Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 16:22:09 -0700
From: J M <ecclectic_soul@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alexander the Beginning Chapter 3: Sacrifice

Hi all! Here is the third installment of my Alexander series. This chapter
cuts away from the main storyline to set the stage for some major events
coming up soon. Also, I'll be submitting the next installment for Conan
next week as well, in case you want to check that out. Feedback is always
welcome, and as always, minors read at your own risk. ;)



A  L  E  X  A  N  D  E  R

Sacrifice



"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored
than to anything on which it is poured."

- 	Seneca


	How was it that I was now crouching in the farming fields of the
eastern providence spying on King Philip II as he groaned into the mouth of
an unknown man? Even I had difficulty recalling the journey. It often takes
only the barest hint of a whisper to entice the curiosity into
mischief. Perhaps my new awareness of the intertwining snakes that
comprised political life had led me to this place, driving me heedless into
the darkened corners of the world. Hidden among tall stalks of barley, I
tried to stay as low and quiet as possible as I watched the sweaty scene
unfold before me.

      Through a small rectangular opening at the side of the lodging, I saw
King Philip locked in a naked embrace with a young man whose face I could
not see. Their clothing had been thrown in the corner of the room, a small
torch near the back wall illuminating hands that slid hungrily over
skin. The king began to move their embrace towards the stone slab covered
with a thick cattle hide and piled with silken sheets. He raised his left
hand and slapped the young man's bare ass hard, growling with desire as he
shoved his partner down onto the bed.

      My hand moved of its own volition down to my hardening cock,
massaging it through the thin linen of my brown chiton. Blood pumped loudly
in my ears as my mouth went dry and my stomach tightened. I continued to
watch as the young man lay back on the bed and lifted up his shapely ass,
spreading his legs and rubbing his fingers over his puckering hole to give
the king a better view. There was a rumble of approval from King Philip as
he leaned forward and slapped the young man's ass again while his right
elbow moving back and forth as he presumably slicked his cock with his
hand. I could only see the king from the back but his pleasure was evident
in the way his chiseled ass tensed with every stroke.

      Apparently unwilling to wait any longer, the king swatted the young
man's hands away from his ass and climbed up onto the bed. Positioning
himself with knees spread apart and his ass propped on his heels, the king
pushed himself into his partner's eager hole. He sighed loudly, settling
himself into the hot embrace of the young man's ass.

      "Ahhh...I've waited all day to feel this. Clench your hole...mmm
that's it...you service your king so well." The man's answering moan sent
shivers through my back as I spit into my hand and began sliding it up and
down my engorged length. Moving in and out of his clasping orifice, King
Philip's taut ass began to pump mercilessly into the young man beneath him,
a sheen of sweat gleaming along the muscled contours of his back. I felt a
mixture of awe and shock at the patchwork of scars slashed across his
tanned skin. The king was a monument to his own campaign. I knew, as I
crouched quietly below the window, that his sexual conquest could feel the
measure of that ambition in each thrust. I felt a desperate ache deep in my
groin, tightening at the base of my dripping cock as I heard King Philip
speak to his consort in a hoarse, lustful voice that I almost didn't
recognize.

	"That's it...massage my dick with your tight little ass. You are
mine...mine...mine..." He slammed his cock into the young man's ass with
each 'mine', the slapping of skin creating a mesmerizing beat that I
matched with a slick, steady stroke on my own pulsing member. The king's
growling moans continued to claw at my darkening psyche until he finally
roared against his own gritted teeth as he emptied himself inside the young
man's hole. "Ughhh yes, by the gods, you are so tight. That's it...suck on
my fingers while I fill you. Mmm come on...yes, that's it...that's
it...give it to me, Pausanius."

	The moment that my recognition of his moaning partner's name
struck, the shuddering explosion of my release hit me with the force of an
angry Titan. I fell to my knees as sticky ropes of white fluid lassoed my
thighs and a shaking wave of pleasure vibrated through my body. My
peripheral senses managed to catch Pausanius' muffled yell as his own
release found him. As my equilibrium slowly returned, I heard King Philip
chuckle.

	"Shhh...too loud."

	Pausanius spoke for the first time since I had arrived. "I'm sorry,
my King."

	I almost stood up to get a closer look, but a rustling behind me
stilled the impulse. I dropped down low to the ground, watching silently as
three tall shadows slipped toward the entrance. It was difficult to tell in
the moonless dark of the fields, but they looked like guards. It was then
that the sounds of a struggle erupted from within the room.

	"No...please. What are you doing? Please untie me...don't leave me
here, don't leave me he-" Pausanius' words became a muffled garble as
something was shoved into his mouth. I mustered enough courage to peek over
the lip of the window. The king was in the corner of the room hastily tying
the small velvet cordage at his waist. Pausanius was still on the bed, his
toned arms straining to break ropes that now encircled his wrists as he
shouted into the cloth that had been forced into his mouth.

	"You should have kept your mouth shut, Pausanius." The king shook
his head with an edge of regret to his movements. "You knew how important
my match to Eurydice is, and yet...what were you thinking? What did you
think to accomplish? Did you think Attalus wouldn't find out? Only the gods
could compel such an embarrassing lack of discretion. You are still mine so
I will not have them hurt you, but Attalus must be appeased. Stupid boy..."
The king muttered, and then cleared his throat very loudly. Too loudly.

	It was then that three muscular men walked in, all of them nude and
stroking their cocks eagerly. Pausanius' eyes widened in terror as he tried
desperately to escape his bonds, his hopelessness feeding the growing knot
in my throat. I recognized one of the naked men as the head of Attalus'
main guard, his lascivious grin widening as his gaze raked over Pausanius
lithe, sweaty body. King Philip's discomfort was palpable, but he steeled
himself and turned away from Pausanius as tears glistened in the young
man's fearful eyes.

	The king's voice dropped low and hardened as he walked over to the
young man. "I sacrifice only your honor, Pausanius. Consider yourself lucky
given the possible consequences." He slowly pulled the cloth from
Pausanius' mouth. "Now stay quiet and let them have you. They have not been
satisfied for weeks, so it should not take too long. If you draw attention
or try to hurt them in any way, I cannot be held responsible for the
outcome."

	I was not caught by the audacity of King Philip's actions to smooth
over the slightest of affronts. Nor was I was caught by the greedy speed in
which Attalus' men moved in on their prey once King Philip had exited the
room. No, the thing that trapped my gaze and shot painful needles deep into
my gut was Pausanius' furious, menacing glare even as his body was taken
without affection or regard. That glare, slowly filling with a hatred that
I could not begin to comprehend, never left the door where King Philip
left. And for the first time since I had arrived at that small lodging
nestled at the end of a night-shrouded field, I felt the paralyzing chill
of fear.