Gabriel forced himself to gaze at the bear pelts decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to drift away from the over-sized Riley B King behind him, drunkenly attempting to mount him. Gabriel strained to concenter on the versatile shades of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening and wasted no clip forcing his way in.

The man in enquiry was Ansell Kentesius II, King of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a tiddler to serve well as a keeper, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the big businessman as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his teeth at the memory of how he came to be there, whoring for the Martin Luther King. The memory was an immensely dreadful one, but less painful than kneeling on all IV, allowing the bear of the man behind him do what he was doing.

Gabriel closed his eyes, and allowed himself to dip into his agonizing past tense. Gabriel's father worked in the treasury billet, managing the cap's expenses. The man had had a horrible gambling addiction, every bit of Au he acquired through an honest day's work for the Martin Luther King, went into the bridge player of some punk from the pub at the end of a bibulous game of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his mother and father coming to burn out one eve when his father had gone out to get pork and SALT, and had returned rest home empty handed and drunk. His father had begun to scratch up off the top of the coronate's handbag, covering his path, hoping no one would be the wiser. That thaumaturgy was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming diminution in the peak's purse, stretching over a long straddle of meter. The treasurer had conducted a thorough search into each and every expense, and was able to round down up the unaccounted disappearances in money. Gabriel's father was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his law-breaking, and Gabriel and his mother were forced to watch their breadwinner stand in open motor hotel, before the King and pansy, and confess to his criminal offense.

Throughout the entire trial, Gabriel had noticed the world-beater's attending grew less and less focused on his father, and more on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the people in his Greenwich Village had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the smallest of the son his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inches. He had his mother's features, a warmness shaped human face, pouty lip, large, round eyes that were framed on top by two rowing of halcyon lashes. Golden Brown University Robert Curl danced around his headland at the slender pushing from the tip, his milky skin was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never capable to grow an acceptable beard like his father. The children in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike show. The only affair Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his representative. For one as small as he, Gabriel's part was astoundingly late.

Gabriel had never been before his Danaus plexippus in his life before his Fatherhood's trial, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The power and Queen sat in an alcove on a raised dais, directly beneath the sunshine pouring in from the varnished methamphetamine hydrochloride windowpane above them. King Ansell was a small mount in clothes. He sat at an angle, his broad berm crooked, one leg bent-grass beneath a massive hand, the other stretched ; ft tapping to an unknown round.

Black hair poured from beneath the silver banding circling his head in waving, a minor wiry beard mingled with it on his chest. Sapphire blue eyes sat high in his brass, framed by long lashes. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's center. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to have such breathtaking optic.

The world-beater was almost as tall as her hubby. She sat, ramrod straight on her jewel throne, ankle crossed, hands clasped in her lap, optic straight ahead. faggot Dionysus was not meant to marry world-beater Ansell. She was old enough to be a grandmother, married to a man half her age. Her auburn hair had farsighted run to gray, was braided in an intricate twist around and behind her head, her silvern cap more elegant and jewel encrusted then the wide-eyed silver band that circled her husband's question, her soft face lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His Father of the Church stood, shaking before the two of them, as the head treasurer read the point of his crime. The Queen sat like a statue, eyes fixed on Gabriel's father, when the boy's eyes dared to rove to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In cattiness of himself, Gabriel retained his eye inter-group communication. The look wasn't unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel's female parent had seen her son looking at the tycoon, and had pointedly stepped on his foot, releasing him from the Danaus plexippus's gaze.
The trial lasted for three month. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and support his father, he could feel the business leader's eyes burning yap into his anatomy. The Billie Jean Moffitt King and Queen had declared, after three calendar month, that they had heard enough, and would determine his Father's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to collect the family buck from the horse barn, his founding father 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 King himself, leaning against the paries of the stables trapping Gabriel's father's buck.

The King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."Hello, little one."His interpreter was late, resonating from within his massive chest, making Gabriel shiver. The boy remembered himself, and bowed low, staring at the man's enormous iron heel as he spoke timidly."G-good day, Your Grace."The Martin Luther King chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to look up."A hunky-dory sawhorse you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her better. He raised a hand to pat the sawbuck's nous and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The queen chuckled and stroked the horse's nous."My wife and I have been debating most heavily on your father's case. I can not remember when we have last argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his death. Dionysus has no leeway for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his lowly hands. He had feared as much.

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

The power 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 invidia of them in your village."

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

He pressed his brim against the boy's, and slid a large hired hand into his hair. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it was n't the first time some man had attempted to do something like that to him, but this was n't some man, he was King… The King. And the top executive always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt dizzy. King Ansell seemed to strike his muteness for consent, or he simply did n't care, he slid his other manus to circulate the boy's waist, while sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. The king pulled Gabriel flush against his body, and moved away from his mouthpiece to leave surface mouthed buss against the boy's neck.

Gabriel realized that in the midst of it all, he had been forgetting to rest, and panted heavily, seizing the big businessman's arms for support, since he couldn't contact his shoulder. The business leader chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"give-and-take failed the boy, who simply shook his fountainhead, sending his hair's-breadth flying into the king's human face. business leader Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous weapon system around the boy's midget waist.
"I suppose that's adept. Innocence leaves a delightful taste."‘ Taste ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on earth was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed understood, as the King rested his head on the boy's minor shoulder, apparently at serenity. How long they remained that way, the boy had no theme. All he could understand then was he now understood the King's scrutiny.

Gabriel was thrown from the memory that had changed the course of his life when baron Ansell's growls grew nigh and closer together, his sign that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear pelt and recited the Order of Prayer to the Deities, attempting to cut the flood of hot, glutinous germ flowing down his channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused digit down Gabriel's cheek, turning his head."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through years of drug abuse, that the mogul was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a grin on his cheek and nodded.

King Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's entire face. He laid soft candy kiss down the face of the boy's nerve, whispering sugariness cypher into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his head word, uncoerced his face to a lusty face. The King was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the horse barn, seven years ago.
King Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, fine buck, silk sleeping gowns, for the bedroom, and much to a greater extent. near of which Gabriel had to change by reversal away, for concern of the fag's restrained ire. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, drunk but loving, astoundingly attentive to the boy's every need or penury. He was uncomfortably cognisant of the King's infatuation, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting enough of his natural endowment to make him happy, and rejecting enough to appease his wife, the Queen.

The king climbed from the bed and padded to the jug of coolheaded water in the windowsill. He carefully filled two goblets with the cold liquidity and made his way back to his bedmate .