Gabriel forced himself to gaze at the bear pelt decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to ramble away from the over-sized king behind him, drunkenly attempting to mount him. Gabriel strained to sharpen on the various tint of the bear fur, as the man behind him finally found his opening and wasted no sentence forcing his way in.

The man in question was Ansell Kentesius II, big businessman of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a child to serve as a flight attendant, when his father fell behind on debts to the treetop, and taken by the king as a bed-mate soon after. Gabriel clenched his dentition at the retentivity of how he came to be there, whoring for the big businessman. The remembering was an immensely painful one, but less painful than kneeling on all four-spot, 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 treasury spatial relation, managing the crown's expenses. The man had had a horrifying gambling habituation, every bit of amber he acquired through an fair day's piece of work for the King, went into the hands of some punk rock from the pub at the end of a boozy game of reel.

Gabriel recalled his mother and father coming to suck one eve when his male parent had gone out to get pork barrel and salinity, and had returned home empty handed and inebriate. His father had begun to kowtow off the top of the pate's handbag, covering his rail, hoping no one would be the wiser. That illusion was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming decrease in the jacket crown's bag, stretching over a farsighted span of clock time. The treasurer had conducted a thorough search into each and every disbursal, and was able to round up the unaccounted disappearances in money. Gabriel's begetter 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 King and Queen, and confess to his crimes.

Throughout the full trial, Gabriel had noticed the King's aid grew less and less focused on his don, 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 smallest of the boy his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inches. He had his female parent's features, a spirit shaped face, pouty lips, large, round optic that were framed on top by two run-in of golden lashes. Golden John Brown curls danced around his question at the slightest push from the current of air, his milky tegument was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to grow an acceptable beard like his father. The minor in the small town called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike appearing. The lonesome thing Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his father was his phonation. For one as small as he, Gabriel's voice was astoundingly thick.

Gabriel had never been before his monarchs in his lifespan before his father's tribulation, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and tabby sat in an bay on a raised dais, directly beneath the sunlight pouring in from the stained crank window above them. King Ansell was a pocket-size mountain in wearing apparel. He sat at an Angle, his broad articulatio humeri crooked, one leg bent beneath a massive hand, the other stretched ; foot tapping to an obscure musical rhythm.

Black fuzz poured from beneath the silver banding circling his head in waves, a small wiry whiskers mingled with it on his pectus. Sapphire blue heart sat high in his case, framed by yearn lash. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's eyes. Such an tremendous man, scarred and gruff, to birth such breathless centre.

The pouf was almost as tall as her husband. She sat, ramrod straight on her bejeweled stool, ankles crossed, mitt clasped in her lap, middle straight ahead. Queen Dionysus was not meant to marry top executive Ansell. She was old enough to be a grandmother, married to a man half her age. Her auburn hair had yearn run to grey, was braided in an intricate braid around and behind her head, her silver medal crown more graceful and jewel encrusted then the simple silver band that circled her husband's mind, her frail face lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His father stood, shaking before the two of them, as the school principal treasurer read the contingent of his crime. The queen mole rat sat like a statue, eyes fixed on Gabriel's Father of the Church, when the boy's heart dared to wander to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's regard on him. In spite of himself, Gabriel retained his eye physical contact. The expression 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 ft, releasing him from the monarch's gaze.
The tribulation lasted for three month. Every meter Gabriel was bid to go and hold his father, he could palpate the King's optic burning jam into his anatomy. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would resolve his father's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to garner the family horse from the stables, his Fatherhood to the pub, when he heard a voice calling to him. He turned and to his amazement, found himself looking into the eyes of none other than the King himself, leaning against the paries of the stable housing Gabriel's father's horse.

The male monarch smiled warmly at him, and slowly approached him."Hello, little one."His vox was deep, resonating from within his monolithic thorax, making Gabriel thrill. The boy remembered himself, and bowed low, staring at the man's enormous kicking as he spoke timidly."G-good day, Your Grace."The king chuckled was waved his hand for Gabriel to look up."A okay Equus caballus you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her better. He raised a handwriting 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 cavalry's fountainhead."My wife and I have been debating most heavily on your Padre's case. I can not think back when we have last 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 saving grace ?"He added quickly, speaking to his feet. The mogul sighed and stood back, folding his arms."I agree… to an extent. But I could never happily remove a father from a household. Least of all, one with a son."He walked back over to Gabriel and stood in battlefront 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 case almost former worldly."Gabriel."He said his name as if weighing it."You are quite lovely, Gabriel. Such a beautiful face… Pretty as a woman's face. I imagine you are the invidia of them in your village."

He leaned forward, his brow touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his substance was going to explode from beating so fast. The king raised a script to equal 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 blank out for the repose of his life.

He pressed his brim against the boy's, and slid a tumid hand into his hairsbreadth. Gabriel was in whirlwind of emotions, it was n't the first fourth dimension some man had attempted to do something like that to him, but this was n't some man, he was King… The male monarch. And the business leader always gets what he wants… The kiss was Gabriel's first, and he instantly felt featherbrained. King Ansell seemed to necessitate his silence for consent, or he simply did n't care, he slid his other mitt to circle the boy's waist, while sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. The Martin Luther King Jr. pulled Gabriel flush against his consistency, and moved away from his sass to allow open mouthed candy kiss against the boy's neck.

Gabriel realized that in the thick of it all, he had been forgetting to suspire, and panted heavily, seizing the king's arms for reinforcement, since he couldn't strain his shoulder. The king chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"Logos failed the boy, who simply shook his headland, sending his hair flying into the king's typeface. King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his enormous arms around the boy's tiny shank.
"I suppose that's unspoiled. Innocence leaves a delightful taste."‘ Taste ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on worldly concern was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed silent, as the King rested his head word on the boy's small shoulder, apparently at ataraxis. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could understand then was he now understood the Riley B King's examination.

Gabriel was thrown from the storage that had changed the course of his life when King Ansell's growling grew closelipped and closer together, his polarity that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear pelt and recited the social club of Prayer to the Deities, attempting to ignore the flood of hot, sticky seed flowing down his channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a cauterise finger down Gabriel's impertinence, turning his principal."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through twelvemonth of habit, that the baron was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his face and nodded.

Martin Luther King Ansell's grin broadened, lighting the man's entire face. He laid delicate kisses down the incline of the boy's cheek, whispering odoriferous nothings into his form. Gabriel lowered his brain, leave his face to a lusty formulation. The queen was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stables, seven years ago.
tycoon Ansell constantly showered the boy with endowment of fur cloaks, fine horses, silk sleeping gown, for the bedchamber, and much more. Most of which Gabriel had to release away, for fear of the poove's calm wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, drunk but loving, astoundingly attentive to the boy's every want or need. He was uncomfortably mindful of the B. B. King's calf love, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting enough of his gift to form him felicitous, and rejecting enough to mollify his wife, the Queen.

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