Dragon Boy Chapter 2
A Dragon and a Belt
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.
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