Prince of Servitude: An Erotic Gay Fairy Tale by G.A. Hauser

Author:G.A. Hauser [Hauser, G.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

By now Tristen knew the routine. He was broken and spiritless, his tongue he kept silent, his eyes were distant.

For five days the king had continued to take his pleasure in him, and each time there were four different guards

accompanying him.

As if he were a wraith, Tristen moved through the hal s like a soul ess body. He was tired. He could no longer

think clearly.

Led to the king’s chambers, he knelt on the floor on his own, needing no force to obey. The guards stood by,

anticipating the order to carry Tristen to the bed.

Tristen waited, his head bowed, until King Telgras touched his hair.

With a warm smile, King Telgras assisted Tristen to his feet. The king sat him down on the royal bed, caressing

Tristen’s face lightly. “My Prince, I enjoy making love to you.”

Tristen didn’t meet his eyes.

King Telgras stroked Tristen’s lips with the tips of his fingers before he kissed them. “Fair Tristen,” he sighed,

“you have captivated al with your beauty.”

Hearing King Telgras’ words from inside a dark tunnel, Tristen raised his eyes slowly to the king’s young face.

“I would loosen your bonds if you would answer my questions. But you do not. So, I cannot trust you until I hear

what I need.”

Tristen didn’t move.

With both hands, the king held Tristen’s face and crushed it to his own bearded cheek, groaning and kissing

him hungrily, urging him back on the bed. Tristen rol ed over obediently on his stomach and turned his face

away.

King Telgras set him back upright again. He gazed long and hard at the prince. “Tel me, Tristen the Fair, why do

you not cooperate? You have shared your body and stil have not given me the information I need from you.”

Tristen looked away.

With his index finger, King Telgras brought Tristen’s gaze back. “Tel me why your father came to attack my

kingdom.”

“Leave me be.” Tristen battled his emotions. “I am dead to my father now. My kinsmen. Dead. Like my beloved

Dinas and...my mother.” The tears started to pour down his cheeks. “I have kil ed them both.”

In a comforting gesture, the king put his arm around Tristen’s shoulders. “No, you are innocent. You did not kil

them.” He rocked the sobbing prince.

Tristen didn’t know what was right any longer. Here he was being consoled by the man who held him captive,

yet it did comfort him. He accepted what little there was to exist on in his new role as prisoner, for there was no

nurturing, no food for the heart and soul. Tristen was used to being loved, nothing was of greater value to him.

He rocked gently in the king’s arms wanting solace, crying out for either.

King Telgras stood, walking to his desk and returning after he retrieved something. “I took this from you out of

pride. You must take it back and find whatever peace you can in it.” He replaced the medal around Tristen’s

neck.

“Release my arms so I may wipe my own tears.”

“I cannot,” the king said. “But this I wil do for you, my Prince. I shal grant you a special favor.

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