The Oracle Part 3 Slave Or Son?
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The Oracle Part 3 Slave Or Son?
Lyco shared my room since he was my body servant and he needed to be with me constantly. Well almost constantly, at his age he couldn't keep up with me when I was working out, so he would exercise with the other youngsters while I was working out with my bodyguards. He was only eight years old but he tried his best to keep up with these youngsters even though they were three to five years older than him. It wasn't long before some of these teens that lived in the palace with their parents asked him what it was like to service me sexually. When he naively told them that he didn't service me, they chided him because of it. They told him that any body servant worth their salt was expected to take care of their master's need. ALL of his needs. Most of them said that they would love to let me fuck them. They had heard that I was well endowed and wanted Lyco to confirm how big I was. Then the consensus was that he wasn't a very good body servant if I didn't want to fuck his brains out. And that I'd probably sell him at the next slave auction.
When we were alone that evening before the guard came in to do his duty Lyco asked. "Sire why don't you let me service you?" I found it a bit amusing that the word Sire had a double meaning for him that he didn't realize. Sire is a term you use for your King, but it is also a term for father which is what I really was to him. But it lost some of it's levity when a tear rolled down his cheek.
"I don't expect you to service me, you're only eight years old." I replied. "Whatever made you bring that up?"
"Sire I don't want to be sold..." He said, the dam burst and the tears started to come in earnest.
"Whoa! Nobody is going to sell you. I'm very pleased with the job you do. I just don't have sex with anyone before they go through puberty." It had never crossed my mind to ask him for sex and that was the main reason. I wasn't turned on by prepubescent kits. "Where did this idea come from?" I asked and pulled him close in a protective hug. Even if I couldn't acknowledge him he was still my son and I loved him.
He wiped the tears out of his eyes and told me the whole story. When it all came out he looked at me, hoping for reassurance. It made me pause a bit and think it over. Right now him being prepubescent was a legitimate reason, but that would cease to be valid after he went through puberty. Cats would begin to wonder. It was no secret that I broke in all the young soldiers in the orphanage, so they all knew I liked nice young adult cats. I needed to keep the fact that he was my son hidden, for his safety more than for mine. There would be too many questions if I didn't take him for my pleasure. "I'll tell you what. As soon as you start squirting you can take up that role."
Even when you're a big alpha stud it occasionally feels good to have a nice cock up your ass. But when you are the King that's not doable. Submitting to your subjects was just not a good precedent to set. To let a common slave do so was unthinkable. So the only ones that you can submit to are other royalty. It was a common enough thing among Royal Lions all across Greece to fool around with their close male relatives. It was an open secret among Kings and Princes that they took care of each other. I had lost my virginity to my father. And I'd taken both my father and grandfather when they had the urge for a nice cock up their ass. So the fact that he was my son wasn't as much of a taboo as many would think.
But since he was only eight I was able to use the excuse that he was still a cub as a reason not to have him take care of my sexual needs. But he was in my room when the guards came in to take care of my carnal urges and he would watch discretely in fascination as I fucked the big studly guards that performed the "inner guard duty". Of course he was incapable of cumming yet, but occasionally I would notice him pawing himself under his covers, His eyes would be locked on where my big cock was slamming into the nice tight assholes of my guards. Occasionally when he was wrapped up in watching me I'd lock eyes with him while I fucked my guard. He would always turn away with embarrassment at being caught. I honestly didn't mind him watching. I'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist so it actually was an ego boost.
This went on until I noticed that he was starting to go through puberty. I would know when he was ready because he would stop producing protective pheromones, the ones that turned off normal adult cats and start producing eromenos pheromones the ones that attracted dominant male cats to a young male. He was still too young to fuck at least until he finally was able to cum. But I still felt guilty about the thought of it. He was my son and the tradition was reciprocal anal sex between father and son among royalty. He was a slave. How could I let him fuck me without letting on that he was my son? I thought about that and thought about it until something happened that made the point moot.
And that's how things stood when my world crumbled around me. The plague hit the city when Lyco was 12 years old. It was a truly awful sickness, first there was fever and chills. Then abdominal pain, diarrhea and vomiting which weakened the cat from lack of nourishment. And as they got weaker there was bleeding from their mouth, nose and rectum or under their skin. Then there was the blackening and death of tissue in your extremities, most commonly in your fingers, toes and nose. But sometimes it affected your genitals which could make one sterile.
It seemed that 80% of those exposed to it succumbed to it, and that was the fate of my Queen, my two sons and 2 of my daughters. I was not spared. I was ill to the point of death, but I managed to rally and recover, but not without lasting consequences. I was one of the ones whose genitals were slightly affected. I didn't lose my penis, but 75% of my barbs blackened and sloughed off. Also during the sickness my testicles swelled and even though the swelling went away after the sickness left my body I feared that I could no longer produce cubs.
If my sons had still been alive this would have been inconsequential. But in order to be able to stay on the throne I needed heirs, or my cousins would be able to convince the city that they needed to let one of them become King. If I was truly unable to produce cubs I needed to keep my inability to sire cubs quiet until I could either get well and produce an heir or figure out some other way to keep my cousins at bay.
I did still have a son, Lyco surprisingly had a very mild case of the illness and was only sick for a day or so. Also usually if young cats hadn't gone through puberty they didn't go sterile if they survived the illness. But unfortunately he was not a legitimate son, he would never be able to inherit the throne.
As things were Lyco nursed me back to health when all the other cats that hadn't come down with the plague were afraid to come near me. Lyco didn't seem to care. I was his King and Master and the thought of turning his back on me never occurred to him.
I was deathly ill for a month, but after the fever broke I returned to health fairly quickly. My appetite was ravenous and within another month you couldn't tell that I'd ever been sick. Unless you looked at my semibarbless manhood.
But the only thing I had left that mattered to me was Lyco. Well I still had a legitimate daughter who was only three years old, but she wasn't the one who risked her life like Lyco did when he took care of me when I was sick with the plague. Even most of the slaves showed how frightened they were of caring for me, but Lyco never thought of his own well being, only of mine. And even if any of them would have tried to care for me Lyco wouldn't have let them.
It was then that I realized that Lyco was now capable of cumming. Since the onset of my illness he had slept in my bed to better care for me. When I recovered we just never went back to having him sleep on his little bed on the floor. When he first came to my bed he was still giving off pheromones of a prepubescent cat. These were a sexual turn off and protected young cats from being taken advantage of by adults before they were ready. They also gave adults feelings of protectiveness for their young companions without sexual desire. It was because of this influence, and the fact that it took most of that month for the swelling and tenderness in my balls to go down that I'd not cum since my illness.
He was in bed with me when I smelled precum that wasn't mine. I also noticed that he was for the first time emitting arousal pheromones or Eromenos pheromones. These were the pheromones emitted by a young cat when he came into adulthood. They came into play when such a cat was targeting a Erastes that he was attracted to. At times they could be downright irresistible. I was quite familiar with them as I had broken in many a young cat. Lyco was emitting them almost imperceptibly at first, but they were starting to build in intensity. It was an undeniable sign that he wanted me.
It was also obvious that he was now officially coming into puberty and I wanted to milk his first cum out of him. Like my father had done for me and his father had done for him. It was the way of the line of Kings. A young Prince should not take an Erastes, he shouldn't be influenced by someone below his station. Lyco was not a Prince, but his position was much more complicated than just being a slave or a Prince. Before he came into puberty I had no interest in him sexually. When he'd been sleeping with me during my recovery I never got an erection thinking about him. But now I had the hardest erection since before the plague decimated the castle.
I'd assumed correctly that he also had a boner as my paw quickly verified. I'd never touched his privates before this. I pulled the covers down and rolled him onto his back. He moaned as I peeled his sheath back from his five inches. It was much bigger than any of the thirteen year old cats that I'd broken in at the orphanage and even bigger than most adult cats. It was about the same size as mine had been at that age, in fact it looked almost identical to how mine had looked before the plague had robbed me of most of my barbs. It was already slightly damp from his first ever precum, but when I peeled the sheath back he started to leak steadily. He wasn't going to last long so I took his handsome cock into my muzzle.
"Sire it isn't right for you to service me, I should be the one servicing you..." He said before an involuntary moan escaped from him.
"If I remember correctly I'm still the King and you're my slave. I will decide what I want to do with you." I said then went back to sucking his throbbing cock. I ran my claw from his asshole up his taint to his balls, which made him moan even louder. My rough tongue trailed over his barbs as I bobbed my muzzle up and down his virgin shaft. I didn't try to prolong his pleasure. He was young with a hair trigger and I wanted to taste his sweet first offering so I bobbed even faster. I caressed his tight young sack as it drew up getting ready to surrender his first seed.
And I wasn't disappointed as my son's first emission coated my tonsils with his sweet essence. There wasn't a lot of it but that didn't matter. He gasped with each spurt of seed that shot into my eager muzzle. My son was officially an adult now. Gods did I wish I could acknowledge him. But now more than ever his safety depended on that remaining a secret. There would be no end to the intrigue if that was ever discovered. I would never be able to treat him like a son as much as I would like to.
But letting him suck my cock would not be anything that would give our relationship away. And it was something he'd been begging for since he'd come to be my body servant four years ago. When he finally came down I asked him, "Well Lyco how'd you like that?"
"It was amazing Sire! Now I understand why you like it so much when your guards suck your cock." He replied still slightly out of breath.
"I think it's time that you learn how to suck my cock. Unless you find it too deformed for your liking." I asked.
"Sire I could never think of you as deformed. I've wanted to pleasure you since I've been here." He replied. I lay on my back, my paws behind my head. I rarely lay on my back since my thick black mane always kept my head elevated. But this time it served my purpose. I didn't need to strain my neck muscles to watch my son explore my body.
"Lyco when we are alone together and sharing each others bodies use my name not Sire." I said to him.
"It would make me uncomfortable Sire. Besides your guards call you Sire when they are servicing you." He said in confusion.
"But none of them risked their lives taking care of me when I was near death. Don't think I don't appreciate that. It's the least that I could do to honor your love and loyalty."
"But I did it because I couldn't think of doing otherwise Sire. It was no great sacrifice..." He said dropping his eyes in shyness.
I reached down with my paw and put a finger under his chin, lifting it so he was looking directly into my eyes. "One of the things you learn by being King is to be a great judge of a cat's character. You have earned my love by your actions. When we are in public you MUST always refer to me with an honorific, but when we are sharing each others bodies in private I want you to be less formal. It's a gift I want you to have."
"It would just feel too strange to call you Demophon Sire." He protested.
A thought came into my head and I suggested, "Well how about if you use a pet name when we are together. Another meaning for the term Sire is father. And a less formal term for father is Daddy. You could call me Daddy when we're in bed."
Even though he didn't voice it I could tell how he really wished I was his father. And I wished just as strongly that I could acknowledge him. But it was more dangerous than ever for anyone to find out he was my son. The only one that knew that secret was King Pittheus my grandfather. Everyone else thought that grandfather was his real father. Which made me chuckle since that would have made him my uncle. I'd never thought of that since I always thought of him as my son. And I don't think the incorrect thought of being my uncle ever crossed his mind.
"I wish you were my father. Even if I was still a slave. Knowing that it was your noble blood running through my veins would be enough."
"I wish you were my son too Lyco." Was what I said. What I meant was I wished he was my legitimate son. We were both caught in the trap of convention. Even the King is a slave to convention, sometimes even more of a slave to it than the common cat. He would never be able to be acknowledged, no matter how much I wished to be able to acknowledge him.
He looked at me with a sly grin and said, "Can I suck Daddy's big cock?"
"You can do whatever you want Son..." I said with a much bigger grin.
He gazed down at me in adoration. I was his King and Master but I knew I was also his Hero. Usually slaves didn't idolize their Masters, but in reality he was a slave in name only. His "job" was to follow me around and do all of the little things to make my day go smoothly. Keeping things organized for me, getting me food and water when I desired it and running errands. They were not demanding tasks, and he performed them with an eagerness, not like they were a drudgery. He loved being with me, and he spent more time with me than any other cat. Much more time actually than my legitimate sons when done when they were still alive.
For my part I couldn't help but love him. How could you not love a son that looked up to you and considered you godlike? But in addition to that he was a true son of my body from the only Lioness that had truly captured my heart. I loved her deeply. But due to circumstances beyond my control she could never have been my Queen. She was a slave. A captive of the spear that belonged to my Grandfather, but even to this day her heart belonged to me. And Lyco was the living proof of our love.
Because of all of this I loved my bastard son much more than most cats would love a bastard son. And it was why he wasn't treated exactly like a slave/body servant. Which goes a long way in explaining why he loved me like more than a mere Master.
But it was now obvious that he also lusted after me. He gazed down hungrily at my body as I lay back for his inspection. The plague hadn't compromised my body other than destroying three quarters of my barbs. I was definitely still an Alpha Lion and an extremely handsome well built one at that. That wasn't bragging or self conceit. It was just a statement of fact. All of my guards lusted after me and it wasn't just because I was King. If we'd been of equal rank they would have also bent over for me. Why would Lyco be different?
He ran his claws through my thick luxurious mane and then ran his paws down to my massive pectorals. They were hard and well defined unlike the flabby ones of many cats my age. I had hoped he would have played with my nipples a bit, but that might have been a bit too bold for him to try on his first experience with me. Later I'd have to teach him how pleasurable it can be to have that part of your body stimulated. His paws explored every nook and cranny on my abdominals. They were defined even through my sleek coat.
There was no putting it off now. He was to the place he'd been dreaming of for years. My eight inches was rock hard and dripping, about an inch of my cock peeking out of the tip of my sheath. Gazing at it made me a little melancholy. It still had it's length and girth, of which I'd always been so proud, but no longer did it bristle with long stiff barbs. It was the only thing that made me look less than an Alpha Male. But as I watched Lyco gazed down at it with love and LUST. The desire he had for me was palpable and it was a salve to my damaged ego.
Then he reached his paw over to it and peeled my sheath the rest of the way back. Finally his tongue darted out and licked at the precum that was burbling out of the tip. By this time it was heavily laced with erastes pheromones. He closed his eyes and savored the pheromones. They were a sign that your partner wanted you and I could often make a young cat swoon with their power. Lyco was no different. Even though I had just sucked his cock to completion, he busted a nut without even stroking himself.
"That's Daddy's Boy!" I said and encouraged him to continue with his ministrations. He took me into his muzzle. As he ran his rough tongue across my glans it felt different. Most of our nerve endings are in our barbs, so I wasn't getting as much stimulation as I had when they were all intact. But I also realized that there was enough to get me off.
With all of his pent up desire finally being fulfilled he was now reeking with eromenos pheromones, and of course I responded to them just like any dominant cat would. Despite the lessened sensitivity of my barbs it was more than enough to put my libido on high alert.
He slowly bobbed up and down on my shaft. It was the first time since the plague that I'd been sexually active. It would be a test to see if the equipment still worked. Until a few days ago my balls had been too swollen and sensitive to even attempt sex. As he bobbed he would pause every now and then to swallow the large amount of pre that I was pumping out. My arousal was heightening and being an Alpha Male that meant my dominance was coming to the fore. Soon I was matching my erastes pheromones with Lyco's eromenos pheromones, just the way the gods had designed us. When the two were complementing each other was when they were most effective at giving you a release that exceeded anything one could imagine.
I could no longer just remain passive. I reached down and gripped Lyco's scruffy adolescent mane in my massive paw and started to guide him up and down. He immediately surrendered the initiative and let me take control of him. He turned his eyes up so he could look into mine as he eagerly suckled the cock that had made him. His worship of me was the only thing I could read in his eyes. Watching someone that looks up to you sucking your cock is such a mental high. Combined with the reek of pheromones flooding the room and his enthusiastic massaging of my cock with his tongue it was enough to make me empty my load in his eager maw. He swallowed every drop until I was completely drained.
I pulled him up my body until we were face to face. And then I gave him his first real kiss. I pulled his muzzle toward mine and brushed my tongue across his lips. Like all of the young cats I've ever broken in he quickly picked up what I was doing and opened his lips, surrendering his mouth to me. My tongue attacked his and he sucked it into his muzzle. Our tongues wrestled for a while then I finally broke it off leaving him breathless.
"Did Daddy's cub like that?" I asked and winked at him.
To my surprise he didn't answer. He just pushed his muzzle back up against mine and parted his lips, begging me without words to tongue wrestle again. Of course I complied and laid siege to his muzzle a second time. I could feel his hard young cock leaking as it throbbed against my abs as he lay atop me. And mine was already starting to get hard again. It wouldn't be long before I'd be ready for round two myself.
It only took about five minutes of passionate kissing before I was ready to go again. More than anything I wanted to throw him on his back and deflower him. And I would have been just fine with that if he was just a slave. Or if he was just my son. But the fact that he was both a slave and my son had me terribly conflicted. If he was a willing slave (I would never force even a slave to have sex with me, I only enjoyed it when their body was given to me willingly.) I would have no problem fucking him without letting him fuck me back. It was inappropriate for even the house nobles to fuck the King, so a slave was out of the question.
And if he had been my legitimate son I wouldn't have thought twice about fucking him and letting him fuck me back. In fact I hadn't had a nice cock up my ass since my last trip to visit my Grandfather. I would love to feel Lyco doing the bone dance with my sphincter, but it would raise too many questions since he was a slave. Only a Son or a Grandson could fuck the King.
Which is why I would have felt guilty about taking him and not letting him reciprocate. He was my son but because he was also a slave he would probably never get to top anyone. As my son if we had intercourse it should be mutual. That has been the custom here time out of mind for the ruling families of Greece.
But there was still plenty we could do outside of actual anal penetration. After we rested long enough to recuperate I decided on the next best thing. I grabbed a flask of olive oil that I kept beside my bed as lube. I applied some to the inside of his thighs and over his balls and shaft. He looked at me quizzically. I just smiled down on him. He spread his legs and I positioned myself between them. He pulled his knees up to present himself to me, his cute little virgin pucker exposed and offered freely to me.
I was sorely tempted to take what he offered. Between the heavy eromenos pheromones and the visual of his innocent young body in front of me I almost succumbed to the temptation. But at the last moment I was able to regain my will and his anal virginity remained intact.
I gripped his ankles in one paw and pulled them all the way up, straightening his legs at the same time. Which brought them together until his thighs were touching. Then I reached down with my other paw and guided my cock into the tight triangle where his thighs joined his groin. The underside of my cock was ran up his balls and along his bristling young cock. The top and sides were rubbing against the oil slickened inner thighs as I started to thrust in and out of his opening. He got the idea quickly and squeezed his thighs together tightly which really enhanced my pleasure.
He grinned up at me, the look of adoration on his face was beatific. I'm sure the look on my face was just as happy. I picked up the pace, the pleasurable feeling of our maleness rubbing against one another was escalating as I picked up the pace. My balls drew up against my body as the got ready to discharge their cargo onto my son's belly fur.
But he beat me to the punch and his cock started jerking as it sprayed his spooge all over his belly. But he only beat me by a second or two. My cum jetted out on his belly. Just before I closed my eyes to enjoy my orgasm I saw something that just wasn't right. It didn't quite register at first, just a vague uneasy feeling that something was amiss.
When I finally recovered from cumming I opened my eyes and the unease turned to shock. There were two separate puddles of cum on Lyco's belly fur. One was thick and milky and one was clear and runny. And to my horror it was my seed that was clear and runny. It was obvious that I wasn't producing seed right now.
I was on the verge of panic when I caught myself. I didn't want to freak out in front of Lyco on our first tryst. Besides just because I wasn't making seed right now didn't mean it was permanent. I was just getting back to normal. This was the first time I'd cum since the sickness. Maybe it would just take a while to start producing seed again.
I quickly licked up both of our seed with my broad rough tongue, swallowing the evidence. Not that he'd be savvy enough to notice it if he saw it. But the last thing I wanted anybody to know was that I was sterile. If it was ever discovered my cousins would be able to make a compelling argument that I needed to be deposed for a King that could leave an heir. I would be lucky to just be banished instead of killed if it was discovered.
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