Feed Upon His Pain

Story

King Vardan found his newest prey.

As the king of the most powerful kingdom of the Aldair continent, King Vardan’s desire for conquest in bed was as notorious as his passion for conquest in land. Bards and poets composed songs and drama about his bottomless appetite for beauties and blood, whispering that once he buried a whole defeated army alive and dragged the defeated king, his queen and royal offsprings to his bed during the same night. King Vardan was nonchalant with these depictions of his sex life. After all, powerful people of the world deserved the best the world could provide. His only regret was that it was getting harder to find a satisfactory sex partner, as his taste grew exquisite after years of savouring the offerings in bed.

He was pondering this after another victory, which cemented his control of the whole continent. During the celebration, he was presented gold, jewelry, exotic goods from overseas and bed slaves, but nothing could grab his attention. He left in the middle of the celebration, thinking of replacing his court steward with someone more competent to cater to his taste.

On his way to his bedroom, a slave caught his attention.

The slave knelt on the floor to wipe the corridor clean with a towel, displaying his round ass and long legs. Blood rushed through King Vardan's body, as he imagined how good it would feel thrusting inside the slave and made him cry. 

With a nod at his guard, the slave was pulled away to the king's bed. 

King Vardan knew he made a good choice as the naked slave was now bound spreadeagled on his bed. He was fit and tanned, unlike the king's usual sex slaves. This should be fun. 

The King pulled open his robe and stood against the slave's oiled ass. He kneaded it with his hand, satisfied to feel the slave trembling.

"It's your honour to serve the king."

When he thrust inside the slave, the slave screamed painfully and struggled to turn his head towards the king. 

Staring into the slave's hateful eyes, the king was shocked that he couldn't move at all. Then his mind turned blank. 

People in the court gossiped about Devi's fortune: how he earned the king's favour as an ordinary slave and rose to the highest ranked official of the court. 

They pondered about Devi's talent in bed, as he was now the king's exclusive favourite and had the king's ears. Quite a number of people tried to challenge his position, but the king broke down on his opponents quickly. Soon people knew that Devi was untouchable. 

For now, they said. Surely the king would change his mind one day. When Devi answered the king's summon again, they watched him with jealousy. 

When Devi entered the king's room, the king was alone because of his previous standing order. The king knelt by his side automatically, looking up at him with unfocused blank eyes.

Devi's smile grew more cruel. "It's time for you to serve your subject, Yours Majesty."

The king pulled up Devi's robe, swallowed his organ and started moving his mouth along his length. Devi pulled his hair and filled him to his throat. The king's eyes watered as he choked on Devi, who was going at a vigorous pace. However, the king submitted to it obediently.

Everyone would be shocked if they saw the king serving a former slave like this. The thought aroused Devi so much that he came inside the king.

However, it was not enough for Devi to use the king as a sex slave. He wanted the king to feel his helplessness, pain and humiliation. 

Where am I? What's happening? King Vardan was shocked that he was bound to a wooden horse.  A big intrusion on the seat penetrated him when the wooden horse rocked.

It has to be the damned slave, he thought. Then his thought was interrupted by the pain from a deep thrust . He tried to free himself, but he was bound so tight that he only managed to get pierced harder. King Vardan accumulated a lot of sex furniture and put them to good use on his bed slaves throughout the years, but he never expected that they would be used on him.

His life was now a living nightmare, as that slave now control him like a puppet. He would lose hours of his life before waking up to find himself in various degrading situations, like that time he was crawling and leashed by his organ in the garden. He dared not cry for help, because he knew that his enemy would use this as a chance to get rid of him.

Every day he hoped that his spouses, offsprings or officials would discover the treachery and rescue him, but he was disappointed with their stupid ignorance so far.

Did the slave turn them to his side? The question haunted him when he was conscious. 

"You really enjoy this, do you?" The hateful slave's voice from behind alarmed him. 

The king turned his head and saw the slave wearing his royal robe and crown, which made the king shamefully aware of his humiliation.

"I'll kill you! Don't think…Ah." The king was dreaded to find that his body moved on its own, every violation deeper. He tried to slow down, but his body did the opposite. Pain, arousal and humiliation spread through his body until he was overwhelmed with multiple forced orgasm.

Devi watched the unconscious king without any mercy. He tapped his finger again. The king opened his blank eyes. He let Devi pull him off without a word like a puppet and licked the wooden horse clean with his tongue. Then he slept in a cage that was barely for his size - one of his many trophy in the bedroom.

Devi was solidifying his power with the king's compelled help. Once his power was secure enough, he would dispose of the king secretly and set up a younger and more pliant puppet. It would come soon, and he was eager to make it happen.

"You bring this on yourself," Devi said.

His people's mind control power was flawed. They could only awaken their mind control power on their sex partner during sex, so they kept it a secret to protect themselves. If the king kept his hands away from him, he would never be able to control the king. However, just as the wise said, revenge was a great dish served hot.