The Birth of Ignaius - (Part 2 of the Ignaius-Saga)

Mindgames

**Mature content warning. This chapter includes repeated references to sexual torture.**

The pleased smile on Lord Nevala's face turned into a truly sadistic grin when he took in the fear in Variel's eyes. Fear was a special treat that he drank in like a good wine, but it was also a tool that he loved to wield. His voice was almost sweet, when he talked to Variel: "My boy, you are probably aware that this is just the beginning. I am sure that you can imagine a few things my men would love to do to you. Be assured that they are also much interested in trying some that you can't even imagine. It is up to your king, who supposedly cares about you, to spare you. One signature is all that it takes. One signature to keep the hands - and other body parts - of my men away from your tight, little ass. Maybe, if you beg prettily, he will have mercy with you."

While he talked some of his men were pulling down their pants and started to masturbate to give more substance to the threat. It didn't need much of an effort for them to get a hard on, obviously they were as much turned on by a helpless victim as Lord Nevala was - and a lot more interested in actually getting dirty. Different from their lord, they didn't get off on just power and fear.

It was now all-too-clear to Variel why he was here, and his eyes darted around to all the men now displaying their intentions. The panic he'd desperately been holding back finally set in and his breathing picked up as his heart tried to flee his chest. "Please, th- this... i-isn't necessary... I..." He had nothing intelligent to say, and it was only fear that made him say even that pointless bit. He already felt humiliated and mortified as all these men stood around him, pleasuring themselves to drive home the threat, but he did indeed know that this was only the beginning.

Even though he was so afraid, Variel made a conscious effort not to look at Tanier. They were using him to get to the king, to force Tanier to do as they wanted. Variel - for the time being - refused to play into that. He didn't want to make things even more difficult for his king, to selfishly expect the man to sign something he obviously detested - and possibly sign away his life - just to spare him this.

Now was the time. Tanier made his decision and lunged into action, so as to not give his guard any warning. He brought up his knee and pushed it hard into the other men's abdomen. The hands, that were holding him, fell away. He pushed the man away and launched another kick against his knee, knowing the pain would incapacitate him for a while, if he hit the right point. He attacked the whole group full force. He had an advantage as he had caught some of them literally with their pants down and hardly anyone had suspected his attack. And the one person who possibly had, was his main target: The grin under the mask. He tried to get to him by sheer force, using his speed and body weight to get through to him, trying to land a blow in his face and get him off from Variel's back.

Several of the men recoiled from the sudden ballistic attack fromt he king, whom they had expected to be held firm by the large man set to guard him. Rovik himself just stood there, completely calm and waiting for Tanier to reach him, an amused little smirk resting on his lips.

And, as he had expected, Tanier didn't quite make it. There had been some men standing back, those who did not intend to participate in Variel's torture but were still on hand in case things went wrong. With so many men coming up from behind him, there was just no way for Tanier to avoid getting caught, no matter how talented a fighter he was. Two men seized his arms while another drove a knee into his back to knock the wind from him. He fell just a short distance away from Variel and the man he'd been after.

Rovik chuckled and 'task'ed in mock-sympathy. "Oh, you poor man. Such a valiant effort, but all for naught." He brought his hands to the sides of Variel's head, stroking his cheeks and his neck around the collar. "Unfortunately, your little pet had the right idea at first. Violence just isn't the answer here. Now..." He looked to the men wrestling with the king. "Do us all a favor and fit him with some manacles, would you? Just make sure he has a good vantage point. I wouldn't want him to miss the show; he might even learn some nice tricks."

The men began to drag Tanier backward.

Tanier went down, but he did not stop fighting. He landed an occasional punch or kick, but whenever a man let go of him as a result, there was one or even two others to take his place and he was dragged back, inch by inch, until he was securely shackled to the wall. His jacket was torn and he was bleeding profusely from a flesh wound on his forehead that looked way more dangerous than it actually was. He was panting when everyone was finally letting go of him. He really felt like telling the man to fuck himself, but that was probably not a good idea. He felt pretty good right now, despite the cut over his right eyebrow, despite the feeling of nausea and the throbbing pain in his head. But he knew that the elation over landing a few blows would be short lived.

Variel was now looking at Tanier, concern about the nasty-looking cut on his forehead breaking through his fear over his own situation. However, he was quickly reminded of his predicament as the man holding him began to caress his hair 'affectionately'.

"Well, that was fun," he said, chuckling and sighing in the same breath. "Now, boys, let's regroup. Hopefully none of you is too injured to join in."

An involuntary whimper escaped Variel as the man tugged sharply on his hair, tilting his head back once more.

"You know, we should actually thank you, Your Majesty," Rovik continued to taunt. "Nothing like a good scrap to get a man's blood up and ready for a good, hard fuck, but I'm sure you already knew that." he looked around. "What about it, fellas? Ready see what all the fuss is about?" He next looked to Lord Nevala. "Are you planning on sticking around for the show, my Lord, or - perhaps - joining in?"

"I will enjoy the show," Lord Nevala replied. He looked from Variel to Tanier and took a step back, making room for those who wanted to do more than just watch. His preferences where clearly different. He could stick his cock up someones ass every day he liked. But not every day he got such a beautiful display of suffering.

Actually a few of the men were injured, but it hardly made a difference. They still had more than enough manpower to handle two prisoners. Tanier could easily tell that he had just made a few new friends. Some of the guards were obviously just hoping for a chance to get even with him. He knew that this had not been a smart thing to do, when his highest goal should be to buy them some time to survive. Yet he was unable to simply stand by and do nothing while they raped Variel, as long as there was anything left he could do.

He glared at the man who was taunting him. He consoled himself with the idea that he would deliver his reply later and that his captors would eventually pay the price, no matter, if he and Variel survived this. He tried to reign in his anger that he could feel rise again as soon as he saw Variel tremble from the cold and from fear, for he knew his anger to be selfish.

"Well, looks like His Majesty has nothing more to say, so let us begin." Rovik had taken over, looking right at home in a situation that should have been so uncommon. "Now, one down side to a boy is he's only got two holes to fuck, so we'll start two at a time. We'll see in a little while if we might be able to get more." He looked around, then pointed out two of the men. "You and you. How'd you like to break him in?" He reached over to take the leash from the man that had been holding it and held it out to one of the men he'd chosen. He did not make clear his criteria for the choice.