The King's Harem

Tied

"There will be a banquet we must prepare for." Plan announced entering the common room.

"What? Why?" Gun asked.

"The King has ordered us to prepare a dance for the new arrivals. We're ordered to take care of the injured men, because they saved the King and the King wants us to make them feel welcome." Plan jumped up and down.

"Plan calm down." Gun's voice rose over Plan's excitement. "What's going on?"

"The new arrivals saved our King from an attack and now we will hold a banquet in their honor." Plan repeated slower. Only Plan would be excited for the festivities, while everyone else groaned. "Ahh, come on guys it will be fun."

"Wait!! What attack?" Win interjected.

Plan re-laid the nights events to the men. His boyish enthusiasm captivating his audience. "Now we have to take care of them." Plan finished.

"We have yet to fully recover from our injuries" Win rebuked.

"It's okay, Win." Gun reassured his friend. "We're better, the healing pods did most of the healing and Saints ointment did the rest, besides we need to be on our best behavior for now."

A servant girl entered, "The king requests one of you to assist the new arrivals, he is just out of the healing pod." The servant informed the harem.

"I will go." Gun volunteered, when no one responded. "Show me to his chambers." 

Someone attacked the king? Who were the attackers? Who were the men that saved King Joss? Did they know they saved a tyrant? Questions swirled in his mind. If only these men hadn't interfered, then the king would be dead. Gun thought bitterly.

Entering the chambers a man with tattered clothes laid sleeping on a bed, bandages all around his shoulder. "Bring me tea, a bowl and cleansing cloths." he instructed the girl.

Gun carefully began removing the sleeping man's clothes. The girl returned with the towels and Gun began wiping away the grim and dirt from the man's body and face.

"He's quite handsome isn't he, Sir?" The girl blushed when Gun turn to look at her.

"I guess." Gun murmured looking at the man's face. His lips were slightly open his chest rose and fell rhythmically a sign that the time spent in the healing pod had gone well. Gun noted the handsome features on the man's face. His muscles toned and firm, a tattoo of a skull decorated the uninjured shoulder. Gun traced the design with his finger. I wonder if that hurt he thought absently. Startled at his thought he turned and dismissed the girl, "I'm fine now you can leave."

Gun continued to wash the man. Trying to turn his patient, Gun slipped on his robe. He fell on to the bed and the man fell with him pinning him. "Ugh...get off." Gun struggled. The man snored slightly. "I...can't...breath." Gun pushed again. "Hey...can you hear me?" Gun spoke softly at first then a little louder, "Wake up!! Your squishing me!! ...ugh" I'm going to die of suffocation. Gun thought. He turned his head making one last effort to wake the heavy man. His face was was so close to Gun, he could see the scar under his brow. "Wow... you really are handsome." Gun murmured. Tracing the scar then tracing down his nose. His fingers followed the line of his jaw stopping at his lips. The urge to kiss the man drew Gun nearer.

"Who the hell are you?" A voice startled Gun.

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Pain filled Bright's mind. The memory of falling fluttered through his mind. He could feel someone lifting him.

"We can take care of him." A voice said.

"How can we trust you?" Was that Boun? Muddled thoughts clouded Bright's mind. He opened his eyes but the pain blurred his vision.

"Ugh..." Bright tried to talk.

"Don't talk we're going to help you." Who was that?

"Ugh..." Bright repeated. Where were his friends? Where was he? Pain rose again and Bright sank under, submitting to painless sleep.

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Gulf looked up at the ceiling waiting for the King to return. His arms and legs were bond to the bed. He had spent the last half hour trying to untie the rope to no avail. The door opened and the King stalked in. "It seems we have visitors." He informed the bound Gulf. Gulf remained silent,  listening to the kings approaching footsteps. "We will hold a banquet and I expect you to entertain us with your dance." His deep voice commanded." I expect you to dance as elegantly as the first day you danced for me."

"Yes my King, I will do as you say. Can you please untie me?" Gulf asked hesitantly.

"I think you look beautiful spread out ready for me."

"Sire, the ropes are hurting me."

"Pain can be pleasure...my sweet." Climbing onto the bed he rose over Gulf. Grabbing Gulf's jaw he turned him to face him. "It is exquisite when pain becomes pleasure." He purred biting Gulf's neck. Gulf pulled against the ropes trying to push the king away. "What is this?" The King growled gripping Gulf's jaw tighter. The king lifted the necklace from Gulf's neck.

"It is your crest my king. I had the servants buy one at the market for me. I wanted to show you that I'm loyal to you." Gulf explained thinking quickly. "I just wanted to please you."

The king smiled, mollified. "You please me well." He kissed Gulf again slightly biting, marking his property.

"My King please." Gulf begged.

"Yes beg... we have all night." The tyrant smiled at the fear and pain in Gulf's eyes. "Soon your screams of pain will turn to moans of pleasure and then you will see how giving I can be."

Please someone help me, Gulf's mind screamed, only the cold metal of the crest gave him hope.