Dragon Boy Chapter 3
The Kings Favorite
Tir sat in one of the numerous window
enclaves that overlooked the palace gardens. Soon the others would be
coming in from their play for the evening meal. Tir had chosen to remain
in after he awoke, knowing there would not be time to sneak out to see
Ebony. Despite Simeon’s words he was not anxious to see the other harem
boys.
Simeon’s rather cryptic words seemed impossible to believe.
Before, when he had been called on often by the King the others had wasted
no time in taunting and picking on him. Now that he was the King's
favorite he couldn't imagine the others being happy or okay with it. He
had never heard of the King having a favorite harem boy or girl, so he was
unsure what it truly meant. Tir doubted the others would tell him. He only
hoped that Simeon knew what he was talking about.
Tir also wondered
what was to happen now. Would he be called to serve the King every night?
Although he had been sexually aroused by the Baron's discipline, he was
rather unenthusiastic about repeating it every night. Just sitting down
was painful, and he was not sure if he could stand to be punished again.
As much as the Baron intrigued Tir and aroused him, the man was almost
dangerous. Tir preferred, for the moment at least, to avoid him. He hoped
that the King would be alone the next time he called on Tir, since it
seemed the King enjoyed watching more than actually doing the
punishing.
Tir could see the boys and girls being herded out of the
garden. He knew it would be time for the evening meal as soon as the
others bathed. He headed to the dining hall, were the food was already set
out on a series of large wooden tables. Tir walked along the tables and
quickly picked out the food he wanted before sitting at his usual table at
the end of the room. Over twenty small tables were scattered throughout
the dinning hall for small groups of boys to sit at, yet Tir had always
sat alone after the first week when it became apparent that he didn't fit
in with the other boys.
Tir quickly ate the savory stew that he had
chosen and was ready to leave just as the first of the boys entered the
dining hall. When they saw Tir they avoided his glance and began
whispering amongst themselves. Tir ignored them and left quickly, hoping
to avoid them since Daren, a boy with a particularly nasty temper and a
favorite of Esper, was with them.
Wandering around the empty harem
Tir eventually settled on his own bedding. Although the palace harem was
an opulent place with indoor fountains, silk bedding and exquisite
artwork, it was an incredibly dull place. It was no wonder that many of
the boys occupied themselves with idle gossip and foolish games. Tir had
missed reading more than anything, but unfortunately harem boys were not
allowed in the palace library. Tir was probably the only one disappointed
by that. He had been allowed paper, ink and drawing supplies, so he had
taken up writing and drawing to pass the time.
"Come lets treat
your bruises one more time before bed," Simeon said, startling Tir from
his drawing of a dragon.
Tir looked up to see the quiet eunuch
standing before him. Tir nodded and got up, surprised to see how late it
had become. He was also surprised that no one had tried to talk to him
about the previous night or tried to pick on him either. As he walked to
the bathing hall with Simeon he noticed that no one would look at him. He
found it strange and wondered what could possible be going
on.
"Simeon, why is everyone avoiding me? Do you know
why?"
Tir looked at the tall eunuch’s back as he remained silent.
He was not surprise Simeon did not answer, the man hardly ever talked at
all. Tir decided to remain quiet and see if maybe the man would speak
again. They entered the cool white marble bathing hall and walked along
the huge circular bathing pool to the opposite side of the room where six
raised tables stood for massages and treatment of the harem
boys.
Removing all of his clothes Tir slipped onto the cool table,
lying on his stomach. Simeon's gentle hands smoothed a cooling cream onto
his still very sore bottom.
"You heal fast, the bruises are already
fading. The King will not call on you again for a few days, so do not
worry," Simeon said quietly as he helped Tir off the table.
"How do
you know?" Tir asked, looking at the gentle man as he grabbed the eunuch's
arm.
The gentle, almond eyes looked neither mad nor afraid as they
gazed down at Tir. The boy let go of the eunuch after a few moments.
Simeon turned and walked away, leaving Tir alone in the bath
hall.
The next morning Tir awoke early. True to Simeon's
words the King had not called for him, and Esper had done nothing more
than glare at him. Tir waited impatiently through breakfast, forgetting
about the other harem boys, Esper and even his punished areas. He was
determined to sneak out of the garden and see the lovely Ebony. He was
hoping that the status quo would remain and everyone would ignore
him.
Luckily, nobody seemed to notice him and he quickly went to
the bench by his escape route. As much as he wanted to sneak out right
away, he waited a while until things settled down into the normal routines
within the garden. Impatient and unwilling to wait anymore, Tir quickly
snuck out of the garden and cautiously made his way to
Ebony.
Standing again in front the thick wooden doors Tir quickly
let himself in. Ebony was once again alone, lying in the pearl white sand,
which contrasted beautifully with her shiny black scales. One oval eye
opened to look at Tir, before closing again. Tir walked closer to the
black dragon before sitting down ten feet away from her curled up
body.
Tir remained quiet, unsure if she was trying to sleep or not.
He continued to look at her, inspecting the way Ebony was put together.
After a while he noticed her body rising and falling in a steady manner
and could feel her hot breathe as she exhaled. Tir knew then that she had
fallen asleep. Tir was content to just be near her, there was something
about the huge sleeping beast that drew the harem boy to her. Something
that he could not define, but made him want to be near her.
An hour
had passed when the large wooden door opened again. Tir looked over his
shoulder hoping that it would be Drake and fearing that it would not be.
Much to his relief the tall black-eyed man entered the pen. He raised his
hand for silence and motioned Tir to come over to him. He led Tir over to
the side of the pen, where a small area was set up with a bed and table on
a wooden platform covered with a silk awning.
"Well, you are back,
little harem boy. I had not thought to see you again, especially with the
rumors spreading around court of a violet-eyed boy who has caught the
King's eye." Drake said quietly. "When Ebony sent me a picture of you
standing before her I was shocked."
"You knew I was
here?"
"Of course. Ebony tells me almost everything. I asked her to
inform me if you came again."
"Are you going to punish me?" Tir
asked, looking down.
"No, I think I said that before, but the King
will if you are caught, you know. Why risk everything just to sit by her?”
Drake asked curiously.
"I don't know. I just..." Tir shook his
head, unable to explain it.
"Well Ebony was glad to see you. She
feels happy when you are around, something to do with your aura, I think.
You are a puzzle." Drake said, looking directly into Tir's
eyes.
Tir looked away, not from fear, but from the intensity of the
man’s gaze. It was as though the man was trying to look inside him and
find out what made Tir who he was.
"You are not the type the King
would choose as a favorite at all. Ebony too seems drawn to you. She would
allow no one inside here right now but me. One of the pen cleaners entered
by mistake once, thinking that she was not here, and Ebony killed him
instantly, yet she sleeps peacefully with you here. Even I, who should
turn you in, let you come and go as you please." Drake shook his
head.
"Sir, do you know what the King's favorite actually means?
All the boys avoid me now, although they use to play pranks on me before.
Simeon told me that I was protected now, but he doesn't explain anything
and I don't know who to ask." Tir asked, hoping, however unlikely, that
this one man who talked to him freely might have an answer.
"You
are relatively new, so I guess you wouldn't know, especially since you are
such an odd harem boy." Drake sighed and leaned his head on his
hand.
"Sir?"
"Just Drake, not Sir. I am not surprised Simeon
said you would be protected, since it is because of him the rest of the
harem is afraid of you now."
"Because of Simeon?" Tir asked,
puzzled.
"Yes, five years ago he too was the King's favorite, the
last favorite boy of the King. Of course, there was jealousy amongst the
harem, despite the fact that the gentle boy came back from his visits with
the King covered in bruises and even whip marks. Pranks and tricks were
pulled on the boy until they culminated in him being bullied badly in the
bath hall. He was rammed into the wall; they tried to claim that he
slipped, but the damage was obviously more. He was unconscious for a week.
When he awoke his nose was horribly broken."
"That happened to
Simeon, but he is so kind and gentle. Why? Why would the King punish him
and why would anyone ever do that to him? It would be like picking on a
child."
"I take it you don't think of yourself as a victim, since
you are going through the same thing? With the King now, and with the
other harem boys before you were declared a favorite."
"Well, no. I
am not really obedient or gentle like Simeon." Tir said, a blush coming to
his face.
Drake laughed quietly so as not to disturb the slumbering
dragon.
"No, you don't strike me that way either, but still, I
don't think you deserve it either."
"I still don't understand why
the others stopped. It is horrible what happened to Simeon, but what would
stop Esper and the others?"
"Because when the King learned of what
had happened he called the chief eunuch in. He was offered a choice public
execution or suicide. He killed himself that night. The fate of the boys
that were responsible was worse. They were sent to the mining camps for
life. Pampered, beautiful little harem boys sentenced to hard labor and
probably rape. Some tried to kill themselves, but they were watched
closely, at least until they were dropped off at the mining camps." Drake
said coldly.
"They will avoid you so they cannot be blamed for any
trouble. I don't exactly agree with what the King did to those boys, but
he has certainly stopped it from ever happening again."
"You don't
seem to like harem boys that much," Tir said quietly.
Drake looked
at the downcast violet eyes. Reaching over, he lifted the boy's face to
have those purple eyes look into his own. Leaning down, he kissed the boy
gently before letting go.
Tir sat very still as he felt Drake's lip
press against his own. It felt very similar, yet also completely different
from the Baron's own kiss. With only the brief touching of lips Tir felt
desire spill out around him. His body twitched and he wanted nothing more
than to feel the length of Drake's body next to his own, to cling to
it.
Ebony made a trilling sound as she looked at the two. Drake
snorted and turned his attention back to Tir.
"No little harem boy,
I don't hate harem boys. I just don't like the King's harem, the way that
it is run, the type of boys that are kept, but most of all I want a
willing partner in my bed. I don't want some mindless sex toy that may or
may not even want to be in my bed. "
Tir barely heard Drake's words
as he still felt the ghost of the lips that had been pressed to his own.
He was shocked at his own reaction and wondered why Drake had not followed
through with anything more than a kiss.
"Come here, little harem
boy, and I will show you how to groom a dragon." Drake said, pulling Tir
from the chair.
Before long, Tir found himself covered in sand as
he rubbed Ebony's scales with it. Amazingly, they began to sparkle,
shining even more than before. Ebony seemed delighted as she hummed and
trilled, Drake sometimes translating her thoughts for Tir.
Tir lost
track of the time until Drake stopped working to look at him.
"You
should be leaving soon, but first come over here. Strip, you are covered
in sand."
Tir realized he was right, and frightened he quickly
stripped. Drake came over with a large brown cloth, and began to wipe Tir
off. Tir was amazed as the sand seemed almost to cling to the cloth,
leaving him clean, but soon his amazement was drowned out by desire as
Drake's hands moved down his body.
"You are very responsive, aren't
you?" Drake teased as Tir felt his cock rise up in front of the kneeling
man.
"I am sorry." Tir whispered,
blushing
"Hmm."
Drake continued to wipe the boy down.
Suddenly, Tir felt a warm, moist sensation on his erected member. He
looked down to see the man's mouth covering his entire length. Tir moaned,
and he could hear Ebony's trilling along with him. Drake continued to suck
the length of his cock as Tir thrust a little into his mouth. Tir looked
down at the black haired man moving up the length of him, his jade earring
swaying erratically from his ear. Drake looked up into Tir's eyes, his
black eyes smoldering as Tir felt a wet finger enter him from behind. The
feeling and sight of such a man servicing him was too much, and Tir cried out his
release while Ebony continued to hum in accompaniment.
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