(The Dark Servant)Midnight Matters, A. Ellas [primary phonics books .txt] 📗

Avontos grinned. “Too bad my father can’t see this.”

“I agree. Lord Kion must suffer the presence of the dark one at the council meetings. Perhaps we can arrange for the dark one to give him oral service as well.”

The prince moaned, his body pushing up into Rak’s mouth. He deep throated the royal cock, massaging the shaft with his tongue and lips. Jethain’s hips moved in time with Rak’s head bobbing action.

“His Highness is enjoying your purified mouth,” observed Murson. “Do not let him climax until I give you leave. I want him thoroughly cleaned.”

Avontos reached between Rak’s legs and squeezed his balls hard. When Rak moaned around his mouthful of Jethain, Avontos pushed a finger into the slave’s exposed opening. Rak pushed himself back into Avontos’ hand. The young priest squeezed Rak’s balls with his left hand and added more fingers to Rak’s hole with his right. He pumped his fingers in and out, grinning as Rak’s hips worked with his rhythm helplessly. Rak focused on the cock in his mouth and tried to ignore the incredibly pleasurable sensations Avontos was evoking in him.

Sensing that the prince was near, Rak pulled off the cock and suckled on the balls instead, slowly working them both into his mouth and massaging them with his tongue. Without stopping his steady pumping, Avontos giggled. “How does it feel, Your Highness? I love tea-bagging the slave.”

“Finish him, slave,” commanded Murson after Rak had spent a quarter hour with the prince’s sac in his mouth and Avontos in his ass. Rak switched back to Jethain’s cock with relief and did his best to bring him off quickly. Now the cool-off worked against him, and Rak was obliged to spend another quarter hour sucking and bobbing before the prince finally climaxed in his mouth.

Rak swallowed the seed and pulled off. “Thank you, master,” he whispered, almost choking on the words. But Avontos wasn’t done with him. Holding Rak’s balls in a vise-like grip, he inserted his entire hand into Rak’s rear and pumped it slowly. Rak cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, working himself on the invading fist. Avontos’ free hand slid up to Rak’s erect cock and he yanked on it until the slave orgasmed from the pain, his seed spattering across Jisten’s thighs.

Avontos absorbed the power and first released his grip, and then pulled his fist out with a soft popping sound. Rak moaned in anguish and tried to push himself onto Avontos’ fist even as it was withdrawn. The junior priest laughed and addressed his comment to the flaccid prince. “Your brother is nothing but a sex slave, and all he wants is to be used by strong men. Look at him, Your Highness. He wants my fist back in him, and he’ll do anything we ask to get a cock in there. Slave, you messed the prince’s legs. Clean them.”

Rak bent down and licked his spilled seed off Jethain’s bare thighs. The prince’s cock stirred when he did this, but Murson intervened before he was forced to pleasure the prince a second time.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Murson ordered, “On all fours before me, slave, and spread yourself.”

Remaining on the bed, Rak backed up to the sun priest and spread his legs. He was at the perfect height for Murson and Jethain had the perfect view. Murson sang a hymn to Auranz in his nasal tenor and circled Rak’s hole with his bony index finger, leaving blisters. Rak cried out in pain, his hips rolling in an instinctive effort to relieve the tension of his erection.

Murson pushed in, his thick, short cock tearing open the blisters. Rak cried out again and pushed back helplessly. Pleasure and pain glazed his eyes as he underwent a false climax, his seed spattering on Jethain’s bared feet. This time Murson absorbed the orgasmic energy and continued his hymn, his voice cracking on the highest notes. He pumped slowly and traced the phoenix on Rak’s back, leaving burn lines.

Rak’s body worked in counterpoint to Murson’s efforts even though the thick shaft wasn’t quite reaching the place Rak wished it would hit. Murson’s use of Rak was a constant reminder that he wasn’t there for his own pleasure, but his user’s. Murson climaxed and his molten seed shot into Rak.

Rak cried out, and his own orgasm fed back into Murson along with the power, and another load of seed spattered on Jethain’s feet.

Murson pulled out and ordered Rak to clean him. Rak turned and did so, licking every fingerwidth of Murson’s cock and balls. After the sun priest tucked himself away, he tied the leash to the bedpost. “Suck his toes clean,” he commanded Rak.

Rak complied, first licking his seed off, then sucking on the long toes. Murson and Avontos walked out, making no effort to hide their tracks this time. As a parting thought, Murson released his hold on Jethain. Jisten would wake on his own.

Chapter Ten: Socks, Towels, and Salve

“Stop!” Jethain screamed.

Rak was only too happy to. He slid off the end of the bed and flinched as he realized he could go no further.

Jethain moaned in disgust as he used the sheets to dry off his toes.

Rak’s fingers slid along the leash oddly, unable to really grip it. “Untie me, please,” whispered Rak, glad that Jethain couldn’t see him.

“Untie you? Untie what?” Jethain continued to scrub his toes. He didn’t look up.

“I am leashed to your bed. Unless you want me to stay right here indefinitely…” Rak trailed off. Perhaps Jethain did wish that, in vengeance.

“Ewww, no! Oh, now I see it.” Jethain’s fingers nimbly untied the golden leash.

Rak tried to slide the slipknot along the leash, but again it refused to let him grip it. He leaned against the foot of the bed. “Please tell me that we will now both pretend that none of this ever happened?”

Jethain scrubbed his toes harder. “Sun-cursed right.”

Rak handed up a pair of socks and