanting nothing more than to focus every
last bit of attention on just this sensation. Emrys's hand skirted near
Arthur's cock, a hint of warmth, and even that was intolerable.
"Arthur, Arthur, you're going to come when I come. And it's going to feel so
good, pet. You're going to ride high for so long, and nothing, nobody else is
ever going to compare. You're going to be mine forever," Emrys's words seemed
to tumble out, flowing over Arthur and every one of them absolutely true.
"Yes, yes, I'm yours. Forever. Please, please--" Omega gives himself hold
heartedly not know what it would mean.
Emrys dragged it out. When Arthur thought it was impossible, he couldn't stand
it anymore, Emrys would slow down. He even stopped at one point, enough for
Arthur to come down from the edge, but not enough to be prepared when Emrys
slammed back in with more force than before.
When release finally came true, truly, the most amazing sensation Arthur had
ever felt, the bliss that could last him a lifetime Arthur dared to sneak the
smallest glance at Emrys. He knew he would never forget that face. The absolute
pleasure that Arthur had brought Emrys, that-- that was more important than his
own desires.
Of course, it was over too soon. Emrys pulled out of him, and Arthur choked
back a sob at the loss. He wanted it forever. Emrys rubbed Arthur's sore, messy
hole for a moment, murmured, "You really are amazing."
"Thank you." Arthur's voice was completely shaken, and that seemed to amuse
Emrys.
"Oh, come here, pet. Lie with me." An order Arthur was more than happy to obey.
He crawled up to Emrys and tucked himself up against him, with his head on
Emrys's chest. He loved falling asleep to Emrys's heartbeat and Emrys's fingers
carding through his hair.
"This is our last meeting like this, pet."
"What?" Arthur moved to prop himself up, only to have Emrys's fingers tighten
on his scalp. Arthur let himself sink down again.
"Sssh, calm. Don't worry. You won't remember me."
"But I want to remember you!" Not knowing Emrys -- Arthur couldn't imagine it.
He needed Emrys like a fish needed water. The days when he didn't see Emrys
were bleak and cold.
"You'll remember how to please me. You'll know how to act around me. And you
will always, always be mine. But destiny needs to move along now." Emrys's
words were murmured almost too low to hear.
"I don't understand--"
"Don't worry. Sssh. Sleep now, pet."
Arthur tried to struggle against it, but Emrys's order was absolute. His eyes
drifted shut and his mind fell blank. The Alpha had plans for Arthur now that
his training was over, so he would meed his turn half, A young Alpha who would
become the greatest Warlock to walk along side Man, he and Arthur were two
sides of the same coin.
--
Arthur couldn't place it, but something was missing. Food seemed bland, the
wine wasn't sweet enough. His few stolen nights with Morgana were barely worth
the effort it took to sneak into her room.
Jerking off was only slightly better -- he found the most satisfaction when he
slipped his fingers inside his hole and pretended somebody was guiding his
hand. Just pleasing Uther wasn't enough anymore. He remembered how much he had
worshipped his father at thirteen; he couldn't muster that kind of strong
feeling for him anymore.
He threw himself into training instead. This was something he could excel at,
and nobody could fault him for ignoring all other aspects of his life for it.
But it still left him irritable. He relished it when the squires made mistakes
just so he could yell at them. Games with the other knights turned to cruelty.
Until, Until Merlin.
At first, the idea of somebody dogging his steps like that chafed. Arthur
hadn't had a personal servant since he was fourteen, and had long come to
cherish his privacy. But Merlin just seemed to be everywhere.
The first face Arthur saw in the mornings was Merlin’s. "Wake up, Arthur!" he
said with an innocent smile, and Arthur's day seemed brighter for it.
"Let's get you dressed, Arthur," Merlin said and began tugging on Arthur's
laces before Arthur could even protest about doing it himself. Besides, most
nobles had somebody to help them dress. Morgana had Gwen, Uther had George, and
now Arthur had Merlin.
He doubted Morgana and Uther had to forcibly keep their breathing still while
their servants did their jobs. Every time Merlin's hand brushed against
Arthur's skin, something bubbled up inside him, some strange desire that felt
familiar and yet left him aching.
After tournaments, when Merlin said, "Well done, Arthur," and patted him on the
shoulder, Arthur could feel his body respond. The embarrassment caused his face
to flush. And he couldn't even do anything about it because Merlin would trail
after him, even when dismissed. "You know you can't remove your armour
yourself, Arthur," Merlin explained.
And Arthur couldn't bathe without becoming hard. Merlin noticed, he always
noticed, but he never tried to make Arthur feel ashamed for it. He just did his
job with his usual cheer: scrubbing Arthur's back, between his fingers and
toes, up his thighs and even between his legs. "We wouldn't want you to catch
disease, after all," Merlin said. "A lot of men with diseased and dirty parts
come to see Gaius. It's not a pretty sight." And then he coaxed Arthur up to
scrub dirt away from his hole as well. Arthur had tried so, so hard to not make
any embarrassing noises during the whole process, and failed so, so miserably.
The water invariably clouded with his release; sometimes Merlin kept silent
about it, other times he would rub Arthur's back and say, "Bet that feels
better."
Arthur knew a peasant shouldn't be making him feel like this. Uther often made
disparaging remarks about the lower class, and his disregard for Merlin was
beyond even that. So, Arthur tried to throw Uther off the scent by having
Merlin put in the stocks, but the looks he got from Merlin afterward left
Arthur feeling sick. It wasn't worth it. Arthur stopped trying to punish Merlin
it was like punishing himself.
Yet for all that Arthur strove to improve himself, to make Merlin proud of him,
it never seemed like Merlin noticed. He continued to smile, he continued to be
a terrible servant, and he continued to treat Arthur like… like nothing more
than an acquaintance. A friend. An equal. And none of that felt right. Arthur
didn't know what he wanted, but what they currently had was not it.
--
"Honestly, you would be lost without me," Merlin said. He was clearly agitated,
enough so that Arthur wanted to shrink away from his touch. Unfortunately,
Merlin was dressing Arthur's wounds, and there was no escaping.
The bleeding wasn't too terrible -- Arthur had certainly handled worse -- but
it was the first time Merlin was seeing him like this. If Arthur had known
there were going to be bandits along the way, he would never have insisted
Merlin come along. Actually… Arthur's brow furrowed. Had he insisted? Or had
Merlin volunteered?
At least they'd found a cabin they could rest up in. Merlin had wasted no time
in stripping Arthur down to his smallclothes and forcing him onto the bed.
Lying down had done wonders for his pain.
Merlin worked in silence, washing the remaining cuts and rubbing salves on the
worst of the bruises. He scrutinized every last inch of Arthur's body, until he
was satisfied that no wound had gone untended. Arthur sighed and readied
himself for the loss that always came when Merlin stopped touching him.
Merlin lifted Arthur's hand up and -- Arthur keened -- pressed his lips against
the palm of Arthur's hand. "Don't you ever do that again." And despite the
clear command, there was another undercurrent to his voice. Merlin was worried.
"I was trying to protect you, Merlin," Arthur whispered. His breath was coming
out ragged. "I can -- I can handle myself. You're the one who can't even lift a
sword properly."
Merlin shook his head. "No. You needn't worry about me." He shifted to lie
beside Arthur and pulled him into an embrace, guiding Arthur's head to rest on
Merlin's chest.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want you to -- to not be
with me." Somehow that was a very real danger. Arthur's greatest fear involved
Merlin disappearing, and he didn't even know why.
Merlin began carding his fingers through Arthur's hair. That was... familiar?
Had they done this before? ...Didn't matter. Arthur started to relax into the
feeling. He should move away, insist that Merlin was overstepping his bounds,
or insist that Merlin shouldn't feel pressured into being so close to Arthur,
but-- He didn't want to.
"I'm not going anywhere, pet. You're my destiny," Merlin murmured. The words
didn't make any sense, yet they reassured Arthur anyway.
"Don't worry. I'll make you a great king. You'll unite Albion. And you'll be
mine forever." Yes. Arthur could already feel it deep in his bones, rushing
through his blood. He belonged to Merlin. Had belonged to him since before they
had met, and would belong to him even after death. Arthur smiled and buried his
head in the crook of Merlin's neck. As long as Merlin wanted him, Arthur was at
peace. Poor Arthur never knew that Merlin and Emrys one and the same, Arthur
Alpha forever.
Alec had been eleven years when Lyen had told that story, He would curl up in
her lap by the fire, during one of the there trips to the snow. She had kiss
forehead, wrapped her arms around him, have they both feel in sleep that night.
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