Rodin kicked off his shoes. “What are you doing here?”
Janus sat up straighter. “Well—I thought you would summon me when you were ready to investigate, but you went off on your own. I feel as though I’ve missed valuable quality time with you.”
He crossed to sit at his console. “Who burned the papers in your father’s bedroom?”
Janus’ voice grew somber. “I don’t know. I found that distressing also, but it has nothing to do with his accident.”
“Liar.”
Janus slithered up from the bed. “You sound frustrated.” He stepped behind him and rubbed his shoulders. “Why don’t we get better acquainted? I could help relieve your stress.”
Rodin spun his chair to look at him. “Your attempts at distraction sicken me. I’ve been deceived from the start, and you think you can use your body to make me forget. Why isn’t it already obvious to you it won’t work?”
Janus lowered his eyes. “Things turned terrible in this castle long before you got here. I’ll do anything to keep it from getting worse.” He met Rodin’s gaze. “And I told you before—I’m very attracted to you.”
Rodin clutched his arms. “Tell me the truth. Right now. And I’ll forgive the deception perpetuated so far.”
“I don’t know what the truth is.” His voice had lowered to a whisper. “I’m not the one who sent my brother away.”
“Who did? Tell me what you know.”
“Promise you won’t execute anyone.”
“No!”
Janus broke free from his grip. “Then I’ve already told you everything.” He sat on the edge of the bed to face him. “Isn’t the most important thing that I’m going to be a loyal king to the Xen-Kroth? I’ll be obedient—I swear it.”
“You sent your brother to Kinthor. He was taken as his comfort slave.”
Janus’ eyes bulged. “Was he?”
“He has our leader’s ear, and he’s demanding to have his court made right.”
Janus’ shoulders slumped. “Apparently comfort slaves get positions of power in your empire.” He shook his head. “What a mess.”
“I agree.”
“But Haine doesn’t want to see anyone executed either.”
“Haine says his name is Janus. He wants to have his throne restored to him.”
“He’s not in his right mind.”
“That remains to be seen. One of you is a liar.”
“What if I say it’s me? Just to end your inquiry.”
“Then I’ll kill you.”
Janus stood and walked to him. “Isn’t there something short of killing me that would satisfy you? Some penance I could pay?” He reached out and took a strand of Rodin’s hair in his fingers. “You said you liked giving pain.” He met his eyes. “That aroused me.”
“This is the same rubbish you’ve been pulling from the start.”
Janus straddled his lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “I’m trying to earn enough points to prevent any of my people from being killed. Isn’t that allowed?”
“That would be very noble, unless you’re the one I need to kill.” He put a finger on his chin. “Open your mouth.”
Janus obeyed.
He tilted down his lamp. Two of his molars had gold fillings right where the doctor’s chart indicated.
Rodin’s animosity evaporated. The king had been more truthful with him than he thought.
He pushed up his jaw to close his mouth. “Perhaps you’re not unappealing.”
Janus blinked at him.
“This situation is what repulses me. You may gain no ground with me until the mystery is solved.”
He threaded his fingers through Rodin’s hair. “None at all?” He neared him. “Not even a kiss?”
“None. At. All.”
Janus forced their lips together, anyway. This time Rodin met the kiss, enmeshing them in heated moisture. The king clutched his shoulders while merging their chests.
He parted the seal of their mouths after sensuous moments and looked sweetly at Rodin.
Rodin closed his arms around his back so that when he stood Janus still straddled his waist. He crossed to the bed and dumped him there. Then he went to the other side and took a leather belt out of his suitcase. Janus’ eyes widened.
Rodin seized his shoulder and flipped him onto his stomach. He grasped the waistband of his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. A hot lash of the belt colored both exposed ass cheeks. Janus jolted enough to bounce on the mattress.
He continued pelting his ass with vicious strokes. Janus cried out with the blows. His fists squeezed the covers. After a dozen lashes his cries turned into whimpers. He wriggled his pelvis against the bed. Rodin brought him from pink to red and still swung the belt against him.
“Ah! You’re merciless!” He heard the king sob.
Rodin continued until he saw a droplet of blood. He held the belt motionless. Janus quivered on the mattress, heaving with his gasps. His crimson ass contrasted with the creamy flesh of his thighs.
“Keep taking liberties with me. I dare you.”
Janus drew a tremulous breath to speak with.
“Don’t stop.”
Rodin’s mouth fell open. He collected himself immediately and crawled onto the bed. His hand felt one reddened cheek while he straddled the king’s legs.
“You like pain, you little deviant?” He smoothed his knuckles over both hot mounds.
Janus answered by moaning.
Rodin’s cock tented his robes. The sight of red flesh, the quivering of the body beneath him, it made him grunt with need. He groped both ass cheeks with his hands and then squeezed.
Janus gave out another erotic moan, this time while craning back his head and grinding his pelvis into the bed sheets. His sound ended in a pathetic gasping whimper.
Rodin released his buttocks. His eyes narrowed. “Did you come?”
Janus lifted himself on one elbow to look at him. “I can keep going. Do whatever you want to me.”
The offer caused a lurid twitch in his groin. He forced himself to climb to the floor and turn away from the tempting sight.
“I have work to do. You’ve soiled my bed. Leave.”
Janus rolled over to sit on his bottom. His erection caught Rodin’s eye. The ruddy organ gleamed from his issuance. He ached to torment him further, to see what his limits truly were.
Janus tugged up his pants to conceal himself. He nearly stumbled as he tried to stand. He looked at Rodin with his dewy lips parted.
“I know you want me.”
“I want the truth more.” He pointed to the way out.
Janus sighed and headed off on unstable legs. He closed the door quietly behind him.
Rodin put his face in his hand. Damn. Despite all his superior knowledge he’d still become prey to the man’s wiles.
He threw off he soiled sheets and found some lubricant to masturbate with.
12
When Kinthor came back the next day Janus walked to him, dropped to his knees, and said, “Welcome home.”
He patted his blond tresses of hair with a smile. “Good boy.”
He summoned dinner and bade Janus to join him in his dining nook off the kitchen.
“Were you bored while I was gone, my pet?” Kinthor poured himself some wine.
“A little.” He accepted the bottle to pour his own glass. “I watch that frame with the moving pictures. It’s just news now, since I can’t press the button to make it change anymore.”
Kinthor spooned his soup with a smile. “I’ll have someone come to fix the controls.”
“They talk about you a lot. The reporters. They said you’d gotten a new comfort slave from Sensicry. It sounded like the gossip newspapers we have.”
“I don’t mind it. My brother, the last ruler, wouldn’t allow such things. I let my people do as they wish. We’re prosperous and content. I’ve no reason to stifle them.”
Janus spoke with his mouth full. “Your brother ruled before you did?”
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bsp; Kinthor ignored his bad manners. “He was older than me, but a terrible leader. I had to seize control from him.”
“Why was he terrible?”
Kinthor told him his history including how Rodin helped him come to power. Janus listened with interest. Prior comfort slaves only pretended to be enthralled when he spoke. The advantage of a haughty slave was his sincerity. Janus presumed to be his equal, but his other traits made up for the brazenness.
“Now I’ve a question for you.”
Janus fixed on him while gulping his drink.
“Why do you use such strange terms for sex? Excretement and communion?”
He shrugged. “Why do you think they’re strange?”
“Excreting is done on the toilet, not in bed.”
“Letting that come out of you is just as bad. Unless it’s to make a baby or for health reasons.”
“How is it bad?”
“Because it’s cursed.” He spoke as though it were obvious. “You can’t do it for fun or make it happen to yourself. If it happens accidentally or against your will it’s fine—or if a doctor forces excretion. But not just for pleasure.”
“Who cursed this?”
“The gods.”
“I see.” He dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “So sex for pleasure is against your religion.”
“You don’t worship the gods?”
“No. I believe if you’re worthy you’ll go to the warriors’ paradise when you die. If you’re not worthy, you cease to exist.”
Janus blinked at him. “So…you don’t know about the gods?”
“I know of gods from other worlds we’ve conquered. I’m not familiar with Sensicry’s pantheon.”
He gaped at him. The frozen look of incredulousness told him he’d just inverted Janus’ world. Kinthor thought up a diversion.
“I’m going to fuck you again tonight, after we play for a bit. Is that forbidden to you?”
“It’s against my will. I’m your prisoner. I can’t stop you even if I wanted to.”
Kinthor reached over to caress his bare shoulder. “And you don’t want to.”
Janus flushed. “Of course not.”
“No wonder Shalen was so eager when he surrendered. How can such sultry people be restrained?”
“That’s just how it is.”
He touched his nipple, making the bud perk. “And you want to return to that? Abstinence except when you’re molested by a doctor?”
Janus’ eyes flared at him. “I have to go back. Tell me what’s been going on. What else did Rodin find out?”
He stopped teasing his flesh. “I don’t know. He didn’t send me a report today. It concerns me because I’m worried he might show up. I’m sure he thinks I’ve been slacking off in my duties.” He tipped his nose at him. “What do you think is going on?”
Janus concentrated. “Mother’s not there. I don’t know who’s running things. Haine doesn’t understand how to rule. He’s probably just trying to see if Rodin wants to have sex with him. That would be legal for him since you’re our conquerors and make rulers do bodily surrender.”
Kinthor bellowed with a laugh. “Oh, I hope so. Rodin would hate that.”
Janus pushed aside his empty plate and poured more wine. “Was he a lousy comfort slave?”
Kinthor’s middle grew warm. “No. He was almost as lovely as you.”
Janus’ eyes glimmered at him. “Almost? You’re saying I’m better.”
Kinthor tickled his throat. “Better than all of them.”
He adored the gushing smile that formed. Janus reveled in his status with him whether or not he’d admit it. Kinthor knew this foundation could build into love between them, but only if the prince committed himself to his new life.
“Why did Rodin stop being your comfort slave?”
“I must dominate my slaves. He felt he needed to control me.” He shook his head while remembering. “It was impractical, trying to maintain it. We had to fall into our correct roles.”
“Do you still fuck him?”
“He’s made sure I no longer have the slightest desire for him. He’s a damned taskmaster to me.”
Janus gave a resolute nod. “Good.”
They repaired to the bedroom and stripped. Janus didn’t fuss as he was bound into the sling. Kinthor went to his crate of implements to select a few tools. When he came back to the prince, his cock stood at a right angle.
Kinthor ran his hand up his inner thighs with a grin. “This alone makes you better than my last comfort slave.”
Janus leaned up to look at him and wet his lips.
“Go ahead and command me, pet. What would you enjoy?”
Janus fluttered his eyelashes. “Something different from before.”
Kinthor put on a glove covered in blunted metal spikes. He cupped Janus’ ass cheek, pressing the tips into his flesh.
The prince’s head lolled back. “Oh.”
He switched the hand to the other side, squeezing with the same power. Janus hummed his moan. The cheek he’d just moved from had pink spots where the points had jutted into the flesh.
Kinthor donned a matching glove and coated Janus’ body with the impressions of the spikes. He squeezed the rounds of both legs, from beside his groin to the bottoms of his feet.
The continuous moments of measured pain coursed dopamine into Janus’ flesh. He could see his face growing drowsed and his belly trembled.
Kinthor pressed above his pelvis, then his flanks, back, and chest. Janus winced as the spikes crushed into his nipples. He finished by holding his lithe shoulders for longer than any other place. Janus’ moan was staggered. His feet twirled in their restraints.
The prince locked his blue eyes on him. “Now spank me,” he whispered. “Please.”
Kinthor leaned down to kiss him. Their mouths and tongues combined in rapturous heat. He broke and caressed his scalp with the tips of the metal.
“Paddle or whip?”
Janus’ face curled with anxiety. “Oh…I should say the whip. But I want the paddle. I’m just frightened.”
“I’ll be gentle with my beating.”
He gave an enthusiastic nod. While Kinthor stepped away to retrieve the paddle he said, “Not too gentle.”
Kinthor made a throaty laugh.
First, he lubed him and worked in the largest of his plugs. Janus let out a fluttery moan as it lodged into him.
He swatted the paddle on his ass cheeks with only a fourth of his strength. The strike was still potent enough to make Janus cry out. He followed with another, darkening the pink stripe. Janus wriggled in anticipation. Each blow made his sounds grow more desperate. He hissed with a whimper, but Kinthor proceeded. After five more strikes he squirmed with his whole body and a tear curled down the side of his face. Kinthor continued cracking the paddle against both reddened cheeks. His lovely prince now shook with sobs.
Kinthor dropped the paddle and rubbed both blazoned sides of his ass. Janus wept with soft hiccups, quivering in the restraints.
“You endure pain so beautifully.” He nudged the end of the plug.
“Ohhh.”
Kinthor closed his eyes. The sweet moans made his cock hard enough to grow tight.
He lowered the harness and unbound him. “That’s it. You rob me of my control. I’ll toy with you more after we’ve fucked.”
Janus hugged him around the shoulders as soon as he was free. “Would you make love to me the way a husband makes love to a wife?”
Kinthor smiled softly. “Mmm.” He joined their mouths for another sensuous wrangling of their tongues.
Kinthor placed him on his back and removed the butt plug. He tilted his thighs until his knees grew near his chest. After relubricating, he urged his cock into him.
Janus’ flushed face became plaintive. “No—like a husband and a wife.”
“You don’t have a pussy, my sweet prince. This will have to do.”
He grunted as his cock fully impaled him. “You’re supposed to cover up with a
blanket.”
“Why would I?”
“So the gods can’t see us.”
He shook his head at the foolishness, but complied. His bedcover was draped over his back allowing their heat to be tented against their bodies. Janus clung to him as he thrust, moaning now with desperation. He became enraptured by the ecstasy on his face. Just as before, he had to concentrate to keep from erupting too soon.
There was a click from the main room, then footsteps.
Janus’ eyes grew wide. Kinthor sneered.
“I knew it.”
The intruder entered the room. Janus’ face went from bliss to shock. His moans became stifled.
“You’re ruining my sex, Rodin.”
Rodin dragged the chair from Kinthor’s terminal to the side of his bed and sat.
Janus remained incredulous. “Get out of here! We’re having communion!”
Rodin scoffed. “Please. There’s nothing profane between Kinthor and I.”
Janus huffed.
Kinthor continued pushing his cock into him with full long strokes. “This can’t wait?”
“I’m only here for an hour. I don’t want them to realize I’ve left and use it as a chance to destroy more evidence.”
“You mean…umph…father’s notes?”
Rodin eyed him. “Yes. And I know you’re Haine, you little shit. You can cease your play-acting.”
Janus’ face flared with anger. Kinthor felt him clench against his cock.
“I’m not playing anything you gullible alien. I’m Janus!”
Kinthor laughed. “He called you gullible.”
“I can’t believe you let my brother trick you.”
Rodin locked eyes with Kinthor. “You’re the one being conned.”
Kinthor sped his thrusts. Janus gripped his shoulders, unable to hold back his moans.
“I think you’re wrong,” Kinthor said. “Haine had to get rid of Janus—umph—to become king. Not the other way around.”
“Haine was the one eliminated. He wouldn’t give up his investigation into his father’s murder. The murderer convinced or tricked Janus into protecting him.”
“I’m Janus! Hhnnn!”
“I believe him.” Kinthor humped too vigorously for Janus to restrain himself before Rodin. The luscious expression of ecstasy returned to his face. Kinthor was grateful for his nagging minister. He kept him far enough from the edge to fuck with abandon.
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