Hatred and Untold Truths

By:

Me

To whoever reads this story. This is an alternate universe type tale that is using the characters from MBAV. Benny will be a bit out of character at first, but just wait and you will start seeing his true personality come out as the story develops. The setting is in a more medieval era and not in modern times.

I own nothing, but sure would like to own Atticus Mitchell. Just saying.

Chapter 2

The Prince made his way back to his parents and heard the news that the Royal Family would be staying at the temple for the next few days. This was the perfect opportunity to find out more about the mysterious Boy.

"High Priestess," Prince Ethan began as his mind figured out a plan, "I am in need of a servant that is my age. I prefer a boy."

"I will have one of the teens from the village come up immediately, my Prince, or I can fetch the head gardener's son" Lady Weir began before growing silent when the teen waved his hand in denial to her statement.

"That will not be necessary," the Prince stated as he turned to sweetly smile at the High Priestess, "I started exploring in the temple and I saw a teen my age working in the kitchen. He will do."

"Him? No," Lady Weir promptly answered, "That servant is not worthy of assisting a Prince."

"He will do," Ethan repeated with an edge of authority in his voice, "Have him come and serve me tonight after dinner."

Lady Weir seethed as the Royal Family departed on a tour of the temple. Why had the Prince been wondering near the kitchen? That wicked, wicked Boy had been seen. The High Priestess hurried down to the kitchen and found Boy back to peeling potatoes. The teen quickly bowed low to show his respect and remained crouched to the floor. She eyed the freshly cut flowers that the cook was arranging and put two-and-two together.

"Boy, were you in the gardens?" Lady Weir demanded.

"Yes, ma'am," Boy truthfully answered as he cringed in fear, "I was sent by Cook to get flowers for tonight's dinner."

"Did you speak to the Prince?" the High Priestess snapped.

"He…he turned a corner and knocked into me," Boy replied, "I apologized and excused myself."

"Why…how could…you should not have been upstairs at all!" Lady Weir spluttered out as she dragged the teen up by his arm with enough force to make him grimace in pain, "Now the Prince has requested you to be his servant during his stay. You will serve him and remain silent. I will personally see to your punishment if you cause any kind of a scene. Do you understand?"

"Yes, High Priestess," Boy agreed as the woman's fingernails dug cruelly into his skin, "I will not do anything to damage the reputation of this temple. I swear."

"See that you don't," Lady Weir spat as she dragged him out of the kitchen by an ear despite the fact that Boy had become much taller than her so he had to hunch over in an unnatural position to be able to keep up with the High Priestess.

Priestesses backed out of the way of their leader as she pulled the unresisting Boy through the halls. The teen couldn't help a gasp of pain when he was jerked into the actual servant quarters of the temple. The staff of the temple worked hard, but were treated with dignity and respect. Only Boy was treated as nothing more than a slave and he had never been allowed to live in the servant quarters. Instead, the teen had always slept behind the wine cellar steps, a space that was damp and cold throughout the year.

"Rory!" Lady Weir called out as she used force to push Boy to his knees by his ear.

"I am here, High Priestess," a chirpy voice announced as a blonde teen bounced into the room.

Rory was the son of the head gardener and was much loved in the temple. Rory kept his face blank when he saw who was accompanying Lady Weir. If anyone showed Boy too much attention then the teen was usually beaten and Rory didn't want to be the reason that the other teen suffered any more than he already did. It was Rory that had reached out to Boy by showing him where his mother's grave was as a child and secretly teaching him to read later in life. Rory had no ill will against the shy teen and never understood why Boy deserved to be mistreated.

"Rory, get this…thing cleaned up and give him some better garments," Lady Weir ordered as she finally released her hold on Boy's ear, "The Prince has requested Boy to serve him tonight. Make him presentable, but remember that his face must remain covered."

"Yes, ma'am," Rory agreed as he bowed his head.

The blonde could only wince in sympathy when the High Priestess left, but not without giving a swift kick into the ribs of the kneeling teen. Boy reacted in pain and gasped as his lungs fought for air. Rory hesitantly approached the timid teen, who had curled into a ball on the floor, once Lady Weir left the room and he heard her heels echoing down the hall.

"Are you okay?" the blonde asked as he bent down to assess Boy's condition.

"Yes, sir," Boy panted out as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Boy, don't call me 'sir.' Call me by my name," Rory insisted as he began to go through drawers and cabinets looking for some garments that would fit the taller teen.

"I am not allowed," Boy insisted as he bowed his hooded head before blinking in surprise when Rory pushed the hood down.

"We are alone right now, Boy," the blonde insisted as he turned back to look for proper attire for the teen, "I won't hurt you."

"I know, Rory," Boy whispered in fear, "But if anyone heard me call you by name then I will be beaten as bad as I was beaten last Christmas. It's better if I just follow the rules."

Rory paused in his search as he remembered that holiday. Boy had been worked to the bone and had not been given very much to eat. When the teen had nearly passed out from hunger and exhaustion, Rory had brought him a loaf of bread. Unfortunately Lady Weir had walked in when Boy had been eating and thanking the blonde for his kindness. The High Priestess had been livid and accused Boy of manipulating Rory. The beating Boy had received had made it so the teen couldn't walk for over a week. Rory had felt terribly guilty and worried about Boy, but the teen was eventually seen one morning scrubbing the floors. It was months later before Boy was able to finally walk without a limp. The blonde had never tried to assist Boy again in fear that his good intentions would lead to more pain for Boy or worse, death.

"I understand," Rory answered sadly before gesturing towards the bathing room, "Go clean up and I'll find you some clothing."

The blonde went and fetched some towels for Boy and entered the room right when the teen had pulled off his tunic. Rory could only gulp in pity when he saw the state of Boy. Bruises, scabs, and whip scars littered the taller teen's back and torso while a new bruise was blossoming on Boy's side where he had been kicked. The teen was very thin and pale and his face was marked with bruises and healing scabs. Boy looked down in shame as he reached for the towels.

"It's not as bad as it looks," Boy reassured as he kept his eyes lowered, "I'm stronger than I look so I can take it."

The blonde excused himself and shut the bathing door behind him as he left the room. His heart went out to the young man on the other side of the door. Rory didn't understand how Boy never grew bitter or angry over how he was treated.

"I wish there was something I could do to help Boy," Rory thought to himself before something sparked an idea in his mind, "Boy is going to be serving the Prince! I've heard Prince Ethan is very kind. Maybe…maybe I can get the Prince to notice Boy's situation. Prince Ethan has the power to help get Boy away from this place."

The blonde dug until he found some clothes that might attract the Prince's eye. Boy protested at Rory's picks, but finally agreed to change into the hunter green tunic with tan leggings. Rory assisted Boy into a darker green vest that had a hood so that Boy could cover his face. It was the shoes that were a problem. Boy had never had shoes before and they hurt the blisters that littered over the soles of the teen's feet. The blonde finally found some soft moccasin-like boots that cushioned Boy's tender feet. The taller teen was still thin, but he looked a whole lot better than before he entered the room. The two started in surprise when they heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall. Lady Weir entered and nodded her approval at Boy's appearance before dismissing Rory and leading the teen back down the hallway.

"I have taken the liberty of putting a relaxer in Prince Ethan's goblet," the High Priestess instructed, "After dinner he should go right to sleep. So assist him to bed and then go get your evening chores done."

Boy nodded and was then forced to kneel on the floor outside of the dining hall until after the meal was completed. The stone floor cut into the teen's knees and his legs began to lose circulation. The smell of the food made Boy's stomach twist in hunger and he prayed that it would not start growling in front of the Prince. Boy was very glad when the High Priestess finally came to fetch him and he bowed low as he entered the dining hall. The taller teen was warmly greeted by the Prince and Boy followed Lady Weir as she led the two teens to one of the guest bedrooms. Prince Ethan thanked her graciously and then gestured for Boy to enter first before going and sitting down at the desk chair that was in a corner of the room. Boy nervously assisted the Prince in unpacking his luggage and pulling out his night clothes. Prince Ethan continued to ask Boy many questions about the temple to help the shy teen loosen up some.

"This place is magical," Prince Ethan sighed out as he pulled his tunic off, "I feel so relaxed."

"Earth magic does that," Boy offered before he squeaked in surprise when his hood was pushed back, "Your Majesty?"

"None of that," the Prince laughed out, "Call me Ethan. And don't say you're not allowed because I am giving you my permission and I insist."

"Um…my Prince, I cannot…" Boy began before he was silenced by a finger being placed at his lips.

"I order you to call me 'Ethan' and now there is nobody who can say that you were not following my commands," the Prince said as he began to trace Boy's lips with the tip of his finger, "You look so much better than you did earlier."

Boy gulped and didn't know what to say. He was surprised when Prince Ethan leaned forward and claimed his lips in a sweet kiss as the other wrapped him in his arms.

"Ethan?" Boy gasped out as the stronger teen broke the kiss and began to grind against him, "What are you doing?"

The Prince did not seem to hear and Boy realized that the relaxer had freed Ethan's inhibitions. Ethan reached over and locked the door as he pulled Boy in for another kiss. Boy had never felt anything like this before. Nobody had ever held him so gently so he did not protest when the other teen began to kiss him deeper. Boy was surprised when he felt his and Ethan's members become hard and aroused with the friction of the Prince's movements. This was a new feeling for Boy and one that he did not understand.

"You are so beautiful," Ethan claimed as he began to stroke the face of the wide-eyes servant, "You are a gem beneath your hood. This face should never be covered."

The Prince pushed Boy onto the bed and began to remove the servant's boots and leggings. It was then that Boy began to panic, but Ethan began to use his mouth and tongue to pleasure the taller teen's member and Boy felt himself begin to whimper and moan even as his mind reeled in confusion. This had never been done to him before and it felt…good. What was this? Is this what people did behind closed doors?

"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, Lovely One," Ethan stated as he sat up to remove the rest of his own clothing before using some hand oil to begin preparing Boy for what was to come, "I will show you such pleasure."

Boy panted in shock at what was happening as Ethan stretched him and then writhed as the Prince began to touch something in him that set off fireworks.

"Uhn!" Boy groaned out as the Prince continued to tease that special place within him which made his whole body quiver in need, "I don't understand. What are you doing? What is this?"

"This is making love," Ethan stated as he slid his hard cock fully into Boy's virgin passage and began to stroke the teen's member to get him over the initial pain of entrance, "Relax, Lovely. The best is yet to come."

"Love?" Boy asked in wonder as his body began to slowly get used to Ethan's intrusion as the Prince rolled his hips and made the taller teen begin to arch.

The Prince did not answer since he was beginning to thrust slowly in and out of the taller teen making Boy's hips buck in need against his partner. Boy found himself moaning as waves of erotic pleasure blossomed within him. Ethan hiked the taller teen's legs apart more as he began to quicken his pace.

"So tight," the Prince purred as he hit that special place within his partner again and again that made Boy arch and cry out in pleasure, "You feel so good. You are so perfect."

Boy's mind reeled at the word "perfect." The taller teen had always been told he was a mistake that should never have happened. How could someone such as he be perfect? Boy's thoughts fled his mind as Ethan screwed his partner deeply into the bed as he pumped into him harder while he held the teen's hips so that he could push in deeper. The servant began to mew in excitement as his hips moved with Ethan's in this new dance he was learning. The Prince's grunts were the only thing Boy heard except for his own cries of pleasure. The servant gasped as Ethan began to kiss him deeply in between murmuring sweet nothings into the taller teen's ear.

"I'm making him feel good?" Boy thought to himself as his body continued to arch up against his partner's, "Is this what love feels like?"

The servant felt as Ethan pulled his vest and tunic off of his body and then began to stroke the taller teen's cock. Boy arched when he ejaculated and then could only moan as Ethan rode him even harder until the Prince's own seed exploded deep inside of him.

"Ethan?" Boy panted out when the Prince went limp and leaned all of his weight against the unresisting teen.

Prince Ethan was sound asleep thanks to the relaxer that had been put in his drink. Boy tucked him into bed after cleaning him up and then used some water to clean his own trembling body before pulling his clothes back on. He was a little unsure what to think of the drops of blood that he cleansed from his anus. The teen left his charge's room in confusion.

"Ethan had said that what we were doing was love and it felt strange, but good," Boy thought to himself as he hurried off to finish his chores despite how sore he felt, "Does that mean he loves me? I am so confused."

To be continued…