Captured by the King

Chapter 9

"Oh." He chuckles softly, taking hold of the end of the object and slowly moving it around. The king suppressed a moan, squirming with delight as Alex slowly moved the object back and forth.

He's really riled up today...

           "I see you couldn't wait for me." He remarks, kissing King on the neck and sucking a hickey into existence. George whimpers.
           "Well I didn't want to have to wait to be prepped..." He explains, gasping a bit as Alex used the glass dildo to rub circles into his prostate.

Impatient as always I see. Good to know you haven't gone even more crazy.

"A-Alexander please..." He whines. Alexander smirks.
           "Awwww, you want more my King?" He asks, slowly sliding the dildo out of him. It was released from him with a quiet pop, making Alex grin like a dope.

Heh. That's a fun sound.

King huffs, holding his knees back, his length standing up against his stomach.
           "Fuck me Alexander, I'm begging..." He whimpers. Alex bites his lip, sliding up between his legs, pressing his cock to his lovers entrance. He very gently presses against it, not letting himself slide in. He elicited a few desperate moans from the King, watching him squirm with need. He squeezed the king's love handles, excitement prickling over his skin as he heard a low moan.

He's getting a little chunky. Not that I'm complaining of course.

He quickly slides into George, forcing a sharp and feminine moan from him.
            "Ahh! Alexander!!" He whimpers. Alex purrs, grinding his hips into George, making him moan quietly, babbling nonsense.
            "You're such a little whore for my cock.~ Aren't you?" Alex asks. The king whimpers, nodding and squeezing his eyes shut as Alex slowly thrusted into him, gently rubbing his prostate.
            "Y-Yes... Aahhh... Yes Alexander..." He moans softly. Alex felt excitement building deep in his cock.

Oh fuck yes, say my name again you dirty bastard.

            "Ohhh, gives me chills. I love it when people take the time to moan my full name. Do it again." He demands, sharply bucking his hips into him. The king moans sharply, a high trill in his voice.
            "Ahhhh!! Alexander!! Yeeees!!!" He moans sharply. Excitement bubbled in his stomach as he watched the King melt from his touch. He growls, getting a devious idea.

I could choke this man right now. Maybe even kill him.

Actually that's a terrible idea.

I'll do it gently as a kink thing... Yeah.

He reaches up to the King's neck, about to choke him when the King suddenly flipped him onto his back, riding him. A chill of guilt and fear shot up his spine as he saw the ice cold glare the king was giving him.

I'm in danger. This is dangerous! BAIL!

            "Alexander. Did you just try to kill me?" He asks, sliding his hand up Alex's chest, resting on his collarbone. Alex shakes his head vigorously, gulping.
            "No! S-Some people have a choking kink, c-clearly you don't, I-I'm sorry— I should've asked." He says quickly, stumbling on his words.

Fuck this is bad. This is bad you idiot!

The king raises an eyebrow.
            "Hm... Do I need to bring in a guard to oversee our sexual ventures, Alexander?" He asks, wrapping his hand around Alex's throat, squeezing gently at first.

Fuck! No no no! Don't bring that guard in! Wake up stupid, say something!

            "Wh-What?" He asks, opening his mouth as the King squeezed harder.

What?! What?? That's it?!

            "I suppose we do. The guard coming in is the one I had whipped into submission. The accomplice to the one who whipped you. You may recognize him." He says darkly. Alexander clutched at King's hand, barely able to breathe.

Oh well that's just great! Let's have the traumatized guard oversee this!

The king claps his hands, still on Alex's cock. The guard walked into the room, his face straight. Alex's blood ran cold, this guard's eyes were dead, hardly any life behind his gaze. The guard stood a respectable distance away, not directly staring at him, but Hamilton could feel his gaze.

Oh god... What did they do? His back is probably worn to the bone.

           His attention snaps back to George as he started bouncing on his cock quickly.
"You're mine. You understand? I'm not yours. You belong to me." He growls, squeezing Alex's throat tightly. Alex feels an odd excited feeling rise in his stomach. Danger, adrenaline, a hot and exciting feeling.

This feels pretty good actually... Aside from the whole not being able to breathe thing.

He gasps as George rolls his hips, fucking himself on his length. The next minute was a blur, pleasure building quickly as George rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. George suddenly tightened his grip even more, Hamilton couldn't breathe anymore, but the slowly decreasing amount of oxygen was somehow getting him closer and to his climax.

Fuck me! Yes! Before I pass out- make me come! Ah! Fuck yes!

George moans sharply, suddenly coming hard onto Alex.
"Ahhh!! Alexander!! Fuck!" He yells. Alexander quickly came hard into George, eliciting a quiet moan from him. George released his throat, allowing him to gulp air into his starving lungs.

Air! Holy fuck! Breathe!

Alex coughs, rubbing his neck gently. There was likely a bruise there.

He looks up the guard. He quickly realized the guard wasn't looking at him, he was looking at George. His eyes were crazed, hardly alive but there was passion of unknown intent. The guard shifts his grip on his musket, the bayonet shining.

Wait... That guard- something isn't right. There's a bad feeling in the room.
Fight!
Run!
Do nothing.

The guard suddenly yells, raising his musket, bringing it down suddenly.

Move!

Alex shoves George out of the way, George's gaze was astonished, connecting with his in a split second.

George? Don't let me die.

He heard the bayonet scrape against one of his ribs before he felt the pain, fiery pain that sucked the breath out of him. He coughs, sending a new burst of pain through his side.

Pain! That hurts! Get it away!

The guard looked down at Alex with a blank expression, but slowly a smile formed on his lips.
"Goodbye. I'll be seeing my comrade soon." He says softly, tears welling in his eyes. Alex could hardly process what was going on, much less when he heard the click of a pistol being cocked. He reflexively ducks as George fired the pistol, blowing out the brains of the guard, painting the wall.

Alex yells as the musket fell, twisting in his wound. He growls, gritting his teeth as he held the musket up, keeping the bayonet in his side. It was clean through him.

I hope that didn't hit anything important.

It had grazed his bottom rib on the left side. Alex was now acutely aware that shock was setting in, and George was talking to him, and hurriedly calling to the maids for a doctor. A mixture of the pain and shock was making him lose consciousness.

Don't let me die. There's a million things I want to do.

He quickly slips into the void, feeling light.