A coward King gets conquered

Destiny_Brent

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OOC: I've seen little gay posting around her but decided why not see if anyone's interested. I very much enjoy playing a gay male. Two guys enjoying eachother turns me on unbelievably! :)


BIC:

A'hazia (A real king, look it up!) became ruler at a young age. He was the son of a very corrupt ruler and had inherited his fathers, lapses. His father had trained him well in deception and cruelty and pleasure. He was an arrogant and immoral ruler. He worshiped the false gods and did whatever pleased him, when it pleased him to do it. However, a short while into his rein he was conquered by a rival nation. He knew he was about to lose and as he was actually a great coward he went to hide himself in a far off city. It worked for a short while but soon the enemy found him there and dragged him to his old palace, now a base for the enemy. There th pulled him before the new ruler. A'hazia cowered in fear tears brimming in his eyes as he faced the ruler knowing what his fate would be. He bowed his head miserably wishing for anyway out of it, he begged to be released pleading with the new ruler. "You have my kingdom, Please! Let me be!" He groveled and cowered, "I will serve you! Anything! Please!"

The guards regarded him disgusted, the man had stooped lower then they would ever, a dishonoarble and repulsive boy in their opinion. But the ruler regarded him with a look of interest and smirked at the idea of servitude. The guards had had enough of his whining and begging. One of them raised up his sword to do him in.

"WAIT!" The new king shouted, "Put down your sword!" he let out a smirk. "I shall be the one to punish the boy." The guard nodded and resheathed his sword. "Of coures your magesty. He bowed his head. "Leave us." The king ordered taking his sword out of it's sheath so the guards would leave without protest, they did.

The boy, A'hazia looked up at the new ruler with wide tear filled eyes, "Please sir.." He was kneeling before him in nothing but his undergarments. His hands were tied with rope behind him. His large blue eyes gazed at him seemingly glazed over with tears. His curly brown locks fell around his face and curled over his ears reaching just to his chin. His lower lip trembled as his eyes gazed over the sharp swords blade.

OOC: This is the begining of a story I'm writing, takes place in bible times. :) Thought I'd just have some fun with it :) I'm A'haziah, I'm looking for someone for the MALE king, Please.

[Edited by Destiny_Brent on 04-08-2001 at 11:04 PM]
 
OOC: Yells at Adrian, Bad Adrian!

[Edited by Destiny_Brent on 05-18-2001 at 09:58 PM]
 
OOC: Oops sorry Destiny... *innocent grin*


IC:I, King Simon sat on my throne scowling angrily, I'd conquered the land, the prize I'd desired for so long... but where, where was it's treasure. That treacherous youth of a ruler had ran, the coward. I grinned to myself, My men would find him, then I, King Simon will punish him... he would not have death, such a beautiful youth. No, he'd be my slave forever, reminding me always of the land I'd won and of the power I'd gained!
My face dropped to a deeper frown as yet another report of a village searched, A'hazia hadn't been found. "That treacherous coward!" I growled loudly jerking myself up and out of my throne angrily pacing before it, "I want him found! NOW!" The soldier hurriedly ran out to obey.

My head jerked up at another intrusion, "The King has been found!" A grin swept my face, "Finally." I took a seat on his throne, well A'hazia's throne. "Show him in." A sadistic grin contorted my features as a fearful A'hazia was drug in, I would enjoy this. The young ruler looked up at me then immediately bowed his head tears brimming in his eyes. I grinned looking at him and reached down grabbing his hair. "So our King has returned." With that I shoved the childs head back down. "That's right, cower, that's all you can do..." My smile only grew more sadistic, more vicious as A'hazia begged and pleaded for his life, "Not willing to die for your people, your land... you pathetic king..." My face grew angry and I jerked away, letting him think he would be killed for his weakness.

A'hazia groveled more and cowered before me, "I will serve you! Anything! Please!"

I chuckled to myself as I heard him offer, I knew he would, so predicatable, the youth was mine. I turned around in time to see my guards rasing his sword, intent on doing away with the dishonarable vermin.

"WAIT!" I shouted, "Put down your sword!" I let out a smirk. "I shall be the one to punish the boy." The guard nodded and resheathed his sword. "Of course your magesty. He bowed his head. "Leave us." I ordered taking my sword out of it's sheath so the guards would leave without protest, they did.

The boy, A'hazia looked up at the new ruler with wide tear filled eyes, "Please sir.." The boy was kneeling in only his undergarments, I felt a stirrling in my loins, what I'd wanted for so long, here before me, but I would not hurry this, I intended to savor each moment. He was bound and looked so... delicious, bound and tied looking up in with pain and desperation. I looked over his face his locks graming his face beautifully. His lip trembling gazing at my blade, he suddenly lowered his head looking at the ground his eyes squeezed shut. I watched as a tear dropped to the floor.

I smirked, "Not even brave enough to watch your fate coming?" I grinned then reached down and grabbed his chin forcing him to look up at me, "You will watch boy." My right hand shown the sword, "But this, this will not be your fate." I tossed the sword down looking over his features with lust. His skin was so soft to my touch, "You will be mine, mine in everything, whatever I bid you shall do."
 
I looked up in quick shock as he hollared wait to them and watched the guards retreat, leaving me to my certain death.. I looked up again, a last and final plea, it went unasnwered I looked down again. My body shivered from fear and desperation, nothing I could say would free me from this moment, I shivered as I squeezed my eyes shut as far as they would go, as if I could block out this moment. I knew that wasn't possible, there was no escape, for the first time in my life, nothing could get me out of this.

The tears I had been holding back were about to fall, I tried desperately sniffling trying to keep them back, but soon a single solitary tear began it's journey, alone down from the corner of my eye, along the top of my nose to drip, noisily on the floor. The sound resounded in the empty room, empty, my chest shook as I heaved frightened, alone.
I heard his taunting but ignored them, I was done for... I was to die, why couldn't I just die quickly... why must he draw this out. Suddenly his hand was on my chin and wrenched my face up to look at his, twisted with sadism. My whole body shook in his hand, under his penetrating gaze, I couldn't bare the moment I close my eyes tight.

I heard his last comment, "But this, this will not be your fate." My eyes opened at the sharp clang of metal hitting the floor. There laying was his sword, he'd thrown it aside... what did he intend to do to me, my mind didn't even want to fathom it... I didn't want to face this.

I was so blinded by the fear I didn't see the lust in his features, his greed as his eyes roved over my body hungrily.

"You will be mine..." His slave, my eyes brightened, he was serious, I would live. I bit my lip, "of course... of course my liege."
 
Punishment

"But you will be punished for this as well my slave, I do not let you get off easily for your insolence."
I reached down and grabbed a handfull of those auburn locks and wrenched him up into a standing position. "Come with me child, now!" I released his hair and grabbed up the sword, knowing he would probobally try to use it, I couldn't turn my back on this one, but then again, why would I want to. I grinned and gestured towards the door, "I believe you know where the dungeon is." My eyes danced with the joy of the moment, the thought of his punishment, and his life long service.
 
My heart skipped quite a few beats as he mentioned punishment. I looked up at him making sure I was wide eyed and gave him one of my best childish pouts, "Please... please don't, I won't run again.. I promise..."

He merely laughed in my face, I was cut to the bone, never had I been out of control, I hated this feeling, I've never really been punished...

Sudennly I felt his fists burried in my hair, I let out a quick grown of pain as I hurriedly stood. He ordered me to come, I of course would obey, he let me go and grabbed up the sword, damn. He gestured for the door, maybe there would come my chance for escape, as I noticed the guard I thought twice.

My entire body stiffened, the dungeon. I'd been there once, I refused to go there again. I felt a sudden push on my back and I stumbled towards the door my fear growin great, "Please.. m'lord.. no..." he shoved me on I noticed the violent looks from the guards, they'd expected me dead, i wondered now if that would have been better.
 
I had to prod him on a few times, as expected, but soon we ended up at the entrance to the dungeon. "Nice place, so who'd you send down here, enemies? Mnmmm.. well it will be a nice place for you to be boy." I grabbed his wrist and suddenly jerked him around slamming against the wall. "This will be fun." I loved the fear in his large brown eyes, I shackled his wrists against the wall. He struggled to pull against, "No!" His cries only warranted a grin from him, "I'll put you in your place." I walked over towards the rack. "Terrific... nice toys." I picked up one of the whips. This should do, I turned to show him the item I'd picked up. His entire body writhed, wanting to escape... he cried out in protest of my obvious intentions.

I really hate to hurt that nice body of yours, but you've been a bad little boy... it will heal. I raised my hand high watching his body tense, his eyes squeeze shut as he began to sob again.
 
I tried to ignore his cynical comments as we entered the dungeon, my mind was racing, blood pumping as I looked over the instruments in the dungeon, my dungeon. I felt his firm grip on my wrist in a sudden quick movement, and before I knew it I was whirled around and slammed against the hard, cold concrete behind me. It took a minute before my vision cleared after my head slammed against the wall behind me. I focused on his sadistic grin as I felt him pin the shackles around my wrists.

Regaining my thoughts I tried desperately to slip my hands from the grips but it was in vain, I writhed and struggled.

"No!"

He watched over me grinning, looking at my body viciously, there was something else in his eyes as he looked me over, but I was too preoccupied to think, I couldn't place it.

I watched as he turned to leave me, he'd leave me down here to starve? I bit my lip, "I'll put you in your place" his hands slid over the rack of weapons. I gulped, he didn't intend to leave me, that would be too merciful. My heart skipped a beat as he turned to face me.


'This should do' I could barely look to see what he had in store for me. As he turned I pulled harder against my restraints, "NO!" A whip, frayed at the ends, specially chosen by me for my worst of slaves, I'd never have imagined it would ever be used on me.

I shook all over crying out, appealing to his mercy in a choked and desperate voice.

He watched over me cynically and I could tell there was nothing I could do, my entire body tensed as his hand raised, I squeezed my eyes tight, hiding from it, not wanting to see it coming, not wanting to anticipate the pain.
 
I brought the whip down in a fierce blow acrossed his chest, a sudden crack, I smiled as he let out a loud yelp of pain. I brought the whip up again, the leather straps swing down as I bring them upon his young flesh again and again.

Soon my beating was rythmic, the whips getting harder and faster as I continued, at first he yelped at every blow, but soon he seemed to weaken and was sobbing almost inaudibly by the time I had finished.

I stepped back surveying the damage. He had large red streaks up over his entire chest and some down straying towards his legs. He groaned in pain as I grabbed his head and lurched it upwards,

"You're mine now, your life, your mind, and your body. You're all mine."

I let his head drop as I went back tossing the whip back on the rack. Oh how I wanted to start the fun now, I felt my loins aching, wanting release in this young strong boy. But no, not now, I wanted him fully concious. I turned and walked from the room quickly leaving him to his wimpering.
 
My body lurched as the leather straps hit my bare chest with a loud crack. I felt my skin part as the leather dug into my flesh I ground my teeth together my face contorting in pain. As the sting began to lessen a little I began breathing again my chest heaving over and over at a rapid pace.

*Crack!* The whip was brought down again, and again, and again, on my bare chest, I yelped as the pain began to flood over, not having time to lessen before another sharp smack was felt. I was soon weak and sobbing my body too weak to make much noise. I shook miserably as he laughed

I felt his hand reach around ripping my head up by my soft brown locks. "Mine..." Is all I heard, his voice murmered barely to make him out my head swimming. I barely focussed on his face but definately made out the now fammiliar grin covering his features.

As he loosened his grip releasing my hair my head dropped, I wasn't able to hold it up, all of my strength gone.

He chuckled as he left heading out of the room muttering about something.

I lay dangling alone and miserable. I sobbed as I was left their two days, no food, no water, and beaten every night, except the last night... when I was brought up to the kings throne room and dropped before the throne.
 
I was waiting expectantly as they drug/carried the boy into my audience chambers. I smiled a little,

"Leave him."

The attendants dropped him with a thud and left, happily listening to the boy whimper as he hit the floor. One guard chuckled, but they both left promptly.

"So boy, how have you liked your stay so far?"

He looked up at me desperately his eyes red from sobbing, his lips dry and parched, his belly visibly thinner. I did however approve of his scars, having healed nicely thanks to my medics care he wasn't going to have hardly any scars, and the ones he did have would be small... minor... and good reminders to him.
 
I hardly noticed as several guards entered, I hoped for food or water... or death... anything but a beating... I woudn't survive another... but maybe that would be better. I had sobbed the past two nights strait, no more tears would fall... no more could I silently shook as they grabbed my hands. Their grip firmed as they unclasped the restraints letting me fall to the ground.

I greatfully let myself sprawl out, glad to be on a surface, instead of dangling, glad to have support.

The pleasure was short lived, a guard grabbed one arm, the other did the same. They wrenched me up, I had no strength to support myself, they drug me up the stairs and towards the throne room.

'Leave him.'

I heard a horribly fammiliar voice say, the guards let me fall to the floor again. I let out a grunt/whimper as i hit the hard pavement. But my arms immediatly moved to supprot my head up off the ground as I lay there glad once more to be simply lying there.

They left, I heard them chuckle as they went out, I heard the large doors slam to a shut and a bolt being locked.

'So boy, how have you liked your stay so far?'

I heard the sharp edge to the question I could practically see his sneering face, and I soon did as I brought my eyes up to meet his...

"I'm sorry sir... as I said... I'm sorry... I'll never do anything to displease you again... I'm sorry... you are my master."

I sobbed horribly, hardly being able to support myself on my elbows as I looked up, pleading, desperately searching his features, for mercy and hope... though i knew all was probobally in vain.
 
I watched as his head slowly turned up his brown curls springing as he shifted his head. His large eyes pleaded, his voice cracked as he apologized over and over again, he wanted me to let this go...

"The beatings will stop... unless you act up again."

I paused for effect to get his reaction,

"You are right, I am your master, and will be always."
 
My closed my eyes a large sigh being released as the burden of the beatings was released,

"I shall never displease my master... my master always."

I let my head drop submissively before him, a little work, how hard could it be, the useless slaves did it all the time, of course I could, a powerful king, and soon... soon I would take back my land... somehow... I had to... but not openly... I'd get one of my guards to do it, find some loyal... I wouldn't get in trouble if someone found out about it.

"What is it my lord wants of his servant?"
 
I walked over taking his chin in my hand once more, his smooth skin, god I loved everything about this beautiful boy. I raised it up looking into his blue eyes etched in relief,

"Your master wants you."

I watched as his brow creased, a confused expression etching his face.

I let my finger trail down the outline of his features, gently carresing him.


"Your master wants you badly."
 
I feel his hand take my chin and raise it again, I allow it eagerly, everything to please I look into his eyes relieved, the beatingss were over.

As he spoke I bit my lip and furrowed my brows, your master wants you... what did that mean? What could that mean? He had me... I searched my brain to understand his statement.

He brought a finger of his other hand to trace my features, his soft touch gentle streaming down my countours. Your master wants you badly.

I recognized something now, that hidden thing in his eyes, that certain look to him that I hadn't been able to understand. The look... the edge to everything he did and said... was lust. He lusted after me... this King... this King lusted after me.

My body began to tremble under his carresses now, his eyes hungrily feasting over me. My eyes widened and my lips parted a little nervously.

I was painfully aware of my near nakedness now, painfully aware of the plans he intended to carry out, and what he'd been holding himself back from... I also was aware, he wasn't holding back anymore.
I watched as his brow creased, a confused expression etching his face.
 
I felt him tremble and smiled,

"My servant has not experienced a man I see."

I laughed and let my hand draw away as he cowered down to scared to even look at me.

I turned from him and looked over at the basin of water left for me. I gently scooped up a drink in my hand and walked towards him,

"Look up, drink..."

I lowered my hand down before his face.
 
He laughed at me as he parted, realizing the truth, well... the truth he'd allready known. I was sure he'd known... his look... his taunting.. he knew... now he was just taunting him the more so.

I looked down as he left my presense stepping towards the throne, maybe he'd lost interest... maybe. I heard the slowshing of water, my throat ached my tounge ran over my dry lips, trouble was my tounge was not much wetter.

Footsteps. His shadow moving towards me, getting closer and closer till it engulfed me. I kept my head down, I can't look at him... I can't bring myself to think of what he wants.

"Drink..." The word was all it tooked, I eagerly rose my head to look at the crystal water in his palm. I put my mouth eagerly to his hand sucking up the water as much as I could lapping draining his hand of every ounce of wetness licking up every drop.

My dry throat eagerly swallowed up the lifesaving offering, my body quickly reacting as the burning in my throat died down.
 
I watched as he eagerly swallowed the offering, taking it from my hands his lips and tounge searching for every drop of water it could find. I smiled as I let my hands stay, him seeking to quench his thirst by licking every inch of them.

"That's my boy."

I chuckled as he pulled back from my hand his eyes downcast, nervous as he was. It aroused me all the more, god I wanted to take this boy, here and now. But patience would make me appreciate this all the more.

"Good, you want more? You have to earn more. Come here child, come here..."

I beckoned him with a short curl of my fingers as if calling a child.
 
I see his hand curl up, his fingers moving fluidly slowly. I grew more unnerved the closer I got but I slowly crawled forward, never rising my eyes to look at him... I couldn't bare the thought. I knelt before him a picture of obedience and submission,

"Yes my master?"

I didn't even want to think of what he'd have me do to earn more water, but with just that small taste I felt my throat rejuvinating, I needed the rest... the burning in my throat and stomach, I needed more.
 
My heart was filled with excitement, my loins struggling to be freed as I forced myself to surpress the growing erection, no now was not the time.

I took a piece of food of the plate next to him. I watched intently as his gaze followed the movement of the food with keen interest.

"You want it? You'll have to come and get in boy."

I half smirked as I placed half of the item in my mouth as I beckoned the boy toward me.
 
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