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“It’s Sten, my king.”
“Before today, have you ever had a woman?” I ask consolingly.
“No, my king.” He shakes his head.
“Hmm. How old are you?”
“Nineteen, my king.”
Shit, even younger than I gave him credit for.
“And at what age were you forced to serve the crown?”
“Eight springs, my king,” he answers somberly.
Fuck.
A baby.
He was ordered to hold arms while still a child. All he’s seen has been bloodshed and grief. Is it any wonder a woman was able to entice him with something that he’s probably spent his whole life wishing for? Some warmth and affection?
Damn the gods.
“So is it a fair assumption that up until today, you’ve never been with a woman, nor wise to their ways?” I ask him, even though just by looking at him I already know the answer.
He shakes his head, still looking like he would take it all back if he could.
He would take that one moment of bliss, in a life that had held no joy for him, and reject it, if given a second chance.
“Fair enough. I’ve heard all I need to. I will spare your life, Sten. I believe you made an error in judgment, one that you will think twice about making again.” His bloodshot eyes stare back at me with such gratitude and awe that it almost pains me of what I’m about to do next. “Still, a price has to be paid for this treachery. I will strive to be a king worthy of your loyalty, Sten. But you will also need to prove to me that you’ve learned the error in your ways. That you will not betray me again for a pretty face or for the promise of a tender caress.”
Sten lets out another wail, this one filled with relief and gratitude.
“I will never forsake you again, my king. Never,” he promises.
“For your sake, I sincerely hope not,” I tell him. “Brick, you know what to do.”
“Aye,” Brick retorts. “Hold him down, boys.”
The soldiers holding Sten’s arms push him to his knees, while keeping a tight hold on him. Confused, Sten looks in every direction, focusing on Brick’s looming form as he makes his way to him.
“Now, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker. No use in sugarcoating it, boy,” Brick explains, uneasy with the task at hand. “Just remember one thing. You’ll leave here with your life. It’s a fucking mercy, boy. I wouldn’t have been so lenient with you.”
Brick then pulls out his dagger and orders my men to strip Sten of his undergarments, leaving him as naked as the day he was born into this earth.
“Here,” Brick orders, shoving the boy’s undergarments into his mouth. “Bite on that.”
Sten does as he’s told, eyes wide in alarm at what is in store for him.
“Now, this is the tricky part. I’m going to need you to hold your pecker in your hands. You need steady hands, boy. One wrong move, and you’ll end up as a eunuch. I don’t want that, and I doubt you do either. So steady hands. You understand?”
Even though he’s bound and gagged, Sten has the fortitude of mind to nod.
“Good. This will be over in a second, don’t you fret. Just going to slice the tip. Just the tip, so you’ll have a good old reminder that no pussy is worth betraying your king.”
Sten offers another nod.
“To do this right, I have to look, but there’s no shame if you don’t want to.”
