Chosen

Chosen

Callum barely slipped through the doors of the great hall just as they were closing and ran directly into the back of a crowd. Most he recognized even with their backs turned as he wove his way through.

He heard a scoff from a woman as he shoved past her. "There he is," she said, "I thought he was skipping out on us again"

Callum didn't have time to answer. He slithered through the throng, unable to see over the shoulders of most of the people, so he was surprised when he burst through the front of the crowd and into an open area at the front of the Throne Room. It was mostly empty, save for a line of six other young men who knelt prostrate before the throne, their foreheads pressed to the stone floor.

It was a beast of a chair, towering above the crowd on its peak of steps. Its gilded flourishes were cast in flickering shadows by the torches circling the room, making it look alive. Callum had seen it plenty of times before, but this would be the first time he ever saw it occupied.

He found his place and promptly knelt with the others

"You're lucky the king isn't ready yet," his neighbor said, keeping his forehead to the ground. Callum glanced over to find Samuel, the blacksmith's son. They had only interacted a few times, but he was a kind man with a body forged by years of pounding iron. His back muscles rippled underneath his white robes.

"Just saving the best for last," Callum replied with a smirk.

Samuel's response was drowned out by a horn blaring through the room, three quick tuts followed by a long hailing note.

Callum recognized the quivering voice of the Grand Chancellor Asan from his many announcements. "All hail the great King Alderon, Lord of the Grey Summits, Vessel of the Divine," he cried.

Callum dared not lift his head before the King was seated. All he could hear was the creaking of another large door and the shuffling of what he presumed to be the King's sandals across the stone floor. He passed directly in front of Callum on his way to the throne.

There was another shuffle of fabric as the King settled into his chair, but he said nothing. The room settled into silence save for the crackling of the torches and Callum's heartbeat pounding in his ears; though he hoped he was the only one that could hear that.

"Rise, Prospects," Asan commanded.

Callum had practiced every step of the ceremony and still his hands trembled and his gut twisted. He raised himself up but remained on his knees, sitting back on his heels just as the other young men did.

The King filled the enormous throne completely. His shoulders stretched nearly as wide as the chair and Callum wondered how many miles of fabric it had taken to tailor his robes. Thick cords of muscle ran down the man's arms with gold bangles around the biceps that Callum probably could have worn as a necklace. The King's size was a marvel, but he wasn't surprised by it. He had heard the stories.

What took Callum by surprise was just how young the King looked. The man, if you could call him that, had been in power longer than Callum had been alive and yet he had the skin and features of a man in his prime. There were rumors that he'd bound himself to a demon, or a powerful deity, in exchange for certain...perks. Now Callum wondered if there was any truth to that claim.

The King's eyes were golden suns as he scanned each of the young men gathered in front of him, moving down the line until they finally fell upon Callum. Their eyes met only briefly before Callum cast his gaze down, but Alderon's gaze was a knife to his very soul.

The golden chains and bracelets adorning the King clanged as he beckoned the Grand Chancellor forward. The elderly man strode up the steps and leaned in close to the King. nodded, bowed, and then returned to the main floor. He held a hand out to the first Prospect, a thin dark-haired man Callum recognized from the markets but knew very little about, and pulled him onto his feet.

"You are dismissed," Asan said finally, loud enough for all to hear. The man's face reddened as he bowed to the King and stepped back, just another ordinary citizen once again. Then Asan moved to the next man, and the one after that, dismissing each in turn. Callum was shocked as the Chancellor dismissed five of the prospects in a row, leaving only Samuel and Callum.

As the elderly man approached Samuel, Asan brought him to his feet just as he did with the other boys. This time though he ushered the young man to stand directly before the King. Up until then, Alderon had been sitting in his chair, face resting in his palm looking positively bored. As Samuel stepped before him though, he sat up, eyes burning into the blacksmith's son

The King's voice boomed throughout the court. "Drop your robe."

Samuel complied immediately, confidently unfastening the rope belt that held his robe together. It fell to the floor, revealing Samuel's body as naked as the day he was born. His arms were a sight to behold, but his back looked like a writhing mass of pythons. His legs looked just as firm, covered in thick black hair that ebbed as it rose up his body, thinning at his lower back. A specimen of a man, save for the scars that snaked up his forearms.

Burns from turning iron, Callum assumed. He was so focused on Samuel that he didn't notice Asan standing next to him, holding out his hand. His heart skipped a beat but he recovered quickly and rose to his feet. He tried to ignore the aching in his knees. As he stepped up beside Samule he spared a glance over.

Yes, his manhood was just as impressive as the rest of him.

"And you, boy." The King's voice snapped Callum's attention back like a whip, "off with your robe."

It wasn't a question, and yet Callum hesitated, he could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. He slowly loosened the rope belt around his waist and let it fall to the floor. He took a deep breath and opened his robe, dropping it just the same as Samuel.

His skin immediately prickled in the cold air.

Where Samuel was built like an ox, Callum was a stray dog. He was leaner, with little definition to his sinewy frame, and about a foot shorter than the man standing next to him. Granted, Samuel was a year older, but Callum felt wrong standing next to a man like him.

The King had remained expressionless during Callum's strip, appraising his body for a few moments. Then, he rose from his chair and stood before the young men. Now that he was within arms reach, Callum realized just how large he truly was. He was another foot taller than Samuel and when he stood before Callum, his eyes were level with the man's stomach. Another step and he was so close to Callum that all the boy could see was the black expanse of the King's robes. He smelled of a strange blend of spices that Callum couldn't place.

Then there was an enormous hand on his crotch. The King cupped Callum's balls and rolled them with his thumb; checking for what, Callum had no idea. He lifted his soft cock up and massaged it just the same, which only made Callum blush even harder.

Then, apparently satisfied, he reached over Callum (which he could do quite easily) and grabbed two fistfulls of his glutes. He pried the boy's cheeks apart matter of factly, exposing Callum's hole.

Callum couldn't help it; he gasped at the touch and fell forward, pressing his face directly into the King's chest. He had tried to catch himself, finding only the King's body for support. Several people in the crowd gasped, if it was taboo to look at the King without permission, touching him was unheard of.

The King released his grip on Callum and stood back, but didn't mention the boy's indiscretion.

Thankfully he went over to Samuel next, who maintained his composure much better than Callum had. Alderon grabbed the young man's crotch, lifting it and weighing it in his hand before reaching behind to inspect Samuel's hole just the same.

Between the two of them, Callum knew it wasn't even a choice.

The King returned to his throne and called Asan up once again. A few nods from the elderly man and he walked back, standing before Samuel. Again He raised his voice so that all could hear, "you are dismissed."

Callum's jaw dropped, Samuel's brow furrowed, there was even a gasp from the crowd. Everybody was clearly just as confused as Callum was. Samuel opened his mouth to object then seemed to think better of it. He quickly pulled his robes back on and stepped back in line with the rest of the rejected Prospects.

Callum could feel the eyes of a hundred villagers searing his naked skin, yet they were nothing compared to the King's gaze. He rose from his chair and strode down the steps, brushing past Callum without a word, and left through the door he'd come in.

Then Asan was beside Callum, "Congratulations young man, this evening will bring great honor to your family's name. They will write songs about you."

Callum didn't know what to say to that, but he knew he was ready to be clothed once more so he stooped to gather his robes.

Asan put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh, you won't be needing those," he said.

There were no lights in the King's chamber save for a fire burning in a hearth so big Callum could have easily stood inside. The space here was much more intimate than the main chamber. Dominating the room was a four poster bed that could've fit five grown men shouler to shoulder with plenty of room to spare. Callum felt himself drawn to the bed, his bare feet and knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor for so long.

He felt a wrinkled hand on his shoulder and jumped. He'd nearly forgotten Asan was still with him. "All things in due time," he chided, "for now, why don't you come sit by the fire."

Callum wasn't keen on sitting on the floor again, but he obliged anyway and the roaring fire immediately chased the chill from his bones. He shivered. There was a clatter to his right and he turned to see Asan huddled over a small table near the door.

After a few moments the elderly man turned around holding a metal ball with several small holes punctuating its top held at the end of a long golden chain; a censer. He brought it over to the fire and knelt down next to Callum before gently lifting the lid off. Callum glimpsed a mixture of what looked like herbs and spices inside, but none that he recognized.

Using the nearby tongs, Asan grabbed a few coals from the flames and dropped them into the censer. They hit the bed of aromatics with a sizzle and began smoking as he replaced the lid.

The smell immediately struck Callum as familiar, having smelled it on the King just a few moments before. "What is that?" he asked.

"Many things: black arrowwood, bugle weed, alocorn," Asan said. He stood and gently started swinging the censer from side to side. "It will make things easier," he paused, "for what's to come."

Callum swallowed the lump in his throat. The heady aroma of the incense filled his nostrils as Asan slowly circled him, swinging the censer and filling the room with smoke. Callum felt its effects wash over him. His shoulders relaxed and he slumped, no longer strong enough to keep himself upright. The anxious thoughts in his mind slipped away and a lazy smile crept across his face.

The Chancellor passed in front of Callum once, twice more as he circled but now Callum barely noticed. His world shrank until all he knew were his own breaths and the crackling of the hearth. Time passed, though how long he couldn't say.

He was brought back by something on his shoulder, a hand, he realized. He looked down expecting to see the wrinkled fingers of Asan only to find a large alabaster hand with golden rings across the fingers. Callum should have jumped at the touch, shot to his feet to face the stranger behind him, and yet he couldn't bring himself to move. The hand moved though, it slid over his collarbone and up his neck before fully engulfing his throat in its grip. It was a loose grip, not intended to truly choke.

In his haze, Callum rolled his head back and looked up, past the sea of black robes and saw the King looking back down at him. His golden eyes flickered in the light of the hearth and Callum found himself getting lost just as easily in those flames. Alderon ran his thumb along Callum's jawbone, stroking it gently, before stopping just below the boy's lips.

"Rise, boy," the King said, his voice quieter than it had been during the ceremony, gentler, and Callum obeyed.

Alderon still wore his black ceremonial robes and gold jewelry, a large golden chain looped around his waist. Callum couldn't help himself, he reached out and placed his hands on the King's chest, feeling the muscles just below the fabric. He was surprised to find the man incredibly warm to the touch, warmer even than the fire behind them, and he was drawn to it.

"That's twice now you've touched me without permission," the King said.

A pang of concern twisted Callum's stomach, but it didn't stay long; he'd sounded more amused than angry.

Callum's voice sounded slow, like a sleepy child in his ears. "I'm sorry, your grace," he said, letting his hands fall to his sides. He looked up to see a wry smile playing across the man's lips.

"Now that you have become my chosen," Alderon said, "I will allow it." He reached up and cupped Callum's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. His gaze was so intense and yet Callum didn't look away. What reason did he have to fear this man?

The King's hand moved around to the back of the boy's head and pulled him close, his lips meeting Callum's. The kiss burned Callum's lips like he'd kissed a frying pan, but he ignored the pain as the heat settled to a dull throb and spread throughout his mouth and snaked down his throat. He gasped as the King broke away, already beginning to miss the warmth.

Callum traced a finger along his lips, expecting to feel blisters. "Why me?" he finally asked.

"Why not you?" The King asked in return.

Callum cast his eyes to the floor. "Because Samuel was better by all accounts. He should have been the one to receive this blessing," he said.

"The choice was mine to make," Alderon said. He leaned down and kissed Callum on the forehead. "And I chose wisely. Now undress me, boy, do your duty."

Callum's hands were upon the King immediately, eliciting a soft chuckle from the man. The golden chain was tied around his waist simply and Callum made quick work of it, dropping it to the floor with a heavy clamor.

Callum's breathing was slow and heavy and he wondered how much of that was to do with the Asan's incense.

For all the King's adornments, his robes were just as simple as Callum's own, but made of much finer silks. He reached up and slipped the black fabric off the King, his hands looking tiny upon the King's massive shoulders.

The heavy robe hit the floor and Callum gasped. Nothing could have rightly prepared him for the sight of his King standing before him in his full glory, but there was a pure, white glow radiating from the center of Alderon's chest. Callum reached out and placed his hand over the light, which seeped into him a gentle warmth that grew hotter and hotter until finally he had to rip his hand away.

"What..." he started, but words had escaped him.

He quickly eyed over the rest of the King's body, which was not as defined as Samuel's had been but nearly twice as large. Callum marveled at thighs that were as thick as his waist surrounding the King's manhood that, even soft, concerned Callum. It hung between the man's legs, taunting him with what was to come.

Alderon reached out and grabbed Callum by the chin, forcing him to look up into the man's eyes, which were blazing even brighter now.

"Don't be shy with me now, boy," he said, "get a good look."

Then his hand was on Callum's shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees, forcing him level with the man's cock. Callum eyed it, watching it pulse with the man's heartbeat. With every pump it grew thicker, longer, and it drew Callum in. He reached out and cupped the King's growing member and his fingers barely wrapped around it. And gods, it was so heavy in his palm!

At the boy's touch the King let out a low growl. Callum looked up to see a dark expression come over the man's face.

"It's worth more than just a touch, boy," Alderon said.

While Callum didn't have experience with another man (his virginity was a requirement for the ceremony) he knew what he would want in this situation and readily obliged the man. He shuffled forward on his knees until Alderon's cock nearly filled his vision. It was now fully erect, thick, and pointing directly at Callum's face. He licked his lips, held the cock steady with one hand and braced himself with the other against the King's massive thighs.

Just as his lips touched the tip, he jerked back, shocked by the same searing heat as their kiss. Hopefully the pain would dull just as it had before. He pressed forward, his lips stretching to fully engulf the head and he was rewarded with a long sigh escaping the King's lips. Callum worked his lips over the bulbous head for a while, trying to take more into his mouth as he could but he didn't see how he could possibly go further.

And this is only the beginning, he thought to himself, shuddering as he imagined the state he'd be at the end of it all.

Then Alderon's hand was on the top of his head, combing through his thick ringlets, which had a calming effect on Callum. Whether it was due to Asan's incense or not, Callum found it easier to relax his throat as Alderon began to take over.

He fully submitted his throat to his King.

Callum gulped at the massive member, struggling to keep up with the King's thrusts as best he could, but he quickly started gagging. Even with the incense relaxing his muscles it was a strain. The man's cock was a burning spear down his throat, the tip hammering the back of it as Callum struggled to swallow the thing.

He could tell that Alderon was growing impatient, unable to progress past half the length of his member. He gripped Callum's head in both hands and forced him down. The boy struggled violently as his throat was stretched but the King's grip was like a steel vise and held him firm. With no place else to go, his cock slipped down Callum's throat.

At once, Callum's face was pressed into the King's groin. Gods! It felt like the man was all the way into his stomach. A long, low groan reverberated down Alderon's chest and he started grinding his hips into the boy's mouth.

Callum's lungs started to burn, air running short, and he panicked. He pushed against the King's thighs and threw himself off the impalement, gasping for breath and choking, tears streaming down his face.

Without warning he was lifted into the air like a child and brought into the King's chest. He instinctively wrapped himself around the King's torso, still gasping and trying not to sob into the man's neck. The King wrapped his arms around Callum and held him in his embrace, stroking the back of his neck, giving Callum time to catch his breath.

The King's voice was a low growl in his ear, "I knew I made the right choice with you, boy. You want to receive my blessing don't you?" he asked.

Callum couldn't manage the words, but nodded his head into the King's neck.

"Good," the man cooed, "It's only just beginning for you."

At that Callum, felt the man's cock slip between his cheeks, pressing against his taint. He moaned into Alderon's chest as the man rubbed it back and forth across Callum's hole.

He easily carried Callum over to the bed and dropped him down. The bed was a dream; soft, covered in fine silk sheets in the same shade of black as the King's robes. Callum stared up at Alderon and his blazing chest.

Then the man got the same look in his eyes again. It struck Callum as something dangerous, something predatory. Callum felt like a piece of meat on the man's dinner plate, waiting for the knife and skewer. He thought about the way he'd been held down on the King's cock before and Callum instinctively crawled back, trying to get away from the man.

The King's hand shot out faster than Callum could see, it wrapped around his ankle and drug him back within the King's grasp. He chuckled fiendishly as he hauled Callum back up into his arms again.

"Why are you running from me boy?" he asked. His embrace was like an iron grip around Callum, not squeezing enough to hurt but holding him still all the same. There wouldn't be any running from this man.

He could feel the man's erection sliding between his cheeks again as the King rhythmically thrust himself forward, back and forth, and Callum's fear was overridden by pleasure. He ground himself against Alderon's erection.

He lifted Callum up slightly. He thought the King was just readjusting his hold but his thoughts quickly turned to fear as he felt something pressing its way inside him. He gripped the King back and shook his head into the man's thick neck. "Oh no," he begged, "please, please-"

His pleas were cut short by Alderon's cock breaching inside him.

Callum felt as if he were being split in two by red-hot steel. He couldn't form words, only cries as he was skewered by the King. His body shuddered uncontrollably as he slowly slid down the full length of the King's throbbing cock. It felt like hours before Callum finally felt himself pressing fully into the man's groin. Waves of pain washed over him that made it difficult to hold onto the man. He instinctively clinched his hole around the intrusion but Callum quickly learned that each squeeze was only met with Alderon grinding himself even deeper inside.

As if Callum thought that was even possible.

Alderon growled, a deep primal sound, as he penetrated the boy.

"It hurts," Callum said, finding it hard to breathe, "please." Surely the King had pushed himself past Callum's stomach and was now forcing the very air out of his lungs. And that heat! It wasn't going away this time. His breath felt cool compared to the King's skin. Drool slicked the man's neck.

Alderon's voice was soft and low. "I know boy, let it be for now. The more you fight me, the more it will hurt."

He lifted Callum up slowly, partially drawing his member from the boy before letting him back down again. Callum grunted as he was refilled, his guts filled and his hole stretched once again. He had barely a moment to rest before the King went again, pulling out and then forcing himself back inside.

The pain was debilitating at first, but as Alderon thrust more, Callum could feel himself relaxing. He could feel himself giving in to the man. After all, what choice did he have? He couldn't get away, he couldn't run.

The King's tempo increased, lifting Callum and holding him stationary while he thrust himself in and out of the boy's hole. Callum's cries and shouts turned into groans.

Yes! The King had been right, when he gave himself over fully to the man he was finally able to relax.

And then he was looking at the ceiling, thrown back onto the bed, he realized, yet the King remained planted firmly inside him. He maneuvered Callum's legs over his shoulders and his abdominals flexed as he worked his cock inside Callum's hole. He looked down to see the King's veiny cock gutting him, forcing him to take more than he'd ever imagined.

He looked back up to see the King's eyes rolled back into his head, showing only the whites. Now that he seemed to have the proper leverage, the King's thrusting took to a feverish pace and it was all Callum could do to cling to consciousness. His groin seared Callum's taint like a branding iron, but it was still nothing compared to the fire inside his belly. Not only were the man's powerful thrusts churning his insides, it felt as if the King was just a few strokes away from starting a fire inside of him.

A distant voice in the back of Callum's mind screamed at him, something was wrong. Again he tried to squirm away and again the King held him fast. He pinned the boy's arms down to the bed, which only gave him more leverage for his thrusts.

A vicious slapping sound marked the destruction of Callum's hole.

He cried out, from pain or ecstasy he couldn't tell anymore; both feelings took equal turns crashing over him. He couldn't stop himself from curling his hips up, higher into the air, to meet every one of the King's thrusts. He looked down to see the King's full length smashing into him, tip to hilt in powerful thrusts.

Callum rolled his head back, his groans mixing with the King's panting, punctuated by quick grunts every time he took the man fully.

Something was stirring inside him (something other than the King's cock anyway) and at first he felt as if he was going to wet himself. He braced his trembling hands against Alderon's hips, he begged the man to stop, to relent, but it was no use. The King simply went harder, thrashing Callum's insides with a mighty fury.

Then the beastly King was crushing him, his voice like gravel in Callum's ear, "I'm going to spill my seed inside you boy. Are you prepared for my blessing?"

"Please," Callum begged, his voice whimpering.

"It will mean the end of you," Alderon warned.

And then Callum could not hold himself back any longer. He cried out as his own cock erupted onto his belly, spilling ropes of cum that burst from his erection in time with the King's thrusts. He went on forever, until he was fully spent, and still he didn't stop spasming under the King's weight.

Alderon's grunts grew shorter, more feverish. Callum could tell he was close and, with thoughts of this all being over, smiled up at the man. The King's beautiful face twisted in ecstasy as he gave one final, immense thrust inside Callum and held him there.

Callum could feel every throb, every pump of the man's cock inside him. It was a warmth that slowly spread throughout his belly, hitting his chest, before it fully consumed him. Calllum wrapped himself tight around the King and held him so tight that he could no longer tell where his body stopped and the King's began.

He only saw the King's golden eyes as his veins turned to fire and his world went black.

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