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Crying in the Darkness	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2417 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Come!” The General's voice instantly woke Darren from his trance-like slumber. Slowly he rose from his bed of straw in the corner, and walked to the door of his cell, limping slightly from what was done to him the night before. The General did not speak as he roughly grabbed Darren’s arm and pulled him out of the cell. He glared at Darren but said nothing as he lead him down a passageway that was unfamiliar to him. “In there!” The General grunted as he shoved Darren into a well lit and strongly scented room. There, gentle feminine hands stripped Darren of his now bloodied rags and bathed him in warm water scented with oils. He sat in the bath staring off into space, totally unaware of what was going on around him. The water soothed his muscles as the gentle hands washed away the dried blood and dirt on his body. After the bath he was dried and a fine golden silk robe was placed on him, instead of the rags he had grown so accustomed to. Then he was led into another room, where golden shackles were placed around his wrists. The cuffs were beautifully encrusted with sparkling emeralds, a thin but strong golden chain watachtached to each cuff. The chains criss-crossed leading down to identical cuffs that had been placed on his ankles, though he could not recall when, and another chain was then hooked around these forming a sort of human leash.

“You are ready.” The General's voice startled Darren as he realized his captor had returned for him. “His Majesty is waiting…” Before Darren could register this information he was dragged into a larger, more luxurious room. Magnificent chandeliers hung from the golden ceiling and fantastically carved marble pillars were all around. Darren was pushed onto a red flowery carpet in the middle of the ornate hall in front of a golden throne. “Down on one knee boy!” Darren felt pressure on his shoulder forcing him to his knees in front of the throne. He would have looked up to see who was sitting in the overly large chair but thought better of it with The General so close. “Your majesty, he has been trained well…I did it myself. I'm sure you will be quite pleased. He is a fine specimen, is he not?” The King raised an arm in a gesture for silence, his emerald eyes glistening in lust for the dark-haired man kneeling before him.

“Yes…he is very fine indeed…” he said softly, cruelness still evident in his low voice. King Daniel looked up at his general smiling. “Thank you…you may return to your duties now. I shall send your reward later.” The General nodded, bowed, and left the magnificent hall.

The King licked his lips in anticipation. His son stood by, hiding behind one of the decorated pillars, watching in disgust at his father, and pity for the boy who had just been brought in. He did not look to be much older than the prince himself. Beautiful, no doubt, but frightened, and with good reason. The prince despised his father. When he was no older than twelve his mother had become very ill. She had died that winter, supposedly of a pneumonia but the prince knew that to be untrue. His father, the king, had poisoned her. She was a good woman. She was trying to stop King Daniel from hurting the country any more, threatening to take away his powers…so he murdered her…in cold blood, just to keep his throne.

The Prince's attention snapped back to the scene in front of him. From where he was hiding he could see the boy's pale face. His blue-gray eyes that at the moment showed fear and puzzlement. He was very beautiful, the way his raven hair framed his face and ended gently just above his shoulders. The Prince's emerald eyes flashed in worry for the boy. He knew what is father would do, and he had to stop it. But how? His mind raced as he watched his father pull the boy from the floor and guide him out of the throne room. Perhaps he should jump out and refuse to let his father take the boy… but no, he couldn’t do that, he would be punished for sure…for interfering. He thought quickly as the boy disappeared from his view. He was too late… there was nothing he could do, he was stupid for even thinking that…wait! He may have been too late to stop that from happening but he certainly could stop it from happening again! He hurried off to the royal library, where he knew his father would go after…after...he did not want to think about it, instead he began forming out what he would say, hoping beyond hope that the boy would be alright.

Darren stared at the blonde man dragging him off to his chambers. He looked to be in his late thirties, and in very good shape, quite strong. He was literally dragging Darren to his bed, then he threw him down. Darren stared up at him, terrified, as the King began removing his robes. Darren's eyes widened realizing the older man's intent. He wondered if he should protest, but thought better of it knowing that the fierce king would surely have his wrath if he was refused.

“Take off your robes…” the King demanded, releasing the shackles from Darren’s wrists. Darren did as he was ordered, only mildly embarrassed by his own nudity.

“Now lie down…” Darren couldn’t do this. He opened his mouth to protest but was stopped with a wave of the King's rough hand.

“I wouldn’t speak if I were you. I would hate to have to gag those beautiful full lips of yours…” he smiled wickedly before kissing Darren roughly, forcing his tongue into the young man's warm mouth. Daniel broke the kiss, now straddling Darren.

“You kiss well my little slave…” the king whispered huskily, “Let’s see what else you do well…” Daniel positioned himself so that the tip of his member was at Darren's mouth. Darren's eyes widened in horror as the king forced his shaft inside of Darren’s mouth. Darren nearly gagged, but didn’t complain though there were tears falling from his sapphire eyes. After a while the king had gotten tired of that game. He removed his member from Darren’s mouth and quickly buried it inside of him. Darren gasped and then screamed at the new pain. The king quickly grabbed a pillow and covered Darren’s mouth with it. Darren didn’t know how long it went on like that. He was to weak to move, to think, to even see what was going on around him. All he could do was cry. Cry and scream with each new thrust inside of him.

“Oh yes, you are good, my beautiful little slave…” Daniel panted, coming down from his climax. Darren hurt all over, he could barely comprehend what the monster in front of him was saying.

“You will stay here until I return…I will most likely not be able to stay away long…” he licked his lips, pulling on his majestic purple robes.

“Get some rest slave. You will need it for later…” Daniel gave Darren one last evil grin before turning and walking out of the chambers, slamming the door behind him. Darren lay on the now dirtied silk sheets no longer feeling their warmth or comfort. He lay there, hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing from the pain and humiliation. He just wanted to go home… And with that thought in his mind, he cried himself to sleep.

TBC…
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