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Envy - Chapter 4 -
Fic title: Envy
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...
My Betasoldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa
This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 4
They reached the beautifully carved wooden doors to the royal harem. The overseer, Rob, an older man with a beard and thinning hair greeted them.
“You must be the forest boy King Dean is so goopy about. Hurry up… we only have onehunderdandtwenty minutes left to have you ready.”
“Lord Elo gave him a glass cuori.” Luxor said.
“Good. That just makes it easier for me.”
Sam was led through his dreamland to a big pool where a young woman and a young man were waiting naked in the water for him. Sam stepped down into the water and reached out to kiss the girl but she turned away. They both started to clean Sam, even if he hadn’t realized it in his current state he had been pretty dirty.
Sam just felt great, the clear warm water revitalized him and the touching, stroking hands kept him aroused through the whole cleaning. After he had been cleaned he was dried and his body was oiled by the young man. He kept his movements even and almost emotionless, but when he started to put oil on Sam’s member and down his crack, Sam just couldn’t helped himself and he grabbed the boy kissed him hard and demanding.
“Sam, stop!” a harsh voice ordered him, “Do you remember the king?”
Sam nodded, how could he forget a man like that? He was the evidence and the reason that this was a dream.
“You will be his tonight. Your kisses are only his to take. Your body will be his tonight. You will kneel at his feet tonight at the dinner and he will feed you. Can you do this? Can you be his good slave, pet?”
Sam nodded he would do anything, be anything if that meant being close to the beautiful man.
The girl had started to braid his bangs with feathers and glass beads. His still hard and standing proud member was now encircled by a golden ring sitting snugly at the base.
“Lean forward.” Sam was ordered. The boy was now kneeling behind Sam and he felt his warm oiled fingers circling his rim. The warm and scented oil eased the way when first one, then two fingers entered Sam. He moaned and wished it was the king playing with his body. After the boy had three fingers inside Sam he rubbed in some kind of thick greasy paste and then forced a carved wooden plug into Sam’s opening. The base of the plug was encrusted with gems, so when Sam knelt or bent forward you could see it sitting prettily between his cheeks.
At last he was dressed in some kind of loincloth, it was very, very short and his erection tented it so you could almost see his balls.
What a funny dream Sam thought again, almost sniggering to himself. He now looked the way Stone Statt people always thought Forest People would look, how stupid! A loincloth – ridiculous, he always wore pants but if his dream king wanted him looking like that then it was fine… ridiculous… but fine.
Rob looked appraisingly at the young man, the piece of leather wasn’t meant as clothing, slightly more than a belt it only made it plainly clear that Sam, the Forest boy, was dressed up and prepared for the King.
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Dean was in a splendid mood. The boy was his tonight. He had seen the boy’s reaction to him and was very pleased by it. Dean looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a long dark green velvet tunic with golden lining and a golden dome of the palace embroidered on his back. Dean knew he looked good in this tunic; like the king he truly was.
Should he pick up … what was his name … Sam… or should he have the boy brought to him? Since Sam was under cuori Dean figured he would pick up Sam with a great royal escort and then make a big entry in the dining hall. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. He would pick up his toy… maybe they had some time before dinner to…
“My king, it is time.” His personal servant, Kent, said in a quiet voice.
“Yes, summon the escort. We shall proceed to the harem to pick up Sam.”
“Sam? My king?” Kent asked quietly.
“The forest boy I captured this morning.” Dean said proudly.
“I see.”
There were two types of visits by the King to the harem. First were the times when Dean just came in to fuck one of the pleasure slaves or to meet with Cas and Elo. And the second types were the official visits, when the King came to pick up his new favorite.
The slave was put on display and presented to the King. Sometimes a younger noble boy or girl was gifted to the harem. It even happened that a prince or princess of a neighboring country might be sent to the harem in hopes of becoming a favorite or more. Dean’s own great grandmother, for example, had married the Girian prince out of the harem and his father had married a common girl out of the harem.
Usually the King or Queen from Stone Statt married someone out of the harem. So if someone wanted to marry their child into the royal family they had to give their child to the harem. But that didn’t guaranty that the child would be chosen by the King or Queen. So giving a child to the royal harem was a mixed blessing. It could mean the child could become a King or Queen but it could also mean the child’s life was simply spent in a royal whore house. Because if it wasn’t picked by the royals or married by some royal advisor or an other member of the royal court; it was common practice to give harem members after some years of use to a visitor as a gift or as a reward to an older soldier or supporter as a mark of favor from the King. For the royal court it was an easy solution to keep the harem young and it showed the gifted one an appreciation for a given service.
So how a pleasure slave was presented to the monarch was a sign of its ranking in the royal harem. The harem wasn’t equal, there were always fights going on to catch the eyes of a high ranking member of the court or of the King (or Queen) himself. It was said that the royal prince of Girian had been surrounded by precious gifts and his teacher and servants when the Queen had picked him up for the first time.
When the wooden doors opened to present the Forest boy to the King, Sam was standing alone in the entry. You could only see Rob lingering behind the curtains to get the credit for preparing the slave.
Sam was naked except for the small loin cloth; his body was oiled and almost glowing in the candle light, his erect member tented the loin cloth, his long hair was braided and his tanned skin made a wonderful contrast to the golden slave cuffs. Sam’s cuffs were bound together with a leather and gold braided leash. But the most beautiful sight for Dean was his open smile. Dean hadn’t known he had dimples! And they made him even more stunning. Dean walked up to Sam and took hold of his leash.
“Come with me.” He ordered.
Six of his royal guards before him; six behind and in the middle King Dean and his newest slave, that’s how they entered the royal dining hall to the sound of a trumpeted fanfare.
The Arrokadian ambassador got up from his seat, “King Dean, I’m so honored to finally meet you.” Dean greeted the ambassador and went to his chaise lounge. As usual in Stone Statt, the dinner was eaten with the diners in reclining positions. Sam knelt next to the King’s chaise lounge. Elo was standing guard behind the King and Cas would lie on the left next to the King on his own chaise lounge. The royal dining hall was a circular room; there were only a few designated chaise lounges for the King, his advisor and his uncle, as well as, the Arrokadian ambassador and his highest ranking advisors. Everybody else was lying on large body cushions.
Dean had expected the meal to start, but then another fanfare sounded and his uncle, Gunnar, entered the room.
Gunnar was a big balding man with front teeth like a rat. The last gleeman that had made a joke about his appearance had quickly lost his own teeth together with his tongue.
“Thank you for waiting on me!” He called to the entire party and took the chaise lounge on King Dean’s right.
“We haven’t waited on you, my Lord. His majesty just appeared a minute ago and we were about to start.” Cas let Lord Gunnar know his rank. Dean hadn’t heard what his uncle had said, since he was too busy stroking his new toy.
Sam was as beautiful as Dean had expected him to be, once he had been cleaned.
The ambassador cleared his throat, “I see your hunt was successful today.”
“He was sentenced by the royal court to a life-long enslavement for attacking Stone Statt citizens...” Dean tried to put the new boy’s presence into the right light.
“You Stone people make things so complicated sometimes. We in Arroka believe in the right of the strongest. He is your slave because you had more power or you were stronger. He is one of the Forest people, correct?”
Dean was a bit irritated, the ambassador was right of course, but for appearances’ sake the king needed the sentencing to legitimize the boy’s presence, but he didn’t like what the ambassador had implied.
“Yes, he is.” Dean nodded.
“Is it true that they are naturals when it comes to sex? That they take drugs so they can fuck for hours? I even heard that sometimes they fuck animals they catch in the forest. It would be most entertaining to see this man fuck a boar or the other way around. What ever, he looks beautiful on his knees like this.” His foot sneaked out and under Sam’s loin cloth and he pushed hard against Sam’s plug he laugh cruelly at Sam’s groan.
Dean didn’t have time to respond because the meal was finally served and the ambassador had obviously had too much to drink already.
“Ambassador Boris, how do you like it here so far?” Cas tried to make small talk after dinner. His friend, King Dean, truly disliked Boris and the attempts of the ambassador to touch Dean’s new slave hadn’t helped either.
“If all your slaves look like this one, then we will have no problem signing the contracts.”
“As you know, Boris,” Dean said, skipping the title, protocol and diplomatic position of the man, “Slavery is illegal in Stone Statt; it is a sentence which is carried out seldom and used wisely as a deterrent to crime and to warn off any who are tempted to break our laws. And now if you’ll excuse us, we have a private dessert.” Dean said rising to his feet and tucking Sam on his leash behind him.
After King Dean and Sam had left, Lord Gunnar leaned in close to Ambassador Boris and said in a confidential voice, “You must excuse King Dean… he is young and sometimes he doesn’t see the hard side of ruling a country, that’s were I come in. For the hard decisions…”
After a look to the side at Cas he closed his mouth as if he had wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Instead Gunnar smiled and said, “Ahhh, but we have enough time to discuss all of this tomorrow. Ambassador Boris… Lord Cas….” With a slight bow, the man swiftly swept out of the room.
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Dean knew why he hated royal dinners. They were boring. He met awful people, like this Boris fellow. And tonight they had kept him from his Forest boy, no… from his Sam. He liked that name, he had expected something dreadful, along the lines of “Rumpelstilzchen” or something else unpronounceable, but ‘Sam’ was a good name.
They headed back to his personal chambers. When they reached the doors Dean sent the guards away and bid his friend Elo a fond good night. It might
have been perhaps more fun tonight if Dean, Elo and Cas had spent the night in the harem with Sam and the other pleasure slaves. Maybe tomorrow night...
Sam still looked like a wet forest dream, but the drug was slowly taking its toll and he looked like he was running a low fever, but nothing would stop Dean from claiming what was his to take.
Dean let go of the leash he was still holding and moved to a low table near to the bed. “Sam, come here!”
Sam moved towards the King but stopped when he was told, “Not like that…. down on your hands and knees.” Obediently Sam dropped to all fours and then crawled to Dean on his hands and knees.
“Good boy,” the King praised him. “Here have a drink.” Dean knew some alcohol would prolong the cuori effects, while food and water helped to wash the drug out of the system, which was why he had fed Sam only a few bites during dinner.
After Sam had some wine the King said “Crawl to the bed.”
For the first time Sam looked around the spacious room. It was a room made for a King. Two large, ornately-carved book shelves held valuable leather-bound books on one wall, while thick, velvet-covered cushions were laid out in front of a huge stone fireplace near a low table. The outer wall held three large windows to let the sun in during the day and a huge four poster bed sat beneath one of those big windows. For Sam the bed looked like a midnight cloud with the dark blue silk pillows, warm and soft to touch.
Dean had watched with fascination as Sam crawled toward the bed, he had seen the gem-encrusted end of the plug sitting between the boy’s ass cheeks and knew Sam had been prepared for him. Sam looked hot and sexy and yet strangely innocent. Dean knew Boris had been right, Forest people were known to make fantastic bed slaves. He walked to the bed knowing Sam’s eyes had never left him and Dean knew Sam had been aroused for hours. He took off his belt and peeled off his tunic, he hadn’t bothered with underwear, since he had been hoping for an early escape. And now everything he had been hoping for and wanting for so long was finally his to take.
He reached out and touched the slave’s left calf and then let his hand wander up his leg until he reached the loin cloth. Dean flipped the piece of leather away and could now look at Sam’s erect member still trapped in the golden cock ring. Dean opened the cock ring. Months before in the forest he had watched Sam come undone and he wanted to see it again. Close this time, only his this time. He wanted to touch and taste all Sam had to offer and had given so freely to his friends in the forest. But that was in the past, things were different now. Dean was the King, this was body was his to claim, to take, to possess.
Dean let go of Sam and sat down on the bed with his back to the headboard.
“Come here and kiss me.” Dean demanded.
Sam rolled onto his stomach and crawled up the king’s body. When his mouth was level with Dean’s groin, Dean whispered “That’s a good place to start kissing.” Carefully Sam gave a kiss to the head of Dean’s fully erect cock. Some precum had gathered at the tip and Sam licked it away with kitten licks. Suddenly, like Sam had found nectar he liked, he started licking and kissing Dean’s cock. He traced the veins with his tongue when he reached the head, he dipped the tip of his tongue into Dean’s slit over and over again. Dean had choked in surprise; he had never expected Sam to be someone who was good at giving head. For people from Stone Statt it was humiliating and barbaric in the worst way and many of the other pleasure slaves hated to perform in that way too. But Sam was not just giving it he seemed to enjoy giving it as much as getting it.
Dean couldn’t hold back any longer, he took hold of Sam’s head and started to fuck his mouth, gone was the licking and kissing replaced by Dean ramming his member down Sam’s throat until Sam had tears in his eyes and was struggling to breathe. Dean let Sam go and pulled him up towards him.
Sam looked at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy, had he done something wrong to his dream king? Why was he so rough, so uncaring? Making love was an equal thing of giving and taking with his people.
Dean didn’t care. He got behind Sam “On your hands and knees, boy.” He pulled the plug carefully but quickly out of Sam. He could see Sam’s rim glinting with the lubricant as he eagerly pushed two fingers into Sam. Sam didn’t move, he neither flinched nor pushed back on Dean’s probing fingers. Dean pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. With a fast, hard snap of his hips he pushed his member all the way in. Dean felt Sam’s warm channel gripping his cock and pulling him deeper. They were each groaning aloud for different reasons and Dean took that as a signal to set a punishing rhythm. It wasn’t like he was dealing with a little virgin here. Hard and fast almost brutally Dean pounded into Sam. He gripped Sam hips harder when Sam’s arms gave out and he couldn’t hold himself up and he collapsed onto the bed, ass still in the air. Faster and harder Dean pushed into Sam and with a scream he spilled his seed into Sam.
With a grunt Dean pulled out gave a little kiss to the nape of Sam’s neck then turned around and went to sleep.
Sam was still with his dream king but something was horribly wrong. He had knelt during the meal next to his Dean. He had been fed by his dream king and then he had taken Sam to his sky bed made out of midnight clouds. They had kissed, Sam had kissed his dream king’s groin and then everything had gone… wrong. After making love with his friends he had always felt good, happy and contented. But something was wrong here. Sam had wanted to play with the dream king but his dream king didn’t play. He had taken from Sam what he had wanted and hadn’t cared what Sam needed.
Suddenly there was movement by the door and Lord Elo and Rob entered the chamber.
“Get out!” Rob quietly ordered “Slaves don’t sleep by the King.”
Sam looked at Lord Elo and he had drawn a long dagger and motioned for Sam to move. Obviously they knew exactly how long their drug worked. Carefully because his ass and throat were so sore, Sam climbed hesitantly out of the bed. He felt tired and dizzy and slightly sick like he had drunk too much cherry wine.
“He’s coming out of it. We need to hurry,” Elo whispered.
Sam began to remember his capture and drinking with Lord Elo and his preparation in the harem and the dinner and the… sex.
Slowly like crawling through mud, Sam came out of his drugged dream.
Elo and Rob each grabbed an arm and dragged Sam out of the King’s room. Sam tried to get his feet under him but his legs wouldn’t follow his command. They carried, or better to say, dragged him back to the harem to a plain room and dropped him roughly onto a low bed.
Sam wanted to get up, now that he could think again he wanted to fight his way out. He wanted to get back to his family and to his forest, but again his body failed him as the drug took its toll and sleep pulled him under.
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chapter 5: http://junkerin.livejournal.com/9135.html
Author name: Junkerin
Artist name: Lylithj2
Genre: AU, Sam/Dean (not related)
Pairing: Sam/OMC/OFC, Sam/Dean, Sam/OMC´s
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 36.340
Warnings: slavery, drug use, M/M sex, dub-con, non-con, threesome (brief)
Summary:19 year old Samuel, son of Gavin, Leader of the Forest People, leads a happy, gentle life steeped in the easy, traditional footsteps and values of their ancient culture. As a highly skilled hunter, Samuel delights in providing for his friends and family and looks forward to a fairly carefree life spent among his beloved First Trees, family and 'playful' friends and perhaps leading his people some day.
Those plans seem right on track until one day when prying emerald eyes spy the beautiful young hunter 'playing' in a forest meadow with some friends and decide this 'young savage' of the Forest should be his.
Moved into a new world... one filled with debauchery, pain, treachery and greed. Can the gentle, loving, young man survive such horrors and still maintain his family's deep-seated values? Can such an uncaring world and its jaded ruler be changed for the better?
There are many people I need to thank for their great help and support:
First my wounderful artist,
lylithj2 she made me write the last four chapters...My Betas
oldbatj , tipsy_kitty and herminekurotowa This is my first BB and the thired story I finished so far no wonder I felt lost and needed help so I prayed to the gods in the internet and found those wonderful people. As an ESLer you need all the help you can get. Thank you for your on going support, help and inspiration your guys are the best!
All errors are on me!
Chapter 4
They reached the beautifully carved wooden doors to the royal harem. The overseer, Rob, an older man with a beard and thinning hair greeted them.
“You must be the forest boy King Dean is so goopy about. Hurry up… we only have onehunderdandtwenty minutes left to have you ready.”
“Lord Elo gave him a glass cuori.” Luxor said.
“Good. That just makes it easier for me.”
Sam was led through his dreamland to a big pool where a young woman and a young man were waiting naked in the water for him. Sam stepped down into the water and reached out to kiss the girl but she turned away. They both started to clean Sam, even if he hadn’t realized it in his current state he had been pretty dirty.
Sam just felt great, the clear warm water revitalized him and the touching, stroking hands kept him aroused through the whole cleaning. After he had been cleaned he was dried and his body was oiled by the young man. He kept his movements even and almost emotionless, but when he started to put oil on Sam’s member and down his crack, Sam just couldn’t helped himself and he grabbed the boy kissed him hard and demanding.
“Sam, stop!” a harsh voice ordered him, “Do you remember the king?”
Sam nodded, how could he forget a man like that? He was the evidence and the reason that this was a dream.
“You will be his tonight. Your kisses are only his to take. Your body will be his tonight. You will kneel at his feet tonight at the dinner and he will feed you. Can you do this? Can you be his good slave, pet?”
Sam nodded he would do anything, be anything if that meant being close to the beautiful man.
The girl had started to braid his bangs with feathers and glass beads. His still hard and standing proud member was now encircled by a golden ring sitting snugly at the base.
“Lean forward.” Sam was ordered. The boy was now kneeling behind Sam and he felt his warm oiled fingers circling his rim. The warm and scented oil eased the way when first one, then two fingers entered Sam. He moaned and wished it was the king playing with his body. After the boy had three fingers inside Sam he rubbed in some kind of thick greasy paste and then forced a carved wooden plug into Sam’s opening. The base of the plug was encrusted with gems, so when Sam knelt or bent forward you could see it sitting prettily between his cheeks.
At last he was dressed in some kind of loincloth, it was very, very short and his erection tented it so you could almost see his balls.
What a funny dream Sam thought again, almost sniggering to himself. He now looked the way Stone Statt people always thought Forest People would look, how stupid! A loincloth – ridiculous, he always wore pants but if his dream king wanted him looking like that then it was fine… ridiculous… but fine.
Rob looked appraisingly at the young man, the piece of leather wasn’t meant as clothing, slightly more than a belt it only made it plainly clear that Sam, the Forest boy, was dressed up and prepared for the King.
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Dean was in a splendid mood. The boy was his tonight. He had seen the boy’s reaction to him and was very pleased by it. Dean looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a long dark green velvet tunic with golden lining and a golden dome of the palace embroidered on his back. Dean knew he looked good in this tunic; like the king he truly was.
Should he pick up … what was his name … Sam… or should he have the boy brought to him? Since Sam was under cuori Dean figured he would pick up Sam with a great royal escort and then make a big entry in the dining hall. Yes, that sounded like a good plan. He would pick up his toy… maybe they had some time before dinner to…
“My king, it is time.” His personal servant, Kent, said in a quiet voice.
“Yes, summon the escort. We shall proceed to the harem to pick up Sam.”
“Sam? My king?” Kent asked quietly.
“The forest boy I captured this morning.” Dean said proudly.
“I see.”
There were two types of visits by the King to the harem. First were the times when Dean just came in to fuck one of the pleasure slaves or to meet with Cas and Elo. And the second types were the official visits, when the King came to pick up his new favorite.
The slave was put on display and presented to the King. Sometimes a younger noble boy or girl was gifted to the harem. It even happened that a prince or princess of a neighboring country might be sent to the harem in hopes of becoming a favorite or more. Dean’s own great grandmother, for example, had married the Girian prince out of the harem and his father had married a common girl out of the harem.
Usually the King or Queen from Stone Statt married someone out of the harem. So if someone wanted to marry their child into the royal family they had to give their child to the harem. But that didn’t guaranty that the child would be chosen by the King or Queen. So giving a child to the royal harem was a mixed blessing. It could mean the child could become a King or Queen but it could also mean the child’s life was simply spent in a royal whore house. Because if it wasn’t picked by the royals or married by some royal advisor or an other member of the royal court; it was common practice to give harem members after some years of use to a visitor as a gift or as a reward to an older soldier or supporter as a mark of favor from the King. For the royal court it was an easy solution to keep the harem young and it showed the gifted one an appreciation for a given service.
So how a pleasure slave was presented to the monarch was a sign of its ranking in the royal harem. The harem wasn’t equal, there were always fights going on to catch the eyes of a high ranking member of the court or of the King (or Queen) himself. It was said that the royal prince of Girian had been surrounded by precious gifts and his teacher and servants when the Queen had picked him up for the first time.
When the wooden doors opened to present the Forest boy to the King, Sam was standing alone in the entry. You could only see Rob lingering behind the curtains to get the credit for preparing the slave.
Sam was naked except for the small loin cloth; his body was oiled and almost glowing in the candle light, his erect member tented the loin cloth, his long hair was braided and his tanned skin made a wonderful contrast to the golden slave cuffs. Sam’s cuffs were bound together with a leather and gold braided leash. But the most beautiful sight for Dean was his open smile. Dean hadn’t known he had dimples! And they made him even more stunning. Dean walked up to Sam and took hold of his leash.
“Come with me.” He ordered.
Six of his royal guards before him; six behind and in the middle King Dean and his newest slave, that’s how they entered the royal dining hall to the sound of a trumpeted fanfare.
The Arrokadian ambassador got up from his seat, “King Dean, I’m so honored to finally meet you.” Dean greeted the ambassador and went to his chaise lounge. As usual in Stone Statt, the dinner was eaten with the diners in reclining positions. Sam knelt next to the King’s chaise lounge. Elo was standing guard behind the King and Cas would lie on the left next to the King on his own chaise lounge. The royal dining hall was a circular room; there were only a few designated chaise lounges for the King, his advisor and his uncle, as well as, the Arrokadian ambassador and his highest ranking advisors. Everybody else was lying on large body cushions.
Dean had expected the meal to start, but then another fanfare sounded and his uncle, Gunnar, entered the room.
Gunnar was a big balding man with front teeth like a rat. The last gleeman that had made a joke about his appearance had quickly lost his own teeth together with his tongue.
“Thank you for waiting on me!” He called to the entire party and took the chaise lounge on King Dean’s right.
“We haven’t waited on you, my Lord. His majesty just appeared a minute ago and we were about to start.” Cas let Lord Gunnar know his rank. Dean hadn’t heard what his uncle had said, since he was too busy stroking his new toy.
Sam was as beautiful as Dean had expected him to be, once he had been cleaned.
The ambassador cleared his throat, “I see your hunt was successful today.”
“He was sentenced by the royal court to a life-long enslavement for attacking Stone Statt citizens...” Dean tried to put the new boy’s presence into the right light.
“You Stone people make things so complicated sometimes. We in Arroka believe in the right of the strongest. He is your slave because you had more power or you were stronger. He is one of the Forest people, correct?”
Dean was a bit irritated, the ambassador was right of course, but for appearances’ sake the king needed the sentencing to legitimize the boy’s presence, but he didn’t like what the ambassador had implied.
“Yes, he is.” Dean nodded.
“Is it true that they are naturals when it comes to sex? That they take drugs so they can fuck for hours? I even heard that sometimes they fuck animals they catch in the forest. It would be most entertaining to see this man fuck a boar or the other way around. What ever, he looks beautiful on his knees like this.” His foot sneaked out and under Sam’s loin cloth and he pushed hard against Sam’s plug he laugh cruelly at Sam’s groan.
Dean didn’t have time to respond because the meal was finally served and the ambassador had obviously had too much to drink already.
“Ambassador Boris, how do you like it here so far?” Cas tried to make small talk after dinner. His friend, King Dean, truly disliked Boris and the attempts of the ambassador to touch Dean’s new slave hadn’t helped either.
“If all your slaves look like this one, then we will have no problem signing the contracts.”
“As you know, Boris,” Dean said, skipping the title, protocol and diplomatic position of the man, “Slavery is illegal in Stone Statt; it is a sentence which is carried out seldom and used wisely as a deterrent to crime and to warn off any who are tempted to break our laws. And now if you’ll excuse us, we have a private dessert.” Dean said rising to his feet and tucking Sam on his leash behind him.
After King Dean and Sam had left, Lord Gunnar leaned in close to Ambassador Boris and said in a confidential voice, “You must excuse King Dean… he is young and sometimes he doesn’t see the hard side of ruling a country, that’s were I come in. For the hard decisions…”
After a look to the side at Cas he closed his mouth as if he had wanted to say something more but thought better of it. Instead Gunnar smiled and said, “Ahhh, but we have enough time to discuss all of this tomorrow. Ambassador Boris… Lord Cas….” With a slight bow, the man swiftly swept out of the room.
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Dean knew why he hated royal dinners. They were boring. He met awful people, like this Boris fellow. And tonight they had kept him from his Forest boy, no… from his Sam. He liked that name, he had expected something dreadful, along the lines of “Rumpelstilzchen” or something else unpronounceable, but ‘Sam’ was a good name.
They headed back to his personal chambers. When they reached the doors Dean sent the guards away and bid his friend Elo a fond good night. It might
have been perhaps more fun tonight if Dean, Elo and Cas had spent the night in the harem with Sam and the other pleasure slaves. Maybe tomorrow night...
Sam still looked like a wet forest dream, but the drug was slowly taking its toll and he looked like he was running a low fever, but nothing would stop Dean from claiming what was his to take.
Dean let go of the leash he was still holding and moved to a low table near to the bed. “Sam, come here!”
Sam moved towards the King but stopped when he was told, “Not like that…. down on your hands and knees.” Obediently Sam dropped to all fours and then crawled to Dean on his hands and knees.
“Good boy,” the King praised him. “Here have a drink.” Dean knew some alcohol would prolong the cuori effects, while food and water helped to wash the drug out of the system, which was why he had fed Sam only a few bites during dinner.
After Sam had some wine the King said “Crawl to the bed.”
For the first time Sam looked around the spacious room. It was a room made for a King. Two large, ornately-carved book shelves held valuable leather-bound books on one wall, while thick, velvet-covered cushions were laid out in front of a huge stone fireplace near a low table. The outer wall held three large windows to let the sun in during the day and a huge four poster bed sat beneath one of those big windows. For Sam the bed looked like a midnight cloud with the dark blue silk pillows, warm and soft to touch.
Dean had watched with fascination as Sam crawled toward the bed, he had seen the gem-encrusted end of the plug sitting between the boy’s ass cheeks and knew Sam had been prepared for him. Sam looked hot and sexy and yet strangely innocent. Dean knew Boris had been right, Forest people were known to make fantastic bed slaves. He walked to the bed knowing Sam’s eyes had never left him and Dean knew Sam had been aroused for hours. He took off his belt and peeled off his tunic, he hadn’t bothered with underwear, since he had been hoping for an early escape. And now everything he had been hoping for and wanting for so long was finally his to take.
He reached out and touched the slave’s left calf and then let his hand wander up his leg until he reached the loin cloth. Dean flipped the piece of leather away and could now look at Sam’s erect member still trapped in the golden cock ring. Dean opened the cock ring. Months before in the forest he had watched Sam come undone and he wanted to see it again. Close this time, only his this time. He wanted to touch and taste all Sam had to offer and had given so freely to his friends in the forest. But that was in the past, things were different now. Dean was the King, this was body was his to claim, to take, to possess.
Dean let go of Sam and sat down on the bed with his back to the headboard.
“Come here and kiss me.” Dean demanded.
Sam rolled onto his stomach and crawled up the king’s body. When his mouth was level with Dean’s groin, Dean whispered “That’s a good place to start kissing.” Carefully Sam gave a kiss to the head of Dean’s fully erect cock. Some precum had gathered at the tip and Sam licked it away with kitten licks. Suddenly, like Sam had found nectar he liked, he started licking and kissing Dean’s cock. He traced the veins with his tongue when he reached the head, he dipped the tip of his tongue into Dean’s slit over and over again. Dean had choked in surprise; he had never expected Sam to be someone who was good at giving head. For people from Stone Statt it was humiliating and barbaric in the worst way and many of the other pleasure slaves hated to perform in that way too. But Sam was not just giving it he seemed to enjoy giving it as much as getting it.
Dean couldn’t hold back any longer, he took hold of Sam’s head and started to fuck his mouth, gone was the licking and kissing replaced by Dean ramming his member down Sam’s throat until Sam had tears in his eyes and was struggling to breathe. Dean let Sam go and pulled him up towards him.
Sam looked at him with the eyes of a kicked puppy, had he done something wrong to his dream king? Why was he so rough, so uncaring? Making love was an equal thing of giving and taking with his people.
Dean didn’t care. He got behind Sam “On your hands and knees, boy.” He pulled the plug carefully but quickly out of Sam. He could see Sam’s rim glinting with the lubricant as he eagerly pushed two fingers into Sam. Sam didn’t move, he neither flinched nor pushed back on Dean’s probing fingers. Dean pulled his fingers out and lined himself up. With a fast, hard snap of his hips he pushed his member all the way in. Dean felt Sam’s warm channel gripping his cock and pulling him deeper. They were each groaning aloud for different reasons and Dean took that as a signal to set a punishing rhythm. It wasn’t like he was dealing with a little virgin here. Hard and fast almost brutally Dean pounded into Sam. He gripped Sam hips harder when Sam’s arms gave out and he couldn’t hold himself up and he collapsed onto the bed, ass still in the air. Faster and harder Dean pushed into Sam and with a scream he spilled his seed into Sam.
With a grunt Dean pulled out gave a little kiss to the nape of Sam’s neck then turned around and went to sleep.
Sam was still with his dream king but something was horribly wrong. He had knelt during the meal next to his Dean. He had been fed by his dream king and then he had taken Sam to his sky bed made out of midnight clouds. They had kissed, Sam had kissed his dream king’s groin and then everything had gone… wrong. After making love with his friends he had always felt good, happy and contented. But something was wrong here. Sam had wanted to play with the dream king but his dream king didn’t play. He had taken from Sam what he had wanted and hadn’t cared what Sam needed.
Suddenly there was movement by the door and Lord Elo and Rob entered the chamber.
“Get out!” Rob quietly ordered “Slaves don’t sleep by the King.”
Sam looked at Lord Elo and he had drawn a long dagger and motioned for Sam to move. Obviously they knew exactly how long their drug worked. Carefully because his ass and throat were so sore, Sam climbed hesitantly out of the bed. He felt tired and dizzy and slightly sick like he had drunk too much cherry wine.
“He’s coming out of it. We need to hurry,” Elo whispered.
Sam began to remember his capture and drinking with Lord Elo and his preparation in the harem and the dinner and the… sex.
Slowly like crawling through mud, Sam came out of his drugged dream.
Elo and Rob each grabbed an arm and dragged Sam out of the King’s room. Sam tried to get his feet under him but his legs wouldn’t follow his command. They carried, or better to say, dragged him back to the harem to a plain room and dropped him roughly onto a low bed.
Sam wanted to get up, now that he could think again he wanted to fight his way out. He wanted to get back to his family and to his forest, but again his body failed him as the drug took its toll and sleep pulled him under.
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