Captured by the King

Chapter 2

It had been a few weeks since Hamilton had been introduced to the King, he had come in every day to feed him, give him something to drink, and replace his clothes with clean garments every couple days. Sometimes he would even come in just to talk, and give him an extra snack or loosen the corset, since he was gaining weight back. And every three or so days, he would lead Hamilton to the bathroom and bathe him, much to Hamilton's embarrassment and shame. The Kings visits grew more frequent as time went on, he was constantly in his company. Today, however, was a bit different.

He heard the King enter as usual. However, he was wearing different shoes, and Hamilton could tell from the way they sounded on the floor, but the rhythm in which they hit the floor told him it was still George.

I wish I had the money to buy new shoes. Then again I wish I could walk down my home street in America at all, shoes or not. But nooooo, I had to get fucking captured.

"New shoes?" He asks, turning his head towards George. George smiles, staying quiet as he sat on the bed, reaching his hand toward the blindfold. He hesitated, he had never removed the blindfold, and was concerned Hamilton would react different than he hoped. Hamilton saw the light darken over his eyes, his heart jumping to his throat.

Oh god. Please. Take it off. I am fucking begging.

"Your hand is over the blindfold... I can tell... Take it off... Being blind for nearly two months is not fun." He says with a small laugh, doing to his best to hide his desperation. The King gingerly untied the blindfold and lifted it away. Hamilton opens his eyes, flinching at the light. He blinks a few times, clearing his vision. He looks over at George, humming with uncertainty.

Oh. Well... He doesn't look too crazy. I know he is though. Paintings don't really do him justice.

"You look different than I expected... The paintings don't quite show you in the right light." He says quietly. King wasn't really listening though, he was too busy admiring Hamilton's eyes, a light blue, with a hint of violet.
"Mm... Well, you are even more attractive with the blind fold off, I must say." He grins, his expression darkening a bit, beginning to look more predatory.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Oh shit now he looks creepy.

Hamilton gulps, sensing the change in his demeanor very quickly.
"George?" He watches George walk to the door and lock it, walking back to him and climbing onto the bed.

Oh fuck.

He slowly unbuttons Hamilton's shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. Hamilton nervously squirms, confused until George suddenly leans down and kisses him on the lips. Hamilton held back a moan, it had been so long since he had gotten any kind of affection.

Don't moan. Don't moan. For fucks sake don't let yourself moan.

He didn't want to be kissing George, but he had been craving it subconsciously. George slips his tongue into his mouth. Alex shudders, relishing in the sweet pleasure that danced across his tongue, the attention going straight to his cock. George moans softly, pulling away. He seemed disappointed.
"You didn't kiss me back." He whines. He starts planting kisses on Hamilton's ear, slowly moving down his jawline, down to his neck, sucking and licking gently, leaving small red marks that quickly faded. Hamilton moaned almost silently, excited and resistant at the same time. George pulls away for a moment, studying Hamilton's face. His eyes betrayed him, conveying the attention he was craving. George carries on, moving down his chest, running his fingers over his nipples gently, pinching them at different angles and rolling them. Hamilton huffs, squirming as his cock rose up in his pants, the outline clearly visible after a moment. Hamilton huffs.