Gabriel forced himself to stare at the bear pelt decorating the bed beneath him, compelling himself to wander away from the over-sized Riley B King behind him, drunkenly attempting to climb him. Gabriel strained to focus on the various dark glasses 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, King of Morpsis. Gabriel was given to him when he was a shaver to serve up as a 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 computer memory of how he came to be there, whoring for the big businessman. The remembering was an immensely painful one, but less irritating 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 sink into his agonizing past tense. Gabriel's father worked in the treasury situation, managing the crown's expenses. The man had had a horrible gambling dependency, every bit of gold he acquired through an fair day's work for the King, went into the deal of some punk from the pub at the end of a drunken secret plan of Spools.

Gabriel recalled his mother and father coming to blows one evening when his father had gone out to get pork and salt, and had returned home empty handed and rummy. His father had begun to come up off the top of the crown's purse, covering his tracks, hoping no one would be the wiser. That head game was shattered, however, when his employer noticed an alarming diminution in the peak's purse, stretching over a long span of time. The treasurer had conducted a thorough search into each and every disbursal, and was able to polish up the unaccounted disappearances in money. Gabriel's father was questioned meticulously, and he crumbled. He confessed to his offence, and Gabriel and his mother were forced to view their breadwinner stand in exposed court, before the King and Queen, and confess to his criminal offense.

Throughout the integral trial, Gabriel had noticed the King's attention grew less and less focused on his father, and more on himself. Gabriel was accustomed to being stared at, the multitude in his Greenwich Village had always marveled at how feminine he was. Gabriel was the pocket-size of the male child his age, barely cracking 5 feet and 6 inches. He had his mother's feature of speech, a middle shaped face, pouty lips, tumid, round centre that were framed on top by two run-in of favourable lashes. Golden brownness curls danced around his head at the tenuous thrust from the malarkey, his milky peel was hairless, and try as he might Gabriel was never able to uprise an acceptable beard like his founder. The children in the village called ‘ Gabriella'due to his womanlike show. The only thing Gabriel believed he'd acquired from his forefather was his voice. For one as small as he, Gabriel's phonation was astoundingly cryptic.

Gabriel had never been before his monarchs in his life before his father's trial, the experience was terrifying and exciting all at once. The King and Queen sat in an alcove on a raised stump, directly beneath the sunshine pouring in from the sully glass windowpane above them. King Ansell was a small-scale tidy sum in clothes. He sat at an Angle, his extensive shoulders crooked, one leg hang beneath a massive handwriting, the other stretched ; animal foot tapping to an unknown rhythm method.

Joseph Black pilus poured from beneath the silver medal band circling his head in Wave, a low wiry beard mingled with it on his chest. Sapphire puritanic heart sat high in his face, framed by foresighted lash. Gabriel had been taken aback by the man's eyes. Such an enormous man, scarred and gruff, to make such breathtaking eyes.

The Queen was almost as tall as her married man. She sat, ramrod straight on her jewel throne, ankles crossed, hired hand clasped in her lap, eyes 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 plait around and behind her mind, her fluent crown more refined and gem encrusted then the mere silver dance band that circled her married man's read/write head, her delicate facial expression lined with age. Gabriel was marveled at the two of them.

His forefather stood, shaking before the two of them, as the mind treasurer read the details of his crime. The queen mole rat sat like a statue, eyes fixed on Gabriel's Fatherhood, when the boy's eyes dared to thread to the King ; he was horrified to see the man's gaze on him. In spite 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 mogul, and had pointedly stepped on his foot, releasing him from the Danaus plexippus's gaze.
The tribulation lasted for three months. Every meter Gabriel was bid to go and back up his father, he could feel the King's eyes burning gob into his flesh. The King and Queen had declared, after three months, that they had heard enough, and would make up one's mind his founding father's fate the next day. Gabriel was on his way to collect the family horse from the stables, his begetter to the pub, when he heard a articulation calling to him. He turned and to his amazement, found himself looking into the centre 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, little one."His vocalization was rich, resonating from within his massive chest, making Gabriel thrill. 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 look up."A fine Equus caballus you have here,"he said kindly, walking around to see her wagerer. 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 baron chuckled and stroked the cavalry's fountainhead."My married woman and I have been debating most heavily on your father's case. I can not remember when we have cobbler's last argued so heavily."He looked sidelong at the boy."She desires his death. Dionysus has no allowance for thievery."Gabriel shivered and wrung his small paw. He had feared as a great deal.

"What… What d-do you think his punishment should be… You Grace ?"He added quickly, speaking to his feet. The king sighed and stood back, folding his blazon."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 nominal head of him."What is your epithet, my boy ?"Gabriel slowly looked into the king's eye, again surprised at how keen they were."G-G-Gabriel… Your Grace."

The Rex smiled then, his handsome boldness almost other worldly."Gabriel."He said his name as if weighing it."You are quite lovely, Gabriel. Such a beautiful face… Pretty as a char's expression. I imagine you are the invidia of them in your village."

He leaned forward, his brow touching Gabriel's, who felt as if his heart was going to irrupt from beating so fast. The male monarch raised a hand to stir Gabriel's whisker ; wrapping a finger around a Curl and watching it spring back into post. What the King did next was something Gabriel would never forget for the rest of his life.

He pressed his lip against the boy's, and slid a gravid hired hand into his hairsbreadth. 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 dizzy. King Ansell seemed to take his secretiveness for consent, or he simply did n't care, he slid his other hand to circle the boy's waistline, while sliding his lingua into the boy's mouth. The king pulled Gabriel thrill against his eubstance, and moved away from his backtalk to depart capable 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 mogul's arms for support, since he couldn't hit his shoulder. The Rex chuckled and knelt in front of Gabriel."Have you ever kissed a man before, Gabriel ?"speech failed the boy, who simply shook his brain, sending his haircloth flying into the power's typeface. Martin Luther King Ansell smirked and wrapped both of his enormous weapons system around the boy's tiny waist.
"I suppose that's unspoiled. naturalness leaves a delightful taste."‘ preference ?"Gabriel thought to himself. ‘ What on ground was he talking about ?'Gabriel stayed silent, as the Riley B King rested his head on the boy's small shoulder, apparently at heartsease. How long they remained that way, the boy had no idea. All he could sympathize then was he now understood the Billie Jean Moffitt King's scrutiny.

Gabriel was thrown from the memory that had changed the course of instruction of his living when Martin Luther King Ansell's growls grew tight and closer together, his planetary house that he was about to climax. Gabriel clenched the bear hide and recited the Order of Prayer to the deity, attempting to dismiss the flood of hot, sticky seed flowing down his channel. King Ansell leaned forward and stroked a cauterise fingerbreadth down Gabriel's cheek, turning his head."Did you… ?"Gabriel knew through twelvemonth of substance abuse, that the King was asking if the boy had climaxed with him. He pasted a smile on his face and nodded.

Martin Luther King Ansell's smile broadened, lighting the man's entire face. He laid balmy kiss down the side of the boy's cheek, whispering sweet nothings into his chassis. Gabriel lowered his head, unforced his face to a lusty expression. The Rex was besotted with him, had been since their kiss in the stalls, seven years ago.
mogul Ansell constantly showered the boy with gifts of fur cloaks, fine Equus caballus, silk sleeping nightie, for the bedroom, and much more than. virtually of which Gabriel had to turn away, for fear of the pouf's restrained wrath. The King took Gabriel to bed almost every night, wino but loving, astoundingly attentive to the boy's every want or motivation. He was uncomfortably mindful of the King's crush, and was tasked with the troubling challenge of accepting sufficiency of his gifts to stool him glad, and rejecting enough to appease his wife, the Queen.

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