Pirate's Price by Aubrey Ross

hated being summoned
like a common servant. His faithful service to Vega should have
ensured him better treatment. The other servants feared him, which
was as he preferred. But far too often the king seemed indifferent
to Umar’s happiness.
    A muffled call signaled the guards to open
the door. Umar straightened his tunic and squared his shoulders.
Vega sat on his throne, his wedding robes open down the front,
displaying his pale body. A slender, dark-haired man knelt between
the king’s thighs.
    Tarun again! Umar balled his hands into
fists, stubbornly suppressing his displeasure. Jealousy would
reveal a level of interest Umar wasn’t willing to admit. Vega might
summon others, but he always came back to Umar.
    Vega stroked the younger man’s curly hair as
Tarun eagerly sucked his cock.
    “Shall I return, sire? You are obviously
busy.” It broke Peronite protocol for him to speak before the king
invited his opinion. He didn’t care. This was the third time Vega
had summoned him while he was fucking this skinny, sloe-eyed
creature.
    “No.” He pulled out of Tarun’s mouth and
turned him toward Umar. “Let him pleasure you. His mouth is
incredibly hot.”
    Umar glared at his rival. He was young and
lean, his features almost delicate. “I’m humbled by your
generosity, but I’d rather wait.” Tarun’s lips parted in a smug
smile and Umar clenched his fists so tightly his fingers ached.
    “It wasn’t a suggestion.” Vega sneered. “I
want to watch him suck you while I fuck him. No more arguments.
I’ve had all the disobedience I can take for one night.”
    Tarun knelt before Umar, his posture
anything but subservient. Umar freed his cock and presented it to
his rival. “I’m used to highly trained mouths. I better not feel a
hint of teeth.”
    “You might enjoy a hint of teeth,” the
little bastard dared to say.
    Umar grabbed the back of Tarun’s hair and
shoved his full length into the younger man’s mouth. “Suck hard and
use a gentle touch on my balls. His highness isn’t the only one who
is frustrated tonight.”
    Vega smiled, obviously overhearing the
exchange. “We should be breaking in my new queen right now. Tarun
will have to do.” He spread Tarun’s ass cheeks and inserted a
lubricant pellet. Vega stood back and stroked himself as Tarun’s
body heat melted the outer shell, releasing the gel.
    Staring into Tarun’s dark eyes, Umar rocked
in and out of his mouth. Tarun kept his lips snug and expertly
rolled Umar’s balls. Umar accepted the stimulation, while keeping
his emotions carefully distanced. He would not be jealous of this
skinny slut. Tarun was a receptacle, nothing more.
    Vega loved to take his time. The pressure of
entry was often enough to trigger the king’s orgasm, so he made a
great show of penetration.
    “Hold still,” Vega ordered. “Watch me honor
Tarun with my thickness.”
    Umar came to rest at the back of Tarun’s
throat and tightened his fingers in the younger man’s hair. Vega
used the tip of his cock to stimulate Tarun’s anus. It was a
predictable move, one the king had used on him countless times.
Tarun moaned and arched his back, pushing up as if he was desperate
for Vega’s cock. Umar gritted his teeth. It was the same response
he generally offered.
    “Oh yes.” Vega pushed, his eyes squeezed
shut. His cockhead breached Tarun’s body and Vega shivered. “So
tight.” He drove deeper. Tarun wiggled and made mewling sounds in
the back of his throat. “I remember when you were this tight.”
    The muttered comment slapped Umar in the
face. He pulled back and stabbed into Tarun. So, his ass was
tighter, was it? Not for long. He’d find guards with massive pricks
and command them to ride Tarun until Vega could hardly feel him
around that scrawny shaft.
    “Oh, darling boy,” the king simpered as he
finally started moving.
    Umar thrust fast and deep, tilting Tarun’s
head back as Vega moaned. The king never lasted long and anyone who
couldn’t come