Chapter 6

He woke up really early. Didn’t know why because he was really tired and really wished he had slept much longer. Lord Medora was snoring beside him and had one of his heavy muscled arms over his meager chest. Spring, coming home, being victorious… whatever the reason Lord Medora seemed to really have sprung to life. For the last two nights that they had spent at the very best room at the little inn of the village he had fucked him twice each night and made as outdrawn a pleasure of it as humanly possible. The pleasure was all his though. Seka was just tired, resigned and tired, and a bit sore. Medora was careful these days. Had never treated him like those first two times again but that didn’t mean he ended up totally unhurt after sessions like these. No matter how carefully he penetrated him his insides would be tender after hours of friction. No matter his intentions to be gentle Medora was just so much bigger and heavier and stronger. He couldn’t help thrusting a bit too hard at times. Couldn’t help giving him bruises as he ground his fingers into his velvety flesh out of sheer intoxicating lust. The more excited he got the bigger the risk of him forgetting himself a bit and unintentionally hurt him. Seka never could understand what the hell he got so excited about. He could never feel the same. Medora said often enough during such nights that he was pretty, even beautiful. Not withstanding that these words rang misplaced in his ears being given to a man from a man he couldn’t see it. Was he? He had never known it if that was the case. Never thought about him self in that way. Well, he had learned to shut himself off while it lasted as best as he could. It was easiest when his master was fast about it, just wanting a quick release. It was less hard on him when he just pressed him face down and fucked him up his ass, plain and simple. He just blocked it out then and waited. Just pressed his face into the cushions and hid from the world. It was less hard when he didn’t have to face the man that had by power the access to his body. It was worse when he was in a tender mood and kissed and fondled him. It was worse because it was better. The kissing he really had no problems with nowadays and he hated himself for it. Even worse though was when he wanted to fuck him face to face. Even if he had been able to talk to anyone about this it would have been hard to relate how very humiliating it was to lay on your back, your legs spread high up in the air… just having to take it. He hated seeing how Medora’s face turned crimson from the strain and from the excitement, seeing his face contort as he neared climax. Hearing his heavy breathing and animal-like groans and moans. And he hated that Medora could see how his face flushed and contorted in the same way and that he was able to force the same moans out of him, though all of it for totally different reasons. But one thing he hated most of all. Only the fact that he had already sunken as low as he had had made him not rebel against Lord Medora teaching him how to suck him. That was the worst thing. The thought of a man’s organ ever entering the mouth of another person had never even occurred to him. Did women have to do this as well? He had no idea, hoped they didn’t. He would never have wanted to see any woman degraded so and he had really hated Lord Medora for forcing him to go through it. There was nothing about it he didn’t hate with all his might. The smell, the taste, the feeling of it invading his throat threatening to suffocate him, making him gag and all but vomit. The bitter taste of the semen that you’d better learn to swallow would you not like to face the consequences of insulting your master by spitting it out. He had the first time. Medora had struck him to the ground, stepped on his neck so he couldn’t rise and forced him to lick it all up again, every single drop of it. He had swallowed it ever since… These last two nights Medora had wanted it all, all variations and he was so tired, resigned and tired. He thought he might have wakened because he was in such an uncomfortable position. Lying flat on his back, the pillows slipped onto the floor, the cover entangled at their feet. Lord Medora’s heavy arm on his chest making it almost hard to breathe. That damn chain around his neck fallen to the floor and making it even harder to breathe. He tried to lift Medora’s arm from his chest without waking him and he started to pull the chain up in the bed with one hand and retrieving the cover with the other. He stopped short in all of these actions though as he suddenly heard voices right outside of the door. They were half whispering but the door was thin and he could hear them. It was three of them it seemed and they argued about who was to knock at the door to "wake the bear up" and tell him. Seka thought it suspicious, what did they want this early, had something happened? He was just about to turn to shake his master awake and warn him about it when the knock came so sudden and loud that it made him jump. It got Medora awake in an instant. He sat up in the bed; hair on end with eyes red and puffy from being dragged out of a deep sleep and looked very annoyed. Another thunderous rap at the door came and Medora seemed to gather air for an answer. "What the hell is going on?" He bellowed. "We want to talk to you general" there was a muffled but clearly audible voice from the other side of the door. Seka had hoped he would just shout at them to go away but he didn’t. He just sighed. "All right then, come in!" Seka quickly reached for the covers as he heard the door open. He wanted to hide under it. Of course he knew that every single man under Lord Medora’s command knew what he was kept for but it was still so very humiliating that they would actually see it so openly. Him lying naked beside their general. Medora though was most concerned about covering himself up it seemed. Without as much as a glance at Seka he rose from the bed to meet his men pulling the covers with him, and out of the hands of Seka, to wrap himself in them. He was left totally exposed then as the men, indeed three of them, walked in. He put his knees up to his chin and hugged himself to hide as much of his lean nakedness as he could. He didn’t look at them but could feel them stare at him. Actually it seemed they were all three of them staring intently at him. After a while he couldn’t refrain from stealing a glance at them. They were staring at him. Medora noticed it too. "What?" He asked irritated, thinking that the men were a bit rude pointing out that he had a boy in his bed like that. They ought to be more discrete about it he thought. And it wasn’t like they never had tried it themselves, what was so damn interesting about the slave anyway? "Sorry general, we need to talk to you." One of the men said shifting his gaze from the naked black-haired pale youth on the bed to his general. The others were still staring at him though. He couldn’t interpret the look in their eyes. "Well, talk then!" He answered no less annoyed. "Alone!" The man clarified nodding towards the bed. "All right…" Lord Medora turned to Seka. "Get out! Come on, move it!" It was said with such an irritated tone of voice that Seka thought it best to obey faster than fast. He scrambled out of bed as quickly as he could and tried to not tangle himself up in that cursed chain that was longer than he was tall and trailed the ground an inch or two behind him. He felt himself go red as he had to pass the men standing there at the middle of the little room still staring at him, following his every move with their non-talking eyes. "Well hurry up for goodness sake!" Lord Medora added. He was definitely not in a good mood this morning it seemed. It was all he dared to quickly grab his clothes from the floor as he rushed past the men towards the door. He had to dress outside then. "And don’t you listen at the other side of the door or I’ll cut your ears off!" Lord Medora shouted after him as he went through the door. As if he would dare he thought even though he must admit that he was curious about what was going on. The men behaved so strange, something was going on. He stopped in the middle of the stairs though. He must get his clothes on before anyone else saw him. Quickly he pulled the tightly fitting pants on and then the coarse shirt cursing loudly as it got caught in the chain. There wasn’t words enough to describe how much he hated that chain he thought as he pulled it out of the shirt by the neckline and wound it a few times around his arm so he wouldn’t trip on it and break his neck in the stairs. He got out from the inn. The sun was about to rise and it seemed to be a fine morning. No one was up yet, at least he saw no one around and that was a relief. The villagers looked all the time suspiciously at him as if he would attack them or something. It felt sometimes despairing to think about that he was to be forced to live in a land now where just about everyone seemed to hate him. He didn’t know where to go so he just sat down on the threshold of the inn and waited for his master to call him up again. Not until now did he feel a bit hurt at the way he had thrown him out. First Medora made love to him saying that he was so pretty and precious and the next thing you knew he all but threw him out physically. It was a bit hurtful but he reminded himself that he was a slave now and he could not expect anything else. He would be better off always being prepared for such mood-swings. >>> * <<< "Well?" Medora was annoyed. He was tired too after the night’s games and it felt like he had fallen asleep only seconds prior to these men coming banging at his door. The men seemed to back off a bit at their general obviously being in an irritable mood but was determined to state their errand. "The men has been talking… Everybody wants a triumphal procession! We’ll meet up with several other cohorts just outside the city wall and we have talked to the messengers coming yesterday. They say that so does their men. And since it is us that carry the shield this year I say we should lead it." Medora shrugged. It was many years ago there had been such a procession and he really didn’t think that this war had been such a glorious one that it required a procession now. But by all means if it strengthened the morals among the men, who was he to deny them that? If it were all right by the other generals he would sure not speak against it. "I will not speak against it," he said, "you want a procession feel free to arrange it by all means." They grinned but looked soon serious again. "Thank you general, we will, we have already started to, to some extent…" They silenced and just looked at him. "So? What else do you want? Arrange the damn procession but let me sleep for goodness sake." The men cringed "Well, we want it traditional. We want to parade the loot and the prisoners…" The room fell quiet. "There are no prisoners," Medora said, "we didn’t take any to the city this year, remember? They were all walked off to the mines before we left that cursed land even. As far as I know that’s the case at the other cohorts as well." The two other men urged their spokesman to continue. "Well…There is one prisoner here…" One of the other men now seemed to have loosened up his tongue. "We want the boy on the shield. We carry the shield this year. Everybody will expect to see a prisoner on it. We want the little whore on the shield…" He had talked in excitement but now stepped back and silenced at the piercing angered look of Lord Medora. "He’s not a prisoner anymore. I took him as loot. He’s my slave now, my personal, private belonging. Does anyone challenge my right to him?" The men cringed. "Of course not general. But he’s just a… for goodness sake would you not let your own warriors borrow the kid? Besides it won’t even hurt him. We’ll return him after the procession. It’s just for show. It’s just a symbol but you know general how important rituals like that can be." Medora bit his lower lip. He was caught in a trap. There was no way he could deny his men this but his mind really rebelled at the thought. It was not sure at all that the boy would live through that. Not withstanding the fact that it was damn cruel letting the poor kid go through it, had he not suffered enough? But then he pushed those thoughts aside. What kind of thinking was that for a man like he? He had killed and maimed hundreds of boys his age why would he care about this one? He couldn’t let such facts that the boy was beautiful and turned him on like nothing else (except his dear wife of course) influence his thinking, his decisions in his dealing with his men. An army was a living entity that was hard to control. His men feared, respected and even loved him but he had earned that respect from keeping up an act of balance that constantly demanded his attention. Making the wrong moves with them could make them lose their respect and that was bad. To be a good leader you must instinctively now when to be hard and unyielding and cruel towards them and when to be lenient and give them what they wanted. This was a situation where he knew he must give them what they wanted. Failing in doing so now might not only make them angry because they didn’t get the important procession just right but also would make them feel less of him for putting his own desires in front of their wishes. He could not let them think that the boy meant that much to him. Couldn’t let them know he meant anything at all. That would be a sign of weakness. He sighed. Maybe he was becoming too old for all this? Maybe he should take his leave out of the army after this last year’s warfare? God knows he deserved living a quiet life. "All right, you can take him… but not yet! He stays here until he’s going on the shield. And when he does, what happens will happen but you will not intentionally damage my private property. I want him back after the procession as unhurt as it is possible. Do you understand?" They nodded, grinning. "We’ll come for the boy when it’s time. Don’t let him slip away in the meantime!" >>> * <<< Whatever it was that had made the Lord seemed so revived it now seemed gone. He had not touched him the last three nights. Not that he minded. He was just happy as long as his "bed services" was not asked for. But it was never the same an ambivalent feeling. As much as he hated it he was at the same time afraid that he would stop completely which would mean he had tired of him. He was not in the camp anymore so it would probably not mean that he would get killed now but it would probably mean that he would get sold. That thought scared him as much as being killed almost. It was the fear of the unknown. He would look at his master then and whatever he felt towards him he used to think that: better the devil you know… But nothing indicated that he had tired of him. On the contrary he seemed more careful than ever to keep him in one place. He was away most of the day and left him in the room at the inn the chain fastened at the footboard of the bed. Once, just for the fun of it, he tried to lift that bed, he managed but just barely. He could not have been more secured to this room it seemed. Seka was bored out of his mind being able to do nothing and he was actually happy to see his master return towards the evenings. Medora expected to be waited on then and most of the times he talked to him a little as well. At least something happened then. He laid on the bed right now just waiting; he would return soon he thought, as it was already dark outside. He scrambled out of bed quickly to stand at attention as he at long last heard his characteristic heavy footsteps in the creaking old stairs. Medora didn’t demand of him to throw himself at his knees as soon as he appeared which he was grateful for. He didn’t like it of course but he had learn to read his master that much that he mostly could sense when it might be a good idea to fling pride out of the window and kneel anyway. But some sort of greeting was required of him though he often wondered what the hell for because Medora never returned it never acknowledged it, never even seemed to notice him standing there in his diminutive shape eyes lowered respectfully to the ground. But he would sure have noticed if he didn’t. This night was not different from any other in that aspect. He sailed pass him as if he wasn’t there, sat heavily on the bed making the frame creak and held out his right leg towards him. Seka pulled his boots off his feet then and took his coat. "Is there any wine left in that decanter?" He asked sounding tired. Seka nodded. "Yes master I believe so." He waved annoyingly towards the small sideboard at the window. "Well, give it to me then…" He had a look in is face that made Seka expect to hear how slow and stupid and worthless he was. Lord Medora could be that way too when he was tired but even if he was thinking it he in any case didn’t say it. Seka got the wine then, feeling the chain strain against his neck. The sideboard was just barely within his reach. He filled a cup and offered it to his master with a courteous bow. Medora took it and emptied it in a few gulps. "Get the whole decanter over here!" He commanded and Seka obeyed. He poured the rest of the wine himself then; it filled about half of the cup. "Come here slave, sit here beside me… Don’t look so worried I won’t bite you… not tonight anyway…" Seka obeyed and sat down carefully a man’s width between them. Medora promptly drew him close and put the cup of wine under his nose. "Want a taste?" He asked. Great Seka thought. He just hoped he would be quick about it tonight. The wine was a new thing though, he had never offered him wine before. "Ah… Thank you master but… I don’t know…" "What? You’ve never had wine before either?" He felt himself go a bit red knowing what he insinuated. No, he’d never touched a woman and no he had never tasted any strong beverages… So? He was only a backward country boy, was he not? But he said nothing. "Drink it!" Medora commanded a touch of empathy in his voice. "You’ll need it…" Seka could instinctively feel that something was up but kept his mouth shut and took the cup. It was unlikely that whatever ailed his master would have anything to do with him. He sniffed the wine a little before mimicking his master and taking a big gulp of it letting it gush down his throat. He shouldn’t have done that he realized as soon. It felt like he had swallowed fire, he doubled over and coughed violently feeling his face flush and his eyes watering. He could hear Lord Medora chuckle above him. He lifted him up by the shoulders and patted his back while he tried to catch his breath and dried his eyes in his sleeve. "Take it easy boy, sip it, don’t gulp it down, sip it… Oh my you’re such a pathetic little runt, aren’t you? Hey but a cute one…" He added talking in a silly voice and pinching at his cheek. He hated that, when he talked to him as if he was a small child or as if he was cooing a woman. He preferred being beaten. Though if he reacted against it he would get beaten and deep inside he didn’t want that of course. He said nothing. He took a small sip from the cup; it was not so bad if you did take it easy he discovered. Medora let go of him and sighed but still looked at him, he couldn’t interpret the look in his eyes. He wanted to fuck him or what? Just get it over with for goodness sake, Seka thought. "I must tell you something Seka," his master started looking away from him, "I would have told you sooner but I’ve been avoiding it, well tomorrow… So I better tell you tonight…" Seka lowered the cup from his lips and felt how he went cold and pale all over. Medora turned back looking hard and stern now. "My men will come here tomorrow and take you with them!" It flashed before his eyes. For the briefest second he saw the reflex of an axe’s blade swish past his eyes. He could feel his fingers go limp and knew that he lost the grip of the cup, knew it clang against the floorboards and that the spilled wine splashed against both of their legs but he couldn’t care less. Medora wasn’t surprised about the reaction. He knew the boy would think that it was his death sentence that he had got. He had deliberately chosen the words so that he would believe that. It was cruel but there was a point to it. He thought that if he really believed that he was going to die then what really would happen to him would maybe not seem so bad in comparison. He wasn’t quite prepared for what he would say next though. He seemed to think he ought to take care of the wine, he slid down on the floor as well and started trying to scope the wine back into the cup, Medora could see his hands shaking. But then he gave up it up and burst into tears. "Please master…" He sobbed. "Please just see to it that I really die this time then. I can’t stand this anymore. I must die this time…" Medora felt bad. Making him think he would die was not the right way to go about this, not as long as there were worse things than death. He pulled him back onto the bed then and drew him close. "It’s not what you think. That’s not what they are coming for. I haven’t tired of you and I won’t have you destroyed. Don’t you believe me? Well it’s true but tomorrow will not be an easy day for you anyway I’m afraid…" "But what then…" He asked not understanding. Medora sighed. "Have you seen that wagon with that big metal shield on?" Seka nodded. "Well as you can see it’s shaped exactly like a shield but is of course much too big and heavy to be used by a man. It’s a ceremonial piece and the very symbol of our army. Every year a new cohort is granted the honor of bringing it with them, next year its’ passed on. It’s impossible to explain to such a one as you I suppose what it stands for but its symbolic values are important to the soldiers. Now the shield is present at any ceremonies of importance and I suppose you might have heard this village buzzing with excitement these last day?" He couldn’t say he had but then he had been chained to the bed of this room, hadn’t he? Not really in a position to see what went on outside. He kept silent waiting for Medora to keep explaining; so far he still didn’t understand a thing. "There is such an important ceremony coming up. A procession. Tomorrow morning the cohort is starting towards our capitol. At noon we will be there, yes we are that close, and at the field outside of the city walls we will meet up with the rest of the army and there will be a procession. I know you never saw much more of the war then the destruction of your village but there have been battles on the grounds of your land, against soldiers of your country. I’m talking real battles not slaughters like the one you barely survived. We won those battles Seka, every one of them. It will be a procession of victory." Seka just looked at him bewildered and still couldn’t figure out what all of this had to do with him? "Since my men are this year having the shield they will lead the procession and old traditions say that a prisoner of war should be tied to it…" Understanding seeped into him slowly like viscous honey. His eyes widened, his mouth opened but not a word came over his lips. "You are unfortunately the only prisoner here. My men want you and I can’t deny them that. They will come for you tomorrow and they will tie you to the shield and you will be paraded through the whole city and I must tell you the truth… It will not be easy. They won’t let you wear anything…" Seka couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He would be dragged naked through the whole city and thousands of people would line the streets watching the procession and he would be the very symbol of the enemy state? He remembered the woman spitting him in the face. He thought of the hateful glares and stares he had got from the villagers here. The thought of facing thousands of people like that naked and defenseless and tied up made his chest hurt. And they would probably not hold back like the villagers did, out of respect for the general no doubt. No, they would be fired up by the procession maybe they would even pull him from the shield and rip him to shreds? His heart raced, as he more and more understood what it really was that his master was saying. He started to shake his head. No he couldn’t do that, just couldn’t. He had been raped and invaded, violated and taken over by Lord Medora and it was not easy but one man he could cope with, survive it, but a whole city raping him… No, he couldn’t. "No, no no…" He shook his head and repeated the word like he had went silly. "…No I couldn’t I just couldn’t… Please don’t make me… please, please I’m begging you…" He had slid down onto his knees again and hugged Medora’s feet groveling and begging shamelessly now. "…I’d rather you kill me… Kill me or beat me, whip me to death but don’t force me to do that… Please master I belong to you and if you say they can’t… I’ll do anything, anything…" Medora rose from the bed and left the boy in a sobbing and shaking heap on the floor. He started to pace the room. "Sorry boy, it’s out of my hands. I told you, I can’t deny my men this." Unexpectedly this seemed to anger the boy. He sprang up from the floor and turned towards him looking wild eyed and tense. "But they don’t own me. You do. You have sure hammered that fact into me enough times for me to never forget it. How can they decide it, you are their general, you have all the power. Why can’t you just tell them they just can’t take me, why?" He cried violently now and had a look in his eyes as if he wished he could kill with them. "You don’t understand…" Medora started but was cut short by a new outbreak of anger from the boy. "I’ve been good, I’ve been… I’ve been doing my best! I’ve let you take everything from me, everything, my freedom, my pride, my home…my…my damn body for goodness sake. I’m yours, all of me is yours to do what you fucking please with…" His anger seemed suddenly gone and he hid his face in his hands and it was several minutes before he could speak again. Medora waited him out. He didn’t know why he was still so patient with him. This sort of behavior should have earned him a solid flogging by now. Maybe because he really felt sorry for the poor sod and because he agreed, it wasn’t fair. But he also knew he shouldn’t care. Since when was slave’s lives fair? He ought to strike him silent right now and teach him the consequences of behaving like this. But something stopped him, he didn’t know exactly what. "I’ve been doing my best to be as submissive as you want me Master and I will always be… Can’t I have only this in return that you’ll use your right to me and spare me from this…?" It was such a meek and humble request that it could have melted a stone heart but it was flavored still with the thoughts of a free man. They boy wanted a reward for being a good slave. Medora shook his head. He couldn’t give it to him. Couldn’t grant that request however touching. It didn’t work that way. How could he make him understand? Why should he make him understand another voice in him was saying? Just beat the hell out of him until he’ll beg you to tie him to the shield, the voice said. But right now he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Right now he was tired of it all and following a whim he just turned and left the room walking barefooted down to the hall of the inn demanding another decanter of wine which he took with him into a corner of the hall and started to drink from. He had heard the boy crying half way down the stairs. He stayed an hour or so finishing of half the decanter before returning to the room. He felt a bit of heaviness in his legs from the wine but didn’t feel drunk. He saw that the slave huddled in a dark corner and that he startled as he flung the door open but he ignored him completely and aimed for the bed, sitting down on it planning on shedding his clothes and just go to sleep. It would be a long day tomorrow and he wasn’t going to loose his sleep over some worthless slave brat. But as he was still thinking of this he saw a movement along the floor. Seka crawled towards him on his hands and knees, the chain rustling along the floor in his wake. Medora saw him out of the corner of his eyes but didn’t acknowledged his presence until he was just by his feet. Then he looked down at the kneeling boy who obviously was in a regretful mood now. He lifted up a shaking hand towards him that held a whip. Medora received it with a raise at his eyebrow. "And what do you want me to do with this?" He could see that it was obviously humiliating to have to answer that and considering how rhetorical that question really was Medora wouldn’t have blamed him if he just refused to say anything, but he did. "I know I must be punished for… how I behaved… and what I said and…" Medora interrupted him by simply flinging the whip over the end of the bed and onto the floor. Then he started to pull his shirt off as if he couldn’t care less. "It’s all right, I forgive you…" He seemed totally indifferent to the whole thing now and started to pull at the strings of his trousers. Seka went to his feet and got the whip stubbornly presenting it to his master again. "Please?" He said. What was wrong with him, Medora thought. Did he think he would be spared from the shield if he submit to this punishment that he, by all means, did deserve? He really did deserve one and he would get one too, but not now. Medora tore the whip out of his hand and shook it angrily under his nose. "You do not know what you’re asking for you little stupid piece of shit. This is a dangerous weapon. But you’d like that ha? Me flogging you to death so that you can keep your precious pride…" He threw the whip away again. "Now keep off that, get your clothes off and come to bed!" The boy just stood there hanging his head. "Look, you can’t win, not with anything. Get that through your thick head. You just want me to punish you so severely that you hope you will not have to be in the procession. It won’t work. They don’t care; they will put your corpse on the shield if they have to. Don’t try to manipulate me slave you’re not smart enough for that." "I wasn’t…" he protested but was cut short. "Oh you were, but you are right in one thing. You need a punishment all right and you will get one but it’ll be when I decide and I decide what is to be done to you, get it?" He looked about to start to cry again but Medora had had just about enough. He got hold of his chain and pulled hard, bringing him to his knees and then dragging him over the floor to the bed. He almost choked before he regained himself enough to get his hands on the chain and thus easing the pull at his throat. "Now do I have to tear those clothes off of you?" He obeyed then. Got naked and climbed into bed. Medora turned and tried to go to sleep. Seka lay on his back and stared up into the dark ceiling. Feeling the bitterness of total defeat all over again. Lord Medora was right he could obviously not manipulate him. He should have learned that by now. But he couldn’t believe the unfairness of it all. He realized though that his biggest mistake lay in thinking that there ought to be any fairness for him.

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