Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 16:22:09 -0700 From: J M Subject: Alexander the Beginning Chapter 3: Sacrifice Hi all! Here is the third installment of my Alexander series. This chapter cuts away from the main storyline to set the stage for some major events coming up soon. Also, I'll be submitting the next installment for Conan next week as well, in case you want to check that out. Feedback is always welcome, and as always, minors read at your own risk. ;) A L E X A N D E R Sacrifice "Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." - Seneca How was it that I was now crouching in the farming fields of the eastern providence spying on King Philip II as he groaned into the mouth of an unknown man? Even I had difficulty recalling the journey. It often takes only the barest hint of a whisper to entice the curiosity into mischief. Perhaps my new awareness of the intertwining snakes that comprised political life had led me to this place, driving me heedless into the darkened corners of the world. Hidden among tall stalks of barley, I tried to stay as low and quiet as possible as I watched the sweaty scene unfold before me. Through a small rectangular opening at the side of the lodging, I saw King Philip locked in a naked embrace with a young man whose face I could not see. Their clothing had been thrown in the corner of the room, a small torch near the back wall illuminating hands that slid hungrily over skin. The king began to move their embrace towards the stone slab covered with a thick cattle hide and piled with silken sheets. He raised his left hand and slapped the young man's bare ass hard, growling with desire as he shoved his partner down onto the bed. My hand moved of its own volition down to my hardening cock, massaging it through the thin linen of my brown chiton. Blood pumped loudly in my ears as my mouth went dry and my stomach tightened. I continued to watch as the young man lay back on the bed and lifted up his shapely ass, spreading his legs and rubbing his fingers over his puckering hole to give the king a better view. There was a rumble of approval from King Philip as he leaned forward and slapped the young man's ass again while his right elbow moving back and forth as he presumably slicked his cock with his hand. I could only see the king from the back but his pleasure was evident in the way his chiseled ass tensed with every stroke. Apparently unwilling to wait any longer, the king swatted the young man's hands away from his ass and climbed up onto the bed. Positioning himself with knees spread apart and his ass propped on his heels, the king pushed himself into his partner's eager hole. He sighed loudly, settling himself into the hot embrace of the young man's ass. "Ahhh...I've waited all day to feel this. Clench your hole...mmm that's it...you service your king so well." The man's answering moan sent shivers through my back as I spit into my hand and began sliding it up and down my engorged length. Moving in and out of his clasping orifice, King Philip's taut ass began to pump mercilessly into the young man beneath him, a sheen of sweat gleaming along the muscled contours of his back. I felt a mixture of awe and shock at the patchwork of scars slashed across his tanned skin. The king was a monument to his own campaign. I knew, as I crouched quietly below the window, that his sexual conquest could feel the measure of that ambition in each thrust. I felt a desperate ache deep in my groin, tightening at the base of my dripping cock as I heard King Philip speak to his consort in a hoarse, lustful voice that I almost didn't recognize. "That's it...massage my dick with your tight little ass. You are mine...mine...mine..." He slammed his cock into the young man's ass with each 'mine', the slapping of skin creating a mesmerizing beat that I matched with a slick, steady stroke on my own pulsing member. The king's growling moans continued to claw at my darkening psyche until he finally roared against his own gritted teeth as he emptied himself inside the young man's hole. "Ughhh yes, by the gods, you are so tight. That's it...suck on my fingers while I fill you. Mmm come on...yes, that's it...that's it...give it to me, Pausanius." The moment that my recognition of his moaning partner's name struck, the shuddering explosion of my release hit me with the force of an angry Titan. I fell to my knees as sticky ropes of white fluid lassoed my thighs and a shaking wave of pleasure vibrated through my body. My peripheral senses managed to catch Pausanius' muffled yell as his own release found him. As my equilibrium slowly returned, I heard King Philip chuckle. "Shhh...too loud." Pausanius spoke for the first time since I had arrived. "I'm sorry, my King." I almost stood up to get a closer look, but a rustling behind me stilled the impulse. I dropped down low to the ground, watching silently as three tall shadows slipped toward the entrance. It was difficult to tell in the moonless dark of the fields, but they looked like guards. It was then that the sounds of a struggle erupted from within the room. "No...please. What are you doing? Please untie me...don't leave me here, don't leave me he-" Pausanius' words became a muffled garble as something was shoved into his mouth. I mustered enough courage to peek over the lip of the window. The king was in the corner of the room hastily tying the small velvet cordage at his waist. Pausanius was still on the bed, his toned arms straining to break ropes that now encircled his wrists as he shouted into the cloth that had been forced into his mouth. "You should have kept your mouth shut, Pausanius." The king shook his head with an edge of regret to his movements. "You knew how important my match to Eurydice is, and yet...what were you thinking? What did you think to accomplish? Did you think Attalus wouldn't find out? Only the gods could compel such an embarrassing lack of discretion. You are still mine so I will not have them hurt you, but Attalus must be appeased. Stupid boy..." The king muttered, and then cleared his throat very loudly. Too loudly. It was then that three muscular men walked in, all of them nude and stroking their cocks eagerly. Pausanius' eyes widened in terror as he tried desperately to escape his bonds, his hopelessness feeding the growing knot in my throat. I recognized one of the naked men as the head of Attalus' main guard, his lascivious grin widening as his gaze raked over Pausanius lithe, sweaty body. King Philip's discomfort was palpable, but he steeled himself and turned away from Pausanius as tears glistened in the young man's fearful eyes. The king's voice dropped low and hardened as he walked over to the young man. "I sacrifice only your honor, Pausanius. Consider yourself lucky given the possible consequences." He slowly pulled the cloth from Pausanius' mouth. "Now stay quiet and let them have you. They have not been satisfied for weeks, so it should not take too long. If you draw attention or try to hurt them in any way, I cannot be held responsible for the outcome." I was not caught by the audacity of King Philip's actions to smooth over the slightest of affronts. Nor was I was caught by the greedy speed in which Attalus' men moved in on their prey once King Philip had exited the room. No, the thing that trapped my gaze and shot painful needles deep into my gut was Pausanius' furious, menacing glare even as his body was taken without affection or regard. That glare, slowly filling with a hatred that I could not begin to comprehend, never left the door where King Philip left. And for the first time since I had arrived at that small lodging nestled at the end of a night-shrouded field, I felt the paralyzing chill of fear.