Dragon Boy Chapter 1
The King and the Baron
Tir lay on the brightly colored purple cushion wishing that
it was time to go out to the gardens. The whispering and giggling of his
fellow harem boys could be heard all around him, an annoying buzz in his
mind. Tir closed his eyes, trying to block out their mindless chatter as
he pictured his greatest desire. It was a beautiful vision of black and
silver, powerful and graceful; a creature of unmatched beauty and
grace.
It had only been two days since he had seen the gorgeous
dream gracefully gliding through the sky above the garden. The other harem
boys seemed to ignore the creature, but for Tir, newly arrived to the
palace and even to the country of Terma, the creature had been a
breathtaking vision to behold. Cautiously, he asked what the creature was
and why it was circling, to be informed that it was a dragon. It was hard
to hold the attention of any one of thirty mindless boys in the harem long
enough to find out that dragons were used to fight and were ridden only by
the nobility of Terma. It was a high honor to be chosen by a newly hatched
dragonett, to be paired as a fighting team. The only information that he
had been able to readily get from them was the name of the various
nobility that had received the honor and the gossip surrounding them, much
to Tir's disappointment.
He desperately wanted to know more about
the great creatures and to see one up close. Both seemed unlikely since he
was never let outside of the harem, except into the garden, and his
patron, the King and the few types of nobility that shared the King's
harem were not into conversation from their bed slaves. Tir had already
been punished ten times in the slim two weeks that he had been in
residence of the palace harem. His boldness and curiosity had got him into
trouble, and his dislike for many of his partners had led to multiple
paddlings and even a whipping for his transgressions by the chief eunuch,
Esper.
Tir had been born free, but sold by his father to pay their
debts and quickly sold again to a jewel merchant traveling across the wide
ocean to the country of Terma. Tir had been a virgin when he had first
walked aboard the ship, but four months later when the ship docked in the
port city of Matcha, Tir was no longer.
Tir's young, slim, virgin
body had paid the way for the jewel merchant's passage. On reflection Tir
realized that although his pride hated the thought of being a bed slave,
it wasn't a bad life. He had been lucky that his first time had been with
the Captain of the ship who, although lusty, was also very skilled at bed
sports. His was a gorgeous man as well, tanned and well muscled from his
labors at sea. His calloused hands knew exactly how to play the boy's body
and he had instructed Tir well. Tir had been almost sad to leave the ship
when they docked, but unfortunately the Captain had tired of him and with
a playful smack on Tir's round bottom had sent him on his way.
As
he traveled with the jewel merchant to the Capital of Terma, Tir quickly
realized the downside of his new life as he was forced to service the
slightly overweight merchant with bad breath and a tendency to ram himself
hard into Tir's small ass. Tir was grateful when his long, wavy brown
hair, large violet eyes, and delicate features quickly won him a place
within the Palace harem, away from the awful merchant.
Now, two
weeks later, Tir was beginning to wonder if he should have been so
grateful. Try as he might he couldn't grasp the importance of jewelry, the
clothing or the harem politics that made up the mindless conversations of
the harem. He could care less who was sleeping with whom or what noble was
likely to take a wife, or what shade of wispy cloth he should cover
himself with. Any questions about anything other than the afore-mentioned
topic were met with puzzlement and sometimes anger from his
fellows.
Just curiously questioning the King about a work of art
that hung in his room had earned Tir a hard paddling by the chief eunuch.
Vomiting when a grossly overweight balding man had tried to slam his
entire eight inch organ into Tir's mouth had earned the boy a whipping
that still ached slightly. Tir had come to the conclusion that he might
never truly fit into the harem and had begun to have thoughts of trying to
run away no matter how hopeless it seemed. Then he had seen the dragon and
all thoughts of leaving the palace scattered. Now all that occupied Tir's
active mind were thoughts of the glorious vision of the winged creature
known as a dragon.
Tir opened his violet eyes and stared of into
space, thinking, deeply engrossed in his vision when he felt an iron grip
on his upper arm, pulling him up.
"Silly boy, pay attention, the
King has summoned you. Now hurry your little ass and behave. I want no
more trouble with you or all the punishment you have had so far will seem
like a walk in the garden," Esper, the chief eunuch, hissed as he pushed
the boy toward the door, his small, portly body waddling behind Tir,
shooing him along.
Tir heard the whispers of the other boys, their
envy evident. Tir wished that one of them could take his place, knowing
that because he had been chosen he would not arrive back in time to be
taken out to the gardens with the other boys. Although he didn't mind
servicing the old King, he would rather have been in the gardens on the
chance that he might see a dragon soaring overhead.
With a soft
sigh he walked through the wide, red-gray marble hallways with Esper in
close attendance, sweating profusely at the walking. When Tir arrived at
the King's bedchamber, the sentries nodded to Esper as the portly man
knocked tentatively on the large wooden doors.
"Enter," came a loud
baritone voice that Tir recognized as the King's.
Esper quickly
pushed opened the door and entered, bowing to the King, who lounged
casually on a divan, his robe half open, his black eyes looking at Tir
instead of the overweight eunuch. Tir stared again at the King was despite
his age still very muscular. If it weren't for his steel gray hair it
would be impossible to tell the man was over forty.
"I have brought
Tir, your Majesty,"
"You may leave. I will send him back to you
later."
"Of course," Esper simpered, bowing his way out of the
room.
As Esper moved out of his way, Tir noticed the King was not
alone as he saw a very tall, lean man leaning against the wall and wearing
only a pair of pants, half undone. Tir admired the man with his short
cropped blonde hair and dazzling green eyes, reminding Tir very much of
the dangerous mountain cats’ eyes from his home country.
Tir's eyes
traveled down the man's well-defined muscles to the open trousers that
held, from its size, a well-proportioned manhood that made Tir shiver as
he felt very much caught within the man's claws, unsure of how to
escape.
"I think my little harem boy sees something he likes,
Baron," chuckled the King as he rose and walked over to the blonde
man.
"Your Majesty,” came a cool voice as the man reached down,
untying the older man's robe pulling him into a loose embrace as he
lowered his lips to his monarch's mouth. He quickly tangled his fingers
into the king's gray, shoulder length hair, his other hand tracing down
the narrow back of the king to the surprisingly firm ass. Eventually the
two parted and the King walked over to the table, picking up a wine
glass.
"Well, what do you think of him? Is he a worthy reward for
winning the tournament?"
"You yourself are rewarding enough, my
liege."
"Flattery will get you no where with me. I am well aware of
what makes sucking my cock appealing to you. Was I right about his eyes? I
am usually more partial to the women of my harem, but this boy has changed
my mind this past couple of weeks, despite his small lapses."
"They
are extraordinary. I find I am very eager to proceed with our plans, Your
Majesty."
"By all means, enjoy Baron," chuckled the King
wickedly.
The baron approached Tir slowly, locking eyes with the
boy. Tir shivered, his own manhood hard and rigid at the thought of what
was to come with this attractive man; all thoughts of his beloved dragon
driven from his mind by the gleaming green eyes.
"Let's see how
good you are, little harem boy," the cool, even voice said as the Baron
grabbed Tir, bringing the boy's head down to his waist.
Tir quickly
retrieved the man's already hard sex and began to slowly, teasingly lick
the head, tracing the contours with his tongue. Slowly sucking as he began
to fondle the man's large balls, gently using all that he had learned in
the four months at sea on this gorgeous man in front of him. The Baron
looked over at the King with a pleased smile.
"He is talented.
Let’s see how far that talent goes. Loosen up boy,” the blonde said as he
grabbed Tir's head, thrusting into his mouth. Tir tried to relax, but
found that once again this was too much and tried to get away from the
thrusting blonde.
"Still needs some work, I suppose," the Baron
said, withdrawing.
"Yes, he vomited on Garek,"
"As would I,"
the Baron said laughing. "Lean over that desk."
Tir quickly
stripped, leaning over offering himself, a little put off by the abrupt
manner of the man but still very pleased with the attractive body about to
use him. He felt the man behind him but suddenly felt the man lean over,
whispering in his ear.
"I am going to take you, but I don't want to
hear one sound from you. If I hear anything, I will punish you when I am
through. I will redden this cute little ass," came a seductive lower voice
with more emotion in it than Tir had heard yet.
Tir relaxed his
muscles and tried to focus on keeping quiet, expecting the man to thrust
into him hard, trying to hurt him to make him speak. Sensing the man
wanted Tir to break, Tir was determined to remain silent. Much to his
surprise the man gently thrust into him with a well-oiled organ, and
gradually, with small thrusts, fully entered Tir. He worked Tir slowly,
finding with long slow strokes the special spot within Tir. So engrossed
in trying to keep from moaning Tir was surprised when he felt a warm, wet
mouth engulf his aching organ. Looking down in surprise he saw the King's
head bobbing enthusiastically on his rigid sex, sucking and licking the
boy as the baron continued to thrust into him. When he felt the baron once
again lean over his back to reach around and rub his erect nipples, Tir
had to bite his lip for fear of voicing his pleasure.
"Come on
little one, you know what I want. Give it to me," whispered the lean man
in Tir's ear, nibbling on his neck. He felt the man throbbing inside of
him as the King continued to encourage his growing lust with his mouth.
The command spoken so seductively was too much for the boy to bear and he
let out a loud moan, bucking back against the blonde Baron as he emptied
himself into the King's willing mouth.
The Baron grinned with
delight as he began to thrust hard and brutal into the boy, enjoying the
loud cries the little harem boy made. It only took a few strokes before
the rising pleasure overtook the man, and he found himself spilling his
warm liquid into the boy's willing body. The King had come out from
beneath the boy's body and once again positioned himself on the divan, his
robe completely open as he looked at the pair, anticipating what was to
come.
The Baron withdrew from Tir and casually grabbed up the
rectangular paddle from the desk.
"You naughty boy, I told you to
be quiet, you must learn to obey your patrons," the Baron said, in his
once again cool voice.
Tir trembled a little, afraid of the size of
the paddle. With the first blow Tir let out a loud yelp, the pain
excruciating. The Baron reigned blow after blow down on Tir's ass until
Tir could not see through the tears that were flowing from his eyes. He
begged and pleaded for the punishment to stop, only to hear a laugh from
the Baron. Turning his head he looked over at the King to see the man
leaning back against the divan, his long legs spread as he worked his
dripping manhood with quick strokes while he watched Tir being punished.
Desperate for the paddling to stop, Tir changed tactics, pleading instead
to the obviously aroused King.
"Please, Your Majesty please. I want
you inside me, please fuck me. Gods I want you to please stick it inside
of me." Tir pleaded, gazing at the man, hoping to stop the
paddle.
The King stood up and brushed the Baron aside, much to the
man's disappointment. With one very hard thrust the man buried himself
completely into Tir's tight opening. Tir whimpered in pain, but was
grateful that his punishment was cut short. The Baron moved around to the
front of the desk to look at Tir's tear-stained face with pleasure. The
wide, violet eyes still leaked tears that made the boy even more gorgeous
to the towering blonde, and he reached across the desk to wipe the tears
away from the boy’s face with a grin. Looking into those purple eyes he
hoped that one day he would gain enough status to be able to visit the
harem and take this boy without the King coming between them.
The
King meanwhile being already very aroused by the site of Tir being
punished and the incredulity tight passage that now gripped him reached
his accent quickly in a series of little grunts as he pumped himself into
the well-used harem boy.
When the King withdrew, he slapped the boy
on the ass, eliciting a yelp from Tir. Turning the boy around, he leaned
down and kissed him on the forehead. Reaching around and pulling open a
desk drawer he removed a silver and gold choker and set it about the boy's
neck.
"You pleased me today, Tir. Now go back to the harem," the
King said, turning away from Tir.
Tir, confused by the
situation, quickly picked up his clothing and dressed, not looking at
either man. He made a low bow and hurriedly left the room, heading back to
the harem, tears still leaking from his eyes.
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