RPS Fic: Spoil Of War [Adam/Tommy] 10/14

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[Part 9]
[Master Post]

Part 10

"Where are we going?" Tommy asked as he accepted the clothing Adam handed to him.

"It's a surprise."

Tommy set the clothes on the bed and picked up the tunic. The cloth was of fine quality, but it wasn't see-through like the others. Curiosity killing him, Tommy shrugged into it, then picked up a pair of underpants and slipped them on. Next were a pair of leggings that had Tommy arching his eyebrows at Adam. It wasn't a hot day by any means, but it wasn't cold either.

Adam chuckled. "Just dress. You'll find out soon enough."

Tommy pulled on the leggings and secured them under his tunic, then tied the soft leather belt provided around his waist, which served to pull in the sides of his tunic.

"Now what?" Tommy asked, pushing hair that was still damp from his bath earlier out of his face.

"Present your neck," Adam said.

Tommy stepped forward and tilted his chin up so Adam could secure the diamond collar around his throat. Once Adam was through, Tommy dutifully held out his hands, expecting the slave bracelets to be next, but Adam shook his head.

"No, they would get in the way. Come, but remember your place as we go through the great hall. Uncle Gregory will probably try to bait you. He is not happy about this."

Tommy's eyebrows lifted at that, wondering what Adam could possibly be up to that would both anger the king but that the king wouldn't outright forbid based on that.

Following Adam across the room, Tommy mumbled, "I should have kept control longer. I could have made you tell me."

Adam laughed and turned back toward him, pulling Tommy into his arms for a kiss. Afterwards, he bit playfully at Tommy's bottom lip.

"Don't pout. You look ridiculous," Adam said, throwing Tommy's words from the night before back in his face.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Give me a hint, then?"

Adam grinned. "Your backside's not going to appreciate it, but I'm willing to bet you'll enjoy what we're doing too much to care."

Tommy returned the grin. "A bet, hmm? What are the stakes?"

Adam appeared to think about it. "If I win, you are to greet me kneeling, oiled and stretched every night for a week when I arrive in chambers, just like you were last night, except with an erection and without the anger."

Tommy's heart picked up pace slightly. "You liked that, did you?"

"Very much, yes. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to take you then and there, no matter your mood or reasoning behind it."

Tommy's cock twitched in interest. "Done. And if I win?"

"You can touch yourself when I'm not around and come without permission for the next week."

Tommy sucked in a sharp breath. "What are we waiting for? Let's go so I can win this bet."

Adam laughed and led the way out of chambers. "We shall see who wins."

"We shall," Tommy replied, staying behind and to the left of him like a dutiful slave as they stepped out into the hall.

Minutes later, they were almost through the great hall when King Gregory called Adam over, and by default, Tommy.

When Adam stopped in front of King Gregory's throne, the king reached over and rested a hand on Randal's knee. "My husband was otherwise occupied last night and didn't get to see your slave's bruises."

Tommy tensed, willing Adam to say no, even though he knew it wasn't all that likely. They had to keep up appearances, and now that Tommy knew what King Gregory had done to Adam, he understood the dynamic between them much better. There was a battle for control going on here that went beyond issues of the throne.

Adam remained silent for a moment before nodding his head and gesturing Tommy forward. "Show Lord Randal your bruises, slave."

"Yes, My Lord," Tommy replied dutifully, face heating at all the people around to witness his embarrassment.

Last night they had at least been tucked away along one wall, out of the way of most traffic, and the table had lent some cover. Now, though, he had to step up onto the stone platform the throne sat on and face the entire room as he dropped his pants for the king and his husband to ogle.

Tommy turned toward the room and took a deep breath. Keeping his gaze locked on Adam's feet, Tommy reached under his tunic to unfasten his leggings and underpants. He slid them down over his ass, then flipped the back of his tunic up, exposing himself.

"Wow," Randal said, sounding impressed despite himself. "I'll bet he screamed beautifully."

"He did," Adam boasted.

"Did he learn his lesson?" Randal asked.

"He would not be standing here exposed without so much as a sound of protest if he hadn't. Trust me on that."

Tommy didn't need to look up to know Adam was smirking for their benefit. Fists clenching in his gathered tunic, Tommy tried not to let what Adam was saying bother him. It was all for show, he reminded himself. That didn't, however, minimize the humiliation.

"I would like to hear that from your slave's own lips," King Gregory said.

Tommy's gaze flicked up to Adam's face as Adam asked, "Am I right? Did you learn your lesson?"

Tommy hesitated, just long enough to give King Gregory and Lord Randal the impression he was still battling with submission but clearly unwilling to take another beating in the name of pride, before responding, "Yes, My Lord. I know my place."

Adam nodded, then asked, "And your place is?"

"I'm your property, My Lord. Yours to do with as you choose," Tommy responded, cursing himself for getting turned on as he said that, given the circumstances he was being forced to say it under. It helped a little that the look in Adam's eyes told Tommy he was having the exact same problem.

"I am impressed," Randal said, then. "You appear to have managed the impossible and brought him in line." He paused, then asked, "May I touch?"

"No," Adam said firmly and Tommy had to fight not to exhale loudly in relief. "He's mine and I have no intention of sharing. Look your fill, but your hands stay off."

"Understandable," Randal said, even though he didn't sound very happy about it.

Adam motioned for Tommy to right his clothing and Tommy hurried to comply, gaze flicking around the room for any sign Brooke or Isaac had witnessed his humiliation. They were nowhere to be found, though, and for that Tommy was immensely grateful.

Adam nodded his head in King Gregory's direction and turned to leave. Tommy started down the steps after him, but King Gregory's voice froze them both in their tracks.

"So would you agree he's ready for a performance?"

Adam turned slowly back and Tommy stared at him as Adam met Gregory's eyes over Tommy's shoulder. "Excuse me?"

"You promised me a performance once he was properly brought in line."

"Surely you don't mean now," Adam said.

"No, of course not," King Gregory said. "We will be having a feast to send Queen Brooke off at the end of the week. That will do."

Adam nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I look forward to showing him off."

Tommy's skin crawled with the feeling of King Gregory's gaze on him as they made their way out of the hall. They didn't speak until they neared the stables and Adam was able to pull him behind several stacks of hay, and into his arms.

Tommy remained stiff for a moment, until Adam whispered next to his ear, "I’m sorry. I wish there was a way around what happened in there and what's going to happen at the feast."

Tommy exhaled and relaxed into Adam's arms, bringing his own up to wrap around Adam's waist. "As do I."

Adam leaned back a little and pressed a kiss to Tommy's temple, murmuring, "Soon we will both be free of him."

Tommy pulled back and stared up into Adam's eyes, looking for some sign he knew of Tommy's plan, but no. Adam was talking about when he'd be of age to take over the throne in a little over a year. That was not soon by Tommy's standards, but he could see how it might feel like that to Adam, after being forced to wait on his birthright for years now.

Tommy nodded and Adam's lips pressed against his. Tommy hummed quietly and opened for Adam's questing tongue. It was just a quick kiss, a taste, and then Adam was gone, stepping back and letting go of Tommy.

"We should be on our way," he said.

Tommy followed him back out from around the haystacks, asking, "When do I get to know what's going on?"

Adam led Tommy into the royal stables and turned to face him, a bright smile on his face. "Now."

Tommy's eyes widened as he looked past Adam to where Wild was waiting, already saddled up, Jeffery holding his reins. "I get to ride him again? And the king's allowing it?"

Adam nodded. "Yes, and yes. I convinced him it was in our best interests if he wanted that treaty agreement with Queen Brooke to come to fruition."

Tommy frowned. "But how…"

Tommy trailed off when he heard Brooke's laughter trickle in through the open stable doors that led out to the exercise field.

Adam grinned. "It's obvious she has her doubts about your enslavement. What better way to put her worry to rest that you were forced into this and too scared to admit that, than showing her how well I treat you and how very happy with the situation you are?"

Tommy's grin was slow, but sure. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

Adam's eyes flashed with heat. "None of that or I will bend you over the nearest haystack, regardless of who else is around."

Jeffery's eyes widened a little, but otherwise, he didn't react.

Instead of being mortified, though, Tommy laughed, knowing that Adam was joking. "I shall behave, My Lord."

Adam's eyes danced in amusement. "See that you do."

After giving Jeffery a quick hug hello, Tommy climbed astride Wild with a wince as his sore ass settled in the saddle. Adam mounted his own horse and smirked at Tommy. Tommy rolled his eyes, already preparing himself for a week spent making sure he was on his knees when Adam arrived to chambers in the evening, knowing he'd lost. Of course a bit of discomfort wouldn't matter to him in the face of getting to ride Wild and spend time with Brook and Isaac.

Adam laughed and started for the field, Tommy following behind. They spotted Brooke and Isaac immediately. They were at the other end of the field, laughing and talking. Adam and Tommy were halfway across the field before they looked up from their conversation and noticed them.

Both their eyes widened and the smiles immediately dropped from their faces. Tommy bit his bottom lip, wondering how this was going to work, considering how much was going on under the surface that Adam knew nothing about. Another wave of guilt surged through Tommy at that and he wished yet again he could tell Adam everything.

"Prince Adam, Tommy," Brooke said, nodding to them in turn.

Adam nodded back and said, "Your Highness. Shall I assume by your refusal to call my slave by his proper address that you do not care much for formality in regards to master/slave relations?"

Brooke looked surprised by the directness of the question, but nodded. "You assume correctly. I'd just as soon have him address me informally as he did when he visited Solvo as a prince, to be quite honest. I dislike the whole concept of slaves, as I'm sure you know."

Adam smiled. "Very well." Looking over at Tommy, Adam said, "You may talk freely as you do in chambers." He looked back at Brooke and added, "As long as this goes no further than the four of us."

Tommy exhaled and relaxed his shoulders. "Thanks." Looking over at Brooke, Tommy smiled and said, "And thank you Brooke."

"Now that that's settled," Adam said, "would you care for some company on your morning exercise?" Adam asked.

Brooke smiled at him and Tommy could tell the warmth in her gaze was sincere. "I would very much like that."

The four of them settled into formation, with Adam and Brooke alongside each other, and Tommy and Isaac alongside each other.

"Is this the same horse you rode into Solvo on?" Isaac asked even though they both knew very well it was.

Tommy nodded. "One and the same."

"They let you keep him?"

Tommy shook his head. "Not exactly. He was moments from execution when Adam stepped in and stopped it, actually."

Turning partially in his saddle, Adam scolded, "Don't be modest. It's because of you we didn't have to put him down." Adam looked over at Isaac. "I walked into the stables and there Tommy was, talking to him like they were old friends. Of course, I figured out right off it was Tommy's warhorse since before that, the horse wouldn't let anyone within kicking distance without serious injuries occurring. Tommy calmed him, though, and taught the horse to trust me and Jeffery, who takes care of him now that Tommy's no longer a stable slave."

"But you didn't have to stop it, knowing the time it would take to earn Wild's trust," Tommy argued.

He didn't even realize what he'd said until Isaac feigned curiosity. "Wild?"

Shifting in his seat and feeling every bruise on his ass because of it, Tommy said, "That's his name."

Brooke cocked her head a little and said to Adam, "I know first hand from looking him over myself and seeing him in action when Tommy and his father visited our kingdom that Wild is a superior horse, even by royal standards. Most likely superior even to your own mount, yet you allow Tommy to ride him instead of taking him for yourself?"

Adam shrugged. "Tommy cares for Wild the way best friends care for each other. Forget our stations. What kind of man would I be to not only deny Tommy a brisk morning ride on Wild's back, but force him to watch me ride him instead?"

Brooke studied Adam with interest. "You're absolutely nothing like your uncle, are you?"

"If they were any more different, they would be different species," Tommy said. "In fact, I'm not entirely convinced they're not."

Brooke and Isaac both tensed at Tommy's outburst, considering the lines it was skirting, but Adam just threw back his head and laughed, putting them both at ease and making Tommy smile, so very grateful beyond words that Adam was allowing them to see this side of him. He knew it would go a long way toward convincing them Tommy was okay and not in danger from him.

Adam dropped back until he was side by side with Tommy and reached over, ruffling Tommy's hair. Tommy squeaked and batted his hand away, glaring when Adam smiled widely at him.

"So," Adam said. "You're in one of your feisty moods, is that it?"

Tommy's glare gave way to a grin. "I am. Going to do something about it?"

Adam kicked his horse into gear and took off, calling over his shoulder, "I'm going to race you around this field and this time I'm going to win!"

"Only because you're a cheat!" Tommy called back, kicking Wild into gear and taking off after Adam, leaving Brooke and Isaac to stare at their backs.

They made it back around in record time, with Tommy nosing ahead just before they reached Brooke and Isaac again. Tommy whooped in victory and Brooke and Isaac laughed. Even Adam was smiling in spite of having lost yet again.

Tommy grinned at Brooke and Isaac and said, "He hasn't been able to beat me yet, even though he cheats worse every time in an attempt to win."

They all settled into a comfortable trot after that, and somehow Adam ended up pulling ahead with Isaac, the two of them discussing something to do with minstrels while Tommy and Brooke dropped back a little, until they were more or less out of earshot.

"So tell me," Brooke said. "Is this real, or an act for my benefit?"

Tommy looked her square in the eye. "It isn't an act. This is how Adam is with me whenever we're around people he trusts not to report back to the king."

Brooke nodded. "I understand what you meant last night, then, and I agree. The problem lies with his uncle, not him. I do not have enough information on his brother, though, to make a judgment there."

"If you will trust my judgment, I can tell you Neil is very much like Adam," Tommy said. "All on his own when Adam wasn't around, Neil gave me leave to talk to and treat him the way I do Adam. He's nothing like their uncle, either."

Brooke nodded again. "This makes everything more difficult, you realize."

Tommy pressed his lips together briefly before answering, "It does, yes."

"Maybe we need a new plan," Brooke mused.

Tommy's gaze flicked toward Brooke, hope leaping in his chest for the first time since he'd realized Adam was someone he didn't want to kill. "Like what?"

Brooke shook her head. "Let me think on it."

"Think fast, and I will too," Tommy said. "I have a feeling Monte won't wait patiently forever, especially once Isaac tells him what exactly my position is in the castle."

Brooke frowned at that. "If only there was a way you could meet with Monte face to face so that you could assuage the misgivings he's sure to have. I suspect it would mean more if he could see you alive and unharmed with his own eyes."

Tommy bit his bottom lip as he thought. Knowing he could find a way around the cuff on his wrist if he had to, he didn't bother mentioning it, instead focusing on the part that would be harder to handle. "Adam insists I sleep in his bed with him and he's usually wrapped around me. I think he'd notice if I were to disappear for a time."

"Is that usual?" Brooke asked. "Pleasure slaves sleeping with their masters? I just assumed they had their own pallet. They did in our kingdom before we abolished slavery."

Tommy shrugged. "I have no idea. This kingdom all but worships sex. My kingdom was much different before we freed the slaves. There, a sex slave was just above the dirt on the other slave's shoes. They didn't even sleep in the same room, let alone bed. Here, I'm at the top of the hierarchy, especially since Adam's the crown prince. My needs and health are seen to before even the guards or other free people.

"Tommy!" Adam called back over his shoulder.

Tommy glanced at Brooke, then trotted ahead to catch up with Adam, asking, "What?"

"Isaac, here, believes he has a mount that could rival yours."

Tommy's eyebrows lifted as he locked gazes with Isaac. Even though Isaac was posing as Brooke's servant, he'd brought his own mount, one he'd raced against Tommy's many times over the years, always losing.

Wondering why he had done such a thing, Tommy played along. "Does he, now? Maybe we should put it to the test."

Isaac grinned. "Maybe we should."

Adam chuckled. "Once around, back to Brooke and I."

Tommy and Isaac nodded and took off. They made it around the field in no time at all, with Tommy easily winning.

Isaac laughed. "I thought maybe Adam was letting you win earlier, but I see your horse races like the wind."

Tommy grinned from ear to ear. "He is one of a kind."

They settled into a comfortable gait after that, with Tommy and Isaac in the lead, Adam and Brooke a ways back. Tommy figured that had been the point.

"So…" Isaac said, trailing off.

Tommy glanced over at him. "Spit it out. You've never been afraid to speak your mind to me before."

"Yes, until last night when you reprimanded me," Isaac said flatly.

Tommy winced. "I'm sorry about that. I was angry and tense about something else and my temper got away from me. I would never actually take you to task for how you speak to me in private. I value the fact that you feel you can be honest with me without consequences. I hope you know that."

Isaac looked over at him and smiled. "I know. I just like hearing you grovel."

Tommy snorted and rolled his eyes. "If we weren't being watched, I'd tackle you off that horse and kick your ass."

They fell silent for a moment, then Isaac cleared his throat and said again, "So, you and Adam. It's become more than you using him to get into the royal wing, hasn't it?"

Tommy tensed but tried not to show it, not wanting Adam to feel the need to intervene. He briefly thought about denying what Isaac was saying, but knew it was pointless. Isaac knew him too well.

"It has," he said simply.

"How is this possibly going to work, then?" Isaac asked.

Tommy sighed. "Truthfully? I don't know. Brooke and I talked and decided we need a new plan. It wouldn't be right to murder Adam and Neil in their sleep, not when they so clearly oppose everything their uncle stands for."

"Monte isn't going to like this," Isaac predicted.

"Don't tell him yet," Tommy said. "If it makes it easier, I'll make that an order."

"It does," Isaac said. "What should I tell David to tell him, then?"

"Tell him that I'm in position and will be waiting for him to give the word, but that once he does, he needs to wait until he gets word back from me before attacking."

"Okay," Isaac said. "You have at least the next week, at any rate. Brooke's reinforcements won't be here before then."

Tommy nodded. "Noted. And thank you."

Isaac looked over at him. "For what?"

"For trusting my judgment and following my lead on this."

Isaac smiled warmly at him. "Of course. I've known you most of my life, my friend. I've yet to see your gut steer you wrong." The smile dropped from his face and he looked at Tommy seriously. "You know, though, this thing between you and Adam isn't going to end well. Not with all the lies between you."

Tommy bit his bottom lip, then sighed. "I'll just have to hope that when all is said and done, he can forgive me and understand that my commitment to my kingdom had to supersede my agreement with him."

"Your agreement? You mean the Master/slave contract?"

Tommy shook his head. "No. Later, he ordered me to always be honest with him in everything so that he wouldn't have to worry I was going along with something I didn't want to do just to keep from being punished. I agreed to it."

"I have to admit, I judged him unfairly when I first saw him."

Tommy shrugged. "You couldn't be expected to judge him any other way given what you witnessed upon arriving here. But that was Adam putting on an act for King Gregory. Out here, right now? This is the real Adam."

Remembering what he was going to be expected to do at the end of the week, Tommy shifted in his seat, pain flaring through his bruised backside in response. Using the pain to focus him, Tommy said, "There is something you and Brooke need to know."

"What's that?" Isaac asked.

"Yes, Tommy, what is it?" Adam asked, nearly making Tommy jump out of his seat.

"Adam. I didn't hear you ride up," Tommy said.

Adam grinned. "That was the point. You're cute when you're startled."

Tommy rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips. "Please."

"Well?" Adam asked, horse falling into step on Tommy's other side, Brooke falling into step next to Isaac.

Deciding there was no reason Adam couldn't hear what he was about to say, Tommy said, "I thought to warn them about their send off feast, given how they and their kingdom feel about slavery, sexual especially."

"Ah," Adam said, nodding his head. "You're probably right."

Looking over at Isaac and Brooke, Tommy said, "I want you both to hear from me that no matter what it appears, I've consented to what will happen that night."

"What's to happen?" Brooke asked, sounding wary.

"My uncle has demanded a … performance of sorts from Tommy and I," Adam said.

Isaac frowned. "Performance? Dance or song?"

Tommy pressed his lips together and shook his head. "In King Gregory's never-ending quest to break and humiliate me in the extreme, he has decided that now that Adam has 'brought me to heel,' as it were, he should prove it by making me perform a sex act at the feast."

"You're not serious," Brooke said, sounding truly scandalized.

"I'm afraid we are," Adam said grimly.

Tommy nodded. "Vox isn't like Tousma or Solvo. Sex is shared publicly here. Every feast I've attended so far has devolved into public sex. It's apparently as common as alcohol consumption and boastful war stories."

"My uncle knows Tousma didn't treat sex in such a manner," Adam interjected, "and therefore knows it will humiliate Tommy in the extreme, and possibly cause him to rebel. I do believe, in fact, that he's hoping for just that outcome so he can have Tommy beheaded and me removed as the heir apparent, based on the argument that if I can't control my own slave, what chance do I have in running an entire kingdom."

All of them fell silent for a moment, then Brooke asked, "Why are you telling me all this, if I may ask. You have no reason to trust I won't go running back to your uncle with it."

"I have my gut," Adam said, "and it's rarely steered me wrong in life. Besides, it's obvious Tommy feels comfortable around both of you, and I've found he's as good a judge of character as I am."

In that moment, Tommy felt like the lowest of the low. He knew he had no choice, but that didn't change how wrong it felt to keep Adam in the dark like he was.

Brooke nodded. "I appreciate the trust. And thank you for the warning. I think maybe we will skip the festivities."

Adam shook his head. "I would not recommend that. It's your send-off. It would be a slap in the face to the crown, and more than a little suspicious if you were not there."

"Then we will leave when the public sex begins," Brooke amended. "Surely he cannot expect us to stay for that, given my kingdom's stance on slavery, not to mention that public sex is very much not a part of our way of life."

Adam nodded. "That shouldn't be suspicious, no. He will be disappointed that he can't further Tommy's humiliation by having you watch, but I don't think he'll raise too much of a fuss about it. Just remain firm and make sure my uncle understands that if he pushes, he will gain your ire. He very much wants this treaty with you."

Brooke nodded. "Very well. Thank you for the advice."



Tommy moaned brokenly, face pressed against the inside of his elbow, hands tied to the bed posts, legs spread and tied to the posts at the opposite end of the bed. He was completely at Adam's mercy and he was well and thoroughly lost, pleasure and pain blurring together, melding into one inside and around him.

Somewhere around orgasm number two he'd started floating and he hadn't touched down to earth since. If this was his reward for being oiled, stretched and on his knees for Adam's return to chambers, Tommy was going to do it every night, even after he'd fulfilled the terms of the bet.

Adam's hands and lips and teeth were everywhere at once, caressing and pinching, licking and biting, occasionally smacking his bruised ass, sending bolts of electricity shooting through him to his cock, which was too spent to respond, although it was trying valiantly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Sutan walked in. "You sent for me?"

Tommy tensed, but remembered the deal he'd made with Adam, that he wouldn't put up a fuss about Sutan watching and would in fact, participate enthusiastically.

"Yes," Adam answered. "If you wouldn't mind, Tommy needs to adjust to having an audience. The king has demanded a performance at the end of the week, so-"

"So you thought it might help to ease him into it a bit," Sutan finished.

"Yes," Adam said.

Tommy turned his head slightly and met Sutan's eyes. Butterflies danced in his stomach, but he remembered how it had turned him on, having Taylor-who didn't even care for men in that way-watch. He could only imagine how much more it would turn him on having a man who enjoyed other men watch.

Sutan stared at him for a minute, looking for something in his gaze. He must have found it because he nodded and smirked. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I do believe this will be the highlight of my day. Week, even."

Adam laughed and Tommy smiled shyly, face heating. It wasn't the first time Sutan had alluded to finding Tommy desirable, but for some reason, Tommy still never expected it.

A sharp smack to his tender ass, followed by a bite to the same stinging flesh, had Tommy pushing his face into the crook of his elbow again and moaning like a bitch in heat. Adam pried his cheeks apart and Tommy started panting, pushing back into Adam's hands in spite of the fact that his hole was sore from being fucked just moments before. He didn't even care that Sutan was sitting right there watching his wanton behavior. He wanted to feel Adam inside him again. Wanted it more than anything.

What he got instead was Adam's tongue licking at his pucker. Tommy sucked in a sharp breath, only to release it on a whimper as Adam blew on the spot he'd licked, cooling Tommy's tender flesh.

"You like that?" Adam asked, voice husky.

"Gods, yes," Tommy said breathlessly.

Sutan laughed lightly and said to Adam, "He's lost in it, isn't he?"

"Hmm," Tommy sighed. "Lost in what?"

"The pleasure … and the pain," Adam said, then licked again.

Tommy just moaned and lifted his ass to Adam's mouth, begging with his body for more.

Adam gave it to him, first massaging Tommy's asshole with his tongue and blowing on the wetness, then licking inside, making Tommy pant and twist on the bed. He was so over sensitized from the orgasms he'd already received-one through fucking, the other at Adam's hand-that it was toomuch, but sogood at the same time and his body couldn't decide whether to try to get away or push up for more.

"Please," he finally begged, pulling a little at his restraints.

"Please what?" Adam asked, an evil note in his voice that told Tommy he wasn't going to make it easy on him. "Please stop, or please more?"

Tommy whimpered, turning his face toward the mattress and pressing into it. Voice muffled, he said, "Don't know."

"Then I shall leave it up to Sutan. Sutan, should I take pity on him, or force him to take more pleasure? He's already come twice this evening."

"Mmm," Sutan said.

Tommy opened his eyes and stared at him, finding Sutan slouched down in his seat already, legs spread and one hand resting high on his thigh, just below the bulge in his trousers.

"I think you should force more pleasure on him. See how much he can take."

Tommy's breath caught in his throat and his heartbeat sped up. Suddenly he felt as if this were a threesome rather than a twosome with an observer even though Sutan hadn't moved an inch or touched him. He found he wasn't opposed to the idea. He liked Sutan and Sutan wasn't hard on the eyes at all.

Before Tommy could even think to protest Sutan's decision, Adam said, "Very well," and sank his tongue back into Tommy's clenching asshole.

Tommy cried out, hands fisting in his bindings as first one finger, then another joined Adam's tongue, prying him open so Adam could get deeper. Tommy shoved his face in the mattress again and jerked on his bindings, trying to get his legs under him so he could kneel up and really open himself up to Adam's questing tongue. The bindings had him spread too wide, though, had his legs stretched too far apart to be able to do much more than twitch and twist a little. He received another smack to his backside for his efforts.

"Lie still," Adam said, then sank his tongue back inside him.

"I-I can't," Tommy panted, trying valiantly to do just that.

Adam pulled his tongue out again and said, "You can and you will, or you won't come for a week."

Tommy grunted in frustration, but tried to obey anyway.

"He's gorgeous like this," Sutan said, rather breathlessly. "All stretched out and obedient. I'm quite jealous."

Tommy looked at Sutan and blushed clear to his roots at the naked desire in his eyes.

Adam pulled his mouth away from Tommy's ass, working two fingers in to massage that spot in Tommy that drove him insane. Still over sensitized, it was almost more painful than pleasurable and he started to whimper. He had to tense every muscle in his body to keep from trying to pull away.

"He really is, isn't he?" Adam said, thrusting his fingers in and out relentlessly. Nipping lightly at one ass cheek, Adam asked against Tommy's skin, "Too much yet?"

"Yes," Tommy ground out between clenched teeth.

"What do you think, Sutan?" Adam asked. "Think he can take more? Maybe take my cock again?"

Tommy groaned at the mere idea, both turned on and sure it would kill him at the same time. "Please, Sutan," he found himself begging. " 'S too much."

Sutan stared steadily at him, heat in his eyes. "But I so want to watch him fuck you."

Tommy gasped, hips twitching and cock miraculously starting to fill, both at the continued stimulation to his ass and-amazingly-because of Sutan's words. He was surprised to find he very much wanted that too.

Pushing up and over him, Adam braced himself with one hand on the bed next to Tommy's armpit, and leaned down, nipping at his ear. While he fucked Tommy with his fingers, he nipped at Tommy's ear, just above his sex slave piercing, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to try to take it just one more time? Give Sutan a show he won't soon forget?"

Tommy swallowed a groan and made his decision. "Do it. Fuck me. Please, Adam. Want it."

Adam nipped at his ear again and whispered huskily, "Good boy," before backing off and kneeling up between Tommy's legs.

Tommy shivered at the praise from Adam and the pleased look in Sutan's eyes. Oil dribbled down along the crack of Tommy's ass a moment later, and then Adam's fingers were back, three that time, twisting and thrusting and Tommy couldn't take it. He started to writhe in his bonds, thankful Adam had used the soft leather cuffs on him instead of the manacles, knowing his wrists and ankles would have been raw in no time, otherwise. Instead, it was just frustrating, because Adam had his limbs pulled so tight he could barely move.

"Please," he panted.

"My, you're a demanding slave tonight, aren't you?" Adam said, rubbing over that magic spot inside Tommy and making him cry out. "What is it you want, now?"

"Want to move," Tommy said, yanking on his cuffs, willing them to let go.

"No," Adam said. "I like you completely at my mercy. I could fuck you for hours like this and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

Tommy whimpered, panting hard, and admitted, "You could anyway. I wouldn't stop you."

Adam's fingers stilled inside him and Tommy heard him suck in a sharp breath. Tommy tensed, thinking he'd said something wrong, but unable to figure out what it was.

Suddenly, Adam was leaning over him, key in the locks of the cuffs, first his wrists, then his ankles.

"Turn over," Adam said gruffly.

Tommy immediately flipped on his back, heart pounding much too hard in his chest. He stared up at Adam but Adam's expression was unreadable as he ordered Tommy's hands above his head again. Once Adam had Tommy's wrists bound once more, Tommy spread his legs, expecting to be locked down by those, too, but instead Adam bent them up to Tommy's chest and without any more preamble, he slid into Tommy's well-stretched hole.

Tommy cried out, neck arching, back coming up off the bed too, even as his head pressed back into the mattress and his mouth opened on a loud moan of pleasure pain. It was heaven and hell all at once and Tommy wasn't sure whether the noises he made as Adam started to thrust into him fast and hard were meant to beg for mercy or encourage Adam to take him harder yet.

Next to the bed, Sutan said in an awed voice, "My gods. The two of you are just … breathtaking."

Tommy rolled his head to the side, and between grunts as Adam fucked his ass relentlessly, Tommy licked his lips and said, "You can touch yourself. I don't mind."

Sutan's eyes met Tommy's, even as his hand flew to his groin and squeezed. A moment later, he had his tunic up and his pants down, hand fisting his erection.

Tommy moaned.

"Like what you see?" Adam asked between thrusts. "Or you like that he's getting off on watching you?"

Tommy looked up at Adam, who was staring down at him intently, even as his thrusts sent Tommy sliding up the mattress.

Bracing himself against the headboard to keep his head from ramming into it, Tommy admitted, "Both."

Adam's smile was pure predator. "Maybe next time I'll let him join in, then. Would you like that, Tommy? Do you want me to share you with him?"

Tommy jackknifed off the bed and screamed as his orgasm took him by surprise. It was both ecstasy and torment at once, dry as it was, his come already having been milked from him by his other climaxes.

Adam dropped down to his elbows, pushing Tommy back down on the bed with his own body and folding Tommy in two in the process.

Faces inches apart now, Adam smirked and said, "I'll take that as a yes," an instant before he started pounding into Tommy so hard Tommy thought he might split in two. Half a dozen thrusts later, Adam froze and cried out, dick pulsing deep in Tommy's ass, warmth flooding Tommy's passage. Tommy shivered at the feel of it.

Next to the bed, Tommy heard a gasp, then a drawn out groan. Looking over, he was just in time to see come shoot out from Sutan's dick and cover his fist and stomach.

For long moments afterwards, all three of them were still and quiet as they caught their breath. Eventually, Adam lifted his head from where he'd let it drop on Tommy's shoulder and kissed the side of Tommy's neck.

Tommy jerked away and gasped. "Please, no more. T-too sensitive."

"So you don't want me to move at all, then? Not even to pull out?"

Tommy shook his head. "No. Please. Just stay like this a few minutes?"

Adam chuckled and nosed at Tommy's ear, making Tommy try to turn away. "Okay, okay," Adam said, pulling his face back but otherwise keeping his body still. "I'll be still."

"Thank you," Tommy said gratefully.

Sutan finally shifted, looking around, undoubtedly for something to wipe his hand on. Adam took pity on him and told him where a cloth was. After Sutan was cleaned up and tucked away, he hovered next to the bed and asked Adam, "May I?"

Adam looked at him and nodded, and the next thing Tommy knew, Sutan's lips were closing over his. Tommy grunted in surprise, but let Sutan's tongue in when it pressed for entrance. Sutan controlled the kiss, and when it was over, his placed another one on the tip of Tommy's nose, then backed up a little to look in Tommy's eyes as he said, "It was amazing watching you get lost in the pleasure and pain that way. Thank you."

Tommy's face heated and he tried to hide behind his fringe, but between laying on his back and the fact that he was so sweaty his fringe was sticking a little to his skin, he couldn't.

After Sutan left, Adam leaned down and licked inside Tommy's mouth, the kiss possessive. Tommy got the distinct impression he was trying to obliterate Sutan's kiss, and shivered, finding he rather liked Adam being so territorial.

Afterwards, Adam pulled back and Tommy licked his lips. "Are you really going to let him fuck me next time?"

"Would you want that?" Adam asked.

Tommy bit his bottom lip, thinking it over. "I think I would enjoy it, yes."

Adam grinned. "I think I would, too. I know I will very much enjoy fucking every trace of him from your body afterwards, also."

Tommy shuddered and groaned, feeling Adam's softened dick slip from him finally, come oozing out along with it. Ignoring that, Tommy said, "Stop talking like that. I swear, any more stimulation and I will surely die from it."

Adam chuckled as he reached for Tommy's wrists, releasing them. Tommy let them fall lax to the bed, elbows bent. He longed to wrap his arms around Adam but they were too sore and weak from pulling and straining against his bonds.

Adam leaned on first one elbow, then the other, taking turns massaging up and down Tommy's arms until Tommy moaned in relief as muscles uncramped and relaxed, some of the soreness melting away.

"Thank you," he said afterwards.

Adam skimmed his knuckles over Tommy's cheek and said, "My pleasure. Thank you for keeping to our agreement and letting yourself go in front of Sutan."

Tommy smiled and pushed his face into Adam's hand in response, eyelids drooping as bone deep exhaustion from three orgasms in such a short time finally caught up with him.

Adam climbed up off him, cleaned them both up, then grabbed the other cuff and chain from the floor, the one Tommy had to wear every night upon the king's orders.

Extending his arm without having to be asked, Tommy waited while Adam locked him in, then turned on his side, yawning. "So tired," he mumbled.

Adam walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed in. Snaking an arm around Tommy's waist, Adam pulled him back against him and kissed the side of his neck, murmuring, "The key's under my pillow."

In spite of Tommy's bone deep exhaustion, his eyes flew open and he turned his head to look back at Adam. "What?"

"You heard me," Adam said. "The key's under my pillow."

"But-"

"My uncle said I had to keep you cuffed at night," Adam interrupted. "He did not say I had to keep the key out of reach."

Tommy stared up at him, biting his bottom lip. "Why?"

Adam was silent for a moment, then said, "Because your slavery does not sit well with me. I want you to have … options."

Tommy lay tense for a long moment, barely breathing as he contemplated Adam's words and the implication there. "You're giving me the choice to run."

"I am," Adam said quietly, his blue eyes steady on Tommy.

"Do you want me to run?" Tommy blurted, unsure why he'd asked that.

Adam's arm tightened around him. "I… No. I like you right here. You fit perfectly against me. Don't you feel that? How we fit? How we just … make sense together?"

Tommy exhaled, relaxing a little. "You want me to choose to stay."

Adam reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of Tommy's face. "Every day that I wake up and you're still here in my arms will be a good day."

Overcome by emotion, Tommy turned away again and pressed back against Adam. Adam's arm dropped to his stomach and Tommy slipped his hand over Adam's where it was splayed over his bare skin.

Palm sliding over the back of Adam's hand, Tommy laced their fingers together and said, "Thank you. I… Thank you."

Adam kissed the side of his neck and tightened his arm around Tommy, whispering against Tommy's ear, "I love you, Thomas Ratliff." Tommy tensed. "Shh," Adam soothed, thumb starting to rub circles over Tommy's stomach. "You don't need to say anything. I just needed you to know."

Tommy nodded, too choked up and too guilt ridden to say anything at that point anyway. At the same time, a swell of warmth filled him and he tightened his hold on Adam's hand, coming to the sudden realization that he loved Adam, too. It was with that thought still floating around in his head that he let sleep drag him under.



Tommy jerked awake with a start, and found himself blinking into the shadows of the room, breath caught in his throat. He'd been trapped in a nightmare where Adam found out his secret and rejected him, hate and betrayal shining in his eyes as he dragged Tommy to the dungeon and tossed him in, telling him he never wanted to set eyes on him again.

It took Tommy a moment to realize it wasn't real, that his secret was still as safe as he was at that moment, wrapped up in Adam's arms, cuddled warm and loved under mountains of blankets.

Loved.

Tommy's heart started to hammer in his chest as he remembered what Adam had said to him as he drifted off to sleep. Adam had told him he loved him, and Tommy … well, he hadn't said it back, but he'd felt it just the same.

He loved Adam.

With that acknowledgement, came gut-wrenching guilt of a variety Tommy had never felt before. It physically hurt and he curled in on himself a little, gasping with the force of it. Behind him, Adam pressed closer in sleep, nuzzling at the back of Tommy's neck while his arm tightened around Tommy's waist.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the moment to pass, but all it did was settle into his bones, rendering him sick to his stomach and weary of the battle he was fighting between his heart and his responsibility to his kingdom. Gradually, he realized he couldn't do it anymore. With that realization, a surprising calm washed over him and he made a decision, one he hoped wouldn't damn him to hell.

As quietly and as carefully as he could, he extracted himself from Adam's arms, trying to keep the movements of his chained wrist to a minimum so that the noise wouldn't wake Adam. Finally, Tommy managed it and stood beside the bed, naked. He stared down at Adam's sleeping form, realizing that it would most likely be the last time he was allowed to do so.

[Part 11]