Gabriel forced himself to gaze at the bear pelts decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to be adrift away from the over-sized king behind him, drunkenly attempting to bestride him. Gabriel strained to rivet on the assorted shades of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening night and wasted no 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 child to attend to as a steward, when his beginner 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 tycoon. The memory was an immensely painful one, but less terrible than kneeling on all quartet, allowing the bear of the man behind him do what he was doing.

Gabriel closed his eyes, and allowed himself to sink into his agonizing past. Gabriel's father worked in the exchequer spot, managing the crown's disbursal. The man had had a frightful gambling addiction, every bit of gold he acquired through an fair day's work for the King, went into the hand of some punk from the pub at the end of a boozy game of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his mother and founding father coming to blows one evening when his father had gone out to get pork and salt, and had returned place empty handed and rummy. His beginner had begun to scratch off the top of the diadem'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 time. The financial officer had conducted a thorough search into each and every expense, and was able to round up the unaccounted disappearances in money. Gabriel's Father of the Church was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his crime, and Gabriel and his mother were forced to watch their breadwinner pedestal in open court, before the magnate and Queen, and confess to his offence.

Throughout the stallion trial, Gabriel had noticed the baron's attention grew LE and less focused on his begetter, and more on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the masses in his Village had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the smallest of the son his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inch. He had his mother's characteristic, a warmheartedness shaped expression, pouty backtalk, large, unit of ammunition eyes that were framed on top by two course of aureate cilium. Golden brown curls danced around his brain at the slightest push from the wind instrument, his milky skin was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to grow an acceptable face fungus like his father. The tike in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike appearance. The simply thing Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his voice. For one as pocket-sized as he, Gabriel's voice was astoundingly deep.

Gabriel had never been before his Danaus plexippus in his liveliness before his father's trial, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and pouf sat in an alcove on a raised ambo, directly beneath the sunlight pouring in from the stained field glass windowpane above them. King Ansell was a pocket-sized slew in dress. He sat at an Angle, his broad berm crooked, one leg bent beneath a massive hand, the other stretched ; ft tapping to an unknown rhythm.

Black hair poured from beneath the silver stripe circling his school principal in Wave, a little wiry beard mingled with it on his bureau. cerulean bluish center sat high in his look, framed by longsighted thong. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's eyes. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to have got such breathtaking eyes.

The Queen was almost as magniloquent as her husband. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejewel throne, ankles crossed, hired man clasped in her lap, eyes straight ahead. Queen Dionysus was not meant to marry magnate Ansell. She was old enough to be a grandma, married to a man half her age. Her auburn hair had longsighted run to gray, was braided in an intricate braid around and behind her read/write head, her silver medal crown more graceful and jewel encrusted then the simple atomic number 47 band that circled her husband's head, her ticklish 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 inside information of his offence. The female monarch sat like a statue, eyes fixed on Gabriel's don, when the boy's eyes dared to wander to the business leader ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In spite of himself, Gabriel retained his eye contact. The look wasn't unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel's mother had seen her son looking at the big businessman, and had pointedly stepped on his human foot, releasing him from the monarch's gaze.
The test lasted for three month. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and support his father, he could feel the Riley B King's eyes burning holes into his flesh. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would decide his father's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to pull together the family horse from the horse barn, his 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 other than the King himself, leaning against the paries of the stables living accommodations Gabriel's father's horse.

The King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."Hello, little one."His phonation was deeply, resonating from within his massive chest, 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 business leader chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to look up."A fine horse you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her punter. He raised a hand to pat the horse's head and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The top executive chuckled and stroked the horse's pass."My wife and I have been debating most heavily on your male parent's pillowcase. I can not commend when we have last argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his death. Dionysus has no permissiveness for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his small manpower. He had feared as much.

"What… What d-do you think his punishment should be… You Grace ?"He added quickly, speaking to his feet. The male monarch sighed and stood back, folding his weapons system."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a founder from a home. 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 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 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 business leader raised a hand to touch Gabriel's fuzz ; wrapping a finger around a curl and watching it spring back into place. What the King did next was something Gabriel would never forget for the residual of his lifetime.

He pressed his lip against the boy's, and slid a enceinte hand into his pilus. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it was n't the first metre 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 dizzy. King Ansell seemed to take his silence for consent, or he simply did n't manage, he slid his other hand to circulate the boy's waist, while sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. The king pulled Gabriel flush against his consistence, and moved away from his sass to leave heart-to-heart mouthed kiss 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 baron's blazonry for support, since he couldn't get through his articulatio humeri. The king chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"Word failed the boy, who simply shook his header, sending his tomentum flying into the King's face. King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous arms around the boy's midget waist.
"I suppose that's good. Innocence leaves a delightful taste."‘ Taste ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on earth was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed silent, as the King rested his oral sex on the boy's small articulatio humeri, apparently at peace. How farsighted they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could understand then was he now understood the business leader's scrutiny.

Gabriel was thrown from the retention that had changed the course of his life when business leader Ansell's growling grew closer and closer together, his sign that he was about to culminate. Gabriel clenched the bear hide and recited the edict of Prayer to the immortal, attempting to ignore the alluvion of hot, sticky seed flowing down his channel. power Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused finger's breadth down Gabriel's cheek, turning his head."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through long time of substance abuse, that the King was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a grinning on his human face and nodded.

king Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's total fount. He laid voiced buss down the position of the boy's cheek, whispering sweet-flavored nothings into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his school principal, volition his typeface to a lusty expression. The 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, fine horse cavalry, silk sleeping gown, for the bedroom, and much more than. Most of which Gabriel had to turn away, for awe of the Queen's quiet wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, drunk but loving, astoundingly heedful to the boy's every want or indigence. He was uncomfortably aware of the magnate's infatuation, and was tasked with the upset challenge of accepting sufficiency of his endowment to make him well-chosen, and rejecting enough to gruntle his wife, the Queen.

The magnate climbed from the bed and padded to the jug of poise pee in the windowsill. He carefully filled two goblets with the cold liquid and made his way back to his bedmate .