See Chapter 1 for info & warnings
Merlin tried to wake, but it was too hard. His head throbbed and his body
remained boneless. The voices that sounded around him were too far away, tiny
squeaks and sounds from miles away. The young sorcerer couldn't tell what was
going on or what was being said. Try as he might to claw his way back up from
the darkness, the shock and the pain were too much. Instead of waking, Merlin
slipped into full unconsciousness as the slavers carried him out of the bar.
On the outskirts of the Kingdom, Sevcheria and Didius deposited Merlin at their
camp along with the other unfortunates they had collected. But, Merlin was far
and above their best prize and he was set apart from the other in a tent of his
own. Sevcheria, who had only encountered one sorcerer before, was prepared in
case his path crossed another. He mixed a particularly potent concoction, and
then nudged the now shackled Merlin awake. "Here," he ordered roughly, "drink
this."
Merlin's eyes would barely open, and when they did, he felt a sharp shock of
pain. The young man groaned and then almost choked when liquid was poured
between his parted lips. When he tried to twist away, rough hands pinched his
nose shut and forced Merlin to open his mouth once more. He swallowed to keep
from suffocating. Whatever the stuff was, it burned every inch of the way going
down. The flood stopped eventually and he sputtered for a clean breath. "What...
what is it?" Certianly it wasn't going to be anything good, and the
possibilities terrified the young sorcerer.
"Something to placate you," Sevcheria replied, grinning to himself as Merlin
finished the drink. He set the empty cup aside, then focused his attention on
his shackled prize. "Now, just relax-it should be easy after swallowing that."
He allowed his rough hands to wander over the boy's slender body, examining him
and weighing in his mind the gold Merlin would bring him once he was thrust onto
the market tomorrow.
Merlin felt as if he had a fever, his skin flushed and every nerve ending alive.
The calloused hands against his skin brought not the rush of revulsion they
should have but instead drew a gasp from the young man. "Stop!" he protested at
once, embarrassed by the reaction even with whatever drugged elixir he'd imbibed
making the whole world strangely fuzzy. His head swam, and when Merlin tried to
lift a hand to push the other man away, the reaction came slowly, too languidly
to have any force behind it. "Please..." Before Merlin could determine whether the man heeded his plea or not, he slipped back into unconsciousness.
Julian acknowledged the boy sleeping at the base of his throne in his specially
outfitted dungeon. He was almost angelic despite spiked collar locked around his
throat. Julian had paid a hefty price for the boy, but it would be well worth it
once he had broken him in. His need growing ever greater as his eyes raked over
Merlin, Julian prodded the slumbering creature with the toe of his leather boot.
"Wakey-wakey."
Merlin jerked away from the touch, but his head swam as his eyes opened. Had
they given him something more, or was he still in the grip of whatever he'd
swallowed before. He found himself looking up at a man with piercing blue eyes
and hair as dark as his own. "Wh-who are you?" he managed. Merlin was too woozy
to be entirely aware at first of his own state of dress - or undress - though he
was aware of something tugging at his neck. Reaching down the sorcerer felt the
studded leather and his brow furrowed. Merlin looked down and saw that he was
bare save for a silky sort of loincloth. Pale cheeks flushed with sudden color
and embarrassment. "Where am I?"
"In your new home," Julian replied, not giving the boy a chance to take his
new-found situation in. He tugged on the leather collar fastened around Merlin's
throat, dragging him forward until he came to rest on his lap. Julian manhandled
his prize, caressing Merlin's chest and twisting those luscious,
much-too-tempting nipples. "And I am your master."
"What? No!" Merlin tried to twist away and only succeeded in half falling off
the man's lap. The shift brought him up short, and Merlin's hands flew to his
neck before he managed to find his feet. Thanks to the drugs, his legs trembled,
and he found it difficult to stand. He should have been killed. Merlin had
expected to wake in a cell back in Camelot at best or not to wake at all at
worst. "I have no master," he answered firmly, though Merlin knew well enough
that the words meant absolutely nothing if the man had already bought him.
"You do now." Julian slapped Merlin across the face, smirking at the red mark
the blow left behind. He tugged his acquisition forward, making no qualms about
the further punishment Merlin would endure if he disobeyed. "Soon you will
accept it." Again, he started to roughly explore the boy's body. "I would hate
to mar you any further. After all, you are very beautiful."
The pang sang through Merlin, making him ache in a far more than physical
manner. Thanks to the serum he'd ingested, the man's rough hands still managed
to draw a response from his body. Merlin's mind, however, fought to simply
leave. He wanted to draw away as much as he could. He should have found another
way. He should have done something different. /Arthur shouldn't have left./
Merlin squeezed his eyes shut and found that there were tears running down his
cheeks although he didn't remember beginning to cry.
"Shh," Julian soothed, brushing at Merlin's falling tears with a surprisingly
tender touch. "There's no need to cry, pretty one." He shifted until the boy was
resting more comfortably on his lap, stroking Merlin's back with one hand while
the other continued its predatory exploration. "Submit to me and I will take
care of you in ways you could never possibly imagine."
There was no way to explain to the strange man that he could never belong to
anyone but Arthur. The very thought hurt, and Merlin knew he could never speak
the words. He couldn't in any case. Involving the prince would only put him in
danger, and Merlin couldn't do it, not even after Arthur had left him. Nausea
swept over him, and Merlin had no idea whether it was the emotion or whatever
they'd given him. "Can hardly think," he murmured half to himself. Unsteady on
his feet, the rough touches finally did enough to throw him off balance, and
Merlin ended up on Julian's lap once more whether he wanted to be there or not.
"You don't need to think, not after you drink this." Julian prduced a golden
goblet which was filled with an emerald-green liquid. "Go on, it will help you
feel better-I promise." He pressed the tip of the goblet to Merlin's lips,
urging the boy to take a sip. The aphrodisiac would indeed help his slave,
making him more pliable to his will.
Merlin knew that he should say no, but he couldn't find the energy to protest. And what did it matter? The man would do whatever he wanted. A bit of wine or more of whatever it was that had made him pass out before might help. Eyes locking with the stranger's, Merlinl drank deeply of the cup, swallowing as Julian tipped it up to let him take more in. Once the goblet was withdrawn, Merlin realized that his head was already swimming. /More than wine, then.../
"Tastes good, doesn't it?" Julian set the goblet aside, focusing all of his attention on the beautiful boy perched on his lap. "Now then, you should be feeling better-much better soon." Already he was fondling his acquisition again, clearly anxious for the drug to work its magic. His fingers trailed up and down Merlin's chest, teasing and exploring. "You'll learn to give yourself to me-one way or another."
Merlin shifted at the touch, suddenly filled with restless energy. "Why do you want me so badly?" Without magic, he was nothing. No one. And yet magic was the reason that Arthur had cast him aside. /So easily... Like it meant nothing at all./ So why had someone wanted him enough to buy him? Why had Sir Robert been so entranced?
"Because you are uncommonly beautiful, almost hauntingly so." Finding Merlin more receptive to his touch, Julian's fingers trailed over the loincloth barely concealing the prize underneath. "The moment I saw you, I knew I had to make you mine." He leaned forward, nuzzling the boy's throat and pressing hot kisses along the length of his graceful neck. "Something tells me you want to be wanted. I'm right, yes? Give yourself to me, and I will show you nothing but pleasure."
Had he been able to think clearly, Merlin would have protested again. He didn't
simply want to be wanted, he wanted Arthur to want him. The drug was doing its
work, though, and the heated touches were drawing a very obvious response.
Despite his feelings, Merlin heard himself let out a strangled little moan as
Julian's hand brushed tantalizingly close to his cock. "Yes," he finally
whispered, eyes falling closed a moment later. /There's no other choice,/
Merlin assured himself.
"That's it," Julian purred, thrilling at Merlin's quick acceptance. "Let me take
care of you..." Tipping the boy's dark head back, he covered that lush,
half-open mouth with his own. Merlin tasted incredible; sweet and innocent,
utterly delicious. Julian moaned softly as he plunged his tongue between those
pillow-soft lips, licking his way inside. He pushed Merlin's loincloth aside and
caressed the boy's hardening length, teasing it into full swell.
For a moment Merlin was lost in the recollection of the night before - /Was
it really such a short time ago?/ - and Arthur's hands sliding over his body in
the same way. He forgot where he was and kissed the other man hungrily, his
thoughts with Arthur instead of with his new partner and his body throbbing with
need at the image. Hazy though the world had become, Merlin came back to himself
just in time to find that he was thrusting with abandon into his new master's
palm and sliding his tongue along Julian's with a skill he hadn't known he
possessed. The realization made him blush to the tips of his ears, but it was
really too late to do anything but continue.
Julian had owned many boys in his time, but he had never experienced one quite
so receptive as Merlin. Of course the potent aphrodisiac was mostly to blame,
but there was something else going on, a terrible need beneath Merlin's
desperate and most welcome thrusts. Julian laid claimed to that delicious mouth,
plundering deeply with his tongue, while, at the same time, stroking Merlin's
dripping length. His own pleasure could wait; Julian had grown hungry to see
what the gorgeous bundle in his lap might look like when he came.
It certainly wasn't dignified fucking the hand of someone he barely knew, but
Merlin wasn't letting that stop him. Touching himself always felt good. The
charge of the aphrodisiac and his own dark mood made him not just like having
Julian's hands on his cock but crave it. He groaned openly into the kisses, lips
soft and alternating between slack acceptance and hungry response against
Julian's. He didn't taste as sweet as Arthur. He didn't feel as good. Merlin
reminded himself that another difference was the fact that Julian wanted him
enough to pay for him. Arthur hadn't even wanted him for free.
Julian upped the pleasure by reaching around and insinuating a finger from his
other hand into Merlin's beautiful ass. He toyed with his slave's excited little
opening, not quite entering, merely teasing. His actions had the desired effect
as Merlin's rigid length fairly jumped in his grasp, dripping love honey all
over his pumping fist. "It feels good, doesn't it?" Julian purred. "Feels good
to let yourself go..."
It did feel good. It felt better than Merlin would have imagined, and he
squirmed, pressing back against Julian's finger. "Yes... yes," he panted,
shivering and feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. Instead of
fighting, Merlin let the drug to its work. He tried to forget Arthur, forget
Robert, forget everything but what he was feeling in that moment - and it very
nearly worked. At least the worst of his regrets were driven back to the back of
his mind, and the young man was able to focus on the sensation alone. "P-please,
sir..." He had no idea what to call the man, but it seemed as good as anything
in the moment.
Hearing Merlin's breathless 'sir' elicited a growl of pleasure from Julian. How
might the boy sound when screaming out with pleasure? Julian was determined to
find out. With Merlin anxious for more contact, he allowed his teasing finger to
ease inside the slave's excruciatingly tight opening. He kissed Merlin heatedly.
By god, Julian hadn't even been satisfied and sex with his latest acquisition
was so thrilling! "I don't want you to come yet," the older man murmured. "You
have to try not to come, not until I let you."
Merlin gasped at the pressure of Julian's finger worming its way inside of him.
The man had strong hands, thick fingers, and Merlin was rocking back into the
touch before the man's words penetrated his consciousness. Blue eyes flew open
once again and sought out Julian's. How was he supposed to keep control when it
felt so good? He whimpered his uncertainty and buried his face against the older
man's neck. With his control so effectively eased, Merlin found himself simply
reacting, his body moving in whatever way it felt most comfortable or he never
would have thought of seeking comfort or pleasure from a man who had bought him
like cattle.
Julian stroke Merlin's rapidly pulsing, scorching-hot length with an expert's
touch. He drew the boy's foreskin tight over the weeping crown, then slowly drew
it back, dragging his fingers down the thick shaft and into the dark bush
surrounding the base. Julian tugged gently on the wiry curls, adding to Merlin's
pleasure while pressing deeply into his slave's flaring channel. "Let me make
you feel good," he breathed out, wriggling his probing digit against Merlin's
sweet spot.
The sorcerer knew he should have resisted, but he couldn't. His whole body
screamed for release, and he whimpered as the other man penetrated him. The
fingers alone weren't enough, but they were still driving Merlin nearly crazy.
He was beyond making anything but small, breathless moans as he awkwardly moved
in the other man's grasp. Before long, Merlin let out a sound that seemed to be
as much pain as pleasure as he finally came hard over Julian's gripping fingers.
/How utterly beautiful.../ Julian watched in awe as Merlin climaxed, the boy
shuddering and gasping in his lap. He continued to alternately stroke Merlin's
spasming length and probe his flaring channel until the slave was completely
spent. Only then did Julian relent, examining his cum-stained fingers
thoughtfully. "Oh, what a wicked thing you are." His tone was breathless and
husky, belying his own desire. "You came without my permission. I shall have to
teach you to obey me, boy."
Merlin shivered at the sound of the man's voice. It dripped with desire, and he
was overcome by how intense his need was again despite being spent. Though he
knew it was the drugs and whatever else had been given to him, Merlin wanted
nothing more than to make up every wrong that might have been done by the act of
letting go without his master's permission. He was still too muddled to speak
his thoughts clearly, but the sorcerer murmured a soft plea, something along the
lines of wanting to help Julian find pleasure as well. He truthfully had no idea
of what to do, but it didn't stop the young man from arching up and kissing his
master hungrily.
Julian was pleasantly taken aback by Merlin's ravenous appetite. It seemed the
price he had paid for the lovely boy-magic user or not-was well worth the
princely sum. Rising on two unsteady legs, Julian continued devouring Merlin's
needy mouth as he carried him over to the very large bed dominating the room. He
fairly tossed him onto the mattress, following shortly and draping his body over
Merlin's. Reaching beneath Merlin, Julian cradled his lovely ass, mauling it one
moment, caressing it the next.
Merlin moaned at the touches, rising to meet the kisses. He wanted everything to
be obliterated from his mind. If the man's body and the drugs could do that, it
was well worth being humiliated. What was his pride in the face of the pain he'd
been living with? Surely being someone's plaything would be better than spending
the rest of his days mourning the loss of the man whose bed he truly wanted to
share. It had to be.
While one hand kept itself busy fondling Merlin's aching body, Julian used the
other to deftly peel away his own clothing. His cock, thick and meaty and hard
as iron, sprang free, and the older man groaned as he pressed himself against
Merlin's thigh. The drugs had had a potent effect on the boy already, and Julian
could hardly wait to see how Merlin might react to the feel of him.
"Now... now... please..." Merlin knew that the mindless plea was utterly without
direction, but they both knew what came next. The man had driven him half mad
with desire. His master's touch and the drug had very nearly given him the
oblivion he craved. "Now..." He needed to feel Julian pushing inside of him
before he could start thinking again, before he could remember that the only man
who'd ever taken him before was Arthur. Merlin wanted to think of anything at
all but Arthur. "Sir... master... now..."
"You need it that badly, do you?" Julian's teeth brushed Merlin's nipples, while
his large hands worked to spread the boy's alabaster thighs wide apart. "I do so
love someone who begs." He drew out the last word as he used the evidence of
Merlin's earlier release to slick the furrow of his new slave's tight little
rear. Preparing Merlin only served to inflame Julian's feverish blood that much
more. Finally, the hunger grew even too much for him and he was pressing the
glistening tip of his cock against Merlin's twitching opening. The pleasure was
intense and immediate and, with a deep groan, Julian let his satisfaction be
known. "Oh, you are perfect!"
Merlin screamed out his pleasure as the man entered him. Though he knew it was
an effect of the drugs, it still felt like heaven being torn open by his new
master. He knew that it probably should have hurt. He'd only been taken once,
and Arthur had been far more gentle in his preparations. And yet the need was
such that he could do nothing but arch and twist and press himself hungrily
against Julian. For a moment his mind flashed to Arthur and how wonderful it had
felt clinging to the gorgeous man as they approached climax together. "Harder,"
Merlin gasped in a desperate bid to drive away the memories.
Julian was more than happy to oblige. His fingers sank into Merlin's squirming
hips, tugging the needy boy closer and ramming his stiff prick deep inside of
that wondrous, clenching ass. Julian groaned, leaning in to brush his panting
mouth across Merlin's ear. "Is this what you want?" he hissed, pounding
relentlessly into his beautiful slave.
Merlin just whimpered in response and pushed back. It almost hurt, and Merlin
found the pressure achingly familiar. But the man behind him was most definitely
not Arthur, the lush, dirty voice purring in his ear something entirely new and
different. Thanks to the drugs and his overstimulated state, Merlin found
himself already close to the edge. His body seemed more coordinated than his
mind, constantly grasping at the man's cock as he withdrew.
Julian, a man known for his almost inhuman stamina, found himself on the verge
of supreme ecstasy. His cock THROBBED and ACHED deep inside of Merlin, and his
groin sizzled with heat that threatened to boil right over. "S'good," he
whispered, nipping at one of the boy's earlobes. "I've never.. felt anything...
as good... as you..." He thrust hard, burying himself deep and Julian's entire
body shuddered with pleasure as he held himself there, soaking in the intense
sensations.
Merlin said nothing in response. He didn't trust his own voice, didn't trust
what he might say if he let himself speak. Instead he gasped aloud and pushed
back against Julian. He was so close to the edge, and in his drugged mind,
Merlin somehow thought that if he could just cum, the sensation would obliterate
his memories, all the painful thoughts of Arthur that crowded his mind. The
desperation as much as the passion served to finally shove him over the edge.
Merlin screamed without reservation as he came. His release spattered down onto
the stranger's sheets as his slender body bucked.
Julian panted against Merlin's throat, embracing him tightly as that beautiful
body convulsed against his own. It was an incredible sight, not to mention a
wondrous feeling. Julian had never witnessed anyone cum as much as Merlin,
especially considering he'd spent himself earlier. The way in which his new
slave clenched around him threatened to wrench another orgasm from Julian. He
gasped, shuddered, and to his amazement, came again!
Merlin felt the man spasming against him, the warm rush that signaled his
climax. An unfamiliar sense of pride accompanied the realization that he'd
wrenched not one but two orgasms from the man. The drugs couldn't quite dull how
good it felt even as he realized his ass ached slightly from the hard, sudden
coupling. "Don't even know your name," he murmured breathlessly.
"You can call me 'Master'," Julian purred against Merlin's throat. He held the
boy possessively, letting his hands roam all over the slave's beautiful young
body. Remaining deeply entrenched within the tight heat Merlin offered him,
Julian squirmed and fought hard not to whimper from the excruciating pleasure.
"How about a bath?" he finally managed to suggest. "We could take one together."
Merlin nodded, surprised to find that he wasn't disgusted by the idea. He knew
that it was probably the drugs but chose to ignore that fact. The truth was that
he was hungry for someone who desired him, and this man had desired him enough
to buy him. Again, he knew that he should be disgusted, but Merlin's life had
spun so wildly out of control that he wasn't sure he'd be able to think clearly
even without the drugs.