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Post by Behax on Oct 12, 2017 21:10:52 GMT
The world was one in which Kings and Queens rules. Fantastic steam powered machines sailed through the skies. Magic and creatures or legend lived across the land. Wonder existed around every corner, you merely needed the will and sense to seek it.
twenty years ago one man did just that. Looking for a new life and a sense of adventure he set out across the land and across the sea. Finding and experiencing many marvels. The most life changing of which was when he crossed paths with a Siren. His only thought was that she was so beautiful, that he must have her.
Her hair was a beautiful platinum blonde, from her lower back sprouted wings, with feathers of gold and green shining in the sunlight. Her skin was light, and in places covered with feathers, her eyes a mixture of green and blue, just like the ocean. But it was her voice that entranced him the most. Words could not describe the sound, in was beyond them.
He tried many times to approach her, but each time she fled. Eventually he came up with a way to grab her attention. Once he had it, he used it to trap her on land. Using a magical item to bind her in a human form, he stole her away from the sea. Taking her far in land. She was forced into a life with him, and soon stopped signing her beautiful song.
From this farce a child was born. A boy. Both Human and Siren. Of both worlds but belonging to neither. On the day of his birth the Siren sang once more. However some years later she died. Her son came to believe it was separation from her home, from the sea that killed her. Once she was gone, his father began to mistreat him, though the boy knew not why.
Then as the boy's eighteen birthday approached, the man took his son to a market, where he sold him to slavers. Seemingly without remorse. He left his only son behind, and left a far richer man. A half-Siren fetched a high price. As days passed the boy found himself further mistreated, and one day caught the eye of a wealthy noble. He was bought, but not for the noble himself he was to be a grand gift, to the country's newly appointed King.
The noble took the young man home, stripped him of his clothes and had him cleaned up with great care and attention by the man's servants. It would not do to present a filthy gift dressed only in rags.
After being washed, the boy was dressed in revealing attire. A gold collar placed around his neck, which was attached to a sort of shirt. It came down from the collar in a sort of triangle, reaching to just below the boy's chest. there the ends then went around to his back where it fastened. The material itself was a light blue, and nearly completely transparent. His abdomen was left completely exposed. From his waist hung a nicely patterned blue loincloth, that hung back and front down to the young man's knees. The fabric gradually growing transparent as it travelled away from the boy's waist. Underneath he was forced to wear a delicate lace pair of panties. His arms were decorated with gold bracelets, spread out and travelling up to his shoulders. Similar gold anklets hung from his ankles.
Much of his skin was left on show, and around his neck, shoulders and upper back were faint lines, that seemed to be shaped like feathers, though no actual feathers sprouted. Marks his father had sworn existed from the moment he'd been born. Proof of his Siren blood, as if his beautiful face and equally beautiful voice wasn't already proof of that.
That same day the boy was present as a most magnificent gift to the new King.
"Your majesty, may I present to you a gift, to congratulate you on your coronation," the noble man said as he entered and knelt before his king. A servant leading the young man in to the throne room by a gold chain, attached to the gold collar around his neck. He was made to kneel and bow his head. His hair was not as pure a blond as his mother's had been. More a sandy colour. "This boy caught my eye in the local slave markets, and well he is far too beautiful to waste away on manual labour. I am told he is a half-breed. The son of a man and a Siren. No doubt I'm sure you will find an appropriate use for such a creature." It was vague but the implication for what the King might use the slave for was there.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2017 14:03:19 GMT
It was a grand celebration, the Prince was now the King....even if it was by foul play. But the public need not know that. And now King Lucius sat on the throne to the wealthiest nation west of the Great Sea; receiving gifts from Lords and Ladies wishing to find a place at the new Kings table. Lucius was corrupt and power hungry all his life, he lavished in the pleasures and parties. His Father, King Eldon often scolded him for having too many. But now his father couldn't say anything. Lucius's Shadow took care of that. The new King took a sideways glance to the man dressed as a Knight behind him. Lucius's shadow was not a Knight, but a personal slave turned trusted body guard. Where ever Lucius went, Liam went as well.
Their relationship was almost as old as themselves. Liam's mother was a half elf slave to King Eldon, making Liam the bastard son of the King. Prince Lucius was only three years older than his half brother. King Eldon lavished the little slave boy but also used him for his sick enjoyment. And when Liam grew too old for the kings liking, he was gifted to a jealous son, who cut off the tips of his ears and scarred his face in revenge for being his father's favorite. Lucius enjoyed blood sports. He used his new slave to win money in the gladiator style games, often to the death. And when Liam turned out to be good at it, Prince Lucius whored his little brother out to those who wished to pleasure themselves in Liam's strong arms.
While Lucius was a cruel manipulating man; Liam was not. He was gentle, and even tempered; one would call him kind if they ever got to know him. Not that Lucius would allow that, he enjoyed tormenting his half-brother.
His throne room was loud from the conversation when the nobleman brought in a most unique gift. Lucius had slaves, he had many slaves for many different things, but this was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. The King snapped his fingers at Liam, who instinctively moved forward to take the gold chain from the servant to bring the half-siren closer for inspection.
"I do believe this is the most BEAUTIFUL thing in all the Land!" King Lucius bellowed loud in his excitement. He enjoyed pretty things, excessively beautiful things. Lucius traded his golden goblet to Liam for the end of the chain and in exchanged Liam offered the Kings drink to the nobleman. "You are welcome to my table at tonights feast. Please enjoy." Lucius declared to a round of applause from those closest, as if it was an honor to be in the cruel man's company.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2017 18:09:36 GMT
Most of those in the room probably fell in love with the boy upon seeing him, even the noble that was gifting him to the king had struggled not to keep him for himself. It was the first time many of them would have even seen anything close to a Siren. Even when captured by seamen, rare was it for one to be taken this far from the sea. This young man however, had never even laid eyes on the ocean, born so far away from it.
He was still kneeling when the King's bodyguard took the chain. Standing when he felt a light tug on the collar around his neck. He had little choice but to step closer to the newly anointed King. He was terrified, uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, and fearful of what was going to happen to him from now on.
Made even more uncomfortable by the clapping that surrounded him, as the King praised his beauty. The noble that had brought him graciously thanked the King, before moving aside. Pleased with himself to have earned a place at the King's table. The unfortunate truth was, most of the nobility in the room were at least half as cruel as their new sovereign. They didn't even truly see people like this boy as real people. Just toys. Rare was those that would take issue with this, rarer still those who would do so publically.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2017 19:30:07 GMT
Although there were many more gifts to receive, Lucius kept his favorite new gift sitting at his feet as other trinkets, animals, and things proceeded by in procession. The King laughed and joked with those that were allowed room near his throne, each playing their own game to acquire more power. And Liam watched and heard almost all of it. He did not participate in such social events, he merely observed and had a pretty good understanding of the players. They all enjoyed talking about themselves, and they all liked to flatter the King.
As the night carried on, The King made sure to keep his new pet close, reaching out to stroke the soft sandy blonde hair or leaning in to inhale the sweet scent of jasmine. The celebration extended through the feast, Lucius offered pieces of fresh fruit and other delights to the scantly clad young man, eventually beaconing him to sit in his lap when only the Kings most inner circle of noblemen remained; about a dozen or so Lords and Ladies.
All the while Liam stood like a shadow, ignored by both the party goers and castle servants, but he watched vigilantly; occasionally distracted by the sheer beauty of the new slave. There was pity in Liam's pale blue eyes, he could tell the boy was uneasy.
"You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid eyes on." Lucius ravished him with his eyes, hands already roaming across bare skin. "SO tell me, what do I call you?" The King was eager to learn about his new pet, eager to hear him speak; praying for the rumors to be true.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2017 19:46:59 GMT
The blond sat obediently at the King's feet. Other the doing what he was told, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. His very posture and demeanour probably gave away that he had not been a slave for very long, he certainly hadn't been raised one. He sat a little too straight, and was a little too nervous to have been raised in the station he down found himself in. As the King laughed, joked and accepted more gifts, the boy could still feel the eyes of many in the court on him. Those that wanted, those that were jealous they didn't have him, or envious that they hadn't found him first.
The first time the King had reached out to stroke his hair, he'd jolted, and twitched visibly each time thereafter. He was clearly unused to being touched so casually. However it was also clear he was at least somewhat aware of the situation in which he'd found himself, because verbally he did not make a complaint. Already knowing that doing so was likely to be a mistake.
Though he accepted gratefully each time Lucius offered him food. He'd not eaten much, if at all that day, and what he was being offered was better than pretty much anything he'd eaten in his life. He'd not been born a slave, but his father had hardly been from a particularly high station either.
He was wary when told to sit in the King's lap, but again knew better than to refuse. A thin young man of slightly shorter than average height, and thin build he weighed little.
"T-thank you, your majesty," he said in response to the compliments. The way the King looked at him was making him uneasy, though he could not say it was a look he was unfamiliar with. Most of his life he'd been looked at like that, by men and women. He tried to ignore the hands that had begun to roam his skin. "My name is Kyle your majesty," he answered. His voice was like a song, soft and gentle, but perfectly audible. It was in some ways, even more beautiful than he was.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2017 20:31:16 GMT
Liam had been stealing a half eaten turkey leg as it was being carried out by one of the castle servants, when he and everyone else heard Kyle speak. The room went silent as everyone turned to look at the young man, Liam included. The King drunkenly exclaimed the fortune of which he found himself in. "How LOVED I am by my people! How blessed I am to have been born a Prince. And those were just words!" Lucius was now eagerly stroking his pet's skin. "How blessed you were born to hear them!!" The King loudly proclaimed to his friends.
"Tell me, have you ever laid with anyone....be honest..." Lucious wrapped his arms around his pet, brushing his lips back and forth against Kyle's exposed shoulder. The King was well aware that Kyle was lacking experience, but he had to wonder just how fortunate he was.
Liam found himself moving closer to his King, getting a better view of the spectacle that was unfolding. He felt guilty watching, but he wanted to see Kyle speak, unsure if what he heard was real or not.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2017 20:45:20 GMT
Kyle had realised from a young age that his voice garnered him more attention than his looks. His mother had explained why. Though her, his voice had no special effect, and the same could be said of hers on him. Sirens were immune to the voice of other Sirens. But to humans in particular their voices had strong effects. It was stronger when they sang. His father had often accused Kyle of trying to seduce him, with both his looks and his voice. As such, he spoke as little as possible, communicated through gestures where he could. To some degree he could even use sign language. He doubted it would have much use here.
He was growing less and less comfortable with how the King was touching him. Still he made no complaints, though by the following question it was not hard to figure out where this was going. he slowly clenched his palms as they rested on his knees, stealing himself.
"N-no your Majesty..." He answered, face flushing with embarrassment. He'd not slept with anyone, though he had been unfortunate to have been molested a couple of times, he'd always managed to get away before things went too far.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 14, 2017 4:02:34 GMT
Again the King decried himself better and more blessed than anyone else. "And he's mine!! All mine." He pushed the young man up from his lap and felt the firmness of his slaves ass, sometimes poking him in the side just to see him squirm. "My Gods, How Fortunate I am to have friends like all of you! But I am not gracious enough to open my present here." He toasted himself and toasted the people around the room, gulping down more wine and greedy taking another one.
"So what else can you do? Do you sing? Can you dance? Do you perform tricks?" Lucious was taunting his new toy, such a pretty little thing. His friends laughed at the King's rude behavior. Liam winced at his half brothers words, he knew where it was going. Lucius liked his games, enjoyed it almost as much a sex. And at his parties he could get very carried away.
"Bring WINE! Lets have some wagering!" King Lucious was quick to boredom and didn't really care what better qualities Kyle had. He was beautiful to look at, but he wanted to wait until he was in private to fully enjoy all that his new pet had to offer.
"Ah! I hear your going to host 100 days of games! Not all cannon fodder, we hope." One noble asked, knowing the city loved good blood sports.
"Not all will be thrown to the lions and gladiators. I'll have competitions of skills, I want everyone to feel a part of the arena." The King explained, giving a goblet of wine to his pet and instructing him to drink it.
"Who do you think is a better shot? My husband? or your dog?" A Lady raised her glass to propose a wager to the King and he chuckled in delight.
"My Dog, I'll bet 100 gold pieces on it." The King motioned for Liam to come forward, which he did.
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Post by Behax on Oct 14, 2017 12:05:07 GMT
Because of how his father had turned on him after his mother's death, Kyle was unfortunately used to being mistreated. However literally being owned by a person, to be someone's property was a difficult concept for him to swallow, and although the gravity of his situation had hit him several hours ago, hearing Lucius use the word 'mine' just brought that feeling of despair back to the surface. Though it was unlikely most of those in the room would even notice.
His face flushed when the King groped his ass, twitching every time he was poked in the side. It really drove home the reality that he was just a toy to this man. He was embarrassed further by the questions Lucius asked him.
"I can sing your majesty." He decided it was better to answer than to remain silent, even if the true purpose of the King's questions had been simply to humiliate and toy with him. He remained standing as the nobles around him continued their conversation. The topic leaving him feeling uneasy.
He took the goblet of wine with a nod of thanks. Though was reluctant to actually drink it. He did as he was bid, not brave enough to learn of the consequences of not doing as he was told. He wasn't use to the taste or the richness, more accustomed to the kind of cheap ale found in the poor and working class sections of the city.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 15, 2017 3:26:46 GMT
"Good, you'll sing only for me, I don't like sharing even your beauty." Lucius drunkly pulled his pet back on to his lap while preparations were made to test the wager. They made a slave girl take an apple fifty paces and place it on her head. She terrified and fumbled keeping the apple on her head. They laughed at her, as other servants brought a bow and an quiver full of arrows.
"Keep still or this Lord will put an arrow in you." King Lucius taunted her. Liam frowned at his half brothers cruelty, there was no need to jeopardize anyone for a stupid bet; but Lucius knew that. It was just another way to torment his shadow. "Wait, we need to make this fair....Drink!" Lucius commanded Liam pointing to the drinks near them. Reluctantly Liam began to drink the fine wine, gulping quickly until he had guzzled it down. He tipped the cup over to show his Master that it was empty.
"More. More." He commanded and Liam obeyed.
"Will we see him in your celebration games?" Another Lady motioned to Liam, who was now on his third goblet.
"Yes, He'll be fighting. - More WINE!!" Lucius yelled at his brother. "And if you're lucky you'll see him die." He snarled, his displeasure with his younger half brother mere existence. All the Lords and Ladies laughed loudly.
While the Lord took practice shots at the terrified servant girl who was still trying to balance the apple on her head, flitting every time an arrow bounced off the wall near her; Liam felt himself getting more inebriated with each passing moment. He was discarding his armor above his waist because he felt himself getting hot and the armor was heavy. Liam was handed the bow and rubbed his eyes with the other hand. He stuck out like a sore thumb among the people taking part of enjoying in the cruel game. He ignored the people in the room, trying hold his arm steady. And then he let loose, the arrowing knocking the apple off the woman head, splitting the fruit in half. There were many more wages played in dangerous ways until the King had has his fill of company.
Liam helped his Master navigate back to the inner chambers of the castle, King Lucius was barely able to walk without his Shadows help and he was gripping tightly to the gold chain of his beautiful new pet, cooing with all the pleasurable things he wanted to do with him.
They finally made it to the King's chamber and Liam guided Lucius to his bed. It was oversized and could fit several people. There were pillows and blankets and Lucius pulled Kyle to him on the bed and hissed at Liam. Liam quickly backed off and sitting himself down on a chair near by, turning his head as the King began to kiss and touch Kyle muttering incoherent sentences.
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Post by Behax on Oct 15, 2017 14:37:09 GMT
Kyle only nodded his response to the King's words, easily pulled back into his lap. He watched as the set up this wager he and the Lady had made, though he grew increasingly uneasy with it. Watching as another slave was made to stand there with an apple upon her head, flinching each time the Lord took a practice shot at her.
He'd taken little notice of the man standing behind the King until now. He'd wondered what they had meant when referring to the King's 'dog'. Now he knew, and it did not sit well with Kyle, but then few things that had happened in the last several hours did. He watched as this man drank goblet after goblet of wine, just to appease the King and his cruel machinations.
Kyle found he could not bear to look when Liam took a shot at the arrow on the girl's head. Covering his eyes, and for the most part ignoring the conversation around him. In fact he covered his eyes for practically all of the crueller games Lucius and his guests insisted on. He could not say he wasn't glad to see the back of the King's guests. Each of them seeming unnecessarily cruel.....Just like their King.
With Lucius in the condition he was in, it wasn't hard for Kyle to keep up with him and the man helping him back to his room. Not once drifting far enough away for the chain to become taut, though he kept what he considered a safe distance.
Once back in the room, Kyle had hoped that maybe the King would be too drunk to do anything at all with him. Dismayed when pulled onto the large bed with him. Resisting strongly the urge to push the other man away from him, as Lucius' hands began to roam the parts of his skin which were exposed, and press kisses to his lips. The man stunk of whine. The noble that had bought him, had explained in detail his purpose, and taken great joy in telling Kyle the consequences for not doing as he was told.
Fear of something even worse, was what stopped the half-Siren from showing any resistence.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 16, 2017 12:47:03 GMT
Liam was diverting his eyes from Lucius' sloppy molestation with Kyle, it was clear the attraction was one sided and Liam really had no wish to watch the abuse that would occur. The make believe knight was hoping that the amount of wine the King had consumed would have passed out and left the boy alone for the first night. But that hadn't happened yet.
The King was eager to open his present, but his drunk fingers fumbled with the exotic clothing until he became frustrated and he pushed Kyle's top up. First he twisted the pink little nubs between his fingers, then began kissing and sucking on the young man's nipples. Wine interfered with his ability to maintain a hard erection, but even so he forced Kyle's hand onto his own groin, rubbing his royal prick against his pet's palm.
"Go on, Pleasure your King." The King laid back again, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants part way, leaving the rest for his new slave to do. "Go on, Suck." His words were heavily slurred and he was barely able to prop his head up properly to watch his new pet do what was ordered of him.
If Liam could have diverted his ears, he would have. If he could have walked away to the far end of the room, he would have. Instead he looked at the patterns in the floor tiles, ivy vines giving birth to all the fruits of the earth. The rest of the room was just as lavishly detailed in hand crafted riches. Golden threads twisted into blankets and pillows, curtains and fabrics. High ceilings gave way to painted frescos of mythological pasts played out in paint. For now darkness hid more than half the room and sometimes the Fighter wished it would just swallow him up one day.
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Post by Behax on Oct 16, 2017 13:19:07 GMT
There was no mistaking the fear written in Kyle's eyes, and when he saw that Liam was looking elsewhere, he knew for certain, no help would come for him. At least the other man wasn't watching, but that hardly made anything better.
Small sound of distress soon escaped Kyle's mouth as his shirt was forced up, and the young King roughly twisted his nipples, gasping sharply when it hurt. Face flushing deeply when the other man began to kiss and suck them. Groaning quietly with dislike as he felt Lucius rubbing himself against his palm.
He watched more than a little stunned at the situation, as the King laid back, and unfastening his pants. He hesitated when the King gave his command, twitched with the desire to get up and run. He swallowed hard, stealing what little nerve he still had. Ultimately he already understood, if he tried to run he wouldn't get far. Even if he got away from Lucius, the other man in the room would be forced to catch him before he got too far. Realistically Kyle doubted he'd even make it to the door, with or without the chain still attached to his neck.
With shaking hands he unfastened the rest of Lucius' pants, pulling them down a little ways, along with his underwear. Freeing his cock. Trying not to think at all about what he was doing, he took the King's cock into his mouth, closing his eyes as he began to suck on the end.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 16, 2017 15:20:38 GMT
The King threw his head back, his moans were loud and dramatic as Kyle began but they soon grew few and far between as drink finally pulled him into a deep slumber. Moans, turned into huffs of air before he was snoring loudly, fingers enlaced with the soft sandy blond hair that was still at his waist. Help came when the King's hands were loosened and removed from Kyle's hair.
"You can stop now...he's passed out." It was the first words Liam had spoken all night, his knee on the edge of the bed, arm extended to offer Kyle a robe. He figured it was bound to be a little cold, such big rooms where hard to heat and fall was fast approaching. Still he was diverting his pale hazel eyes, offering Kyle privacy in his compromising position. Liam was a handsome young man of twenty four, even with the scar that ran down the right side of his cheek. Tendrils of wild hair did what they could to hide his disfigured and scarred ears. His hair was short dirty brown, lightly sun kissed on the top strands that all whisked towards his face. There was a light trace of scruff along his jaw line, barely starting to fill in on his chin. Thin and narrow features like his eyebrows and his nose were thanks to his half-elf mother.
"Comm'on." He was soft spoken retreating from the bed and tugging on a little string that summoned a servant.
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Post by Behax on Oct 16, 2017 15:35:51 GMT
He honestly tried to ignore the King's moans, and hardly noticed when they grew few and quiet. The poor boy getting through his task, by doing his best to not think or the situation at all. It wasn't until Liam's words reached his ears that he stopped, and pulled away from the unconscious king. Suddenly feeling more than a little sick. He found it hard to look at Liam at all. Feeling rather wretched, though he knew that really...This had been a lucky escape, and he would not be so fortunate the next time.
"Thank you..." He said weakly as he took the robe offered to him, pulling it on and wrapping it around himself. The most covered up he'd been all day. He looked a little confused, and even wary as he carefully climbed off the bed. The last thing he wanted as to wake the King, though he doubted it would be so easy now he'd finally succumbed to his drink.
He was understandably wary of Liam, and remained a few paces back, though ultimately now, he didn't know what to do with himself. Where was he supposed to go? And what was he supposed to do now that his Master was asleep. How he wished he could go home....Well not home perhaps, but somewhere better. Though he could not imagine what that would be.
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