Dragon Boy Chapter 5
Serving the Baron
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.
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