The Prince and His Slave (boyxboy)

Chapter One

Bastian

The wagon pulled up and a few of us guards waited along with servants to take in these new pleasure slaves.

King Gaston from lands away had sent them for Prince Dorian's twentieth birthday. I knew King Gaston knew what these slaves would go through, being offered to Prince Dorian.

Dorian was a bit heavy handed with the slaves he came in contact with. I knew he was rough with them when he took them to his bed and it was quite usual for them to be left with a few bruises or other worse injuries. Such as a broken arm on one of the worst cases. I felt sorry for the girls he chose, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was the prince and I was merely a guard. A guard he liked, but a guard nonetheless.

The wagon stopped and the driver hopped off to open the back. A few servants stepped forward to help the girls off. They stepped away from the wagon one by one and I saw that Gaston knew well what Dorian liked. And that was blondes. Blue eyes were a bonus and I couldn't quite tell from here, but I was willing to bet they all had them.

Where these girls were from it was usual for the women to be tall and strong looking, these girls were no different. I didn't know how Dorian would like them, but their complexions worked in their favor.

When they all stood next to each other I noticed one that was shorter and more delicate than the rest. I looked away and then looked back again.

This one wasn't a girl. His sheer garments were altered just enough from the girls' that it showed he didn't have the same equipment. I couldn't believe I didn't notice sooner.

What did Gaston think he was doing sending Dorian a boy?

It wasn't uncommon for men, even royal men, to lay with boys, but Dorian never had a taste for them.

I could see the girls staying clear of the boy. The girls crowded together, but he was kept away. I knew in some places it was seen as a disgrace for a boy to be a pleasure slave and maybe that was the case where they were from.

The boy shivered and the gold bracelets on his wrists clinked together.

"Get them inside," I said roughly. The boy's eyes flicked to me then he quickly looked down at his feet when he found me already staring at him.

The servants started to usher the slaves inside and once the boy was close to me, he tripped. I caught him with a hand to his arm and got him upright. He shivered again. I could feel his skin wasn't cold at all, it was warm under my hand.

He was shivering from fear. He'd heard what happens to Dorian's slaves.

I held onto the boy as I watched the tall girls walk by, none of them glanced at him. I looked down at him and he hesitantly looked up. His eyes were a beautiful green blue.

All the girls and servants headed inside and we were left alone beside the other guards.

"You're safe," I told him softly. He blinked up at me, lips parting. "The prince doesn't like boys. He won't be taking you to his bed."

His breath was shaky and his voice was small. "But what am I- that's what I'm for."

"We'll find another job for you once the prince dismisses you. Do you know how to cook?" The boy shook his head. "Know anything about horses or weapons?" That was a stupid question. He was one of the most delicate boys I'd ever seen. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been locked up his whole life, learning how to be a pleasure slave. That's how it went for most of the girls, I knew.

He ended up shaking his head again.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Camille," he answered quietly.