Page 25 of Theoden
“Ahh, it is something we dragons rarely have to contend with, a disrespectful lad. Once a dragon tastes his first cock, he hungers for more of it and will do whatever is necessary to get it,” Tylendel said as he began to pick his clothing up from the floor and dress.
His words were ringing true to me. I did want his cock, I wanted Ara’s cock inside of me, both in my asshole and in my mouth. But that would only mean I was surrendering to them. I had surrendered to them easily enough already. I had to regain the part of me that was righteous and strong.
“It is that part of you that I must mold, like a block of clay,” Ara said, holding his hands out to me and mimicking a sculpture at work. “I have to design every curve and line to perfection until you have reached your full potential. You are raw as you are now. Unrefined and still under the delusion that what you once believed in matters. It does not.”
“Not true!” I managed to yell in my defiance.
“Because I have allowed you to speak once again. I may not have been able to compel you before, but now my blood runs through your body, my will controls you whether you would have it so or not.”
“Please, let me go,” I begged. I didn’t believe that he would and wasn’t sure why I was pleading. Was it because I knew I could not defeat him? The fire I had in me when I first stormed the palace I thought was his was gone. The only thing I wanted to do was have sex and feed. Ara had weakened me.
He walked over to me and squatted down, reaching out and caressing my newly reformed jaw. I jerked back, afraid of what he would do. “I will remake you, Théoden, into something far greater than even you could have imagined. You are mine.” He released my jaw and rose.
“I am a son of God,” I said again, my voice cracking even as the words left my mouth.
Ara chortled as he looked down at me. “You do not believe in your own words. They lack conviction. Your old god does not matter, Théoden. The only being you need ever seek acknowledgement and forgiveness from is standing before you in all of his glory. For I can grant what god cannot. Do you know what that is?”
I began to cry again as I looked up at him and shook my head. Never had I felt so lost or vulnerable.
“I can grant you peace. True peace. You follow the path I put you on and you will know only happiness and that satisfaction will be as eternal as you are. Do you not want this?” he asked me.
“You have damned me,” I said, still trying to hold on to what little conviction I had left. I may have been betrayed by man, but I was still a child of god.
“No, you are not. You are a child of Ara.” He frowned down at me, then turned to Tylendel, who had been watching our exchange with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. “It is best that you leave while I tend to correcting my son.”
Tylendel pushed himself off the wall from which he had been leaning, and nodded. “Very well. I will need to bed him again at some point. Being half dragon, he will need contact with his people to increase his strength.”
Ara nodded. “That is something I will most definitely allow, for he will be magnificent.”
Tylendel looked down at me and smiled. “He certainly was a few hours ago.”
Ara chuckled. “And he will be again.”
Tylendel grinned at him, then bade him farewell before winking at me and leaving. I felt a sadness overcome me when the dragon left. My body longed for his touch, my tongue yearned for the taste of his flesh and seed. My thoughts were cluttered now with Ara’s words and memories of their bodies rocking against me as their cocks took me to a blissful place time and time again.
“And that never has to end, my son.”
“Stop it!” I yelled, covering my ears. “Stop doing that.”
“Reading your thoughts?” Ara laughed. “It is my privilege, Théoden. Covering your ears will not prevent it.”
The bedroom door opened once again and Nolan entered. He bowed to Ara. “Sire.”
“Chain this one to my wall over there, then come back to bed with me,” Ara said.
“Yes, Sire.” Nolan strode over to me, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking me to my feet as painfully as he could. I cried out and grabbed his wrist in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. “You should be kissing his feet, you cunt. How dare you spit on the gift our Father has given you.”
“I—ahhh!” My words were cut off as Nolan dragged me toward a wall with a wooden cross mounted on it. Connected to the ends of the cross were metal chains. Before I knew it, I was shackled to the cross and the chains burned my flesh. “Ahhhh!”
“Hurts, does it not?” Nolan taunted. “They are metal chains coated with silver. Fortunately for you, they are not pure silver, or it would burn straight through your flesh to your bones, and then through your bones. This will simply burn your flesh. You will not be breaking these chains, boy.”
“That will be all, Nolan,” Ara said, then he walked over to me. He looked at me and his expression was unreadable. “When a child displeases a parent, harsh actions must be taken in order to correct that child’s behavior. You went to bed with such promise, but you are a disappointment as of now. You have decided to reject the gift I have given you, therefore, I will allow you to experience what such rejection has to offer. You will not feed until I say so, and that will only happen once you surrender completely to me.”
With that, he walked toward his bed where Nolan was already laying. I wanted to yell out more obscenities at him. I wanted to proclaim that I would fight him forever, but once again, the words would not leave my mouth. Tears flowed from my eyes anew, staining my cheeks as the pain of the silver burning my flesh began to take precedence over my anger.
I didn’t know what was going to happen to me now. Would he kill me? Would he torture me more? How had this happened? How had I ended up here? I was still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. It was as if time was standing still, but only after it had moved so quickly before, leaving my head spinning in all directions.
As the pain, both physical and emotional, took hold of me, I knew one thing for certain. I hated Ara. Hated him for the agony he was putting me through. Hated him for pulling back the curtain on the lies that once gave me comfort. I hated him for giving me a life I was afraid I wanted because I knew it went against everything I had believed in. I hated him for freeing me.
