The Royal Slave

Chapter 3

Written by Jean-Christophe:

Mahavir, very recently installed by the coup leaders as King Mahavir IV to replace his deceased brother, King Gahendra had spent a restless night. The events of the day had overwhelmed him as he deeply mourned the sudden, unexpected death of his older brother. He is overcome by Gahendra’s untimely demise and his grief is both genuine and personal.

Mahavir isn’t a bad man and he’d never aspired to be anything other than what he was; the second son of a king destined to live in the shadow of an older brother who would be king. Mahavir is a true royalist and a loyal member of the ruling family. Therefore, he’d always accepted the kingship of Gahendra and had carved out a career for himself as the leader of the nation’s army. In this he was assisted by his own son, twenty-five-year-old Prince Tanvir.

Both father and son were fierce warriors who’d worked hard to protect the kingdom from the many smaller, squabbling enemy countries surrounding them all intent on doing them harm. The fact that Mahavir had managed to keep these enemies in check thus securing the borders of the kingdom and guaranteeing the peace, stability, prosperity and well-being of its citizens was a source of great pride to him and it had earned him the gratitude of both the ordinary citizen and the army.

He’d been shocked into silence when he was informed of Gahendra’s untimely demise and for a while his mind couldn’t process the news. Thankfully, the Royal Chamberlain took control of the situation and made preparations for the orderly transfer of power to the new ruler. Prince Mahavir gave his approval and signed the edict which declared Crown Prince Pradhi as the new King to be known as Pradhi VIII and the anointing of his younger brother, Prince Sanjay as the new crown prince.

Armed with the edict, Mahavir and the chamberlain went to pay their respects to the new king and to pledge their loyalty to him. However, on the way to his apartments, they were intercepted by a group of royal council members who told them the council had decided that Prince Pradhi was unsuitable to be king and they had set aside the order of succession in his favour.

Mahavir was angered by this news which amounted to a coup and he protested most strongly that he would never be a usurper. He asked why they had made this decision only to be told that Pradhi was too young and inexperienced to be king. The rationale for their argument was the fear their enemies would perceive Pradhi as “weak” and join together to attack the kingdom. What was needed to safeguard the kingdom was an older, more experienced king whom their enemies feared and the council had voted in favour of Mahavir being crowned as the next king.

In fairness, Mahavir had to acknowledge there was some validity to this argument but nevertheless, he still wasn’t convinced and once more he refused to accept his late brother’s crown which he regarded as rightly belonging to his nephew. He hoped by making this decision, the royal council would rethink its position and return to the established order of succession. In thinking this, he was mistaken and the councillors told him if he refused the crown then it would be offered to his son Prince Tanvir.

Mahavir loved his son but the thought of being subject to him was one he didn’t relish. Undoubtedly, Tanvir at twenty-five was a proven warrior – one greatly feared by their enemies – but he had a volatile nature, quick temper and diplomacy wasn’t one of his strengths. Additionally, he possessed a cruel streak – he showed no mercy to his enemies – and Mahavir knew instinctively that Tanvir wasn’t yet ready for kingship.

As he listened to the councillors, Mahavir felt he was caught between Scylla and Charybdis. And yet, as he wrestled with the problem, he already knew the answer; he must accept the crown offered him. However, at the back of his mind was the thought would the people accept him as their next king or see him as a usurper who’d deposed the true heir, Prince Pradhi?

Reluctantly, He agreed and was proclaimed King Mahavir IV to succeed his brother.

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The night had been long and sleepless and even the young slave sleeping at his side hadn’t given Mahavir any comfort. Mahavir has a predilection for young male slaves and normally, he would have fucked the slave several times.

However, his mind was troubled by the thought of whether or not his kingship was legitimate and the thought of Gahendra’s funeral tomorrow, which he must attend as the new king, weighed heavily on his mind. Additionally, he worried about the mood of the people as they said farewell to a much-loved king and greeted a new, as yet, untried one. He was apprehensive of the reception he’d receive from his subjects.

Religious tradition dictates that Gahendra’s body be carried in solemn procession to the royal burning ghat and cremated to release his immortal spirit from the corruptible, mortal body after which his ashes will be taken by monks to the Himalayan Mountain peak known as “The Abode of the Gods” and scattered to the wind in four directions. As king, Gahendra had been revered as a god and the dispersal of his ashes will ensure that he now rests with his fellow gods and goddesses.

And Mahavir wondered about his nephews, Prince Pradhi and Prince Sanjay. Where are they and what is to become of them? He’d asked about their whereabouts and he had been assured by the royal council that both were safely confined in the palace for their own protection. What he wasn’t told is that both are naked, in chains and confined in a dungeon deep in the bowels of the palace.

Tomorrow, he will ask more about them and ensure they are safe.

Gradually, calmness overtook Mahavir and the comforting warmth of the sleeping slave’s naked body helped relax him. The warmth from the slave’s body enveloped Mahavir while the rhythmic beating of this heart helped to sooth him. He turned his head sideways to better appraise the slave and he wasn’t disappointed. The mere sight of the sleeping slave’s body lifted him out of his gloom and aroused his lust.

Mahavir listened to the rhythmic, deep breathing of the young slave peacefully sleeping by his side. As part of the Royal Harem and the exclusive property of the late king, this slave was previously unknown to him. Now, as the king, the slave belonged to him.

The slave was beside himself when the Royal Chamberlain had summoned him and told him he was to be honoured by giving pleasure to his new Master, King Mahavir and his face broke into a happy smile when told he was to spend the night in his master's bed.

When Mahavir finally did get to bed, he was to overcome by the day’s events to adequately respond to the slave's willingness to please him. Overwhelmed by the new responsibilities of kingship, Mahavir drifted in and out of a fitful sleep but he was always aware of the slave's presence in his bed. He appreciated the warmth of the slave's body and frequently drew him closer. Somehow, it was comforting to snuggle into the slave's hard nakedness and for the moment, he was contented.

But as he awakened, the sight of the slave stirred his lust and he wanted more from the slave.

Reaching out, Mahavir gently stroked the slave's smooth cheek. He watched as the slave stirred, stretched and arched his back raising his chest and belly up from the bed in response to Mahavir’s touch. And he was rewarded by the delightful sight of the slave's incipient erection. Yes, Mahavir concluded this slave was most delightful and worthy of his royal attention.

This would be the first time he’d used this slave and he concluded he’d make a fitting receptacle for his royal lust.

Mahavir looked not unkindly at the handsome slave slowly awakening alongside of him. He always considers himself to be a good master and whilst he regards a slave as just that, he always feels a degree of temporary tenderness to any slave he has in his bed. He supposes this is much like the feeling one has towards a loving and loyal pet.  

As he felt his master's hands move down to his throbbing cock, the slave woke and gazed up into the face of his master. His face was wreathed in a broad smile and Mahavir was enchanted by the young slave's charming response.

Mahavir lingered in his appraisal of the fair skinned slave's muscular body and he estimated his age at eighteen or nineteen. The handsome face was topped by blond hair and his blue eyes somehow complemented the full red lips; when he smiled the slave revealed the perfection and whiteness of his teeth.

Such slaves are a rarity and Mahavir will discover that this slave was regarded as the “rarest jewel” by the late king. Mahavir has heard that such fair-skinned, blond, blue-eyed people exist as small minorities in the surrounding nations. Legend has it they are the descendants of those warriors who fought with Alexander the Great before his untimely death. Rather than return home to faraway Greece they’d settled and intermarried within the local tribes. Whether nor not such rumours are true is open to debate; however, the slave’s exquisite beauty and magnificent physique suggest it’s possible.

Stretching his arms above his head, the slave exposed his armpits to Mahavir’s view; this had the effect of throwing his strong, muscular chest into relief and tightening the pectorals. Mahavir ever so gently moved his fingertips down the inside of the up stretched arms pausing to tease the hairless armpits. And he was rewarded as the slave's body quivered into response and he heard the slave's breathless exclamation of.

 "OH! MASTER!"

Mahavir wondered – is this an expression of his pleasure at my touch or is he begging for me to continue? The slave needn't concern himself; he had no intention of stopping. His own throbbing, aching cock wouldn’t allow it.

As Mahavir playfully tickled the slave's chest, and teased the erect nipples, he watched the quickening rise and fall of the belly and involuntary pulsing of his cock. A rounded pearl of pre-cum, glistening at the piss-slit, was clear evidence of the slave's response to his advances. And the king wasn't about to disappoint him.

His only consideration was how he'd fuck the slave - on his back or on all fours? Mahavir is partial to both but in this instance, he decided to have the slave on his back. He really wanted to look into the slave's face as he thrusts into him.

The slave, of course, is comfortable in either position; his training in the male harem ensured this is the case. Responding to Mahavir’s command, the slave lay flat on his back and raised his legs back towards his shoulders. Mahavir noted that the slave's cock rested flat against his belly pointing towards his head and his scrotum held both balls in a tight embrace.

But it was the rosy-pink anus that aroused Mahavir’s interest and enchanted him. The sphincter winked a welcoming invitation to his cock to come and visit. The slave looked back between his upraised legs and smiled shyly at Mahavir. He waited expectantly for his royal Master to fuck him and Mahavir in full, sexual arousal wasn't about to disappoint him.

As he entered the slave, Mahavir’s cock was wrapped in a tight, warm embrace and he paused briefly to savour the feel of the slave's body. He shuddered as he felt the tightening constrictions of the arse muscles as they first squeezed and then relaxed around his cock. Soon he was driving into the recesses of the slave's body and varying both the speed and depth of his thrusting. The slave, eager to please his master, rose to the occasion and began to moan appreciatively.
 
The king looked into the face of the slave seeking to gauge his re-action. Normally, this wouldn't concern him - it doesn't matter to him if a slave enjoys being fucked. After all, it is done for the master's pleasure and not for the slave. Yet, for some unknown reason, he wanted this slave to enjoy the experience.

Perhaps, it was the slave's guileless charm that attracted him and looking down at the slave, he saw the broad smile on the open, innocent face and he heard the gentle sighs of contentment, Mahavir KNEW the slave was working hard to please and satisfy him and at the same time deriving pleasure from doing so.

This pleased him and he asked himself if it was possible for the slave to pay him any greater compliment than to so openly acknowledge the pleasure this was bringing to him.

Both master and slave were locked in mutual ecstasy and Mahavir continued with his impatient thrusting almost as one driven. And as he smelt the heady aroma of the slave's sex sweat, he quickened his pace and was soon brought to climax. Finally, as he noisily grunted his orgasm into the slave's eager, hungry body, he was rewarded with a heartfelt.

"Thank you Master! Oh, thank you Master!"

Now spent, Mahavir fell onto the slave's heaving chest and felt the accelerated beating of his heart. Mahavir always likes the quiet stillness of the minutes immediately following an intense fucking; he likes to rest with his body in close contact with the slave's own. Contentedly, he waited as his cock shrunk back to normal and slipped out of the slave. Then, as Mahavir withdrew the slave asked.

"Master! May I speak?"

Not unkindly, Mahavir  gave his permission to the slave.

"What is it slave? What do you want to say?"

"Thank you master." the slave simply answered,

"What for slave? Why are you thanking me?"

"For allowing me to pleasure you, Master."

Mahavir sensed the honesty of the slave's reply and was strangely touched by his sincerity. Somehow, he wanted to reward the slave. But how can he do so? Then, as he sees the slave's hard cock throbbing from its unfulfilled longing, he asks.

"How long has it been since you were last allowed relief, slave?"

"Master?"

"How long is it since you last masturbated, boy?"

"I don't know, Master. But it's been some time since my former master allowed me to do so."

"I'm well pleased with you slave and you now have my permission to pleasure yourself as a reward. "

"Oh, Master! Thank you! Thank you!"

The slave’s gratitude for his master’s magnanimity was heartfelt and Mahavir was deeply touched by it.  

"Then get to it slave, before I change my mind." Mahavir was faintly amused by the slave's obvious joy.

Uninhibited by his master's presence, the young slave began to work his cock as Mahavir looked on. The slave was grateful to his new master for this unexpected treat and savoured every stroke of his hand.

At first, Mahavir watched indulgently but a glance out the window at the rising sun told him time was moving on and he has much to attend to. Not unkindly, he prompted the slave to.

"Speed it up slave.

Obediently, the slave quickened his pace and was soon crooning out in ecstasy as he erupted, splattering his seed over his chest and belly. Once more, the grateful slave thanked his master most profusely.

 

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As night gives way to day, Mahavir is a different man. Last night’s fears and apprehensions have given way to a new optimism and confidence. Last night, he retired full of self-doubt and convinced of his inadequacy to rule as the new king.

Today, he is his own man and determined to be a good and fair king. However, he realises he still has much to learn and that he must skillfully handle those who’d placed his late brother’s crown on his head.

Mahavir’s new outlook is, in part, due the slave who’d shared his bed overnight; fucking him had lifted Mahavir from his despondency and dispelled his gloom.

Mahavir is impressed with this slave, who has only been in his service for less than a day. He determines to use the slave again and, in the meantime, to use him as a personal body-slave. 

He orders the slave to prepare his bath and instructs him what kingly garments to lay out. 

Today, he intends to rule as the king!

 

To be continued    ……….

                                                  

The beautiful artwork used to illustrate this chapter is the work of Bazz! Thank you, Bazz for the inspiration.