Tir turned in surprise at the calm voice coming from behind him.
Leaning against the wooden door stood a medium sized man with
broad shoulders and a lean waist. He wore a skin-tight leather
outfit that left his muscular, golden arms bare except for a
golden band that encircled his huge biceps. His long, jet black
hair was tied up in a ponytail streaming down the man's broad
back, leaving the dangling jade earring in his right ear visable.
What scared Tir and belied the calm voice were the dark black
eyes that were unreadable to the boy as they bore holes into him.
The black dragon continued to hum and opened one wing to encircle
the boy hiding him from the man's view. Suddenly, Tir heard a
deep booming laugh that relaxed him in its joy.
"It seems like Ebony has taken a liking to you, little harem
boy. Still, what are you doing here and not frolicking in the
garden with the other children?" The man's baritone
voice that seemed slightly familiar.
"I just wanted to see the dragon, sir. I didn't mean any
harm, but he was so beautiful I couldn't help but want to see
one. I seen him circling above everyday so very gracefully.
Nothing could compare to him, nothing," Tir said with
passion from behind the black wing of Ebony.
The man laughed again and the dragon lowered its wing and Tir saw
the man laughing hard. Tir hoped his laughter meant he was not
still angry with him, although he was sure that he was in for
some punishment for being caught. Still, he felt whatever was
done with him was worth being so close to his dream. The creature
was so warm and he couldn't help be feel happy at the sound
of the pleasant hum coming from the dragon. Despite his uncertain
situation, his curiosity got the better of him and before he
could stop himself he found himself opening his mouth without
thinking again.
"What is so funny?”
"Ebony is female is what is so funny. Couldn't you
tell?"
"I have never seen a dragon until I arrived here six weeks
ago. I didn't know, I am sorry, Ebony." Tir said looking
up into the violet eyes of the dragon. Ebony accepted the apology
with a long lick of her tongue, which set Tir to giggling.
"What a strange little harem boy." the man said, almost
to himself as he walked over to Tir, turning him around.
"What am I to do with you?"
"I am sorry sir," Tir said quietly, his eyes downcast,
realizing that his dream was about to end. The man gently grabbed
the boy's chin, tilting his head up so that he could look
into Tir's eyes. His narrow black eyes widened in surprise
and he chuckled again.
"You’re right, Ebony," the man said quietly.
"You can talk to her?" Tir asked without thinking,
excited.
"Mentally yes, although I often answer out loud without
thinking."
"So what does she sound like? Do you hear words or
thoughts?"
"You sure are full of questions little one. What is one so
curious and bold doing in the palace harem? I bet you don't
fit in too well for all your prettiness." The man sat down
next to the dragon, leaning up against her and smiling crookedly
at the boy.
"No, sir,"
"I see her thoughts in pictures in my mind, and feel her
emotions; I just know what they mean. Some hear words, others
feel emotions, some see pictures, some just vaguely feel what
their dragons are thinking, others know exactly. It is different
from rider to rider. The best dragon riders are those that can
understand exactly what their dragons are thinking, they are the
ones most devoted to their partners."
"So you must be very good," Tir said, wide-eyed at the
man.
"I suppose, for me it isn't about showing off or winning
a tournament. All I care about is Ebony and doing our job the
best that we can."
"What do you do? I mean you and Ebony? I couldn't hold
the other harem boy's attention long enough to learn much
about dragons and their riders. All they wanted to talk about was
gossip." Tir said, exasperated, forgetting that he should be
in trouble and that the man shouldn't be questioned. The
gorgeous looking man had a calm, relaxing air about him that had
for the moment made Tir forget about his situation and what he
was. The man's easy smile and deep voice that answered his
questions made Tir relax even though he should be afraid of what
was going to happen to him.
"We patrol the border of the land. Delivery proclamations to
various towns, act as judges in small villages, take care of any
trouble in the land. I guess we could be called peacekeepers.
When Terma goes to war, we fight. Dragons with their fire, the
riders with magic and steel."
"Magic?" Tir asked, highly curious and a little
afraid.
"Not all of us, but some. The dragonesses seem to like mages
as partners, it seems,"
"Are you one?"
The man stood up, brushing off his pants and looking at the
sun.
"You better be going, little harem boy, we will be having
company soon."
"You mean you aren't going to turn me in?" Tir
asked, not daring to believe it to be true.
The man sighed, looking down at the boy who was so full of
questions, yet undeniably beautiful.
"No, Ebony has taken a liking to you, and would be most
angry with me if I did. I will not hinder you from seeing her,
but hear me little one, neither will I help you. I hold no sway
over the King when it comes to the palace harem. If you are
caught you will face stern punishment that I will not save you
from. Neither the King, nor Esper, takes kindly to the harem boys
having a will of their own. If they discover not only your
disobedience but your interest in anything other then pleasuring
your patron, you will be treated harshly. Remember that before
you come here again, little harem boy." The man said with a
deep frown, the first one he had truly seen on the man.
"I am Tir,"
"And I am Drake, but you are nothing more than a little
harem boy to me. Now go, the healer will be here shortly and he
will not hesitate to turn you in," Drake said sternly.
"Wait, a healer? Is she ok? Please tell me." Tir asked,
forgetting that he might be caught in his fear that something was
wrong with Ebony.
"No, she is fine. It is time for her to mate is all, now go,
little one," said Drake, his face softening again when he
saw the fear written in the boy's elflike face. "Now
go"
Tir gave one last, longing look at the dragon and a quick bow to
Drake before slipping outside of the doors. He quietly snuck back
through the long, empty walkways to his hole. It wasn't long
before he was once again sitting down on the bench by the dragon
statue. He could have never guessed that the dragon up close
would be so amazing, beautiful and kind. Despite her large size,
extremely long claws, and huge fangs Tir had not been afraid at
all of Ebony. Both her and the handsome man seemed to have an
aura around them that put Tir at ease, even though he should have
been scared out of his mind. He wondered why the man had truly
let him go. It seemed odd that the man had let him go and even
implied that Tir could come and see Ebony again if he dared to
escape the gardens.
Drake had said that Ebony liked him, and just thinking about it
made him smile again in happiness. Tir had to wonder if Ebony was
the only one to like Tir. Drake had been an exceptionally
handsome man, certainly one the best looking men he had seen
since coming to Terma. The only man that could rival Drake had
been the Baron in sheer physical beauty. Tir had to admit he
would be hard pressed to pick between them; he had to wonder if
the dragons picked their partners based on looks. Both men
intrigued Tir and aroused him, and he hoped that he would have a
chance to encounter both of them.
Looking up at the sky Tir realized that he still had hours to go
before the bell would sound, calling the boys inside. He had only
been away for a couple of hours and he realized that tomorrow if
he went back he might be able to spend even more time with Ebony,
and maybe even the friendly Drake. The prospect excited Tir; he
looked forward to seeing the dragon again, but he also found
himself hoping that he might see Drake again and ask him the
million questions that filled his mind. Sighing, he wished that
the day was over so the next one could begin.
Tir was woken late in the night by a light slap to his face. His
eyes opened instantly to see a large figure hovering over
him.
"Come on, the King is calling for you, although I don't
know why," hissed Esper's high-pitched voice.
Tir blinked and sat up as Esper pulled impatiently at his arm.
Tir got up and followed Esper into the bath hall, where three
attendants rushed around him, clothing him and reapplying his
smeared makeup. Esper glared at him the entire time, anger
apparent in his pig-like eyes. Once the attendants were finished,
Esper grabbed his arm again, pushing him through the doors
without comment.
Before long, Tir found himself once again ushered into the
King's chamber. Once inside, Esper was dismissed immediately,
but not before Tir saw the malevolent glare come from his eyes as
he turned to leave. The King sat on the divine, watching Tir,
making no comment. Tir looked back, unsure of what to do and
still slightly sleepy. He was rather unenthusiastic about being
called out of bed so late at night, and knew that this would
anger the other harem boys. He wished for once the King would
call on one of them instead of him, especially now when he wanted
no trouble to interfere with him sneaking out of the gardens
during the day. He enjoyed having sex with the King, for despite
his age he was still slightly attractive, more so than any of the
other council members that called on Tir's services. Still,
the King's continued fascination with Tir and no other harem
boys just lead to problems for him.
Tir couldn't help but yawn, and as he did he heard a low
chuckle come from off to the right. Looking, Tir's eyes
widened in surprise to see the blonde Baron come into the room
from one of the doors off to the right, leading into yet another
room of the King's suite.
"It seems your harem boy is a little tired, your Majesty,
maybe we should do something to wake him up?"
"By all means Baron," the King said lazily, shifting
slightly on the divine.
"I thought you were not to be back for another week,"
Tir said without thinking as the man walked over to him, his eye
glittering. Tir couldn't help but step back at the almost
predatory look in the man's eyes, now fully wide awake.
"Already being naughty, are we?" the Baron purred
softly as he approached, lightly reaching out to touch Tir's
check.
Tir felt the stirring of lust at the simple touch,
despite his growing fear of what the man had in store for him.
The look in his eyes was much the same as the King’s when
he looked into Tir's tear-filled eyes as he took him the last
time. Tir couldn't help but tremble a little in fear. He was
confused by the mixture of fear and lust that the man could
produce in him, the only thing he knew was that he wanted to get
away from this intimidating man. He tried to turn and run, but
before he could even take one step the Baron had firmly captured
his arm in a tight grip, chuckling.
"This one is definitely different from your other play
toys."
"Yes," said the King, frowning slightly. "I have
thought about getting rid of him countless times, but then those
eyes come to my mind and I reconsider.”
"You really shouldn't get rid of him, Your Majesty. His
defiance is really quite lovely."
The King snorted at that, unconvinced of the Baron's words.
Getting up he went to retrieve some thin, red, silk ties from one
of the small chests next to his bed. He walked over to the Baron
and looked down at Tir, a slight smile on his thin lips.
"I like my bed slaves obedient and submissive Baron, but I
can see the appeal of this boy. Here, I took the liberty of
getting these for when you returned. I thought you might be
interested in them," the King said, handing the ties over to
the Baron. Tir's eyes widened as the Baron grinned and began
to pull Tir into the next room, where a large four post bed
stood. Before Tir knew what was happening he found his arms tied
firmly to one of the posts of the enormous bed. The Baron admired
the slender youth squirming in the bed, his eyes wide with fear,
but what interested him even more was the very obvious arousal of
the boy that could clearly be seen through the wispy cloth of his
wrap.
"I think your harem boy is enjoying this," observed the
Baron as he touched Tir through the cloth to feel the twitching
member.
The King grinned, leaning down, and after removing Tir’s
wrap blew softly across the boy's twitching member causing
Tir to inadvertently moan softly.
"Yes, I think you are right. Let's see what else he
likes," the King said, quite pleased with Tir.
The Baron took off his thin belt with a wicked grin. He flipped
Tir over on his stomach and, after gazing at the squirming boy
began to apply the thin belt to the nicely exposed behind.
The King watched avidly as Tir bucked beneath the Baron, who had
straddled the boy's legs, effectively pinning him as the
Baron reigned down blows on the quickly reddening ass.
The Baron, shirtless, his fair skin glowing with a thin sheen of
sweat as he continued to strap Tir, enjoying the pleas coming
from the boy. He was not putting his full strength into the
blows, not wanting to truly injure Tir as much as he wanted to
enjoy the nicely reddening glow coming to the boy's fair skin
and hearing his teary cries.
When Tir's cries began to come high pitched even for the
boy’s light voice, the Baron stopped, only then did he
notice the King on the bed, his robe open, exposing his organ,
engorged and twitching from the show that he had just
witnessed.
As the Baron untied the still crying Tir, the King untied the
Baron's black pants free from his sizable erection, which the
King wasted no time in swallowing all the way to the base. When
released, Tir, without prompting, crawled under the King to
service the lust filled man. It didn't take much to bring the
overly excited King to his release. He let go of the Baron as the
pleasure of Tir's hot mouth brought him to bliss.
The King moved out of Tir’s hot, sucking mouth and
positioned him on his knees. Before Tir could register what was
happening he felt two wiggling tongues attack his most sensitive
regions. The Baron's hot tongue worked on his back passage as
the King's tongue traced the contours of Tir's now
engorged head.
Tir voiced his delight at the two men's enthusiastic
explorations. He was slightly confused as the throbbing of his
inflamed ass added yet another sense of twisted pleasure as the
two men worked him.
"Fuck me now. Please yes that's it. Now,” Tir
commanded, lost within the multiple pleasures and pains coursing
through his inflamed body.
"Is this what you want?" the Baron teased, running his
hard erection across Tir’s exposed portal, enjoying the
boy's pleading voice.
"Yes, Oh yes. Put it in me hard and fast, " Tir begged,
wanted to be filled by the blonde man despite what he had just
done to him.
The Baron chuckled at the boy's obvious lust and complied
with the boy's wishes. He plunged into the boy's tight,
hot depth with one hard thrust as Tir's cry of pleasure and
pain echoed though the room. The Baron grabbed Tir's narrow
waist, pulling the boy towards him as he slammed forward
forcefully, taking the boy. The King came out from underneath the
boy to watch the Baron in action.
Before long the King was again hard at the enticing view of the
powerful Baron taking the small harem boy, and the mingling sex
cries of both men. The King placed himself in front of Tir and
the boy quickly began to suck on the offered organ as the Baron
continued to enjoy his hot embrace.
Soon the room was filled with the three men’s cries and
moans of passion, each one lost within the pleasures of their
bodies. Tir could no longer contain himself as the Baron
continued to grin into him, hitting just enough so he
couldn't control his passion any longer and spraying his seed
across the King's bed, bucking back against the Baron. The
wild cries and movements of the boy totally undid the Baron and
the King as both men emptied themselves into the little harem
boy.
For awhile, none of the men said anything as they enjoyed the
post-coital bliss. Tir was amazed at the amount of pleasure both
men had provided for him. Tir had found it curious that even
though the strapping had been painful it also had excited him,
somewhat.
It wasn't long before Tir drifted off to sleep, unable to
stay awake after such an eventful day. He later awoke to find
himself once again back in his own bed. Fuzzily, he tried to make
sense of him being in his bed and not in the King's chambers,
wondering for a minute if it had all been a dream. He quickly
realized that his ass hurt too much for it to have been a dream,
and he realized the King must have had someone carry him back to
his bed.
Sitting up, he looked around to realize that it was day and that
the harem was empty, meaning he had missed his chance to go to
the gardens and his chance to sneak away to see Ebony. Frowning,
he cursed his luck because not only had he missed his chance to
see the dragon, but his bottom was hurting rather fiercely. Now
that he wasn't having sex the pain of his punishment hit him
at full force and he wondered how he could have taken any
pleasure from the punishment the day before. Stiffly standing up
he headed for the bath hall, where two attendants rushed to his
side.
Before long he was soaking in the bath. After the initial shock
of the water on his punished flesh it began to feel good.
Eventually, he got out and was surprised when he was led over to
a table, and cool, numbing liquid was applied to his injuries.
All of the attendants had left, and only one young eunuch named
Simeon remained. Simeon was a quiet man that never said anything,
but had always been gentle and caring to all of the boy's in
the harem.
Simeon was a beautiful man with golden locks of curly hair and
almond colored eyes that held only gentleness. He had once served
in the harem, but when he had fallen and broken his nose his
beauty had been affected. He had chosen to become a eunuch rather
than a house slave, something Tir could never imagine. Tir was
always delighted when Simeon was the one to take care of him,
knowing that unlike some of the other eunuchs Simeon would always
be kind to him.
When Tir was finally clean and dressed, Simeon produced a silver
and gold anklet that matched the one around Tir's neck. Tir
looked at it in confusion for a moment as Simeon locked it around
his ankle.
"The King sent this for you, and orders that you were to be
treated with care for you are one of his favorites. He is well
pleased with you. Esper now has to be careful about what he does
to you now. Whatever happened last night has brought you some
protection inside of the harem. Most of the other boys will not
bother you after seeing what condition a favorite boy comes back
to the harem like; most of the others would avoid it."
Simeon said quietly to Tir. It was the most Tir had ever heard
the quiet man say.
Before Tir could say anything, Simeon disappeared, leaving the
boy standing in confusion at the turn of events.
