Envy - Chapter 7 -
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junkerinFic 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 7
“My king, a word please...?” Cas called from behind Dean. Dean slowed down, turned and smiled at his friend.
“My friend, I was on my way to… never mind, what can I do for you?” he asked.
Glancing about to be sure they were alone, Cas leaned in closer and spoke seriously, “Can I speak openly?” On a nod from Dean he continued, “Dean, I really need your help. I know you trust your uncle, it’s just …. The Arrokadians they want … I know how you feel about it.”
Dean didn’t understood what Cas was talking about, but he had an idea: “Did you talk to Elo? It’s ridiculous to think… that I could… he’s a slave, he’s just a good fuck! Nothing more! I don’t care more about him than any other slave!” Dean was starting to get agitated.
“No, that’s not what I was talking about…” Cas tried again, but this time he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Lord Gunnar.
“My King, Lord Cas! I couldn’t avoid hearing a part of your conversation. My Lord Cas, how could you suggest his majesty has feelings for a common harem boy? And worse he is a convict!”
“No, I wanted to ask King Dean, if he would consider joining the negotiation with Arroka.” Cas tried again. He pleaded with Dean with his eyes to not let him down, to understand him. But Dean was too far gone in his anger; he didn’t listen or watch Cas as he tried to handle his feelings.
“And why is that, Lord Cas? The negotiations are running smoothly. Why exactly do you need King Dean? To hold your hand?” Gunnar asked sarcastically. The last thing he wanted was Dean joining the negotiation with Arroka. It was hard enough to keep an eye on Cas during the meetings, to keep him busy and occupied with other stuff. But Cas wasn’t an idiot and he knew something was going on, he only didn’t know exactly what.
“Lord Cas, if you could excuse us I need to talk to my nephew.” With that Lord Gunnar sent Cas away. Cas was furious, but there was nothing he could do unless the King told him to stay. He looked at his friend, but Dean looked a bit mad at him. Cas could only hope that Dean would be careful.
“Dean, I need a little favor, but it shouldn’t be a problem since you just said that you don’t care about that boy. Ambassador Boris asked for a night with your Forest boy, in exchange for granting Stone Statt a monopoly for trading certain livestock.”
Dean could only gape at his uncle, did he just ask him to sell Sam off for some Trading privilege? And much more importantly he didn’t want to share Sam. Sam was his. The thought of someone touching Sam made him almost physically ill.
On the other hand he couldn’t keep Sam to himself, not without announcing to the palace that he was in love with a common savage barely out of the forest and convicted of attacking Stone Statt people. What should he do? What could he do?
“Wait… no...” he heard his uncle say and was reminded that he was still waiting for an answer. Gunnar wore a nasty smile as he said, “Cas was right you care for your little fuck toy.”
“No! I don’t.” Dean hurried to say. “He can have him tonight.” That would prove once and for all, that he didn’t care about that boy. He wasn’t in love with him. That should make everybody shut up.
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Sam had taken his required bath but hadn’t prepared himself any further. Sam knew that with his next small meal he would be drugged again. But maybe, just maybe if he could report to Lord Elo or Lord Cas and maybe they would believe him then maybe Sam could avoid being Ambassador Boris’s fuck toy. It wasn’t like he trusted those two, he sure as hell didn’t trust Elo after being drugged by him the first time, but he knew they were Dean’s friends and it was likely they would believe him.
From Dean he didn’t expect any help at all, he wasn’t even sure if Dean was capable of deeper feelings for anything or anyone. Sam was about to leave his room to search for Lord Cas or Elo, when the door opened and Boris and two of the Arrokadian guards entered.
“Ah…. Here is where you are hiding. You are mine tonight, slave, so follow me.” The two guards grabbed Sam by his arms and dragged him out as he tried to pull free.
“Yes, my little boy, struggle all you want. I love when they put up a fight.”
Sam stopped he didn’t want to give Boris the satisfaction.
“My lord,” Rob tried to intercept their little group. “No need for a guard, give us a moment and Sam will be brought to you.” Ambassador Boris really seemed to consider Rob’s offer but after a few moments he said: “No, I wish to take him like he is. I like to prep them myself and I don’t want you to drug him. No… thank you, but I will take him like he is.”
They hurried to the guest quarters. Sam was scared, Boris had ogled at him from the first day on, but being the King’s favorite had given Sam a false sense of security. On their way they even passed by Lord Elo but Sam could only throw him one look because Elo avoided looking at him. Sam had no chance to let Elo know what he had learned earlier because the next thing he knew he was being dumped on the floor in Boris’s room.
“Leave us alone.” Boris told his guards. “Guard the door. You know, Sam,” Boris continued as soon as they were left alone, “I didn’t expect to be able to use these on this visit…” Boris showed Sam a table, where a large collection of whips, floggers, paddles and even a cat-o-nine tails were laid out.
“These will come in handy,” he said pointing to Sam’s cuffs. Sam dared to look around the room. It wasn’t as big as the King’s room but was very luxurious. The bed was surrounded by seven large pillars, but what disturbed Sam were the four chains between two of the pillars.
When Boris saw Sam’s eyes widen, the man grinned malevolently. “Ah I see you figured out where our night will start. Stand over here.” Sam didn’t have much of a choice, he stood between the two pillars and Boris bound his hands and legs. The chains were short so they held Sam spread-eagled between the pillars with only a little slack for movement. Boris stepped closer to Sam holding up a knife. Sam didn’t flinch away but his heart start beating faster.
“This would be more fun if you actually wore more than just this piece of leather.” Boris traced the tip of the knife down Sam’s bare chest. His oiled skin mirrored itself in the sharp blade. When Boris reached Sam’s navel he let the blade slip in. The sharp pain let Sam know he was cut for the first time.
He had never experienced anything like this. He had heard the other harem slaves whisper about men that gathered sexual satisfaction out of the pain they inflicted on others but never expected to be the victim of it.
“What a shame I can’t mark you like I wish. The body of a slave needs the marks of its Master.”
The knife cut through the loin cloth and then Sam was naked in front of Boris. Sam had never felt ashamed of himself or his nakedness before, but this was different, the reason why he was naked was different and he shivered under Boris lusting gaze. Boris let his gaze drift down Sam’s body, golden miles and miles of flawless skin. All of it belonging to him tonight.
He couldn’t hold on any longer and he trailed the wickedly sharp knifepoint downward, painting a long winding red path from Sam’s left shoulder between his nipples down to his right thigh. Sam watched in horror as this monster cut him. The pain kicked in a moment later. Boris just took a step back and admired his work smiling. Then he stepped close to Sam and he licked the blood away.
“You taste sweet, boy,” he murmured.
Then he turned to the table and picked up a flogger just like with the knife he trailed it across Sam’s torso. He landed a hard blow directly across Sam’s nipples before he circled around Sam and kept on delivering blow after blow. Soon enough he’d gotten past Sam’s initial silent resistance.
As the whipping continued, Boris was treated to a regular rhythm of grunts and moans that were pleasingly familiar to him. The way the Forest boy kept thrashing in his bindings trying to avoid the next blow had him hard in no time.
“Please, please… stop. No more, please stop.” Sam started pleading after the first dozen strokes hit his chest, sides and back. The worst was his chest where Boris had cut him before the flogging. His blood was now painted all over him.
“You look good covered in blood like the defiled savage that you are.”
Boris exchanged the flogger for the cat-o-nine tails. Soon enough Sam was screaming in agony. After two especially hard blows where the nine tails wrapped themselves around Sam, he suddenly went slack in the bindings. Boris was breathing hard, whipping or flogging a slave was hard work. Sam had passed out, Boris unfastened his breeches grabbed his hard member and started stroking it hard and fast. With a loud groan he came all over Sam’s body, adding his semen to the blood.
It was quite a task to move the unconscious man from between the pillars to the bed. Boris tied Sam’s arms to the head board. He let his gaze drift down Sam’s body, his fingers tracing the bloody welts and cuts his brutal whipping had painted on the boy’s body. Sam lay on his stomach so Boris could spread his palms wide over Sam’s ass, pushing the round globes apart to reveal the pink opening. He couldn’t stop himself form stroking the pad of his thumb over the puckered flesh, smiling when the rest of the body shivered at the slight touch. Slowly Sam regained consciousness and Boris was glad for it, as the next part was always more fun when the slave was awake.
He gathered some blood and drying come on his fingers and pushed the mess into Sam. A sharp cry rang out and he felt muscles clamp down hard on his finger.
“How can you still be so tight when Dean fucks you around the clock?” Boris asked.
Sam stayed silent after his pleas had fallen on deaf ears he was sure Boris didn’t expect an answer from him. He only whimpered when Boris added a second finger. With only blood and semen as lube, the penetration hurt Sam in a way he had never been hurt before. He felt himself tearing and the fresh blood made it perversely easier for Boris to push his fingers roughly in and out of Sam. Boris grabbed his cock and stroked it to hardness again. He lined himself up with Sam’s opening and viciously pushed all the way in. Sam screamed. This was worse than the first time with King Dean. No cuori was clouding his senses. Boris did this to cause pain and to satisfy his own twisted needs. Sam didn’t know how long Boris shoved into him it seemed to be an eternity to Sam. Finally Boris came inside him, biting down viciously on Sam’s shoulder in the process.
Sam’s torture went on and on throughout the long night. Boris flogged him again; he used his paddle, fucked Sam’s ass and mouth. Sometimes he passed out during his torture but Boris always made sure he was conscious again before he started a “new game” as he called it. After a while Sam wasn’t sure if it was only Boris or if some other members of the Arrokadian group had joined in raping and torturing him. He didn’t care he just wanted this to end maybe they would kill him and all of this come to an end.
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Chapter 8: http://junkerin.livejournal.com/9868.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 7
“My king, a word please...?” Cas called from behind Dean. Dean slowed down, turned and smiled at his friend.
“My friend, I was on my way to… never mind, what can I do for you?” he asked.
Glancing about to be sure they were alone, Cas leaned in closer and spoke seriously, “Can I speak openly?” On a nod from Dean he continued, “Dean, I really need your help. I know you trust your uncle, it’s just …. The Arrokadians they want … I know how you feel about it.”
Dean didn’t understood what Cas was talking about, but he had an idea: “Did you talk to Elo? It’s ridiculous to think… that I could… he’s a slave, he’s just a good fuck! Nothing more! I don’t care more about him than any other slave!” Dean was starting to get agitated.
“No, that’s not what I was talking about…” Cas tried again, but this time he was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Lord Gunnar.
“My King, Lord Cas! I couldn’t avoid hearing a part of your conversation. My Lord Cas, how could you suggest his majesty has feelings for a common harem boy? And worse he is a convict!”
“No, I wanted to ask King Dean, if he would consider joining the negotiation with Arroka.” Cas tried again. He pleaded with Dean with his eyes to not let him down, to understand him. But Dean was too far gone in his anger; he didn’t listen or watch Cas as he tried to handle his feelings.
“And why is that, Lord Cas? The negotiations are running smoothly. Why exactly do you need King Dean? To hold your hand?” Gunnar asked sarcastically. The last thing he wanted was Dean joining the negotiation with Arroka. It was hard enough to keep an eye on Cas during the meetings, to keep him busy and occupied with other stuff. But Cas wasn’t an idiot and he knew something was going on, he only didn’t know exactly what.
“Lord Cas, if you could excuse us I need to talk to my nephew.” With that Lord Gunnar sent Cas away. Cas was furious, but there was nothing he could do unless the King told him to stay. He looked at his friend, but Dean looked a bit mad at him. Cas could only hope that Dean would be careful.
“Dean, I need a little favor, but it shouldn’t be a problem since you just said that you don’t care about that boy. Ambassador Boris asked for a night with your Forest boy, in exchange for granting Stone Statt a monopoly for trading certain livestock.”
Dean could only gape at his uncle, did he just ask him to sell Sam off for some Trading privilege? And much more importantly he didn’t want to share Sam. Sam was his. The thought of someone touching Sam made him almost physically ill.
On the other hand he couldn’t keep Sam to himself, not without announcing to the palace that he was in love with a common savage barely out of the forest and convicted of attacking Stone Statt people. What should he do? What could he do?
“Wait… no...” he heard his uncle say and was reminded that he was still waiting for an answer. Gunnar wore a nasty smile as he said, “Cas was right you care for your little fuck toy.”
“No! I don’t.” Dean hurried to say. “He can have him tonight.” That would prove once and for all, that he didn’t care about that boy. He wasn’t in love with him. That should make everybody shut up.
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Sam had taken his required bath but hadn’t prepared himself any further. Sam knew that with his next small meal he would be drugged again. But maybe, just maybe if he could report to Lord Elo or Lord Cas and maybe they would believe him then maybe Sam could avoid being Ambassador Boris’s fuck toy. It wasn’t like he trusted those two, he sure as hell didn’t trust Elo after being drugged by him the first time, but he knew they were Dean’s friends and it was likely they would believe him.
From Dean he didn’t expect any help at all, he wasn’t even sure if Dean was capable of deeper feelings for anything or anyone. Sam was about to leave his room to search for Lord Cas or Elo, when the door opened and Boris and two of the Arrokadian guards entered.
“Ah…. Here is where you are hiding. You are mine tonight, slave, so follow me.” The two guards grabbed Sam by his arms and dragged him out as he tried to pull free.
“Yes, my little boy, struggle all you want. I love when they put up a fight.”
Sam stopped he didn’t want to give Boris the satisfaction.
“My lord,” Rob tried to intercept their little group. “No need for a guard, give us a moment and Sam will be brought to you.” Ambassador Boris really seemed to consider Rob’s offer but after a few moments he said: “No, I wish to take him like he is. I like to prep them myself and I don’t want you to drug him. No… thank you, but I will take him like he is.”
They hurried to the guest quarters. Sam was scared, Boris had ogled at him from the first day on, but being the King’s favorite had given Sam a false sense of security. On their way they even passed by Lord Elo but Sam could only throw him one look because Elo avoided looking at him. Sam had no chance to let Elo know what he had learned earlier because the next thing he knew he was being dumped on the floor in Boris’s room.
“Leave us alone.” Boris told his guards. “Guard the door. You know, Sam,” Boris continued as soon as they were left alone, “I didn’t expect to be able to use these on this visit…” Boris showed Sam a table, where a large collection of whips, floggers, paddles and even a cat-o-nine tails were laid out.
“These will come in handy,” he said pointing to Sam’s cuffs. Sam dared to look around the room. It wasn’t as big as the King’s room but was very luxurious. The bed was surrounded by seven large pillars, but what disturbed Sam were the four chains between two of the pillars.
When Boris saw Sam’s eyes widen, the man grinned malevolently. “Ah I see you figured out where our night will start. Stand over here.” Sam didn’t have much of a choice, he stood between the two pillars and Boris bound his hands and legs. The chains were short so they held Sam spread-eagled between the pillars with only a little slack for movement. Boris stepped closer to Sam holding up a knife. Sam didn’t flinch away but his heart start beating faster.
“This would be more fun if you actually wore more than just this piece of leather.” Boris traced the tip of the knife down Sam’s bare chest. His oiled skin mirrored itself in the sharp blade. When Boris reached Sam’s navel he let the blade slip in. The sharp pain let Sam know he was cut for the first time.
He had never experienced anything like this. He had heard the other harem slaves whisper about men that gathered sexual satisfaction out of the pain they inflicted on others but never expected to be the victim of it.
“What a shame I can’t mark you like I wish. The body of a slave needs the marks of its Master.”
The knife cut through the loin cloth and then Sam was naked in front of Boris. Sam had never felt ashamed of himself or his nakedness before, but this was different, the reason why he was naked was different and he shivered under Boris lusting gaze. Boris let his gaze drift down Sam’s body, golden miles and miles of flawless skin. All of it belonging to him tonight.
He couldn’t hold on any longer and he trailed the wickedly sharp knifepoint downward, painting a long winding red path from Sam’s left shoulder between his nipples down to his right thigh. Sam watched in horror as this monster cut him. The pain kicked in a moment later. Boris just took a step back and admired his work smiling. Then he stepped close to Sam and he licked the blood away.
“You taste sweet, boy,” he murmured.
Then he turned to the table and picked up a flogger just like with the knife he trailed it across Sam’s torso. He landed a hard blow directly across Sam’s nipples before he circled around Sam and kept on delivering blow after blow. Soon enough he’d gotten past Sam’s initial silent resistance.
As the whipping continued, Boris was treated to a regular rhythm of grunts and moans that were pleasingly familiar to him. The way the Forest boy kept thrashing in his bindings trying to avoid the next blow had him hard in no time.
“Please, please… stop. No more, please stop.” Sam started pleading after the first dozen strokes hit his chest, sides and back. The worst was his chest where Boris had cut him before the flogging. His blood was now painted all over him.
“You look good covered in blood like the defiled savage that you are.”
Boris exchanged the flogger for the cat-o-nine tails. Soon enough Sam was screaming in agony. After two especially hard blows where the nine tails wrapped themselves around Sam, he suddenly went slack in the bindings. Boris was breathing hard, whipping or flogging a slave was hard work. Sam had passed out, Boris unfastened his breeches grabbed his hard member and started stroking it hard and fast. With a loud groan he came all over Sam’s body, adding his semen to the blood.
It was quite a task to move the unconscious man from between the pillars to the bed. Boris tied Sam’s arms to the head board. He let his gaze drift down Sam’s body, his fingers tracing the bloody welts and cuts his brutal whipping had painted on the boy’s body. Sam lay on his stomach so Boris could spread his palms wide over Sam’s ass, pushing the round globes apart to reveal the pink opening. He couldn’t stop himself form stroking the pad of his thumb over the puckered flesh, smiling when the rest of the body shivered at the slight touch. Slowly Sam regained consciousness and Boris was glad for it, as the next part was always more fun when the slave was awake.
He gathered some blood and drying come on his fingers and pushed the mess into Sam. A sharp cry rang out and he felt muscles clamp down hard on his finger.
“How can you still be so tight when Dean fucks you around the clock?” Boris asked.
Sam stayed silent after his pleas had fallen on deaf ears he was sure Boris didn’t expect an answer from him. He only whimpered when Boris added a second finger. With only blood and semen as lube, the penetration hurt Sam in a way he had never been hurt before. He felt himself tearing and the fresh blood made it perversely easier for Boris to push his fingers roughly in and out of Sam. Boris grabbed his cock and stroked it to hardness again. He lined himself up with Sam’s opening and viciously pushed all the way in. Sam screamed. This was worse than the first time with King Dean. No cuori was clouding his senses. Boris did this to cause pain and to satisfy his own twisted needs. Sam didn’t know how long Boris shoved into him it seemed to be an eternity to Sam. Finally Boris came inside him, biting down viciously on Sam’s shoulder in the process.
Sam’s torture went on and on throughout the long night. Boris flogged him again; he used his paddle, fucked Sam’s ass and mouth. Sometimes he passed out during his torture but Boris always made sure he was conscious again before he started a “new game” as he called it. After a while Sam wasn’t sure if it was only Boris or if some other members of the Arrokadian group had joined in raping and torturing him. He didn’t care he just wanted this to end maybe they would kill him and all of this come to an end.
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Chapter 8: http://junkerin.livejournal.com/9868.html
