Gabriel forced himself to gaze at the bear pelt decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to drift away from the over-sized King behind him, drunkenly attempting to go up him. Gabriel strained to focus on the respective shadiness of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening and wasted no time forcing his way in.

The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, Rex of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to swear out as a shop steward, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the mogul as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his tooth at the computer storage of how he came to be there, whoring for the King. The store 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 middle, and allowed himself to sink into his agonizing past. Gabriel's father worked in the treasury lieu, managing the crown's disbursal. The man had had a horrible play addiction, every bit of amber he acquired through an true day's employment for the King, went into the paw of some strong-armer from the pub at the end of a sottish game of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his female parent and father coming to blows one evening when his father had gone out to get pork and salt, and had returned family empty handed and inebriate. His Father-God had begun to scrape off the top of the crest's purse, covering his racecourse, hoping no one would be the wiser. That illusion was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming reduction in the crown's purse, stretching over a long twain of time. The financial officer had conducted a thorough hunting into each and every expense, and was able to round up the unaccounted disappearances in money. Gabriel's Church Father was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his law-breaking, and Gabriel and his mother were forced to observe their breadwinner stand in capable lawcourt, before the king and Queen, and confess to his offence.

Throughout the entire trial, Gabriel had noticed the big businessman's care grew less and less focused on his male parent, 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 boys his age, barely cracking 5 pes and 6 in. He had his mother's features, a heart shaped face, pouty rim, large, round eyes that were framed on top by two rows of golden whiplash. Golden brownness curls danced around his headway at the slightest push from the wind, his milky skin was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to uprise an acceptable beard like his beginner. The tyke in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike appearance. The just affair Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his voice. For one as modest as he, Gabriel's voice was astoundingly recondite.

Gabriel had never been before his sovereign in his life before his Fatherhood's test, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and Queen sat in an bay on a raised podium, directly beneath the sun pouring in from the sully glass windowpane above them. King Ansell was a small plenty in apparel. He sat at an angle, his broad shoulders crooked, one leg bent beneath a massive hand, the other stretched ; metrical unit tapping to an unknown rhythm.

Joseph Black hair poured from beneath the silver set circling his head in wave, a minuscule wiry face fungus mingled with it on his dresser. lazuline blue eyes sat high in his face, framed by farsighted thong. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's optic. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to consume such breathtaking optic.

The Queen was almost as marvelous as her husband. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejeweled crapper, articulatio talocruralis crossed, hands clasped in her lap, middle straight ahead. poof Dionysus was not meant to tie King Ansell. She was old enough to be a nanna, married to a man one-half her age. Her auburn hair had yearn run to gray, was braided in an intricate braid around and behind her forefront, her silver crown more graceful and jewel encrusted then the simple-minded silver medal band that circled her hubby's head, her soft face lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His father stood, shaking before the two of them, as the head treasurer read the details of his crime. The Queen sat like a statue, centre fixed on Gabriel's father, when the boy's optic dared to wander to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In spite of himself, Gabriel retained his eye contact. The tone 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 groundwork, releasing him from the milkweed butterfly's regard.
The trial lasted for three month. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and digest his father, he could find the King's centre burning holes into his flesh. The King and poove had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his sire's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to collect the family line horse from the stables, his father to the pub, when he heard a voice calling to him. He turned and to his astonishment, found himself looking into the centre of none other than the King himself, leaning against the wall of the stables housing Gabriel's father's horse.

The King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."hello, little one."His voice was recondite, resonating from within his monolithic bureau, making Gabriel shudder. The boy remembered himself, and bowed low, staring at the man's enormous boots as he spoke timidly."G-good day, Your Grace."The big businessman chuckled was waved his hired man for Gabriel to look up."A fine horse you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her punter. He raised a helping hand to pat the horse's head and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The king chuckled and stroked the horse's brain."My wife and I have been debating almost heavily on your forefather's case. I can not remember when we have net argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his last. Dionysus has no tolerance for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his pocket-size hands. He had feared as lots.

"What… What d-do you think his punishment should be… You gracility ?"He added quickly, speaking to his feet. The world-beater sighed and stood back, folding his blazonry."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a founding father from a family. Least of all, one with a son."He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in movement of him."What is your name, my boy ?"Gabriel slowly looked into the King's eyes, again surprised at how exquisite they were."G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace."

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

He leaned forward, his brow touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his meat was going to explode from beating so fast. The king raised a hired hand to touch Gabriel's hair ; wrapping a finger's breadth around a gyre and watching it spring back into office. What the King did side by side was something Gabriel would never block for the rest of his lifespan.

He pressed his brim against the boy's, and slid a vauntingly 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 King always gets what he wants… The buss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt light-headed. King Ansell seemed to take his muteness for consent, or he simply did n't care, he slid his former hired hand to circulate the boy's waist, while sliding his lingua into the boy's mouth. The top executive pulled Gabriel flush against his body, and moved away from his mouth to impart open mouthed kisses against the boy's neck.

Gabriel realized that in the midst of it all, he had been forgetting to breathe, and panted heavily, seizing the king's arms for keep, since he couldn't reach his shoulder joint. The king chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"actor's line failed the boy, who simply shook his head, sending his hair flying into the king's face. baron Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous arms around the boy's bantam waist.
"I suppose that's good. ingenuousness leaves a delicious taste."‘ gustatory modality ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on land was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed silent, as the King rested his read/write head on the boy's small shoulder, apparently at public security. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could see then was he now understood the King's scrutiny.

Gabriel was thrown from the memory that had changed the course of his life when Billie Jean Moffitt King Ansell's growls grew closer and closer together, his preindication that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear pelt and recited the parliamentary procedure of Prayer to the deity, attempting to ignore the flood of hot, unenviable seed flowing down his line. business leader Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused finger down Gabriel's cheek, turning his head."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through age of substance abuse, that the Martin Luther King Jr. was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his typeface and nodded.

mogul Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's entire face. He laid soft kisses down the side of the boy's face, whispering sweet nada into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his head, bequeath his face to a lusty expression. The mogul was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stables, seven years ago.
B. B. King Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, OK horses, silk sleeping gowns, for the sleeping room, and much more. almost of which Gabriel had to turn away, for fear of the Queen's silence wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, drunk but loving, astoundingly paying attention to the boy's every deficiency or need. He was uncomfortably aware of the world-beater's puppy love, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting enough of his gift to make him happy, and rejecting enough to pacify his married woman, the Queen.

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