Tir awoke to find
himself not in the harem, but still in the King's bed.
Looking around confusedly, he noticed that the sun was shining
brightly through the open window. He vaguely remembered waking up
when the King crawled into the bed late into the night, but
instead of wanting sex had simply curled up around Tir and gone
to sleep
He had heard that the King sometime slept the night with one of
the harem girls, but he could never recall hearing it happening
with one of the boys. It was said that the girls that had the
privilege of sleeping through the night with the King were always
strikingly similar to the only woman the King had ever loved, the
mother to his heir who had died many years ago.
"Ah, so you are awake, little one," the King said as he
entered the room fully dressed, a first for Tir to ever see.
"Yes, Master," Tir said hesitantly.
The King came over to the bed and leaned down, kissing the boy
gently. He then backed away slightly to look down at Tir as if he
were trying to determine something. The King shook his head as he
sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What is it with you boy?" the King said, almost to
himself.
Tir remained silent, not knowing what the King was thinking. He
was sure that as long as the Baron was not there the King
wouldn't be into any rough play, but that didn't mean
that he wouldn't let Esper punish him if he displeased the
King.
"You have pleased me a lot lately, but you seem uninterested
in the jewelry I give you. The girls squeal in delight at such
trinkets, even Simeon seemed at least pleased with such things.
You, on the other hand, don't even seem to notice," the
King said, leaning back on his hand.
"I love your gifts, your Majesty," Tir stammered.
"No you don't. I can tell when you lie. People lie to me
everyday, I’ve learned to tell. Maybe next time I’ll
have the Baron teach you not to do that," the King said
teasingly.
"I am sorry," Tir said, looking down, not knowing what
to say.
"For lying, or for not liking the gifts?"
"For both."
"Well you should be sorry, lying to your King, but still,
that is what everyone does. So what do you want, if not
jewelry?"
Tir remained silent, not daring to voice anything that he truly
wanted.
"Come, boy, there must be something that you would
like."
"Could I be allowed to go to the library during the
evenings?" Tir asked hesitantly.
"The library?" The King asked in surprise. "What
do you want to do there?"
"I am bored in the harem and I miss reading," Tir said
hotly, forgetting once again who he was talking to.
"Watch your tone, little one, or I will call the Baron here
now," the King said sternly with a frown. He looked at the
boy intently for a moment before he continued.
"You can read, I am shocked, most of the harem can't.
You're not some poor commoner or slave like the rest of them.
There must be a story behind you, little one," the King
said, holding out a hand to touch the boy's face, his frown
softening slightly.
"Very well. I will see that you are taken to the library at
night. I doubt that there will be much jealously over that
request. For today you will serve the Baron. Go back to the harem
and get cleaned up, then Esper will take you to the Baron's
chamber," the King said as he got up.
Tir's eyes widened slightly as he realized for the first time
he would be servicing the Baron alone. A mixture of lust and fear
began to circle in him, and he wondered what was in store for
him. Hastily he went out the door and followed a waiting eunuch
back to the harem.
The others had already left for the gardens, leaving Tir alone
with several servants to attend him. It wasn't long before
Esper waddled up to him, sweating profusely. Without saying a
word he grabbed Tir by his upper arm, propelling him up off the
stool that he had been sitting on while having his makeup
done.
Tir was wise enough not to say anything and followed along behind
the man. Esper panted as he reached the door of the Baron's
chambers on the opposite side of the palace. Tir had secretly
hoped that he might be taken to the dragon pens, since he had
heard the Baron say he slept there, but realized that it foolish
hope.
Esper knocked on the door and the Baron answered shortly, wearing
only his customary skin-tight black pants. Esper instantly backed
away from the door and bowed in fright at the dark expression on
the man's face.
"What do you what?" demanded the Baron in a cool
voice.
"The King commanded that this boy be brought here, but I
totally understand if you don't want such a disrespectful and
clumsy harem boy to serve you," Esper fawned as he smiled
spitefully at Tir from his bowed position.
"Disrespectful, hmm? I believe this it the King's
favorite. I wonder if he would call the boy disrespectful or
clumsy. Are you perhaps trying to mock the King's taste in
boys?" the Baron asked, his eyes narrowing as all of his
attention focused on Esper.
Esper paled viable and began to stammer out a denial that the
Baron quickly cut off.
"I shall offer you a choice. One, you can come into my
chambers and take ten strikes with a paddle, or two, I shall tell
the King of your words and attitude," the Baron said as he
stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, looking down at the
cowering eunuch.
"I will submit to your discipline," Esper groveled,
fear viable in his eyes.
Tir watched in first amazement then in glee as Esper was forced
into the Baron's chamber. At the very first strike of the
large square wooden paddle, Esper squealed in pain. By the second
strike he was begging for mercy. Tir looked down at the man,
disgusted that he had so little pride. Tir was sure that it hurt,
but the punishment had just started. By the time the tenth strike
had landed, Esper's whole weight was being supported by the
high stool he leaned over. He continued to blubber loudly as snot
and tears ran down his fat face.
The Baron lifted him off the stool, his muscles flexing, and he
half dragged the man to the door.
"Leave Tir alone from now on, or I will not only reapply
this punishment, but involve the King as well. Keep that firmly
in your small mind from now on," the Baron said
unemotionally, pushing the man through the door and closing it
firmly.
Turning, the Baron looked at Tir, his brows furrowed. The Baron
walked up to Tir and picked him up as he yawned. Tir found
himself carried into the inner room, where a large bed stood. The
Baron threw him into the bed and crawled in himself.
"I am still tired. Be quiet and let me sleep. We will play
later, after I have rested and gotten the image of that fat blob
out of my mind," the lean man said as he curled up on the
inner side of the bed and was soon asleep.
Tir sigh and stared at the ceiling of the room. It had been an
incredibly strange morning, from his conversation with the King,
to Esper's punishment, and finally the Baron now sleeping at
his side. Tir had joyfully watched Esper being punished, but he
also knew that the man would never cease to blame Tir for it. Tir
winced at the thought of getting into trouble and being given
over to Esper for punishment. He knew if that ever happened Esper
would take today events out of Tir's skin.
Still, Tir had been able to avoid trouble for the most part so he
could sneak out of the gardens during the day. After today he
would only have one day left before he could go and see Ebony and
Drake. Ebony had mated, and Tir guessed that was the reason Drake
had asked him to stay away. Tir knew if he was allowed into the
gardens tomorrow he would go to see the pair. Curiosity about the
Baron and Drake was eating at Tir, and he knew better than to
question the gorgeous man sleeping next to him. Drake, on the
other hand, would answer his questions, Tir was sure of it.
Tir tried to find a comfortable position since his body felt
stiff from lying around so much. Finally giving up, he sat up and
looked over at the sleeping Baron, who had rolled over to his
back in his sleep. The man looked younger and certainly less
frightening asleep. Tir felt his own member stirring at the sight
of the half naked man lying before him. He wondered when those
bright green eyes would open, and what would happen when they
did
Laying back down he tried to sleep, but no matter what he tried
his body wouldn't cooperate. After an hour he looked again at
the man who continued to sleep. He knew he shouldn't, but
unable to stop himself he slipped quietly out of the bed and
began to explore the room. The bookshelf held an assortment of
books on science and surprisingly folklore. Fearing to wake the
Baron, Tir left the chests and wardrobe alone and continued to
wander around the large room.
A glint of scarlet caught Tir's eyes and he wandered over to
a high enclave in the wall, where a glittering statue of a
scarlet dragon stood. Tir gaped at the beautiful representation
of what could only be the Baron's dragon Feras. Its colors
were a striking red and black, with emerald eyes that captured
Tir. Its body was much more wiry and thin than Ebony's, and
Tir concluded that the real Feras must be smaller that the
female.
Without a thought for what he was doing, Tir stood on his toes to
reach out and touch the statue, as if by someway he could touch
the real dragon.
"What are you doing?" Came a harsh voice from behind
him.
Tir jumped in surprise as his fingers just touched the statue.
The delicate piece of work came crashing to the floor, shattering
into a million pieces at Tir's feet. Tir's face drained
of color instantly, not only because of the anger he knew he
would face but the destruction of what could only be a priceless
work of art.
Tir turned to face the Baron, unable even to stammer an apology.
The man was already out of the bed, stalking towards Tir, anger
apparent in his face.
"Why did you get out of the bed? Maybe that man was right,
you are clumsy," the Baron said as he grabbed Tir's
upper arm and dragged the boy out of the room, throwing him over
the stool that he had punished Esper on.
"I am sorry," Tir whispered. "It was so beautiful,
I didn't think."
"No you didn't. You often don't, do you," the
man said, his eyes glittered as he stripped away Tir's
clothing.
Picking up the paddle he had so recently used on Esper, the man
walked behind Tir and slapped the paddle in his hand. Tir felt
the hard wood of the stool grind into his stomach as he wondered
when the first blow would fall. The minutes dragged by and the
Baron continued to pace, Tir squirmed a little, uncomfortable at
the position and uncertain why the Baron had not struck him.
Finally, Tir turned to look at the Baron only to see him almost
smiling as he swung the paddle down on Tir's provocatively
upturned naked ass.
Despite his best intentions Tir yelped in surprise at the
stinging pain inflicted by the innocent looking piece of wood.
Tir immediately understood why Esper had been sobbing so badly,
and he gulped at the thought of what the Baron would do to him.
Closing his eyes he felt the sting of the second blow but managed
to stay quiet.
"Oh, the brave one, are we? I guess I will just have to
punish you with more strikes than I intended."
Tir suddenly realized that there was no anger now in the
man's voice, which puzzled him. Instead, he heard the same
seductive voice that appeared in his sessions with the King. When
the next blow fell Tir did not try to hold back as the unbearable
sting seemed to increase and spread across his ass.
"That's better, let me hear your remorse for disobeying
me."
"Please, I didn't mean to break it. I love dragons, I
just wanted to see what the scarlet one looked like more
closely," Tir gasped between the strikes.
The next two blows fell in quick succession as the Baron put his
full force behind them. Tir couldn't contain the tears that
began to fall as the fire spread across his punished ass. The
Baron continued to strike him, Tir's sobs becoming harder and
he couldn't hear the Baron's sarcastic scolding.
Suddenly the Baron stopped, although Tir continued to feel the
extraordinary pain flow through him. The Baron walked over to him
and Tir vaguely wondered what the Baron would do next, shuddering
at the thought of yet more punishment. He felt warm arms gather
him up and carry him into the bedroom again. The Baron sat down
in a large, comfortable red chair and stroked Tir's soft
chestnut curls as Tir sobbed into his naked chest.
It wasn't long before Tir managed to get his tears under
control again enough to notice that under his punished flesh was
a very hard region on the Baron. Once again, despite the pain,
Tir felt his own body responded to the attractive man. The
confusing mixture of pain and lust began to flood into Tir as his
tongue flickered over the exposed nipple next to his face.
"Feeling better, little one?" asked the Baron as Tir
continued to explore his chest.
Tir felt a warm hand begin to fondle his own erection that had
sprung up at an alarming speed. Looking up into the wild green
eyes, Tir boldly began to kiss the man, seeking out the warm
tongue.
The Baron stood up and carried the very naked boy to the bed and
laid him down on his stomach. Tir looked the man almost hungrily
as the lean man stripped himself and quickly covered the boy. Tir
gasped in pain and tears sprang to his eyes as the Baron spread
his inflammable ass and slowly penetrated the boy.
"Yes, I love the feel of your hot skin," the Baron
growled.
Tir whimpered at the pain and pleasure as the Baron slowly began
to thrust inside of him. Every time the Baron pushed deep inside
Tir felt pressure on his punished flesh, making the pain stream
through his slight body, yet he also felt the pleasure of the
ridged organ as it ground against him.
Tir began to moan and gasp as the Baron picked up the pace,
growling in his own pleasure at the accommodating harem boy. It
wasn't long before the sight of the scarlet ass and the high
pitched moans sent the Baron over the edge, his whole body
tensing in pleasure.
After a few moments the Baron pulled out of Tir, and without a
word flipped the boy over onto his back. Tir cried out in pain
and tears flooded his large violet eyes. The Baron smiled and
licked up a stray tear before moving down to the still rigid
member.
Tir watched in surprise and pleasure as the Baron skillfully
played with his leaking member. Tir leaned back, trying to
control himself so he could enjoy the pleasure of the Baron's
tight mouth. The Baron’s tongue moved all over his aching
member and as Tir watched the beautiful man he found himself
unable to hold back, shooting a copious amount of liquid down the
Baron's willing mouth.
Smiling, the Baron grabbed up the boy and lay down, with Tir
resting up against his chest. After a while Tir squirmed
uncomfortably, unable to escape the pain of his inflamed
regions.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist exploring the
room,” the Baron said archly.
"You wanted to punish me?" Tir asked.
"Of course, and you wanted to be punished as well I would
say. There are people that enjoy this sort of thing; lucky we are
compatible this way," the Baron said, playing with one of
the boy's curls.
"I am sorry sir. I never meant to break the statue,"
Tir said miserably, trying to change the subject.
The Baron laughed and propped himself up on his elbow, looking
over the boy to the shattered remains. His green eyes narrowed
and suddenly the statue stood exactly as it had before it had
broken.
"It is amazing! I am so very glad," Tir said in
astonishment.
"Why? I still paddled your ass raw," the Baron asked as
he lay back down.
"Because it was beautiful, sir."
"Stop calling me sir. It reminds me of my father; call me
Marek, at least when we are alone. If you think that small thing
is beautiful, you should see the real thing. That is just a pale
representation, it doesn't even compare to Feras." Marek
said, his love vibrating in his voice, the first time Tir had
ever heard such emotion coming from the man.
"I wish I could see him," Tir said wistfully, without a
thought.
"What a strange little harem boy. Most people don't want
to get anywhere near the dragons, with their huge claws and
teeth. The King is right, you are very different."
"You seem different now," Tir said tentatively.
"Of course, the King isn't here, and will not be all day
today. I plan to take you many times today, little one. But
remember I am not that different. I am your Master today and I
think your ass should be a good reminder of that," Marek
said as he struck Tir lightly, causing him to gasp.
"Yes, sir," Tir said softly.
"Yes, what?"
"Marek," Tir said, looking into the narrow emerald
eyes.
"Better. So you like dragons, no wonder I like you so well.
Even though they are the cornerstone of this county, in many ways
the people still fear them. I suppose it is because of their
fierce nature and looks, but they are so much more than
beasts," Marek said, looking at the boy.
Tir nodded, hoping the Baron would continue to talk to him.
"Your eyes," Marek said, tipping the boy's face
back and looking into the wide violet eyes.
"What about them?" Tir asked.
"They remind me of the dragon Feras has mated with. I wonder
if that is another reason I am drawn to you. Things that Feras
likes, I like as well," the Baron mused.
The Baron got up from the bed and threw on a robe, heading for
his clothing chest where he began to get dressed. After dressing
he went out into the other room. Tir remained in the bed for a
moment, unsure of what he was to do until the Baron called to
him. Grabbing his wrap he went into the other room to see the
Baron writing at his desk.
Tir dressed quickly and stood silently, wondering what was to
happen now. The Baron finished and laid the parchment on a table
by the door and turned to Tir.
"Come on, my brave harem boy, I will take you to see my
dragon Feras. He is most curious about you,"
Tir's eyes widened in surprise as the Baron walked out the
door. Tir ran a little to catch up and follow the tall man's
brisk strides. Tir remained quiet, although a dozen questions
were swirling around in his mind. He was afraid to anger the
Baron and lose the chance to see yet another dragon.
It seemed to take forever, even though they were walking fast, to
reach the dragon walkway that Tir had always snuck down to
Ebony's pen. It wasn't long before they walked past
Ebony's door and he could hear her chirping behind the door.
Tir wondered if Drake were behind the door with Ebony as they
walked past. He was determined that the following day if he could
he would come and see the black dragon, and hopefully her
rider.
The Baron had remained quiet throughout their long walk through
the palace and dragon walkway. Tir had to almost run to keep up
with the tall man's long strides and was pleased to see the
name Feras appear on the door in front of them.
"Well, it is time to see your first real dragon, little
harem boy," the Baron said as he pushed open the door.
Tir looked around the Baron to see a wiry scarlet dragon nestled
in the white sands. Without even thinking, Tir walked into the
pen and past the Baron until he stood in front of the wiry
dragon. Feras hissed and brought his head down to look Tir in the
eyes. Tir examined Feras, smiling when he realized that the male
dragon was much smaller than Ebony, but his wings were larger and
colors very vibrant. Although Tir loved Ebony, he couldn't
help but admire the wiry vibrant dragon before him. 
He reached
out to scratch the dragon above his eye ridges only to hear the
Baron gasp.
Tir turned around to see the Baron staring at him in shock. He
felt the scaly head bump his hand, encouraging him to continue
what he had started. When Tir remained still, looking at the
Baron, Tir heard a small growl that snapped the Baron out of his
shocked expression.
"I think that was a command. If I were you I would start
scratching," the Baron said as he closed the pen's
door.
"I am sorry, Marek," Tir said, hoping that the Baron
was not angry.
"I am not mad, just surprised that you would walk up to him
like that."
"I couldn't help it, he is just so handsome," Tir
replied as he moved down Feras's neck.
"Well I can't argue, but I have never seen anyone go
into a dragon's pen like you did. Maybe it is because you
aren't from around here. I have to admit that you intrigue
me, Tir," the Baron said as he walked up behind Tir and
kissed his neck.
Feras growled again, and the Baron sighed, walking over to the
other side of the dragon. Tir looked at the Baron, puzzled.
"Keep scratching. Feras has commanded," the Baron said
grumpily.
Tir couldn't help but giggle at the expression on the
Baron's face and was surprised to hear a trilling sound come
from Feras.
"Go on and laugh you two, I will get even later," said
the Baron threatened teasingly.
Tir smiled at Marek, and suddenly realized for the first time
since meeting the fierce Baron he had seen a different side to
the man. He was still somewhat cold and definitely abrupt, but
there was more humor to the man than Tir would have believed.
Also, there was a kindness lurking beneath the animalistic man
that Tir would have never believed until he looked into those
emerald cat-eyes filled with love at the site of a scarlet
dragon.
