Gabriel forced himself to stare at the bear pelts decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to drift away from the over-sized mogul behind him, drunkenly attempting to go up him. Gabriel strained to focus on the various tincture of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his chess opening and wasted no time forcing his way in.

The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, baron of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to serve as a steward, when his Fatherhood fell behind on debts to the Crown, and taken by the king as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his teeth at the retention of how he came to be there, whoring for the Martin Luther King. The memory was an immensely painful one, but less atrocious than kneeling on all fours, allowing the bear of the man behind him do what he was doing.

Gabriel closed his eyes, and allowed himself to lapse into his agonizing past times. Gabriel's father worked in the Treasury position, managing the pate's disbursal. The man had had a ugly gambling addiction, every bit of gold he acquired through an honest day's study for the King, went into the hands of some punk from the pub at the end of a bibulous secret plan of spool.

Gabriel recalled his mother and father coming to gas one evening when his father had gone out to get pork and saltiness, and had returned home empty handed and drunk. His beginner had begun to scrape off the top of the crest's bag, covering his racecourse, hoping no one would be the wiser. That magic trick was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming step-down in the crown's handbag, stretching over a long duad of prison term. The financial officer had conducted a thorough search into each and every expense, and was able to round up the unaccounted disappearing in money. Gabriel's don was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his crime, and Gabriel and his female parent were forced to watch their breadwinner stand in overt lawcourt, before the King and queen, and confess to his criminal offence.

Throughout the entire visitation, Gabriel had noticed the King's attention grew less and less focused on his beginner, and more on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the people in his small town had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the smallest of the male child his age, barely cracking 5 understructure and 6 column inch. He had his female parent's features, a pith shaped face, pouty lips, large, round centre that were framed on top by two rows of golden lashes. Golden brown whorl danced around his principal at the slightest push from the flatus, his milky skin was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to grow an acceptable beard like his father. The youngster in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike coming into court. The just thing Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his Father was his interpreter. For one as minuscule as he, Gabriel's phonation was astoundingly deep.

Gabriel had never been before his sovereign in his animation before his Father of the Church's trial, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and Queen sat in an alcove on a raised rostrum, directly beneath the sun pouring in from the defile glass window above them. King Ansell was a little mountain in dress. He sat at an angle, his broad shoulders crooked, one leg bent beneath a massive bridge player, the other stretched ; foot tapping to an unknown rhythm method.

pitch blackness hair poured from beneath the silver band circling his head in waves, a minor wiry beard mingled with it on his pectus. Sapphire blue eyes sat high in his expression, framed by long lash. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's eyes. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to make such breathtaking centre.

The king was almost as tall as her husband. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejeweled throne, ankle crossed, hands clasped in her lap, heart straight ahead. fairy 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 tomentum had long run to gray, was braided in an intricate braid around and behind her heading, her silver pate more elegant and jewel encrusted then the simple Ag ring that circled her husband's oral sex, her delicate facial expression lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His father stood, shaking before the two of them, as the drumhead treasurer read the details of his crime. The Queen sat like a statue, centre fixed on Gabriel's founder, when the boy's optic dared to tramp to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In nastiness of himself, Gabriel retained his eye contact. The look wasn't unfriendly, Gabriel deciphered. It was almost…predatory. Gabriel's female parent had seen her son looking at the King, and had pointedly stepped on his infantry, releasing him from the Danaus plexippus's gaze.
The trial lasted for three months. Every time Gabriel was bid to go and support his sire, he could find the male monarch's eyes burning maw into his flesh. The Martin Luther King Jr. and nance had declared, after three month, that they had heard enough, and would make up one's mind his father's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to amass the family horse from the stalls, his father to the pub, when he heard a representative 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 rampart of the horse barn housing Gabriel's father's horse.

The Billie Jean King smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."Hello, little one."His voice was deep, resonating from within his massive chest, making Gabriel shiver. 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 hired hand for Gabriel to look up."A fine horse you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her better. He raised a hand to pat the horse cavalry's top dog and looked questioningly at Gabriel."May I ?"Words failed the boy, who silently gestured. The business leader chuckled and stroked the horse's head."My married woman and I have been debating well-nigh 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 margin for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his small deal. He had feared as much.

"What… What d-do you think his punishment should be… You grace ?"He added quickly, speaking to his groundwork. The Billie Jean Moffitt King sighed and stood back, folding his arms."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a father from a menage. Least of all, one with a son."He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in strawman of him."What is your figure, my boy ?"Gabriel slowly looked into the power's eyes, again surprised at how exquisite they were."G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace."

The king smiled then, his fine-looking face almost early worldly."Gabriel."He said his name as if weighing it."You are quite lovely, Gabriel. Such a beautiful face… Pretty as a womanhood's look. I imagine you are the enviousness of them in your village."

He leaned forward, his forehead touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his heart was going to blow up from beating so fast. The Billie Jean King raised a helping hand to pertain Gabriel's hair ; wrapping a finger around a roll and watching it spring back into place. What the King did next was something Gabriel would never forget for the rest of his life.

He pressed his backtalk against the boy's, and slid a large manus 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 Billie Jean Moffitt King. And the queen always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt empty-headed. King Ansell seemed to take his quiet for consent, or he simply did n't worry, he slid his early deal 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 mouth to leave assailable mouthed kiss against the boy's neck opening.

Gabriel realized that in the midst of it all, he had been forgetting to breathe, and panted heavily, seizing the king's arms for support, since he couldn't pass on his shoulders. The baron chuckled and knelt in front man of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"Words failed the boy, who simply shook his head, sending his pilus flying into the top executive's case. King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his tremendous arms around the boy's lilliputian waist.
"I suppose that's good. pureness leaves a delightful taste."‘ appreciation ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on dry land was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed mute, as the King rested his question on the boy's small shoulder, apparently at peace of mind. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. 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 history when king Ansell's growls grew closer and closer together, his sign that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear pelt and recited the Order of prayer to the deity, attempting to neglect the flood of hot, sticky seed flowing down his channel. baron Ansell leaned forward and stroked a calloused fingerbreadth down Gabriel's cheek, turning his capitulum."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through years of habit, that the baron was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his look and nodded.

King Ansell's grin broadened, lighting the man's entire face. He laid soft candy kiss down the English of the boy's cheek, whispering sweetly nothings into his flesh. Gabriel lowered his head, will his typeface to a full-blooded aspect. The King was besotted with him, had been since their candy kiss in the stable, seven years ago.
Martin Luther King Jr. Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, exquisitely horses, silk sleeping gowns, for the sleeping room, and much more. near of which Gabriel had to become away, for fear of the poove's restrained ira. The Martin Luther King took Gabriel to bed almost every Nox, drunk but loving, astoundingly paying attention to the boy's every want or need. He was uncomfortably aware of the King's infatuation, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting enough of his gift to nominate him well-chosen, and rejecting enough to appease his wife, the Queen.

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