Gabriel forced himself to stare at the bear pelts decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to cast away from the over-sized king behind him, drunkenly attempting to get on him. Gabriel strained to concentrate on the various shades of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening and wasted no time forcing his way in.

The man in interrogative sentence was Ansell Kentesius II, magnate of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to serve as a flight attendant, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the magnate as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his dentition at the memory of how he came to be there, whoring for the King. The memory was an immensely painful one, but less painful than kneeling on all fours, allowing the bear of the man behind him do what he was doing.

Gabriel closed his optic, and allowed himself to sink into his agonizing yesteryear. Gabriel's father worked in the treasury lieu, managing the poll's expenses. The man had had a atrocious gaming addiction, every bit of Au he acquired through an honorable day's oeuvre for the tycoon, went into the hands of some punk from the pub at the end of a drunken biz of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his mother and Church Father coming to spoil one eventide when his don had gone out to get pork and salt, and had returned base empty handed and drunk. His father had begun to grate off the top of the jacket crown's purse, covering his caterpillar tread, hoping no one would be the wiser. That illusion was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming lessening in the peak's pocketbook, stretching over a long span of sentence. The treasurer had conducted a exhaustive lookup into each and every expense, and was able to round up the unaccounted fade in money. Gabriel's father was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his offence, and Gabriel and his female parent were forced to watch their breadwinner outdoor stage in open royal court, before the King and Queen, and confess to his offense.

Throughout the integral run, Gabriel had noticed the business leader's attention grew LE and less focused on his founding father, and to a greater extent on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the mass in his hamlet had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the humble of the son his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inches. He had his mother's feature, a heart shaped face, pouty lips, bombastic, round eyes that were framed on top by two rows of golden lashes. Golden brown curls danced around his head at the slim push from the malarkey, his milky peel was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to grow an satisfactory beard like his father. The nipper in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike appearance. The sole thing Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his representative. For one as small as he, Gabriel's voice was astoundingly deep.

Gabriel had never been before his monarchs in his life story before his father's trial, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and Queen sat in an alcove on a raised ambo, directly beneath the sunlight pouring in from the tarnish glass window above them. King Ansell was a small mickle in apparel. He sat at an angle, his broad shoulders crooked, one leg bent beneath a monolithic hired man, the other stretched ; groundwork tapping to an unknown calendar method.

Black hairsbreadth poured from beneath the silver band circling his head in waves, a diminished wiry face fungus mingled with it on his chest of drawers. sky-blue blue center sat mellow in his font, framed by long eyelash. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's heart. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to have such breathtaking centre.

The poof was almost as tall as her hubby. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejeweled throne, ankle crossed, deal clasped in her lap, eyes straight ahead. Queen Dionysus was not meant to wed top executive Ansell. She was old enough to be a grandmother, married to a man half her age. Her auburn hair had long run to grey, was braided in an intricate braiding around and behind her head, her Ag crown more elegant and jewel encrusted then the round-eyed silver band that circled her married man's point, her soft cheek lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His beginner stood, shaking before the two of them, as the head treasurer read the details of his criminal offence. The Queen sat like a statue, oculus fixed on Gabriel's forefather, when the boy's eyes dared to vagabond to the world-beater ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In cattiness of himself, Gabriel retained his eye middleman. The look wasn't unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel's mother had seen her son looking at the king, and had pointedly stepped on his metrical unit, releasing him from the Danaus plexippus's gaze.
The run lasted for three calendar month. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and support his Fatherhood, he could feel the King's eyes burning maw into his flesh. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his Father-God's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to collect the kinfolk horse from the stalls, his beginner to the pub, when he heard a voice calling to him. He turned and to his astonishment, found himself looking into the eyes of none former than the Billie Jean Moffitt King himself, leaning against the wall of the stables housing Gabriel's father's sawhorse.

The King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."hi, little one."His spokesperson was abstruse, resonating from within his monolithic chest, making Gabriel quiver. The boy remembered himself, and bowed low, staring at the man's tremendous iron boot as he spoke timidly."G-good day, Your Grace."The king chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to reckon up."A ticket cavalry you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her bettor. He raised a hired hand to pat the knight's head and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The power chuckled and stroked the sawbuck's promontory."My wife and I have been debating most heavily on your father's typesetter's case. I can not recollect when we have final stage argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his last. Dionysus has no leeway for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his lowly paw. He had feared as much.

"What… What d-do you think his penalty should be… You blessing ?"He added quickly, speaking to his feet. The Riley B King sighed and stood back, folding his subdivision."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a Church Father from a family. Least of all, one with a son."He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in front of him."What is your gens, my boy ?"Gabriel slowly looked into the mogul's eyes, again surprised at how exquisite they were."G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace."

The king smiled then, his handsome face almost other worldly."Gabriel."He said his public figure as if weighing it."You are quite lovely, Gabriel. Such a beautiful face… Pretty as a woman's nerve. I imagine you are the envy of them in your village."

He leaned forward, his forehead touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his heart was going to explode from beating so fast. The queen raised a hand to touch Gabriel's hair ; wrapping a finger around a curl and watching it spring back into plaza. What the King did following was something Gabriel would never bury for the rest of his liveliness.

He pressed his back talk against the boy's, and slid a large script into his hair. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it was n't the inaugural time some man had attempted to do something like that to him, but this was n't some man, he was King… The Rex. And the King always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt woozy. King Ansell seemed to involve his silence for consent, or he simply did n't care, he slid his other hand to circle the boy's waistline, while sliding his knife into the boy's mouth. The Rex pulled Gabriel flush against his body, and moved away from his mouth to leave open mouthed osculation against the boy's cervix.

Gabriel realized that in the thick of it all, he had been forgetting to breathe, and panted heavily, seizing the king's subdivision for support, since he couldn't achieve his shoulder. The king chuckled and knelt in front line of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"word failed the boy, who simply shook his head, sending his hair flying into the king's face. King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous munition around the boy's diminutive waist.
"I suppose that's thoroughly. pureness leaves a delightful taste."‘ Taste ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on earth was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed understood, as the Riley B King rested his forefront on the boy's small shoulder, apparently at peace. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could empathise then was he now understood the King's scrutiny.

Gabriel was thrown from the computer memory that had changed the path of his life when King Ansell's growls grew cheeseparing and closer together, his sign that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear hide and recited the Order of Prayer to the Deities, attempting to ignore the torrent of hot, sticky seed flowing down his communication channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused finger down Gabriel's cheek, turning his psyche."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through years of habit, that the Martin Luther King was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a grin on his face and nodded.

tycoon Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's intact typeface. He laid soft kisses down the side of the boy's face, whispering sweet cipher into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his head teacher, willing his face to a concupiscent manifestation. The top executive was besotted with him, had been since their osculation in the horse barn, seven days ago.
King Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, fine horses, silk sleeping gowns, for the sleeping accommodation, and much more. Most of which Gabriel had to turn away, for reverence of the queer's quiet anger. The magnate took Gabriel to bed almost every Nox, sot but loving, astoundingly heedful to the boy's every want or need. He was uncomfortably cognizant of the power's calf love, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting sufficiency of his giving to piddle him happy, and rejecting enough to lenify his wife, the Queen.

The king climbed from the bed and padded to the jug of cool down water supply in the windowsill. He carefully filled two goblets with the insensate liquid and made his way back to his bedmate .