Page 32 of Theoden
“What about it?”
“I…” my voice was cut off as he added more pressure, and I feared he would rip my jaw off like he had before. I prayed he wouldn’t. “I trusted him, Sire.”
“Nolan owed you nothing, boy. He was following my orders as I am who you will all be loyal to. He is your older brother and you will show him respect.” Ara released my chin, shoved me forward, and then came around the bed to face me. “Suck his cock until he empties his balls down your throat. You will savor every drop he gives you. Then you will stroke him to hardness and mount him.”
“Yes, Sire,” I replied.
“You are a stubborn and stupid one,” Nolan commented as he laid on the bed, resting his head on Titus’s stomach.
I didn’t remark as I knew he wanted me to. He goaded me more than the others. Instead, I crawled between his legs, taking his cock into my mouth.
“I expect you to give him a better servicing than you gave me,” Ara said.
I lifted my head to respond. “Yes, Sire.” I hoped I could do a better job, not because I wanted to please Nolan, but because I knew Ara was watching and judging me. I didn’t want to incur his wrath. I began sucking on the tip of Nolan’s fat cockhead, tasting the salty, clear fluid that dribbled from his slit. I bobbed my head up and down as I sucked, hoping it was pleasing. I began to worry when I didn’t hear Nolan moan. I looked up to see him grinning wickedly a second before I heard a swish in the air, then felt the painful sting across my ass.
I gasped in agony and choked at the same time as my entire being registered the pain throbbing from my left ass cheek. I turned, looking at Ara standing behind me with what looked like a stick of cane in his hand.
“Put in more effort, child, or face the consequence of such a pathetic mouth fucking,” Ara warned.
“Yes, Sire,” I said, then returned to sucking Nolan’s cock. A few seconds later, I felt the sting, this time more than once. I cried out and started sucking harder and faster. Again, Ara whipped me over and over as tears ran down my face. I didn’t know what I was doing wrong to warrant such punishment.
Finally, I pulled away, yelling. “Stop!”
Before I knew it, Ara had me by my hair and was dragging me out of the bed. He threw me to the floor and stepped on my back. He was so powerfully strong, I was pinned in place, unable to rise.
“Bring me my whip,” Ara demanded.
I watched as Karim leaped to the command. He was so fast, he had retrieved Ara’s whip in less than a few seconds, leaving me astonished by his godly skills. I wasn’t allowed to be enamored for long before I felt the burning sting of Ara’s whip on my back.
I screamed and tried to rise, but it was all in vain. Again and again, he whipped me. I could feel my blood wetting my flesh and smell it in the air as more wounds were open with each slash of the whip.
“Your tears mean nothing to me, boy!” Ara said as he continued to whip me.
“He cries like a woman,” Nolan mocked.
“More like a little girl,” Titus added, throwing salt into the wound, so to speak.
I was beginning to grow weaker with the more blood I lost and I didn’t know if I would lose consciousness before Ara ceased his attack. Finally, the blows stopped and he removed his foot from my back, only to kick me harshly, flipping me over.
“Ah!” I cried out as I landed hard on wounds that were still healing. Again, his foot was on me, this time on my neck. I looked up at him, my vision blurry from my tears.
“Do you know why I punished you?” Ara asked.
I struggled to calm my whimpering down so I could answer him. “Be—because I dis—displeased you,” I said.
“How did you displease me, boy?”
“Poorly… ser—servicing Nolan,” I replied.
“That was one of your offenses. The other was being foolish enough to dare to command me to stop beating you. If you ever, and I mean ever, think to speak out against me, know this: I will gut you over and over until the pile of your insides stand as tall as you do. I will bathe you in water with silver dust and watch you boil. Can you imagine the pain that will cause?”
I didn’t want to imagine such horrors. Still, I nodded. “Y—yes, Father.” I was trembling, never had I met anyone who scared me as much as Ara did. He was a force I could not fight against regardless of any amount of training.
He wrapped the coil of the whip around his arm as he glared down at me. “I feel you will earn yourself that bath if you continue to disappoint me, Théoden. Your next offense may warrant it.”
Oh sweet Jesus, I couldn’t let that happen. Just knowing how the silver-coated chains felt on my flesh was bad enough. I could not imagine being submerged in a tub where I would boil in it.
“I will do better, Sire,” I promised.
