See Chapter 1 for warnings & info
Author's Notes: Additional warning for this chapter: there's non-con issues. As you might guess. So if that's a trigger or squick for you, avoid this chapter.
Arthur stalked back to Morena's room, having been furious to find both his father and Julian completely drunk on wine when he'd ventured near the throne room. He had never known Julian to be anything but a bad influence and, the notion of what the older man had done with Merlin, reignited the Prince's rage. He rapped lightly on Morena's door, only entering when he was given leave to do so. "Have you two settled things?" he asked hopefully, before his expression turned grim as he reluctantly informed Merlin, "I'm afraid Julian has requested your presence..."
Morena gripped the young man's hand for a moment and met his gaze. "Be strong, Merlin. Things will be better. I promise you, they will."
He nodded, not really believing but badly wanting to. Could he do it? Even Uther, who had caused so much pain... did he really deserve whatever it was that the potion would do? /And if I don't, am I just saving my own conscience? So many people could stop running and hiding.../ Merlin was so distracted that he drifted wordlessly down the hallway at Arthur's side for several moments before even realizing they were halfway to the king's rooms. The thought made him shiver. "I'm sorry. I just... there's so much to think about..." He reached out and brushed his fingers against Arthur's hand quickly, retreating before anyone could spot them. "Did Julian... did he say... Morena seemed sure about what she'd heard."
"Merlin, before tonight, I would not have even thought twice about my father's... private life," Arthur replied, his brow furrowed with conflicted worry. Then, with a sudden decisiveness, he gripped Merlin's shoulders. "If it is true, then I cannot willingly allow you to go in there. I feel as if I no longer know my own father, and I'm afraid of what might happen to you." He leaned in closer, lightly brushing his mouth against Merlin's. "I have only just got you back... I can't lose you again."
The words brought a brilliant smile to Merlin's face, but he gave a shake of his head. "You won't." His hand clutched at the vial in his pocket. It was their chance. It was the way they could really be together, make some kind of life even if it wasn't the one they'd planned on. "It's fine. It... we can't make them suspicious that anything's wrong, Arthur. Not now. The ceremony's tomorrow, they're both drunk. Probably just going to pass out anyway." At least he prayed that was the case. Merlin gave the prince's hand a warm squeeze before opening the door himself and stepping inside. He gave a shallow bow to the men before looking to his master, gaze questioning. "You asked for me, Sir?"
"Merlin!" Julian exclaimed, sloshing the contents of his goblet as he gestured grandly in his slave's direction. "Where have you been? I was just about to send out a search party..." He slurred his words, clearly wasted from the copious amounts of wine courtesy of the King's larder. "C'me'ere..." Reaching out, he tugged Merlin into his lap with his free hand and lewdly nibbled on the boy's passion-marked throat.
Uther, equally smashed, groaned his appreciation of the display. If the sovereign had been in his right frame of mind, he would not have been so inclined for Merlin's presence to become an object of lust. However, his judgement was thoroughly clouded and he and Julian had a tradition to uphold. "Why don't we retire to my quarters?" he suggested, rising shakily from the throne. "If you enjoy this one so much..." Uther indicated Merlin, "...then, I know you'll be thrilled with my Theoden."
Merlin felt his stomach lurch. It wasn't a rumor, then. Morena had been right. And if he didn't go along with it, he would not only be tipping Julian off that something was wrong, he'd be giving up his one opportunity to free Camelot from Uther's rule. He held his tongue, closed his eyes, and reluctantly slid off of Julian's lap when the man urged him to go. He took a hesitant step toward Uther and then stood waiting. He honestly had no idea what was expected of him, whether Uther would still want the same thing when he wasn't in his friend's jovial presence.
Something akin to a sinister smile appeared as Uther gazed upon the boy he so despised standing before him. Julian, although blitzed on the heady wine, caught the King's expression and chided, "Now now, my friend... You won't mark him too badly? He's my most prized possession..." Another gulp from the goblet, and then the nobleman was staggering to his feet and moving up behind Merlin. "Sweet to taste... warm and tight... and quite the screamer, I might add..." He tugged the boy's trousers down, turning him around and shamelessly displaying his backside.
Although not his Theoden, Uther had to admit it was a lovely sight indeed. "He screams... you say?" That had definitely piqued his interest.
"Oh yes," Julian hissed, lewdly caressing Merlin's bottom for the other man's amusement. "And begs..."
Merlin couldn't recall ever feeling such humiliation. He was thankful at least that Arthur had accompanied him only as far as the door. The thought struck him that he could probably beg Julian to reconsider and keep him for the night instead. /Not the time to be a coward,/ he told himself harshly.
He led Julian and his slave back to his room, calling out Theoden's name as soon as they were all inside. Uther embraced Theoden immediately, placing a chaste kiss on the boy's lips without hesitation. "This is my old friend Julian," he introduced the pair, "and he will be our guest tonight..." His hand roamed down, shamelessly caressing Theoden's lithe body. "Would you like to play with him for me?"
Theoden blanched at the suggestion. "Sire?" His gaze moved to Uther's face, but he could discern little save that the high flush on the man's cheeks meant he was well into his cups. The young man bit his lip and looked to Julian, finally managing, "If... if that is your wish, Sire..." He let his gaze stray over to Merlin, gaze questioning silently.
/Yeah, because this wasn't bad enough,/ Merlin thought. He hated that he had to be a part of the swap, but seeing the boy being pulled in as well made him ill. /He's Uther's servant, but do they really.../ Merlin realized that the boy hadn't flinched in the slightest at the king's touch, only showing any reluctance at the idea of being shared with someone else. He certainly never would have suspected that the king's interests included men, though Theoden hardly counted as that. The sorcerer suspected that he had quite a few years on the king's manservant, and he was hardly of age himself.
Seeing Uther's gaze move to a decanter on the nightstand, he realized that there was at least one bit of good that could come of the whole thing yet. "I'll refill your glass," he offered, not bothering with any honorific. Uther was likely too drunk to notice, and he certainly had no intention of giving the man more than he'd already have to. Quickly Merlin tipped the contents of the vial that had remained clutched in his fingers into the glass along with a generous portion of wine and brought it to Uther's hand. He felt like the idiot Arthur had always deemed him to be running around the room in just his shirt, but Merlin wasn't about to redress himself without orders to. That he suspected they would notice.
Julian wasted no time in assessing Theoden's merits, and he was more than pleasantly surprised by Uther's find. "How lovely you are," he purred in the boy's ear. His hands roaming all over Theoden, Julian stripped him of his clothing and pushed him down onto the bed. Unwilling to give the boy a chance to react, he lunged forward and closed his lips over one tempting nipple.
Feeling both awkward and uneasy, Theo was caught off guard by the sudden rush of pleasure. He'd been touched by only two people in his life, and the whore who he'd lain with the first time hardly counted. The boy found his eyes fluttering closed despite being certain that he would enjoy not a moment of being touched by someone else.
Relishing the erotic scene taking place before him, Uther tore his attention to Merlin. He loathed the sight of him, he wanted to hurt him, to see this filthy magic user grovelling at his feet before he killed him... However, the overindulgence of alcohol had sparked a new-found desire in the king as he ordered Merlin to strip, and then to fetch an ornately carved box from atop the wardrobe.
Swallowing, Merlin grabbed the box, staring at it suspiciously. He didn't like the options left to him and couldn't help thinking of the "interesting" shop that Julian had promised to take him to. If the two of them did things like this often - and they seemed far too coordinated for it to be anything else - then what sort of things did Uther keep hidden in his room? Still he passed the box into the king's keeping and did his best not to fidget as he stood in front of the man.
Gazing upon Merlin like a ravenous tiger about to pounce on its prey, Uther found himself taken with the boy's naked gleaming form. Finding Merlin more well endowed than he would have ever imagined, the king's fingers gave into temptation and combed through the dense hairs framing the boy's lovely cock. He felt a shudder course through Merlin as he weighed his balls in his hand. "Are you frightened, boy?" That seemed to please Uther; relinquishing his touch, he opened the box and, making a selection, produced a tiny bell on a red ribbon. "Closer," he ordered Merlin, tying the bell around the base of his prodigious member. Uther flicked the length, making the bell ring. His smile, thoroughly calculating, settled on Merlin's face. "You're going to make this ring for me while..." His hand disappeared into the box again, revealing a facsimile of his own royal cock carved from ivory. "...you ride this."
Merlin couldn't even try to keep an expression of abject shock from his face. He stared at the ivory cock as if trying to process what exactly he was seeing. A deep blush colored the boy's cheeks. He had heard of such things, of course, but seeing it in person was a bit more jarring - especially when it was being presented by his lover's father. For a second, Merlin seriously contemplated turning and running from the room to see if he could make it. The thought died out quickly. Merlin was stupid sometimes, but most certainly not that stupid. "Um, right," he finally assented, obviously not having the faintest idea of what to do with the strange situation.
"You'll enjoy it, I promise," Uther chuckled at Merlin's incredulous reaction. He reached over to the bedside table and selected one of the vials of oil he kept nearby. Pouring its contents over the ivory phallus, Uther pressed the glistening shaft into Merlin's hand. "Now, I want to watch you... Squat down, slowly... Take it all inside..."
Julian, passionately ravishing Theoden's sensitive nipples, paused long enough to glance over his shoulder and fix Merlin with a meaningful gaze. "You wouldn't want to disappoint us, right?" he panted, making it clear that his slave had no other choice in the matter. Julian inflamed by Theoden's writhing form beneath him, reached between the boy's legs and closed his hand over his groin.
/I would, actually. Thanks for asking./ Merlin kept the words to himself, just nodded at his master's suggestion and trying to find a way to not feel completely awkward about the situation. He failed rather miserably and finally settled for closing his eyes as he positioned himself over the length. /Don't think about them. Think about Arthur./ That train of thought helped a bit, and Merlin let himself picture Arthur's body, picture himself sinking down instead on the prince's cock. The self-imposed ruse worked rather well, and Merlin could feel himself hardening as the artificial cock slowly pressed into his body. He was surprised to hear a low moan and even more surprised to realize that it was his own.
Theoden's gaze snapped open at the sound, and he turned take in the view. Coupled with Julian's hot hands roaming over his body, it was enough to draw a soft sigh of pleasure from his lips as well. There was no question that he would rather have been with the king, but since the show was in part for the king... well, surely that made it alright to enjoy it a bit.
Finding his attention torn between Theoden's delicious body and the heated show Merlin was putting on, Julian peeled off Theo's meager clothing and sank between the boy's legs as he drank in the sight of that beautiful erection. "Mmm," he groaned appreciatively, "very nice..." Julian kissed Theoden's inner thighs, his mouth teasing as he licked his way down to those wriggling toes. He painstakingly suckled each one, knowing that his skill would only serve to make Theo that much more excited.
The boy gasped aloud and pushed up onto his elbows to watch better exactly what Julian was doing. He'd never particularly thought of his feet as a spot that could be so pleasantly erotic, but the man was proving him wrong without even seeming to try. It was delicious. A shiver ran through Theoden's body as he savored the unexpected stimulation.
Merlin happily allowed himself to wallow in the fantasy he'd created. He could pretend that he felt Arthur against him. He still all but smelled the other man from earlier. If he focused hard enough on what it would feel like if Arthur really was there, then it was almost possible to block out the room and the unfamiliar sounds around him entirely.
Hazy from the vast amounts of wine he'd ingested, Uther remained sharp enough to realize that Merlin's thoughts were elsewhere. He also had to admit that-as much as he despised the boy-his naked, aroused form made for a thrilling sight. "Can you take it all?" the king purred, his eyes watching as more and more of the ivory phallus disappeared inside of Merlin's body.
The sound of Uther's voice was an unwelcome intrusion into the escapist fantasy, but Merlin nodded just the same. "Yes," he whispered almost absently. After all, he had learned to take Julian with ease, and the man was certainly a match for the carving in that arena. Inch by inch, Merlin let the length slide into his body. He bit his lip, careful to keep the fantasy he was weaving to himself. Somehow he doubted that Uther would appreciate the fact that his newest toy was fantasizing about his son instead.
Julian, meanwhile, nibbled and licked his way back toward his prize: Theoden's twitching length. Fairly begging for attention, Julian swept his tongue from base to tip and delighted in the shivers of pleasure that coursed over Theoden's body. His hands roamed over the boy's chest, his fingers closing over erect nipples and torturing them while pleasuring that sweet cock.
Theoden whimpered at the feeling of it but found that his gaze kept wandering away from Julian and back to Uther. He longed to be in the king's arms instead no matter how good it felt with Julian. It hurt more to find that Uther's gaze was trained intently on the pale young man in front of him. /Shouldn't Uther hate the boy, not desire him?/ It had certainly seemed so before tonight whenever Uther spoke of Merlin. And yet... the feeling of Julian's lips and his eager fingers still sent thrills of pleasure through his body.
Uther wouldn't have believed Merlin capable of the act as he watched, intently thrilled, by the sight of the ivory cock disappearing fully into the boy's shuddering body. The bell tied around Merlin's cock rang more insistently as that blushing length continued to swell, and glistening pearls formed at the flaring tip. It wouldn't be long before Merlin erupted, and that fact afforded Uther a great deal of sadistic pleasure.
Between Merlin's breathless moans and Theoden's writhing, Julian found himself thrillingly oversexed. He was also amused to find how much Merlin had seemingly captivated Uther. Of course if he hadn't been so enraptured with pleasing Theoden, he would have been right beside the king enjoying Merlin's erotic show. Parting his lips, Julian swallowed Theoden's delicious arousal down to the base. He moaned as he felt the rigid length fairly leap at the back of his throat. Theoden was wonderfully sensitive from his time with Uther, and Julian loved a beautiful slave who surrendered so completely.
Despite himself, Theoden found his gaze moving to Merlin. The young man was beautiful. His skin fairly glowed, and he could see why Uther's gaze devoured the boy. As he watched, the servant-turned-slave shuddered, his back arching and his head thrown back as he came with a low groan of pleasure. It was gorgeous. The boy bit his lip and thrust unconsciously up into Julian's eager mouth as his own libido was sent into overdrive by what he was watching.
Uther's mouth watered as vast jets of cum exploded from Merlin's straining length, while the boy's hips continued to thrust mindlessly around that ivory cock. Julian paused in how own ministrations to take in his slave's cataclysmic release; he wasn't disappointed. Merlin came like no other he had ever known. Violent shivers coursed over the boy's gorgeously flushed body, his torso glistening with sweat and dripping with the evidence of his passion. Smiling wickedly, Julian urged Theoden, "Merlin's made quite a mess, hasn't he? Why don't you lick him clean?" His suggestion brought an approving groan from Uther, whose gaze made it clear that he wished to see Theoden's tongue at work.
The words did their job of cutting through the fog of the aftermath, but by the time Merlin was fully paying attention, the boy who had been on the bed only moments before was kneeling before him. His instinct was to tell the other servant to leave him be, but that was hardly possible given the situation. Instead he swallowed hard as Theoden gave in to the suggestion without a second's hesitation. He couldn't help thinking that Julian would have been a lot better off with someone like him. It appeared that the younger man was enjoying himself greatly despite the awkward situation.
In fact the new position was far more to Theoden's liking. He was licking Julian's servant clean, yes, but he was also kneeling at his own master's feet and giving Uther a rather tempting view in the process as he bent to run his tongue along a white trail against Merlin's stomach.
Julian openly stroked himself, mesmerized by the enticing scene taking place before him and Uther. He had no idea how his old friend managed to keep himself in check with two delicious boys willing to give into their basest desires. Theoden possessed one of the loveliest rumps he had ever laid eyes on-even rivaling Merlin's splendid bottom-and Julian wasted little time in sinking to his knees and caressing those tempting globes of flesh. He spread Theoden apart, catching his breath at the sight of the boy's tender opening twitching frantically as if begging for attention. At a silent signal from Uther, Julian groaned and dove forward, flicking his tongue out and tasting that supple ring of flesh.
The moan that came from Thoden's throat vibrated through Merlin's cock, and he gasped. The last thing he wanted was to put on a show for Uther Pendragon, but even with the drugs out of his system, Merlin was surprised to find that it had become almost habit to please Julian. He was staring at his master rimming the boy with abandon and felt his cock twitch before the shame of the reaction could set in. It was simple enough not to look at Uther at all, to pretend that he wasn't part of the equation, and that suited Merlin far better than accepting the reality of what was going on.
Julian lived for visiting Camelot and indulging with Uther, and tonight had turned out to be one of the most spectacular stopovers of all time. Theoden tasted incredible and, as Julian skewered the boy with his tongue, he could have sworn he detected Uther's lingering release inside of him. It inflamed his desire that much more as he reached between Theoden's legs and teased the boy's rigid length.
Painfully hard by this point Uther refused to touch himself. He had decided to save his release for a particular moment as he called out to Theoden in a raspy tone, "Bring him to the edge, but don't allow him to cum again..."
Though it was difficult to focus with Julian tonguing him and the bitter taste of the slave's cum on his tongue, Theoden forced himself to pay attention. Merlin was hard as a rock, and probably especially sensitive after his release. Instead of moving to the most obvious target and licking the cum from the other young man's cock, Theo continued to kiss and lick everywhere else. He could feel the faint muscular tremors beneath his lips that meant that his partner was losing control. "Not yet," he whispered, the words a soft request instead of an order.
Theo had a point. Merlin knew better than to let go without permission if Uther's views on the subject were anything like Julian's. He gritted his teeth, wishing he'd taken the opportunity when he had it to move away from the thick ivory phallus pressed inside of him. It was hard to keep himself in check with it pressing hard against his prostate and Theoden's tongue sliding over his skin.
Julian ached to sink himself inside Theoden's silky passage, which clenched desperately around his probing tongue. As if sensing the other man's desire, Uther gruffly commanded, "Fuck him, Julian... Fuck him, now..." Needed no further incentive, Julian straightened and eagerly took himself in hand. With Theoden's quivering opening thoroughly wet, there was no need for oil to ease the way... Especially when Julian's massive arousal was glistening with copious amounts of precum. "Oh, this is going to be so sweet," he promised Theoden, teasing the boy with the tip of his cock before pressing his way deep inside.
In that moment, Theoden forgot entirely that he was supposed to be teasing Merlin. He cried out in pleasure and pushed back against the older man. It felt like heaven to be filled after the torturously delicious teasing of the man's muscular tongue. He'd been aching for more, and though he'd hoped to be taken by his own master, the pleasure was reward enough. He whimpered braced himself on his elbows to give better leverage for meeting every thrust. "More," Theo begged without reservation. "Please... more..."
"YES!" Julian roared out his ecstasy. Theoden gripped him like a vice, drawing every last inch of his impressive arousal into the heated embrace of his lovely body. His calloused hands closed around the boy's slender hips, asserting his dominance as his swollen length pumped violently. Uther, relishing the scene more than he could have possibly expressed, finally unsheathed himself with an audible groan. His feverish gaze settled on Merlin and, giving the boy no other option, ordered him forward.
"You should be good and ready to take the real thing now, boy," he growled, easing back into the chair and making himself available for Merlin to straddle. "What are you waiting for?"
/The ground to open up and swallow me whole. Should be just a second./ Merlin swallowed hard and carefully drew himself up off the ivory cock, hissing slightly as it left his body. There were very few things he could picture that would ever be as awkward and uncomfortable as what was taking place. Left with no real choice, he did as Uther bid, glancing back to see Julian utterly lost in Theoden and the other slave looking similarly entranced. The boy's eyes were closed in ecstasy and sweat ran down over his throat. Merlin knew the feeling well. He was almost distracted enough not to think too much about what was happening as he felt Uther's hands closing on his hips and he began to slide down onto the king's rock hard erection.
Uther hissed out his drunken pleasure while inch after inch of his aching length disappeared inside of Merlin's body. Impossibly tight-especially after having taken the ivory phallus-Merlin's velvet passage seemed intent on wrenching his seed from his churning balls before they'd even truly begun. "Slowly," he insisted, whispering close to the boy's ear. Over Merlin's shoulder, Uther watched with gleaming eyes as Julian indulged in Theoden.
The sound of Uther's voice made a shiver go down the sorcerer's spine, and he had to fight against the natural urge to draw away. That wasn't an option. The king had made his demands clear, and he needed to suffer through it. After months of being used by Julian, it was simply one more indignity to suffer. This time, it was one that might finally help him to earn his freedom once more. The thought alone helped Merlin to focus his energy and listen to the king as he began to move more slowly.
Uther's eyes blazed as he hungrily watched Theoden expertly taking Julian's monster into his gorgeous body. His cock swelling at the sight, the king fucked Merlin fiercely and sharply, violent and yet slow, thrusting up into the boy's clasping ass, and groaning raggedly each time his royal prick stabbed deep. Although Uther's gaze remained doggedly fixed on his lover, when Merlin's attention wavered from him he gave the boy a none-too-gentle smack across the face. "Remember... who's... fucking... you, boy," he hissed meaningfully.
With one hand clutching Theoden's hip, Julian reached out and thread his fingers through the boy's hair, gripping the silken strands tightly. His strokes long and deep, the older man marveled at the pleasure surrounding him. He glanced down, moaning at the sight of that tender ring of muscle stretched to bursting around his overheated arousal. "You feel... amazing," he complimented through ragged breaths.
Theoden simply whimpered in response and pressed himself back against Julian. The none-too-gentle tugging of the man's fingers in his hair did nothing to dampen the boy's passion as he relished every last stroke. He shook himself from the haze of pleasure enough to look up at Uther. His heart fluttered when he saw that the sovereign's gaze was once more fixed entirely upon him. That took some of the sting out of the fact that the man was indulging in someone else entirely, his hands on the body of another. Theo reminded himself harshly that Uther was king and could take pleasure wherever he saw fit. It was, he told himself, nothing short of a miracle that the man had taken an interest in him for so long already.
Julian not only fucked Theoden hard, he nearly devoured him at the same time, leaning forward and sliding his mouth up his spine, his lips tasting the rivulets of sweat beading down the boy's back. Uther had been right; Theoden was quite an extraordinary find! He screwed and clawed at the king's servant feverishly, pumping his hips faster. His cock thundered, swelling, throbbing, jumping within the tenders folds of Theoden's passage. "What... a... delicious... little... morsel... you are," he panted close to his ear.
Theoden whimpered in response, surprised to find how good it felt to be taken by someone else. He heard the sharp sound of the slap and his gaze snapped toward Merlin and Uther. He'd been far too distracted to have any idea what had happened, but he'd honestly never seen the king raise a hand to anyone. When Merlin recovered and turned his head once more, Theoden found himself shocked by the sight of the crimson mark on his pale cheek. One of Uther's rings had connected with force enough to not only bruise but bring a trickle of blood to the surface as well.
The pain didn't bother Merlin half as much as the fact that his attempts to be as mentally absent as possible were being thwarted. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look down at the man. He'd never felt such open hatred for anyone as he did for Uther in that moment, and he honestly didn't care whether the king read the thought in his eyes or not. If what Morena had said was true, what Uther thought of him would matter very little in a day or two.
Uther only felt a thrill over having caused Merlin visible pain. As far as the king was concerned the boy was nothing more than filth, and his fate at becoming Julian's slave to do with as his friend pleased wasn't quite the punishment he would have hoped for... But, it was a satisfying one. As a consequence of his harsh actions, Uther groaned as Merlin clenched even tighter around him. And the sovereign dug his fingers into the boy's flesh in order to hurt them that much more.
Prepared for the shock of pain this time, Merlin gritted his teeth and didn't let out a sound. He had to give Uther some things but was eager to exercise the small amount of control left in his power.
Julian, too drunk and too focused on Theoden, did not notice Merlin's distress. Instead he pummeled Uther's slave's beautiful ass, his large, heavy balls slamming against Theoden's. As he leaned over his back, he nibbled at an earlobe while still tugging on Theoden's hair. "Delicious slut," he purred, withdrawing with a surprising abruptness. He manhandled Theoden, kissing him sharply before rolling him onto his back. Then Julian was sheathing himself back inside the boy's tantalizing warmth, thrusting harder than ever before.
Theo was disappointed for a moment at the change of views but soon found himself gasping with every thrust and rushing toward release as Julian claimed him. The man had the same eager abandon that Uther generally showed in their time together but the drink had left him with less control, and the wildness of the coupling as much as anything left Theoden aching for more.
It was easy to tell that the other pair were reaching their zenith, and Merlin found himself praying that Uther would soon be finished with the exercise in humiliation as well. He wanted nothing more than to slink away back to the quarters he shared with Julian and bath until he couldn't smell the other man on him anymore.
Julian, being decidedly limber, bent double as he managed to take Theoden's weeping length into his mouth while simultaneously fucking the beautiful boy to the brink of madness. His balls tightened and the first wrenching signal of his impending explosion shuddered through him. He sucked Theoden feverishly, desperately wanting to taste the boy's release. Julian groaned around that delicious length; his cock swelled and erupted, painting that tender passage with copious amounts of scorching white.
Unable to hold back, Theoden's back arched, and he came hard as Julian bucked against him. He had heard stories of men and women who were able to engage in some rather... unique positions thanks to their flexibility, but he had never encountered one. The feeling of being sucked and fucked at the same time made him cum harder than he could remember.
Julian drank Theoden down as if the boy's release were sweeter than the finest wine. Theoden's seed flooded his mouth, coating his throat as Julian refused-even in his stupor-to allow even a single drop to go to waste. When he finally descended from the high of his climax, and Theoden was completely spent, Julian let the boy's cock slip from his mouth while he descended upon him, kissing him hungrily.
Watching all of this intently, Uther's fingernails dug deeply into Merlin's flesh, leaving angry scratches in their wake. His cock throbbed painfully, while his heavy balls churned. "Does Julian... make you scream?" he panted harshly in Merlin's ear. "You're going... to scream... for me... You're going to... beg to cum..."
The initial response of "not fucking likely" didn't sound like a safe one. Instead of speaking, Merlin bit the inside of his cheek and tried to remember that sometimes it was better to say nothing at all. He could barely stomach being with Uther and saw no way that the man's fantasies would be coming true anytime soon. He was beginning to lose hope that the man was too drunk to notice the lack.
Uther's thrusts grew harder, more violent; when Merlin did not comply to his wishes, the king grunted out his ire and slapped the defiant boy across the face again. "Beg!" he ordered, flicking out his tongue to relish the fresh trickle of blood. "Beg me... to make you... cum!"
Merlin winced at the pain, unable to hold the reaction back. "Please," he managed quietly. It wasn't much, but it was the best he could manage in the quick moment when he realized exactly how badly the king wanted a response. His erection had flagged once he'd been pulled away from Theoden and forced to focus his attentions on Uther once again. He felt ill and wished that Julian would pick now to rescue him from the situation. "Please... make me cum," he managed in a tone that sounded more pained than anything.
Utterly oblivious to what was happening so close to them, Theoden sighed and slung his arms bonelessly around Julian's neck to hold him close. His lips parted at once to allow the older man entrance, and he wondered dimly if Uther was still watching them.
Uther clumsily untied the bell from around Merlin's rapidly pulsing cock. An
abundance of precum oozed from the flaring slit, and the king eased his hand
around the boy's heated length with a surprising tenderness considering his
harsh methods. "All you... had to do... was ask," he hissed between panting
breaths. Uther thrust upward, his massive arousal skewering Merlin in a violent
attempt to make him climax first.
Merlin let out a yelp that was part pain and some small part pleasure too. Apparently there was at least some of the drug left in his system judging by how easily his body betrayed his heart and mind. Merlin reminded himself that fighting against it was only likely to make things worse - not to mention drawing them out. Instead he let his eyes flutter to half mast and tried not to think at all. He gave in the limited movement of his hips that the king's crushing grip allowed and soon found his fingers curling into fists where they rested against his thighs.
Julian, meanwhile, continued lavishing attention on Theoden, who writhed and
shuddered beneath him. As he gasped against the boy's delicious mouth, he
wondered if he might have a chance to ravish Theoden again. Or, better yet, both
Theoden and Merlin at the same time.
Theo shifted against the man, having for a moment forgotten Merlin and Uther until he heard a cry from the other boy and wrested his mouth away from Julian's. As he watched the servant moving on Uther's lap tensed and very nearly sobbed as he came. It confused Theo to see that he seemed almost troubled by the release instead of enjoying every second of it as it seemed he should.
Only when Merlin erupted did Uther allow himself to find release. The king grunted and groaned like a wild animal, thrusting wildly into the boy's clenching passage as his achingly swollen length burst forth its seed. He came and came, flooding Merlin's abused channel which simply could not hold in the tide. Julian, glancing up from his continual ravishing of Theoden, watched the sight hungrily. He shifted over, and without hesitation, began to lick fervently at Uther's thrusting length, tasting the bitter fluid seeping from Merlin. Then, he was kissing Theoden again, sharing the wealth. When Uther was finally spent, he dropped Merlin into an unceremonious heap on the floor.
Merlin didn't particularly care about getting a new bruise or two. Instead he happily shifted a little farther away from Uther and hoped that the whole ordeal was finished. He drew his knees up, not quite bold enough to dare trying to cover himself up.
Theo parted his lips at once and kissed Julian with languid passion. He was sated but never too much to say no to something that felt so good. The lithe boy leaned back and felt Uther's leg at his back, the closeness to his lover only making him that much hotter.
"Did you enjoy him?" Uther asked Julian, his dark gaze taking in the sight of his old friend and his lover intertwined. "He is quite special to me." Dropping to his knees, the king fed his glistening length into Theoden's mouth, and groaning softly at the warmth of his lips. He caressed the boy's flushed cheek tenderly, in sharp contrast to his rough treatment of Merlin.
Julian drunkenly shifted closer to Merlin, taking the shivering boy into his arms and kissing him before replying to Uther, "Yes, you were quite right about him." He noted the cut on Merlin's cheek, kissing the wound. "Uther you promised not to mark my pretty Merlin too badly," he chided, urging his prized slave to his feet while adding, "Thank you for tonight, my friend." He staggered out of the room with Merlin, leaving Uther and Theoden alone.