Bosco passed by me and I followed like an obedient lap dog. I knew better than to attempt any questions so I silently walked and I found myself in the very room I dreaded with the door locked behind us. The mansion walls echoed our footsteps as an unfamiliar quietness washed over every single room, like it sensed what was about to happen, whatever unfair fate that was going to befall me. The mansion took that deadly moment of silence that made my insides squirm with every footstep towards that well-known room. The guards stood still like additional furniture to the dimly lit hallways, bloody statues that couldn't help. The hard door slammed shut with force after I was told to enter. Bosco closed the door behind me.
“ Where have you been?” that slow spoken voice that was on the edge of losing it, it was forced through clenched teeth that a wave of unadulterated fear choked me, and he had his arms crossed over his buff chest. His exposed pecs were peeking out of his shirt since he had unbuttoned three of his upper buttons. His presence was imposing and intimidating at that. I didn't know why he even bothered asking about my whereabouts,
“I'd gone to see a friend, sir!” I choked without looking at him, so I didn't see his reaction except for a powerful hand that clasped my mouth and jaw, making my whole body jerk and quake as I gasped but it was too late. A whiff of dump earth and something like wet leaves clogged my nostrils and my eyes bulged in fright. I felt my face being squeezed by Bosco's powerful hand. My jaw was going to be crushed, and no one would help me.
“I hate liars, TELL ME THE TRUTH” he growled at me, a guttural accusation that left me confused with pain and hurt.
“I'd really gone to see a friend” I mumbled through his grasp and he let my jaw drop with enough force to push me back against the door, hitting my head so hard I saw tiny twinkling spots dotting my vision.
“Friend, you say?” He spat angrily and I wondered why he was mad in the first place, something else had decided to take over my fear, maybe it was because I'd hit my head badly or adrenaline. My business after hours wasn't his.
“Don't lie to me, peasant!” He was now closer to me, he brought me kneeling before him. I was still trying to come around from that concussion but I felt his fingers dig into my cheeks as he held my jaw once, pulling me closer to him as he'd bent down to ask and spit in my face.
“Yes, a friend. I.had.gone–to.see.a.FRIEND” I shouted out the last word because I was tired of the way he treated me, he had no business with what I did. None!
He looked shocked for a few beats but quickly covered it with anger.
“What else do you want me to say?” I ended with a cry of pain and anguish and he saw it but he didn't care, his grip tightened even further and I knew my gums were drawing blood by now.
“Oh, but what I saw was more than friendship” he sneered and my irises must've grown wide, and my mind raced to the bushes. I knew I'd felt someone's eyes on me but I was too horny to really find out who. The bunny did make me think otherwise but my heart didn't. I had nothing else to say.
“Ah yes, I saw everything,” he continued while I kept silent and tried to look away while pulling myself from him but he wouldn't budge, he forced me to look at those cold eyes again as he continued to lecture or maybe lament.
“—from how he touched you, how you kissed and how he fucked you and you liked it” I wondered how all this could make me a bad person, there was no law against gay romance in our empire, even the king had male concubines of his own. I had done nothing wrong but for some reason, Bosco had it out for me since day one.
“Do you deny it all?” He asked sternly, holding my gaze with anger and something deep. I hesitated to answer, trying to decipher what that deep something within his eyes was, it was familiar to me but all these emotions really did nothing to let me think.
“Answer Me peasant!” He barked while he shook my head madly which shocked me out of my trance. I'd done it again, entering my head even in the most dangerous situations,
“ Do you DENY IT?” he emphasized on the last words and I simply closed my eyes in pain.
“No I don't and that is because I love HIM” I replied with a hint of anger and I lingered on Him like I wanted to let Bosco know that I loved Peter and not him.
“How dare you raise your voice at me, you slut?” White hot pain replaced that aching pain that was already lingering in my mouth, Bosco had slapped me and my ears began to ring. He called me a slut, something that reminded me of my past with those hometown boys.
He had snapped like I'd said something he didn't want. His face grew darker ,seeing his brows knit together and his teeth seething, my fear arose to the surface once again and everything else vanished including my anger.
“I.Am.going.To.Show you. What you are Missing you filthy scum.” He was uttering insults while I was coming around from where I'd fallen, he'd let go of me roughly.
“Please don't— I've had enough” I was talking tiredly but it was far from being over. My face was hurting so bad. Apparently Bosco was silent and when I looked up to see what he was doing, he had undone or was undoing the last of his trousers and down they went to expose a very hard throbbing cock.
I instantly knew what was going to happen. My whole body screamed for me to get up and run but I couldn't.
“Here you go you slut,” I didn't have time to really take in the cock that immediately invaded my mouth, he shoved it way back until my throat felt his purple crown of a head almost down the gullet. The sour smell of sweat, soap and musk within his brown pubic hair blew at my nostrils. Blood and spit trickled down the sides of my mouth, he'd torn something and my bleeding gums weren't helping.
“ —you're going to enjoy my cock and compare me to that smithy. Let us see who's the best man for your slutty holes” he was enjoying himself as he held my head stuck on his cock and I was burning at the lungs. My eyes began to water and I felt my body almost letting go until he pulled back.
I immediately began spitting and coughing and at some point began to gag. Thank heavens I had not eaten anything prior.
“ Open up peasant and take me in” he spat with amusement in his voice like I had a choice. Once again he shoved his cock in my mouth but this time he did not force it down my throat, he instead began moving in and out but he pulled out when my teeth scraped the skin of his shaft. More blinding pain shot through my cheek as his hand connected with it. I had stopped counting the number of tears I'd gotten by now.
“How dare you?” He raised his hand to slap me again and I raised my hands in defence. My fear of him grew even more and he saw it. He smirked as I watched him through teary eyes.
“Behave peasant or next time it will not be a hand but my fist” I said nothing but just looked at him with tears running down my red cheeks.
“Good! Now open up and suck me off like a good slut you are!” I did as he told me. And that's how he began to use my mouth. I took his shaft in my hands, it was thick and straight, no curves and he was cut. A purple head was attached to a shaft that had a bulging vein popping whenever his cock pulse and puckered.
“Anytime now!” I snapped out of my trance and immediately began sucking him off before I'd get another wave of unexpected pain. I placed my hand at the base of his cock, his tuft of brown hair hid a set of average balls as I began swallowing and spitting out his wretched manhood.
“Mmmm, yes, take me good” he moaned while I sucked him off like I was eating at a stick of tasteless lollipop, I prayed hard that he'd cum already and let me go but I kept on going for some time until I felt his hands hold each side of my head and he began to really slam it in and out of my mouth.
More tears but I had grown accustomed to pain.
“Fuck yes, mmm” It was sudden but nothing was unexpected by now and my throat was on fire, he was throat fucking me so hard as I was fighting even harder to keep my teeth away from his cock. I really began to try and push myself away as I couldn't breathe well but he wouldn't listen, his movements were quickening but my life was lessening. More urgent supplications for help were tied down by Bosco's cock until I felt a beastly cry and something spilling down my throat. A trembling Bosco had released down my throat. And he withdrew, letting me fall down again.
“Please,No more— Please” I croaked out sorely through my sore throat but that made things worse somehow.
“Ha! I didn't hear you say that when that smithy fucked you hard” I was so tired and my lifespan was halfway by now but apparently he was not done with me. I looked up and saw that he was hard again and he was leaking more than before.
He held me up by my shirt and threw me face first against his study desk. My hip bone hit the desk and I gasped, every single breath I took or fought to take after my air was knocked out of me, hurt like crazy, I'd gotten too many bruises in one night, He didn't care when I cried out in pain and I knew he'd gone bonkers, he pulled my hair forcibly with had head backwards and I felt his warm breath on my ear,
“No one's taking you away from me, I've been waiting for so long for you to come around and you go on to betray me with some local smithy” he kept Humping me from behind, he'd stationed himself behind me with his hard chest on my back. I'd remembered that chest very well, a kind of chest that would once make me drool if it didn't belong to the face Bosco had. I could feel his hard cock knocking at my arse door through my own trousers while my pelvic area rammed into the desk. It was painful that I felt a tear of skin. More bloody tears!
“Sir, you're hurting—” I tried to cry out but he placed his hand on my mouth,at least he had let go of my hair and I think he'd plucked out a few strands.
“Good, that's how hurt I've been finding out you are slut to someone beneath me” I needed help, this man was going to rape me more than he'd already done, he began trying to pull my pants down and it felt like my very heart was being torn apart. Memories of being used by those boys at home made my heart clench with an unseen stake within. With none of my prayers for help being answered, I decided to give up and let Bosco do all he wanted and that was when suddenly we heard a knock on the door.
“Bosco, are you in there? I need to talk to you” my heart was filled with joy and relief when we got interrupted, it was the first lord who was knocking and Bosco panicked. It was the first time I saw fear in his eyes as he turned me around. The reason as to why he feared his older brother was not known but I was happy he didn't get me.
“Go and hide in the closet, and don't come out until I say otherwise” he whispered in my ear while he grabbed my arm painfully, then shoved me in his huge closet like an object that could be used and discarded at any time. I hit the rack of clothes and fell down with a thump. I didn't have the energy to get up.
My groin hurt so bad and it began throbbing as soon as I collected some energy to get up and sit down. My mind began processing what had just happened so I began shedding more unknown tears. I felt so alone and prayed that their conversation shouldn't stop because I couldn't hear what they were talking about. I was still trying to walk through every detail and I knew that I really needed to tell someone about this. I'd kept the bullying hidden for so long that I ended up hurting myself.
I was still wondering what was going to happen to me until I heard the closet door open and an angry Bosco stood there.
“Get out and leave me” he told me, whatever had happened was a miracle and he was no longer this beast that I'd seen before. I slowly began getting up but he tightly held my arm, hauling me up like I was some object and led me to his door with a few insults. I was too tired to say anything anymore. Apparently he was now so eager to let me go.
“Nobody should know about this” just before I was out of the door, he said through his teeth and his eyes had lost the thirst he'd been with prior to his brother visiting, I nodded supinely. His nails dug beneath my skin as he finally let go, leaving dents that also drew blood. The rest of the night was me trying to press a hot cloth on my wounds along with a healing salve and sleep came much easier due to exhaustion.
“That's what happened!” I told Peter the next day I'd seen him and it was because Bosco had gone to the capital and wouldn't be back for a week. I told him that he'd been stalking me and what he was going to do to me before his brother came in. Peter looked like he wanted murder Bosco and I couldn't blame him. I had undressed and showed him the bruises and tears I'd received. I'd told my uncle that I was sick and that I needed to rest. He'd gone to ask the first Lord who immediately agreed and told me to take all my time. It was strange at how fast he'd agreed but I was happy to let my wounds heal. And don't forget the whispery voice I was using because I couldn't talk properly.
“Maybe you should quit and come live with me?” Peter suggested and my heart fluttered with pure love, he was pacing the floor so hard. I held my hand up and brushed it against his scruffy cheek, as he stood before me again, ceasing his chaotic movement, he held my hand with his huge ones and kissed it gently, looking at me with such love and kindness and everything I'd ever wanted but I knew that would only offer something temporary.
“You are so sweet” I leaned in close so that our lips met with a tiny peck, my hands had found their way around his neck, I didn't want to let go
“but it won't do. His influence is vast and he'd end up killing you. I cannot live a life without you. I just can't” I whispered those last words for only the two of us to hear. They came out like a sob, the thought about losing him sent me into my mind again. We deepened the kiss without the need to use our tongue. A long heavy kiss. I'd found Peter who loved me without something in return but my love. I felt his arms envelope me into a comforting hug, careful not to hurt my wounds. I was this close to tearing up until I remembered that I wanted to show Peter something.
“Oh, I need to show you something” my words cut through the silence that had fogged us. I let go of him and I reached into my coat pocket and got the simple paper I'd retrieved from Bosco's room days back. The one about his affair with the duke's younger son.
“What? Maybe we could use this somehow?” Peter suggested but I couldn't think of any way how. I must've thought out loud again that he suggested talking to the first lord.
“ Maybe he can help” he finished and I'm sure he was right but I had my doubts although I recalled the way Bosco trembled at whatever the first Lord had told him that night.
“I– I don't know” I knew better than anyone not to mess with family bonds but it was either me and Peter's lives or even my mother, over family bonds and I picked the former.
“I'll go to the first lord now, he's at the mansion and I hope he'll do something about it. I'm still not so sure” I agreed but after Peter convinced me and maybe after we kissed and cuddled till I felt ready.
