Bad Slave by Kay Berrisford

Author:Kay Berrisford [Berrisford, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: LGBT; BDSM; Fantasy
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2014-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

When Jay looked up, still holding Alix, a brace of guards slid a platform into place before the throne. Raised half a meter from the floor—higher than the dais—this had to be the stage for their performance.

Jay had passed beyond the realm of mortification, his every thought bent on Alix. Alix’s words of permission were endearing but provided little consolation. What he’d seen done to Alix under Lyam’s command constituted nothing less than torture, and his repugnance for Lyam mingled with utter incomprehension. How could the king garner pleasure from others’ pain and humiliation? All Jay cared for was protecting Alix, as far as possible, from the worst of their monarch’s cruel whims.

Then he’d the matter of the hundreds of people staring at them. No good wishing to fall on a sword this time. There was more than his petty life at stake.

“You must please His Majesty,” Loretta had begged when she’d broken the news of his fate. “Do everything our liege says, and do not defy him.” She’d dropped to an undertone. “I fear for you. I fear for us all.”

Jay blinkered his vision and helped Alix to his feet. He supposed he should be pleased the king hadn’t commanded Anton to do this. He’d have had to detest Anton then, whatever the man’s attitude toward the job. “Let’s get this over with,” he murmured.

“Gods, am I that repellent?”

Alix’s plaintive whisper surprised him. Sounding callous had been the last of his concerns. He frowned. “Of course not.”

Alix rewarded him with a noise caught halfway between a laugh and a sob. The watchers jostled about them, chairs and benches scraping as people angled their seats for a better view. Jay raised himself onto the small, round stage, laid with light pinewood. He turned, intending to help Alix climb up behind him, but Anton had released the shackles about the boy’s wrists, so Alix had already clambered up alone.

“Fuck him doggy-style,” instructed Lyam, straightening his crown. “I want to see his face. I adore how he looks when he hurts.”

You villain. I want to see his face.

Guilt shadowed his anger. He’d enjoyed how Alix looked in mild pain too, when the boy had writhed over his lap. Had that been so different? Right now, it seemed wrong to believe in any but the bad variety of suffering, and he was damned if he was going to ail Alix when he was fucking the lad. He forced a terse answer. “Very well, my liege.”

Obediently Alix assumed the correct stance on his hands and knees, and new determination fired Jay. Alix must enjoy this as much as possible, and Jay didn’t want to risk driving into the boy with the preparation of the plug alone. “I need lubricant, sire.”

Lyam hooted. “You’re that large, are you?”

Jay firmed his lips, but yes, he silently admitted his length and girth were at least that of the anal dildo that filled Alix.

“I know. Pass the man the butter.” The king looked delighted with himself, as if he’d discovered the secret of alchemy.

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