A/N: Time for the Fatman =D

Huzzahsss

I sit in my plush, golden adorned chair, watching as my servants bustle around, trying to clean the hall's floor to the sheen that I've come to expect. I love this part of the job. Just sitting and making sure that your own home is where you want it to be. No dealing with diplomats, no listening to the whiny peasants. Just me and my power.

Life is so fucking good.

"King Eric?" a servant approaches me.

"Yes?" I ask, a bit annoyed at him for interrupting my observations.

"Sir, would you like us to preserve Kyle's meal?"

I consider this for a moment, before sighing. "I suppose. Put it in the jars until tomorrow. He may eat then." Curse me and my generosity.

"Yes, Sire," he bows before stepping back to his chores. I smirk as he hastily retreats back to his broom. Who would have thought that being a king could feel so good?

Well, I did for years, but that's beside the point. I've always had excellent insight.

I stand from my chair and stretch tiredly. It's a lot of work being as amazing as I am. I step down from my stand and begin walking out of my main hall. I love touring the palace at night. It reminds me that I've gotten far and that now this place is mine to do whatever I wish with.

Feels good, not gonna lie.

I head down the scarlet fabric outlining my palace floor and can't help but smile. Before, it was all blue and silver. Colors of peace and neutrality.

Not on my watch.

Now we have a kingdom colored for war, for the blood of our enemies to match the drapes hanging from my windows. We have the glittering metallic color fit for ruling, one that symbolizes our power and wealth. I've done such great things for this country, it's almost surreal.

I'm just amazing like that.

I hear voices coming down the hall and recognize them as those of the diplomats from earlier. I raise my brow at this. The diplomats? They should have been with my pet over an hour ago. I conceal myself behind a long curtain, shaking my head at myself. I'm a king, I should just ask them why they're not with him. Given they always tend to change the story if I'm directing the conversation.

"You think he's okay?" Rasmus asks.

"Eh, he's fine," Proteus answers. "He'll wake up and be ready for someone else, I'm sure."

"Yeah, maybe Leander will actually get a piece of him then," Eusebio snickers.

My brows furrow at this. Did Kyle not take care of all of them?

"He just not do it for ya, Leander? Kelt chuckles. "Even him lying naked did nothing for you?"

"Shut up," Leander rolls his eyes.

"Poor poor Leander," Proteus shakes his head. "Has to be sucked off for hours before any risings, hm?"

My teeth grit at this. I don't care how long it takes, he is supposed to be there to please every. Last. One.

The men all pass me and head down towards their own quarters and I emerge from my hiding spot. I can feel my temperature rising in fury. He is supposed to follow my orders to the letter! I growl and turn, heading down towards his room. I pass Token in the hall and he bows.

"Hello, Sir." he says politely.

"Hello. How was your time with Kyle?" I cut to the chase. I don't have time for chatter.

"Excellent."

"Then why are you not still with him?"

"We really got him hard," he shrugged. "For a mere 200 drachmas, we figured we'd done enough damage."

"Very well. Good night," I don't wait for a response as I continue tromping down the halls. He's had enough damage when I say he has! I suppose I'll just have to finish the job myself.

I beat against his door twice. "Kahl?" I yell.

"Y-yes?" I hear. He's terrified. Good.

I burst in the room, finding him standing in front of his table looking at me with his robe undone. I step in and shut the door behind me, our eyes never breaking from each other.

"Kahl, where are the diplomats?" I demand.

"T-they left."

"And why did they leave, Kahl?" I step closer to him.

He takes a shaky breath. "I...I don't know."

I take a composing breath before curling my index finger. "Come here, Kahl."

He timidly walks towards me, trying to keep his robe closed. I don't know why. He knows it's coming off soon. I cup his chin in my hand and tilt his head around. "I'm not seeing any marks aside from this," I poke a red hickey on the side of his neck. "Why are you so clean, Kahl?"

"They didn't want to, I guess," he mumbles, looking towards our side. That pisses me off.

I grab his throat and tighten my grip. "You LOOK at me when you're talking to me! Now look at me you little slut!" His eyes flicker up and I see a spark of fear pass through them. I push him back and he falls onto his ass on the ground, looking up at me shakily. I kick the side of his head with my sandal and watch as he flies back onto his side. "Sit up," I order. He nervously sets himself back up, looking towards me as a purple abrasion begins to form under the blood. I lick my lips nonchalantly. I do love it when he bleeds.

"I...I'm sorry...," he whimpers, trembling violently. "They just didn't..."

"Didn't want you?" I finish. He cringes before shrugging.

"I...I don't know..."

"Why didn't you care for Leander, Kahl?" I watch as his face contorts into confusion and then into realization.

"Sire, I...I completely for-"

"Forgot that I gave you specific orders?" I ask. "Forgot that it is your job to make sure that each of them is given what they paid for? You've been doing this for a long time, you whore. You know the rules by now."

"Never in a group that big...," he croaks. He looks like he's about to cry. This couldn't be more delicious looking.

"Perhaps I should make you bed such large groups more often. Maybe you'll figure simple concepts of winning your ally's trust, my stupid little slut." He shudders with shame and terror passing his small features. Oh dear Zeus, this is hot.

"Stand," I order. He does so, his spindly legs shaking under him. "Robe off." He sniffs before slowly sliding the cloth down his shoulders. I look at his naked form unabashedly and lick my lips. I step towards him and cup his chin. "What a beautiful little pet I have," I purr. "Shame that he's been so naughty. I suppose punishment is in order, don't you?"

His eyes glisten and his shaking becomes more erratic. "As you w-wish, Sir..." he stammers. I can just imagine my own sadistic grin. I love when he's submissive.

I lean forward and peck his nose softly, his eyes never leaving mine. I stroke his cheek lovingly before raising my fist and bringing it straight into his jawline. He falls back once more, but quickly rolls over onto his knees, cupping his mouth as blood seeps between his fingers.

I casually walk over to his bed, kicking off my sandals and sitting. "You have 30 seconds," I claim. His eyes widen and he jumps to his feet, rushing over towards me with a slight limp. He slams his mouth against mine, sharing the taste of his blood and I can feel a moan caught in my throat from the metallic sensation. His fingers work furiously to undo my chiton and pull it off of my body. He nibbles on my bottom lip and his fingers roam over my nipples, turning them into hard little peaks. I break off slightly and smirk. "15 seconds."

He pushes me back onto the bed and begins running his hand up and down my still semi-erect cock, though I can feel it growing in his palm.

"Come on, Kahl..." I lick my lips. "You got ten..."

I hear him mutter an obscenity before I feel his mouth closing around my member. It grows harder as his tongue desperately caresses the head, suckling my skin as hard as his little mouth allows him. "Five..."

He works faster, little tears trailing down his face as he tries to all of me in, failing miserably as his fear prevents him from breathing. He has to take himself off to choke and I sit. "Time's up." He looks at me panting, his eyes widened in fear. I grab his throat and slam him down onto the bed. I notice some cooled cum beside us and run my fingers through it, holding it to his lips. "Eat it."

He takes his tongue and lightly trails my fingertips, trying to earn my mercy by being seductive. Fat chance. This bitch has got to learn his place. As he finishes licking, I grab his wrists and hold them above his head, taking the hand holding his throat and stroking myself a few times. I'm dry as hell. He's going to wish those diplomats were in here now.

I determine myself to be hard enough and position myself, moving my hand back to his throat. "Scream for me, bitch," I growl before thrusting into him. He lets out a long whine and tries to sob for breath. I push down on his neck and he chokes, his lashes fluttering delicately against his ivory skin, begging for air. I hold my ground, beginning to slowly move in and out of him. I want this to go for as long as it possibly can.

I continue my steady driving, watching as he nears losing consciousness. I release his throat a bit, allowing him to get enough air for his eyes to glisten again before reapplying the pressure. He's so beautiful when he chokes. His face tinges of red and purple, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. His pink lips slightly parted as he gasps for air underneath my crushing grasp.

Serves him right.

I pick up my pace, hitting into him hard enough that the sound of our slapping skin makes even me cringe as I think about what kind of damage this could do to him. But what the hell do I care? He's my damn toy. If I want to break him then no one can stop me.

He cries underneath me, completely under my power. Hot streams of water drip down his face and he tries to break of my grasp to be able to sob like he wants to. I just tighten my grip, leaning down and licking his tears. Delicious. I can practically feel his bones breaking as I hold his wrists down forcefully. He's tensed up and just making it harder on himself.

"Come on, Whore," I pant. "Not like you've never taken it before."

His eyes meet mine and I feel myself coming closer to my end. He's almost dead. He's hanging on that thin line. His eyes are like that of a doll's, cold and lifeless. The tears pour out without incentive, making those jades of his produce a fake sparkle. I loosen on his neck just slightly. I can't have my pet dying. That would displease me too much.

I pound into him harder, leaning over him more and putting more of my weight onto his small form. He's so tiny and breakable; just the way I like him. I loosen my grip on his neck more, just to hear a beautiful sob escape his throat. Just what I need. His desperate cry of pain pulls me over and I retighten my grasp, leaning my upper body back up and pushing down on his wrists and larynx. I explode in him, feeling my load coming back and washing over my pulsing skin. It feels amazing.

I look down, noticing that Kyle has stopped struggling. I release him and his wrists just fall limply above his head, his face turned towards the side of the room. I pull out of him and sit atop his hips, looking down at him with a smile. His chest is slowly and unsteadily rising and falling, so he'll be fine. I stroke his smooth, reddened cheek, feeling the wetness of his tears still stuck to his skin. I notice I still have some release on my cock and wipe it off with my hand before smearing it across his cheek and neck.

I stand from my position and calmly pull my tunic back on, smoothing the sash that Kyle wrinkled in his desperation to get it off of me. I smooth out my sweaty chestnut hair and look back as I hear him groan softly. His eyes flutter open and he shakily sits himself up, his eyes falling on me and vague realization striking them.

"Eric?" he whispers.

I walk back to him and stand in front of him, cupping his chin. I pull him into a long kiss and slowly pull back. "You were naughty, Kahl."

"I was?" he croaks, blinking almost robotically.

"Yes," I nod. "You're being punished."

"Oh...," he says cutely before falling forward and hanging limply in my arms.

"Can you hear me?" I ask.

"Yes...," comes a small whimper.

"You're not getting dinner for three days, we've got another few diplomats coming in and we need you small. Got it?"

He mutters something incomprehensible and I pull him back from me. He's unconscious again. Whether or not he heard me, I have no idea. But he'll figure it out sooner or later. I shake my head before kissing his forehead lightly and lying him down onto the bed. I pull a thin sheet over him, sighing at myself. I'm just too nice sometimes for my own good.

I walk towards his door and look back at the fragile lump beneath the covers. He's lucky that I find him so beautiful. His stubbornness really pisses me off sometimes. I step out of his room and gently shut the door behind me, heading back to my main hall and ignoring the servants I pass as they greet me.

I have better things to do with my time.

A/n: I guess that all the chapters are gonna be smexy in some way now xD

Anyone complaining? No? Good.

Eric's such a dick xP

Thanks for R&R-ing!