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Lord Farien walked in to the grand ballroom of the King's palace. Heads turned as he entered, as they always did. He was a stately man and he had aged gracefully. The Gods had certainly been kind to him in that respect.
But heads turned mostly because of his height. He was at least a head and a half taller than the tallest person in the room.
Even though he had just entered, he was bored. He hated balls especially those thrown by the King. He should be the one throwing the balls. He should be King. But no, he had been betrayed by the Snake.
Instead, a man less than half his age was sitting in the most powerful seat in Marzana. He had conspired for three years with the Snake to take the throne and then right before their plan had come to fruition the Snake jumped ship and somehow had put Gnefirti on the throne.
He hated the snake -- he hated Abarj.
He turned his head to spit, but realized he was in the ballroom and that wouldn't be appropriate.
But not all bad had come from Gnefirti's rise to power. Half of the High Lords had been exiled and most of them had conveniently held lands next to his. Once they were gone he quickly swept in and took control. He was now much more than just a middling lord. But even so the remaining High Lords refused to give him the title of High Lord. Instead those High Lords were even more powerful than before as well.
He walked through the crowds hoping to pay his insincere respects to the King and quickly exit the dreadful ball.
Halfway through the crowds he saw him. The Snake had come to the ball as well. He was tucked away in the far corner of the room. He hadn't seen him since before the betrayal.
He stopped walking and decided to pay a little visit to Abarj -- it was time to settle some scores. As he approached he almost gasped when he saw the collar around Abarj's neck. So, he thought, perhaps the rumors were true.
"Abarj," he said.
Abarj turned and realized he had no where to scurry off to. He bowed his head and said "Lord Farien, we meet again, a pleasure, good sir."
In that moment Lord Farien lost his temper and lunged at the Snake before him. He grabbed his robes and pushed him up against the stone wall. Several lessor nobles turned, but quickly shied away from the commotion. Abarj's glass fell to floor and shattered.
Lord Farien leaned in close and whispered "I should kill you on the spot for your betrayal Abarj. I should publicly execute you right here, right now. I am not above the law, but as it stands your precious King has very little sway over the law these days. And I guess he has you to thank for that. The disaster of Sarsansy was your scheme, your fool-hearty plan."
He finally released Abarj with a final shove and then spat in his face. Abarj didn't dare wipe the spit off.
"Is it true?" Lord Farien asked as his rage subsided.
"What my lord," Abarj answered with as much humbleness as he could muster.
"Rumor has it the King can somehow control you with that collar," he said.
"It's true my lord."
"And what about those other rumors?"
"Which ones?"
"The rumors that say the King has taken quite a liking to you these days," the lord said with a vengeful smile.
Abarj face flushed red.
"No need to answer, the color of your face gives it away," he laughed.
Abarj's face flushed even more red.
Lord Farien remained silent for several moments while he stared at Abarj.
"You promised me the throne."
"That I did. Another opportunity arose."
Lord Farien ignored the comment and continued on. "You never promised when you'd deliver it to me. I still want it Abarj and I mean to have it. And you my dear whore are going to get it for me."
Abarj head sprang up, and his face was a bundle of confusion.
"You see Abarj, while I despise you, I still understand your value. If you do my bidding, I will see to it that that you are freed from that collar. When I am King of course. If you choose not to, I will see to it that you die Abarj. Die a slow, horrible and oh so very painful death. And if you dare think of betraying me think on this first. If for any reason I should die or am taken prisoner I've already paid for your assassination."
"My lord, why me, as you said yourself, I am nothing but a whore now. I've lost my power," Abarj said.
"You are a fool. You've only lost what you've chosen to give up. The slave of a King is powerful man indeed. The slave of a King knows things others don't, can go where others can't. The slave of a King is a powerful man indeed. You Abarj know the political situation of this kingdom and every great and small house better than anyone else. Unfortunately I need that experience on my side."
"Who do you have with you," Abarj said regaining some of his lost confidence.
"No one," he laughed. "After the High Lords were exiled, I took their estates and lands and people. Unfortunately their armies had scattered and their treasuries had been depleted. So it will be years before those lands are worth much more than prestige. I do have one ally, however unlikely it may sound."
"And who would that be," he said.
"Lyzall."
"What do you mean Lyzall?"
"They support me for the throne. Of course it took some exclusive trade agreements for them to even consider the idea. And I've promised them even more lucrative contracts and even some land once I am King.
"But they have no power. They're just a city-state."
"Ah how things can change in a mere six months. Lyzall's trade agreements with Skurn and Helia have turned in to something more...formal."
"So the free cities are starting to band together," Abarj said thoughtfully. "That could mean trouble for Marzana in the future."
"Perhaps or perhaps not, when I am King I will deal with it," he responded. "For now all that matters is that they support me and they have some armies and money to back me up. However, I still need some of the High Lords to support me as well. For now Lyzall's support remains closeted and it will remain that way until some of the more powerful Lords begin to support me."
"Very well, I will see what I can do," Abarj said. "Now I think it is best that you leave, we've been seen talking for much too long. Whispers will begin and you know how whispers can take a life of their own. It was foolish for you to treat me the way you did when you approached. In the future I suggest you be a little more...polite," Abarj said confidently as he turned and walked away.
Lord Farien quicky paid his respects to the King and left. He waved off his carriage and chose to walk back to the inn where he was staying. He needed to make a stop first. He traveled three streets until he reached the tavern, the Golden Tyrant. But instead of entering through the front door he walked around back. This particular tavern had two rooms. The front room which served food and ale and the back room that served whores.
He went through the door and was immediately greeted by the Madam. Customer service was a high priority for the Golden Tyrant.
"Welcome my Lord," she said bowing her head. "What shall it be tonight?"
"A quickie," he said as he reached in and pulled out two silver coins. "One for the quickie and one for you."
"Thank you my Lord," she said smiling. "Room three is empty."
He knew the brothel well so he didn't need any guidance. He entered room 3 and shut the door behind him. It wasn't really a room so much as a closet. It was just big enough for one person to stand in. The wall though had a perfectly carved hole in it where he would soon stick his dick in. He dropped his pants and played with his soft cock until it grew firm in his hand and then pushed himself against the wall while guiding his cock through the hole.
Almost immediately he felt a warm mouth wrap itself around his manhood and he let out a moan. The mouth wasted no time and sucked furiously on his enlarged dick. He continued to moan and as his moans grew louder the sucking got faster. He wished there was something to grab on to but there wasn't. Instead he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He pushed his cock as far in to the hole as it would go. He was going to cum -- very soon. Beads of sweat tricked down his face as his breathing steadily increased. Almost ready, almost there. Almost, almost he thought.
And then it happened. He exploded. His juice shot like an arrow in to the mouth beyond the wall. He heard a cough but the mouth never let go. It stayed there until his cock was completely drained.
His entire body slumped and he withdrew his now limp dick. He trembled as he pulled up his pants. He reached in and withdrew another silver coin and pushed it through the hole. The mouth only got a silver if it took his load.
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Abarj needed a boy. That thought kept circling through his mind as he walked the palace gardens.
It had been a month since his meeting with Lord Farien. He despised the man as much as the Lord despised him, but for now they needed each other. He had to grudgingly admit that the Lord had given him his self-confidence back, had given him a reason to hope once again. And in turn that made him a want a boy of his own so much worse.
After six months of sucking the King's cock he was tired of it. He wanted someone to suck his cock. But sucking the King's cock was much preferable than having the King fuck him. Thankfully that was a rare occurrence. Usually it only happened when the King had a few too many drink.
But even that was preferable to when the King had more than a few too many. That was when the King completely forgot that Abarj was a man and instead of treating him like a whore he treated him like a long time mistress or lover. He hated those sessions most of all. They sickened him. The King would fondle him, kiss him and lay with him.
The first time it happened the King forced Abarj to spend the night with him, holding him. But the next morning when the King awoke from his drunken stupor and realized he had bedded Abarj and the King had him whipped and thrown in to the dungeons for three days.
In turn Abarj learned his lesson and the next time the King wanted him that way he made sure he slipped out before the King awoke.
Another unfortunate side effect of the King trying to humiliate him was that he knew the King was enjoying himself. Abarj was doing his job too well. The King asked for him every night now, sometimes in the morning as well. In fact, the King rarely asked for a woman anymore. The King even sucked him off one night a few weeks back. It had more than surprised him, and he didn't even enjoy it because he had been so nervous. But nonetheless he came hard. But he made sure though he didn't shoot in to his majesty's mouth.
Abarj's cock suddenly stirred to life. He needed a boy bad. But he was forbidden to take one so for now he'd have to dream. He scanned area and then darted behind the garden's bushes.
He lifted his robes up and pulled out his rock hard cock. He pulled on it and jerked it as he thought of his two former boys Tol and Char. Twins, beautiful twins. They loved fucking each other and having him watch. He rarely masturbated if he had a boy in his presence but with Tol and Char it was much more frequent because watching the two brothers go after one another was simply the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
He stroked his cock faster and faster as the picture of Tol fucking Char swept through his mind. And just as Tol squirted his juice deep inside Char's hole Abarj shot his load all over the ground. Even though the jerk off session had only lasted a few minutes he still had to bend over to catch his breath and then wipe a few beads of sweat from his forehead.
Abarj needed a boy, he thought warily to himself yet again.
...to be continued...
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