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The man shook his head. “That’s just wrong.”
“What?” The lord looked at his friend. “He’s old enough to consent.”
“They shouldn’t hire eighteen-year-olds as pleasure slaves even though it’s legal. That’s too young to sign a contract like that. An eighteen-year-old barely knows anything.”
“Who cares? If he can consent, he can read a contract and bend over. It’s not that hard to figure it out. Besides, he’s twenty now, and he’s clearly fine.” The lord pushed his chair back a little. “King Taven needs a couple of these back home to make dinners more interesting, but his wife would likely bitch and throw a jealous fit even though she barely leaves her rooms.”
“She’s sick, and he barely spends time with her now. No wonder she’d be jealous."
The lord snapped his fingers at Aspen. “Undo my trousers and get to work.”
Aspen immediately got between his legs and did as he was told. The lord was rough with him as he held Aspen by his hair and guided the pace while he continued his conversation.
Not that Aspen minded. King Leneer and two of his sons had trained him well, and he’d been a street whore before. Being a paid pet was much better.
He noticed King Leneer watching with a pleased expression from the High Table right as the lord blew in his throat. It was the fifth Aspen had swallowed that night, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Good boy.” The lord withdrew from Aspen’s mouth. “Go play with someone else, but if you want a real man later, come find me.”
Like he’d ever be better than the King and the Princes.
Aspen pattered around the High Table and went to the Queen to kiss her cheek. She beamed at him and patted his hand. Even though having a pleasure slave was a thing here, she could have been jealous of him, but she wasn’t. Having triplets had been tremendously hard on her health, and she was happy that her husband could find release elsewhere. Aspen liked to see her smile too which meant she probably wasn’t in pain now, or at least, it wasn’t too severe.
King Leneer was speaking with King Taven, but he gave Aspen a one-armed hug. Aspen leaned on him and breathed his familiar scent of lilacs.
The whiff of magnolia tightened his stomach a little, but he didn’t dare look behind him. King Leneer rubbed his arm, and Aspen held back a sigh of pleasure so he wouldn’t interrupt the conversation. The King could be quite hard on him in bed, but he always balanced it with praise and all of the touches Aspen could want.
King Taven didn’t look mean, but he didn’t seem like the cuddly sort. Aspen was glad he wasn’t his pleasure slave, although they weren't as common in the Meadow Kingdom which was south of the West Bay Kingdom.
“Run along,” muttered King Leneer.
Aspen went around the oldest Prince who ignored him like usual. Aspen would have damn near killed to get a single hug from him. The younger two of the triplets immediately focused their attention on him.
“I think I’d rather have this for dessert.” Zale, the youngest, bent Aspen over and didn’t hesitate to rip off the loin cloth. The scrap of lace that barely counted as drawers followed. “You’ll stay naked for the rest of the night. It’s practically a sin to hide any part of your body.”
Aspen let out a delighted noise as the Prince’s hand smacked his bare bottom. Kard, the middle Prince, started toying with the plug in his ass.
In a second, it was out, and Kard had him in his lap as he slipped two fingers in Aspen’s ass. With their hands all over him, he practically purred in delight. King Leneer had forbidden his sons from touching him for the past week. All of the pent-up desire certainly made him eager for anyone tonight, but the two Princes and the King would always be his favorite.
“Who fucked you earlier?” asked Kard. “He left a big load in you.”
“The one with the green hair,” gasped Aspen. “I can’t remember his name.”
“Oh, the abundant male,” said Zale. “I forgot too.”
He was prepared, and he wasted no time in tying Aspen’s hands behind his back with a scarf and positioning him on his lap.
“Sit up like a good boy and lift your legs.” Zale had Aspen lean against his chest while his legs were held up, completely exposing him to Kard who was oiling a fake phallus.
Aspen couldn’t help but blush when King Taven looked on with raised eyebrows.
“Dear Elira, you fuck him at the High Table?”
“He’s for pleasure, and I picked court members who are fine with this sort of thing," said King Leneer. "It's only at celebrations anyway. If it bothers you, my sons can take him elsewhere.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m just not used to it atdinner, but with a sweet thing like that, I might enjoy watching.”
Aspen flushed with pleasure and desire as the middle son worked two fingers into his ass. There was nothing like being King Leneer’s pleasure slave. Two of the Princes used him, and the court made good use of him too during special occasions. Everyone petted him, told him how sweet he was, and made him feel good in every possible way. He craved touch and affection like food.
