Darkness

Darkness Chapter 27



A little Chicken and Humiliation



When the boy and the demon descended the stairs, to the castle kitchen, they found both the cooks and Cabot waiting for them. They were greeted pleasantly by smiles and mouth-watering smells then were told that dinner would be served in the dining room, that they would be serving chicken. The busy cooks were in the process of steadily turning and basting a dozen roasting chickens, speared on a long iron spit over the fire in the huge kitchen hearth while several, full iron-pots hung at either end of the hearth, simmering slowly, giving off even more fragrant, appetizing smells.



Keylyn felt a hand touch his shoulder gently. When he turned and saw Cabot looking at him with embarrassment in his eyes. “Please, Keylyn, might I have a few words with you?”

The boy’s first impulse was to say “not now”, but he changed his mind. He might as well get the unpleasantness out of the way as soon as possible. And then he could enjoy his dinner in peace. Before he allowed Cabot to lead him away from the others into another room, the huge demon warrior managed to flash the boy a quick encouraging smile and a wink.



The steward led Keylyn into what he soon discovered was a large library full of books  then he quickly shut the door behind them. The boy’s curiosity towards the books got the better of him, for he never saw so many books before in one place, so he peered, curiously, at the titles, almost as if he were trying to ignore Cabot. Then, impatiently, a hand tightly grabbed the boy’s upper arm and turned him so that he was facing the steward, and then the older man’s hand quickly released him when he realized what he was doing.



“Please, young Keylyn, forgive me for what I did to you earlier today. I had no right to take advantage of you like that. You are the master's companion and I acted foolishly above my station. Please, your beauty overwhelmed me, boy, and I was weak. I promise never to touch you like that again. Can you pardon me just this once, boy?”



“Steward Cabot, I will forgive and forget this ONCE, since you promise you wont touch me ever again like that. And, after all, your cruel bastard of a master flaunted me in front of you like I was the lowest slut. Yet you so nicely refer to me as the master's companion though you know full well that he keeps me as his little pet whore to satisfy his every perverse whim. So, for now, let's just forget it, perhaps in the future you will owe me a little favor. ”



“Thank you, Keylyn, I will do anything I can to help you, just say the word, boy. But, unfortunately, I must be wary of the master’s magic and his fury. ”



“Let us just forget it ever happened, Cabot. Can you go on back to the dining room? I will join you and the demon very shortly, I need to get my head on straight and I am curious about the books Darkness likes to read. ”



“As you wish, young sir,” said the Steward politely.



“Please, Cabot, just call me Keylyn!”



Cabot turned with a nod, then left the boy to explore the library. The boy smiled as he checked through the numerous books, discovering that, for the most part, the books in the Library were magical tomes on various styles and schools of magick. However, a couple were about the magic and history of the elves. How fortunate Keylyn's elf mother had taught him to read both the elf and human language. Suddenly, the boy's smile grew larger and his violet eyes grew brighter, for finally he had a plan to be free of his captor and maybe even have his revenge too. It would take some time, but he was a full elf according to what he had been told, so that meant he had all the time in the world to learn what he needed to know. What was that ancient saying, 'If you can’t beat them as you are, become like them and use their own knowledge against them'?  As the boy returned to the dining room, he laughed even harder for he realized he need only hide his intentions behind a cloak of ignorance and innocence. If Darkness could play a part to amuse himself, so could Keylyn to get his freedom back.





Keylyn made it back to the dining room before the first course was served. Only one end of the long dining room table was set for dinner, the end closest to the kitchen. Not really thinking about it, the boy took the end chair with the armrests at the head of the table next to the redheaded demon, that sat on the side of the table closest to the burning fireplace, while the steward sat across from the demon. Keylyn caught a faint look of disapproval from Cabot, the steward, possibly because he had dared take the master’s seat at the head of the table, but the boy smiled and decided to ignore him, after all, the master was suppose to be gone for a couple of days so what was the damn problem?



To hold them until the food was served, they were brought hot mugs of hard spiced cider. The steward, the demon, and Keylyn sat quietly drinking the spicy, rich cider. They relaxed comfortably in silence, silence that was ruined all too soon when all at once, a number of loud voices and some rowdy laughter came from the hallway outside the dining room. Then Keylyn heard the clatter of armor and iron weapon as the multiple voices approached closer and closer. Suddenly six armored, laughing warriors with swords hanging on their hips, entered the dining hall, with large mugs clutched tightly in each of their fists. “Good mead is it not, lads? I was so very thirsty. ” Called a rough deep voice. The boy decided, as the fierce rambunctious group filed slowly into the dining room, that their possessions of large mugs of mead, rather than bared weapons, was definitely a much less alarming choice.



Keylyn guessed the men were some of the wizard’s hired mercenaries. Why the wizard needed hired mercenaries in the first place was a mystery to Keylyn. If his armed men were here where was Darkness? The boy looked over at the red-headed demon, who was smiling and nodding in greeting at the approaching men, obviously they were familiar and well-known to him, and then called out, “Come, sit down and join us for dinner, good warriors. The meal has yet to be served. ” Keylyn watched as five of the six men sat down at the table still drinking their mead and laughing hilariously. But what happened to the sixth warrior?



Suddenly, Keylyn knew the answer to his question, for he felt hot breath, smelling of mead, brush against the back of his neck, as a large hand gathered a lock of his pale hair between toying fingers. The fingers began to play with it possessively until accidently they exposed   one of his pointed ears entirely and then the harsh loud rough laughing mercenary called out loudly, “Well, beautiful little Elf, who do you belong to? Why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap. I have something quite large and hard to show you. Here, my sweet little thing, have a drink of my mead!” Abruptly a metal mug was forced against the boy’s lips, as strong arms embraced his shoulders while pulling his head back and forced him to messily gulp, nearly choking as the mead flowed between his lips, then down the corners of his mouth. Then, angrily, the boy tried to push the man away from him and get up from the chair.



“Be careful, Roland, you don’t want to drown the little bugger, he is much too pretty and fine to waste. ” Said one of the men loudly, but Keylyn couldn’t tell which one, because of the position his head was held in.



“Roland, release the little elf NOW! He belongs to me! And you know how angry I get when someone else dares to touch my possessions without my permission. ” Came a familiar voice, its tone frigid and furious. The cold voice didn’t seem at all amused by the mercenary’s playful liberties.



The man holding Keylyn smiled, but didn't seem to be in any hurry to release him. In fact, he held the squirming boy even tighter.



Then, the tip of the long, sharp sword swept brutally close to Keylyn’s face, and pressed insistently against Roland’s throat until a bead of red blood dripped down his neck. Instantly, the warrior, Roland, freed the boy and stepped back away from him, wiping the blood from his throat, breathing heavily, his alarm obvious even to the boy. Darkness suddenly gave off an intense ruthless aura of barely contained violence, as if any second he might erupt and spill even more blood. Even the mood of the others at the table, abruptly, became more nervous and tense.



“Sorry, My Lord. Please forgive me! I didn’t know the exquisite little creature was your very special property or I would never have touched him. I promise!” Said the man, Roland, fearfully, his body tense with alarm, as he carefully stepped further back from the boy.



“You should know by now that everything in my castle belongs to me. Good thing for you, my dear Roland, that we had a brief and most successful campaign because, right now, I am in a calm and magnanimous mood. So, this once, I will forgive your lack of respect, warrior. But if you dare defy me and touch what is mine again, you’ll be dead by my very own hand. Now, go sit down at the tables with the others, for I am sure the ladies will be feeding us very shortly." Thoroughly admonished, Roland immediately obeyed the wizard’s orders without looking back.



Abruptly, a very distressed Cabot the steward, nervously stood up from the table, bowing respectfully to his Master and said, “Excuse me, my lord, I will go help the ladies serve the food, for I am sure you and the other warriors are very hungry and thirsty after your skirmish. ”



“Thank you, Cabot. That would be most helpful. See to it that my mercenary officers receive all the mead they want or whatever else they desire then bring me a good vintage red wine. For I am very thirsty and that nasty mead just doesn’t do it for me. ”



Then Keylyn was aware of Darkness’ hovering body and his cold intimidating eyes peering down at him as he stood beside the boy’s chair at the head of the table. It made the boy nervous, uncomfortable, and very angry that he was made to feel that way. Why didn’t Lord Darkness just ask for his chair and he would move? Finally, Keylyn forced himself to look up to meet Seer’ Reign's stare. He even made a point to slowly study and examine the man’s armored attire. The boy saw Darkness was dressed just like the other mercenaries in heavy black leather armor over a fine black chain mail, perhaps the wizard's was slightly more ornate that the others. It made the tall, handsome, sneering wizard look even more like evil incarnate with his long black hair bound in a severe warrior’s knot at the back of his neck. And, if it were possible, he looked even more dangerous than usual. The boy could see what he thought were faint traces of red blood splattered over his lower legs and boots.



Keylyn was brought out of his reverie, when he felt leather-gloved fingers grasp his chin and force his head up to meet the wizard's cold, dark eyes, “Well, my little treasure, what have you been up to while I was away? Besides stealing my chair at the head of the table?”



“My Lord of Darkness, I took your chair because you were supposed to be away for at least several days. Yet you have returned sooner. You need only ask for your chair back, My Lord, and I will be happy to move. Other than that, the only thing I have done this day is eat and sleep. ” And Keylyn thought spitefully, 'too bad something terrible didn’t happen to you Darkness, so I might have both my freedom and life back '.



“Little Key, my pet, have you recovered from your ritual ordeal, are you still in pain?” Whispered Darkness quietly as he nuzzled the boy’s cheek.



“Recovered from what you did to me? Hardly, my lord. I may never. I am not in pain now, if that is what you are asking me. Here, my lord, take you chair, I’ll finish my meal in the kitchen with the ladies!" Keylyn replied just as quietly, so only Darkness could hear him.



The boy got up slowly and started to move away from the table, when he heard Darkness call out to him as he sat down in the chair that the boy just left. "Come here, Key, I am not done talking to you, just yet. ”



The little elf rebelliously continued to walk on as if he didn’t hear the wizard. Then, abruptly, the wizard raised his voice in a fierce, harsh, commanding tone, and ordered coldly, “Stop, my little Brat! Come back here, and obey me now!” As if the binding spell suddenly clicked on, the boy was forced to walk back to the chair that Darkness now occupied, he stood quietly and obediently waiting for further orders. A part of him wanted to flee, but his trembling body wouldn’t or couldn’t obey him. It appeared it was true that the wizard now owned him body and soul. For next the black armored, leather-clad body gathered the small, slender, unresisting boy up roughly into his arms and pulled him into his lap until he sat across muscular, leather-clad thighs.



Seer’ Reign growled openly in lust then ruthlessly forced his mouth to the boy’s perfect small pink one until the little elf was left panting and whimpering for air. Next, Darkness’ merciless, ravishing mouth slid from the boy’s to the pale column of his slender throat, where it proceeded to lustfully and cruelly mark the soft, white flesh. Meanwhile, the wizard’s eager leather-clad hands violently tore open the boy's suede tunic to reach in and touch the soft porcelain skin of his chest exposing one dark nipple to the light. Possessively, the wizard teasingly trailed several gloved fingers over the boy’s tender, exposed chest. The wizard's insistent, evil hands unconsciously started to seek out lower areas of the boy’s lovely, withering body to torment. But suddenly he realized that everything he did to the boy was being intently watched by every pair of eyes at the table, so his gloved hand abruptly ceased their descent over soft pale flesh.



“Sorry, gentlemen, but our victorious spilling of blood stirs my appetite for other sweet little things, like my little pet here. Hopefully they will bring us some food soon, just simply for the sake of the distraction. Otherwise I might have dessert before dinner. ” Laughed Darkness as he playfully stroked Keylyn’s cheek with his gloved hand. His laughter was echoed by the other mercenaries, all except the red-headed demon. He didn’t seem amused at all by his master’s most inappropriate behavior.



“Just for a minute, My Lord, as I watched you with your lovely little pet, I feared that I might have to excuse myself from the table to relieve the pressure. How did you come across such a beautiful little creature?” Asked the highest-ranking mercenary, a Captain, by the name of Arthur.



“Well, Arthur, my pet was a homeless runaway and starving on the street. I suppose you could say I rescued him. ” Grinned Darkness evilly as he, slowly, used his gloved fingers to absent-mindedly tease the tender flesh of the boy’s chest, circling one nipple, but not touching it, until the boy shivered and groaned in protest at being so openly and obscenely handled as all eyes watched what Darkness was doing to him.



“A high-elf homeless… how odd,” replied Arthur in amazement.



“And, even more amazing, the homeless, pretty little brat thought he was half-human, for he lived in a human town, with only filthy peasants for company. ”



“My Lord, I am surprised he is not dangerous. High elves of his coloring are reputed to have a great many magical powers. ”



“There are many myths and legends about elves, Captain, but truth be told, very few elves have the occult skills that I do. My treasure is completely ignorant of such occult knowledge, and as my bound minion, he now obeys my will in all things. Don’t you, my darling?” Cooed the wizard as he started to repeatedly use his fingers to caress the point of one of the boy’s ears until a mewing/purring sound escaped from Keylyn’s breathless mouth, as the boy’s hands were in his lap, endeavoring to cover-up what was happening between his legs because the wizard dared to touch one of his very sexually-sensitive ears.

 Keylyn thought to himself, 'I may be ignorant now, you evil filthy bastard, but not for long. '



The boy gave a sob of relief and buried his embarrassed face against his hated master’s chest, when the kitchen ladies suddenly appeared then went about serving platters of chicken and vegetables around the table. Then the Steward Cabot returned with a dark bottle of red wine and a goblet in one hand with a huge pitcher of mead in the other, which he placed in the center of the table so the mercenaries could serve themselves. Next, Cabot served the master his wine, pouring some of it into the goblet, carefully handing it to him.

The master took his gloved hand from the boy to take the crystal goblet from the Steward and breathed in the rich scent of it before he actually tasted it. “Perfect choice, Cabot, now fill the glass. ” The wizard then carefully removed his gloves as Cabot filled his glass.



Since the master was occupied, diverted and not paying attention to him the terrible binding relaxed, Keylyn tried to slip quietly off his lap so he could disappear. But, instantly, his escape was halted when a hand seized his shoulders and held him fast.



“Keylyn, did I give you permission to leave the table?”



“No, my lord, but I thought I might be in your way while you ate. ”



“Little minion, you’ll obey me, and not think unless I tell you to!” Said the wizard, taking several good swallows of his wine before setting the goblet back on the table. Then he possessively pulled the elf back into his lap. Almost as an after-thought, he stuck his index finger deep into the glass of red wine until it was covered, then, sensually, traced his wine-covered finger over the boy’s flushed, full lips. Then, once again, back into the wine goblet before he playfully thrust his wine-coated index finger deep inside the little elf’s mouth, until more of the rich red-wine was transferred to the boy’s small pink tongue. Darkness finally removed his finger and eagerly pressed his own mouth to the boy's, where he proceeded to hungrily lick the wine from the boy’s tender, trembling, parted lips.



Keylyn tore his mouth away from Darkness and pleaded, “My lord, please let me go!”



“No, my treasure, I will not let you go. Obey me and be still. You will let me feed you as I desire, for, my darling, you eat like a little mouse and I need to fatten you up just a little, my treasure. Now eat this." Said Seer’ Reign delicately tearing off a piece of chicken  with his fingers and carefully placing it up to the boy’s mouth, “Take it and chew, damn you, boy, or will you force me to discipline you before an audience this time?”



“No, master, I will obey and eat. ” Whispered the boy as he slowly chewed the food.



Keylyn had no more than swallowed one piece of chicken before another quickly took its place. Inter-spaced between various bites of chicken, he was given pieces of stewed potatoes and cabbage. The master was more interested in constantly feeding him, than feeding himself. Though, the wizard did stop, occasionally, to take elegant sips of his dark red wine. Soon, the boy found himself very full  then, stubbornly, closed his mouth and refused the last large hunk of soft cheese the wizard held out to him.



“Please, Master, I am quite full. I can eat no more or I shall be ill. ”



“Okay, Key, my pretty little mouse, just obey me and sit quietly in my lap 'til I am finished eating. ”



“Yes, my lord,” Said the compelled and magically bound boy. Now completely compliant and silent, he hid his face and embarrassment in his hands, for he knew the others watched what the master did to him, intently.



The oddly distracted wizard seemed to have very little interest in food, for he ate sparingly, taking only a few bites of chicken and several mouthfuls of vegetables. That seemed to satisfy him. Only the blood red wine held Seer’ Reign’s interest, for he drank two full goblets of it before he rose from the table, dragging little Keylyn with him.



“Again, gentlemen, you must excuse me for tonight. The day has exhausted me and I have a compelling need for something very sweet a perfect dessert that I can only enjoy in my own bed. ” Said the smirking wizard placing his hand on Keylyn's shoulder. “Come, My little treasure, we will enjoy this sweet confection together. ”



“No… no please, my lord! I told you I am not hungry, nor do I want dessert now or ever,” cried the boy desperately backing away from Darkness only to find himself trapped and backed up against a wall. Seer’ Reign quickly took advantage of the situation, and grabbing hold of the little prince, lifting him up and tossing him over his shoulder like he was completely weightless.  He then ordered the violently, frantic twisting boy, “Stop resisting me, Key, and obey. Or would you like me to bare your lovely round bottom and spank you into submission right here, since you enjoy the pain so much? I am quite sure my mercenaries would enjoy watching such an entertaining spectacle. ”



“No please, master, no!" Sobbed Keylyn, for he knew he had no choice. He then lay limp and silent over the master’s shoulder.



Before leaving the dining room with the boy, the wizard approached the table once more, “Again, good night all, and sleep well. Oops! I must not forget the most important item, for it goes so well with certain desserts!” With that Darkness reached out and took the closed crock of honey from the table. Immediately, the mercenaries responded to his actions with a wave of vulgar, loud, crude laughter, followed by a myriad of horribly obscene suggestions of what the wizard could do to his little prince with the honey. As the mocking humiliation continued, a disgusted Keylyn was carried from the dining room like a mindless object, while angry, furious tears of shame ran down his flushed pink cheeks.



Keylyn vowed, silently in his mind that somehow, some day, he’d break the spell and would have revenge for this humiliation! The Master may have bound his body to obey him, but not his heart or mind.  



Author note: Thank you for reading my story, but... I sure would appreciate some reviews guys now and then, to let knew me know if I am on the right track in 2008. Luv G