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"Master..." Peter Pan moaned out in pleasure as he bounced up and down on the Master's cock. His own hard cock was bobbing up and down in time with the thrusts. The beautiful blonde boy only continued to moan harder when the Master grabbed his cock and stroked it.

The Master was lying in his bed. Peter bounced on his cock while the Master held the wild eyed boy Bacchus in one arm and the long black haired beauty Hiro in the other. The two boys thrusted their needy erections against the Master's hips and he took turns kissing them both back and forth. Above him, there was Vindictus, the red haired former Jedi. He laid on the bed on top of the Master and occasionally the Master would eagerly swollow his delicious cock and balls. He took great pleasure in being with his boys and the boys gave him that pleasure. It was a great honor to be called to the Master's bed.

The slaves worked harder at giving their Master pleasure as they could see he was getting close. Hiro and Bacchus both ran their hands along his body. Vindictus laid on top of the Master and kissed him over and over again while Peter thrusted his body down harder and harder. Finally, the Master came hard inside of Peter's ass. The blonde haired beauty thrusted himself hard down on the Master's cock and stayed there for a few moments as he made sure to swallow up all of the Master's cum. The stimulation was enough to force out his own orgasm as well. Peter's cum splattered onto Vindictus's ass as he moaned.

When Peter lifted himself off of the Master's cock, cum leaked from his ass. He moaned as he pulled himself off, feeling suddenly so empty. But just like always, his hole was suddenly just as tight and virginal as it always felt during sex. He moaned, the feeling was strange, but he had gotten used to it over the centuries of being the Master's slave.

Meanwhile, the other three boys in the Master's bed were eagerly working towards their own orgasms. Hiro and Bacchus thrusted against the Master like animals, and they moaned as they got closer. The Master grinned as he felt first Bacchus and then Hiro cum against his sides. The looks on their faces were hot as they rolled their eyes into the back of their heads and moaned with their mouths open. The Master pulled Vindictus's hips back towards him and started sucking on the boy's cock and balls once more. He milked an orgasm from the boy relatively quickly as he held the boy's genitals in his mouth like a vice. He licked the boy's sensitive tip, sucking hard until he came into his Master's mouth. The Master swallowed ever bit of the delicious cum, licking his lips from the taste.

The slaves all collapsed on top of each other while the Master let himself relax under the pile of boy flesh. This was where he truly belonged, in an orgy with a bunch of his slave boys. "Master?" he heard Peter say as the boys all moaned and writhed on top of each other. "I have a request." A request? Bold of one of the slaves to ask for something from their Master, but the man decided to hear it out. He was in a good mood after Peter had milked a strong orgasm from his cock. "I miss my Lost Boys."

Ah, so there it was. Peter missed having a harem of his own. In his own world, the boy had been the Master of his own castle, commanding the attention of numerous boys who couldn't grow up. He had done anything he liked to them and they had followed him blindly. It had been so long that the Master had been beginning to think that Peter had forgotten them. The Master hadn't forgotten, though. He didn't forget anything.

"Very well. You have proven yourself worthy," the Master said, running his hands along the slave boys' naked bodies. He pulled Bacchus into a kiss before finally getting up from the bed. He looked back at the bed as Peter got up. The other boys watched him leave, moaning at his absence. They began to make out with each other. Hiro started running his hands over Bacchus's body while Vindictus sucked on Hiro's cock. The Master grinned. He had turned these former heroes into little horny animals, creatures of sex and violence. He had taught them well. He was proud of the work he had done on them over the years.

Peter, especially had proven an exceptional slave. He was an expert in not only giving pleasure to his Master, but remaining dominant in the harem despite the lack of magical power. He was still a formidible foe to the Master's favorite, Blaise, himself despite not having the magical power that Blaise had. Peter maintained his power through trickery, deceit, and alliances. With just a word, Peter could turn the harem slaves against each other. The Master was proud of all Peter had accomplished and so decided that it was only right to reward this slave for all his efforts.

Together, the two left the other boys on the Master's bed, making out and going at it for a second time. The Master held Peter's hand as the two went to the control room together. It was not terribly difficult to call up the past worlds that they had visited. It had been so long ago, but it was still there in the ship's memory banks. With a few button presses the Master summoned Neverland once again. "Are you ready? You haven't seen these boys in a long time." he asked Peter.

The naked blonde boy nodded. "I am. They will be mine." Together, the two of them walked through the door into that place they had not been in centuries.

The Master and Peter found themselves in a clearing in the middle of which stood a large tree. "It's my tree. Or... it used to be," Peter said, remembering it very clearly. He knew exactly what he expected to see in there. His throne room with his lost boys all fighting or humping each other. But he hadn't been there to guide his boys. What were they like now?

Together, the two of them went into the small hole in the side of the tree, the entrance that Peter used to use for himself and his group. Going down the ladder, they saw the boys. Peter felt tears come to his eyes as he saw them all again. He had missed them. They had spent centuries together on this island and he had been taken from them, but now he was home.

Sitting on the throne, though, was one that he had not expected to see in charge. Curly stood up from the throne and walked towards Peter and the Master. He glared at the two of them as the boys stopped fucking each other and beating each other up. All eyes now were on the two newcomers. "Peter? Is that really you?" Curly asked, his eyes going wide.

Peter nodded. "It is me. I'm..." but he didn't get to finish what he was going to say because a great cheer went up from the naked boys on the floor.

"You came back," said Curly. A small crown made of leaves and twigs sat on top of his long, curly brown hair. He grinned. Peter wondered if Curly had forgotten what Peter had done to him all those years ago, but it didn't matter. He had been their king and so had returned as their king.

Peter flew up into the air, flying above the lost boys themselves as they all cheered for him. "I am back. But I'm not here to stay," he said, landing on the throne itself. "I have found a new home. And I'm here to take you all with me!"

The cheering slowed to a stop as the boys all looked at Peter with some confusion. "What do you mean?" Curly asked, confusion also in his face. He looked towards the Master in the back of the room with some fear as he stepped towards Peter. "Do you mean us to go with the man you left with?"

Peter nodded, putting a hand on Curly's bare chest and running his hand along the lost boy's naked body. He pulled the boy in for a kiss before pulling back. His boys would respect a show of dominance after all, and they did. They listened raptly. "I have found a new home and a new life with him. He finds boys, like us, and takes them into his harem of slaves."

It was only a testimony to Peter's hold over these boys that they didn't immediately turn on him. "Men, you deserve for me to at least tell it to you straight. You all will becomes his slaves. Like me," Peter said matter of factly. The Master stepped forwards and the lost boys immediately tried to jump him and attack him, scared of what would happen to them, but there was a force field around the man as he walked, keeping them from even being able to touch him.

The Master was seemingly unconcerned by this attack. "You will not belong to me, at least not primarily, however." The Master said as he looked around at the boys. "Sure, you will do whatever I say or be severely punished. But you will mostly answer to Peter. It will be not unlike how it used to be with him." The boys looked at each other and whispered. "You are his slaves to do with as he wills. He's earned it."

"Yeah, it'll be just like before. We'll still get to have fun, but we're going to mess with the other slaves too," Peter said, his eyes twinkling as he imagined his own lost boys attacking one of the other boys.

"There's others?" Curly asked as he let Peter's hands roam down to his cock and start to stroke.

"You bet there are," Peter said, stroking Curly hard now. "They will tremble before us men." He pushed in for a kiss, reasserting his own dominance over these boys. Their new leader crumbled immediately into the kiss, cumming fairly quickly under Peter's expert hands.

The Master watched with satisfaction as Peter got his lost boy off. He pulled Peter into a kiss once again to show his own dominance. If their leader was dominated by someone else, the boys would have to respect him. And they seemed to. At least for now. "Round them up, Peter. They're yours, use them wisely."

With that, Peter ordered the boys to all line up against the wall. Curly did not object, they all fell directly back into the old habit of doing what Peter said. The boys each had their hands tied behind their backs, ropes connecting each pair of hands so that they were all effectively tied together. It was like that that Peter led the boys out of the tree and back through the door into the ship.

The Master beamed down at Peter. He knew he could trust this boy, one of his most valued slaves, with this responsibility. It was rare for a slave to have a harem of his own, but if anyone deserved it, it was Peter. The Master would be very interested to see how Peter would train them over the coming days. Something told him the other slaves would be in for a world of pain when they found out about Peter's new harem.

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"Aslan is on the move." The phrase meant something. It stirred something deep in Tommen's heart. A will to continue living, to fight on. He stood a little taller when he heard it. His shoulders were a little broader. His smile a little wider. Tommen had grown disheartened from being beaten down by his brother day after day, but those five simple words gave him reason to go on.

Loras and Tommen stood in front of something they had never seen before. A faun. He had a body of a man, but the legs of a goat. He had long ears on the sides of his head and short horns on top. He even had a tail. A small mouse had approached them in the middle of the night as they lay in their beds and had urged them to sneak out of the castle unseen. They had dressed and left the castle quickly, it took some effort to evade Joffrey. It seemed the mouse had been right, there had been someone waiting for them.

"I am Mr. Tumnus," said the faun, bowing in courtesy. "I understand you are, shall we say, discontent with his majesty's rule?" The faun remained gently probing, not quite willing to reveal everything just yet.

Loras and Tommen looked at each other. They were unsure whether they could trust this faun. For all they knew, he could be one of the Master's spies. Joffrey would make their lives even worse if he found out they had even come out of the castle after dark at all, nevermind that they were talking about their own hatred and fear of Joffrey, Edmund, and the Master himself.

"Why do you ask?" Loras said, carefully. He held Tommen behind him, in case this was a trap. Loras knew not how, but he would fight his way out to protect Tommen if it came to that. He loved Tommen more than anything in the world. The two of them were the rocks that kept each other sane in such a mad, unforgiving world.

"There are those of us who also find King Edmund's rule a bit wrong," said Mr. Tumnus. "Those who, perhaps, do not fit the Wizard's idea of beauty." They were openly talking about their dislike for the king now. Mr. Tumnus was really putting himself on the line here, Loras knew. If Loras and Tommen really were loyal, Tumnus would be in great danger. He must have been pretty sure that they were really discontent. "Creatures like myself who have half the body of a man... or the very animals themselves."

"Yes," said Tommen, stepping out from behind Loras. "My brother, Joffrey, treats us horribly. We are, in theory, equals, but we are constantly tormented every day. It is hell," Tommen felt tears come to his eyes as he said it and he hugged Loras close. The two did not let go of each other the entire time.

Mr. Tumnus held out his handkerchief to Tommen and the boy took it, dabbing at his eyes. He hated that his brother made him feel like this. The things that Joffrey did to them were things no brother should ever do to another. He handed the handkerchief back and thanked the faun, grateful for the support.

"Then we are in accord," said Mr. Tumnus. "A fine thing too, for I would have had to introduce you to my friend if we were not." A creature stepped out of the shadows. Like Tumnus he had the torso of a man, but the body of a horse. He held a bow and arrow in his hands. He put the arrow in a quiver on his back and strapped the bow across his chest. "Thank you Artoneus for the protection." Loras pulled Tommen behind him once again in an attempt to shield his body, but Tumnus shook his head. "That is all. He was here for my own protection. I reveal him now to you as an act of good faith."

"You would have killed us!" Loras said. He had no weapon to draw and felt extremely vulnerable without one.

"Only if you were loyal to the Wizard and his lackeys, but I strongly believed that you were not," Tumnus said now. He held out his hands. "As you can see, I no longer need such protection."

"I think we can trust him," said Tommen gently, his eyes on the large centaur. He held Loras's hand and Loras seemed to melt into him. Loras always tried to be the big strong protector, but Tommen had a way of getting through all of that to the lover underneath. It was the man Loras had been all that time ago in Westeros and the man that he had lost in the harsh realities of living under the Master's boot.

"There is..." and here Mr. Tumnus spoke quietly, stepping forwards and whispering. "A plan. Rumors have emerged that High King Peter's old sword has been found. We mean to strike at the heart of the castle to release Aslan, but we need you to do it."

Loras and Tommen both felt it at the same time. Every time that name was mentioned, they grew ever more hopeful. They both knew that Aslan was crucified in the throne room where he had been for years, but the idea of releasing him now filled them with such hope. The idea of escaping this life had never occurred to either of them. They both knew that the other wanted to help and both nodded at exactly the same time. "We will do it," they both said. Determination filled their eyes for the first time in a very long time.

"Very well," said Mr. Tumnus. "Efforts are even now underway to find Peter's lost sword. For now you must say nothing to anyone. Not even to High King Peter himself. Be careful. We can not risk losing you two. Everything depends on you."

"When will we hear from you?" asked Loras, rapt on every word the faun said.

"We will contact you when we find the sword. Trust no one but yourselves and Aslan himself. You must succeed. For Narnia and for Aslan." The faun stepped back now and disappeared into the thicket of the forest along with his centaur guard.

Loras and Tommen both looked at each other. They hugged each other close and quickly made their way back into the castle. For the very first time in a long time, they had hope and hope was a very difficult thing to quash.

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"The rebels are getting bolder," said Edmund, taking a drink from his wine glass.

"Yes, they attacked Beaversdam the other day, I heard," said Louis. He held his own wine glass steadily, sloshing it around and around and smelling it occasionally.

"That's horrid," said Summer. He was resting his feet on the back of some collarless slave. The boy stayed on all fours, supporting his Master's feet. There were currently two boys fighting over who would get to fuck him. Sokka and Tadashi were currently punching at each other, trying to knock the other out for the right to fuck the most beautiful boy in the Harem. Summer was watching with some detached interest. Either boy would be a suitable candidate, he thought. It was rare that either of them got the opportunity to fuck him, the more powerful magical boys usually pushing them aside before they had a chance. Today, however, they all seemed to be distracted with something else and so it was Sokka and Tadashi's time to shine.

The three siblings were all together in a large open bathhouse. A pool of cool water stood in the middle while several of the collared slaves played within it. The temperature could be adjusted based on the time of year, hotter or colder. The royal siblings sat on chairs beside the pool, watching the others play in the water. Peter Pan had splashed water on Joffrey, and the two were play fighting and wrestling in the water. Blaise was sitting with... himself, and the two were watching Peter Pan and Joffrey, laughing whenever Joffrey got dunked under the water.

The collarless slaves did not get the right to enjoy the pool. Only if their betters decided they were allowed would they be permitted to get in the water. Otherwise, they were relegated to mere servants, doing what the collared slaves ordered them to do at all times. Edmund finished his wine glass and handed it to one such slave, fully expecting him to bring him another.

Loras and Tommen sat on the edge of the pool with their feet inside the water. They were whispering to themselves. Loras would rather they have stayed as far away from these evil bastards as possible, but Tommen made the rather strong point that their absence would be noted. They would probably be asked why they were not with the other collared slaves and would be dragged back by Joffrey and his cronies. So they sat together, trying to avoid anyone's eye contact and knowing it was hopeless.

Tommen believed he caught a glimpse from Louis, but he said nothing, not sure entirely if Louis had even looked at him. "They say that the residents in Beaversdam were even sympathetic to the rebels," Louis said, taking another drink from his glass. "Imagine that." With this, Tommen looked over at Louis and they met eyes for the briefest of seconds.

"Ridiculous," said Summer. He looked down at the mock fight between Joffrey and Peter Pan and laughed. "Everyone in Narnia knows their precious lion is bound in the throne room. Why would they even try?" It seemed like Sokka was actually winning the fight, surprisingly, and had Tadashi on the ropes. With one more punch to the gut and a vicious knee to the balls, Tadashi collapsed to the floor. Sokka grinned in triumph as he stepped on Tadashi's body, going over to Summer to claim his prize. "Alright, go on," said Summer as Sokka raised his legs. Summer was well used to being fucked by now and so did not object.

"I wish the Master were here," said Edmund, longingly. He sighed. "What about you two? Loras and Tommen was it? I say, what are you whispering about?"

Tommen jumped at the address from King Edmund. He had hardly expected to be called on like that. Loras held him gently and Tommen leaned into Loras's arm. Why would the king want to talk to them? They were fellow collared slaves, so everything was fine. They were also on the Wizard's side.

"Perhaps... your Grace..." Tommen ventured, letting the fear wash over him and trying to let it back out. "They are hopeful. Too hopeful..." Tommen tried to chose his words carefully. He didn't want to appear too sympathetic towards the enemy. "They may believe Aslan has a plan."

"A plan? Aburd," said Edmund as he contemplated the idea. "Still, it can't hurt to check on Aslan anyway." He stood up and took one last drink out of his wine glass. "Coming brothers?" Edmund asked.

"I'm kind of the middle of something Ed," said Summer as Sokka was really getting into fucking him. Louis shook his head.

"You go on ahead. I would like to enjoy the pool for a little while longer," Louis said, nodding at his brother. Edmund shrugged and left Summer and Louis there with Loras and Tommen.

Sokka was moaning pretty loudly now as he got his turn to fuck Summer and Summer seemed bored, yawning openly now. "Come on now Sokka, your own brother can do better than that." He moaned as Sokka actually hit his prostate, something that Summer had hardly expected Sokka to be able to do. "Like that, good job." Tadashi managed eventually to get up and pushed his hard cock into Summer's mouth. With both ends filled, Summer could not say anything more. He fucked himself hard on Sokka's cock, bouncing up and down, while sucking hard on Tadashi's cock. He knew what he was doing and soon both boys were cumming pretty aggressively, filling both ends of Summer with their cum.

Tommen tried to avoid Louis's gaze, but almost as soon as his brothers were out of sight, Louis slipped closer to them. "Interesting idea you two had, about Aslan having a plan," he said casually, gazing with interest in young Tommen's eyes.

"A flight of fancy nothing more," said Tommen, trying desperately to avoid the King's brother's scrutiny.

"Hmm... of course. You would not happen to KNOW of any such plan would you?" Tommen gulped, but Louis continued speaking. "Because if you did, some people might be VERY interested to find out about it."

"No, your highness, it was an idle thought," said Loras. He tried his hardest to save face in front of Louis. The boy was so much smaller than him, yet he had power over Loras's life and it seemed to be with that power that Louis had pressed.

Loras did not allow his fear to show as Louis seemingly searched his eyes for something. Whatever it was, Louis did not seem to find it, and backed down. "How disappointing," he said gently. "Well, a secret like that could turn the tide. One way or another." With that, Louis jumped into the water swimming gently towards Joffrey and Peter Pan, who were still wrestling with each other. Louis joined the frey, wrestling just as hard with the two of them. Summer was just coming down from his own orgasm, having been jerked off to completion by Sokka. He moaned into a kiss with Sokka and laid back in the chair.

Loras breathed a gentle sigh of relief. He looked down at Tommen and whispered, "You have to be careful. I can't afford to lose you."

Tommen nodded as the two leaned together in each other's arms. "I know," said Tommen gently. They both held each other for some time as they watched the others play, wondering when or even if they would be contacted with further instructions. They could only hope Mr. Tumnus knew what he was doing.

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"Please, if I may," began Tommen, "how do you know so much about us?" It seemed odd to him that they would know about Loras's past as a knight and his own past as a prince.

Mr. Tumnus stepped forwards. He stood with Artoneus the centaur outside of the castle. It had been a few weeks since that first night meeting with Mr. Tumnus. "Our spy in the castle told us all about you."

"Spy?" Tommen asked, surprised. Who would turn on the Master? Tommen laughed to himself. They were.

"Yes. That is how we found out that you wished to defect," Tumnus said, watching Tommen carefully.

"Who is it?" Loras asked, though knew right away what the answer would be.

"You very well know that we can not say," said Tumnus, raising his eyebrows in Loras's direction. "But you may know that he is close to King Edmund himself. You must not believe that you are alone, our allies are even now in the castle getting ready for Aslan and Peter's escape," Mr. Tumnus said, eyes glowing with confidence.

"You have multiple allies?" Tommen asked again, still not sure why he was surprised by this.

"Yes, of course," said Tumnus. "That is how we know that the Wizard intends to return, in a few days. The collarless slaves are getting ready for a large banquet to celebrate the Wizard's return. That will be our opportunity. You will slip down to the dungeon, release Peter, and then release Aslan himself."

Loras and Tommen listened with rapt attention to the plan. A few days was very soon. There was hope there that in a few days they might finally be freed. As they listened, Tommen put a hand to his collar and it reminded him of just how scared he truly was. If Joffrey caught them, they would be horribly tortured, perhaps even worse than he usually gave them.

"This is important, Peter MUST wield his sword to release Aslan. There is no other way," Mr. Tumnus added. "Our spy will open the door for you to escape on horseback. Be silent and be swift. We will be meeting with you one more time the night before to give you Peter's sword. Be ready."

Tommen and Loras nodded before they went back to the castle. They had a plan, they just had to avoid detection long enough to pull it off. Fear floated through both boys' heads as they went back to their bedroom. Their hearts were beating fast. Loras pulled Tommen into a hug as they climbed into bed.

Tommen could feel his own and Loras's heart beating faster and faster. Tommen was breathing faster too. He turned around and looked into his lover's beautiful eyes. Without hesitation, Tommen pushed forwards into a passionate kiss. Tommen's adrenaline pushed him forwards, running his hands along Loras's naked body. He admired the seemingly older boy's muscles, running his hands along Loras's chest and abs. "Loras..." he moaned as he felt himself going hard.

Loras was going at it too. He was running his hands along Tommen's leaner body, allowing himself to indulge in his lover's smooth skin and his perfect lips. Tommen was absolutely beautiful. Loras ran a hand through Tommen's golden hair as he kissed the boy.

"Loras, I want to fuck you for once," Tommen said gently, not sure if Loras would go for it. The request was an odd one, Tommen had never wanted to fuck Loras before, having been quite content to be fucked. Indeed, he had never fucked any of the other harem boys either. But Tommen felt his adrenaline running wild. He couldn't sleep and he needed to feel like he had some control over what was happening.

Loras had never actually been fucked before. He had only ever fucked his lovers. Renly, Olyvar, and all the other boys he had fucked. The only time he had been fucked was nonconsensually by the Master or the other slaves. Loras couldn't count those times. They were not true love. He only shared that love with Tommen now and was willing to do whatever Tommen wanted. So he relented. "Very well," said Loras, laying back on the bed. "I'll teach you, if you wish."

With some coaxing, Tommen managed to find Loras's hole and hold his cock against it. It felt odd, fucking the bigger and older boy, but even still it felt right. They were taking a new step in their relationship and Tommen had never been more ready.

His heart beat faster as he pushed himself into Loras's hole. Immediately Tommen felt such incredible tightness against his cock that gave him immense pleasure. He moaned out as he pushed himself further and further, every time stopping a bit, afraid that he would cum right then. Loras looked up at him and pushed himself up to steal a deep kiss as Tommen kept going. Loras gritted his teeth as he felt his entrance being forced open.

Both boys moaned together as they felt pleasure from the act of penetration. "Now breathe, and pull yourself out before pushing yourself back in," instructed Loras.

Tommen did as he was bade, getting into pushing himself in and out of Loras. His body quivered with the pleasure and he tried to breathe as he went, really starting to get into it now. He wanted Loras more than anything, so he kept going. He found strength within himself that he never knew he had.

Loras pushed up into the kiss yet again. One hand went to his own cock and began stroking hard as Tommen fucked him. He felt the pleasure that he himself had never taken willingly of being fucked, feeling that spot inside of him get hit over and over again. "Tommen," he moaned before pushing back into the kiss.

Tommen kept going, his body on fire now with pleasure. He felt himself getting closer and closer until he pushed himself hard over the edge, not slowing down at all. He thrusted himself hard into Loras's ass, his cum spurting out hard. Tommen pushed himself out and then back in for every new spurt of cum, moaning in pleasure at each one. He felt his orgasm washing over him and closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure.

Loras, too, came hard when he saw Tommen cumming. He stroked himself harder and spurted his own cum all over his chest. Loras moaned with the intense orgasm, letting himself feel the pleasure. He pushed back into a greedy kiss with Tommen, exploring Tommen's mouth with his tongue.

The two boys kept kissing like this for awhile, Tommen not wanting to pull out and Loras not wanting him to pull out, but eventually he did. Tommen's cock came out with a 'pop' and he laid back onto the bed, next to Loras. The two lovers put their arms round each other and passionately continued to kiss. All thought of their responsibility over the next few days was forgotten. The only thing that matter was this moment and each other. "I love you, so much," said Tommen, and Loras echoed the sentiment.

"I love you too," sighed Loras. The warmth of their shared bed was enough to make them forget all the evil they were still subjected to in this castle. Joffrey didn't matter. The Master didn't matter. Not even their escape plan mattered. All that mattered was their love for each other.

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"Excited for the Master's return, brother?" asked Joffrey with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He bounded up to Tommen and Loras as they walked through the castle. They were always together, not willing to take the risk of separating. Loras stood in front of Tommen as Joffrey approached and Joffrey laughed at that. "What, brother, still not able to fight your own battles? Pathetic."

"What do you want Joffrey?" Tommen groaned, standing a little out from behind Loras's shoulders. His tone made clear that he wanted nothing to do with his older brother.

"Do I need a reason to talk to my loving brother?" asked Joffrey with mocking sweetness. The danger in his eyes seemed inevitable. Tommen didn't know why he was still able to talk to his brother like this after everything Joffrey had done to them. He should have been more deferential. Joffrey was far more powerful than either of them.

"No, I suppose not," said Tommen, still looking into Joffrey's eyes. Loras eyed Joffrey suspiciously. They knew something was coming, but Joffrey seemed to be toying with them at the moment. The worst possible outcome would be his knowledge of their plot. It would all be over.

Joffrey traced a hand over Loras's naked body, running over his muscles, letting himself feel the trace of every bit of skin. "Hmm... what a nice bodyguard you have here." He grabbed at Loras's cock and balls and pulled them forwards just a bit. Loras gritted his teeth and Tommen stepped forwards. He wanted to protect Loras, like Loras always protected him, but he was helpless to stop Joffrey now.

"No please," Tommen said, trying to step in front of Loras now.

"Oh, you wish to offer yourself to me instead of him? Very well, I'll allow it." Joffrey let go of Loras and grabbed hold of Tommen's cock and balls, running his other hand along Tommen's smooth, boyish body. He grinned as he looked up and down his own brother's body.

Loras stepped forwards and punched Joffrey hard in the gut. Tommen gasped and he shook his head. They couldn't risk angering Joffrey now, not when they were so close to making their escape. But the damage was done. Joffrey fell to the floor, but quickly got back up, anger in his eyes. All of a sudden, his wand appeared from nowhere and even more quickly, Loras and Tommen found themselves pulled up into the air. Rope appeared and slithered along their bodies, binding their bodies tight in shibari.

"It's not fair that you have magic, you know," Tommen complained, breathing heavily as the rope started pushing against his skin and restricting his movements. He struggled in the air, but he knew that this was inevitable. He had to just accept that Joffrey could do whatever he wanted with them and there was nothing either of them could do about it.

Indeed, there was nothing Tommen could do when he started to drown. His face was surrounded by a small ball of water, and he started breathing in that water. He panicked, trying to pull his head out of the water, but the water ball followed his movements. Tommen could vaguely hear Loras screaming at Joffrey to let them down, to stop hurting him, but Joffrey clearly did not care. Tommen only felt fire in his lungs as they filled up with water. Bubbles came up from his head and burst on the top of the water ball.

Finally, it stopped. The water fell from his face and splashed all over his body and the floor below him. He was completely soaked now as he choked, coughing roughly to try to get the water out of his lungs. Joffrey did it for him, directing his magic to pull the water out through his mouth. "Please...." Tommen managed weakly. Joffrey was openly stroking his hard cock now, having clearly got hard from Tommen's suffering.

"HE IS YOUR BROTHER!" Loras screamed, struggling now to try to get closer to Joffrey. "STOP IT!" He was helpless as he floated in the air next to Tommen. He had felt weak so many times in the Harem, and being near Joffrey was always the worst. He could do nothing as Joffrey tortured his lover right in front of him.

"You should have thought of that before you punched me," Joffrey said smugly, a grin crossing his face. He brought Loras close to himself and Loras immediately tried to punch Joffrey again only for Joffrey to stand out of the way, laughing at him. "You really are nothing aren't you? I don't know what my brother sees in you. Hmm.... I suppose it's probably just for this nice cock," Joffrey said as he held Loras's cock in his hand once again. He stroked it gently, enjoying the look of anger on Loras's face.

"Let go of me," Loras said weakly. He had been touched so many times that by now he just had to accept it. His protests were growing weaker as he knew how little he could do to affect the situation. Loras looked over at Tommen's soaked body and felt his cock go hard in Joffrey's hands.

"It seems you are enjoying what I did to your brother..." Joffrey said as he took Loras's cock into his mouth. He sucked on it, making Loras moan in pleasure. Tommen's eyes went wide after he had recovered from his near drowning. He looked at Loras who was trying very hard not to be turned on, but Joffrey's oral skills were enhanced by magic.

"No... don't..." Loras moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed his body. Tommen looked on in concern at Loras's treatment.

"Stop it! Joffrey stop! Let him go! He doesn't want this!" Tommen yelled, but, of course, that only spurred Joffrey on harder.

Joffrey's head bounced up and down on Loras's cock, licking his cockhead and shaft over and over, his tongue darting in and out. He gave Loras the same sort of treatment Joffrey had given the Master over the years and it worked beautifully. Just as Joffrey felt Loras was about to cum, Joffrey pulled off of Loras's cock and allowed Loras to cum all over his face. Joffrey leaned into Loras's orgasm, making sure to get every drop on his cheeks, lips, and nose.

Loras panted from the immense amount of pleasure that Joffrey had just given him. He felt humiliated at having been forced to cum by Joffrey, his hated enemy. "You should abandon him," Joffrey said to Loras. "What can he offer you? He is pathetic. He doesn't even have magic. I can give you all this pleasure and power. Become my bodyguard instead."

Loras immediately shook his head and Tommen looked with affection at his lover. "Never! You'll never understand true love because all you care about is hurting people."

"If you say so," Joffrey said with a shrug. He held up his hands. "Your loss." It was as if he had already lost interest.

It was at that moment that King Edmund himself passed by, leading a collarless slave on a leash. The boy behind him had his arms bound behind his back and a cock ring pushing his cock and balls forwards prominently. He also wore a ball gag in his mouth and was breathing heavily through his nose. Edmund grinned when he saw what was happening. "What is going on here?" Edmund asked, watching Loras and Tommen floating in mid-air.

"Just having a little fun, my King," said Joffrey. There was certainly a hint of an edge to Joffrey's words as well. Tommen got the sense that he resented someone else being king above him. Joffrey was not one for taking orders from someone else. He had been a king before, after all.

"Of course," Edmund said as he stepped closer to the bound boys. He looked Tommen up and down and ran his hands along his rope clad body. "Your brother is especially delicious," Edmund said, pushing in for a kiss with Tommen. Tommen believed that Edmund was at least a little bit more kind than Joffrey, although that was not hard to accomplish, and so pushed into the kiss, letting the King take his pleasure.

"Perhaps I will use him in the orgy tomorrow," Edmund said, still running his hands over Tommen's body. He found Tommen's cock and balls and began playing with them too. Edmund's hands wandered as he pushed in to kiss again. He pulled back and grabbed the whip that hung from belt. With a swish, Edmund hit Tommen hard across the chest. The ropes did a lot to soften the blow, but it still hurt. Edmund laughed and did it again and again.

Fortunately for Loras and Tommen, they were soon joined by yet another collared slave, only this one berated both of their tormentors.

"What are you two doing?" Louis asked, putting his hands on his hips. "Don't you realize how much work we have to do to prepare for the Master's arrival? You know, instead of fighting amongst ourselves?" Yes, it was normal for the collared slaves to fight each other like this, but they were supposedly all equals. Only some were more equal than others.

"Fine," said Edmund as he put the whip back on his belt. "Come on Joffrey, we need to get ready for the Master," Edmund said glumly.

Joffrey dropped the spells binding Loras and Tommen and they both fell roughly to the floor. Joffrey and Edmund stared at Louis who just stared back. Louis had a way of getting the older, more powerful, boys to do what he wanted despite his size.

"And as for you two," Louis rounded on Loras and Tommen. "Get ready as well. We can not afford any more distractions. Not when we're so close. Do not get side tracked." There was a slight smile in Louis's mouth as he said it, which only intimidated Tommen more.

With that, Louis, Joffrey, and Edmund all left together, walking towards the throne room. Tommen and Loras just stood there for a few moments, wondering what Louis meant. They still felt the ropes against their skin and both helped each other out of them. Louis had been right, they had to avoid drawing attention to themselves right now. The last thing they needed was Joffrey sounding the alarm. Together, they went in the opposite direction of the three boys, hoping that, at least, they could avoid Joffrey for the rest of the day.

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"The sword was found at the site of the battle of Beruna," said the faun. Mr. Tumnus held the sword wrapped in bandages and cloths. "In all their haste, we believe King Edmund and the Wizard forgot that it existed. That is to our advantage."

Tommen stepped forwards and unwrapped it. He had no idea what to expect, but seeing it brought tears to his eyes and hope flowing through his heart. The lion head pommel, the crimson grip. The words on the side read "When Aslan bares his teeth, winter meets its death." Turning it over, Tommen read the worlds on the other side: "When He shakes His mane, we shall have spring again."

"Whoah...." Tommen gasped quietly. Being in the presence of such an object was invoking awe and reverence in the boy. "This was the sword of King Peter?"

Loras stepped forwards and took it into his head, examining it. He swung it a few times. "This is a fine blade. It has been too long since I held a sword in hand."

Mr. Tumnus smiled. "I thought you might like it. A good point, well made, however, you two will need weapons of your own." Artoneus the centaur stepped forwards with swords in hand.

"A blade for you Loras of House Tyrell. With the Rose of your house on the pommel and the greens of your homeland on the grip," said the centaur. He held the sword in hand. "Kneel." Loras did as he was bade and bowed his head gently. The centaur tapped his shoulder gently with the sword. "You were a night once and so you shall be again. I hereby name you Ser Loras of Narnia and of Aslan."

Loras shook with admiration. He had missed his training. It had been one of the few things Loras had enjoyed back home before he had discovered Tommen. He wanted to use it now, to get used to its weight and feeling. "Thank you Artoneus," Loras said solemnly, still with his head bowed.

The centaur nodded. "And for you Tommen, a dagger. You are not meant to fight," the centaur added as he handed over the small dagger. "But you must defend yourself when the time comes."

Tommen nodded as well. He took the dagger out of its little sheath and swung it experimentally. Truthfully, Tommen did not want to fight, but he knew he probably would in the coming days. He would fight if it meant escape from Joffrey and the Master's horrible influence.

"There is one more thing," said Tumnus now as he stepped back. "Though, I believe someone else wants to tell it." He nodded towards Loras, who nodded back.

Loras stood in front of Tommen and knelt down on both knees in front of him. He held Tommen's hand and kissed him gently. "For all my life, I hid. I hid from my own sexuality. I hid from my family. I hid from my lovers. I hid from Joffrey. I hid from the Master and his horrifying Harem. But you, Tommen, you make me not want to hide any more. You are the one thing in this horrible world that makes any sense to me."

Tommen stood still, wondering if this meant what he thought it mean. Tears came to his eyes now as he watched the man he loved. He wanted to say what he felt as well, but even more he wanted to hear how Loras felt.

"Tommen, my rock and my one salvation, will you marry me?" Loras asked, looking now into Tommen's beautiful face. Tommen looked down and nodded, unable to say anything, the tears overwhelming him.

"Yes," he said through his shaky voice. "I will marry you." Tommen knelt down beside Loras and the two embraced and kissed passionately. Tumnus and Artoneus cheered as the two held each other in their arms. Both Loras and Tommen were crying uncontrollably now.

"The only thing left," said Loras quietly, "is the ceremony." He looked towards Tumnus, who nodded.

"Come, this way," Tumnus said and Loras took Tommen's hand, leading him further into the woods. Tommen looked up at Loras with surprise on his face, though he certainly didn't object to what was about to happen. He simply held on to Loras's arm.

They went deeper and deeper still, Tumnus and Artoneus leading the way until they came upon a small clearing. There was a small table set up and surrounding it were all the various creatures of the forest. Birds, rabbits, mice, even a few bears and foxes. Two majestic cheetahs stood together on either side of the assembled group, as if guarding them. Tumnus stood in front of the table while Artoneus stood to his right side. A few others centaurs and fauns stood around as well. There were a few minotaurs and a couple of beavers. The beavers stood on their hind legs and held out their paws to shake.

"You don't know us," said Mr. Beaver, "but we were friends to Peter and Louis once."

Loras took Mr. Beaver's hand. "Louis?"

"Yes," came a voice from out of the woods and there stood Louis himself, youngest brother to the King. Loras drew his sword and held it in front of Tommen, but Mr. Tumnus shook his head.

"Louis is our spy in the castle. He told us all about you two and how much you wanted to help." Loras lowered his sword, though still made sure to watch Louis.

"I understand your not trusting me," said Louis, "but why would I come here if I did not believe in this cause?" He stepped forwards. "I will be leaving the door open for you tomorrow night. We all must fight the Master wherever we can. One day, I believe we can defeat him."

Tommen stepped out from behind Loras and smiled. He felt as if he were meeting Louis for the first time. "I believe you," said Tommen. He hugged Louis gently and the boy hugged back. "I always thought we were alone in the Harem, but now I know we have a friend."

"You do," said Louis who hugged Tommen back. Loras joined the two of them in their hug as well. It was all they could do against the dark forces of the Master and his slaves. They would escape tonight. They had to. The consequences for failure were too great.

"Loras," said Tommen as they pulled back from the hug, "I want to take your name." He held Loras's hand gently. "I have no attachment to my own anymore and it only reminds me of Joffrey's cruelty."

Loras kissed Tommen and smiled. "I was hoping you would say that."

"Well, I believe everyone is here now. Let us begin," said Mr. Tumnus as all the creatures of Narnia quietened. Loras and Tommen stepped forwards, hand in hand. They smiled, their love for each other burning brighter than ever before.

"Aslan created this world so long ago and it is through him that we show our love for each other," said Tumnus quietly. "Would you two like to say something?"

"I never believed I would love another again as much as I loved Renly, but I was wrong," spoke Loras softly. "I love you so thoroughly and so completely that I could not go on without you. We have been through so much together and we have helped each other survive. What may have begun as a relationship of political convenience turned into so much more. I thank you for what you have done for me and what we will do in the future to set ourselves free."

Tommen cried all the more at Loras's words and held his hands firmly in his own. "When you met me, I was a scared, confused little kid. But now you have made me a man. You made me stronger and more confident than I ever could have imagined I'd be. You made me see beyond myself and my horrifying family. You kept me safe in the Harem when you could. You, my loyal and loving Knight, make me believe in goodness again."

"So, by the power of Aslan," said Tumnus, wiping his own eyes with his handkerchief, "I name you husbands. Loras and Tommen Tyrell. You may kiss." They did just that, kissing passionately in front of the creatures of Narnia.

In that moment, Loras and Tommen could believe everything was ok. In that moment they were free. All thought of tomorrow's plan left their mind because it didn't matter. What would come tomorrow would come. They were ready. What mattered now was their love for each other.

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"You did the right thing, my son," Aslan said, radiating outwards. Even now, Aslan shone, light filled the room whenever he was around and it made one feel more hopeful and more alive. Loras and Tommen sat with him now, in a corner of the old mansion. It was done, they had escaped. Loras and Tommen sat close together, both draped in the green of their house, something they had long since thought they had lost.

"But I betrayed my home, my Master, my family, my brother..." Tommen thought. He knew, in his heart, that it was right, but he still cared deeply for his brother. They both knew, though, that Joffrey was long gone. There was no way they would ever get him back. He had always been a terror and now he was a terror to the other boys in the harem too.

"He is evil, Tommen. You know it as well as I. He has been corrupted by the dark heart of the Master," Aslan said, reassuring Tommen that he was, indeed, right to abandon the Master and Joffrey.

"Please, sir, how do you know the Master and his evil?" Loras asked, holding Tommen's hand tight. In the back of his mind, Tommen could not help but wonder if he had simply traded one Master for another.

"Oh, we have fought for a long time. Perhaps even longer than time itself. Sometimes he wins and sometimes I win. He fights for slavery and chaos. He fights to please himself. I fight for the people of the multiverse," Aslan said, his voice booming yet still quiet in the small space. "He let himself into Narnia, the world I created, thousands of years ago. I held him at bay for millennia, managing to confine him there, but he finally conquered Narnia. For a hundred years he ruled and rules still, but not for much longer."

"Why, Aslan?" Tommen asked, and Aslan smiled. At the very least, this Master was good. Tommen was sure of that.

"We have a target and we have a plan. We are going to stop this man before he ever existed at all. We have to go back to his time as a schoolboy," Aslan said, pulling up a holographic image. The image was of a scrawny blonde boy with glasses and braces, though Loras and Tommen had no frame of reference for either object.

"That's him?" Loras asked, surprised. "If he can be so easily stopped, we are with you."

"Yes," said Aslan. "We will cut out evil at its root and then, perhaps, no-one in the multiverse will ever have to suffer the Master's cruelty again."

A small cat jumped on Tommen's lap and stretched its paws. He stroked it lovingly. He had missed having cats for so long. Loras kissed Tommen on the head gently and Tommen leaned into Loras's body, still stroking his cat. For the very first time in his life, Tommen felt safe in the arms of his husband. His whole life, Tommen had been bullied and belittled, first by his mother and his brother, then by the Master and the whole Harem of slaves. But here, Tommen was an equal. Nobody would think less of him here. He felt that Aslan would protect them both. For the first time he felt like he had a real family. For the first time Tommen Tyrell felt like he was home.

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It was midday and the light shown magnificently through the open windows of the throne room. The banners of the king, the Lion of Lannister and the Stag of Baratheon were unfurled around the room. King Joffrey Baratheon held court. He sat the iron throne while behind him stood his mother Cersei, grandfather Tywin, uncle Tyrion, his betrothed Sansa, and brother Tommen. The court lined the hall, making way for an open path in the middle.

In the middle of that open path stepped a whole procesion. The men and the women both wore elaborate and colorful outfits of green and yellow. They were flanked on both sides by guards wearing green cloaks with a yellow flower emblazoned in the middle. At the head of the procession was a balding, older man with a well trimmed beard and mustache surrounding his mouth. He had a jovial look on his face. Behind him walked an older woman. Her hair was entirely covered by a headdress that flowed outwards behind her. She had a stern expression. Behind her walked the siblings Margaery and Loras Tyrell. They both shone radiantly outwards into the throne room. Margaery was every bit as beautiful as any princess while Loras, with golden eyes, long, flowing brown hair, and bearing a lithe, slender frame, was one of the strongest knights in the seven kingdoms.

The king watched the procession with a weary eye. There was certainly resentment there. The court had long believed that if Joffrey was completely unrestrained, he would be far worse than he already was. As it stood, Joffrey was seen as a terror to the court and to the people. Perhaps he was thinking about killing all in this procession.

When the group made it to the front, the older man stepped forwards and knelt, as did the entire procession. "King Joffrey Baratheon, first of his name. I, Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden and we, our entire house, pledge our loyalty to you."

Joffrey merely stared at the group and said nothing, though he certainly eyed up Margaery. "My traitorous uncle is dead," he began, looking down from his perch. "But we are nothing if not a merciful king. We accept your oath of fealty." The procession stood up and the older man smiled. There was a cheer that went out throughout the court and Joffrey waited for it to die down.

"To further cement our alliance, I will be taking Margaery as my betrothed," said Joffrey, a hint of poison in his words as he looked briefly towards Sansa.

"Your grace, you are already betrothed to Sansa of House Stark," said Tyrion and Joffrey glared at him.

"I can no longer marry the daughter of a traitor. However, she will make a perfect bride for you." He laughed as he said it and turned around, looking into his dwarf uncle's face. "I hereby announce the betrothal of Tyrian Lannister and Sansa Stark!" The court did not know how to respond to this and some clapped politely, though it was a shaky clap.

"And you, Loras Tyrell, step forwards," said Joffrey after Tyrion stepped backwards. Loras stepped forwards and knelt in front of the throne. Tyrion looked towards Sansa, but the two looked embarrassed and humiliated.

Joffrey stood now and stepped forwards, honoring the tradition. "Loras, of House Tyrell. In recognition of your prowess in battle and your skills as a knight, I hereby name you Kingsguard. Long may you protect your King." He put a hand on Loras's shoulder.

"It is a great honor, your grace," said Loras as he looked down at the floor. When he finally looked up, he saw the king's brother, Tommen, staring at him, though only for a brief moment before the boy looked away. He straightened back up and joined his family in front of the throne.

"As part of our alliance, your grace, we bring you food to relieve the starvation plaguing this city," said Mace after Loras stepped behind him. "We, as I'm sure do you, care for the well being of your smallfolk."

"Indeed," said Joffrey, smiling curtly. "Very well, we shall feast tonight to celebrate our new alliance. Together, gods willing, the Lion and the Rose will crush our enemies and end this war for good."

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It had been a couple months since the Tyrell family had allied itself to the Iron Throne and in that time, the family had started to integrate itself into life at court. Loras regularly stood watch in the white of the Kingsguard in front of the throne, but in the past few days he had been recently assigned to Prince Tommen's chambers. When he had asked the head of the kingsguard, Ser Jamie Lannister, Joffrey and Tommen's uncle, Jamie had clarified that it had been a personal request from the prince himself. Why Prince Tommen had asked for Loras, the knight did not know. The two had never officially met, but they had often exchanged glances in the corridors. Loras recognized what some of those glances might mean.

It was fairly common to see Margaery around court, but even more often she would visit with the smallfolk and walk around the city itself. She was slowly becoming a beloved presence at court. Her cheerful and jovial demeanor brightened up any room and she was often invited to parties. It was not uncommon to see her father, Mace, at parties as well, laughing and drinking with the nobles.

Olenna, however, mostly kept to herself. She spent most of her days in the gardens. Indeed, she had made her own little court there with her own flowery throne. She would often talk to her grandchildren or son and seemed to be attended by her servants that she brought from Highgarden. Her barbed wit was legendary. Anyone who came close to her was sure to hear of it.

It was in the garden that she held "court" now with her two grandchildren sitting at her side and servants attending to her needs. A servant got a wine glass for her and she immediately began drinking from it. "My idiot son can't do anything right," she said to Margaery and Loras, sarcasm in her voice. "Apparently he upset the Queen Mother the other day. Said something about her loving husband Robert. Everyone knows Cersei hated the fat bastard." There was a reason why Loras and Margaery were here while their father was not. The fact that Olenna talked so openly sometimes surprised Loras. He assumed they were being watched at all times, even here in Olenna's court of roses.

"Margaery," Olenna addressed her granddaughter before either of them could say anything, "How are you getting along with the King?" She ate a grape off of a vine, her thin mouth never showing the hint of a smile.

"Well, he has very... interesting tastes," Margaery said, trying to remain neutral in tone, though it was clear to Loras that there was apprehension in her voice. The two had been close since they were little kids, Loras knew his sister better than anyone else. "He has a great love for weaponry. A whole collection of crossbows and swords."

"Typical. Men and their toys," Olenna said. "I'm sure that poor girl Sansa has seen them too." The implication was there, but remained unspoken, at least for now. "What else has he shown you?" The question hung in the air and Loras gulped.

"Nothing else so far," Margaery said gently. "Though he does seem eager to show me his dungeon which I have avoided thus far. The nobles of the court seem to be afraid of him."

"Of course they are. Right terror they say," Olenna said, staring out into the garden as if scanning for anyone who would dare spy on her. "I have every confidence in you my dear."

That seemed to be the end of the conversation because Olenna turned her attention to Loras. "I understand the prince has taken a shine to you?" Olenna said.

Loras nodded. "He asked for me to defend him the past couple days. I do not understand why." He had not even met the boy yet, why would Tommen ask for him specifically?

Olenna made a "hmm" sound and rested her head on her fist. "Now that is VERY interesting. We must find out why he wanted you and if there are any similarities between you." Loras knew exactly what Olenna meant and could already tell where this was going, though he felt helpless to stop it. He was afraid of his grandmother, with good reason. She commanded the family, no one dared second guess her. "You two must meet. You must learn all you can about him. He is hardly ever at court. They say he avoids others and spends a lot of time with his cats."

Loras sighed as he watched the gears in his grandmother's head turn. He knew full well that if she sniffed out an advantage or an angle, she would take it. He was merely a pawn in his grandmother's game. They both were, but they still did what she asked for the good of the family. Loras had objected to this alliance in the first place, but Olenna had felt it necessary with Renly dead. The one man he had truly loved, dead, and Olenna had already sided with his enemies.

"Yes grandmother," Loras said with a sigh. He resigned himself to having to get to know Tommen. It was going to be a chore with this kid, Loras could feel it. But, Loras could put aside his personal hesitancy for the good of the family. Besides, the more he thought about it, the more he thought that it wouldn't be so bad. How bad would Joffrey's reclusive younger brother really be?

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Loras held his sword in his right hand and swung gently, gracefully. He was good, he knew. He had bested knights twice his size in jousts. Loras had always won every mock battle Renly had put in front of him. He stood outside in a small courtyard alone. Loras breathed deeply and swung hard. He rolled his elbows and shoulders as if to avoid some invisible attack and then swung back just as hard.

He felt more at home here than he did in this gods forsaken city. This castle of horror and lies. He felt more at home away from his family practicing his swordplay. True, Loras did often enjoy the company of his sister, but his grandmother was a real terror. No doubt she was already having thoughts of what she wanted Loras to do. The only thing Loras wanted to do was curl up and never talk to anyone again. Renly was dead. His lover, his king. The man who had been his everything. He was gone, killed by some shadow and there was nothing Loras could do about it. So he danced. He practiced the blade because it was all he knew. It was the only thing he had ever been good at.

Loras spun with the blade, making a slash in an arc. Why did he have to die? He was so radiant, so beautiful, so magnificent. He should have been king. Not this sadistic tyrant. His Renly would have ruled magnificently. His Renly would have been the sun, shining goodness down from the throne. Tears came to Loras's eyes as he slashed, and he screamed. A horrible scream ripped from his throat as he thought about the one man who gave him purpose.

He had to move on. He could not dwell in the past forever. Renly was gone. Renly was gone. He had to say it to himself over and over again until it registered in his head. Until it truly made sense. Renly was gone and he was not coming back. Loras collapsed under the weight of his own emotion and sat on a bench, looking at the flowers.

It was only then that Loras noticed something, no, someone, out of the corner of his eye. He wiped his tears from his eyes and looked closer. "Hello?" Loras said quietly. Was there someone spying on him already? He had assumed there were spies watching him and his family's every move, but it was just kind of an assumption. Loras did not really think he would be confronted with that fact. He stood up and walked towards the pillar where he thought he saw someone.

It turned out Loras didn't need to go all the way because the boy stepped out from behind it. The twelve year old Tommen Baratheon stood there with his cat in his hand. He wore a brown and red tunic with silver buttons down the front. Loras stopped and bowed, sheathing his sword. "Your grace," he said formally, all trace of his emotion gone from his voice. Had the boy watched Loras the entire time? What must he have thought about Loras's show of emotion.

"I... wanted to watch you train," said Tommen, looking down at the ground and shuffling his feet. "I heard you were strong," he said. He gently stroked his cat, which meowed in his hands. Tommen let it down and it started wandering the court yard, its attention soon distracted by a small bug.

Loras felt embarrassed by the show of emotion, especially as he was supposed to be getting to know this prince. The boy must have thought him a joke by now. So Loras said nothing, not sure what he should say. A silence hung over the two of them as Tommen stepped forwards and sat while Loras stayed standing, head bowed. "You are very good," Tommen said eventually, after some awkward silence.

"Thank you, your grace," Loras said, still not saying anything. Tommen did not seem to want to address what he had seen.

"Please, don't call me 'your grace,'" Tommen said suddenly. "I don't like it. I don't even like being a prince much to be honest."

"Well, what should I call you?" Loras asked, his head still bowed. The boy was taking a risk talking to Loras like this, Loras knew. But perhaps Tommen only wanted a friend.

"Please call me Tommen," Tommen said. He patted the bench indicating that he wanted Loras to sit next to him. Loras did, though felt slightly uncomfortable at the closeness to the prince. "And please, do not bow to me like that. It makes me uncomfortable."

Loras looked up at the prince. Was this a trap? Did his family send Tommen to test Loras? Loras could not say. He had never really cared for court life anyway, and now he was surrounded by courtiers who would murder him as soon as look at him. As much as Loras feared and resented his grandmother, he was grateful that she was looking out for him.

"Yes... Tommen." It felt weird to say, like he was being bad not calling Tommen by his proper title, but Tommen himself had commanded it. Loras watched Tommen carefully as the young boy seemed to be watching him. Tommen couldn't keep his eyes off of Loras, in fact.

"Why were you crying?" Tommen asked. Loras met Tommen's eyes and the boy's eyes darted back towards his cat, watching her chase a ladybug.

Oh. Of course Tommen would ask about that. How could he not? Loras was his strong knight, his defender, and seeing him like that, so vulnerable, perhaps made Tommen question for his safety.

"I... lost someone," Loras said. It was ambiguous enough to make anyone think that Renly had just been his King, nothing more. Still, there was an emotional shakiness to Loras's voice that he could not remove.

"Renly," said Tommen, knowing immediately what Loras meant. "He must have been very special to you," Tommen said, looking up at Loras with those big emerald eyes. Loras had a hard time hiding the truth, but he refused to say out loud what he really felt about the man. How could he? If Tommen really was a spy, what Loras said here could jeopardize his entire family.

"He was my king," Loras said quietly, looking at Tommen now. "I would prefer not to talk about it," Loras almost begged. Not only did he not want to accidentally hurt his family, he didn't want to think about Renly anymore. Loras knew he might have been overstepping his bounds there, but Tommen said nothing about it, preferring instead to look back at his cat.

"How did you become so good with the sword?" Tommen asked. He looked at Loras's sword now and Loras stood up, drawing it for the boy to see.

"I've always been good. Ever since I was a boy. I can teach you if you like," said Loras and he swung the blade a few times. He was grateful for the distraction.

"I would like that," said Tommen as he watched. "Joffrey always says that I'm too weak for any real fighting. That I would die quickly in a battle." He flinched as he said the last part. Loras could sense in Tommen some real fear of his brother.

Loras shook his head. "What does he know?" Loras thought about the possibility of this being a trap and quickly tried to move on. "I bet you could take on a whole army."

Tommen laughed at that. "Fancy that? Me fighting in the midst of battle, taking on a hundred, no, a thousand men." Tommen swung an imaginary sword and laughed harder now as he watched Loras who began to swing his own very real sword again. Loras laughed with him. "Yeah, what does Joffrey know?" Tommen said as he laughed and Loras sighed with relief. That had been the correct thing to say after all.

Tommen watched Loras as he practiced. For some reason, Loras felt comfortable with Tommen as the boy talked about his life with his mother and brother and sister. "Can I tell you a secret?" Tommen asked and Loras nodded. He couldn't very well refuse at this point. "I like my cats most of all. They don't get mad at me or yell at me or threaten me. They like me." As if to prove his point, Tommen's cat chose that moment to run her body along Tommen's leg.

Loras smiled. "I understand. Sometimes I don't care for my family very much either," Loras admitted. He had never admitted that to anyone, but he felt he could trust this boy prince. He seemed much more real than anyone else in this suffocating castle. Tommen did not seem the type to go to his brother the next day and tell him everything that happened.

"Really? You seem like a perfect family," Tommen said with surprise.

"No, not always. Sometimes we fight just like anyone else," Loras said. That seemed to make Tommen feel better somehow, like he wasn't alone.

"This is Ser Pounce," Tommen said as he picked up the cat. The cat purred in his arms for a few moments before jumping away. "Joffrey doesn't like her. He threatened to skin her alive and cut her up and feed her to me so I wouldn't know it was her."

Loras stopped swinging his sword and turned towards Tommen sympathetically. "That's cruel. A king should be better than that." Loras gazed into Tommen's emerald green eyes and smiled at him. "You don't strike me as cruel. And you should stop listening to your brother so much. You will be the better man."

Tommen smiled at that. It seemed to make him feel better. He sat back and continued watching as Loras did various strikes and swings with his sword. "You know, you don't strike me as cruel either, Ser Loras."

Loras really saw Tommen and understood him in that moment. Most of the people in this castle wore a mask at all times to conceal their true selves. It was a mask that seemed to be born out of survival. Tommen did not have a mask. He spoke honestly and it was refreshing for Loras. They stayed there together for hours afterwards, just talking about each other's families. Loras enjoyed Tommen's company more than he thought he would. He was sad to see Tommen finally go, but he knew there would be other opportunities. It turned out, the terror of a King had a brother who was not so bad after all. He was just lonely. Yes, if Loras had to befriend this little prince, it would not be the worst job in the world. He might actually enjoy it.

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Lady Olenna drank another sip from her wine glass and looked over her two grandchildren. She eyed them up. "So Joffrey does not become any less dangerous," she said, glancing at Margaery.

"He would like me to participate in Sansa's humiliation," Margaery said, glancing at Olenna. "He has invited her and Tyrion to parties with me, I think just to spite them. I replaced her after all."

"What a nasty little boy," said Olenna. She still spoke so openly even here in the gardens of the Red Keep. Olenna had always been open about her feelings, but not even here in the den of their greatest threats, did she hold back. "I expect we ought to arrange a meeting with this girl, Sansa." Olenna turned towards Loras and it was clear, once again, that that conversation was over. "I understand, Loras, that you have been spending an awful lot of time with the prince."

Loras sighed. It was true that he had spent quite a lot of time with Tommen and had gotten to know him quite well. They had started to stir up a friendship. The court seemed to have taken notice as well. Tommen would have no other guard but Loras and Loras would be seen outside of his chambers regularly. For a boy who spoke to nobody else if he could help it, it was unusual to see him so taken with someone. There were those who even thought it might be a good thing, though none would dare say so in front of the Queen Mother.

"Yes," Loras said as the eyes of his sister and grandmother now turned to him. "He is a kind, intelligent boy. I think he's just lonely," said Loras, idly. He had not expected to enjoy spending time with Tommen as much as he had, but he truly had. In truth, Tommen was nothing like him. Loras had grown up happy and confident with many friends. He was always close with his sister and had always been good at fighting. Some might even say he was too arrogant in his abilities. Loras wished he could give that sort of childhood to Tommen who seemed scared of everything and everyone.

"How lonely?" Olenna pressed. There was something in her eyes. "As lonely as, say, a certain knight with two larger than life older brothers?"

Loras's eyes went wide and he shook his head. "No, he is just a boy. I couldn't do that to him. I'm not going to take advantage of him."

Olenna continued to stare at Loras, as if in a battle of wills. Margaery stared between them, open mouthed. There was some invisible force working between grandmother and grandson right then and Loras didn't like it. He couldn't look away or she would win. "It is hardly taking advantage if that is what he wants." Olenna stared into Loras's eyes.

Even Margaery got involved now. "You have told me about how he does not stop staring at you, how he tries for any excuse to touch you," Margaery said, and Loras looked to her with wide eyes. Even his own sister betrayed him.

"But the risk... If the Queen Mother finds out..." Loras said, seemingly resigned to his fate now. There was no way Olenna would take no for an answer.

"The Queen Mother is a fool. She wouldn't know what was happening with her children if they came up and told her themselves." Olenna said, watching the servants in the garden. "She certainly will not know about someone sneaking into her youngest son's bedchambers at night."

Loras's eyes went wide yet again as he looked towards his grandmother. "I can't! He's a sweet boy, he doesn't deserve this. Besides, it is too dangerous."

Olenna continued staring at Loras as if reading him. She spoke in a tone that brokered no argument. "This is a risk you must be prepared to take. We can not afford to lose this opportunity. The fate of our house might depend on it."

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It was midnight. Most of the castle had already gone to bed, but not Loras. Loras had to work overnight, apparently. He resented his grandmother for forcing him to do this, but he had very little choice. She wanted control of Tommen and Loras couldn't blame her, honestly. In the few months since they had come to this castle, Joffrey and Cersei had proven to be far more dangerous than he could have even imagined. Tommen, however, would be much easier for Olenna to control. Loras didn't want to control him, however. He liked Tommen. He liked spending time with him. He felt like he was using a beautiful young boy who just needed someone, anyone, in his life who wouldn't want to manipulate him.

Fortunately for Loras, Tommen's bedroom had a balcony overlooking a small courtyard. Unfortunately for Loras, he had never been amazing as climbing. He had snuck out onto the balcony of an unused bedchamber beside Tommen's and was clinging to the wall at this very moment. He had to make it to Tommen's balcony without being seen and without falling, no easy feat. There were a few holes in the stone that Loras could grab, but he felt himself slipping more than once. Finally, though, he managed to step onto the balcony itself, breathing a sigh of relief that he was on solid ground again.

"Hello? Who's there?" Loras heard the familiar voice and quickly ducked behind a pillar. His heart was beating fast. Loras couldn't believe he was doing this. If Olenna was wrong, Loras could be executed for this or be put in the dungeon for the rest of his life. This was the biggest risk Loras had ever taken in his life. He breathed deeply and convinced himself that it would work. Tommen would want him like this.

With another deep breath, Loras stepped out from behind the pillar. He wore a light shirt and pants as well as sturdy shoes for climbing. He carried no weapon, feeling that it would perhaps scare Tommen if he did. "Loras?" Tommen asked as Loras stepped closer.

Tommen sat up in his bed. One of his cats laid on the bed with him. Tommen wore nothing but his smallclothes draped over his naked body. Loras stepped further in until he was practically right by the bed. Tommen looked with wide eyes at the man in front of him, eyes not leaving Loras's body. "What are you doing here?" Tommen asked nervously.

Loras sat on the bed next to Tommen. Well, so far so good, Tommen had not called the guards. Perhaps his grandmother had been right about the young prince. "I thought you might like some company."

Tommen stared at Loras. "I don't think you're supposed to be here. Mother does not allow me visitors at night."

Loras risked putting a hand on Tommen, a gentle cup of his cheek. Tommen leaned into the touch, the first time there had been a purposeful touch between them. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Loras said. Tommen's reaction made it clear that Olenna had probably been right. Tommen did want Loras in that way. Loras felt uneasy about what he had to do next. "It will be our little secret." He knelt down and gently kissed Tommen. It was their first kiss. A quiet, subtle thing. Loras could hear and feel Tommen's heart beat get louder, his pulse quickened and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Our little secret..." Tommen said breathlessly as Loras pulled back from the kiss.

"Do you want to touch me Tommen?" Loras asked, offering his body up for Tommen's pleasure.

"Yes... please...." Tommen put a hand under Loras's shirt and Loras took the shirt off entirely, allowing Tommen to run his hands along Loras's lean muscles. Tommen gasped with pleasure, it was clear his little cock was rock hard. Loras simply allowed Tommen to touch whatever he wanted, laying there on the bed for the boy to experiment. "I've never..." Tommen said quietly before he ran his hand over Loras's crotch.

"Do you want to see it?" Loras asked and Tommen nodded. The boy gulped as Loras pulled down his pants, revealing his own soft cock and balls. Tommen looked up at Loras for reassurance before he started running his hand along Loras's genitals. The man let the boy do what he wanted.

It was enough, for Tommen, to see a naked man he was attracted to, it seemed. Tommen began stroking his own cock under the sheets and was cumming fairly quickly just from touching Loras's body. When Tommen came, Loras slipped his clothes back on and stood up. "Please," Tommen said as he came down from his orgasm. "Don't go." Loras sat back down on the bed. "Remove your clothes again," he said. It was clear that Tommen was eager to keep exploring so Loras did as the young prince asked. This was his night, after all.

Tommen put his arms around the now naked Loras and ran his hands along every inch of the knight's body. Loras laid there and let him do it. He could not imagine getting pleasure from such an encounter, though Tommen was indeed cute. The point was to let Tommen explore his own sexuality, something that he had been clearly suppressing for a long time.

For several hours Loras stayed there and Tommen stroked his body. They kissed multiple times and Tommen started stroking Loras's cock, trying to get him hard. In the end, Loras had been there for sometime. "I really must go. They can not find me in here in the morning," Loras said and Tommen agreed. The boy believed that he might get in trouble as well.

So Loras stood up again and put his clothing back on. "Can I visit you again?" Loras asked, but he already knew the answer.

"Yes, please," Tommen said before pushing up for one last kiss. Loras could tell that he was already missing touching Loras. There would be other nights, as long as the Queen Mother didn't find out.

Loras stepped out onto the balcony and then it was the treacherous climb back to the abandoned room's balcony. Olenna would be very pleased with him when Loras reported back to her. This would, by far, be the easiest method to control the prince. Loras convinced himself he had done the right thing by allowing a young boy to experience his own sexuality for the first time. It almost made him forget about the blatant manipulation.

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Wedding preparations were now underway for the wedding of Joffrey Baratheon and Margaery Tyrell. There was much buzz throughout the castle about what Margaery's dress would look like or about who would entertain at the wedding. Loras had been tasked with, of course, defending prince Tommen at the ceremony. There was quite a lot to do and yet Olenna still found time to hold her own court in the gardens with her family.

"He will make a horrid king," said Olenna openly, drinking from her own cup of wine. The servants were being extra careful to trim the bushes and water the flowers now in preparation for the big event. "The things he did to the Stark girl are unconscionable."

"I believe that, with some effort, he can be made better," said Margaery, though Loras could tell that she was not particularly sure of that statement. Olenna seemed to pick up on it as well.

"Not from what Sansa has told us," Olenna said. Olenna and Margaery had met with Sansa at lunch a few weeks ago. Loras had not been invited. "I believe she has expressed some desire to leave," Olenna said gently. "Though, like most of us, she is a prisoner in this castle." And now she spoke quietly, leaning in just a bit. "Perhaps a visit to Highgarden is in order."

Loras and Margaery both looked at each other in shock. The idea of spiriting Sansa away would be quite the undertaking. Cersei would be mad about losing her political prisoner. Olenna leaned back in her chair as if she had not said anything. "There is much to do now, however, for your wedding." Olenna looked at Margaery and smiled at her. "Your dress is magnificent, or so I hear," she said.

For a few minutes, Olenna started talking about the preparations for the wedding, but it was not very long. Olenna was far more interested in other matters. She turned now to Loras and spoke to him, as she usually did, after her business with Margaery was concluded.

"The prince likes me, a lot. And I like him. And he is too kind and sweet to be a part of your games," Loras said, preempting the conversation.

Olenna's mouth actually curved into a smile for the first time in as long as they could remember. "Strong words. We are all a part of these games child. It is only when we are good enough players that we stay alive."

Loras shut up at that. It was the first time he had really stood up to his grandmother over anything and he couldn't believe he had done it. Why? For this prince? He had never imagined himself loving anyone again after Renly's death, but he felt so strongly for Tommen that he did not want to see the boy get hurt. Was that love? Loras did not know.

"I can see the effect he has had on you," Olenna said, smiling still. "The effect you have had on him is obvious. The hermit has emerged from his cave." It was true. Tommen had been seen outside and in public a lot more since he had become friends with Loras. Only ever with Loras, though, of course. Cersei was starting to get suspicious, but she was too often distracted by the wedding preperations to really notice Tommen. That suited Loras fine, because he felt that sooner or later he would incur her wrath.

"Cersei will grow suspicious and will come down on us. It is inevitable," Olenna said, as if reading Loras's mind. "Things are now in motion that will be irreparable. However, if Tommen joins Sansa, well, she may not have much of a choice."

Loras and Margaery looked at each other again with open mouths. "You can't be serious," Loras said. She really meant to abduct the prince AND Sansa, right out from under the Queen Mother's nose.

"Indeed, I am. I think it would do him a world of good, don't you?" Olenna looked between her grandchildren and they both could not help the sheer stupor over what she was planning. Loras did have to admit, though, that Tommen would probably be happier in Highgarden with him, but actually getting him out would be very difficult.

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It was well past midnight and Loras and Tommen lay together in bed naked. Loras had come into Tommen's room most nights now. Tommen always seemed much more bright and cheerful the day after their rendevous. Loras let Tommen do whatever he liked with his body, which was mostly just touching it and playing with Loras's cock and balls. Loras was more than willing to do that. He found he even started to enjoy it, cumming a few times in bed with Tommen. He was even starting to teach Tommen some oral skills and he was getting good at it, sucking Loras's cock to completion a few times.

Loras held Tommen in his arms. Tommen had his back to Loras's chest. The warmth coming from his body was comforting. Loras started kissing Tommen's ears and his cheek gently and the boy giggled in response. He turned around and looked into Loras's eyes before pushing in for a kiss. Loras eagerly kissed back. "My lonely prince," he said and Tommen grinned.

"My loyal knight," he said in response. There was something romantic to Loras about it. He was a knight from the tales and Tommen the prince in the castle waiting to be saved.

"I hope being married makes Joffrey less mean," Tommen said, seemingly out of nowhere. Loras held Tommen close to him as he talked. Their cocks rubbed together and Loras felt himself get hard just as Tommen did as well. "Your sister is as nice as you."

"Yeah, well, she can be," Loras said. He was rubbing his cock against Tommen's, trying to give the boy pleasure. "I don't think she'll help with your brother, though."

"Yeah. He told me that if I don't behave at the wedding, he'll lock me in the dungeon forever," Tommen said with a look of concern on his face. Loras wasn't actually sure whether Joffrey wouldn't do it.

"How can you stand his cruelty?" Loras asked. "I never grew up around anyone like that." His family had always been kind to him, the idea of having such a cruel older brother was disheartening, to say the least.

"I just... have to. I don't have a choice," Tommen sighed, leaning into Loras's chest.

"What if you did?" Loras asked. He did not know how to bring up the subject delicately, but he had been tasked with seeking Tommen's opinion.

"What do you mean?" Tommen asked, intrigued.

"How would you like to visit my home? Highgarden," Loras said gently. He watched for Tommen's reaction.

"Oh that sounds wonderful! But I doubt mother would approve," Tommen said with disappointment.

"True. It was merely a thought, nothing more," said Loras. He could not risk Tommen exposing the plan just yet. He would wait until the night of their departure. For now, Loras had to trust his grandmother's plan. Besides, he did not really think it would work anyway.

"I want to be with you, wherever you are," said Tommen and Loras ran his hand through Tommen's hair.

Loras couldn't promise anything, but he wished he could. He wished he could protect Tommen from his brother and mother and all the ugly things in the world. He wished he could run away with Tommen. For now, he had to settle with staying here in his bed. "I want to be with you too Tommen."

The two lovers relaxed in each other's arms. Loras reached down and grabbed both of their erections, stroking them together. Tommen scrunched up his face. It was really cute to Loras, a sign that he was feeling pleasure. Loras kept going, encouraging Tommen's body when finally they both came. Tommen moaned as his orgasm shook his whole body with pleasure. Loras's cum shot along Tommen's chest. Tommen put his hands on Loras's shoulders and clung to him as he rode out his intense orgasm. Being so young, pleasure was so much more powerful and it lasted for a bit longer than Loras's own orgasm.

When he finally came down, Tommen relaxed his body on the bed and breathed deeply. Sweat was on his forehead now and he looked up at Loras, smiling. Tommen pushed up into a passionate kiss and Loras moved his body on top of Tommen to better take advantage of the position. Their bodies pressed together and Loras's cum rubbed off on his own body. This was where Loras belonged. Loras may not have known exactly what his future held, but he knew for sure that he wanted Tommen to be part of it.

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"Tadashi... Fire!" Hiro shouted over the din of alarms going off on the main bridge. His brother obeyed the order, pressing the button. Green light filled the empty space between Hiro's ship and the enemy, ripping through their hull. The two large guns on the front of the ship were severed and started drifting away from the planet. Hiro saw the front of the ship melt under his own ship's phasers.

Hiro caught a glimpse of some angelic beings flying out from the rest of the hull. He smiled as his all boy bridge crew cheered. "Well done boys!" Hiro said enthusiastically. Every fleet admiral's crew were made up of only the most loyal of slaves, loyal only to him. There was often a threat that one of the admirals would try to take over the Empire, but the Emperor himself held the biggest fleet of all. Tadashi looked at Hiro and nodded as Hiro sat back down in his command chair. "Rarron is ours." Let's see if Loras can top that, he thought to himself, looking down at his new planet. First, though, he would have to initiate a ground assault, but Hiro did not think the natives would give much of a fight. The residents of this planet would soon bow to their new Master.
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"Evacuate the ship!" Loras cried out as the automatic fire suppressors kicked in. Tommen clung to him as he stood there on the bridge. The crew was made up of angels and volunteers from the worlds of Aslan's Confederation. There were several different alien speices all working together, but today many of them would die. A bulkhead fell right in front of Loras's command chair and he gave his command. "Everyone to the transporters!"

Loras and Tommen helped get everyone off the bridge and into the turbolifts just in time for the computer to kick in and warn them that the fire suppressors were no longer functional. Almost immediately a large fire started roaring between the different consoles. Loras and Tommen went last into the ship's fast elevator system. Alarms blared all around them as the turbolift blazed to life, shooting them further down into the heart of the ship. Loras glared at the wall, furious with himself for losing to Hiro. The Master himself had not even bothered to show up, he had sent his lackey. He had never thought much of Hiro during his time in the harem all those years ago, but now Loras felt like he had severely underestimated him.

The doors finally opened and Loras led his bridge crew off of the lift and towards the transporter room. The alarms still blared and mini-explosions rocked the ship. It was very clearly not long for this world. Their only hope of survival was to get down to the planet below, the rest of their fleet had been decimated.

Loras and Tommen orchestrated the evacuation of the other five bridge officers before themselves on the transporter pad, and then soon followed them. "Don't think this is over Hiro, I'll be back," Loras said to Tommen as they stepped onto the pad. The two boys held each other's hand and shared a kiss before the transporter shimmered around them. It was just in time, for in the midst of the transporter haze they managed to catch a glimpse of the transporter room blowing apart around them, their entire ship destroyed.

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Hiro had taken some time to identify the planet's most powerful countries and had invaded them first, spreading his forces across the planet and quashing what military resistance he could find. They were backwards and primitive. The natives only had machine guns, tanks, aircraft carriers, and bombers. It was nothing compared to the power of one of his soldier's phaser rifles. The planet was very quickly succumbing to Hiro's rule.

Uswad was one of the most powerful countries on the planet. The country regularly attacked and dominated its neighbors, taking resources just because it could. It was ruled by two dynasties of monarchs and aristocrats who very quickly fell in line when Hiro assaulted the monarch's main palace in Chiross. He now stood in the oppulant throne room, a crown perched upon his head. The monarchs were on their knees, as were their aristocrats. Hiro grinned at the fully grown adult aliens kneeling in front of what they could only perceive as a child. The Master had been right to entrust this mission to him. Soon he would rule the whole damn planet.

"Welcome, my dear Uswads, and to all you watching around the planet of Rarron, to the Infinite Empire," he said, looking down on them. Banners unfurled around him as he spoke, depicting the symbol that had been omnipresent throughout Hiro's very long life, the blazing black infinity symbol on the red backdrop. It shone over the crowd. Those rich assholes who were so used to dominating their neighbors now had to bow to a higher power. The event was being broadcast around the globe even as Hiro's boy troops were conquering the planet. Hiro wore a microphone on his ear that projected his voice around the world, the new voice of their Master. This would be a moment long remembered in this planet's history.

To Hiro's right stood his own brother, Tadashi. Hiro loved his brother with all his heart and he knew Tadashi felt the same. The older boy stood there with a phaser rifle, defending the new Master. To Hiro's left stood one of the two monarch's youngest son. Between them, the two monarchs had five sons, all of whom would be becoming Hiro's personal slaves. For now, however, this boy was part of the ceremony. The Master always publicly raped the highest ranking boy he could find when conquering a new planet and so Hiro imitated his Master now. The aliens were humanoid in shape, though some of their internal anatomy was different. Their primary difference was their two antennae that sprouted from their forehead.

The boy was young. He had straight, slicked back hair that was long enough to cover the tips of his ears. It framed his antennae beautifully. Hiro ran a hand through the boy's hair and stopped on his antennae, hearing the scared gasp from the boy as Hiro gently ran his hands over the organ. The boy wore a fine, richly colored, suit that showed his rank and privilege, all things that would be striped away from him now. Hiro put his hands around the boy's chest and pulled him close. The boy stood defiantly, trying to appear stoic in front of the crowd, and the planet, who all stared up at him.

Hiro knew that somewhere out there his Master was watching. He smiled. This is for you Master, he thought. Slowly, Hiro started to strip the boy, pulling off his elaborate jacket first. He followed this up by stripping the boy's shoes and then his shirt. The prince stood bare chested in front of the world, but that was not the end. Hiro pulled down his pants and finally his underwear, leaving the boy naked in front of the entire planet, indeed, in front of the entire Empire. The prince, Hiro did not even know his name, was trying to still look like a prince, despite his nudity, but Hiro could see the cracks in his armor, the fear and despair threatening to overwhelm the poor boy.

Running his hands over the boy's body, Hiro took a first look and feel for what was now his. This boy and all the other princes in this country were now his property. Hiro would savor them. He had had slaves of his own many times, of course, but it was always a pleasure to unwrap and rape a slave for the first time. Hiro thought back to the many times the Master had done the very same to him and grinned. He put a hand absent-mindedly to his collar that he still wore after all this time and looked into the bright lights and the cameras. "This boy will now suffer the fate of all your boys. All adolescent boys are now property of the empire. They will be rounded up and made into slaves and many will even be forced into the Empire's military. Boys are the universe's most precious resource and they will not be squandered."

The leaders looked up at Hiro and then looked to his sides at the scantily clad boy soldiers holding phaser rifles. If anyone tried anything, they would be vaporized where they stood. There was nothing the assembled crowd could do as Hiro began molesting the young prince that stood before him naked. There was nothing his followers or his royal father could do as Hiro grabbed the prince's cock and balls and squeezed. The prince tried to stay silent at the pain, only gritting his teeth, trying not to give his captor the satisfaction of a response.

Hiro continued, squeezing hard on the prince's balls, trying to get a response, but was not rewarded for his efforts. Instead, he decided to go ahead with the rape. Thankfully, one of Hiro's bridge crew knew magic and was able to use it to clean out his new slave's ass before use. Hiro sat on the throne and fished out his cock and balls, pulling the prince towards himself. "Sit," he ordered, and the prince did as he was told, knowing that his family would be hurt if he did not cooperate.

The prince lowered himself onto Hiro's cock. There was a gasp from the crowd as they saw one of their crown princes impaling himself. Hiro ran his hands along the boy's body, making sure to make a show of it for the cameras. This was an important moment, he wanted to make sure the Empire was impressed with him. "Now, fuck yourself," Hiro whispered to the prince. The microphone picked up every little bit of Hiro's moans of pleasure. The prince grunted at the order as he tried to keep himself from making any noise at the invasion.

Still, the prince did as he was told. He slowly started to push himself up and down on Hiro's cock. His stoicism was starting to slip and tears started to run down the prince's eyes. Hiro grinned when he started to hear the boy's cries of pain at the intrusion. The boy was fucking himself, giving himself pain. Hiro relished the power that he had. Hiro could make one of the most powerful boys on this planet rape himself on Hiro's own cock. It was intoxicating. Being one of the Master's privileged few never got old. He always wanted more.

The public rape continued, Hiro felt his cock twitching at the pleasure of dominating these people and this boy. This boy was only the symbol, but it was now his planet. His world. His people to do with as he saw fit. Thinking about what he would do with these people and their boys made him cum, hard, up the prince's ass. The prince twisted his face in disgust at the sudden warmth, though Hiro couldn't care less about the boy's feelings. He was a slave now, his feelings didn't matter.

When Hiro came, he let himself ride the high from his orgasm before pushing the prince off. The boy fell to the floor with a moan and Hiro put his feet on the boy's chest. His new slave looked up at Hiro with disgust and hatred in his eyes. The boy had said nothing this whole time and yet his eyes said everything. Hiro had not actually stripped for the rape and so put his cock back into his pants. He felt it was important to show his dominance by staying clothed.

Tadashi put a hand on his brother's shoulder and handed Hiro a collar he had been holding the whole time. It was Hiro's color and it symbolized the slaves that belonged to him. While Hiro had his own collar that showed his belonged to the Master, so too did his own slaves have collars that showed they belonged to him. He put it around the prince's neck where it automatically locked into place. The former prince tried to pull at it and felt around for a release for the lock, but there was none to be found. It was sealed. The boy was now Hiro's property.

"Long live Hiro!" came a shout from one of his own officers. It was echoed by another shout. "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!" The shouts were repeated as the monarchs and aristocrats in the room realized, very quickly, that if they did not repeat the shout, they would die. Indeed, some did die rather than declare their allegiance to Hiro. Hiro watched as the crowd either died or repeated the chant. Hiro was happy to see that the young former prince's family wisely decided to repeat the chant. Indeed, there were not very many people in the crowd who did not repeat the chant. Aristocrats were rarely known for doing something that went against their own self-preservation. The Empire won a victory here today over the forces of Aslan and Hiro knew the Emperor would reward him. He leaned back in the throne, feet still on his new slave, and smiled in triumph.

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Hiro stood on the platform, in front of the court. He held the leash attached to the collar on his new slave, who obediently stood behind Hiro. The boy folded when Hiro commanded him to move. He was still trying to be stoic, but it was clearly not working. He was on the verge of tears. The prince's two brothers as well as the two sons of the other king came to the throne when they were commanded.

As Hiro was standing there, something not altogether unexpected happened. One of the princes, the eldest prince and older brother of the naked boy on the leash screamed and ran at Hiro. "Fuck you! You will never own this planet! NEVER!" the boy tried to punch Hiro, but Hiro was too quick. He dodged out of the way and pulled out his own phaser. It was on a very low setting when he fired, causing the older prince to fall to the floor.

"Foolish slave," Hiro stood over the fallen boy. He was still conscious of what was going on, but could not move, all his muscles frozen except those needed to keep him alive. "I'll let you in on a little secret." Hiro knelt down where the older prince was lying on the floor, defenseless. Much of the court had surrounded him now and were watching. Hiro made sure to put on a show for them. He whispered, "I invented these things. I know how to make them even more painful. Your planet has fallen because of me and you will never get it back."

The eldest prince of the second king turned on Hiro and glared at him. "We know what you do to worlds you conquer. You mean to rape us just like him!" The boy pointed at the naked young prince on a leash behind Hiro.

"Indeed, I do," Hiro nodded. "And you will like it. Your lives are about to change for the better slaves. In fact, we'll start right now. Strip, all of you." Hiro knelt down and removed the oldest prince's clothes while the other boys did as they were told. The paralysis wouldn't expire for at least another twenty minutes.

"Good slaves. Now jerk yourselves off. I want to see cum." Hiro started rubbing the older prince's cock, loving his nice patch of pubic hair. As the other boys were rubbing themselves in front of the whole court, Hiro rubbed the older prince. He started to be able to move as Hiro was touching him and jerked away violently. Hiro held up the phaser again and the prince thought better of trying to attack him again, but he refused to jerk himself off so Hiro did it for him. The prince glared at his new Master and pushed Hiro off of him, but Hiro punched him hard in the gut. The court gasped yet again.

The older prince managed to shake it off and got the opportunity to tackle Hiro to the ground. He was trying to wrestle the phaser away from Hiro's hands. Hiro fought for his weapon, for his planet. Tadashi came to help him, but Hiro shook his head. "No! I have to do this myself." They flailed around on the ground for a bit, turning Hiro on. He fought dirty, punching at the older prince's balls every chance he got.

Eventually, Hiro's small figure helped him get the upper hand and maneuver around the older boy. He jumped on the prince's back and held him in a headlock, pulling back hard so as to choke him. Everyone watched, especially the slave princes. A lot was riding on this fight. The older prince pulled at Hiro's arms and was unable to pull him off. He started choking, gasping for air until he collapsed to the floor, not quite conconscious. As soon as Hiro let go, he gasped for air, breathing deeply with every breath. Hiro stepped on him, pressing down. "Are you ready to follow my orders or do you want to keep fighting?"

"Long live Rarron!" the older prince shouted, rewarding him with a swift kick to the face and balls, making him scream.

"I can see I have a long road ahead of me for this one..." Hiro grinned, thinking about the tortures he would subject this boy to.

The other boys had managed to get themselves hard enough to cum and they did. Hiro ordered them to cum on the older prince's face and soon the firstborn heir to half of the country of Uswad lay naked, defeated, and covered with the other princes' cum on worldwide broadcast.

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"Let me go!" screamed the older prince as he was dragged away from the throne room. He was not exactly adapting to his new situation. He was comical as the only rebel in that group. The other boys seemed to have cowered in fear to Hiro's display, but the older boy was still defiant. The aristocrats said very little, knowing that they would die should they try to speak up for the prince. Their lives were nowhere near as valuable as the young princes'.

Tadashi held the older prince in his grasp and Hiro walked alongside him. The other four princes came behind him, the youngest on his new leash. "We will have to make an example of him," Hiro said to Tadashi as they went.

"What will you do with him?" asked Hiro's brother, dragging the older boy forward.

"I'm going to fuck him. And then I'm going to display him for the entire world to see," Hiro grinned, watching the older boy. Defiance was written across his face. He spat at Hiro, who stepped back.

"You'll never take this planet! Never! Rarron will not fall to the likes of you!" the boy screamed. He flailed, trying to kick Tadashi's legs out from under him, punch him, scratch at his face, anything. Tadashi had had a lot of experience within the Master's Harem at dealing with defiant slaves and he held his grip firm.

They emerged at the front of the palace. Hiro's four naked slaves followed him while his fifth naked slave was being dragged forwards into the light of day. Cameras flashed and the crowd both cheered and screamed defiance at their new governor. Hiro's boy troops surrounded the courtyard, keeping the crowd in check. If anyone tried to stream forwards, they would be hit with phaser fire. One of those weapons could take out large sections of the crowd and nobody was terribly keen on getting hit with one of them.

A camera drone floated towards Hiro and Tadashi and the slaves. Hiro's troops had already built an entire wooden platform. Hiro could have done this in the throne room, but the propagandistic potential of raping the prince of one of the most powerful countries in front of its people was too great.

The older prince roared with anger as he was carried forwards and strapped down on his back. The boy's arms were tied down as well, pulled down towards the ground. The boy's legs were then lifted with rope into the air, leaving his ass nicely exposed for what was going to happen next. "Let go of me! Don't you fucking dare! I will kill you!" he shouted over and over, desperately trying to squirm away from the boy who was his new Master.

Hiro ran his hand down the boy's exposed body. His other four slaves knelt behind him, Tadashi keeping a close watch on them. Two of them were this older boy's younger brothers and they were openly weeping now. The camera drones zoomed in closely on their faces as they wept and on the older prince's naked body, lovingly getting every angle.

Hiro spoke into his headset microphone which broadcast to the speakers surrounding the palace and to the world. "People of Rarron! Your former prince defies his new Master and will be punished! Let it be known that your new governor is just. When you are obedient you will be rewarded by the Empire, but when you are defiant, justice will be swift, punishment severe."

With that, Hiro plunged his cock deeply into the older boy's ass. The boy screamed and the cameras floated close to his face, making sure to capture every moment of agony. He only continued to scream as Hiro pushed in and out of his victim. The boy could do nothing as he was brutly raped. The crowd grew silent as they watched the assault. Hiro kept going, thrusting harder and harder into his slave.

"Get out of me you monster! Get it out!" the former prince screamed and started cursing at Hiro, which only served to further turn him on. Hiro kept going, his cock throbbing inside of the boy. He had fucked MANY boys in his time and was well practiced. He knew, by now, exactly how to give pleasure to a boy he was fucking and aimed for that spot inside of him over nad over.

The prince was starting to grow hard from getting fucked and Hiro took advantage of this. The cameras hovered over the prince's cock, as well, making sure to show just how turned on he was. The prince swore at Hiro, but his protests became weaker as Hiro started stroking him off. Seeing their prince be so turned on by what was happening to him was sure to make the people of Rarron quick lose their defiance.

Suddenly, one of Hiro's new slaves screamed and ran at Hiro. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" It was one of the older boy's brothers. Tadashi ran at him, but he wasn't quick enough. The boy ran directly at Hiro... and ran face first into a personal force field. A small device on Hiro's belt flashed and the boy fell backwards. The force field shimmered before disappearing entirely, as if it had never existed. Hiro tapped it gently and muttered to himself, "Thanks Greyson." Tadashi stepped forwards and grabbed the boy, who unsuccessfully tried to bite Tadashi.

Hiro grinned as he kept fucking the older boy, who was now reduced to a gibbering pile of boy flesh. He was being stimulated hard by what was happening to him and yet he was still trying to act defiant. His screams of defiance, however, were quickly fading into moans of pleasure. "Please stop... Please!" he moaned. It was enough to make Hiro's cock throb inside his victim and shoot his load into the boy's ass. Hiro thrusted forwards and came hard, filling his new slave with his own cum.

The older boy moaned in pleasure when he too came, his own cum splashing onto his own body and joining with the cum of his fellow former princes. Hiro pulled himself out, letting his own cum spill out of the prince's hole. The cameras flashed over and over again as they took picture after picture of what had happened. A few people in the crowd screamed and tried to charge forwards, but phaser fire soon blasted them out of existence. Fear kept the rest of the people in line.

Before going back into the palace, though, Hiro's guards erected a metal cage above the center of the courtyard. They forced the older boy into the cage at phaser point. The cage hung from a tall pole, surrounded by a force field and cameras. If anyone were to try to rescue the former prince, Hiro's forces would know immediately. The once powerful prince would serve as a reminder of what happened to those who defied the Empire.

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The atmosphere in the room was tense. There were at least two hundred teenage boys all standing together in the throne room. The room smelled of boy sweat and fear. Despite the large number of naked bodies, the room was surprisingly large. It seemed to have a mind of its own, stretching and moving to fit its inhabitants. The end result was that each boy had a good amount of space between himself and his fellow slave.

The torches flikered on the stone walls while the blazing black infinity symbols on their blood red backgrounds shone above all the slaves. They felt larger than they had ever been, as if they were eyes watching over the slaves, watching and waiting for them to make a move to escape.

Above them all, towering over his prey sat the Master on his throne. To either side stood Anakin and Zuko. Both older boys were adorned with golden nipple clamps, a golden cock ring, and a little chain that connected the ring to the clamps. They also wore golden earings and a little golden circlet to denote their status as honor guards.

Sitting in the small throne beside the Master was Blaise. He had a crazed look on his face and held his wand as if eager to use it. He continuously scanned the crowd of slaves, ready for the Master to say the word. The Master's other collared slaves all stood near him as well: behind the throne, beside the platform, next to the guards. Theodore stood directly behind the throne, looking down at his Master.

"Bow down to your Master, slaves." Despite the large room, every single boy in the whole room could hear him with perfect clarity, as if he stood right next to them. The Master had placed Chad and his bullies directly in the front row and they all immediately dived down to the floor, trembling in fear. They knew what this man could do. Most got on the floor right away, bowing their heads all the way to the floor. There was a group, about a fourth of the slaves, who refused. They all stood together defiantly, challenging the Master's order. The Master had to have expected this. They would know pain soon enough.

The Master heard a couple of his collared slaves behind him giggle in reaction. He knew what they were feeling, they were excited to see these slaves tortured. So he gave them exactly what they wanted. Without hesitation, the Master held up his wand. All the boys who were standing started to scream at the top of their lungs. The pain was unlike anything they had ever felt before, their bodies writhed in agony as most of them fell to the floor anyway.

Most of them knelt, begging for forgiveness, but the Master had none. They were less than nothing. If they were one of the Master's chosen collared slaves, perhaps he would have shown them some mercy. But these were the uncollared masses of students from his own school. They would swiftly learn their place.

The agony lasted for at least five minutes. The screams, the sobs, the begging and pleading continued, filling up the room. Most of the collared boys were openly jerking their cocks while the rest of the uncollared didn't dare to move from their submissive positions. The infinity symbol on the banners seemed to grew bigger and bigger and bigger until it seemed it would swallow the slaves up. It would become all these slave boy bitches knew, service to the infinite.

The Master laughed, a deep gutteral laugh of satisfaction. Seeing such agony and suffering only turned him on more. His cock was rock hard as he watched all these boys, these former classmates of his, screaming, their bodies twitching in pain. He remembered being a school boy and imagining them in his posession, doing whatever he wanted with them. He remembered being here in the harem, using them, fulfilling those fantasies. They fully belonged to him now. They were nothing.

And then, it stopped. The boys were all on the floor now, some of their bodies were still twitching with the pain. They looked up with shear terror in their eyes. Fear made for a powerful motivator in the Harem. Those collarless slaves thinking of rebeling wouldn't think about it now.

With another few waves of his wand, the Master caused chains to appear from the floor, binding the rebellious slaves in place. There were more screams of fright as the chains pulled them down, keeping them from moving at all. They were completely vulnerable like this. The other collarless slaves looked on in horror at what was happening. They could do nothing to stop the horrible assault.

"You are nothing. The sooner you learn that, the better. You belong to this harem, but you are all worth less than the collared slaves. They are your betters and you will obey everything they command of you without question. If you do not, I will torture you for every little question or hesitation." He looked down on the bound and the kneeling slaves, an evil smile running across his face.

"As your first lesson, my collared slaves will use you however they see fit. If you refuse or hesitate for any amount of time, you will be punished."

"But...." one of the collarless slaves murmered and the Master was swift. He used his wand to deliver a few moments of intense electrical bursts. The boy collapsed to the floor and screamed in agony. It wasn't as much as the initially defiant boys, but it was incredibly painful.

"Would anyone else like to say something?" the Master held up his wand and looked over the crowd. No one dared breathe a word or make a sound. The Master nodded. "Good. Now my boys, go and have your fun with them."

The collared slaves all stepped out from behind their Master. They walked among the crowd of trembling, naked boys and looked for ones that they found particularly attractive. Hiro was the first to pick one. He grabbed one of the boys by the arm and hauled him to his feet. The boy looked down to the floor and cried. Hiro didn't care. He grabbed hold of the boy's balls and started squeezing, pulling him forwards. The boy moaned in pain as Hiro hurt him. Hiro pulled the boy along by his balls, walking him forwards as the other boys were starting to find their own slaves.

Several of the collared slaves were talking multiple boys. They were picking out their favorites now, laying claim to them. The collared slaves eyed each other up as they chose out their own personal slaves. Edmund and Sokka glared at each other as they went for the same boy, only Edmund was faster, pulling him up by his long blonde hair first before Sokka got to him.

The Master knew what was going to happen, indeed he was counting on it. His chosen slaves would get posessive about these boys and get terribly jealous if any other boys decided to use their hand picked slaves. He grinned as he thought about them fighting each other over who would get to use who. He was sure that the uncollared slaves would become currency amongst his boys.

The defiant slaves trembled as they were bound to the floor, unable to move. None of them were feeling particularly defiant in that moment as the collared slaves started coming over to them and fucking them raw. There were multiple rapes happening at once. Here Jet was fucking a teen boy about his own age, there Peter Pan was fucking another boy that looked similar to himself. Anakin used the force on one boy to push him onto his own cock without touching him.

After the collared had picked out their own little harems, the orgy started in full. Each of the slaves' chosen slaves were forced to start servicing their new, true, Master. Of course, Theodore was surrounded by his old bullies and classmates, but he had a few other boys too. Mark and Peyton stayed together as they picked their own slaves. They each had multiple boys rubbing their hands on them, servicing their cocks, even as they were making out with each other.

Toph and Zuko were taking turns absolutely obliterating their slaves. Toph pushed rocks up from under the floor and hit his slaves, knocking them up into the air. Zuko would then hit them with fireballs as they fell, rewarding them both with intense fear and panic and screams as the slaves fell to the floor. If that had happened to them in their own world, they absolutely would have been dead. But here in the harem, they were cursed with eternal life, unable to die at the hands of the horrific, sadistic abuse that they suffered. As soon as the slave fell back to the floor, Toph and Zuko would each take one end of the slave and start fucking him, Toph in his ass and Zuko in his mouth, and then they'd switch on the next one. They repeated it over and over again with their chosen slaves, laughing the whole time.

The two Blaises held their wands in the air, floating two slaves in front of them. Tentacles appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around the slaves, and began fucking the two slave boys in the air. Their bodies were constricted tightly together until one connected tentacle was fucking both of their asses. They moaned in pain at the intense intrusion. The tentacles slowly started to speed up and another tentacle entered their mouths, fucking the boys hard and fast front both ends. Blaise made out with his husband as they watched the boys get brutally raped by the tentacles.

Albus and Scorpius were doing something similar with their own magic. They had used magic to chain their own slaves to the wall. A whole row of seven slaves sat side by side against the wall, their arms above their heads. Albus and Scorpius gave each other a look before they went to each side of the row. They used their magic to summon milking machines in front of the slaves. The milkers started sucking on the slaves' cocks over and over and Albus and Scorpius made them go harder and faster until they were aggressively milking the boys' cocks. The boys all moaned and curled their toes as they came, only the milkers kept going, eliciting moans of pain and begging for it to stop. Albus laughed and used his wand again to summon dildos which began to fuck the boys in the ass, making them moan in pain even harder. The distressed boys writhed in their bonds, trying desperately to get away from the milking, but it was no use. The two lovers embraced each other and made out as they watched.

The Master stood in front of the throne and watched the proceedings. He couldn't have been more proud of the violence and rape that was taking place in front of him. The screams were music to his ears. As he watched, he saw one of his collared slaves in particular try to stop the two Blaises from torturing a boy with their magical tentacles. It was Aang. Of course. Of all his slaves, the Master was always most suspect of Aang. It had been so difficult to capture him in the first place and now here he was trying to be a do gooder again. The Master had to beat that out of him. Keitaro seemed to recognize the fire in the Master's eye as he was trying to talk Aang out of fighting with Blaise, but Aaing wouldn't stop. So the Master intervened.

Blaise was doing an admirable job of holding off the Avatar, but Aang could not fight the Master. He tried, but as soon as he turned a gust of wind against the Master, it died out and the collar around Aang's neck started brutally shocking him. Aang collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain. The Master laughed. "You forget your place slave. You may do what you will with these collarless wretches, but you still belong to me."

Aang looked up with fear at his Master, desperately trying to push through the pain of the electric shocks. He knew what was coming and was trying to get up to avoid it, but he could barely move from the pain. The Master grabbed Aang and picked him up off the ground, easily carrying the light young airbender. He ran his hands along Aang's naked body and laughed. The Master never got tired of his young catch. Aang had been the hardest to catch out of all the boys and now that chase was paying off. The young boy had grown some hair on his head as well as some pubic hairs before the Master caught him, and he enjoyed running his hands through Aang's soft hair as well as his little cock and balls.

"No, this is wrong," Aang said as he struggled. "I know I'm supposed to enjoy this, but this is wrong!" Keitaro just shook his head in shame. He couldn't do anything to stop what the Master was about to do either.

In a way, the Master preferred Aang to be like this. Breaking the slaves was always insanely fun. Aang had been and continued to be a great challenge. So the Master sat on his throne and forcibly pushed Aang down on his own erection. Aang's eyes went wide and he gasped at the rape. Like all slaves, Aang's ass felt just as tight as if he'd never been raped, and it was just as painful. The young boy grunted in pain at the intrusion, something that he'd felt many times before, but it was still painful. The Master didn't give Aang any time to adjust, though. He pushed himself in as far as he could and immediately started fucking Aang as hard and fast as he could. The boy squinted his eyes and moaned in pain at the suddenness of it all. His body had a hard time adjusting to his Master's cock.

Aang just closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain. Keitaro held his hand and looked at Aang for support. Aang looked back and smiled. Blaise had long since resumed torturing his slaves, though he laughed and cheered when he saw Aang getting brutally raped. "Yeah Master! Fuck that bitch!" he yelled, laughing as he went in for another kiss with Blaise.

The Master ran a hand along Aang's chest and roughly twisted the boy's nipples, causing him to hiss. Everywhere the Master touched, there was a little burst of pain, as if Aang had been shocked in that spot. It made for an intense and not at all pleasurable fuck, but the Master made him cum anyway. The Master's cock was virtually guaranteed to make a slave cum, or to make him go insane with lust if his cock was caged. So Aang came hard on the floor as the Master came inside of him.

Only the Master didn't pull Aang off of him as the young boy had expected and hoped would happen. No, the Master kept going. He was using magic to keep himself ready and virile. The Master could feel the lust coursing through him and loved it. Aang was his and he would enjoy what he had worked so hard to achieve. So he kept going, fucking into Aang over and over again.

The Master milked a second orgasm out of himself, and then a third and a fourth. He kept going for hours, watching the orgy of violence and rape in front of him while inflicting the same thing on Aang. Aang did not get a break the entire time of the orgy, he was fucked over and over, not even getting a chance to get off of the Master's cock.

The orgy continued for hours, which turned into days, which turned into weeks. It was about a month before it finally concluded. The Master made sure to keep a never ending supply of stamina for his boys as they kept going. This was only the beginning, though, of course. The Master thrusted into Aang one more time before finally... FINALLY dumping him to the floor at the end of the month. Keitaro had long since gone to abuse his own collarless slaves. The Master put a foot down on Aang's throat, pressing down hard, choking Aang, who desperately tried to push the Master's foot off of him. The Master looked out over the group and couldn't have felt more proud of these boys. They were truly destined for greatness. He had seen it. This was the beginning of the great empire that he was destined to build. And these slaves would help him do it.

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Rarron fell relatively quickly. Once the strongest countries fell there was very little standing in the way of Hiro's all out assault. In every bit of territory that Hiro's troops conquered, all boys were rounded up and turned into sex slaves immediately. There were many natives who were immediately on board with this policy, but just as many tried to fight it. They died to phaser fire in front of the frightened new sex slaves, vaporized before they even hit the ground.

The planet of Rarron was well known for its culture. Music, films, novels, and games formed their primary export. It was why Hiro had been sent to conquer the planet in the first place. The Empire needed art in its life. Sure, it would not help them conquer planets and enslave boys, but conquerers get bored too, especially ones as long lived as the Emperor's personal harem of slaves.

Artists were allowed to keep working. Indeed, the Empire supported them by proving food and shelter to everyone on the planet who wanted it. The Empire supported its population well. They only had to allow their boys to be enslaved, but could fuck them anytime that they wanted. Quite a few of the artists were quite fine with this trade. A large portion of them even took slaves for themselves. The planet's art started to become more sexual, more provocative. Boy slaves became an inspiration for the artists. It was not uncommon, in the years that followed, for movies to be produced using slaves who would regularly get tortured or raped repeatedly as part of the film's story.

Hiro moaned as his slave expertly sucked his cock. They were watching one such movie now, a young slave boy was getting brutally fucked from both ends and had dicks in each of his hands. The fact that he was almost certainly NOT there willingly only served to turn Hiro on more.

The former prince had been getting better over the years and Hiro was certainly benefiting from it. All five of his former princeling slaves knelt naked in front of him wearing their collars. Hiro tugged on the leashes he held in hand for all five of them. They came closer, their bodies huddling together in front of their Master. Hiro had made them utterly dependent on him. They were completely loyal after having been beaten and raped into submission over and over again. Indeed, Hiro knew that his slaves would often become jealous of whoever got to suck his cock.

The youngest slave, the first to be raped on that first day of occupation, continued. Hiro had named him Finn. The boy had a name that was unprounceable by human standards, so it was just easier to rename his slaves. Finn, Jasper, Zared, Jace, and Matias, the eldest who had attacked him on that first day. Matias was licking Hiro's balls while his brother, Finn sucked Hiro's cock. They, like Hiro, had become ageless with the introduction of the empire. All boys were frozen in time as they were, eternal adolescent sex slaves for the empire's pleasure.

With a moan, Hiro came into his slave's mouth. Finn smiled greedily and looked up at his Master. The other slaves tried to push in to get a taste of Hiro's cum, but Finn kept them off, pushing them back when they tried. Hiro nodded approvingly at the youngest slave. Finn was doing quite well. He had come a long way from frightened little slave boy to the alpha slave of Hiro's harem.

It was then that Tadashi came into Hiro's bedroom, looking down at the slaves. All but Finn eagerly went to Tadashi, hoping they could milk his cock after Hiro had already cum. Tadashi sat down beside his brother and pulled down his pants, letting the slaves get to it.

"Hiro, I'm afraid I have some news that you're not going to like," Tadashi said. He put a hand around his brother's shoulder and moaned as Zared deep throated him at that moment, giving him a jolt of pleasure. "It seems that Loras is not dead."

Hiro kicked Finn off of him. "What the fuck do you mean that Loras is not dead? We blew his ship out of the sky Tadashi! You fired the weapons." He kept kicking Finn repeatedly, blow after blow from his bare foot into Finn's chest, stomach, cock and balls, legs, even his face was not exempt from the damage. By the time he was done, Finn had several bruises. He had covered his face with his hands in an attempt to avoid the worst of the damage.

Still, Finn was well trained. When Hiro finally stopped for a moment, Finn managed a weak "Thank you Master." It made Hiro even more horny to hear his slave say that to him that he kept going, kicking the boy even more. He wished he had some of the more painful torture equippment with him in his room, but he had some. He took a large whip and put all his strength into hitting the boy trying to shield himself on the floor. Over and over again he landed hard blow after hard blow, each landing with a crack.

"It seems," Tadashi continued as Hiro whipped his slave, "that he survived. We have to assume it was the transporter systems. If that was the case, we wouldn't have been able to detect it because of the interference from the ship's imminant destruction. He is most assuredly alve." Tadashi's cock spasmed inside of Zared's throat. Jace pushed at Zared and finally settled for crawling into Tadashi's lap and making out with him.

"How did you find this out?" Hiro said, pushing his foot down on his victim, crushing Finn's body.

"That is the worst part," Tadashi said, worry in his words. He pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to Hiro. Hiro took one look at the paper and glared before raining whip blows down on not just Finn, but all the slaves as well.

"Tadashi, take these slaves to the dungeon. We're getting serious tonight." Hiro looked down at Finn's trembling and broken body and frowned.

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The city of Chiross, the capital of the Imperial occupied Rarron, started to come alive at night. As the sun set, lights flooded the streets. Civlians walked about freely, going from nightclub to bar to strip club where they could see young boy slaves dancing on stage, and then fuck them after the show. Where there used to be petrol fueled cars there were now flying cars above the city streets. The Empire had brought with it technology that the natives had never had.

A man in a dark cloak walked down the street just as it started to rain. He passed under a large neon sign that showed the outline of a boy getting fucked in front of a bar. Several people were walking into and out of the building, but the man in the cloak kept going.

For many, Rarron had turned into a utopia, but not for the man who walked past the large opera house. The man had little doubt that the opera being performaned involved a young boy's high pitched screams as he was tortured on stage by the singers. He kept going, trying to keep a low profile, avoiding every little glance or look in his direction.

The man ducked down a small alleyway and kept going, the rain coming down hard now on his hood. He looked behind him quickly. Satisfied that nobody was around, the man touched a hidden panel on the wall which caused a small hole to appear in the side of the building. He turned himself sideways and shimmied in. The panel closed behind him as he made his way through the dark passageway. He took a few moments to breath. The passageway widened until he was able to walk forwards into what looked like a small cave. The man stepped forwards into the cave with a flashlight in hand.

After several more minutes of walking, he came to a door on the side of a wall. It required a passcode, which the man had memorized long ago when this place had first been built. Entering the passcode, the man stepped through the now open door to a brightly lit grey, metalic room with about a dozen people.

A transporter shimmered to the left of him as another six people appeared in the room from the other side of the planet. The people turned towards the door to see their new arrival. The man threw back his cloack revealing the long curly hair and youthful face of Loras Tyrell.

Immediately, a boy in the room ran forwards and threw his arms around Loras, greeting him with a kiss. "How was the mission?" Tommen asked his lover. "I was worried."

Loras ran his hand through Tommen's hair and smiled. He had led a team to blow up a barracksand armory in the city filled with Hiro's personal boy shock troops. It had worked, the building had blown up. Despite the damage, the boys inside would still remain alive, their bodies naturally healing and regrowing any blown off parts. However, the weapons were destroyed, setting the Empire's troops back. Without their phasers, Loras's local resistance could fight the boys on a more even footing.

"It was fantastic. We destroyed about five hundred phasers in that building alone." He grinned and Tommen gasped, pushing in to kiss him again. For years Loras and Tommen had been leading this underground resistance. They had never done something as monumentally successful as this. This was a huge win for their cause.

The leaders of the resistance had gathered tonight from around the world. They had been divided up into different cells and only the heads of those cells knew where the other cells were or even who were leading those other cells. Loras and Tommen were not the only ones of Aslan's forces to have escaped to the planet. There were a few other aliens from around Aslan's Confederation. Most of the leaders, though, were the natives. The humanoid species that had antennae. They all stood around a large, round table that a projection mapping out the imperial mansion, formerly the palace of the monarchs of Uswad, where Hiro lived as governor.

"We have to take the fight to him," said one of the natives. She had green skin and dark blue eyes. Her antennae twitched as he spoke. The woman's name was a series of clicks and whistles. Loras could not have repeated it if he tried. "We must force the Empire out of our city and off of our planet." She was talking about seizing the city. The resistance had tried that before: seizing control of another major metropolis, Patenya, on the southern continent, but Hiro's troops had been too powerful and that resistance cell had been forced to flee the city.

Loras found he couldn't resist the idea, though. "We have the advantage now, we must press it!" Tommen looked up at him and Loras found passion in his words. Now was the time. The destruction of so many weapons was huge.

"I agree," said a cat-like alien, Se'ti, one of the captains in Loras's fleet before it had been destroyed. "If we can seize the palace, perhaps we can contact the Confederation and they can intervene."

"Not likely," said another voice, though this one didn't come from the table. Loras turned around and there stood Hiro himself with his brother Tadashi next to him.

A lump formed in his throat as he screamed, "GET DOWN!" He tackled Tommen to the floor moments before a, no doubt, deadly phaser beam hit Tommen in the head. It took a few moments for the rebels to respond and in that time, Hiro's troops had managed to vaporize one blue skinned native leader. He screamed horribly as he was disintigrated. The rest of the leaders fled, following their protocal to get back to their own cells if something like this were to happen.

Phaser fire soon echoed through the air as the rebels returned fire, shooting down several of Hiro's troops. They were not able to die, but they were able to be stunned. It took Loras and Tommen several moments to figure out what was happening, but they stayed down.

"Loras!" Hiro called, stepping forwards amidst the weapons fire. "We found your little spy Loras!" Hiro kept stepping towards the table, despite the phasers shooting directly at him now. His own personal shield protected him. "Enough of this," Hiro growled. Tapping a few buttons on his belt, a massive phaser beam appeared, sweeping through the whole room and vaporizing several of the rebel guards. Fortunately, the other leaders had already managed to escape.

The phaser fire stopped as the beam had knocked unconscious Hiro's own soldiers. Loras looked up above the table and there was Hiro with his weapon trained directly on Loras. Below him, Hiro had someone Loras recognized quite well. The oldest prince, the one Hiro called Matias, was bound and gagged at Hiro's feet.

"Why don't you just shoot me?" Loras asked, hatred on his face. He gently nudged Tommen with his foot and the boy took the hint, crawling behind Loras, quickly moving from pillar to pillar. He was trying to get around behind Hiro, to knock him unconscious.

"Believe me, I would like nothing more. But, the Emperor will reward me quite handsomely for the return of one of his chosen." Hiro suddenly fired directly in front of where Tommen had been crawling and Tommen suddenly jumped down to the floor, trying to avoid the shot. "Two of his chosen," Hiro said, eyeing Tommen.

Out of desperation, the young prince on the floor tried to struggle against his bonds. He managed to kick Hiro's leg out from under him, causing him to collapse to the floor. Tommen lunged at Hiro while Loras turned around and fired at the transporters, making sure that Hiro wouldn't learn where the resistance leaders went.

Hiro was caught off guard by the sudden attack and jumped up as quickly as he could. He saw Tommen a second before the other boy managed to hit him and pressed another button on his belt. A pulse came from it that pushed Tommen backwards and was so powerful that it pushed Loras back as well, sending him tumbling to the ground. His slave on the floor groaned in pain as he was pushed away.

Loras took the opportunity to fire on Hiro, whose shield absorbed the energy even when Loras turned the weapon to its most powerful setting. Hiro was set off balance by the sheer force of the weapon, it pushed him back. "Go Tommen! Go now!" Even now, Hiro's guards were starting to come to. So Tommen fled into the night, not daring to look back when Hiro's troops all fired on Loras. He didn't see Loras fall to the ground, nor did he see Loras being bound and gagged, captured once again by the Empire.

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Side by side, Matias and Loras were chained up, naked in Hiro's dungeon under the former imperial palace. They hung by their arms and were covered in sweat from the torture. There were screams coming from all around them as they heard various boys being tortured, just for fun. Hiro and Tadashi violently whipped the two of them and took turns, going back and forth between them. They were both hard and both jerking their cocks occasionally as they worked, even taking the time to make out a few times.

Loras and Matias screamed quite loudly. It had been a long time since Loras had been subjected to this kind of cruelty. He shook his head. It was just like being back with the Master and he couldn't abide by that. Not anymore. The Master's cruelty had to be destroyed. He screamed as Hiro hit him on the balls, triggering waves of pain across his whole body.

The two slaves were also hooked up to electrodes that delivered occasional, random electric shocks. They both screamed when the shocks came, coursing through their body and making them twitch uncontrollably. The whipping and the electric shocks made for an incredibly painful combination that Hiro couldn't help but enjoy.

Finally, Hiro stopped and turned the electric shocks off. He stepped in front of Matias and gently lifted the boy's head. "Matias, I'm surprised at you. You would betray your Master? You know I am your only salvation."

The boy's antennae drooped as he looked up at Hiro. His eyes were glazed over and he could barely talk with his raspy voice. "Please Master, I'm so sorry Master... I don't know what I was thinking. Please..."

Hiro pulled Matias's head up by his hair and the boy gasped when his collar was exposed. He grinned and ran a hand down Matias's body. "I am a merciful Master. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank you Master! Thank you! I love you Master!" Matias cried out, tears rushing to his eyes. He sounded genuinely distraught. The torture had been intense. "I never want to leave you Master!"

"You would be a fool if you did. What would you do without me my beautiful slave?" Hiro moved in for a kiss. He kept running his hands along Matias's body and squeezed his balls roughly. "Though, you must still be punished for what you've done."

Matias's eyes widened at what his Master said and he started to panic. He shook his head even as Hiro was running his hand through his hair. "No Master, please! I'm a good slave for you!"

Hiro grinned as he pushed in to kiss his slave again. Seeing him so desperate was a real turn on to the boy. "Unfortunately, Matias, you have been bad. You sided with the enemy. How could do that? How could you hurt your Master like that? I thought you loved me."

The slave nodded his head vigerously, seizing on the words and not letting go. "I do! I do love you, Master!"

"Then why would you side with your Master's enemies? That's not love," Hiro squeezed Matias's balls again and grabbed hold of the boy's antennae, twisting them roughly in his hand. The boy screamed at the intense pain from both actions. When Hiro let go, Matias was able to concentrate and talk again.

The slave panted from the sudden burst of pain, and tried to keep himself together. "You're right Master. I'm sorry! I do need to be punished. Let me prove my love for you!"

With that, Hiro turned the electric shocks back on, turning them way up until Matias's whole body was violently shaking from the electricity. He watched the boy's eyes roll into the back of his head before he stopped the electric shocks, letting Matias hang there, desperately trying to recover from the pain.

"You're pathetic," said another voice. Hiro looked at Loras, who started laughing even with the pain. "You're still stuck in that harem." Hiro turned the electric shocks back on for Loras and he grunted, seizing up as his body shivered with the pain. When it stopped, Loras panted, desperately trying to get some air. "I remember you. Hiro. Always following along at the Master's tail. Always doing what you were told like a good little doggy." Loras laughed again even when Hiro started again with the whip, hitting him over and over. "Even when he hurt you." Loras tried to supress a scream as Hiro kept hitting him, but it came out anyway.

Hiro let Matias start to recover from the shocks as he took his agression out on Loras. The older boy was right, of course, but that didn't mean that Hiro would give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He wished he had captured Tommen too. The Emperor would be so pleased if he had presented them as a set as gifts.

"You're still doing his dirty work. You're just a loyal little dog aren't you?" He laughed hysterically now, his mind seemingly going mad from the pain. "Woof! Woof!" he made mocking barking sounds and kept laughing.

Hiro kept going, hitting him over and over. The electricity started up again. Loras grunted in pain and his eyes went wide as his body shook. He didn't know if it would be possible to break Loras's spirit on his own. Somehow it seemed doubtful, Loras was resistant. He was going to have to arrange plans to ship Loras off world and present his captive to the Emperor. Hiro's own Master would be so pleased with the gift. For now, however, he would enjoy torturing Loras as much as he could. He had plenty of time.

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Hiro was currently balls deep in Loras, his cock throbbing as he raped the former slave. Loras screamed and thrashed in his bonds, but it was no use. He was chained in a rather vulnerable position. Loras was lying on his back on a flat table. His arms were chained to the sides of the table and his legs were held up by chains from the ceiling, leaving his ass nice and easily accessible for fucking.

Hiro moaned as he thrusted into Loras. "You evil bastard!" Loras screamed as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. He had not been violently raped like this in an extremely long time. He had long since gotten used to not being fucked all the time. So it hurt like hell. "Let me go!" he screamed, which only made Hiro laugh.

"You really thought you could escape didn't you? You thought you'd never be a part of the Harem again?" Hiro grabbed Loras's well developed balls and squeezed hard. "Nobody escapes the Harem!" He thrusted hard into Loras's ass and came right then. Hiro punched Loras's balls hard and moaned, his body awash with pleasure.

It was only a few moments later when Tadashi came into the room, eyes wide. "They're here!"

Hiro stood up, frowning. "Who's here?"

"The rebels!" Tadashi said frantically. The fact that they were here was concerning. There were so many automated defense systems at the front of the palace. They should be dead just trying to come in here. Indeed, just as Hiro stood up, he started to hear phaser fire coming from outside the door.

Loras laughed hysterically. "You're done for Hiro! Your Master is going to be pissed at you now!"

Hiro looked at Loras with annoyance. How could they have gotten in here? How? It was a question that Hiro wrestled with. It couldn't be Matias could it? Hiro and Tadashi both ran for the door and looked out, having to step back just in time for a phaser bolt to shoot past their heads. The two boy guards were on the floor already, stunned. They had to have been hit by a powerful blast to be knocked out like that.

"Hiro to any team leader, what's our status. How the hell did they get past you?" Hiro angrily said into his communicator.

About half a dozen voices responded, but there was garbled transmissions from the phasers going off in the background. "They've pinned us down sir!" or "They're advancing on our position!" or "There's more of them than we could have imagined!"

Hiro swore at Tadashi while Loras continued to laugh behind him. "You..." Hiro said, stalking over to where Loras was chained down. He stood over Loras and punched him hard. "What did you do!?"

"You really are an idiot, you know that?" Loras laughed even as Hiro was angrily punching him in the face and stomach over and over. He only kept laughing as Hiro demanded to know what had happened. He cursed the fact that Loras couldn't die. Grabbing his own belt full of Greyson's applications, he scanned Loras's body. Of course. There was some sort of sub-dermal implant. It was giving out some sort of pulse.

"What the fuck is this?" Hiro yelled as he punched the area where the scanner said it was. He used an electromagnetic pulse to shut down the implant, but the damage, it seemed, had been done. Whatever Loras had done had made the rebels stronger.

"You think I'm telling you?" Loras laughed and Hiro angrily went back to the door. It was clear he couldn't get anything out of his prisoner.

"All loyal soldiers of the empire report to me immediately in my bedchamber. This is not a drill. Protect me at all costs!" Immediately soldiers started to come through the hallway, but they were pinned down. Hiro had to help them. He put on his own belt and stepped through the door.

Immediately Hiro was hit with a blast of phaser fire, but the shield absorbed it. He kept going, pushing through the rebel fire and using a blast from his belt to kill several of the rebels at once. The phaser fire stopped and Hiro was able to keep going, assembling several boy soldiers while he was at it. Unfortunately, between the shield and the blast, he had used up a lot of power. It had never been intended to be used in a large scale assault like this. It was meant more for punishment, horny and otherwise. Now he had to repurpose his own work.

The boy soldiers all wore the traditional uniform of the Empire: a few strips of fabric over their chests and soldiers connected to a small bit of fabric that covered their genitals as well as boots to keep them on their feet in combat.

Hiro looked over the pretty boys in front of him. They all held a phaser in one hand. The phaser fire from outside of Hiro's bedroom had seemed to cease at least for now. But the fight was far from over, for just as Hiro was organizing his soldiers, more phaser fire came. Hiro and Tadashi dove for cover. The soldiers maanged to shoot a few of the rebels even though a few of them kept firing. The fire fight did not last for much longer as Hiro concentrated short bursts from Greyson's belt. The replica computer from the Harem had been incredibly useful in developing Hiro's technology. He was still relying on it all these years later.

"We need to link up with the other teams and take back the palace," Hiro announced and he led his team to do just that. There were two team leaders with him and they dutifully followed his orders. They fanned out, still in communication with each other as they managed to clear room after room. The big problem came when they finally reached the slave's quarters. They weren't there.

"Attention all teams, find those fucking prince slaves right now. The last thing we need is for them to escape," Hiro screamed into his communicator. Just as he said it, another communication came in. The leader of the guards he had assigned to guard Loras was yelling.

"We're pinned down here! We're losing our soldiers. When they stun us, they're capturing us and taking us to a holding cell surrounded by forcefields, they know we can't die!" The leader yelled as a phaser bolt screamed towards him.

"Are you there?" Hiro said into the communicator. "Answer me!"

Nothing. Hiro looked to Tadashi with worry on his face for the first time in a long time. "We need to go back. We can't let Loras escape."

So they did. They made their way back to the bedroom. Just as they reached it, though, Loras and Tommen both came out of nowhere. They held a phaser to Hiro and Tadashi's heads. "That's about enough of that. I know you can't die, like us, but you can at least experience a painful shock as you're knocked unconscious." It was Tommen's voice. And Tommen and Loras weren't alone. They were accompanied by several other rebels and the five prince slaves. All with phaser rifles in hand.

"I will never love you... 'Master,'" said Matias, hatred in his eyes. He spat on the floor in front of Hiro's feet.

"You would turn on me Finn?" Hiro looked at the youngest Prince, kept just as youthful as he had been on that very first day, only now with a fire that Hiro had never seen in him.

The boy stepped forwards and trained the rifle at Hiro. "My name isn't Finn." He shot Hiro's leg, which made him gasp out in pain. He said his name, a series of clicks and sounds that Hiro could not pronounce. It made little difference, however, as Hiro fell forwards onto the floor. The last thing he saw before going unconscious was Loras's foot kicking him squarely in the face.

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Epilogue

It was dark. On the Harem ship it was always difficult to tell whether it was day or night. The slaves usually just slept when they were tired, which did not always correspond to each other's sleep schedules. Hiro was getting tired now and had turned the lighting down in his artificial room. It looked just like the room Hiro remembered in San Fransokyo, but he knew he wasn't really there.

The boy sat at his desk and was currently tinkering with something. Another boy stood beside him. This one was blonde with long hair and had a very artificial quality to him. He moved with much more static and purposeful movements than a normal person, as if to copy the mannerisms of a person.

Hiro ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at the device on the table. "I know you can do more Greyson, I just know it..."

"I am programmed for many different needs," said Greyson, the blonde boy beside him. Hiro had been able to exploit the ship's computer before for his own ends, but he thought there must be even more he could do.

"If I could only channel your abilities, I feel certain I could use you as a weapon," Hiro said to himself. He ran his hand along the belt on the table. "Or even... a shield." Without hesitation, Hiro put the belt around his waist and stood up.

"Hit me with a phaser blast, Greyson, I want to try something," Hiro said with excitement. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the belt.

Greyson did not say anything, but simply did as it was told, holding up its hand and shooting Hiro. Hiro gasped as he was hit, pushed backwards into the wall, making a hole.

Hiro cried out in triumph. "Aww yeah! It worked!" He had a lot of work to do to make himself completely impervious to attack, but Hiro was off to a promising start. It would be a long night. Greyson would be the key to his rising in the Harem. Hiro's technology would make him the alpha slave. These were the thoughts that kept Hiro going, working well into the night on the promise of true power.

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"Trust me dude, she's going to love it!" exclaimed Scorpius's best friend, Albus. The two were standing together on the Quidditch pitch, at night when they definitely were not supposed to be there. Scorpius held his broom in hand, some amount of doubt on his face. He was not really sure if Albus's plan would work, but he felt it might be worth a try.

"She's going to bloody love it Scorp," Albus said again, immediately sensing his lingering doubt. Scorpius smiled, even as butterflies ran through his stomach.

"If you say so Al," Scorpius said, holding his broom steady. He had been good with the broom, it was just a question of whether Albus could do his part.

"If you're so unsure, let's practice," said Albus, perking up. He grinned. "You be you and I'll be Rose. It'll be good for a laugh."

Scorpius nodded and jumped into the air immediately, broom between his legs. Albus soon followed on his own broom. They circled each other for a few moments, laughing, before Scorpius figured he should probably get serious. He cleared his throat and hovered in front of Albus. Looking into his best friend's eyes, Scorpius suddenly felt nervous for some reason. He shouldn't feel nervous, not yet. He had to save it for the girl, at least.

"Uhh..." Scorpius cleared his throat again and Albus raised an eyebrow, looking at him expectantly.

"No hesitation, remember! We talked about this!" Albus exclaimed and Scorpius nodded, trying to remember what he was going to say. He had had trouble with social situations ever since starting at Hogwarts. Being the son of a Malfoy, the family that sided with Voldemort made him something of an outcast while Albus, the son of the famous Harry Potter, was very popular. It always took him a few moments more than Albus to warm up to these sorts of things.

"Right," Scorpius said, and started again, trying to feel the confidence building in his chest. "Rose, will you go out with me?"

"Oh Scorpius, you handsome fucker," Albus said in a mock high pitched voice, "kiss me now, I need you so bad, take me in the air!" Albus laughed and Scorpius moaned, flying towards Albus and punching him hard in the arm. "Oh you nasty brute," Albus continued to talk in his mock girl's voice, "hit me again!" Scorpius was only too happy to oblige, hitting Albus in the gut. Albus punched back and they spent the rest of the night in mock aerial combat, giggling at their defiance of the rules.

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They had practiced a few times after that and Scorpius was getting better, though Albus still had his doubts. His best friend was bad with everything surrounding other people it would seem. To be fair, it was hard for others to like him. He didn't make it easy, closing himself off to anyone but Albus. Still, he would get Scorpius a girlfriend if it killed him.

They were ready, now, Albus had asked Rose to come to the Quidditch pitch in the middle of the night. Being a Gryffindor, it was not hard to convince her to defy the rules to come out into the middle of the night. The two Slytherins already had no problem defying such a rule when inconvenient to them. Rose looked at Albus expectantly, but Scorpius came forwards.

"Oh great, the blonde git," Rose said when she looked at him, though she did smile. Being friends with Potter had had its advantages for Scorpius.

"Rose, I want to ask you something, but I need you to take this first," Scorpius said, surprisingly without flinching. He held out a broom for her to take and she took it.

"Alright, Malfoy, I'll bite." Rose said, mounting the broom as Scorpius did so. Together the two of them flew up into the air. Albus stayed on the ground for his part in this little performance.

Unfortunately, Albus could not really hear what they were saying, but he looked for the signal from Scorpius, him brushing the side of his broom gently, which triggered his part. With a wave of his wand, Albus sent up a lightshow, spelling out the words as Scorpius was supposed to say them. "Rose, will you go out with me," in big bold red and and green letters. The effect was particularly stunning if Albus said so himself.

And effective, it would seem, for Albus could see the two of them getting closer. He cheered as he saw Scoripus and Rose kiss, trying to ignore the very sudden and painful pit in his stomach.

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Having a girlfriend opened up a whole new world for Scorpius. Suddenly he was being invited to parties with Rose's friends. He was not quite sure how to handle himself on such occasions, feeling lost without Albus's guidance. He would sometimes excuse himself just to get a bit of air, only to be confronted later by Rose. Indeed, Scorpius was seeing less and less of Albus in the months that followed his big proposal. He began to feel lost and Rose's snogging didn't seem to help matters.

One day about half a year after the proposal on the Quidditch pitch, Scorpius sat with Rose in the courtyard under the great clocktower. Rose kissed Scorpius and he tried to kiss back as best he could. "Are you sure you're not ready?" Rose said after a moment when she pulled back. "Only, you've been saying that over and over for months now."

Scorpius felt sweat start to bead on his forehead and he desperately tried to ignore it. He had been trying to get out of having sex with Rose for a long time now. It wasn't that he didn't want to, he told himself, it was just that he felt intimidated by the whole prospect. He certainly couldn't ask Albus for advice. Besides, he hardly saw Albus anymore, only really during classes. And the fact that he was thinking about Albus right then made him sweat all the more. "Yes, I'm sure. It's just... I dunno... it seems scary?" Scorpius mentally hit himself for that one. 'Scary?' He was fourteen, he wasn't a fucking child.

"Scary." Rose repeated back incredulously. She glared at him and Scorpius's internal alarm went off. Did she think he was talking about her.

"I dunno, I've just never done anything like it before. And it's not like I don't have time right? Ha ha..." he nervously giggled as Rose sighed.

"Fine. We don't have to rush into anything," Rose said, resigning herself it seemed. "Just let me know if you ever do become ready." She stood up. "I'm going to go do some studying. It's feeling a bit nippy out here don't you think?"

Scorpius sighed with relief after she had gone. He knew he had upset her, but he hadn't known how to handle the situation. Having sex with her really did seem scary to him. His body seemed to shrivel up in terror at the prospect. If only Albus had not seemingly cut him off out of nowhere, maybe he could go to him for help. Scorpius rubbed the sweat from his forehead and leaned back on the bench. He really missed Albus. Albus would tell him what to do.

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"Scorpius has his own friends now," said Albus to his other best friend, Blaise. The curly haired blonde boy sat next to him in the grand hall, the two of them eating dinner together. The hall was decorated for Christmas as they were getting close to the winter holidays. A large Christmas tree sat at the head of the staff table while garland hung from the ceiling. Even the floating candles seemed to be getting in the spirit, giving off Christmasy scents like gingerbread or pine needles. Albus angrily chewed on a chicken leg as he talked. "He doesn't want to be around me anymore."

Blaise ate his own chicken with far less gusto, though he couldn't help but laugh at Albus's angry demeanor. "You know that's not true."

"I know nothing of the sort," Albus said, turning to glare at Blaise. He breathed and tried to calm down. He knew that sometimes he could be prone to anger and Scorpius was certainly making him angry.

"So he's distracted by his girlfriend, who wouldn't be?" Blaise asked before taking another bite of chicken. "That doesn't mean he doesn't want to talk to you."

Albus scoffed. "Hah! Oh yeah? He's basically cut me out of his bloody life for his bloody stupid girlfriend yeah? What about that makes you think he wants to talk to me?"

Blaise looked at Albus incredulously. "He's your best friend."

"No, you're my best friend. He's a right muppet, that's what," Albus said unkindly. "Plus, I don't bloody have time for him, being Quidditch captain and all." He couldn't stop thinking about how Scorpius had basically betrayed him and left him alone. And after everything Albus had done to help him get his girlfriend too! "I have to focus on the season! The team is counting on me! We're up against Ravenclaw for the last game before the winter break and we have a chance of winning." Albus breathed because he realized he hadn't done so during the last few sentences. "He should come to me for all I've done for the right fucker!"

Blaise raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'm just saying. He misses you too, you know." Blaise sighed.

"Yeah right," Albus frowned. "Not with his hot new girlfriend and his dumb fuck Gryffindor friends."

"Well, you can't avoid him forever. You're going to have to talk to him over the winter holidays. His dad's invited us all to his house for Christmas after all." Blaise said. Albus felt bad. He got the feeling that perhaps he was being selfish. Blaise had been Scorpius's friend too and he felt like he was making Blaise pick a side.

"You know... you don't have to just hang out with me. You can talk to him too," Albus said, trying to change the subject. He didn't want to have to think about what he would say to Scorpius over the holiday. That was long in the future.

"As if," Blaise said in response. "You couldn't stop me. But you also can't avoid the fact that you'll be together on Christmas again."

Albus was perfectly aware of that fact. He was just chosing to ignore it. And he was chosing to ignore the pit that formed in his stomach that was suspiciously similar to the pit from that night on the Quidditch pitch.

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Scorpius sat awkwardly in the parlor with Rose and Blaise. Blaise sat between the boyfriend and girlfriend who were trying desperately to look anywhere but at each other. Blaise looked between them and grinned. "So... anyone for video games?" He was trying to break the tension by bringing up the muggle invention that was currently the most popular thing with wizards these days. But neither Scorpius nor Rose said a word. How could Scorpius say anything. Rose was getting increasingly agitated at his flighty nature. He had bowed out of two Christmas parties back at school with her friends and had outright fled a third. Nevermind being able to have sex with her, Scorpius knew he was a goddamned train wreck.

And try as he might, Scorpius still couldn't focus himself on Rose in the slghtest. He could only think of Albus. Albus was coming soon. His hands balled up into fists and then his fingers extended again. Rose might as well not even have existed. How could she matter anyway? He was going to see Albus again!

Thankfully, the tension was broken by Scorpius's dad calling, "Anyone want to help me in the kitchen?" Rose immediately jumped up and answered in the affirmative, seemingly just to get away from Scorpius.

"So, Scorp, I trust your relationship is going well?" Blaise sarcastically asked. Scorpius hit him slightly on the arm.

"No you git, of course it isn't," Scorpius said angrily. He already felt awful at not contributing anything to their relationship. Not to mention that damned butterfly flying around in his stomach as he thought about the inevitability of Albus's appearance. That scared him more than anything. After not really talking more than a nod or a "high" when going to bed for months, Scorpius didn't know what he was going to say to his best friend, former best friend perhaps.

Blaise nodded, as if expecting this response. "You know, maybe she's just not for you. Maybe girls aren't for you." At the incredulous look from Scorpius, Blaise just raised his hands. "I'm just saying. Maybe not even boys either, maybe just one boy in particular." Scorpius leaned away from Blaise and looked at him with fear in his eye. "Not me you idiot, Albus." After his initial, inbuilt, boyish revulsion, Scorpius did have to admit the idea was not entirely without merit. Indeed, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

He suddenly had an idea and stood up and walked out, leaving Blaise alone in the parlour without so much as a word. "Right, I'll just stay here then shall I?" Blaise shouted towards him, but Scorpius wasn't listening. "Bloody morons," Scorpius could hear Blaise mutter just as he left the room.

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"Look, I'm just saying that I could be going over strategies for the rest of the season," Albus was saying to his dad. He couldn't stop thinking about how he'd rather be anywhere than at the Malfoy house. He would have to see Scorpius and he couldn't bear to see how his former best friend was with his girlfriend. The very thought of seeing them together, making out, made him sick. He gagged at the thought. "We don't have to go to this party, dad, it's no great loss."

Harry did a double take at his son as Albus continued to look over Quidditch strategies in the books on the table. "Scorpius is your best friend," he said incredulously.

"No, he was my best friend. He's got his stupid girlfriend now, he doesn't need me," Albus said with annoyance and sarcasm in his tone. He hated this and he hated Rose. Albus wanted nothing more than to curse Scorpius with his wand over and over again. Hadn't he considered his best friend's feelings before cutting him off so aggressively?

"No luck then, Al, because you're going. I promised Draco we'd all be there and that's that," said Harry. He, Ginny, and Albus's brother and sister were standing by the fireplace ready to transport via flu network. Because they were underage, Harry's kids were not allowed to apparate, but they certainly were allowed to use flu powder. One by one they went, Albus muttering the whole time. It was only him and Harry left when Harry handed Albus the bit of powder and Albus reluctantly took it.

"I only go under protest," he said as if he were a martyr going to his death. That pit in his stomach had never gone away and it was still there as he stepped into the fire. He named the Malfoy family house and threw the powder done and felt himself pulled through the network.

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"Dad, how did you know that you loved Mum?" Scorpius asked as he cornered his father in the kitchen. Draco was currently making the holiday turkey and he was busy trying not to burn it. Rose had contrived a hasty retreat upon seeing Scorpius and it was just the two of them alone now.

"That's quite the question huh? I assume this is about Albus?" Draco asked, waving his wand to stir the mashed potatoes. The cooking and self-replicating were all done by magic, of course, but it required precise movements and Draco prided himself on his cooking, particularly on holidays.

Scorpius did a double take and looked down. Immediately he felt his stomach flutter at the mention of Albus and shook his head. "No..." he stammered, "I mean what? I mean, I would never? I mean... uh..."

Draco smiled. "It's ok. It's been obvious for awhile now. You're not happy in your relationship with Rose. We've just been waiting for you to say something. And who else would it be about than the boy you can't stop thinking about and can't stop talking about? You're miserable without him."

Scorpius looked up at his dad and nodded. "What if it is about him?" Scorpius entertained the idea for the first time. "I can't get him out of my head dad. He won't go away. He won't stop guilt tripping me for being with Rose."

"I know the feeling," said Draco, "genuinely. To answer your question, I knew for several years after meeting her. We were good friends for a long time and we just kind of... clicked, like you and Albus. We shared quite a bit with each other, joked around, laughed, gossiped. Everything. It was like she was the only person I could share anything with."

Scorpius nodded. All of this sounded incredibly familiar. Maybe it was Albus. It had to be. What could he do? "But grandfather didn't approve?"

"That's right," Draco said sagely, glaring down the hall towards the portrait that they kept covered of Draco's deceased father. "She was muggle-born and he couldn't let go of those old attitudes form the war. I didn't care. I loved her anyway. And she loved me."

Scorpius looked up at his father and smiled as he continued to cook. He was very lucky to have a father who didn't disapprove of the one he now knew that he loved. He knew that now. Albus. He hugged his father, who smiled and hugged back, making sure to keep an eye on the food.

"I think I hear the flu network now. Go, tell him," Draco said and Scorpius went. He felt a newfound resolve that he had never felt before. He had to tell Albus, he just had to! It just felt so right.

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With a 'swoosh' Albus appeared in the Malfoy parlor. The first person he saw, other than his own family, was Blaise, who had pulled out a handheld muggle video game and was playing now on the couch.

"Sup," Blaise said and waved. "Scorp is around here somewhere," he said. The next people Albus saw were Draco's mother as well as Rose's parents. He couldn't care less about them, or Scorpius. He just frowned at all of them.

"Well I don't bloody well care do I?" Albus asked, and marched out of the room as Harry was distracted by talking to his friends.

He marched out into the courtyard connected to the parlor and into the snow. Albus wore several layers of jacket, scarf, and mittens and felt himself shielded from the cold. It didn't matter, the rage inside of himself kept him warm. He couldn't believe his father's rudeness, bringing him here when Albus wanted absolutely nothing to do with Scorpius. Nevermind Draco's rudeness, inviting them all here when Scorpius clearly hated him now. Sure, he invited them every year, but still.

Albus frowned at a mound of snow and pulled out his wand. The restrictions on underage sourcery had been lifted by Harry and Hermione's administration, among a number of reforms. So Albus had no problem whatsoever in using magic to create a snowman. He made it look like Scorpius in a crooked sort of way, making sure to deform it as much as possible. He punched out the eyes with magic and slanted the jaw. He even gave the snowman a hunchback, laughing at his snow-Scorpius creation and how it resembled Scorpius's own hateful nature.

Only, something rather unexpected happened in that moment that made Albus drop the snowman entirely. He barely had time to hear his own name being shouted by someone as loudly as possible. "ALBUS!" As soon as he turned around, he was body slammed to the ground, rolling in the snow and desperately trying to see his attacker. Who would do such a thing?

Two hands pinned Albus to the ground and he groaned in response. It took him a moment before he was finally able to look up and see Scorpius's face. "GET OFF ME YOU WANKER!" Albus shouted, struggling against Scorpius's body. His former friend had him entirely pinned, his body straddling Albus's.

Without another word, Scorpius leaned down and kissed him. Albus stopped struggling immediately and looked up, his stomach rolling up into his chest. He didn't really believe what had just happened and blinked, looking up into Scorpius's eyes. There was a desperation there, a need, and Albus felt it too. He stared at Scorpius for a few moments, a few dreadful, wonderful, terrifying moments. He grabbed hold of Scorpius's shirt and pulled him down into another kiss, lying in the coldness of the snow behind him.

The two stayed like this for several moments, making out. Albus and Scorpius both seemed to put all of their pent up frustrations and anger with each other into that kiss. They were one, their bodies were one. Their cocks were certainly of one mind as they both stood erect. The boys kept at each other, running their hands against each other's clothed bodies. They longed to do more, but a sense of modesty kept them from doing anything. As if it were not obvious, the two suddenly realized that they were outside in a courtyard where anyone could look out and see them.

Scorpius slowly raised his head and smiled. Albus smiled back. "So..." Albus breathed, the first word either of them had spoken.

"So..." Scorpius repeated, just as breathlessly. He breathed heavily, his stomach doing flips. He had no idea that Albus could have felt the same way. Tears filled Scorpius's eyes as he was overjoyed with Albus's response. "I love you Albus. I really do. I see that now," Scorpius breathed. He still hadn't gotten off of Albus yet, but it didn't matter.

"You... do? Oh..." Albus temporarily forgot that he existed as he tried to process that. "I love you too," he said instinctively. "I'm sorry for being a right git Scorp. I hated seeing you with Rose. I really did. It hurt..." Just as it hurt to pour his heart out like this. Albus looked down to the snow and back up. His back was starting to freeze.

"It's ok, it's ok. I'm sorry for shutting you out," Scorpius said in response, though Albus didn't think it was very much his fault.

"I think... maybe... we should go inside instead of lying in the snow?" Albus said suddenly after a few moments. Scorpius nodded, seemingly unable to say anything as they got up. Albus giggled as they did, a giggle which turned into a long, deep, uncontrollable laugh.

"What?" Scorpius said as he watch his new lover laugh.

"It's just... I helped you get a girlfriend, but I wanted you all along," Albus laughed. "Pathetic isn't it? I'm really bloody pathetic."

"No, you're not. You didn't know. Neither did I." Scorpius grabbed Albus's hand and together the two went inside, to start their new relationship.

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Unknown to both of them, the adults were all watching from a window. They saw Scorpius tackle Albus to the ground and Ron had laughed. "I always knew they were gay, didn't I always say that?" Ron said to which the general response was groaning.

"No you didn't," said Hermione and everyone agreed, even Ron.

"It's about time," said Ginny and Harry nodded. They had been best friends since they had been small children. Finally, Albus and Scorpius were together and they showed no signs of slowing.

"Welcome to the family Potter," said Draco, smiling. His wife stood beside him and Harry nodded to the both of them.

"Oh to be a kid again," said Ron as he watched the two boys come inside. "Mind you, I would have probably broken his arm..."

"Ron?" Hermione asked and the adults all laughed at Ron's oafish obliviousness.

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The flames around the arena shown brightly. Even though they were all inside the harem mansion, it seemed as if they were outside at night in a torch lit coliseum. The Master sat at his customery throne, high above the arena on a gilded throne with the infinity symbol moving ever so slowly in inky blackness on the top of the throne. Banners hung from the walls of the coliseum with that same infinity symbol: the symbol of the Master. Beside him sat Blaise on his right and Theodore on his left, his two favorite slaves. The other slaves sat to the right and left of the Master, in order of their current power and place in the hierarchy. The boys all fought each other for dominance. Indeed, even Blaise or Theodore could fall lower if they allowed their places to be challenged.

From the invisible ceiling high overhead, something lowered, slowly, into the arena. An iron cross slowly came down, lowering bit by bit into the middle, in front of all the slaves. On the cross, yet another young teenage boy, but this one was different. His brown skin glistened with sweat. He had thick, hairy eyebrows that tilted upwards and razor sharp teeth on display as he snarled and growled and screamed at the spectators. His long brown hair went down his back, snapping back and forth across his face as he shook his head violently. His nose seemed to be wrinkled, but his most prominant feature were the sharp, scary looking ridges on his forehead and around his eyes. He was completely naked, except for a distinctive collar around his neck, naturally, and his cock stood straight up with no signs of going down. He screamed and glared at everyone and everything, violently shaking his arms and legs, trying to break free of the ropes that bound him to the cross, his arms spread out and his legs pushed together.

"What is that?" asked Blaise and the Master looked down at him, smiling.

"That is a Klingon," said the Master. He had recently acquired one of these on his travels. Subduing it was one of the most intensely fun experiences he had had in awhile. "It is a fierce warrior, even when it is as young as you."

The Klingon's features were boyish, but it was clear that he was going through puberty. The rest of the slaves knew that feeling only too well. Most of them were stuck, trapped at that age where they felt hormonal constantly as they could never age and never die. Now this boy would experience that living hell as well.

"What's its name?" asked Blaise and the Master looked at him.

"Agosh," said the Master and Blaise did a double take. It sounded like he was coughing something up out of his throat. "I took him from a Klingon ship, right out of the air. He stowed away. Apparently, the men were using him as a cabin boy, fucking him every night. I saved him really. Well, I say saved but..."

"Let me down and fight me like a man, coward!" the Klingon boy, Agosh screamed at the crowd. "You have no honor!" His voice cracked as he screamed, it was clearly trying to shift into a deeper voice, but he still had that higher register of a boy. Theodore had the distinct impression that he was trying to make his voice deeper.

"In my world, they're fictional. All of you are fictional," said Theodore, looking at the magnificent creature before him. "Strangely, Blaise, you're not mentioned in the terrible play where Albus and Scorpius come from." Blaise gave Theodore a double take and laughed. They had talked about this shitty play before and found it hilarious that Blaise wasn't even in it.

All of a sudden, the Master used his magic to weaken the ropes and Agosh was able to break free of the cross, landing on all fours as he fell to the sandy ground below. He immediately tried to run at the slaves watching him, but he only succeeded in hitting an invisible electric fence. The collar around his neck sparked and he fell to the ground, convulsing in pain. There was a chorus of laughter and moans as several of the boys started to jerk themselves off while watching the new boy suffer.

"Yes, humerous indeed," said the Master, his voice projecting so that every one of his slaves could hear. "But who is brave enough to face the little warrior in combat?" The laughter started to die down now as the boys looked away. "Anyone? Afraid of a little pain? A little rape? As if I haven't raped every last one of you dozens of times. Fine," he said, holding up his wand. Without a word, he plucked Sora out of the stadium, making him levitate above Riku's pathetic protests. Riku tried to grab him to pull him back, but only succeeded in getting himself caught up in the levitation spell as well, being pulled from his seat and thrown hard into the middle of the arena surrounded by the invisble electric fence.

"Now, let's see how long they last shall we?" said the Master with an amused grin on his face. He steepled his hands and leaned his elbows down on his knees to watch.

"I'm guessing about two seconds," said Theodore and the Master laughed.

Sora and Riku took a few moments to recover from their fall, and in that time Agosh was already up, recovered from his own violent shocks. There was a long black stick on the ground, which Agosh grabbed and aimed at Sora, hitting him hard with the butt of it. Sora screamed in pain, his young body violently convulsing with the electricity.

"What is that?" asked Blaise, amused and turned on by seeing the cute brown haired boy suffer.

"A pain stick," said Theodore and the Master nodded.

"Plucked one of those off the Klingon ship too," he said.

"Apparently, Klingons use them in coming of age ceremonies. Working through pain makes you a real man," said Theodore, laughing.

"Oh, he'll have plenty of pain to work through, that's for sure," said Blaise. "I'm sure he'll be incredibly grateful," he added sarcastically.

Riku's keyblade appeared from nowhere as he recovered from the fall. He slashed at the Klingon boy, blocking yet another attack from the pain stick. He tried to give his lover enough time to recover from the electric assault. Agosh growled at the two of them and then slashed his pain stick yet again, aiming it at Riku this time. He was relentless, he kept going, pushing forwards, slashing up and above Riku's keyblade.

Sora managed to recover and his own keyblade appeared from nowhere. Agosh saw it, though, and growled at his new opponent. "Now here is a fair fight!" he screamed at the boys, laughing as he kept both of them off at the same time.

The battle went on for some time, each of the two keyblade wielders trying to get a word in edgewise. Agosh was too fast and too aggressive to let himself get even one hit. He ran around behind the two boys and hit Riku hard with the pain stick, holding it there for several seconds while Sora didn't recognize what was happening fast enough before he, too, fell to the electric shocks. Both boys convulsed on the ground in pain.

Using the rope from his own bonds, Agosh tied Riku and Sora's hand behind their back while their bodies were still twitching. Without even thinking twice about it, he knelt down in front of Riku and pushed his cock directly into the platinum haired slave's hole. Riku screamed from the sudden intrusion. Agosh fucked him in a rage, as hard and as fast as he could, grunting with lust each time he thrust hard into Riku's hole. He put a hand on the older boy's throat and choked him hard, squeezing the life out of him. Riku was screaming as much as he could with the intensity and speed of the painful rape, closing his eyes and trying desperately to ride his way through it. Agosh held down Sora with one strong hand, preventing him from doing anything but watch as his lover was ruthlessly violated. Even together, they were no match for the brutal strength of a young Klingon boy.

Blaise shivered. If a Klingon boy was this strong, he'd hate to meet a fully grown adult. Agosh was cumming now, hard, inside of Riku's ass. Sora screamed at Agosh to let Riku go, and he was rewarded, for his trouble, by Agosh changing his victim. Riku coughed and breathed deeply when his throat was released. With a growl of triumph, Agosh lept onto Sora, pushing his still hard cock into Sora and violently raping him. Like with Riku, he started violently choking Sora as well, squeezing his neck hard. He fucked desperately, like he would die if he didn't get even more of his cum out as soon as possible.

The Master used his wand to pull Riku and Sora back to their seats, pulling Sora directly off of Agosh's cock, making the Klingon boy growl and scream in frustration. He glared at the Master. "Bring them back!" he yelled, holding the pain stick up threateningly. Sora and Riku leaned back in their seats, exhausted, and grateful to be rescued from the ordeal. Sora coughed and clutched at his throat, trying desperately to get air back into his lungs.

"Who is brave enough to challenge him?" the Master asked yet again. Blaise thought for a moment before standing up.

"I will do it," he said and Theodore stood up as well.

"So will I," he said. he liked the idea of fucking a violent, hormonal Klingon warrior.

"Very well. Show them why you are the favorites," said the Master. He used his wand to lift them both up into the air and tossed them into the arena. Blaise and Theodore both used their magic to soften their fall and immediately turned on Agosh who was running towards them with the pain stick.

Theodore held up his wand and used it to throw Agosh backwards against the invisible electric fence. He screamed and Blaise used his opportunity to pounce. He ran forwards, but the Klingon boy was too fast, holding up the pain stick at the opportune moment, hitting Blaise, who fell over in pain. Theodore used his wand, again, to pull the pain stick towards himself, trying to pull it out of Agosh's hands. Agosh clung onto it, despite the magic and Theodore pulled even harder. They were engaged in a tug of war, which made it easy for Blaise to suddenly cast the torture spell on Agosh, making him collapse in pain yet again.

Agosh writhed on the floor in intense pain as Blaise maintained the spell. The pain stick jumped into Theodore's hand and he immediately touched it to Agosh's body. The Klingon boy kept screaming even after Blaise stopped using the spell. Theodore kept the pain stick going on Agosh's body. Blaise used a spell to duplicate the stick, creating one of his own and immediately started using it on Agosh. The Klingon boy continued to scream, writhing around in the sand, his body twitching and glistening with sweat.

Theodore and Blaise could hear a cheer going up from the crowd. They knew that several of the slaves were starting to jerk themselves off appreciatively and it only spurned them on more. Theodore, finally, used the mind control spell and he nodded at Blaise. They both pulled their sticks off of Agosh at once. "No, get out of my mind demon!" shouted the boy, but he was helpless as Theodore controlled his body.

Agosh started running his hands up and down his sweaty, young teenage body, pushing himself out and displaying himself for the crowd. Theodore's eyes glowed green as he mind controlled the boy, but purposely didn't control his voice so that Agosh could protest. "This is dishonorable!" Agosh shouted. He was rubbing his own erection slowly now, growling in frustration at how slow he was being forced to go, teasing himself. "I will send you to Gre'thor sorcerer!"

The boy started dancing seductively now, rolling his body forwards and the Master clapped appreciately as everyone got a good chance to view his body. "Fek'lhr will rip you limb from limb!" Agosh screamed. Blaise was watching now as Theodore mind controlled the Klingon boy forwards, forcing him to push two of his own fingers into his own hole, fingering himself. He screamed at the penetration and then moaned as he was forced to penetrate himself over and over again.

"I can't stand it anymore," said Blaise. "I want to fuck him," he said.

"And we shall," said Theodore. He summoned a stockade out of nowhere and forced Agosh to put his hands and head into the object. Theodore magically shut it and locked it before releasing the mind control. Immediately Agosh started pulling his head and hands back, trying to wrench them out of the stock, but Theodore had summoned one of the strongest metal he could think of: Tungsten. No matter how much Agosh tried to pull against it, he wouldn't be able to get himself out.

Agosh did, however, kick his feet, trying to attack anyone who went near. Blaise summoned another stock on the ground at Agosh's feet around his ankles. They held the Klingon boy's feet in place.

Blaise and Theodore ran their hands along Agosh's now helpless brown body and the Klingon boy screamed and spat obscenities at them, still thrashing about in his bonds as much as he could. "Let me out of this thing!" he shouted. "You have no honor you filthy petaQ! I will strike you down where you stand! I will rip out your spine and feed it to my targ!" His squeeky, adolescent voice made the threats seem cute rather than scary.

Of course, Blaise and Theodore didn't trust his mouth one bit. Not with those incredibly sharp teeth. Sure, Theodore could mind control him again to make Agosh suck them off and not bite, but raping a boy for the first time was always so much more fun if they weren't being mind controlled. They could feel every single moment of their agonizing rape and Blaise and Theodore would get to see every little reaction.

So they decided to both fuck his hole together. Blaise went first, pushing his hard cock into Agosh's hole. The Klingon boy screamed and thrashed even harder, but his limbs were going nowhere. His eyes went wide and he clenched down hard at the intrusion, but Blaise absolutely knew well how to push into a boy who didn't want to be raped. He pushed as hard as he could, pushing in as far as he could and began to work himself up, opening Agosh's hole up so that Theodore could find any amount of room.

Theodore gave Blaise a quick kiss before moving his own cock in line and pushing hard into Agosh's hole. He closed his eyes and moaned hard at the insane tightness. It was extremely difficult to get his cock in there next to Blaise's, but he made it work, until he, too, was in there. Agosh screamed yet again as if he was being penetrated for the first time and was yelling and muttering obscenities still. Tears were coming to his eyes now and he felt shame at being used like this by two boys. "A Klingon warrior does not get raped!" he screamed. "He rapes his enemies!" Agosh had trouble reconciling the thought in his mind. He was supposed to be the one raping these puny humans, but here they were dominating him.

"Well, I guess that means you're not a real Klingon warrior doesn't it?" said Theodore mockingly. Theodore kept his cock in place while Blaise fucked. Theodore felt insane, intense pleasure at his friend and lover's cock brushing up against his own. "That means you're a dishonorable little slut who will be shamed forever in Gre'thor," mocked Theodore. He used his knowledge of Klingons as fictional beings to shame and mock this little Klingon.

Theodore suddenly pulled on the boy's long hair and Agosh growled. "You shame me human! I endure my fate nobly, as only a Klingon can. But you have no understanding of honor," he moaned as his body felt like it was being ripped open.

Blaise moaned and went into yet another kiss with Theodore, the two making out as they fucked their target. With a loud moan of triumph, Blaise came hard inside Agosh's ass and so did Theodore. Theodore grabbed Agosh's cock and stroked it, despite Agosh wiggling his body, trying not to be touched by the human. The last thing Agosh wanted was to be made to cum by a human and yet he did. The combination of the intense double penetration and the hand on his cock made him cum yet again, shooting into the sand below.

Blaise and Theodore both pulled out of Agosh and they watched as his hole closed itself up, healing itself right in front of them. Their cum stayed inside the boy, though, and he moaned in distress at the rape, his body starting to shiver at the emptiness.

Theodore and Blaise made out some more and continued to run their hands over Agosh's body. The summoned stocks disappeared suddenly and Agosh fell to the sandy ground, barely able to move. His body had been so weakened and pained by the double penetration. He only felt the pain. "Welcome to the harem kid," said Theodore, kicking Agosh's body over so that he was lying on his back. Agosh lay there, panting heavily, glaring up at his rapists. Blaise and Theodore both put a foot on him in triumph as he breathed heavily, looking up at the simulated sky.

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With a thud, the ship landed. The Master opened the door with Blaise in tow and found himself in the middle of a mansion of some kind. The furniture was immaculate and everything was well cleaned and cared for. Pictures hung on the wall and there were trophies and books along the shelves. The Master didn't recognize any of these things. He looked closely at the pictures behind a display case. An older man with a grey beard and mustache. It looked like there were kids in some sort of uniform and black masks.

Indeed, Blaise was wearing something similar. He had dress shirt, a sweater over the dress shirt, and a blazar with some sort of emblem on the side of the dress shirt. He also wore dress shorts and black shoes with long black socks. He even had a black mask on. He looked like the kids in the pictures. The Master looked at him and laughed. "What are you wearing?" he asked and Blaise looked down at his outfit. It did look rather goofy. The Master wore a suit and tie and dress pants as well. He was also wearing a bowler hat, for some reason. Blaise tore the mask off and threw it to the floor. "What the hell?" he asked.

The Master turned around and noticed that his ship had disguised itself as a door in the house. Looking through the door, it looked to be another room that fit with the aesthetic of this mansion, but the Master knew it was his own home on the other side. It was as they were standing there, observing their surroundings, that a few things happened all at once.

A very large man stepped into the room and raised an eyebrow. A drunk looking man seemed to be following him while another man with a goatee was yelling at both of them. A boy appeared out of nowhere, as if apparating, and looked at the Master and Blaise, sighing. He must have been thirteen, he looked like a young adolescent and wouldn't at all have been out of place in the Master's harem. That must be who he was after in this world. He was wearing the same outfit that Blaise was wearing and had light brown skin and styled, parted, and geled short black hair.

"Look, I'm just saying that Luther could lighten up a bit," said the drunk looking man. His movements were a bit erratic. "You too Diego."

"I do not need to lighten up," said the man called Luther, the rather large man.

"You're too tense all the time," said the erratic man. "You two need to get laaaiiiddd..."

It was then that everyone seemed to notice the newcomers in the room. "Ah," said the one with the goatee, Diego. "Who are you and why are you in our house?"

"My name is Melor," said the Master, stepping forwards. "Who are you and why are you in our house?" he asked, figuring he could try the same tactic.

"Melor is a friend of mine," said the boy and the others seemed to listen to him.

"Is he?" asked Diego. "Because I will fuck him the fuck up right now if he's not supposed to be here. You say the word."

"Shut up Diego, you'll just get yourself hurt," said the boy. "Yes, he's just here for a drink, aren't you Melor?"

The Master caught on to what was happening and nodded. He had a feeling there was more to this boy than met the eye. "Indeed," he said. The three men seemed to take that as a given and left the room, though gave the boy a questioning look. The boy gave them a forced smile. "Blaise," the Master said when they left the room. "Go explore this house and find out where we are. I want to know everything we can." With that, Blaise left, leaving the Master and the boy alone.

"I wasn't kidding about that drink. I sure need one," said the boy. He went to the back of the room where there was a fully stocked bar and began mixing like an expert. "I'm a magarita man myself. You?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," said the Master, settling down on a stool in front of the bar. He was intrigued by this boy. He just watched as the boy began mixing, as if he were a bartender. He even put a little umbrella in the drink.

"You know, great philosophers and scientists throughout history have tried to figure out the secrets of the cosmos," said the boy as he worked, "tried to learn all they could about the meaning of life and how the world works. And who would have known that the universe was run by two beings locked in an infinite struggle across multiple universes and times. It's almost stupid when you think about it."

He finished the drinks as he talked and gave the Master one, sitting next to him on a bar stool. "I wondered if you might come for me," the boy said.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" the Master asked as he took a sip. "This is very good by the way."

"Thank you," said the boy. "I'm Number 5. And I know all about who you are. Master."

"Do you have an actual name or are you just Number 5? How could you possibly know that?" asked the Master as he took another sip. "How old are you?"

"I don't remember my name, to be honest. I'm just Number 5 and I'm fifty-eight. That's my power. I can teleport to different places. Different worlds. Different times even," said the boy, Number 5. "My family, they're all idiots, but I've been around the block. I've seen a few things. And mostly, I've seen you and Aslan, fighting an endless war. You're always there in every reality, every future."

The Master grinned over his own margarita and watched the boy. He was clearly much older than he let on. He wondered how old the boy actually was. Surly he wouldn't be as old as his own slaves in the Harem. "And you thought I would come for you," said the Master, all pretense dropped.

"Of course. You're a pedophile who enslaves young teenage boys everywhere in the universe. And I'm, unfortunately, stuck in the body of a young teenage boy. I know you're attracted to me right now," said Number 5, sipping his own margarita. "If only I looked like the old man that I am, you wouldn't want me."

"Ah, but circumstances do betray us all, don't they? And you're a dimension jumper. That's powerful," said the Master. "Of course I'd come for you, eventually. I'm not only attracted to your body, Number 5, which I'm sure is quite beautiful, I'm attracted to power."

Number 5 nodded as he took another sip. "My only solace is that I would get to be one of your collared slaves instead of the uncollared. They have so much more power in your empire."

"They are my chosen, yes," said the Master. "They get to do what they like as long as they obey me. It will not be a bad eternity, Number 5, serving me."

"There are certainly worse ways to serve out eternity. It seems like a slightly nicer version of the Christian hell," said Number 5.

"Or," said the Master, "perhaps heaven. If you are strong enough to dominate."

Number 5 stood up off the bar stool and walked over to one of the comfortable armchairs. The Master followed, taking his own armchair next to the boy. They both brought their drinks and continued sipping as they talked. The Master found that he liked this boy quite a bit. "I'm going to have to be defined by this ridiculous body forever aren't I?"

The Master smiled. "Yes, unfortunate I know."

Number 5 sighed and leaned back into the chair. "You know, I've spent my whole life trying to escape... all this." He gestured at the mansion around them. "I spent so long trapped in the future and then working for the timeline commission and yet I'm still back here. Still a kid. Still being defined by that time of my life."

"Why do you keep wearing the clothes then?" asked the Master. "You could find something else, I'm sure."

Number 5 smiled and rolled his eyes. "I dunno. I feel like it's expected of me. I try so hard to keep this family together, to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. And yet, they don't respect me. They just see me as that little kid. This is the first intelligent conversation I've had in a long time."

The Master sipped his drink. "Hmm... Well, while I will be fucking you quite a lot, I can promise you that I will respect you. I don't disrespect any of my slave boys. I know they're capable of great things, even if they don't want to admit it: to me or to themselves. That's why I collar them as opposed to everyone else. You won't need to wear that ridiculous costume anymore either. You'll rarely wear clothes at all, in fact, which, you may find, is very freeing."

Number 5 looked at the Master with a side eye. "I appreciate it. Truly. It feels good not to be treated like some kid for once." He sighed. "Still, I've never been fucked before. Hell, I've never actually had sex before. Even with that mannequin, which I'm starting to realize was not a real person."

The Master put the drink down on a side table and leaned forwards. He was close enough that he could touch Number 5 and he did. He put his hand under the boy's chin and pushed in to kiss him. The boy kissed back, even if he knew that he had to. "Everyone has to start somewhere," he said, smiling. "None of my slaves were born getting fucked, they all started somewhere just like you will."

Number 5 smiled at the Master as he pulled back from the kiss and grabbed his drink again. "I can't believe I'm so inexperienced," he said. "You'd think someone my age would have had sex several times by now. But I've always been so preoccupied by saving the world and by maintaining the timeline that I've, ironically, never had the time."

"In the harem, all you have is time," said the Master, smiling again. "You won't believe what pleasure your body is capable of producing. Especially in that adolescent, hormonal form."

Number 5 sat for a few moments just sipping and thinking on their conversation. "I could run, you know. Disappear right from this room to another timeline or another universe."

"Yeah?" the Master asked, genuinely intriguied. That was one of the reasons why he chose the boys that he did: for their power. "Why don't you?"

"I suppose I know that you'll catch me eventually," said Number 5, resignation on his face. "You are inevitable."

"Indeed, I am. I could chase you anywhere you go. I can disappear and reappear anywhere in the world, just like you. I can travel to different timelines and universes and time zones, just like you," said the Master. "And now that you're on my radar, I'll find you." He smiled as he leaned back into his own seat.

"You mean you didn't even plan to come here?" asked Number 5, raising an eyebrow.

"I hate to break it to you, but no. The ship goes where it wills, where it thinks I need to be. We're just along for the ride," said the Master, smiling.

Number 5 laughed bitterly. The Master laughed too. Together they giggled as they sipped their drink. "So because of some cosmic coincidence, I'm to be a sex slave," said Number 5.

"Yes, that's about right," said the Master, smiling, not unkindly. "My eye is on you and I won't let go until I have you. It's sort of like fate, wouldn't you say? Perhaps this meeting was always destined to happen. Perhaps it's happening now over and over again in many different realities. Who can say?"

Number 5 nodded as he sipped yet again. "Kind of depressing when you put it that way. I have a sister, you know, who almost destroyed the world. I wonder if you could face her."

"You're welcome to have her try. But she will lose. I have powers that you could only dream of," said the Master, smile only widening. "I have trained with some of the most powerful sorcerers in the universe, in any timeline. I have invented some of the most powerful magic that anyone can remember. Ancient magic that nobody remembers, but me." He held out his hand, palm up, and a little wisp of silver appeared, circling up and above him.

"Magic huh? Not that I don't believe you," said Number 5, sitting up. "I know that your empire exists everywhere, but, just for my own curiosity's sake, I would love to see a demonstration of your power."

"That is only fair," said the Master. He set the glass down and apparated right there in that chair. He disappeared entirely and appeared in an armchair next to it. He did it again, reappearing in the first. The Master then looked at a glass cabinet in the corner and it immediately burst into flames, but nothing was damaged. The fire suddenly stopped and it looked just as it did. He did the same with other elements: hitting it with lightning, having a tree grow from the ground underneath it, blowing it with wind. And still there was no damage.

"I can create great beauty as well as destruction," said the Master. The wisp of silver appeared again and seemed to grow, filling the entire room. It shifted into different images. They were suddenly in the middle of space surrounded by stars without leaving their armchairs. They were just as suddenly in the middle of a field with the gleaming night sky glowing around them. The projections ran around the room and then suddenly stopped.

"And I can make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt in your life." The Master aimed a hand at Number Five and instantly the boy's cock was rock hard and he moaned as pleasure flooded through his body. He was not quite on the cusp on orgasm just yet. The Master wanted Five's first orgasm to be from getting fucked by his new Master. The boy visibly tensed from how horny he suddenly became.

"I wonder if this was an inevitability," said Number 5, as he came down from the pleasure, contemplating the Master's display. The Master subsided his spell gradually and he watched the tent in Five's pants go down slowly.

"What was?" asked the Master, leaning back in his chair again.

"In a universe with infinite timelines, as we know we are in, is it then inevitable that someone with so much power, like yourself, will come along to dominate it?" asked Number 5. He took another sip of his margarita and gave a forced smile. "Perhaps it's just our rotten luck, as a universe, that we ended up with a meglomaniacal pedophile dictator with all the power in the universe. No offense," he added absent-mindedly.

"None taken," said the Master, smiling at the boy and laughing gently. He genuinely enjoyed this boy now. He couldn't wait to get this Number 5 on his dick. "That is an accurate description."

"I won't fight you," said Number 5. "Not that I have much choice. I just ask that we have more intelligent conversations like this. I could never get them from my family."

The Master smiled and held out his hand, grabbing Number 5's hand. He felt the boy's smooth skin and looked down at his bare knees. That outfit really was ridiculous. He couldn't have his slave wearing something like that. Though, there was certainly something to be said for the school boy look. "I appreciate it. Taking the time to track you down and fight you really would mar what is otherwise a really pleasant conversation. I like you a lot, Number 5. I would love to have intellectual conversations with you, regularly. I know several other slaves who would love to do the same. I have a slave named Edmund who you should meet. He was king of Narnia for a time."

"Narnia? You've got to be joking me," said Number 5, grinning now. "Edmund, as in the betrayer Edmund? I didn't realize 'Aslan' was really THAT Aslan from Narnia."

"The very same. Betrayed his family to me as a matter of fact. He's one of the most thoughtful and curious slaves I have. It's funny how different worlds are fictional in different realities. I'm sure your own world is fictional in some other universes," said the Master, his eyes shining with a smile.

"I don't doubt it," said Number 5, taking another sip. "Huh, I think my drink is almost done." He sighed and looked at it with a sad smile.

"But your life is just beginning," said the Master, looking at his own glass.

It was then that the three men and Blaise all burst into the room. Blaise had his wand out and was aiming it at the three brothers. The big man looked like he was ready to punch Blaise in the face while the man with the goatee was holding several knives, ready to stab Blaise with them. The third, drunken looking man, just stood in the back, looking confused. "Look, it was just a misunderstanding," he said.

"Bullshit," said the man with the goatee, "He was snooping around in dad's office."

Blaise merely held his wand steady, grinning as he watched the three of them. "They're such idiots Master, I mean Melor."

"You can cut the disguise Blaise, Number 5 knows," said the Master. The other three looked at the boy still holding hands with the Master as if seeing him for the first time.

"Gross 5," said the man with the goatee.

"Shut up Diego. I'm going with Melor here and I don't know when I'll be back. Don't burn the house down while I'm gone," said Number 5 as he got up, the Master standing up with him.

"Come on Blaise," said the Master and Blaise winked at the three men, backing up towards the Master and into the doors. The three of them stood back as the doors closed, watching the three men come towards them. The ship disappeared from the mansion and the door disappeared as well, leaving the three men confused as to what just happened.

"Now, we have a few things to settle. First..." said the Master, looking at Number 5 and the boy nodded.

"Of course," he said. He began to stip himself. He first pulled off his tie and his blazer. He pulled off his sweater and then unbuttoned and removed his dress shirt. The Master looked at the boy's shirtless chest and stomach and nodded. "Very nice. I knew you had a nice body."

Blaise was already stripping himself as well as Number 5 began to kick off his shoes and socks and his dress shorts. Finally, standing there in just his underwear, the Master ran a hand down his body. Number 5 did not hesitate to pull off his underwear, leaving him standing naked before his new Master. The Master grabbed his cock and jerked it slightly, watching it go hard.

"Your hormonal body already gets pleasure just from being touched. Imagine how much pleasure you'll get when I fuck you in a few moments," said the Master.

"I knew this was coming," said Number 5, looking straight into the Master's eyes. "I knew you would touch me like this, but it didn't feel truly real until this moment."

"It is real," said the Master, his hand running the length of Number 5's light brown skinned body. "And you are ready. You're already getting hard."

Holding out his hand, a collar appeared in front of him. Blue and grey, it spun gently in place. The Master grabbed it from the air and attached it around Number 5's neck, smiling. As soon as it touched his neck, the word "Five" appeared on it in white lettering.

The boy touched the collar gently and looked up at the Master. There was that resignation yet again and for the first time there was a touch of fear. "Well? Are you going to do it now?"

"Indeed," said the Master. With a turn, he and Number 5 disappeared from the control room, leaving Blaise alone, and reappeared in the Master's bedchambers. The elaborate, beautiful room echoed the refinement of the mansion they had been in just a few moments ago. The Master walked up to the bed and the boy followed.

"I should get to know what I'll be doing endlessly for all eternity, I suppose," said Number 5. The Master didn't both with stripping his clothes. He used a spell to eliminate them, leaving him completely naked as well.

"I've never been in the presence of another naked person either," said Number 5. He reached out and ran his hand down the Master's body now. "I always thought of myself as straight. Not once did it occur to me that I could be attracted to other guys."

"Don't worry," said the Master. "We'll soon change that." He sat down on the bed and grabbed Number 5's hands, pulling him closer gently. He began kissing the boy, running his hands along the boy's smooth skin. He knelt down and, without warning, took the boy's already hard cock and balls into his mouth, slurping on them gently and getting Number 5 hard and horny.

The signs were already there that he was going to cum and so the Master pulled back while Number 5 gave a little squeek of disappointment. "The only reason I'm not torturing you yet is because I like you," said the Master. "I want to make you feel pleasure for your first time. I want you to see what you've been missing old man. Though not as old as me." The Master pulled the boy onto the bed and ran his hand along the boy's butt. He found the boy's hole and stuck a finger in there gently making Five moan in pain. The Master pushed with the finger, finding exactly what he was looking for and pushing against it. Five moaned with pleasure and the Master saw his cock throb. He pulled his finger out.

"What's the matter?" asked the Master. "Nothing to say? I enjoyed our conversation earlier, now you're silent when you get a finger up your ass?"

The boy looked as if he was concentrating greatly, moaning from the pleasure he had already experienced. "I just need to get used to it... is all," said Five and the Master didn't give him a moment.

The Master laid back on the bad and rubbed his hard cock. "You'd better get used to it fast. I'm going to fuck you now," he said, pulling the boy back towards the bed.

Number Five seemed to tense up hearing that, but he didn't resist as the Master pulled him back. He leaned back into the Master, seemingly turned on by every little touch now. The Harem's aphrodisiac magic was doing its work.

The Master positioned his cock close to Number Five's hole. "Isn't it ironic. The two of us, two old men hiding behind a title, not knowing or caring about our own names. We'll do such great things together Number 5. Just wait and see." He caressed the boy's chest and played with his nipples as he talked. He was just so cute. "Here's to your new life with me," said the Master. With that, he pushed into the boy and Number 5 screamed.

The Master moaned as his cock went into the boy. He pushed hard and the boy seemed to open himself up for him. Clearly Number 5 did not want to offend his new Master right away. He was trying to maximize his standing in the Harem already, it would seem. The Master could respect that. He truly did like the boy. He pushed his throbbing cock in as far as he could and started to fuck the boy.

"Ahh, ahh, fuck," said the boy, moaning with pain as he was fucked. The Master continued fucking him. One of his absolute favorite feelings was the feel of a brand new slave boy on his cock and this was no exception. Sure, they became virginal every time they got fucked, but the slaves generally learned now to adjust to his cock inside of them. A new boy had no idea how to do this and it felt more genuinely like the first time. The Master's body shivered in pleasure and he gave out a moan as he continued thrusting into his new slave.

Number Five kept moaning. His body was shivering too, with pain as well as with pleasure. The sensations were building inside of him from getting fucked. The Master was magically hitting his prostate over and over and it didn't take a long time for his cock to start throbbing with pleasure. He looked with wide eyes at the Master, shocked that he could feel so much pleasure from getting fucked like this. The Master pushed into a kiss with the boy and kept going.

All at once, the boy came, hard, without being touched. His cock exploded, shooting cum onto the bed below him. The Master kept going and managed to cum as well, shooting into his new slave boy. The two of them moaned together as their bodies convulsed from the pleasure. The Master pulled the boy into a hug, laying down and cuddling with him on the bed. He still kept his cock inside the boy, though, unwilling to take it out so quickly. "You'll learn quickly, Five, the amount of pleasure I can give you. This is only the beginning."

"Thank you Master," said Number 5, pushing his body into the Master's hug. Every little touch with him was setting him off, lighting up pleasure centers in his brain.

"Welcome to the Harem, Number 5," said the Master, kissing the boy. He kissed the boy on his cheek, his lips, his neck, his chest, everywhere over and over again. "I think you'll do rather well here."

Chapter Text

I first saw them three hundred years ago when I died. My sister went out on the thin ice and almost fell in. I was able to save her, but I fell in and froze to death. I was dead. I know I was dead. But then I opened my eyes. There they were, two curly haired, wild eyed boys looking at me curiously. One had blonde hair and was wearing an outfit made out of leaves. The other had brown hair and was wearing a toga, like something out of a Greek history book, and had a crown of leaves. They looked at each other and smiled before looking at me.

"He is too cute to die," said the one with the leaf crown. The other one nodded.

"We should save him," said the one with blonde hair and the outfit of leaves.

"He saved his sister, he deserves to survive. With us. But he is not yet ready for his destiny," said the one with the leaf crown. He held his hand over me and looked at me curiously. I breathed deeply, unable to move from the freezing cold. "You will be great. People will see you coming and laugh, but also despair. Your name will be Jack Frost, winter imp."

With that, the two boys completely disappeared. I suddenly felt warm, as if I had not just been freezing a moment ago. I stood up and looked out at the lake. I felt resentment towards it for killing me. I was trying to help my sister and the lake didn't care. Without warning, the entire lake froze over, even more solidly than it had been before. I stepped onto it and looked down. I was barefoot. I saw my appearance and everything about me had changed. No longer did I have brown hair, my hair was white as snow. My face was as pale as a cold winter day.

I felt strong. Stronger than I ever had. With glee, I contemplated what the boys said to me and held out my hand. Snow started falling from my hand. I waved both my hands about and a small blizzard appeared above me complete with chilling winds. With another wave it stopped. I walked forwards and held out my staff. I touched it to a tree and the tree started freezing. I started to discover the full extent of my powers. I was able to float up into the air just by thinking about it. The wind carried me up and away, away from the lake and the trees and the village where I had grown up. I screamed, but I soon realized that I controlled the icy wind.

I flew for miles and miles, not caring where I went or who I was, only enjoying the breeze on my skin. It was not cold to me. I was cold. I would never feel cold again. When I landed, I ran through the grass, dragging my staff as I ran until it iced over. I was someone special for the first time thanks to those two boys, whoever they were. I thought I would never see them again, little did I know that I was wrong.

We're getting ahead of ourselves here, though. Hi, I'm Jack Frost. I'm a spirit of ice and snow. I only look thirteen, but I'm actually three hundred years old. I control snow, ice, wind, and anything and everything cold. I'm especially good at creating snowballs. I bet you're wondering why I'm telling you this story huh? We don't usually talk about ourselves directly, those of us in the Harem. I know. The Master loved me so much that he wanted me to tell my own story. So here I am. This is the story of how I became a Guardian, met some friends, discovered the world of sexuality, and ultimately joined with my two very best friends in the magnificent world of the Harem. I know, telling you the ending before it begins. I bet you could have guessed how it ended. The real excitement is in the journey...

The good stuff, the stuff you're here for, doesn't really start until three hundred years later. For so long I dominated the winter and in the summer, when it became hotter and hotter, I would fly north or south, as far as I could, and continue to dominate the cold. It was there that I first met Santa Clause, of course, in the North Pole. We became friends. He always wanted me to join his group of Guardians, those protecting different aspects of childhood, but I never really wanted so much responsibility. I only cared about having fun and starting snowball fights.

I saw those two curly haired boys again for the first time in three hundred years and I didn't recognize them at first. It had been so long. One of them, the blonde one, was flying through the air, like me. He was still wearing that outfit made of leaves that he had been wearing the day I first saw him. He flew right beside me and grinned at me and I grinned back as I blew the wind towards a small group of children playing in the snow. For some reason, I was struck by a desire to show off for him and so I manifested little clouds of ice above my hands and my head and sent them flying towards the kids, who all ducked for cover as they were suddenly pelted with ice.

The curly haired blonde boy grinned. "Whoah, do that again," he said and I did, creating even bigger storms and whipping the snow up around me in a frenzy. The wind pushed me downwards and I landed, running through the snow and brushing my cane along everything. I froze fences, cars, the road itself, nothing escaped my icy embrace. The blonde curly haired boy landed next to me and nodded approvingly. The other curly haired boy, the one with the toga and laurel crown, stood beside him and nodded approvingly. "I think he's ready," said the blonde one to the other one, who nodded and grinned.

"I like you," said the one with the laurel crown, looking me up and down. I had no idea why they were staring at me like that, hungrily, but I couldn't say I disliked it. "It's not yet time to take you, I think," he said and I raised an eyebrow.

"Take me? Take me where?" I asked and the two boys just laughed.

"Oh, you'll see," said the boy with the laurel crown. "You'll discover for yourself."

I suddenly wanted to be taken wherever these boys wanted to take me. Their mischievous grins made me grin too. For so long nobody had been able to see me, but they could see me and they liked me. So I wanted to impress them. I grinned and raised my eyebrows. "Hey, watch this," I said. I caused a little current of air and jumped up into the sky, landing on a power line. Humans had invented these things in the past hundred years or so to have light at night and use all sorts of devices. But with a little flick of my cane on the line, it froze over, causing an outage. I froze a couple more lines and then jumped back down.

"Well, that would be a lot more impressive at night so you could see the lights going out, but I just caused a whole power outage all across the neighborhood," I said. Sure enough, people were starting to come out of their houses, looking around and sighing as they looked up at the frozen lines. The kids were just starting to come out from behind their hiding places after the little storm I caused.

"It was Jack Frost!" said one of the kids, Jamie. He was always my favorite. He always believed in me. He looked a little younger than me, though he actually was twelve and I was not actually thirteen.

"Oh yeah, for sure, the spirit of winter or whatever," said another kid.

"No really," said Jamie. "Real Jack Frost. I know he did this," Jamie said, looking around as if I would appear out of nowhere. Unfortunately, nobody could see me except those two curly haired boys who still stared bemused at the kids in front of me. I wondered if the kids could see them too.

"Jack Frost is just, like, an idea," said yet another kid. "A concept. Not real."

"I'll show them ‘not real,’" I said as I formed a little snowball in my hand and threw it at the first kid. It hit him in the face and he looked around, confused before looking at Jamie. Jamie raised his hands up as if to show he hadn't done it, but I did it again. I floated near Jamie and threw a snowball at the other kid and pretty soon I had started a snowball fight. I blew cold wind into their faces and pretty soon they were laughing and smiling and enjoying themselves, throwing snowballs back and forth. I personally helped Jamie, of course, as my favorite. Even the two curly haired boys got in on it, throwing snowballs at the kids who couldn't see them, but still felt the effects nonetheless.

The end result was lots of laughing, giggling kids by the time it started to grow dark. The two curly haired boys were laughing with me and we had a fantastic time. When all the kids left, I was disappointed, but I still couldn't help but enjoy the fact that someone could finally see me, after all this time. "I've been alone for so long," I said to the two boys. "It means so much that you can see me at all." I felt an overwhelming urge to hug them and I did. They hugged me back. "Who are you two anyway? You saved me all those years ago, I have to show my gratitude."

"Oh, don't worry. You will. Not yet, but you will," said the blonde boy. "I'm Peter Pan and this is Bacchus."

"Oh," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Just concepts come to life, just like me."

"In this world we're just ideas," said Bacchus, grinning. "But in our own worlds, we're very real."

"Your own worlds?" I asked and Peter shook his head.

"You'll understand eventually, for now, you have a mission. Santa approaches," said Peter and sure enough he was.

Santa Claus or North was less jolly than everyone always made him out to be. He was more intense and serious than his fictional counterparts and he wore a lot of fur. He looked down at me and frowned. "You're to be the new Guardian," he said decisively.

"I told you I didn't want..." I turned around to look at the two curly haired boys, but they were gone. I was so enjoying talking to them and hoped I would see them again.

"To join, yes," said North. He looked at me and sighed. "But there is a new threat, Jack. Children's dreams are under threat. Come with me, at least let me show you."

"Fine," I said, "But I won't be happy about it."

With that, we both disappeared and reappeared in the middle of North’s workshop. It was rather large with lots of little elves running around everywhere. A big map of the world appeared in the middle with lots of scary little black dots on it while different lines of toys ran through the building, getting ready for Christmas in less than a month. The Easter Bunny who was called Bunnymund, the Tooth Fairy who was called Toothiana, and the Sandman were all already there and they all looked at me curiously. North immediately directed my attention to the screen.

"Kids all over the world are starting to have disturbing dreams," said North, pointing to the black dots.

"Isn't this more his thing?" I asked, pointing at the Sandman.The Sandman nodded and started to form little pictures made of sand over his head, but I wasn't sure what he was trying to say.

"Yes, but Sandman can't seem to get through to their dreams," said North. "The disturbing thing is that they seem to like these dreams more than Sandman's dreams and don't want him back. They're losing their innocence Jack."

"And you really think I can help?" I asked, incredulous. I scoffed and shook my head. "Look, you guys don't want me. You're all hard work and deadlines! I'm... snowballs and fun times." I hit an unlucky elf who just happened to be passing by with my cane and it froze solid.

"That is precisely why we need you!" said Toothiana, floating towards me.

"You need to help them reclaim their sense of innocence Jack. You're good at that," said Bunnymund. "You don't take anything seriously."

"Don't you care about the children at all?" asked North and I do. I thought about Jamie and those neighborhood kids. There's always a kid like that who believes in me when nobody else does. If anything, I wanted to protect him.

"Yes," I said, nodding. "Fine, I'll do it, but only to help the kids. Then I'm gone. What do I need to do?" I asked and North nodded.

"Go back to your neighborhood and watch. The interloper lurks in the shadows, through the night. He is on his way there now, we can at least track him," said North. I looked up at the map and saw the big black dot making its way across the map, back towards my home town. Jamie now lives where I once did three hundred years ago, though the town sure has grown in that time.

"I'll protect them," I said and North gave me a big approving smile.

"Welcome to the team," North said and with that, he used his magic to send me back to where he first picked me up, only now it was night. I must have spent longer with the Guardians than I thought.

The street was still dark thanks to my freezing the power lines and I grinned, enjoying the headaches I've caused for the adults. I knew exactly where Jamie lived and went to that house, stepping through the wall and standing at his bed, watching him as he slept. He really was very cute. He reminded me of myself and not just because he looked like me. On his desk were books about unexplained mysteries including one about me.

I stepped closer and knelt down, weaving a few snowflakes that I blew into his ear. Jamie smiled in his sleep and turned over. I was hoping to protect him specifically from whatever dreams invaded his mind. Only, when I looked up, there he was. The man who would soon come to dominate my life.

He looked at me curiously. "You can see me?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yes. I can. You must be the one that Peter and Bacchus are obsessed with. Well, I can see why. You have a lovely body. It will be even lovelier when unwrapped," he said, stepping towards me. I stepped back hesitantly and looked down at Jamie.

"Oh him? I'm just going to make him feel good," said the man. "Surely you don't object to that."

"Leave him alone!" I said, trying to be brave, but he tossed me aside with magic. I tried to freeze him or put up an ice wall or something, but he could not be stopped by anything. He just continued moving forwards.

"Who are you?" I asked and the man turned back to me just as he was starting to kneel next to Jamie.

"You can call me, the Master," he said as he started weaving some magic of his own by Jamie's ear.

Jamie started moaning in his sleep and smiled. A little tent appeared pushing the covers up in the middle of the bed. "What did you do to him?" I asked even as Jamie kept moaning. "You're hurting him!"

"Just the opposite, I made him feel good, like I said," said the man who called himself Master. "He has no idea the extent of how much he can feel, but I am teaching him. I will teach all of them."

"Why?" I asked as I stood up and looked over at Jamie.

"Because I can, of course. Because it's fun. And because it's inevitable," said the man. "And I wanted you." He seemed like he was going to use his magic powers again, perhaps to capture me, so I took off, flying through the walls of the house and trying to escape from him. He didn't seem to have followed me, but I looked back just in case. Fortunately, the man was not there.

The next day, there were several boys who didn't show up to play with the other kids, including Jamie. I searched for him, concerned about what that man might have done to him. I went up to his bedroom and saw him staring at his laptop. He didn't seem to be moving, just clicking incessantly. He had a hand on his crotch and he was rubbing himself slowly. It was only when I looked at the laptop that I got an idea of what was happening.

Several pictures of naked men and boys kept popping up over and over again. Even videos started playing of naked boys doing things to each other. I wasn't entirely sure why he was looking at this. I had left sexuality behind after becoming Jack Frost, you see. I hadn't yet rediscovered it, though that certainly was to be my destiny. Jamie had pulled out his own cock and was slowly stroking it, mesmerized by the images on the screen. I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I quickly fled, flying back outside of the house and looking down at the younger children playing in the snow below.

"Hello again," said a voice beside my ear and I quickly spun around in mid air, jumping at the voice. "I didn't mean to scare you." It was Peter Pan, flying next to me with his hands behind his head, grinning. I wondered if he had any other expression than a grin.

"You! You're in league with that man!" I said, eyes widening. "I trusted you two."

"Yes, you could say that," Peter said, and I tried to fly away from him as fast as I could.

"Now don't be like that," said Peter, keeping up with me. "We only wanted to make the kids feel good. Don't you want them to feel good?"

"Not like that... like whatever you're doing," I said, naively. I didn't understand at all what was going on. "They don't want to have fun anymore. Jamie won't leave his room."

"Oh but they do want to have fun, just a different kind of fun," said Peter. "Believe me, I know all about fun. Sometimes you're throwing snowballs and fighting pirates and then sometimes you're on top of each other grinding your hard cocks against each other's butts. It's all fun to me."

My eyes widened at that and I kept going. I didn't know where I was going, I was just trying to get away from this boy as fast as I could. "You're corrupting them. They're losing their innocence."

"Sure, and is that a bad thing?" asked Peter and I finally stopped. I could tell that I couldn't outrun him, so I might as well confront him. I raised my staff and tried to touch him, to freeze him out of the sky, but he was too quick for that. He flew around my staff, easily dodging it. "You're not going to hit me, I'm too fast," said Peter, grinning.

It went on for a bit as I tried to hit him and he gracefully avoided every attack. He seemed to be a natural at flying, even better than me, and I had been doing it for three hundred years. Fortunately, at just that moment, the other four Guardians appeared and surrounded me in the sky. They were all on North’s sleigh, which flew through the sky being pulled by his reindeer. North drove the boy away with his sword, swinging it in his general direction even as Peter avoided all of his attacks as well.

Finally, he just flew off and I landed in the sleigh, grateful. "They're corrupting the kids by making them feel good. I think. Jamie was tugging his cock and staring at naked pictures of men on his laptop." I wasn't entirely sure what was going on there, still.

"Oh, this is worse than I thought," said North as he drove the sleigh back to the workshop. "This might be irreversible."

When we arrived, North explained what was happening. Sexuality. It was something that I had completely forgotten over the centuries. I was once a human boy and had once had sexual desires, but I had never been able to fully explore them before I died and in the rush of what I became, I forgot about them completely. I didn't experience sexuality at all anymore. I had the parts, but they didn't work like that.

"Perhaps we can't fight it," said Toothiana. "Perhaps kids will always fall into sexuality."

"Nonsense," said Bunnymund. "There must be some way to stop them from losing their innocence."

The Sandman made a series of sand images above his head and once again I couldn't quite make out what he was trying to say.

"What Sandy means," said North, "is that if we can figure out a way to break into their dreams, he could give them good dreams again instead of sexual dreams. If anyone could do that, it's you, Jack."

I looked at him with wide eyes and nodded. I felt determined to actually accomplish this. I wasn't sure what was happening to Jamie, but I wanted to save him and protect him. I wanted to have fun with him like we used to.

So I asked North to transport me back. I had to figure out a way to help Jamie. I knew I could get him to see the joy of winter again. So I blew into Jamie's room, floating through the walls once again and blew some cold wind into Jamie's face. He looked up from his laptop and his cock for a few moments, looking out the window and seeing his friends playing in the snow. Jamie blinked a couple times, as if he had just come out of a stupor, but kept looking at the laptop anyway.

"Come on Jamie!" I shouted. I formed a little winter cloud in my hand and put it over his head once again. The snow fell on him and he looked up, eyes wide, but moved out of the way and kept looking at the laptop.

"He can't hear you," said a voice. This time, it was the boy with the laurel crown: Bacchus. Bacchus walked over to Jamie and looked him up and down. "He has a nice cock, don't you think?"

My eyes went wide and I aimed my staff at Bacchus, ready to hit him and freeze him with it. "Stay back!" I exclaimed.

"Why? Afraid we'll corrupt you too?" Bacchus asked, grinning. "You know, you really are perfect. You, like Pan and I, like to have a particular kind of fun. You like to cause mischief and stir up trouble. So do we. But there's a certain mischief you haven't discovered yet. We want to help." He stepped towards me and I stepped back. With a simple wave of his hand, the ice staff fell out of my hands and onto the floor. I tried to run away, but Bacchus was too quick. He had me on the ground, straddling my body. "I give you the gift that I didn't give you all those centuries ago, but now I freely give. The gift of sexuality." He ran a hand through my hair and my eyes went wide again.

Instantly my cock was rock hard and I felt the hormones flow through me. "Ahhh..." I moaned as I looked up into Bacchus's eyes. I saw him with new eyes now. He was beautiful. His long curly hair accentuated his features and made him appear more beautiful. I pushed up to kiss him. I had never done that before. I'd never kissed anyone. But he kissed me back and it was the most wonderful sensation I'd ever felt.

Bacchus lowered his hand down to my crotch and rubbed my hard cock. I felt pleasure shoot through my body for the first time in three hundred years and I moaned quite loudly. I didn't know how to take that. "That is what Jamie is feeling right now," said Bacchus, looking me in the eyes and smiling. "That is why he's stuck to his computer screen not wanting to leave his room."

I looked over at Jamie and smiled. I felt such overwhelming sympathy and empathy for him, especially when Bacchus stroked my crotch once again and I moaned. He waved his hand and I was suddenly completely naked, not even wearing my blue hoodie and pants anymore. I had never taken off my clothes before. Unlike humans, I and my clothes never grew dirty and I never needed to wash so I never needed to take them off. They were a part of me. Now, though, they felt like an encumbrance. My cock popped up needily and Bacchus immediately went to work on it. He took the whole thing in his mouth immediately and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I moaned loudly as I came almost instantly, screaming in pleasure.

It was then that Jamie seemed to notice something going on because he quickly pulled his pants back up and got up from his desk, closing the laptop. When he came around the corner of his bed, he actually saw us. Me cumming wildly and Bacchus with his lips around my cock. Jamie's eyes went wide and I didn't notice him until my orgasm finally subsided after what felt like an eternity of pleasure.

I looked up into his eyes and blinked. He stared at me blankly, eyes wide. "Jamie?" I asked and Jamie nodded, mouth wide open. "You can see me?" and he nodded again. Bacchus waved his hand and my clothes reappeared. "You can see him too?"

"What are you two doing in my room?" Jamie asked, eyes still wide, mouth still hanging open.

"I'm trying to protect you," I said as Bacchus ran a hand over my crotch. I tried to say 'protect,' but it came out as sort of a low moan.

"Are you... Jack Frost?" Jamie asked and I nodded, moaning from the touches. "And who is he?"

"Bacchus," said the boy with the laurel crown, "God of wine and revelry and orgies." Jamie raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh don't worry. You'll find out what all that is eventually." He grinned.

"No, you don't get to have him. I'm protecting him," I said suddenly, jumping up from off the floor and standing in front of Jamie. I wasn't sure what I was thinking.

Bacchus laughed. He laughed whole heartily. "You're trying to protect him? From what?" Bacchus went over to the window and threw it open so that Peter Pan could fly in. Indeed, it seemed like when Bacchus wanted him, he would appear. Perhaps they were inseparable.

I thought about this question as Peter landed in the room and I looked at him, my cock throbbing in my pants. Both of these boys were insanely attractive to me. I had never had sex with anyone before Bacchus sucked me off and I didn't know how to process it. I just knew I had to protect Jamie.

Unfortunately, Jamie was currently rubbing his hard cock on my clothed butt right at that moment. I turned around. "Jamie? I'll stop this. I promise. I will keep you safe!"

"Safe from what?" Jamie asked and I tried to back up, but he kept going, rubbing his hard cock on my butt.

"From THIS!" I emphasized, waving my hands helplessly. I didn't know what I was doing or how to stop it. "It's all wrong. You lost your innocence!"

"But it feels good, so how can it be wrong?" Jamie asked and I had to admit that I didn't really have an answer. "I've always believed in you Jack and now that I see you I know that I want this with you. I want to do what I dreamed of doing last night." He stepped in front of me and kissed me gently and pushed his erect cock against my own throbbing cock.

"Mmmmphh..." I moaned into the kiss, surprised by the sudden assault. I had done it to Bacchus, sure, but it was entirely different to have someone kiss me. Jamie was quickly pulling the rest of his clothes off while he helped me out of my own meager clothes as well. Bacchus and Peter were already naked, of course, and making out with each other.

My cock throbbed again as Jamie took it into his hand and began to play with it, jerking it off. If this was what we were fighting, it seemed like we had no way to defeat it. I thought that I should probably just surrender to the inevitable. There was no way that any kid, once they felt this, would ever want to go back to a world without it. Jamie took my cock in his mouth, like Bacchus had, and began to suck on it. "I've been watching a lot of videos," Jamie said when he pulled his mouth off, "And I want you to put it in my butt."

"There's a couple of spells first," said Bacchus. He used them, making Jamie's hole clean and lubing up my cock. Bacchus, it seemed, was well on his way to fucking Peter as well, using those same spells. Bacchus taught me how to line up my cock and push into Jamie's hole when Jamie laid down on the bed. He cried out in pain when I pushed into him and I moaned as I had never felt anything so pleasurable in my life. The incredible tightness was too much to bear and I felt myself cum yet again, pushing rope after rope of cum into Jamie's ass. I still kept moving forward, even as I experienced so much intense sexual pleasure. My body shivered as I buried my cock deep in him.

At the time I didn't know about refractory periods and, indeed, I would never have to deal with them, thank goodness. I was not mortal and so my body did not need a moment to recover after orgasm like humans did. Even if I was, the Harem would constantly give me energy to allow me to keep fucking. I was able to keep going, fucking into Jamie's hole hard and fast now, frantically seeking my pleasure. Jamie moaned under me now and was grinding his little cock against the bed spread, trying to get himself off. It didn't take long for him to cum either while I came a second time, our pleasured moans and sobs intermixing as we, two completely sexually inexperienced boys, gave each other pleasure for the first time.

Bacchus and Peter were cumming just as we were as well. They collapsed on the bed right next to us and the four of us just stared at each other and started kissing. I couldn't believe what I was missing. "Wait a minute. You could have given that to me three hundred years ago! Why didn't you?" I asked, outraged at Bacchus.

"You were not yet ready," said Bacchus. "You needed to explore your powers first before we gave you that gift."

I still had my arms around Jamie, holding him protectively. I definitely didn't entirely accept that answer, but it was hard to dampen the glow that I currently felt. I kissed Jamie repeatedly, holding him tight. "My one believer," I said, smiling down at him. Jamie smiled at me too and kissed me repeatedly.

"I always wanted to believe in you all: gods, spirits, monsters, but I never really thought you were real. It was only when I heard you moan, Jack, that I truly started to believe," said Jamie reflectively, putting a hand on my cheek.

"Well we certainly have a place for you in the Harem," said Peter. He grinned at Jamie and put a hand on his chest.

"You know that boy you were jerking off to a second ago?" asked Bacchus. "You know, before you saw us. That's Sora. He is, indeed, very real and very hot and very horny all the time. The art doesn't do him justice." He winked at Jamie and Jamie blushed. I didn't know who this 'Sora' was, but he sounded hot.

When we left the next day, the three of us went to the Guardians to explain the situation. "It's inevitable," I told them. I stood in the middle of North’s workshop and explained the situation. "Once they feel pleasure, they're not going to go back to being innocent. But that's ok!" I said emphatically while the other four looked at me strangely. "I felt it myself. It was incredible. Nobody would want to feel that and then not live with it anymore."

"I was only hastening the inevitable," said another voice and I turned around, surprised, to see the man yet again as he appeared from nowhere in the middle of the workshop. North immediately had out his sword while Bunnymund had out his boomerang. Toothiana held twin swords, one in each hand and the Sandman held a whip. I held up my hands.

"It's you," I said, looking at him, finally understanding what he had been getting at.

"It is," said the man. "I am known simply as the Master. Please, put your weapons away, you can't hurt me. I have been giving the boys of your world a great gift. Their own sexualities. You see, this is inevitable when a boy reaches a certain age. He becomes more and more obsessed with his cock. I only hastened the process a little bit."

The Master stopped his little speech and turned towards me. He grinned and I nodded. It made a certain sense. "We can't stop this. The best we can do is make the kids feel as good as possible."

When we left the Guardians in North’s workshop to contemplate what the Master had said, I looked up at him. He seemed to be associated with Peter and Bacchus. They deferred to him the whole time when he talked to them. "I believe we're done here," said the Master to Peter and Bacchus and they both nodded.

"This is where you wanted to take me," I said to Bacchus and he nodded. The two of them looked at me and grinned.

"Jack Frost, what a treasure you are," said the Master, looking at me up and down like the two curly haired boys had done. "I travel throughout time and space and alternate dimensions in my home. I have many boys who travel with me as my slaves. I give them pleasure beyond their wildest dreams. I want you to be a part of it."

"More importantly, I want you to be a part of it," said Bacchus.

"And so do I," said Peter. Both boys had grabbed one of my hands and had pulled me close, starting to kiss me all over.

"I don't have a choice do I?" I asked and the Master shook his head.

"No, you do not. But if you come willingly, it will be a lot easier for you. And these two would love you for it," said the Master.

"I just want to request that I get to bring Jamie with me," I said and the Master nodded.

"Of course. Though I think he might like to see this one..." the Master stepped inside the big blue box that had appeared right next to him and a few moments later stepped out with a naked boy wearing nothing but a collar with spikey, brown hair. He was absolutely gorgeous, my cock hardened just to look at him.

"What is it, Master?" the boy, whom I would later learn was called Sora, asked and the Master just laughed.

"You'll see," he said. They all disappeared and reappeared in Jamie's room where Jamie looked at them all with wide eyes.

"You're back!?" he asked and when he saw Sora he gasped again. He immediately went over and started playing with Sora's body, running his hands all over it and rubbing his crotch. He immediately started rubbing Sora's cock and Sora was responding, getting harder with the younger boy's touch.

I watched Jamie with a smile on my face and leaned into Peter and Bacchus. I wondered what more we could do with each other. If they were like me, we could cause all sorts of chaotic mischief. I wondered if there would be much room for that in the Harem.

The Master produced a collar out of thin air that he grabbed from the air and put on my body. Just as the blue and gray collar touched my neck, my clothes faded away. It said "Jack Frost." I put a hand to it and gulped while Peter and Bacchus grinned. Peter high fived me while Bacchus patted me on the butt and kissed me. My now freed cock grew painfully erect.

The Master made a collar for Jamie as well, manifesting it out of the air. It swirled for a moment before turning blue. He put it on Jamie's neck and it said "Jamie Bennett."

Jamie was starting to hump Sora's ass and the Master was helping to teach him how to fuck a boy. He was very quickly learning as he pushed his little cock into Sora's hole.”You really just used me as bait didn’t you?” asked Sora, sighing.

“Yup!” exclaimed the Master happily as he watched, grinning.

“It worked,” said Jamie, too turned on to care as he fucked Sora’s ass.

In the meantime, while I stood there watching, Bacchus had pushed his cock into my hole and I moaned with pain and pleasure when it went in. It felt completely different and new. I had done this to Jamie yesterday and now it was my turn to experience it. I clung to Bacchus shoulders as he started to fuck me, picking up the pace. I moaned loudly as he kept going and then something even more unexpected happened. Peter pushed back against me and grabbed my hard, throbbing cock. He pushed it into his own ass and pushed back against me rapidly. I was soon in the middle being forcibly fucked and fucking.

I was overwhelmed with nothing but positive feelings. I was massively turned on and filled with pleasure from both ends. My hard cock throbbed and I started cumming inside of Peter, but that definitely didn't stop me. I moaned and kissed Peter passionately as I fucked him and got fucked by Bacchus. I felt love and affection for all of the boys in the room right now and I knew I wanted more. I had never really belonged anywhere. Nobody knew me or believed in me. For three hundred years I was always alone. But now, I belong somewhere. Now I have a family. I loved them and they loved me. And that was only the beginning.

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Carlos stood on the platform, facing the audience. He wore a collar, a bow tie, a stylish red and white open vest, and tight leather pants that showed off the curve of his ass and legs. Otherwise, he was barefoot. On the platform stood several hot looking young boys and young adults. They all stood naked with their hands tied behind their backs to a pole. They were lashed into three different poles and there were about fifteen of them in total, five on each pole. While there were female slave auctions, Carlos would not be neaer those. No, Harry had put Carlos in charge of this particular male slave auction. He watched the crowd closely, trying to pay attention to which way they looked. The looks of lust in their eyes was obvious.

While the island did not have a lot of money to go around, Harry wanted to have all of it. He would be the king of this dreary little prison and Carlos would help him get there. As they abducted villain kids, the villains naturally had something to say about it, but they could never challenge Harry, Uma, and their pirates so they usually gave their kids up for lost. If they were strong, they wouldn't have been caught in the first place after all. Plus, most of the villains were clients. Carlos had already had a talk with his mother when she found out he was running the auction and Cruella understood that it was what he wanted.

Indeed, Jafar had recently lost his own son Jay, Carlos' best friend and hopeless crush. Jafar was here at the auction, browsing the boy flesh on display. He waved at Carlos who waved back. There was Hades, of course, he always came out to these auctions. As were Gaston and Dr. Facillier.

Carlos started calling out prices to the crowd and they responded entusiastically, the bidding going higher and higher for particularly beautiful boys. There was less of a desire to big on the older young adults, only because of the fear of losing control of them and having them run away, or worse, attack their owners. Still, Carlos did get bites, particularly from those who had access to magic. Jafar was hypnotizing a couple to carry his bags while Dr. Facilier was controlling one of them with voodoo.

Harry was trying to make slavery a status symbol thing on the island. The more slaves you had, the better you were. It was working. The villains competed with each other over who could have more slaves, which ultimately led to more profits for Harry and Uma. Still, no matter how much money they had, they didn't think that Mal and Evie would be inclined to hand over the wand, not just for money. No, they had to trade Ben. Carlos knew that was going to inevitably lead to a confrontation when Harry refused to give him up.

Carlos walked back and forth along the platform, grinning at the audience. He made sure to show off his open chest and his crotch. He had a couple more slaves to sell when someone rather important came forwards. It was Captain Hook himself, Carlos' Master's dad. Carlos grinned at him, only for Captain Hook to point at him directly. "I want you Carlos DeVille."

"I am not for sale," Carlos said and Captain Hook stalked forwards, grabbed Carlos around the neck and looked him over. Carlos's cock instantly went hard and he looked up at Hook lustfully. "You know that..." Carlos managed to wheeze out. The crowd was paying attention now. "I belong to your son...." Carlos started rubbing his crotch on Hook's leg. Embarrassing and pathetic, sure, but he was a slave- nobody expected anything different.

"Oh I know," Hook said, looking down on Carlos and frowning. He threw Carlos to the floor of the platform, letting him choke and cough for air. "You would be the crown jewel in any collection. I can't blame him." He did, however, kick Carlos a couple of times before buying the last remaining slave. "He has good taste."

The auction was just finishing clearly out when someone spoke behind him. "Good form, with those slaves," a boy said. He was clearly younger than Carlos maybe thirteen or fourteen. He had blonde curly hair and was very pretty. Carlos was surprised that he had avoided getting captured by now.

"You think so?" Carlos asked, packing up all the equipment. He had a bag just for whips.

"Yeah," said the boy, grinning. "Your whipping was excellent. Though you need some work on your form."

"What? Are you volunteering?" Carlos asked, raising an eyebrow. He was wondering what this kid was up to. He could probably just grab the boy and throw him in a cage. Harry would be proud. He was pretty, he'd probably sell really well. Carlos took a step forwards threateningly and the kid didn't move.

"It's good practice for where you're going," said the boy. Carlos raised an eyebrow again. He was starting to get annoyed now. He really did want to grab the boy. "He has his eye on you...." the boy sang out while grinning. Carlos stepped forwards again and reached out his arms...

...and the boy vanished. There he was one second and the next he was gone. Carlos wondered if he had imagined it. It was the most likely explanation, though given where they were there were all sorts of possibilities. He could have been made invisible. He could have died and been reincarnated as a grasshopper. He cold have been spirited away by another magic user. Regardless of what happened, it didn't do anything to put Carlos at ease. He shook his head and kept going, trying to ignore it. Harry didn't need to know that it happened. It wasn't relevant to anything. Carlos just knew Harry was going to be proud of how much money he made today. Carlos had little doubt that Harry would want to confront his dad later too.

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"WELCOME!" Harry shouted, holding his arms out. He looked out at the two girls and grinned at them. There were two other boys with them. One with long blonde hair and another with brown skin and dark hair. Uma stepped in front of him.

"Finally!" she said, laughing. Harry went over to the plank where a naked Ben stood with his hands tied, ready for Harry to push him in. Jay was tied to the mast just behind him, also naked. Carlos stood beside him. He was the only one of the three of them that was clothed, in his sexy auctioneer outfit he wore earlier that day with the open vest and tight pants. Harry wasn't entirely sure of Carlos' true sympathies, of course, but he was betting on Carlos standing with him after the way he reacted. Carlos wouldn't care about Uma or Gil or the magic wand, he'd want to stay with Harry.

Harry held his hook in his hand and ran it along Ben's cheek. "Carlos you traitor!" shouted Mal and Carlos just shrugged. Ben looked very scared, looking between Mal and Harry, knowing that Harry could and would fuck him again, perhaps even in front of Mal just to humiliate him.

"I'm sorry Mal, Evie, I just have to follow my dreams," Carlos said, hanging his head. He felt ashamed, but Harry motioned for him to come over.

"Carlos has found his true place in life as my bitch," Harry said, laughing. Uma laughed too.

"Enough with the pleasantries," Uma said, glaring at Mal. "Give us the wand and we'll give you the king. Simple. Make the trade or he walks the plank." Harry looked over at Uma and winked. Of course Uma had no idea that Harry had no intention of honoring the trade. Sure, he'd take the wand, but there was no way he'd give over his favorite slave.

"Why are they naked?" Evie asked, glancing at Ben and Jay and trying to look anywhere but at their cock and balls. Ben looked up at her sadly, but then looked down again. "You didn't?"

"Didn't what girlie?" Harry asked, grinning from ear to ear. He put his arm around Ben's chest, pulling him close and licking his ear. Ben tried to pull away and looked down disgustedly. Carlos looked away in shame as well, getting hard just at the mention of what had happened. It was super obvious through his tight pants too.

"You did. You evil fucking bastard!" screamed Mal. "I'll kill you for that!" She started to run forwards, but Uma blocked her with her sword. The two boys stepped behind her, clearly wanting to run in too with their swords, but Mal stopped them. They looked with disgust at Harry who only saw two more potential slaves. He wondered who they were.

"Ah ah ah, if you want the king, you have to hand over the wand," said Uma, glaring at Mal. "Unless you want him tossed to the sharks RIGHT NOW. I'm not playing with you."

"He raped them, the deal's off," said Mal with disgust in her voice. "I don't negotiate with rapists."

"Oh well, push him overboard then Harry!" Uma called and Harry laughed. He held Ben by his collar and pushed him towards the edge of the plank, going so far as to force one of his feet off the board. He looked pleadingly at Harry.

"Please don't, not again!" Ben cried, looking at Harry and Mal. "Uma please! I'll give you a chance, you can have your say, just please don't!" Harry held him steady and waited for the nod from Uma. Naturally, Harry had people set to rescue Ben and drag him under the dock the moment he dropped him into the water. He wasn't losing his precious slave.

"No don't!" cried Jay about the same time that Carlos stepped forwards and cried out "No!" Harry slapped Carlos across the face so hard that he ended up on his knees on the deck. He moaned when he was slapped. Harry could just feel Carlos' erection as he stood back up, sure enough it was visible through the outline of his pants.

"Did I give you permission to speak slave?" Harry asked. "I didn't ask for your opinion now did I?"

"Sorry Master," said Carlos, head down. He didn't want to look at anyone here. Not Harry, not Uma, not Jay or Ben, and especially not Mal.

"Fine," Mal said, looking with concern at Carlos and Ben. Uma held up a fist, telling Harry to hold.

"Silly king. YOU are going to give ME a chance? Hah, ok," Uma laughed. Mal stepped forwards, holding out the wand.

"Whatever you do is going to be a lose lose Mal!" Ben said, just as Harry was pulling him back. "They're not going to honor the deal. I think Harry wants to keep me." Harry sneered and put his arm around Ben's chest again, running his hand along Ben's naked body, grabbing his cock and balls to show just how easily he could manhandle this little king.

"I need a guarantee that you'll hand him over," Mal said, stepping back suddenly.

"Of course we will, WON'T WE Harry?" Uma looked at him seriously, trying to pressure him. It was clear that she was starting to realize Ben was right. Harry wouldn't turn him over. What Uma also didn't know, though, was that if it came to a coup, Harry had more support amongst the crew. Let her try to pressure him, he would win.

"Naturally my captain," Harry said, making an exaggerated mock bow. He still didn't take his arm off of Ben though, pulling him closer in the process. He put a hand on Ben's butt, just to make sure Ben knew what place he was in. He put his head on Ben's shoulder and pouted before grabbing Ben's chin with his hand and pulling his head towards Mal's direction. "I would hate to lose such a beautiful toy, but needs must," Harry said in a sarcastic sad voice.

Uma looked like she didn't believe him, and neither did Mal. The two boys glared at him, clearly wanted to fucking kill him for raping the king. Harry didn't recognize them. Perhaps they were from Auradon. That would be just like Mal, bringing in little good guys like that. Little good guys who would quickly become his slaves when this was all over.

"Such a big fuss over something like this," said a voice as if from nowhere. All of a sudden, the wand flew out of Mal's hand, floating above everyone. Mal gasped and both she and Uma jumped for it, but it was quickly out of their grasp. At the same time Ben started to float up and off the plank. Harry tried to hold on to him, but he went flying upwards. Harry growled, looking around for the source of the magic while Ben looked confused and scared.

"Put me down!" Ben yelled, wide eyed. Harry had to agree with his slave for once.

"Give him back RIGHT NOW!" Harry shouted, looking around at the air. He jumped up on the ropes as close to Ben as he could get, trying to reach for him. "I WILL FUCKING GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH!" He wasn't playing now. Ben was his by right. Uma looked at Harry and rasied her eyebrows and he glared at her angrily. It didn't matter that she knew he wouldn't give up Ben. They were beyond that now.. She had better not be doing this. Harry would kill her too if she stood in his way. He very much so didn't want to do that. He loved Uma like a sister. But she would not take his slaves from him.

"And someone like this. I get it, he's pretty. He'll make a fine addition to my Harem," said the voice, now getting closer. The wand and Ben floated next to each other. "But is he really worth all this?" Mass chaos ensued. The pirates charged while Uma and Harry stepped back. Mal and her allies were suddenly pinned down, forced to fight.

"Did you do this?" Harry growled at Uma and Uma shook her head, her hair flapping about.

"You know me better than that Harry," Uma growled back and Harry suddenly smiled, eyes widening and he bowed.

"Of course my captain. I should never have doubted you," Harry said, taking Uma's hand in his own and kissing it. Uma quickly yanked her hand away.

"But I should have doubted you. I should have known you never would have given up the king," Uma said, disgust in her voice.

"Ah yes," agreed Harry. "You should have. He suffers so beautifully." Indeed, Ben was suffering beautifully now. He was floating just above the water and something was making him scream. Harry had no idea what it was, but the way Ben's naked body writhed in agony was very sexy. Harry just wished HE was the one making Ben scream. He needed to figure out a way to get Ben back. The battle was raging now, swords were clinging and it was rather chaotic. Mal ran at Uma and she was forced to defend herself, putting up her own sword.

"GIVE HIM BACK!" Mal screamed and Uma shook her head.

"I'M NOT DOING IT YOU IDIOT!" Uma shouted back, but Mal clearly was not buying it as she picked up the attack.

Harry jumped away from the two of them. He looked for Carlos and saw him standing near Jay. He better not turn on Harry in the heat of the battle. He considered just tying Carlos up for now, but Carlos was his alpha slave. He would carry out his Master's orders. Even if he just comforted the boy he loved.

So Harry looked around in the crowd for the possible source of the magic and... there. It was a slight shimmer, but Harry could make it out. He ran past the fighting on the gangplank, holding his sword out for defense and ran towards the shimmer. If he was lucky, whoever it was would be distracted for long enough that he could get a little closer.... And... Harry closed his arm around the shimmer and held the sword up as close as he dare. "Turn that shimmer off magician and give me back my slave or I'll gut you."

The shimmer faded revealing a man, but he was a rather powerful looking man. He held a wand and stood taller than most people on the battlefield. He held his wand at Ben and it was clear that he had taken control of the trading objects. A number of other shimmers existed on the battlefield too and Harry looked around as he saw several boys materialize out of nowhere around the man. One of them, a blonde boy with curly hair, held his wand up towards Harry.

"Let him go," said the boy in an adolescent voice. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Or what pint size?" Harry asked, barring his teeth at the kid. He was not about to be intimidated by a kid. Only, he soon had no choice. The pain was unbearable. Almost instantaneously, every single bit of his body was on fire with pain. He screamed and dropped to his knees, dropping the sword.

The man was speaking, but Harry couldn't hear it or understand it. All he could understand was the pain. He kept screaming. His entire world was reduced to the horrible pain receptors that tortured his entire being. And then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Harry's eyes went wide and he stared up at the sky, breathing heavily. Astonishingly, the battle was still happening. Things were happening around him that weren't just pain and misery and pain.

"...like this one," said the man, but Harry barely comprehended it. He looked up and breathed, trying to recover from the horrible onslaught he had just suffered.

"This world has such beautiful boys Master!" said the blonde boy. Harry kept breathing and finally managed to sit up.

"Indeed, it does," said the man, his eyes clearly wandering over the battle. Harry managed to bring himself to stand, shaking unsteadily. Harry looked back towards the ship where Carlos was looking at him with concern, trying to run through the battle towards him. Jay was still struggling, trying to get the attention of someone Mal's side to help him. And Ben was still screaming while floating over the water.

"Give me back my slave magician!" Harry demanded. He didn't care how powerful the man and these boys were. They had stolen from him and he'd gladly endure more pain to maintain his personal harem of slaves.

"Your slave?" asked the man with amusement. "I think you'll find he's my slave. As are you."

Harry sneered at the man and tried to grab for his wand. Only the man was too quick, disappearing from where he was standing only to reappear behind Harry. Another spell made Harry freeze in the air, completely solid. He could still move his face: look around, breathe, talk, but he couldn't move any of the rest of his muscles. He would have collapsed if another spell had not kept him in place.

"Let's talk," said the man, stepping back to look at Harry's form. He put a hand on Harry's cheek and used his wand to begin stripping Harry, like Harry stripped his own slaves. He glared at the man the entire time, not saying a word at his own humiliation.

It was only then that he heard Carlos call out "Master!" He was running through the fighting with Mal and her side looking at him with disgust. He knocked the brown skinned boy down and came running towards the magic users, trying to intercept them.

The man had his hand on Harry's cock and balls now. Harry was still glaring at him, refusing to take the bait. "You are so beautiful. You should sell yourself," the man laughed. Carlos managed to make it to the younger boy with a wand, but he soon found himself floating up and in the air as well.

"I like this one too Master. He has a lot of courage," said the boy, grinning as he used his magic to wave the boy around.

"Courage? Or stupidity?" asked the man, laughing again. Carlos was yelling out for Harry and Harry could do nothing about it. Everything had gone horribly wrong.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, glaring at the man even as he continued to run his hands along Harry's naked body.

"Why you. Of course. All of your pretty boys." The man used his wand to bring Ben towards him. All eyes were on Ben and the wand which both drifted lazily towards the man. The fighting soon stopped by mutual agreement as they realized they had a common enemy. "I am a Master too. This is only one of my slaves. I have so many more."

"You think, perhaps, to edge in on the competition?" Harry asked, trying to understand why this man was doing this.

The man laughed in his face and Harry glared at him even harder. "You think I'm trying to take over your business? No. Not at all. In fact, I'm impressed by it. I have much higher amibitions than just a little island. I travel throughout all of time and space. I will be conquering entire planets and your abilities will be perfect."

"Wait, you want me to work for you?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised. What this man was saying was rather wild. He didn't quite know how to process the universal implications. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you'll have access to some of the best slaves in the universe. You can do whatever you want with them. Your slaves here are just the start," the man said, grinning. "Your life is about to change for the better Harry." Carlos was running at the blonde boy now as were the rest of the combatants. Only the boy was holding them off basically on his own, lazily shooting spells at them to knock them back or tie them up, laughing as he went.

Harry wasn't sure why he believed what the man was saying, but he was so powerful. He wanted to see what he was talking about firsthand before he made a decision. "What if I refuse?"

"I'm not really giving you a choice. I've got you by the... well... balls," said the man as he grabbed Harry's balls and squeezed. Harry groaned in pain. "But you will thrive with me in my Harem. I can promise you that." Harry glared at the man, unwilling to give him any amount of satisfaction.

"Master!" cried Carlos again and he managed to slip by the boy wizard who was fighting the rest of the army. The boy cursed when Carlos managed to get through, but he had to concentrate on the others. Carlos ran at the man, trying to grab his wand, but as he approached, he slowed down and moaned. He felt hte most overwhelming pleasure of his life being so close to the man.

"That's right," said the man, aiming his wand at Carlos now. "Submit to pleasure." Carlos was cumming in his tight pants, shooting over and over again, overwhelmed by orgasmic pleasure. Harry was finally able to move and tried to grab the man's wand, but the man was too quick. he soon found himself hog tied on the dock, unable to move right next to Ben. He glared at Ben, who seemed only to cower in fear at the new Master.

The boy was winning his battles now, slowly but surely getting everyone tied up and defeated. The Master helped out, using his own magic to subdue the rest of the combatants. "Now, where were we?" the Master asked. "Ah yes. Take them back to the ship." The Master proceeded to turn all the girls into boys, of course, and carried them with his magic one by one back towards his ship.

Harry moaned when he was picked up off the dock and finally untied. He flexed his aching muscles. It seemed like he had little choice but to go with the man for now. Perhaps he could figure out a way to get free later. The man escorted him last, hanging back with him until he went into the small warehouse on the edge of the dock where he had been leading the rest of the new slaves.

Harry immediately gasped when they entered. It was a lot bigger than what he had imagined. The room was massive and gorgeous. A giant control room with a large pillar coming down the center. Several rather gorgeous naked boys were beside it. They were playing: running around, hitting each other, even fucking each other. Harry looked between his own three slaves, pulling Ben, Jay, and Carlos close and kissing them. Gil stood beside him too and Harry kissed hi as well. This really was paradise.

"That's not all," said the Master. "There's loads more beauties where they came from." He grinned as he watched his slaves playing. "You can do whatever you like with them. As long as you can overpower them. You'll find that a lot of these boys are no pushovers."

Harry nodded, eyes on a particularly gorgeous boy with white hair who was zipping around the console room by creating ice wherever he stepped. "I'll do it," Harry said. "This is paradise."

"Oh, it is," said the Master, agreeing with his new slave. "There is only one stipulation. You must submit to me."

Harry looked at the Master and frowned. He'd never submitted to anyone his entire life. The idea physically repulsed him. He had made others submit, but never the other way round. He had a feeling, though, that this Master would force him to submit. So as not to lose face in front of his own slaves, he shook his head. "I will never submit. I will fight you for these slaves!"

The Master nodded, a bit of a smile forming on his face. He might have even understood. "Very well." The Master waved his wand and Harry found himself thrown against the wall. Harry grunted in pain, but the Master wasn't done yet. He used the torture curse on Harry again, making him scream and scream and scream until he lifted the curse. Harry looked up at the Master and frowned. He knew he had to endure this, but were appearances really worth it? He had to assume so. He had to become the most powerful here to dominate these boys.

The Master closed the gap quickly, a hand around Harry's throat, squeezing off his air just as he had with his own boys. It didn't take long at all before the Master had manifested a bed out of nowhere and pushed him onto it. It was clear he wanted the Harem to see Harry forced to submit. Harry preferred it that way too rather than just in a bedroom.

Harry had never actually been fucked by anyone. This was the first time. So he was surprised and pained when he felt the man's cock go up his ass. He screamed even though the man had lubed it up. The feeling made him want to turn around and claw the Master's eyes out. Harry did struggle, trying to attack his rapist, but the man was too strong, holding his arms behind his back.

Harry could do nothing but lie there and take it as the Master fucked him. He was being made to submit, which was better than submitting willingly, but it was rather painful. As the Master thrusted in and out of him, though, Harry couldn't help feeling something new: a painful pleasure. His body responded and his cock got hard. The pain was turning entirely into pleasure now. Harry had no way of knowing if it was just the magic of this place or the Master or if he really did enjoy getting fucked. It didn't matter. His body was on fire with pleasure now and he thrusted his ass back against the Master's cock.

The Master moved in and kissed Harry and Harry kissed back passionately. He was in his own little world. He didn't notice how the slaves were already feeling up the newbies. He only noticed his own pleasure as his cock got closer and closer to exploding with cum.

Indeed, the Master thrusted particularly hard into him and Harry felt it. Waves of pleasure washed over him and he screamed as his own cum hit the sheets and the floor. The Master came inside of him as well, filling Harry up with his seed. Harry had no way of knowing how to respond to this even though he'd done it to his own slaves many times, so he just clenched down, giving the Master even more pleasure.

When the Master pulled out, Harry groaned in disappointment. He felt empty, but his ass soon repaired itself, making him virginal again. He had no way of knowing that was what happened, of course, but he felt something happen. He looked at the Master with new eyes now. "Wow," he simply muttered.

"Indeed. That's only the beginning," said the Master. He stood up from the bed and lined up the new slaves, including Harry. The long haired blonde boy, whose name turned out to be Chad Charming (Harry snorted in laughter) got a collar as well as the brown skinned boy, Aziz. The girls, now boys, got collars: Evie, Mal, and Uma. Then Harry's own slaves got collars. Ben, Jay, and Carlos. Gil got a collar as well. Carlos seemed particularly giddy as he was getting fucked by a raven haired boy the entire time Harry got fucked by the Master. Harry knew both he and Carlos were going to enjoy this place.

Finally, the Master came to Harry himself. A collar appeared out of nowhere. The brown leather had a little engraving of a hook. Harry didn't need a hook, of course, but he liked the look of carrying it around. The Master put the collar around his neck and he looked up at the man, bowing his head respectfully. "I get it," Harry said. "This is my destiny. These little slaves don't know what's coming." He grinned, sticking out his tongue at the Master, who grinned and stuck out his tongue right back.

Carlos was already moving on to a boy with a laurel crown while Jay and Ben were forced into service by a pair of red headed twins. The orgy was getting into full swing now. Harry grabbed a passing mousey looking boy and began to make out with him. The boy squeaked when he was grabbed and submitted to Harry's touches rather quickly. Harry was already stroking his cock and pushing it into the boy, who moaned at the intrusion. Harry wasn't sure about this at first, but this was absolutely going to be amazing. Even if he had to submit to the Master every once in awhile, it was worth it for all of this.

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Luca breathed in deeply. This was it. This was the moment when all of his work and training over the course of his entire life would finally pay off. Butterflies fluttered in Luca’s stomach as he looked at the door in front of him. Torch light flickered along the way, casting eerie shadows over everything in the dark.

The other slave stood in front of Luca nodding. “Are you ready?” He went to the door, one hand on the handle.

Luca nervously pulled on his light silk tunic. That and the sandals that wound up his legs were the only direct pieces of clothing he was allowed as a palace slave. The fabric barely covered anything, only a small strap on one shoulder and a golden belt around the middle to hold it up. It ended about the middle of his thighs, leaving most of his legs bare.

His shoulder length sandy blonde hair glimmered in the torchlight as did his pale white skin. The curls delicately framed his soft face. While the silk tunic and the sandals were the only clothing he was allowed, he wore several pieces of jewelry. A golden circlet elegantly sat atop his curls, pinned into place. Large jade earrings hung from his ears and he had on several golden bracelets and anklets. His nipples had silver clamps, but only one nipple was exposed such that one could see the chain connecting to the hidden one.

Most importantly, Luca wore a shining golden choker around his neck, not a collar, NEVER A COLLAR. Luca would never presume to wear the ornamentation of his gods in such a sacreligious way. But he had earned this choker, showing that he had passed his training completely and earned his spot as a palace slave.

Luca looked nervously at the slave and then back at the door. He was ready. He had been training for this his whole life. There was nothing to be nervous about. He was confident. So he looked at the other slave one more time and nodded.

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Luca gazed up at the statue in the middle of the temple. It was their god, Edmund. The god of justice and the ruler of their planet. He looked up at the collar around Edmund’s neck and shivered, it was the sign of divinity. Every time he looked at this statue, Luca was always struck by how similar the statue looked to him. Their gods were, according to myth, from another planet, but they looked just like everyone else. More than that, most of the gods looked like boys, just like him. Or, at least, slightly older than him. Yet the gods were immortal. They had been on this planet for as long as humanity had existed and would be here long after humanity was gone. Luca could not imagine the being depicted before him living for all eternity, but he quickly banished such sacreligious thoughts.

The smell of incense filled the room which Luca found quite pleasurable. He breathed in deeply. The other boys looked at Luca curiously and so he knelt in prayer, as he always did when he came into the temple. Luca was always filled with awe when he looked into Edmund’s eyes. What was he thinking? Was he looking out at the stars? Looking out at the continents, the countries, the people? Did he know or care about Luca and the other slaves in training? He was said to be a benevolent god, loving and kind to the people. Luca always hoped he could one day be like Edmund, serving the people like him. Luca said a quick prayer to the god and stood up, leaving the temple behind.

The day was young and Luca had to attend his first classes of the day. He had musical training in the morning followed by posture, conversation, and then sexual positions at night. He was learning the piano, the harp, the guitar, the drums, the violin, and, of course, training his voice. Luca’s voice teacher always said he had the voice of an angel. Luca had a big recital performance tomorrow that would determine whether he passed the class. He already knew what song he was going to perform, but he felt jitters, afraid of failure. What if his instructors hated it? What if he failed and was sent back out into the world? He could hardly think of what that might mean. So he asked Edmund for strength in his performance.

The temple let out into a large garden. It was in the middle of the courtyard of the royal palace, seat of power for the planet.The palace was large and beautiful and set in isolation from the rest of the city. It was a small city unto itself with hundreds of people who lived and worked within it. The palace had a dome around it which was usually not noticeable. The residents could see the sky and feel the air clearly. But when the weather turned bad or a car flew a little too low, the barrier would shimmer just slightly.

Luca did not think very much about how he could not leave. Why would he want to leave? He was very lucky to be here, especially in the royal palace of the god himself. All boys were taken from their parents almost as soon as they were born to grow up in servitude. Luca did not know his parents, no boys did. When they were deemed old enough, the agents of the state would determine whether a boy would be fit to serve as a sex slave or not. If not, they would be assigned other slave labor until they were old enough to live for themselves, forced to give sex to anyone on the planet who wanted them. The special few, however, were assigned to a special sex slave school around the planet where they were trained for service.

The boy did not know any other life, of course, but he felt privileged. He could be on the streets, forced to work in factories or mines. He could be forced to work in the many boy prostitution or nightclubs throughout the planet. But instead, he was chosen as one of the few deemed beautiful enough to have potential as a slave.

It was not easy, of course. He was expected to learn quite a lot about etiquette, sex, posture, and quite a lot else besides, but it would be worth it to serve a Master who would truly appreciate him. Luca longed, more than anything, to have someone who would dominate him, to have a Master who would bring him into his world. He needed it. He craved it. Instruction. The feeling of being useful. So he worked hard, hoping that one day he would be truly possessed by a Master that loved him.

Before he made it to his voice lessons, however, the head master of the school, Master Maurizio, suddenly came through the gardens, directing the slaves into a line. He looked nervous as he assembled the slaves in training, lining them all up. Luca stood next to the older boy, Kairos. His heart fluttered to see Kairos, as it often did. Luca couldn’t help but glance surreptitiously at Kairos’s darker brown skin. They all wore scant loinclothes, of course, that barely concealed anything at all. So Luca tried to steal glances of Kairos’s muscled chest and his strong, toned legs. The way Kairos moved, his loincloth moved out of the way for just a few moments so that Luca could see the older teen’s cock and balls very briefly. Luca’s heart fluttered and he couldn’t help thinking about taking Kairos’s cock. Kairos looked back at him with the briefest of smiles before turning back towards the headmaster.

“On your best behavior boys. We have a very important guest,” Headmaster Maurizio said nervously. Several servants ran around the courtyard looking for anything or anyone out of place to put right. Luca considered who could make Master Maurizio, normally such an austere, strict man, into a nervous wreck like this.

Luca did not have to wonder for very long. The cloister around the walkway made it hard to see, but when he emerged, there was no mistaking that face. Luca saw it every day of his life. It was Edmund, the god of this world. Luca immediately got on his knees and knelt to the ground as did the other boys. Luca had no idea why a god would visit them of all people. They were just slaves.

Headmaster Maurizio walked alongside Edmund who surveyed the boys kneeling in front of him. Just like the statue, Edmund wore a collar on his neck with his name on it. According to the mythology, there was a god of all gods who raised up the gods, putting collars on them to signify their power. Luca was not sure if he believed that, but he did believe what he saw right in front of him. Edmund. Perhaps there was a god of gods because the collar really did exist after all.

“As you can see, the latest crop of slaves is coming along nicely. They are all obedient and docile,” said the Headmaster as Edmund walked through the garden, looking down on the boys. There were about thirty of them in total, those who had made it this far in their training. It was not easy, many boys washed out before the end of their first year. Luca had been training for three years already while Kairos had been training for five.

Looking down, Luca saw Edmund’s legs as he stopped right in front of him. Luca boldly looked up and Edmund caught his eye. The boy’s heart fluttered, his god was looking directly at him! That could be a good thing or a very bad thing. Fear suddenly gripped him where there had been none before. How could Luca even dare to make eye contact! More than that, though, was an overwhelming sense of awe at seeing one of the gods. He was as beautiful in person as Luca had imagined. Edmund smiled at him briefly and Luca looked back down, embarrassed to have caught the eye of the god. He would be punished for it later, he was sure, but for now he was perfectly ok with that, just to have looked into the face of a god.

“Yes, they look quite good. You’ve outdone yourself with these boys Maurizio,” Edmund complimented the man and turned around, walking back down the line. Maurizio shot Luca a stern look, but continued on with Edmund. “I suppose these will do nicely for our yearly quota.”

Luca did not look up. He was confused. He had no idea what that meant. What yearly quota? It was true that when slaves were deemed to have finished their training, they tended to disappear, but Luca did not know where they went. Perhaps that was related.

“Yes, we are on track to exceed estimates this year,” Maurizio said, bowing respectfully. Edmund walked back towards Luca, but he didn’t dare look up, even when Edmund stopped in front of Luca and stood there for a few moments.

“Yes…” Edmund said thoughtfully. And then the moment was over and the two of them had moved on, the inspection seemed to be over.

Luca let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He looked at Kairos curiously, who looked at him and smiled. “What just happened?” Luca asked as the boys all started to get up and go towards their classes.

“I don’t know,” Kairos said slowly. “I just know that he seemed to like you. He stopped in front of you twice.”

“No, he wouldn’t like me,” Luca said quietly. “I’m just a nobody.” Kairos pulled Luca away, finding a more isolated section of the garden behind some bushes.

“You’re not a nobody to me,” Kairos said with a smile. He pushed in and kissed the boy and Luca kissed back.

“Somebody will see us,” Luca said desperately. He wanted this, but relations between classmates were forbidden. They were supposed to save themselves for their eventual Masters. Even still, Luca wanted nothing more than to melt into Kairos’s arms as he wrapped them around Luca’s waist.

“It’s not fair,” Kairos moaned, holding his bottom lip out. “How do they expect us to be surrounded by so many beautiful naked boys and not let us touch them?” He kissed Luca again and again and Luca melted into it.

“You can’t, you have to focus on your training. Focus on pleasing your Master,” Luca said, without much conviction. Yes, he believed it. He had been trained his whole life for service to the Empire, but when it came down to the day-to-day reality, Luca found it difficult to follow all the rules. Especially when the older teen’s hands were strong and masculine and Luca wanted nothing more than to submit.

Kairos pulled back and sighed. Luca’s cock was rock hard in that moment under his small loincloth. He tried to pull it down ever so slightly to hide it, but Kairos was there first, touching him. Luca’s eyes widened and he pulled away. “No, we can’t….” he breathed. Not there. They weren’t even allowed to touch themselves there. Not without a teacher’s permission. “They’ll know if we can’t cum during class…”

“Then don’t cum,” Kairos said teasingly, running his hand under Luca’s loincloth and grabbing the boy’s cock openly. Luca immediately submitted to the older boy’s touch, wanting nothing more than to be desired like this. He moaned into it and Kairos ran his hand up and down, faster now.

Luca looked around, nervous about being seen. He got closer, but just as he was about to cum, he pulled back. Kairos only smirked at him as Luca screwed up his face, biting his lip in an attempt not to cum. “No no,” He moaned as he tried to think of something, anything that wasn’t sexy. “I have to go to singing lessons,” Luca moaned as he ran off, but still thinking about what Kairos had done to him. His cock did not go down at all, even when he got to lessons. Fortunately, it was thought of as normal for the slaves in training to have erections. Indeed, it was better if they did because it proved that they had not made themselves cum. Still, Luca suffered throughout the day because it would not go down and all he could think about was Kairos’s smirking face.

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He was calm. He was at peace. Nothing would disturb him. Luca focused on remaining perfectly still in his bondage. He had been hung from the ceiling by his arms and legs, the ropes supporting him underneath his body. This was one of his least favorite classes. Luca wanted to submit, of course, but being tied up he could do barely anything. He couldn’t touch. All he could do was hold still and endure the pain.

Fortunately, Luca had a strong endurance and pain threshold. He had been beaten as punishment, but also as part of class. He had been tied up in various painful positions. This one, in particular, was very difficult, the ropes digging into his skin, his arms and legs on fire. His hard cock poked uselessly through the ropes, unable to create any friction as he would have hoped. Still, he endured it as an important part of his training, knowing that it pleased his god.

Luca looked to his left to see Kairos tied up right next to him, which did nothing to help his desperately hard and now leaking cock. The way Kairos’s muscles struggled against the ropes made Luca all the more horny. Kairos noticed him looking and winked at him. Luca looked away, closing his eyes in desperation. Just a few more minutes and the exercise would be over.

Finally, the slaves in training were let down from the bondage and Luca lay on the floor panting, recovering from the pain. Still, he had managed it quite easily. Other slaves in training had failed out of training altogether if they could not show the proper endurance, but not Luca. He was determined to prove that he had what it took.

“Very good students,” said the instructor, a man in his mid twenties who had been a slave a decade ago, but had gone on to be an instructor. He knew what he was talking about. “We’ll try the hog tie position tomorrow. Don’t forget to practice your knots on your own,” he said as the students were leaving. Luca was not the best at tying other people up, but he had been able to get some practice on Kairos, who always seemed to enjoy what Luca did to him.

As they were leaving, Luca and Kairos stuck close together, of course. They were inseparable. “Are you ready for your recital tomorrow?” Kairos asked and Luca turned to him.

“Yes, definitely,” Luca agreed. He had the words memorized, but more importantly he knew exactly how he would sing each syllable, each note. He had been practicing for a week now.

“Don’t be nervous, you’ll do amazing,” Kairos said and Luca shrugged.

“What if I fail? What if I mess up on stage and then my whole life is over?” Luca shivered at the thought.

Kairos leaned in to kiss him and Luca’s eyes widened. He looked around nervously to make sure nobody had seen. “You’ll do amazing. You always do. Your voice is angelic.”

“What quota?” Luca suddenly asked, more in an effort to not have to think about the recital than anything else. Kairos shrugged.

“You don’t know about it? The quota to deliver slaves around the empire.”

Luca didn’t know about it. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I heard the instructors talking about it one day. This planet delivers high quality slaves as one of its primary exports in the empire. That’s why we have so many training facilities.”

“Don’t the other planets have their own boys to enslave?” Luca asked and Kairos nodded.

“Yeah, but they’re nowhere near as well trained or high quality as ours. No other planet has training as rigorous as ours. That’s what we’re known for. Where do you think you’ll be sent?”

Luca’s eyes widened. He didn’t know anything about this. “I don’t know…” he admitted. “I don’t know any other planets.” Luca hardly even knew that they lived in an empire. All he knew was what he had been trained to do since he was a much smaller child.

“Me neither,” admitted Kairos, “but I hear there are some really good ones with beaches and hot boys.”

Luca had never been to the beach, but he had seen pictures. It looked beautiful. “I’m more concerned about who my Master will be. I hope he’s nice.”

“I just hope they send me away with you,” Kairos said and Luca shook his head.

“No, don’t think like that. You know we’ll be separated. We can’t afford to wish…” He walked back towards the dormitories and Kairos followed, pouting at him. “We can’t get attached,” Luca said again. “Just think about your future Master.”

“I don’t have a future Master right now,” Kairos said with a sigh. “All I have is you.” He said it as if Luca was a consolation prize and Luca supposed he was right. Still, they could never be together. Luca knew that and Kairos would have to get used to the idea.

Each slave had their own rooms so Luca went to his room and lay back on the bed. His cock was still hard and he sighed with annoyance. Luca closed his eyes and put his hands above his head, as if he were being bound on the bed and his Master was using him. “Ah yes, please make me cum,” he moaned. Luca let himself fall into the fantasy. By not touching himself, he was doing something pure and good, preserving himself, letting his Master control him. “Please Master, please.” He gave control of his body to his Master. Submission was an art and Luca was well trained in it. Giving his Master control, letting him do what he wanted would make Luca more attractive, more alluring. He had been taught well.

Luca’s cock leaked once again, but still he did not touch it. He fell into fitful sleep, dreaming about Edmund holding his arms down and abusing him. Luca moaned as he was slapped in his dream, beaten over and over again, but it only made him hornier. He dreamed that Edmund mounted him and fucked him hard and fast. The boy’s cock throbbed in his sleep and, when Luca woke up the next morning, he awoke sated, only to find his sheets sticky and stained.

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Naturally everyone immediately knew about Luca’s wet dream the next morning. It was considered a good thing, the body naturally compensating for its lack of usage. It meant that you had obeyed the rules and remained pure, not touching yourself or letting others touch you. The sheets were taken from his bed to be cleaned and Luca walked proudly through the halls, his cock soft, or at least softer than the other boys. Indeed, there was even some jealousy projected at him, which only made Luca grin in satisfaction.

Kairos came up alongside him in their sex classes, wanting to pair up. Luca smiled at him and looked down, seeing that Kairos was still rock hard. “So how was it?”

“What?” Luca asked innocently.

“The dream? Was it good?”

Luca could hardly tell Kairos about the actual dream. Who would ever admit to fantasizing about a god? “Yes, it was good,” Luca said noncommittally. “I dreamed of being tied down and fucked. I can’t wait to get my new Master.”

Kairos looked him up and down hungrily. “I could tie you down and fuck you,” he said and Luca put a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t say such things! You’ll get us both thrown out. And I am not going into physical labor,” Luca sighed. Sometimes he thought that was Kairos’s goal. If they were not being trained to be sex slaves, they could be together as normal boys. But Luca didn’t want that. He wanted to serve as a slave. He was good at it. He was ready for it. Kairos was a bad influence on him. Perhaps he was thinking more clearly now after his wet dream, satisfied as he was.

Kairos’s sexual frustration would not last long as they were being tested on anal stimulation. They were to maintain a plug inside their ass for the whole rest of the day. For many of the students, as soon as the plug was inserted, they came instantly. Kairos was certainly one of them, his body shuddering as Luca pushed the plug in for him. This was permitted, of course. It was only natural that stimulation like this should cause an orgasm, as long as they had not caused it themselves.

Several other boys also stained their loincloths, which they would be required to go wash themselves. They would not be permitted to wear them and have to go around naked until they had been washed. Kairos took a certain amount of pleasure in taking it off in front of Luca and displaying his spent cock and balls to Luca. Luca looked down at him hungrily, but then shook his head. He wanted nothing more than to take Kairos’s cock into his mouth, but he couldn’t. Not if he wanted to finally earn his choker.

Speaking of which, Luca was getting very close to finally passing his music classes. He was incredibly good at every instrument he learned, but he was even better with his voice. He was to give a recital that afternoon, his final test, which should be beautiful, even with and especially with the plug fitted inside of him. It was uncomfortable, certainly, but it would make his voice shine.

Before the performance, Luca went to the temple in the middle of the garden and prayed briefly to Edmund. “Give me strength and let me please my friends and instructors. And let me glorify you in my performance,” he bowed his head and lit the incense. “All glory be to you,” he repeated. He looked up at the statue of Edmund with wonder. His god had deigned to come out to see them in the garden just yesterday. He could hardly believe how blessed he had been, just to be in a god’s presence. Surely that meant that Edmund favored him.

When the time came, Luca stood backstage and looked out at the hall nervously. This performance could make or break him. If the instructors thought him a failure and sent him out to do physical labor… all of his work could be for nothing. All the students were there, of course, as were the instructors. His singing instructor put a hand on Luca’s shoulder and nodded. “You’ll do fine. Just remember what I’ve taught you,” he said and Luca nodded back.

He stepped out into the light on stage, only to see one more person he had not previously seen. Or, more accurately, a god. There was Edmund himself, sitting in the front row! Luca’s eyes widened and butterflies flew in his stomach. How could Edmund himself attend Luca’s recital? It seemed so unreal. Luca composed himself and breathed deeply. He nodded at the piano player and began.

Luca sang an ancient melody called “Memory.” The song was from some ancient musical that nobody knew or cared about, but the song was hauntingly beautiful, about the lost loves and actions of days gone past. Luca’s voice, while young, had a maturity that far surpassed his years. He may have been one of the only students who could sing such a deep, soulful song and make its meanings clear. That was why he had chosen it after all.

Luca thought about the doors that had been closed to him before he was old enough to know better. His whole life had been planned out from birth. He had never known parents. He had been put on the sex slave track without his input. All he could do was follow the path Edmund laid out for him, being the best slave he could be. He stared at the audience as the music swelled and his voice projected out even further. It moved him to tears, but his voice still stayed strong even as it wavered just a bit.

The music winded down and Luca looked down at the floor, at his sandals that wound up his legs and then back up at the audience. They applauded him, several of them standing up. Edmund stood up as well and Luca felt a jolt of pleasure, seeing that he had made his god happy. Tears came down his eyes freely now as he looked directly into Edmund’s eyes. He did not feel worthy of looking upon his god, but he couldn’t help it. Edmund looked directly at him, his mouth curling upwards into an approving smile that made Luca more overjoyed than he had ever been in his whole life.

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Luca’s dreams that night were filled with Edmund’s face, looking at him, watching him. He dreamed of Edmund taking hold of him, commanding him and Luca was happy. He woke suddenly in the middle of the night to Headmaster Maurizio’s shaking him. “Wake up,” the man ordered and Luca looked at him with widened eyes.

“Whaa…?” Luca asked, half asleep. Already the face of Edmund was fading from his mind.

“It is time,” the Headmaster said and Luca was suddenly bolt awake. It was time! He had heard of this. Graduation ceremonies in the middle of the night followed by the student’s disappearance, being sold to a new Master. There was no set graduation date or year structure. You finished training when the teachers thought you were ready. Apparently, they thought Luca was ready. It was his time. Was he ready? He would have to prove himself worthy.

The Headmaster proceeded to tie Luca’s arms behind his back and put a gag in his mouth followed by a blindfold. He tied Luca’s legs close together as well so that the boy would be hobbled as he walked. Yesterday’s anal plug was removed and another, bigger vibrator was inserted. It continually vibrated against his prostate, which made Luca’s cock throb with need. He could do nothing about it, though, bound as he was. This must have been part of the test.

They hobbled Luca out of his room and into a large room. Luca’s blindfold was removed and so he recognized where he was: the cafeteria. The tables had been pushed aside except for one long table at which sat every single instructor, including Luca’s singing instructor who had guided him through his recital. He smiled as he looked up at them, but they all frowned down at him. The headmaster sat in the middle of the group of instructors.

“Luca, your instructors feel you are ready to earn your choker. How you perform will determine what color choker you will wear.” Luca’s anxiety rose. Earning a choker was a huge deal. It would determine what level of slave he would be and what quality of Master he might get. Gold, silver, bronze, and platinum. He didn’t think he could earn a gold choker, of course, but he would perform as best he could.

The instructors took Luca through a series of final tests. His ability to withstand the vibrator without cumming earned him top marks on sexual endurance. They tied him up in various poses and left him in them for about half an hour at a time to see if he could stand afterwards, marking down his bondage abilities. They whipped and electrocuted him to test his pain tolerances. And, he was expected to be able to serve a man with his tongue, mouth, hands, feet, cock, and ass, using all the techniques he had learned. He would not get fucked, naturally, because a virgin boy slave was worth more than a non-virgin. That portion of the assessment was graded based on his reaction to toys and fingers. However, he was expected to show his own ability with his cock, fucking a slave who had already graduated to see if he could pleasure him. He could.

As the sexual portions of the assessment wrapped up, Luca had to show his performance abilities. Not just in singing, but in all the instruments he’d learned. His acting abilities. His dancing abilities. His recitation and narration abilities. And then, of course, he had to display his abilities in posture, conversation, and etiquette. Could he maintain a conversation with a Master who had grown bored with him? Could he skillfully find a Master’s interests and steer the conversation around to them?

Finally, at the end of the rigorous assessment, Luca would be assigned a grade and a choker, if he graduated. Luca sat patiently as he waited to see how well his instructors believed he had performed. This wait was arduous. This night would determine his entire future. It seemed unending as the instructors retired to deliberate. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they reemerged back into the cafeteria. Luca bowed his head respectfully, as he had been taught.

“As determined by your instructors, Luca, we have decided to award you with a golden choker for your abilities displayed here tonight.” Luca looked up as tears came to his eyes. “You are an exceptional slave, one of the best we’ve ever seen. We’re so proud of your accomplishments here today. You will make someone very happy.”

Luca smiled widely as his instructors touched him on the shoulder or on the hand, signifying how proud they were of him. He had only been here for three years, but in that short time he had exceeded so many of their expectations. Headmaster Maurizio held out the golden choker and then tied it around Luca’s neck. He felt it close around him like a weight. It represented a lot. It represented his own superior abilities and it represented this school and it represented this planet. Most importantly, it represented Edmund, the god himself. Luca took pride in representing his god, knowing he would go out into the universe to make Edmund proud.

Just as they were finishing up and Luca was being assigned a new Master, a messenger arrived in the cafeteria. Another slave, it would seem, ornately decorated and scantily dressed. Luca found him beautiful, breathtaking. Would he one day invoke this feeling in others? “Master Maurizio, Edmund sends greetings.”

The Headmaster frowned at the new slave boy. “This is most irregular,” he said, but the boy nodded.

“Yes sir. Edmund says he wishes to see Luca, the newly graduated boy right away,” the slave said and the instructors all stared at Luca. Luca stared at the boy who shrugged. Luca’s heart fluttered as he considered why Edmund could want to see him. His god had called for him by name. Whatever it was, it would be an honor.

“You know what this could mean?” asked the Headmaster as he turned to Luca. “He could want you for his own personal harem. Be on your best behavior.”

“Always,” Luca said solemnly. The instructors all started preparing him as quickly as possible. They did his hair, gave him his new tunic and sandals, and ran gold all along his body. The nipple clamps hurt, of course, but barely. He was used to far worse punishments.

“Make us proud,” said the Headmaster as Luca was led off by the slave. He looked nervously at the boy, who seemed sure of what he was doing. He really was beautiful, with curly brown hair that complimented his beautiful facial features. His body on display was flawless and smooth.

Luca followed along quickly. He only wished he could tell Kairos that he had graduated, but the other boy would get the hint quickly when Luca disappeared. The palace corridors were unfamiliar to him as he followed, but the torches cast flickering light along the walls. He smiled the whole time. Edmund wanted him. His lord. His god. It was literally a dream come true. Luca remembered Edmund’s smiling face at that performance and what it had meant to have him come personally. Please let him like me, Luca repeated to himself over and over again. Just a couple days ago, Luca couldn’t have imagined this, but now he wanted to be Edmund’s personal slave more than anything else in the world.

The door was closed as the other slave boy walked up to it. Luca stood in front of it nervously. “Ready?” the boy asked him. Luca reflected on everything he’d been through. How all of his three years of training had led to this. He had nothing to be nervous about. He was confident. He knew he was good at this. He knew he was ready. Luca looked at the other boy one more time and nodded.

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The door opened slowly and Luca stepped forwards into the lamp light. Edmund, the god himself, was laying back on a couch reading a book. Luca could hardly believe it. Here he was, in the same room as the god he had prayed to his whole life. Edmund was pale with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked so… ordinary. He looked like an ordinary teenager, just a couple years older than Luca. And yet, there was that timeless quality about him. Luca knew that Edmund was immortal and yet seeing it in person was a different experience than the statue itself. Edmund wore a bedroom robe and the collar with his name on it. The collar made Luca shiver. That sign of godhood itself.

As the door closed behind him, Luca immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head. Edmund looked up and smiled at him. Luca did not feel worthy. “Luca isn’t it? Your performance yesterday moved me to tears. It reminded me of old times. Old places. I’ve lived for too long. I don’t even remember all of it. All I see are ghosts.” Edmund set the book down and stood up, pulling the robe around him.

Edmund walked to Luca who remained dutifully on the floor. “Stand, please,” Edmund said as Luca did as commanded. Edmund lifted his chin and looked him in the eye. “So beautiful. So perfect.” And Edmund kissed him. Luca melted into the kiss. It was an act of worship to kiss him to do whatever Edmund wanted of him. Luca was well trained, he knew how to bring pleasure even in the simple act of a kiss.

When Edmund pulled back he smiled at Luca and stepped back. “You’re good at that too. I bet you’re good at everything.”

“Thank you my lord,” Luca said, finally saying something. He had been taught to speak only when spoken to, of course, and to thank a Master for a compliment. So he did.

“How could a boy as young as you have such a beautiful voice?” Edmund asked, looking into Luca’s eyes. His hand went to the small of Luca’s back and pushed him along. “Come, sit with me.”

Luca did as he was told and walked with Edmund. Edmund sat on the couch and pulled Luca into his lap. Luca’s cock instantly grew and the flimsy silk fabric left nothing to the imagination. He could never have imagined that he would end up here, with his god, sitting on his lap, kissing him. Luca desperately wanted to stay like this. “Tell me, what do you want, Luca?” Edmund asked, as if reading his mind, and the boy looked at him, boldly, holding his eye contact. Luca had been taught not to do this, but Luca had a feeling that Edmund would appreciate his boldness. Luca was right.

“I want nothing more than to serve you my lord,” Luca answered honestly. “I’ve dreamed of it my whole life.” Edmund’s hands were starting to run along Luca’s body, one hand going up his leg and dangerously close to Luca’s cock and balls. “I pray at your altar every day that you will bless me and lead me to you.”

“Do you think yourself worthy?” Edmund asked and Luca gulped. He nodded.

“I am exceptionally skilled. I have been well trained. If you like I can sing for you again. I can play many instruments and know many languages. I can read to you, dance for you. Every sexual art that you could want, I have learned it. Please sir, I am ready to serve.” Luca hoped he had proven his point.

“But not very humble,” Edmund said, though he did not frown. He held Luca in his lap, an arm around him.

“Why be humble about my talents? You have given them to me for a reason. Why should I hide them from the one who blesses me? I bring all glory to you.”

Edmund nodded and kissed the boy again. Luca leaned into it, doing his best to give Edmund exactly what he wanted. “Do you know how long I’ve lived?” Edmund asked suddenly when Luca pulled back.

“No, I don’t,” he answered honestly. How could he know how long a god lived? It was beyond his understanding.

“Neither do I. I have been ruling this planet for hundreds of years, but that is only a fraction of the time I have been alive. Sometimes I wonder what it’s all for. Why do we keep going on and on and on?”

“Because you love us?” Luca asked, confused. He had not expected a god to be asking questions. He would have expected a god to have all the answers.

“Yes, I do. I love your people more than anything else in the world. They are my children. I guide them to bigger and better things in service to the larger empire. No other planet in the empire produces slaves like us. None of the rest of the Master’s slaves have the patience and the care to attention that I do in my cultivation of your people. Yet sometimes I feel underappreciated. My slaves are sent off and what do the other slaves do with them? Rape them, use them, toss them in a dungeon and forget about them.”

Luca gasped. That was not right. His was a great and noble art. “That reflects badly on the Master,” Luca said, repeating what he had been taught. “We are more than mere street boys to be raped and forgotten. Submission is an art. To disregard that art and training in so callous a way is horrific.”

Edmund turned to him and smiled. “You’re right,” he agreed. “You are to be cherished and loved. That kind of abuse is abhorrent. But I can do nothing once the slave has left our atmosphere. I can only try to be pickier about our clients. Joffrey and Vanitas will be getting none of you, that is for sure.” Luca did not recognize the names, but the shiver that ran through the god made it clear that they were not individuals he wished to meet.

“That’s why I wanted you to come to me tonight, immediately after your graduation. You are exceptional. One of the best slaves I’ve produced in a long time. Prove yourself to me tonight and I will consider adding you to my own personal harem.” Edmund left the words hanging and Luca gasped. He was more determined than ever. This was why he existed. This was why he was born. This was why he had been trained for so long. It all led up to this.

“I will not let you down,” Luca said, determination written on his face.

“No, I don’t believe you will,” Edmund agreed. “Let’s start with another song. I’d love to hear something similar to Memory. Something that will stir the soul. I’ll leave it to you to select the song. I know you know what you’re doing.”

Luca nodded and stood up. He went to the piano that was sitting in the room and Edmund watched him curiously. Luca sighed before he began to play. He didn’t need sheet music or anything, of course. He simply played from memory. The melody was haunting and slow as Luca began to sing. It was another old song called “On My Own.” The song was about yearning and lost love. Again, Luca sang of things that he was not nearly old enough to understand and yet his soulful voice filled the room and moved Edmund to tears.

Luca channelled all his desperation to belong to Edmund, to serve him into that song. He looked at his god with awe as shivers ran down his spine. His voice quivered and tears came down his eyes as well as he sang and played. It was an almost religious song for him as he gave Edmund the glory. “And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.” The yearning was strong in his voice, it was real and passionate. He would think of this song as he laid alone in his bed so many nights, longing to serve his god with all his heart.

When he finished, he was openly sobbing now, tears flowing freely down his eyes. Edmund got up from the couch and sat down beside him on the piano bench, pulling him into a hug. Luca put his head in Edmund’s neck and sobbed, holding him close. “I’ve longed for this moment my whole life,” Luca said desperately, trying to get the words out. “I’m sorry. It’s not very professional for me to cry like this.”

“No, it’s ok. Your passion is real and I felt it in your music. I would prefer real emotion to something more manufactured and fake. That’s what I try to instill in the training.” Luca was shivering now as he had about dried up all his tears.

“Do you know this one?” Edmund asked. He began playing the slow ballad and Luca nodded.

“Of course,” he said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “One Moment in Time.” He sang the ballad and Edmund joined in, both of them mixing their voices together and it was beautiful. Edmund looked into Luca’s eyes and smiled as they sang together. Luca felt overjoyed and let it reflect as he sang out the lyrics.

They sang about wanting to be the very best, giving it their all, planning for that one moment when it all came together. This was that moment for Luca. He knew his whole life depended on how he performed here tonight. But when he looked into Edmund’s eyes, his heart melted and he forgot all about that. Forgot about his future. All he could think about was this moment that he sat with Edmund, longing filling his heart. “I will be free!” They sang together at the end. Edmund hugged Luca who could barely contain his emotion.

Edmund looked into Luca’s eyes and smiled, giggling slightly and Luca smiled back. Luca leaned forwards and put their foreheads together. “I will be free.” Those words were more true than they had ever been in his whole life. Luca had been forced down this path, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. He wouldn’t give up this moment for anything. Even if Edmund didn’t choose him, Luca would always have this.

“Just as beautiful as yesterday,” Edmund said with a smile. “I can’t believe I have you all to myself. I never knew all that time ago when I was actually your age that I would be here today. You move me Luca.”

He ran a hand through Luca’s hair and kissed him once again. “Would you like to show me what else you’ve learned?” Luca nodded and Edmund took him to bed for the first time.

Edmund led the way, pulling Luca into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. The bed was huge, as befitted a god. Everything was perfectly cleaned. There was a large balcony outside that overlooked the main palace courtyard. It was empty for now, of course, as it was the middle of the night. “Go ahead. Please me,” Edmund said, standing there expectantly. Luca should know very well how to please a man and so he did.

Luca stripped Edmund slowly, pulling his robe off. He was wearing nothing underneath. Edmund’s skin was smooth, like a teen’s, but he did have some hair along his arms and legs. And, of course, he had pubic hair above his cock and a little trail of hair from his navel leading to his cock and balls. Luca knelt down and immediately took Edmund’s cock into his mouth, trying to work out exactly what his god would enjoy.

It turned out that Edmund was very sensitive which made it easier. And he liked his balls touched. So Luca did exactly that. He played with Edmund’s balls which made his god’s cock throb inside of his mouth. Before Edmund could cum, however, Luca stood back up. “Do you want to fuck me, my lord?” Luca asked seductively.

“Yes, I do,” Edmund agreed and Luca led Edmund towards the bed, holding his hand. He pulled his light tunic off, leaving him naked. Luca saw Edmund looked down at his cock and balls and smiled at him. Edmund wanted him, he really did. Luca pushed in to kiss Edmund once again.

“How would you like to take me, my lord?” Luca asked. He had learned a number of different sexual positions, of course. He was eager to try them out, but Edmund would get the first pick, of course. He was the god after all.

“On your back,” Edmund decided and Luca nodded. He lay back on the bed, grabbing the lube that was in the drawer and lubing himself and Edmund’s cock up. Luca held up his legs dutifully and bit his lip.

“Please Master, please fuck me,” Luca begged, looking into Edmund’s eyes. He really meant it too. He wanted more than anything to be fucked by Edmund in that moment. His eyes were pleading.

“I assume you’ve never been fucked,” Edmund said and Luca shook his head.

“No, of course not. We are taught to be pure for our Masters,” Luca answered and Edmund nodded approvingly.

“Just as I thought,” Edmund got on the bed and got behind Luca. With a push, Edmund pushed his cock inside the boy. Luca breathed deeply and relaxed, letting his god in. He felt himself start to cry again, but tried to hold it back. He was just so happy, he could hardly contain his emotion. He had been longing for this moment for so long. All he wanted was to make Edmund happy.

It seemed he was, too, because Edmund kept going, thrusting hard into him. He kept going, fucking Luca faster and faster. Luca’s body reacted, his cock throbbing as Edmund went. He had had many things up his ass before, of course, as part of his training, but nothing as intense as this. Luca moaned especially when Edmund grabbed Luca’s cock and stroked it. “Thank you for giving me pleasure Master,” Luca moaned out as his cock throbbed harder and harder. He wanted more. Finally, Luca came hard, shooting directly onto his stomach.

Edmund followed suit, cumming inside of Luca, shooting over and over. Luca moaned with satisfaction. He watched Edmund’s orgasm with satisfaction, knowing that he had caused it, knowing that he was good at what he did. Luca had been trained for this and he had more than succeeded. He had made Edmund cum.

Edmund lay back on the bed and turned Luca so that he could stay inside of him, but also kiss him at the same time. So Luca eagerly kissed back, employing everything he knew from his classes. “The training paid off,” Edmund said finally as he looked into Luca’s eyes. “You are phenomenal.” He ran a hand through Luca’s hair and kissed him again and again. “I think I will keep you. You’ll stay in my harem, which is right next to my apartments. You’ll come whenever I call and serve me in whatever way I require.”

Luca couldn’t keep the tears out of his eyes as he started sobbing yet again. “Thank you Master, thank you!” he cried. “I’ve dreamed of this day, I never thought that dream would come true!” Edmund held Luca tight, giving him the love and validation he so desperately needed.

“It is true. You’ve earned it. I couldn’t have asked for a better graduate,” Edmund said with a smile as he went in to kiss Luca again. Luca felt himself soaring through the air, light as a feather. Everything he had wished for had come true. The only question now was whether he would prove himself to be worthy of Edmund’s faith in him.

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Edmund kept Luca in his bed with him all night, so he did not get a chance to see his new apartments until the next morning. Edmund woke Luca up with a kiss and a smile and took him by the hand. Together, the two of them went right next door. There was a beautiful common room in the middle with a large open sauna and pool. There were cushioned benches and seatings along the wall as well as nooks in the wall. Luca could imagine their purpose. There were golden statues of naked boys everywhere, free standing, sitting, laying back, and in the act of copulation. The golden ornamentation went up the columns as well. A statue of a naked boy posing alluringly stood in the middle of a fountain while paintings on the wall depicted all kind of sexual acts.

Luca was in awe of the art and how clean it was. He had kept his own room clean, of course, but now there were servants who did it for him. He was above such petty chores. There were six doors off the sides of the large common room. One other slave was already awake and lounging in the sauna. Luca recognized him from last night. He waved at the boy who waved back at him, giving him a curious look. Two other slaves were kissing and frotting together in one of the nooks. Luca’s eyes went wide at that. “You allow your slaves such behavior?”

“Yes, of course. Slaves are not allowed to touch themselves or each other in training because I don’t know what their Master will want. I, however, allow my slaves to touch all they want. It is my prerogative as Master.”

The other slaves in the room dropped what they were doing and went up to Edmund, bowing to him. “This is your new brother,” Edmund said. “Luca. Welcome him to my harem.”

The three boys nodded and shook Luca’s hand. “This is Enzo,” Edmund pointed to the boy from last night who was naked and dripping wet from the sauna. He had red hair and freckles. Luca looked him up and down and Enzo winked at him. “And these two are Romeo and Jonas.” They were both also very distinct. Romeo had striking dark hair and sharp facial features, though he appeared even younger than Luca. Jonas had platinum blonde hair and had a face softer than any Luca had ever seen, even softer than his own.

They all three introduced themselves one after the other. Luca felt a bit jealous of the other boys. They shared his affections for Edmund. He had been surrounded by other slaves for years, but now it felt more like a competition. He had dreamed of serving Edmund his whole life and now that the time was finally here, there were other boys who stood in his spot. They could surpass him.

“Enzo has been with me now for…” Edmund thought. “Coming up on fifty years? Romeo for about fifteen and Jonas for six.”

Luca’s mouth dropped open. “Fifty!?”

“Oh yes. They probably did not mention it in training. When you graduate, you become immortal, staying young and beautiful as you are. Just like us.”

“You mean, like the gods?” Luca gasped. Such an idea was unthinkable to him, even sacreligious. “My lord, I’m sorry I do not mean to think such thoughts. Thank you for such a gift.”

“No, you are right to make the comparison,” Edmund said with a nod. “Though don’t thank me yet. You may curse my name eventually for inflicting it upon you. Immortality is not an easy path to follow.” He said it with a sigh. Luca looked into his eyes and saw wisdom there beyond anything Luca could comprehend. Perhaps he would one day, but it was so beyond his scope of understanding for the moment. He resolved to take it one day at a time.

“I would never curse your name,” Luca said, shaking his head.

“Don’t speak too soon,” Edmund looked sadly at the other boys before smiling yet again. “Now, shall I take you to see your new apartments? I had every faith that you would perform admirably last night and during your graduation, so I took the liberty of having it pre-cleaned and decorated for your arrival. Let’s go.”

Enzo stuck his tongue out at Luca whose eyes went wide. Edmund was a lot more lenient in his slaves’ behaviors than Luca would have thought for a god. It took him a moment to register what Edmund had said. He had had faith in Luca’s abilities even BEFORE his graduation? Luca felt butterflies float through his stomach. He had wondered how he could possibly ever prove himself worthy to his god and yet his god had believed him worthy already. Another wave of emotion crashed over him and he just said nothing, unable to express what he felt.

Luca looked behind him to see Enzo grinning at him while Edmund brought Luca into the far left door. Luca gasped at the beautiful apartments that had been laid out for him. He had a sitting room, of course, as well as his own bathroom and bedroom off to the side. There was a piano like Edmund’s room and shelves that were bare ready for Luca to fill with whatever books he desired. Edmund sat on one of the couches and pulled Luca into his lap. Luca gratefully sat with Edmund and they started kissing. “Thank you thank you Master! This is more than I could have ever dreamed!”

“It’s yours, you’ve earned it. You’re unlike any other boy I’ve seen. Many of our slaves have talent, but you have something more than that. You have genuine emotion. You are bold, daring, not afraid to take risks. You’ve moved me to tears multiple times. You have my attention Luca. I’m curious what else you can do.”

“I will prove myself to you. Whatever you need from me I will do to the best of my ability,” Luca said, determination in his voice.

“I don’t doubt it,” Edmund agreed. He ran his hand down Luca’s leg and then up his small tunic, enjoying the feel of Luca’s soft skin. Luca loved the feeling of Edmund’s hand on his body, he leaned into it, submitted to it, eager to please in whatever way he could. Luca took to heart what Edmund told him about taking risks, so he pushed in to kiss the god again and then ran his own hand down Edmund’s chest, grabbing Edmund’s cock in hand.

“My lord,” Luca moaned as he continued to run his hand along Edmund’s cock, stroking him up and down. He was an expert at this, of course. He had been allowed to stroke himself only on very limited occasions in class, so he more often had practice on his fellow students or instructors. He was, as a consequence, very good at jerking other boys’ cocks. He kept going, paying close attention to Edmund’s breathing. Even though he was a god, he had a flesh and blood body which needed servicing. So Luca kept going, getting Edmund closer and closer until finally he made the god cum. Luca dove down on Edmund’s cock, swallowing it as deeply as he could and taking Edmund’s holy seed down his throat.

Luca was rock hard at the moment, but it didn’t matter. He focused on his Master’s pleasure. It paid off, as well, because Edmund smiled at him, clearly pleased with what Luca had done. “I expected nothing less. You anticipated my desire perfectly.” Edmund pushed at Luca gently and the boy took that as the hint to stand up. “Anything you desire, please tell the servants that clean your rooms and it will be brought to you. Books, movies, video games, instruments, music, anything at all. I suspect you know of some books already that you’d like to read.”

Luca nodded, already envisioning his shelf filled up with books. “My lord, this is too much. I am not worthy of such great gifts.”

“You are. You are special. Didn’t you say as such only last night? Do not belittle your gifts. Let them shine.” Edmund put his hand through Luca’s hair and walked out back to the common room. Luca followed. “And now boys, I have to go to some meetings. There are a couple of countries that wish to renegotiate their vassal treaties.”

“Surely you have the power to make them fall in line,” Jonas said and Edmund nodded.

“Of course, but a benevolent ruler does not use force unless he must,” Edmund agreed.

“You want to rule by love, not by fear,” Enzo said and Edmund nodded.

“You know me too well, love,” Edmund agreed, running a hand through the little red head’s hair. Luca looked at him curiously and remembered that Enzo was actually over fifty years old. It was hard to believe, especially because Enzo LOOKED younger than Luca, but then Edmund himself was older than that. Luca wondered if Edmund would object to a question on how old he was exactly. He looked up at his Master curiously, knowing that he too was immortal now. The thought gave him a shiver. “Be on your best behavior. As always you have the run of this section of the castle, our home, but not beyond that. I’ll be back later.”

Edmund kissed all four of the boys gently, grabbing their cocks as he did before he went to his apartments to get dressed. Luca regarded the other three curiously after Edmund left. Romeo and Jonas smiled at him. From what he could tell, they were lovers. Enzo gave them a dismissive look as well and swam inside the sauna.

“Dont mind him,” Romeo said in an aside. “He’s been here so long he never thinks anyone is going to last.”

“Has he seen any slaves come and go?”

“Yes, I suspect, though he doesn’t talk about them,” Jonas answered. Luca looked down nervously. What did that mean? Why would Edmund get rid of his slaves? Where would they go if they were immortal? And did that mean that Edmund might eventually get rid of him? Luca’s heart plummeted at the idea. He had only just arrived at his dream assignment and now he learned that he could lose it. Luca vowed he would not lose his position. Edmund would love him, perhaps even more than Enzo.

“Welcome to the family!” Romeo said with a smile. “There’s only the three of us here now. But there’s room for more. You must have done something exceptional to earn Edmund’s favor.”

“Yes, well,” Luca hesitated. Should he give away his abilities? Should he talk about how he had impressed Edmund with his musical ability? Luca made a decision right then to trust these three other slaves. If he was to be their brother in Edmund’s harem, it wouldn’t do to get off on the wrong foot. He would befriend them right from the start. “My singing voice moved him to tears. Everyone says it’s angelic.”

“Oh? Sing us a song,” Jonas said and Luca did. He didn’t need an instrument, he just sang a beautiful song about joy and happiness and hope. Silence filled the Harem as he sang, even Enzo came over and listened, seemingly impressed. Luca just got lost in the music as he always did. Just like on that stage, the music moved him, spoke to him. It flowed through him freely, delivering the beautiful sounds of his voice in the way only it could. He felt like a conduit, channeling the song.

“Wow…” Enzo said and Luca bowed. The three boys clapped and Luca smiled.

“So am I in?” Luca asked with a slight smile and Enzo looked at him suspiciously, but nodded.

“Yes, I suppose so new blood. We’ll see how long you really last.” Luca smiled at him. Romeo and Jonas grabbed Luca and pushed him into the sauna on top of Enzo, who gasped just before his head was pushed underwater by Luca’s falling body. Luca swam out of the way quickly and Enzo bobbed back up. The water was warm, but not so hot that it was debilitating being exposed to it all at once.

Enzo frowned at Romeo and Jonas who both stuck their tongue out at him. Enzo pouted, but Luca came up to him and grinned. He put his arms around Enzo’s neck and pushed in, boldly, to kiss him. Already Luca could see the dynamic at play here and, if he was to be one of the boys, he was going to fit in. He knew he was allowed a greater range of freedom here, as Edmund had already said, so he would use it.

Luca felt free, freer than he had ever felt. His training had always felt oppressive and strict. One wrong move, one step out of line, and he would be dismissed forever. Here, finally in Edmund’s harem, what he had longed for his entire life, Luca felt like he had more freedom to be himself. Luca was not entirely sure what that meant. Luca had been restricted for so long, molded into the perfect sex slave. He was not sure what his true personality really was. But the annoyed look on Enzo’s face made Luca giggle quite a bit. He may not quite have understood who he was, but he was determined to learn. Being immortal now, after all, Luca had plenty of time to find out.