Gabriel forced himself to gaze at the bear pelts decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to wander away from the over-sized big businessman behind him, drunkenly attempting to rise him. Gabriel strained to focus on the various shades of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his gap and wasted no clock time forcing his way in.

The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, King of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a small fry to dish as a shop steward, when his father fell behind on debts to the crown, and taken by the king as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his teeth at the memory of how he came to be there, whoring for the King. The storage was an immensely terrible one, but less abominable than kneeling on all quadruplet, allowing the bear of the man behind him do what he was doing.

Gabriel closed his oculus, and allowed himself to settle into his agonizing past. Gabriel's father worked in the Treasury Department post, managing the crown's expenses. The man had had a horrible gaming addiction, every bit of gold he acquired through an reliable day's piece of work for the King, went into the handwriting of some punk from the pub at the end of a boozy game of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his mother and father coming to bollix one evening when his father had gone out to get pork and salt, and had returned place empty handed and sot. His father had begun to kowtow off the top of the crest's purse, covering his tracks, hoping no one would be the wiser. That magic trick was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming lessening in the crown's purse, stretching over a farseeing span of clip. The treasurer had conducted a thorough search into each and every expense, and was capable to snipe up the unaccounted disappearance in money. Gabriel's begetter was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his crime, and Gabriel and his mother were forced to check their breadwinner stand in undetermined court, before the Riley B King and poof, and confess to his criminal offense.

Throughout the full trial run, Gabriel had noticed the King's attention grew less and less focused on his male parent, and More on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the people in his village had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the small-scale of the son his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inches. He had his female parent's features, a warmness shaped face, pouty lips, large, rung eyes that were framed on top by two course of halcyon lashes. Golden brown Robert F. Curl danced around his head at the slightest push from the steer, his milky skin was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able-bodied to spring up an acceptable beard like his Church Father. The kid in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike appearing. The only affair Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his voice. For one as pocket-sized as he, Gabriel's interpreter was astoundingly deep.

Gabriel had never been before his monarch butterfly in his life before his father's test, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and Queen sat in an alcove on a raised soapbox, directly beneath the sunshine pouring in from the stained glass windowpane above them. King Ansell was a modest mess in wearing apparel. He sat at an angle, his extensive articulatio humeri crooked, one leg bent beneath a monumental helping hand, the other stretched ; foot tapping to an unknown rhythm.

Black hair poured from beneath the silver band circling his head in waves, a small wiry whiskers mingled with it on his dresser. lazuline bluing eyes sat gamy in his human face, framed by long lashes. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's oculus. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to have such breathtaking eyes.

The world-beater was almost as tall as her husband. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejeweled throne, articulatio talocruralis crossed, bridge player clasped in her lap, eye straight ahead. Queen Dionysus was not meant to marry King Ansell. She was old enough to be a grandmother, married to a man half her age. Her auburn hair had long run to gray, was braided in an intricate braid around and behind her head, her silver crown more elegant and jewel encrusted then the uncomplicated flatware set that circled her hubby's head, her frail typeface 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 contingent of his crime. The Queen sat like a statue, heart fixed on Gabriel's Father of the Church, when the boy's eyes dared to wander to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's regard on him. In malice of himself, Gabriel retained his eye contact. The flavour wasn't unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel's mother had seen her son looking at the magnate, and had pointedly stepped on his foot, releasing him from the crowned head's gaze.
The tribulation lasted for three month. Every prison term Gabriel was bid to go and plump for his father, he could palpate the Martin Luther King's centre burning holes into his flesh. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his Fatherhood's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to collect the class horse from the stables, his forefather 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 other than the King himself, leaning against the wall of the stables caparison Gabriel's father's horse.

The King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."Hello, fiddling one."His voice was deep, resonating from within his massive pectus, making Gabriel shake. The boy remembered himself, and bowed low, staring at the man's enormous boots as he spoke timidly."G-good day, Your Grace."The king chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to front up."A fine horse you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her bettor. He raised a mitt to pat the horse's headland and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The Riley B King chuckled and stroked the horse's head."My wife and I have been debating about heavily on your father's case. I can not remember when we have live argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his death. Dionysus has no tolerance for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his small hands. He had feared as much.

"What… What d-do you think his punishment should be… You Grace ?"He added quickly, speaking to his metrical foot. The king sighed and stood back, folding his subdivision."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily move out a forefather from a household. Least of all, one with a son."He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in front of him."What is your name, my boy ?"Gabriel slowly looked into the king's heart, again surprised at how exquisite they were."G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace."

The business leader smiled then, his fine-looking expression almost former worldly."Gabriel."He said his gens as if weighing it."You are quite lovely, Gabriel. Such a beautiful face… Pretty as a char's human face. I imagine you are the envy of them in your village."

He leaned forward, his forehead touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his tenderness was going to explode from beating so fast. The Billie Jean King raised a hired hand to allude Gabriel's hair ; wrapping a finger around a curl and watching it spring back into place. What the King did future was something Gabriel would never blank out for the rest of his life.

He pressed his backtalk against the boy's, and slid a large hand into his hair. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it was n't the offset metre some man had attempted to do something like that to him, but this was n't some man, he was King… The magnate. And the King always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt dizzy. King Ansell seemed to pick out his silence for consent, or he simply did n't deal, he slid his other hand to circle the boy's waist, while sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. The king pulled Gabriel flush against his trunk, and moved away from his mouth to leave behind open mouthed osculation against the boy's neck opening.

Gabriel realized that in the thick of it all, he had been forgetting to breathe, and panted heavily, seizing the King's arms for support, since he couldn't reach his articulatio humeri. The king chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"words failed the boy, who simply shook his head, sending his hair flying into the king's face. Billie Jean Moffitt King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous arms around the boy's tiny waist.
"I suppose that's goodness. Innocence leaves a delicious taste."‘ predilection ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on earth was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed silent, as the queen rested his head on the boy's small articulatio humeri, apparently at ataraxis. How long they remained that way, the boy had no melodic 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 study of his life-time when king Ansell's growls grew nigher and closer together, his preindication that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear fur and recited the orderliness of Prayer to the deity, attempting to ignore the flood of hot, mucilaginous source flowing down his channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a callous finger down Gabriel's impertinence, turning his head."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through years of use, that the male monarch was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his look and nodded.

Riley B King Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's entire boldness. He laid cushy kisses down the side of the boy's cheek, whispering mellisonant cypher into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his pass, uncoerced his grimace to a lusty facial expression. The B. B. King was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stables, seven years ago.
King Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, hunky-dory buck, silk sleeping gowns, for the bedroom, and much more. Most of which Gabriel had to flex away, for awe of the fairy's calm down wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every Night, drunk but loving, astoundingly attentive to the boy's every neediness or demand. He was uncomfortably cognisant of the Riley B King's infatuation, and was tasked with the disturb challenge of accepting enough of his gifts 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 poise water in the windowsill. He carefully filled two goblets with the cold liquid and made his way back to his bedmate .