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Adult ++
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The Golden Ring
Elysium Chapter 8: The Golden Ring Roleplay by onichan01 and Otaku1811
Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 2, 2012, 7:03pm
The day was warm and pleasant as a gentle wind blew across the wildflowers and tall grasses surrounding Loriel's estate. The sounds of laughter could be heard as several children chased each other through the gardens and all around the tall wooden cottage. It was a sturdy looking house that stood two stories high with a sharply sloped roof, painted white with large windows and plenty of open land all around it. A little boy with short, wavy lavender hair giggled as he peeked around the corner of his house to see where his friends went as they scattered and hid from him. When he spotted a feather poking out from behind one of the trees beside the house he quickly sprung out, letting out a victorious yell to let the other boy knew he had been spotted. "You can't get away from me!" He laughed, tagging the other boy on the arm once he caught up to him. "Now we have to find Niniel and Sochiel. I think Nini is hiding by the bridge." He whispered in the other boy's ear. "C'mon Jonah!"
"Temriel!" A gentle, yet assertive voice called out as a teal-haired breeder waved to the little boy from a cozy wooden bench beside a small koi pond. "Father said he wants you to get cleaned up. Dinner is going to be ready soon, so your friends will have to go home now. It's getting late and we have a big day tomorrow." The slender breeder sat with his legs crossed, sipping a sweet iced juice and basking in the warm sun. His eyes were a copper brown but looked more golden in the sunlight as he reached up to whisk some his long bangs away from the side of his face.
Temriel gave a little pout as he and his best friend Jonah were about to pounce on a shrieking Niniel. They had finally found her hiding behind one of the large stones flanking the little creek that flowed through the yard. When Zara had called to them, the little girl came out looking sad that the game was over, eying her little brother Jonah and Temriel. "Aww c'mon Zara! I just have to catch Sochi. We're having so much fun!" He whined, not wanting to go inside and bathe when he could be outside playing. His older brother Zara was watching him as their father cooked their dinner and also worked hard on making their brother Zachiel's silks for tomorrow's initiation ceremony. If it wasn't for the fact they would have to be up early the next day to go to the Stonemason Academy where Zachiel studied to be a builder like his Sire was, Temriel would be free to play until the sun set. His father was always good to him and let him do what he wanted most of the time, within reason.
"It's already going on six." Zara smiled, getting up and flying over to her little brother and the other two children. His wings were a deep green like the foliage around him, the same as his twin's. He and Zachiel had hatched from the same egg, and the two of them were nearly identical aside from Zara being a breeder.
Sochiel then came crawling out of his hiding spot in the tunnel that was further up the hill, running down towards his younger brother and sister. "We have to go home?" He asked as he stopped by his siblings. He was the oldest boy in the group. His little sister hugged his side, sucking her thumb and looking a bit tired as he pet her hair. Soon their mother came out of the house, carrying a basket of little cakes and cookies that Loriel had shared with her.
"Come darlings, say goodbye to Temriel and Zara and let's head home, they have things to do." The woman spoke as she handed the basket over to Sochiel. She then picked up Niniel in her arms and held Jonah's hand. "Thank you so much for watching the kids for me while I was in the house with your father. I hope they didn't get into any trouble." She said to Zara as Jonah snuck a cookie out from the basket his brother held, stuffing it into his mouth quickly.
"Can we come over again tomorrow?" Niniel asked in a tiny little voice, looking hopeful.
"I'm afraid we'll be out. Zachiel has a very important ceremony to attend and we all have to be there too. You'll uh... understand when you're brothers are a little older." Zara blushed a little, not wanting to explain the ceremony in depth to the children, especially not Niniel.
"His teacher is going to put a ring on his wanky." Temriel announced with a little snort, then he started to giggle.
"Temriel! That's enough, and don't say that in front of Niniel, that's inappropriate. Now come on, you're going inside." Zara said with exasperation as he grabbed his brother's shoulders and gently pushed him along. "I am so sorry for that, my brother doesn't know what being tactful means yet."
The woman laughed and shook her head. "Oh I know, children say the darnedest things at that age. It's quite comical, really. Anyway I wish your brother luck, and you and your father too. I know it's a bit of a difficult thing to watch and it's going to be a little awkward. Just know that Zachiel is always going to be your brother, no matter what. He was lucky to be born into such a wonderful family, so I have no doubt you'll protect him even after he becomes the Queen's property. Do your best Zara."
The breeder nodded, pausing a moment with Temriel as he took in Emiliel's words. "I will always protect my brother, no matter what. I won't let anyone harm him. Thank you for the advice." With that the two groups parted and Zara and her brother disappeared inside the house.
"Hmmm..." Loriel rubbed his chin as he inspected his hand-sewn teal silks that his son would wear at the initiation ceremony the next day. The angel had just reached the age of maturity and the time was drawing near where he would have a ring placed around his cock and be become a slave of the Queen. That also meant he'd be up for grabs to any woman or breeder who wanted him if he was alone after school or work... Loriel had dreaded the day when his children grew up, especially his boys. Temriel was still only a fledgeling and the child had a long while to go before he would have his turn. The breeder gnawed his bottom lip as he added a few more stitches to the waist wrap part of the outfit, trying hard not to think about his son being molested or raped.
Zara gave Temriel a quick pat on the behind and motioned for the boy to go wash up, sending him scurrying up the stairs. The breeder then spotted his father in the living room fussing with Zachiel's outfit. He felt an anxious knot in his stomach at what he'd have to see tomorrow, and as much as he didn't want to go he had no choice. "It looks good." He said softly as he finally entered the room and plopped down on the long white couch. "I can't believe the ceremony is tomorrow already..."
Loriel sighed, feeling depressed about it more than he imagined he'd be. There was just no way to ever truly prepare for it. He swept his long lavender hair over his shoulder and gave a little nod. "I think it's perfect. I spent all week making it, so it better be..." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 2, 2012, 11:47pm
Zachiel paused at the gate to the woodworker's shop he worked at, trepidation building in his chest as he prepared to head home. This time of day was dangerous for a young male, especially one considered attractive by the female and breeding populous. This was the time of day when everyone was leaving work and heading out for home or for some fun. Although he had never considered himself anything special, he often found himself a target of many unwanted advances. Despite his size, or perhaps because of it, his sweet and rather innocent appearance seemed to invite trouble. He took mostly after his father in his looks and the breeder's fine features translated well to a masculine face. Many people often told him he looked like a male version of his father. Years of hard labor from when he was old enough to leave home and attend school had given him a well-muscled physique also and it had more than one female and breeder panting after him.
All the unwanted attention gave him a fear of gaining a reputation as an easy target, or worse, a slut. A male branded such did not often recover from it and it made the dream of being a husband nigh impossible. At best, all he could hope for was being consort to a kind female or breeder. At worst...
A noise caught his attention and he looked over at the brothel he had to pass everyday on his way to and from home. His cheeks colored at the sight of the males displaying themselves lasciviously in the windows, many of them naked and flaunting erect cocks. Many of them were males who had fallen low; they had no hope of ever becoming a husband, more than likely spending their lives as whores and playthings for whoever had the coin. It was what Zachiel feared most. He had nightmares of ending up in such a place and they had only grown more frequent the closer the end of the month came and he would be ringed, declared ready for service. His gaze went to the original sound that had caught his attention and saw a female arguing vehemently with the brothel owner while a young male stood off to the side looking miserable. His eyes widened as he realized he knew the male; they had attended school together. He had been ringed just a month ago. The female looked to be his mother and Zachiel's throat clenched up as he realized what was happening. She was selling him off before someone else took him. The young male was silently weeping while he listened to his own mother bargaining over his price. The dispute was soon settled and the woman walked off with a pair of heavy coin purses while her son was ushered inside. The male's fate was sealed at that point and he felt pity for him.
There was a moment when the doors were open while the male was being brought in that he saw the 'entertainment' taking place in the brothel's courtyard. Three males, a smaller one and two larger ones, were stripped naked with their hands bound behind their backs. The smaller one was on his knees between them, his cock bound up in some painful looking harness that held a thick metal rod in place, driven into the opening in the head of his cock. One of the larger males had his own cock buried in the smaller one's mouth while the other pounded his ass while several patrons looked on. A few even had whips and struck the large males, forcing them to thrust faster into the smaller one. The sight brought bile up in Zachiel's throat and swallowed hard as his fears rose again and reminded him once more that tomorrow he lost all the protection that belonging to his father gave him.
“What are you staring at, boy? Does that look good to you?” A familiar voice purred and Zachiel's heart leaped into his throat as he spun around and saw the one who had tormented him most since he had started getting closer to maturity. Eriel and her usual circle of friends, two other females and a breeder. They circled him like wolves as he tried to back away from her, keeping him from getting too far. She smiled as she moved in and reached out, sliding her hand under the tooled leather of his work loincloth and fondled him, even sliding her slender fingers into the underpart that kept his modesty. Her fingers wrapped around his naked cock and he whimpered, afraid to pull away and unable to fight back.
“If you like that, I have a couple of big strong males at home with big strong cocks. They would love to take turns pounding that sweet little ass of yours.” She licked her lips and squeezed him, making him whimper again as the unwanted touch started to make his cock stiffen. “I know we would all love to watch it too.”
“Y-you can't...I-I'm not ringed...” He protested weakly, trying to pull away. His copper colored eyes darted furtively around the street, hoping there was an ophanim patrolling nearby. It was against the law to touch unringed males, even if it wasn't a law that was always obeyed. Eriel laughed and pulled her hand away, amused by his reaction.
“You won't be unringed for long, boy.” She purred and leaned in close. He his breaths came in rapid, shallow pants and sweat beaded his brow as cold fear washed through him. “As soon as that lovely cock has a ring on it, you're all mine. C'mon, let's go.”
She and her giggling pack left while he fought to stay on his feet. His legs were trembling so badly he had to wait several minutes before he finally had the strength to walk again. He spent the rest of the trip trying to find his composure before he arrived home. The last thing he wanted was his father or brother asking questions and he was nearly back to normal when he finally opened the door to their cottage.
“I'm home!” He announced, forcing a smile on his face. It faltered when his eyes fell on the ceremonial silks he would be wearing tomorrow for the ring ritual and he stared at the fine teal fabric for a moment, feeling his chest tighten. Then he started breathing again and he turned away, pretending he had not seen anything. “Something smells good, what's for dinner?” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 3, 2012, 12:58am
When he heard his son's voice, Loriel paused in stirring the potroast he had been preparing and quickly headed towards the main entryway to greet his son. The kitchen was filled with the robust scents of rosemary, garlic and juicy nemtok meat simmering with potatoes, carrots, and other vegetables fresh from the garden. The dining table had already been set with a large bowl of hot biscuits fresh out of the oven and a dish of butter. Temriel was already seated at the table, doodling in a leather-strap bound book his father had bought for him last week. Loriel knew the boy loved to read and he also enjoyed making art, so he did all he could to help foster his son's creativity. He too would have to become a builder someday as his late Sire had, but in the safety of his home Loriel let the boy do whatever pleased him the most.
"Welcome home!" Loriel said with relief in his voice. Every evening when his son returned home he worried the boy had been mauled or molested, or worse still, raped. Each day his son returned home unscathed and unscarred he was grateful. The breeder gave Zachiel a big hug, marveling at how tall his son had grown; he was already as tall as his Sire had been and when Loriel looked at his face, he had his Sire's eyes. It made him sad, but also part of him was glad he had his children. It was through them that his husband would live on. The loss of his husband pained him deeply, but it had been several years since the accident and he had done his best to move on and stay strong for his children. They needed him, so he did his best to raise them all and make sure his sons were safe. "I made your favorite meal tonight to help prepare you for tomorrow. I-I know you're probably nervous, but it will be okay. Your brother will protect you, he always has and that will never change."
Zara came down the stairs when he had heard his brother's voice ringing through the air, his white waist wrap swaying as he moved. On his top he wore a small white vest that covered his chest but left the rest of his midriff exposed. The breeder had become quite developed himself when he reached maturity, having the nice curvy hips and toned thighs his father had. Any male that would eventually have him for a wife someday would be blessed, but Zara was too preoccupied with helping his father take care of Temriel and dealing with all the house chores to worry about finding himself a mate. Now that Zachiel had come of age, his stresses began to double and he wondered how he could keep his brother safe from harm. Once that ring was on his cock, there was little he could do and that upset him to no end.
"Hey Zach! We missed you. How was your day at the workshop?" He smiled and wrapped his arms around his brother, giving him a hug in greeting after their father had moved off to load their plates with food and set them out on the table so everyone could eat and enjoy. A part of Zara always felt guilty that he was born a breeder and Zachiel a male. They had both hatched from the same egg and they looked so much alike. Why was fate so cruel as to have Zachiel lack a breeding hole? Oftentimes Zara wished he could trade places and spare his sweet brother from his destiny. He loved him so much and they had been inseparable all their lives, yet there was always a gap between them set by society and laws. Zara learned how to sew and make jewelry, he knew how to run a business and helped his father with his jewelry and clothing shop. He never had to worry about being bought or sold, or forced to have sex or please anyone. His dignity would remain in tact and he was a higher citizen than his brother would ever be. He pulled a chair out for his brother and then sat in his usual spot beside him as their father served the meal and joined them soon after.
"Zachi!" Temriel beamed, holding up his drawing to show his big brother what he made. "I drew a giant larmawhal. See? It even has the big horn on its head." He beamed, oblivious to the unspoken tension that hung in the air. "Oooh yay potroast! Thanks papa!" He beamed, putting his art down and taking up his utensils to dig into the delicious hunk of meat set before him.
"Everyone enjoy the meal. I let that meat slow cook all day long so it's nice and tender." Loriel said, trying to avoid touching on the subject of tomorrow's ring ritual. Tonight would be their last night together as a family, Loriel knew. After his son was ringed, he'd have to treat him as a slave and not his dear child. He lowered his eyes to his plate then and fiddled with a potato, not having much of an appetite. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 9, 2012, 11:48pm
“Hi papa.” Zachiel smiled as he returned the hug, enveloping his small parent in his arms and basking in his comforting scent. Sometimes he wished he could be a child again and just curl up in his father's arms like he used to, dozing and breathing in his sweet perfume. His anxieties came rushing back at the reminder of what would happen tomorrow, but he did his best to keep the worry from his face as he pulled away. “Thanks papa, it smells delicious.”
He turned his head at the sound of his twin's voice to see the breeder bouncing down the stairs. Zachiel was proud of the way his brother had grown up; the breeder was beautiful and was sure to attract a powerful male despite his lack of a gem. Of course, there was a chance he was biased, but when he held his twin, it was hard to ignore just how full he had matured over the years. He was also well schooled with a good head for business. Zachiel's own education was rather stunted; male education, especially for one of his rank, was rather limited. He had only ever learned the basics in reading and his numbers, all the rest of his education dedicated to his craft. Not that he minded overly much; he enjoyed carving wood and the furniture he produced was some of the most highly sought after pieces.
Zachiel took his seat at the table next to Temriel; males were always delegated to the left side and normally the breeders and females sat away from them. However, Zara had been at his side since the moment they were born and their father had allowed them to break protocol in their own home. “That's really good, Tem. You're getting to be a really good artist.” He affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. Zachiel turned to his meal and did his best to force down a few bites, but his stomach was too knotted. He could barely taste his father's delicious cooking as the ceremony kept racing through his mind. He would be exposed and humiliated in front of his family and nearly every noble house, as well as the queen herself. He poked at his food, pushing it around the plate as he struggled to keep his emotions under control. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 10, 2012, 12:45am
Temriel basked in his older brother's praise, not fully comprehending the situation or picking up on the unspoken tensions in the room. "Thanks big brother!" He chirped before focusing on the food before him, eating with a hearty appetite and inhaling everything on his plate except the carrots that he tried to hide under the mashed potatoes.
Loriel sat down at the table last, gazing at his children and hoping the evening would pass peacefully, though with Zara it was unlikely to last for long. The breeder tended to speak his mind and he knew how protective he was of Zachiel. Loriel sighed, knowing his son was too anxious to properly enjoy his meal given the way his son poked at the food on his plate. Usually he'd have scarfed it all down and be asking for seconds. Even he found himself lacking an appetite, knowing the next day he'd have to watch his son spill his seed like some breeding stock animal and be turned into the Queen's slave. The breeder was at a loss for words and it grew silent at the table as their family dinner became a solemn affair.
Zara kept his eyes on his plate as he ate his meal slowly. The quietness was almost unbearable and he knew his brother was distressed about the ring ritual with good reason. All day long he had been brooding over the thought of having to stand by quietly while Zachiel was forced to strip down and touch himself in front of everyone. It was filthy and degrading, and he hated the Queen for her ridiculous laws. He didn't see why males had to be slaves, why they couldn't simply be equal. He and Zachiel were so alike in many ways, yet he would be forced to look at his brother as city property after the ritual. "This sucks." He muttered under his breath, stabbing his knife into his piece of meat.
"Zara, please don't..." Loriel snapped, not wanting the breeder to start a scene or get Temriel and Zachiel upset.
"Don't what? Speak out that the Queen and her laws are crude and ridiculous? I don't want to go to that stupid ritual tomorrow, and if I could I'd keep Zachiel here and not let any of the Queen's stooges put their paws on him. He's my brother and your son, he's not some piece of livestock to be pawned off and used. Why does no one ever speak out? Does no one in this place even see how ridiculous and wrong this whole society is?" Zara vented, unable to stop himself as he poured out his pent up emotions and treasonous thinking.
"Zara! Enough, don't you dare say such things! There is a reason why things are as they are and you shouldn't question the Queen's laws. Do you want to get yourself arrested and get our family in trouble? You need to keep quiet and keep those thoughts to yourself. Do you understand?" Loriel used his fatherly tone to end his last question, giving Zara a stern look.
Temriel paused in his meal, seeing his brother blow up in anger. He lowered his eyes then, feeling afraid for a moment. He hated fights and yelling, especially when his father was angry.
Zara glared at his father then, crossing his arms stubbornly, but he knew better than to keep arguing. "Yes." He said tersely, turning his gaze to Zachiel a moment before he stood up from the table and stormed off to his room upstairs.
Loriel rubbed his temple a moment and looked back to Zachiel almost apologetically. "I do share his sentiments too, but we can't change the way things are. We can't fight them... The Queen can easily take away everything I have worked so hard for. This house, all of my children... I am sorry it has to be this way, but there is nothing any of us can do to change things. We must accept what is and go on with our lives however we can." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 10, 2012, 1:04am
Zachiel cringed at Zara's outburst, his hands tightening around his cutlery reflexively. Although he shared a lot of traits with his twin, his temper and his bold attitude were not one them. Zachiel would never dare to think such things let alone speak them. In that way he admired his brother; Zara was never timid, never scared. Zachiel seemed to live his life in fear, but Zara faced everything with his head up and that daring look in his eye.
“It's alright, papa. Things are what they are and they can't be changed, I understand that. I would never want you or Zara to do anything that would put you in danger, even to protect me. I'm not worth your lives, especially when Temi is still growing.” Zachiel spoke, giving his father a reassuring smile before he rose from the table himself. “I'll go talk to him. You know how he gets a little worked up over nothing sometimes. Thanks again for dinner.”
The tall male headed out of the little dining area to the ladder that lead upstairs to the room he had shared with his twin since they were fledglings. At one time there had been only one bed between them, but with Zachiel's added bulk over the years, they eventually had to give in to having separate beds. He opened the door without knocking and stepped in; he never had to announce his presence. Zara always knew when it was him and vice versa.
“Zara.” He sighed softly, leaning against the door after he closed it. His soft brown eyes fell on his twin and he felt his chest tighten a little, knowing this was their last night as siblings. Zara wouldn't be allowed to acknowledge him as brother after tomorrow, just as his father wouldn't be allowed to address him as son. He would just be Zachiel, the queen's slave, until someone else took ownership of him. “Zara, don't be so upset. I'll be alright, everything will be fine. It's not as if I'm being executed tomorrow or something. It's just a ring.” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 10, 2012, 1:54am
Zara was on his bed, his back and wings pressed against the wooden wall as he held his knees close to his chest. He tried to calm himself down and get a hold of his emotions, forcing his tears to stay inside and not spill forth. Without gazing up he could hear the sound of the door creaking as it opened and shut again and he knew Zachiel was there. The breeder turned his gaze up to his brother, unable to stop himself from drinking in the sight of him. Over the decades, his feelings towards his brother began to change and grow even more once they both developed into adults. It was something he had always tried hard to deny, but he knew he was attracted to Zachiel in a very non-familial way. He felt guilty for imagining what it would be like to kiss his brother on the lips or run his hands over those smooth, taut muscles. They came into the world together, and they were always close, so Zara couldn't help but yearn to be with only Zachiel.
It was Zara's secret that he tried to keep hidden from Zachiel, never giving into his baser desires. He knew it was wrong to want his brother in such a way, and after tomorrow women and other breeders would be free to touch his twin and use him however they pleased. It made the breeder furious and jealous, and more than a little scared for his brother's sake. Zachiel was incredibly handsome in Zara's eyes, with his long, smooth teal hair and those earthy eyes. He tried not to blush when he gazed at him, knowing it would betray what he felt. Slowly Zara stood up from the bed and walked over to Zachiel, stopping a foot away from him and looking into his eyes firmly. "I don't want you to be ringed and wind up bought by some bitch or another. I don't want to lose you as my brother... I don't want you to ever leave here, Zach." The breeder then moved in closer, wrapping his arms around his brother and pressing against him in a hug. It was the one contact he knew he could have without spoiling their relationship, and he loved it. The breeder took a long breath to inhale Zachiel's scent, feeling soothed by it as his anger ebbed away slightly. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 10, 2012, 2:16pm
“I know, Zara.” Zachiel murmured, reaching up with one hand to stroke his twin's hair while he held him. “I know, but this is the way things are. We can't fight it, it would only put papa and you in danger, not to mention Temi. He's still a child and has some time left before he has to realize his slavery. I wouldn't take those years away from him for anything. He deserves them, don't you think?”
Zachiel sighed, looking off to the side of his brother's room. It was so much different than his own, full of pretty little nicknacks and pictures on the wall, mostly little family portraits, bright and colorful bedding. Then he looked to his own side, which was rather spartan in comparison. A couple little wooden carvings on his nightstand, a small painting of his parents and his plain bedding...Even though he was sure his father hadn't intended it, they were treated differently right from the start. All because of the one little difference between them. He gazed down at the top of his brother's head, seeing the same teal hair and he smiled. Zara had been the only one who didn't let that difference come between them, had fought so hard against it while Zachiel, meek as he was, could only accept it. He felt that pain in his chest again and he tightened his embrace around his twin, bringing his wings up around the breeder and enfolding him in them.
“You can't fight this. Not this time, Zara. I know you want to protect me...You've always protected me, haven't you?” He smiled, tears pricking his eyes. “You have to let me go this time. You knew this was my fate from the start, everyone knew. Besides, it's not all bad. Even sire was a slave and he ended up with papa. That could happen to me too, you never know. It wouldn't be so bad if I could find a nice breeder or female who wanted me as a husband. Or I might even spend my life working in the woodshop. That would be fine too. This isn't the end of things, Zara. I'm just finally walking the path I was meant to since I was born.” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 10, 2012, 3:56pm
Zara's eyes watered but he nodded silently, not wanting to do anything that could jeopardize his little brother or their father. "I know, you're right, but still... I've probably been dreading this day more than you have. We shared the same egg, we hatched into the world together. We look so much alike, I just can't imagine having to treat you any differently when we're practically the same, aside from a few minor differences. I don't want to lose you as a brother, Zach." Zara held him tighter still as Zachiel embraced him and shielded him in his wings. It was comforting, but what his brother said next about letting him go made the breeder's heart ache and the tears finally came unbidden.
"I don't want anyone else to have you!" He cried selfishly, burying his face against his brother's chest. He trembled slightly, cursing himself for saying such a foolish thing. The last thing he needed was to let Zach know the true meaning behind those words. It hurt too much to imagine his brother with anyone else, and Zachiel's acceptance of it all was so frustrating. "I'm sorry, I know I'm just making things worse and being a brat about this..." He sniffed, trying to calm himself down before he made the situation any worse. He turned his gaze up to look into his brother's eyes, wondering what he truly felt. Did Zachiel feel anything for him? Likely he only cared for him as a sibling and nothing more, but the breeder couldn't help but wonder and hope. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 10, 2012, 9:44pm
“It's okay, Zara. I know I'm not making it easier by just accepting it. I guess I just can't fight like you.” Zachiel smiled. “But...until I am forced to leave here, nothing has to be different between us. I'll still always think of us as brothers. They at least can't stop me from that.”
He sighed and looked away, his thoughts dwelling on the ceremony again. He withdrew from his twin then, letting him go and folding his wings behind his back again. “Zara...I know you have to be at the ceremony, you and papa and Temi...but...well, can you do one thing for me?” Zachiel bit his lip and lowered his eyes, a blush rising to his cheeks. “When they test my virility, can you...will you please not watch? I don't want you to see me like that...” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 10, 2012, 10:48pm
Zara had the nagging feeling in the pit of his gut that Zachiel only cared for him as a brother and those strange, romantic feelings of attraction he had for the angel were not at all mutual. Zachiel never got awkwardly close to him or ever tried to initiate, or even hint at anything. Zara's brows furrowed slightly as he pulled away, ending their warm embrace. As much as it hurt, he knew it was likely for the best that those fantasies he had were never to be true. "It's all right brother, I know you're very easy-going and a bit timid, I wouldn't expect you to fight. That's why I always did it for you." He managed a smile, remembering when they were children how he used to protect his brother from being bullied. As he grew older there were many occasions where he chased off breeders and women that tried to flirt with Zachiel and tempt him. "I guess it's just hard for me to let go and just accept that you will be on your own."
What Zachiel said next made Zara's cheeks grow pink and he bit his lower lip a moment. "Father is going to cover Temriel's eyes and I will also try not to look. I don't think father wants to look either, but you know we're supposed to witness it. It's just how the ritual is and the Queen will be there; we can't disobey her wishes and go against the traditions she upholds. I-I'll look away if I can brother, but I can't promise I might not see some of it. Besides, it's not like I have never seen you naked before, or heard you... We do share the same room you know." He admitted bashfully, knowing that some nights he woke to sounds and he knew full-well what Zachiel had been doing. "So... just try and imagine no one else is in the room or something. Pretend you're at home in your bed or wherever you would rather be. That's all the advice I can think to give." Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 10, 2012, 10:58pm
“Where I would rather be...Sometimes I'd rather be somewhere other than Elysium.” Zachiel murmured softly and then went to sit on his own plain bed. He bowed his head, hiding it in his hands as anxiety pooled in his gut again. He looked up again at his twin and sighed. “I know you've seen me naked before and...other...things. It's just this is different. This is...This is the first time I'll be exposed to so many people like that. That's the moment when I become a slave...”
He shook his head and flopped down on his bed, drawing a wing miserably over himself. “Never mind. I know you and papa have to watch. Don't do anything to get yourselves in trouble because of me. I'll get over the embarrassment.” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 10, 2012, 11:20pm
Zara grabbed his chair from his desk on his side of the room and brought it over to his brother's bedside, plopping down beside the angel as he fretted and worried. "Well, the only other place you can go is to the lower realm, and I hear the demons are fond of making throw pillows with angel feathers. Everything will be okay Zach, somehow it will. I... I hope you meet someone special that will love you and take good care of you." He said with a heavy heart, Zara knew Zachiel was right and he had to let go, even if it left him aching inside. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 10, 2012, 11:44pm
Zachiel only nodded, knowing Zara's reassurances were as empty as his future. He knew, even if his family didn't, what was waiting for him the moment he was ringed, the wolves that had been circling him since he had started filling out. His dreams of being a husband or spending his life working in the wood shop making furniture were pointless. There was only one fate for him after he was ringed and tomorrow it would be sealed. *** Zachiel's fingers trembled as he finished pulling back his long hair into a ponytail, bringing it back from his face so he could be seen more clearly. It was a requirement that every male being ringed make himself as visible as possible, even down to the clothing they wore. He looked down again at the scant pieces of silk he wore, the fabric made to match his green coloring and sewn into a flattering style by his own father. It was the first time the breeder had made him something so fine and expensive, but the gesture was tainted by the meaning of the ritualistic clothing. He sighed and looked into the mirror again. His hand came up to touch the collar at his throat. It had been his sire's collar, the one he had worn all his years before he had met Loriel and had that happy life that every male dreamed of. Zachiel's eyes watered as he fingered the soft, worn leather and the smooth white crystal attached to it that Loriel had carved and given to his sire when he purchased him. Somehow it eased him a little and he could almost feel his sire's strong spirit enfolding him. The male had not been one to let his hard life bring him down, he had always been proud and strong. Zara was a lot like him. Sighing, Zachiel turned away from the mirror and donned the last piece of his clothing, the wrap that went around his broad shoulders. Once dressed, he headed out and went to the ladder. He was not allowed to wear anything under his thin loincloth and it made him overly conscious of the fact that his cock and balls were swinging free. Every step he took seemed to make them brush against the thin silk and he felt more embarrassment as he climbed down the ladder to meet his family.
“I'm ready.” He spoke softly, keeping his eyes lowered. He could hardly bring himself to look his own siblings or father in the face, feeling more than exposed than he was about to be at the ceremony. “How do I look?” Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 11, 2012, 12:27am
Loriel ran a comb through his thick violet hair, making sure it was tamed before he tied in the ribbons to section it off as it trailed over his shoulder. The breeder donned a white waist wrap that tapered in pink, made from fine silk. His wrists were covered in bangle bracelets and he wore various other pieces of jewelry he had made. He dreaded the ritual and his stomach had been in tight knots, making him unable to eat breakfast that morning. He had been a little more high strung than usual, snapping at his children over the tiniest things as he fretted over Zachiel, making sure he looked perfect.
"You look very handsome, just like your Sire." He said to his son with a smile as he reached out to caress his cheek affectionately. He knew it would not ease Zachiel's nerves or even his own, but his boy truly was beautiful. He looked so much like his Sire, and seeing him wear his collar made Loriel's eyes water. Ever since his husband had died things had not been the same. Loriel felt as though a part of his soul was torn away from him, and now he would be losing his son. He was no fool, knowing it was only a short matter of time before one of those women that had been eying her son would make their moves. Loriel had no doubt that his house would soon be one angel emptier, and the thought made him ill.
"You look great big brother!" Temriel beamed, being the only one in the house that was cheerful. His youth prevented him from truly understanding the gravity of his brother's fate. His understanding of slavery was that males were to serve and please breeders and females, but the boy knew nothing of the carnal side of it. Loriel had tried to shield him from it all and let him enjoy his childhood, playing games and going through each day happy and unaware of the true meaning of slavery. One day he too would have to be ringed, and Loriel was in no hurry to tell the boy what he would face afterward.
Zara climbed down from the ladder, making his way over to check out his brother. He blushed as he saw how much of Zachiel's skin was exposed and he knew a stray wind would blow that flimsy flap of fabric aside and show all he had. "You look..." He paused, not knowing exactly what to say that wouldn't come out wrong. He couldn't say gorgeous, sexy, or ravishing. None of those terms felt appropriate, he thought wistfully to himself as he smiled "...nice." It was simple and nondescript, making Zara feel a bit dumb in that moment. He was as anxious as his father and brother, barely managing to get himself dressed up and proper for the ritual. He wore his own waist wrap of white silk with little silver charms dangling around a belt of shiny satin. Across his chest was a satin tunic, soft and cool against his skin. His hair had been done in a loose braid behind his back and like his father, he wore several nice pieces of jewelry. "Well, I guess we better get going. Wouldn't want to keep our beloved Queen waiting." He said with clear sarcasm in his tone, bearing no love for Queen Aria and her slave regime.
"Zara dear, please don't say anything like that outside the house... You'll get us all in trouble." Loriel warned as he put his hand behind Zachiel's back to gently guide him to the door. "Come Temriel, time to go."
"Okay Papa!" Temriel beamed, running out the door first and flapping his little wings until he took to the air. He swooped around the house in a circle as he waited to join his father and siblings. Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 11, 2012, 6:02pm
Zachiel gave his brother a wan smile as his father guided him out the door. He watched Temriel for a moment, flying freely without the weight of his imminent destiny on his little shoulders. Zachiel sighed, his shoulders slumping a little before he took to the air himself and went to face his fate with his family.
**
Zachiel felt lightheaded and dizzy as he filed in with the rest of the males to be ringed today and took his place in the ceremony room. It was built like a coliseum with the seating going up and circling the large open space where the ritual would take place. The room was constructed of white marble and gold and it was airy, the great pillars supporting the domed ceiling allowing in plenty of light. Large, golden silk curtains swayed in the breeze between the pillars and cooled the viewers gathered that day. Zachiel felt his trepidation grow as he looked up to see the seats crowded with breeders, females, children...but no males above his little brother's age. He searched the chattering crowd for his own family, but they were lost in the fluttering sea of angels. He looked back down the line of males again; fifteen others were sharing his fate. The ring ceremony was only held on the end of each month and a male who matured after a ceremony was lucky enough to have a month before the next. Not he; his birthday had been barely a week ago.
The priestesses entered and he knelt down with the others, bringing his arms behind his back and gripping his wrists in each hand, a posture of submission. as the ceremony was about to begin. The chattering quieted and then grew silent completely as the queen herself entered, her radiance filling the room. Sweat began to trickle down his brow and nausea threatened to overwhelm him as she began speaking the ceremonial words. He heard nothing over the rapid pulse of his heart, but managed to respond when prompted. All too soon they reached they part he had been dreading since he had reached the age of maturity and he gulped as he watched two priestesses step forward, one bearing the velvet white pillow holding the silver and gold rings which would soon encircle their cocks.
He closed his eyes, drawing a shuddering breath as he reached down at the same time as the other males and lifted the front of his loincloth. He folded it up and held it in his teeth before crossing his arms behind his back the same as before again. He couldn't help the blush of shame that colored his pale cheeks an apple red as he was exposed to all and sundry. Since he was at the end of the line, his turn came last and he had to sit, exposed, while he listened to each male stroke himself off until he spilled his seed in the sacred chalice the priestess held. She examined each offering, testing its texture, scent, and adding a special combination of herbs to reveal its potency. Another priestess stood off to the side to record all her findings with a quill and the book of slaves in hand. The wait was agonizing and he thought he would faint before they finally reached him.
“Zachiel.” He jerked when he heard his name so sharply pronounced by the priestess. He quickly glanced up before he caught himself and lowered his eyes again. He bowed his head to the floor and then straightened up again, holding still while the priestess took him in her soft hands and examined him.
“Hmm...not as long as the others, but much thicker. I'm sure it will only grow thicker. A good piece. His balls are nice and heavy, sizable...His hair is soft, just a slight curl and frames the tool nicely. More beautiful than the average male. This one will produce good stock.” The quill scratched furiously across parchment as the priestess recorded every word and Zachiel felt less and less like an angel and more like a breeding bull as the woman went on, fondling him in her clinical manner. Finally she placed and empty chalice in front of him and stood back up. Zachiel trembled as he looked down at the empty golden cup and his eyes watered. This was it.
He slowly brought his hands out of position and reached down to grasp his cock in both hands. He began to stroke it as he usually did on those late nights when hormones would not let him sleep until he had relief. However, when his cock remained limp after several minutes, he started to panic. What was wrong? The priestess frowned down at him and murmured something to her partner and his anxiety doubled. He started to hyperventilate, his chest heaving with panicked breaths and a cold sweat broke out across his pale skin. Why wasn't his cock rising like it had done so many times before? His brow furrowed and tears threatened to spill down his cheeks as he stroked harder, trying desperately to get some reaction from his own traitorous body.
Stop panicking, idiot! You're making it worse! He cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought to gain control of himself. He just couldn't handle the pressure; the situation wasn't exactly arousing. He drew a shaking breath and stilled his hands for a moment. Think! He had to think; but of what? Slowly the image of his teacher at the wood shop rose in his mind and he gasped softly as his cock twitched in his hand. The male was older, but well-muscled and he had a ruggedness to his features that was very appealing. He often wore very little around the shop, little more than a thong that revealed his taut, hard buttocks. Zachiel felt his cock growing stiffer, rising and filling out to its full size as he continued to picture his teacher, those hard muscles gleaming with male sweat. He heard the priestesses make a faint noise of approval as he began to stroke himself, but he was lost in his fantasy now and didn't hear them.
Zachiel pumped himself harder and harder as his fantasy of his tutor spiraled out of control into forbidden acts. Then the males he saw everyday in the brothel windows joined in, their hard bodies and stiff cocks beckoning him to untold bliss. Deep in his heart he knew what he was thinking was unnatural, but his body didn't care and it spoke the loudest. His breath came rapidly, his broad chest heaving and sweat tracing paths down the taut muscles of his young, nubile body. Before he knew it he was arching his back and clamping down hard on the cloth between his teeth as he came. His cock shot its load into the chalice, a tremor running through him with every spurt. He filled it nearly to the brim by the time he was done and the priestess made a sound of approval as she picked up the chalice and examined his offering. Zachiel slumped, struggling to catch his breath. His hands drooped at his sides as he waited for their pronouncement.
“This one is a stud. Even without a gem, his seed is potent and any offspring he produces has a great chance of being quite powerful. Gold ring.” He felt his stomach knot at her pronouncement, feeling a mix of relief and fear. Studs were highly valued, which meant he had a better chance of someday being a husband. Of course, the odds were just as good that he would end up as some affluent noble's trophy piece. He resumed the submission posture while the priestess knelt down and slipped the gold ring upon his cock.
“This ring marks you as a male of worth in our society. You are finally at the age of maturity and thus you must serve as you were always meant to serve. This ring binds you to our beloved Queen and you will remain hers until she deems another worthy of owning you. Do you understand?” Zachiel nodded his head, feeling as if was being imprisoned as the smooth, cool ring was slid to the base of his flaccid cock. It was done now. He was ringed and nothing could protect him anymore. The priestesses stepped back to rejoin her sisters as the final words of the ceremony were spoken. They weren't allowed to lower the cloth until the queen said her final words and let them stand, remaining exposed so all could see their rings. Of the fifteen, only three bore gold, himself included.
Zachiel filed back out with the newly ringed males, his cock feeling heavy with the weight of the ring around it now. He stumbled at the end of the hall, his knees suddenly weak and he barely managed to catch himself by gripping the wall. He leaned against it, pressed his forehead to the cold stone and closed his eyes while he struggled to compose himself. The last thing he wanted was for his father and siblings to come for him and find him sobbing like a child. He was an adult now, a stud even. He drew several shaking breaths and clenched his teeth against the cries that wanted to escape. He had just managed to stop trembling by the time he saw the familiar face of his father coming down the hall. Zachiel straightened up from the wall immediately and mustered up a smile. He could cry when he was alone, at home. Re: Elysium
Post by Butler Eiji on Jul 11, 2012, 8:39pm
"Papa, I wanna see what's going on!" Temriel whined, trying to squirm out of his father's grip as they stood between two of the large pillars among a tightly packed crowd. Loriel kept his one hand over the child's eyes while the other gripped his shoulder tightly. The breeder was getting annoyed with Temriel's behavior, and fearful the boy would see his own brother prostrated before the crowd with the fourteen others. He didn't want Temriel to see the males stroking their cocks and spilling their seed, not at his tender young age.
"Temriel! That's enough! You are too young to see this, so stop trying to wiggle out of my grip. Don't make me tell you again!" Loriel finally snapped in his authoritative voice, laced with anger as he lost his temper. Seeing the priestesses take note on each male as though they were cattle was upsetting enough, and he had strove so hard to protect Temriel from knowing his future fate. The little boy was stunned by his father's outburst and the child began to sniffle, which turned into full on sobs and wails.
"Father... Let me handle him." Zara sighed, stepping in front of his father for a moment and taking Temriel into his arms, letting the child cry against his stomach. His little arms latched around Zara's waist as he let out all of his stresses. The boy would not see what was going on so long as he faced his older brother, and the breeder pet his hair to try and soothe him. "Shhhh, it's all right Temi, this will be over soon and we can all go home. Just face me, okay? Don't cry, sweetling." He spoke gently, feeling his little brother start to hiccup and sniffle, but the torrent of sobs died down quickly enough. Zara himself was afraid to look, but despite it all he glanced up for a moment, seeing one of the males in the center come into the priestess's chalice. His brother was on the end displaying himself and Zara felt horrible for him. He could only imagine what must have been going through Zachiel's mind. He glared at the Queen next, wishing he could shout out a protest, but he knew that wouldn't end well... "Cunt." He muttered through his breath, not loud enough for any to hear.
It felt like a small eternity when his son's turn finally came and Loriel forced himself to watch. His jaw was tight and his hands were gripping the silks of his waist wrap tightly, tense as he saw the woman fondling her son and the other taking notes. "My poor boy..." He said as his eyes began to water. He struggled to control himself, yet amongst the crowd he could hear female angels and breeders alike passing comments about Zachiel. There was clearly a lot of interest in him, which did not bode well in Loriel's mind. When his son reached down and started to stroke himself, the breeder looked away. His face was red and he felt a sense of shame and guilt. More time passed and Loriel began to worry, looking up again and seeing that her son was struggling and not even hard. He knew Zachiel was nervous and afraid, but silently he prayed for it to end soon.
Throughout the entire session Zara struggled not to look, though he continually found himself stealing glances at his brother as Zachiel worked his cock and tried to spill his seed. When the angel finally became hard and focused, Zara's face turned bright red and he wondered what his brother was imagining to help him along. When he realized he was outright staring, he quickly shut his eyes, trying to think of something else. It was wrong, so incredibly wrong for him to watch his brother doing that, yet it excited him all the same. He shifted his hips then so Temriel would be pressed to his thigh and away from his groin area. He feared his little brother might notice the slight bulge otherwise. The fabric he wore covered it well enough, but he'd be mortified if his father knew he was aroused. The entire situation was almost unbearable and incredibly awkward.
Finally Zachiel came and the moment of decision followed. Loriel opened his eyes then as they pronounced him a golden ring. His knees nearly gave out and he knew his boy would be taken from him any day now. Studs were very valuable and he was certain any of the high ranking women or breeders would jump at the chance to have him. He could see them lusting over him already and it made him sick to his stomach. He could no longer hold back the tears then and he sobbed, covering his face with his hand in shame.
Zara reached out to rub his father's shoulder then, his brows furrowed as he saw the angel's distress. He too was feeling choked up and he remembered Zachiel telling him he needed to let go. The ceremony finally came to an end and Zara let Temriel look around. The child was confused as to why his father was sobbing, and even though Loriel had yelled at him he went to him to hug him. "Don't cry papa. Don't be sad. I'm sorry I was bad before, really I am."
"Oh sweetling, it's not you." Loriel sniffed, petting Temriel's hair and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Come now, let's go see your brother." He said as he managed to compose himself and guide his family through the fading crowds towards the hall where his boy would be. When they spotted him, the angel smiled as though everything was okay, but Loriel knew better. When the small family approached him, Loriel reached out to pull him into a hug. It was unseemly now that Zachiel was truly a slave, but the angel could not forsake his son. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that Zach. Let's go home, I don't want to be in this place another moment."
Zara looked at his brother as well when their father pulled away, a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks. He couldn't keep his promise not to look, and he hoped Zachiel wouldn't ask him if he had. "I'm surprised you're a golden ring. You'll make someone a very fine husband someday." He tried to reassure his brother, but he bit his tongue after wondering if it was insensitive to bring up the cockring knowing what his brother had just gone through. "Erm, sorry..." He finally added.
Temriel hugged Zachiel's leg then and looked up at his big brother. "I dunno what happened! Papa and brother didn't let me see anything." He pouted. "Are you okay Zachi? No one hurt you did they? You look sad and papa was crying too! Why is everyone so sad?"
"Shhh, there'll be plenty of time to ask questions later. I'm sure your brother is tired and would just like to go home and rest, or have a nice meal. I'll make whatever you want tonight." Loriel said quickly, spreading his gem covered wings and preparing for flight. "Come, come boys." He said in his fatherly tone that brokered no argument as they flew back home. It would be hard for him to treat Zachiel as a slave, and he wasn't certain he could. Already he was going too far by insisting he cook the boy a meal of his choosing. Luckily no one had been around to hear his proposal. At least in their own home he didn't have to worry about what other angels would think... Re: Elysium
Post by onichan01 on Jul 11, 2012, 9:27pm
Zachiel's brave front faltered in the face of his family; he could see the pity in their eyes and even Temriel's innocent concern cut him deep. “I'm fine. I think I would like to go home now, though.” He moved past them towards the exits. He wanted desperately to be out of the ceremony chamber now, feeling suffocated by all the marble and gold. He did his best to ignore the leers and speculative glances that came his way as he walked, feeling more and more like a piece of meat on the butcher's block until he was finally able to get out and take to the air. He had never felt so relieved to be in the sky as he was then, away from the looks and the oppressive atmosphere that came now that he was ringed. He remained silent the entire flight home, lost in himself and ignoring his concerned family.
As soon as he landed, he headed inside and went up to his room immediately. He shut the door and did something he had never done before then; he locked it. The moment the lock clicked, he was tearing off the cursed silks from his body, ripping the expensive fabric that his father had likely spent a small fortune on. He didn't care right then and he hurled the scraps into the corner. He stood there, breathing hard and stared blankly at the floor. He grew compelled to go to the full length mirror in the room he shared with his twin; Loriel had installed it for Zara since it was ever important for a breeder to look as lovely as he could. Immediately his eyes dropped on his reflection to his cock and the gold ring that gleamed at the base of it.
Zachiel's hand trembled as he reached down and took his own shaft in hand, lifting it and examining it as if it was completely alien to him. He studied the gold ring, the simple piece of jewelry that told everyone what he was. A breeding bull, only good for producing good seed. He reached down with his other hand and gently gripped his balls. They were heavy and hot, the loose skin of his sac soft and velvety. This was all he was now. Just a cock and balls. Zachiel didn't matter anymore, didn't even exist anymore. Just this. A cock and balls and a ring. His hand tightened around his cock and he grimaced as he squeezed tighter and tighter until he couldn't hold out anymore and he fell to his knees with a pained cry.
“Why?!” He finally let loose the rage and tears that had been building in him for weeks. It poured out of him in inarticulate screams and he drove his fists into the white-washed wood floors over and over until he was leaving streaks of red behind. He screamed and lunged to his feet, then picked up the mirror and hurled into the wall. The frame cracked and glass splintered, showering him in a painful rain of jagged edges. He paid it no heed as he continued to rage around the room, destroying furniture and anything else he could get his hands on until he couldn't go on anymore. He collapsed again in the middle of the floor and cried until he was breathless and there was nothing left to cry about. Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! It’s been a good four and a half months since Elysium was updated, but it’s moving right along. This chapter is a bit shorter than usual, only 17 pages, but I felt it stood well on its own because all the things that happen next are unrelated to Zachiel and his family. This chapter was a look into male slavery in Elysium, something we’ve learned bits and pieces about through Gabriel here and there. Gotta feel bad for them, being treated like a buncha bulls for breeding. Don’t worry though! Zachiel is gonna have himself a hot gay lover to make his time being a slave a little easier~ I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! There are pictures of Zachiel and his family in the Hell and Elysium Character Sheets gallery which you can find by going to the link below. Enjoy! Supporting Hell and Elysium Character & Scene Imagery: http://otaku-no-bijutsu.deviantart.com/gallery/33853739