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“You beat my ass with a cane! You-”
“Imagine if you misbehaved in public under my Father’s eye. Princes don't make good slaves. If you slipped up, and he heard or saw one thing…Besides, if I had actually wanted to torture you, I’d get more creative than a cane.
“You fucking raped me!”
Roth took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t have made you suck my cock if I didn’t have to show my so-called friends my new slave.”
Oriel pulled out of him, flipped him over, and put the knife to his throat again. “Oh, that makes it okay? Do you lay in bed at night and think of ways to justify what a piece of shit you are?”
Roth kept his hands on the bed by his head. “Oriel, listen to-”
“You finger fucked me and rubbed our cocks together so you could make me cum. I bet you got a big thrill out of that.”
“You don’t know what my Father is really like-”
“Oh, I think I know very well now after what he did to me in that room.”
“No, you don’t.” Roth’s ears flattened. “Do you think he’s all brutality and no brains? He’s not stupid. I can guarantee he’ll ask the servants if there are marks on the bed because he’ll want to know if I’m fucking you. He’ll look at your body when he does see you because he’ll want to check that there’s bruising or bites on you. He’ll always be on the lookout to make sure I’m using and hurting you instead of just keeping you like a pretty, spoiled lapdog.”
Oriel didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t take away the knife.
“The bedding had to look real with oil marks, wrinkles, and plenty of cum smeared on it. If he asks the servants who clean my rooms, they’d say I’d definitely been fucking you, and it didn’t look like I simply jerked myself off. If he’s suspicious and thinks I’m treating you too nicely, he’ll take you away. If that happens, I can’t save you. I’ve tried to spare you dinner in the Hall too, and that’s why you’ve been kept caged a lot, but I can’t always do that.”
Oriel lightened the pressure slightly. He had cut Roth’s neck earlier, although not enough to do real damage. A little blood was smeared on his skin. “You still raped me. He wasn’t around to see me sucking your damn dick.”
“My friends were.” Roth’s voice sounded bitter on the word “friends.” “Father told everyone I was getting a slave, and they wanted to see whoever I got. If I said no or was too pleasant to you, they’d wonder why or they might talk. In their eyes, you’re just a toy to be rough with. If they thought I was too soft, it could get back to Father. We’ve also been to the whorehouse in groups. If I was suddenly shy about getting my cock sucked with others around, they’d question why. They know who you are and what happened between our Fathers. Partially, anyway.”
Oriel remembered when the other guy had wanted a turn, Roth had refused in the way of a nasty person who doesn’t like sharing. “Is that-is that why you didn’t let the other guy have me?”
“Yes, and I took my cum back so you didn’t have to swallow me, and I could at least spare you that shame. I didn’t even want you, but you were forced on me. Father isn’t interested in screwing a man or keeping a slave to torment for years. He foisted you on me, but if I decided I truly didn’t want you, he’d torture you to death in that room down below. He was so gleeful when he had you down there, I knew I couldn’t refuse and let you die like that.”
Oriel took away the knife and straightened up. “Then what was all of this? Do you have any idea what I’ve been thinking about doing to you? I wanted to drown you in the tub. I was about a second away from doing it.”
Roth didn’t get up or try to move. “I’ve always had a rape fantasy.”
Oriel shook his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I don’t want to actually be raped. If someone truly attacked me, I wouldn’t enjoy it. But as a fantasy, it’s the loss of control and the rough fucking. The other person’s just using me for their pleasure, and I get off on that. I’m not the only one that likes it, and there are those more than willing to do it. I’ve paid for it before. Some people use it to work through past trauma to have control depending on which side they play, and others like their control to be wrestled away.”
Oriel squinted at him. “You said to punish you.”
Roth looked away. “I didn’t have much choice, but I’ve done bad things to you. I know you hate me. I saw your face earlier after Lord Mather. I hadn’t beaten away all your fight, and you probably wished for some way to get back at me.”
Oriel grabbed his throat. “So you fucking used me?”
“Yes, but even if I enjoyed what you did, I gave you some choice back-”
Roth’s speech cut off as Oriel tightened his grasp and pulled his upper body off the bed. Fear flashed in Roth’s eyes for a moment, but guilt did too. Even though he’d earlier mentioned that he had lightning magic, he didn’t do anything or even try to push Oriel away.
Oriel could kill him, but if this had been forced on Roth by his damn Father, then even the caning had been to protect him. Roth hadn’t simply beaten him and shoved him in his cage. He’d been adamant that Oriel take whatever was done, keep his mouth shut, properly address his Master, and show no defiance or anger. He’d been forcing Oriel to behave in the way Lord Delwin would want to keep him out of trouble.
Oriel released Roth who fell back as he gasped. “Do you want to die, or do you think you just deserved to be punished?”
“I don’t want to die, but I can’t do this either. Father will punish me later anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m letting you go. He’ll be furious.”
