There’s been a lot of prompts lately for king!Joe and sex slave!Nicky and I wanted to try my shot at it with a joe who is confused and angry but learns to kinda...go with things lol
Link to prompt that inspired this: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3322243#cmt3322243
Hope you all enjoy!
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“Highness.”
Yusuf spins from where he had resting all his weight on both hands, one on either side of the large map he had been overseeing. His eyes are red rimmed from exhaustion. Genoa is small but mighty, and though the possibility of peace hung ambiguously on the air, he couldn’t waste precious time.
“Yes?” Yusuf asked the servant.
“King Val of Genoa has commanded his men to stand down. He wishes to offer peace in the form of a gift.”
A gift?
It wasn’t far-fetched for the Genoans, but Val and Yusuf had exchanged nothing but hostilities since Yusuf had assumed the throne from his father years ago. Where Val seemed to believe Yusuf was undoing his father’s legacy, Yusuf lacked patience for Val’s archaic ways.
“Very well,” Yusuf said, attempting to hide his budding amusement, “bring it in.”
“I am afraid I am unable to,” the servant instead replied.
Yusuf blinked back his frustration, turning now to his loyal subjects where they stood around the table, “Apologies.”
He slid out of the room in a huff, ignoring the unmistakable, growing sound of the footsteps behind him, curiosity spreading throughout his subjects like the plague.
Yusuf makes his way to the large, ornate throne room, where his present awaits at the center. The box is large and assuming, comprised of a thick, strong wood. Yusuf wonders what possible treasures could be waiting inside, what could possibly derail his plans that were moments away form being set in stone.
Two servants stand on either side of the box, awaiting Yusuf’s orders to unseal it. But something unusual catches Yusuf’s eye. A piece of wood, lighter than the rest of the box, beckons him closer. As Yusuf bends down to inspect, he is quickly able to deduce that the upper part of the box is only partially removable, a handle on the side allowing him to slide the panel away and perhaps have a peek.
And so Yusuf does, truly unable to stop himself, curiosity having now reached a fever pitch -
He doesn’t exclaim, not necessarily, because he is truly at a loss for words at what he is able to catch a glimpse of.
Large eyes. A color Yusuf has not seen on anyone. Blue when the sunlight hits them just right, green otherwise. The color of the sea that separated the two kingdoms.
Yusuf commands his surrounding servants forward, himself taking several steps back in utter awe. The poor creature’s eyes refuse to leave Yusuf’s, blown wide with fear and pleading. For what, Yusuf does not know.
It takes seconds to pop the box fully open; the King had made it strikingly easy, and now Yusuf can see why.
The man inside the box is tightly secured. He would not be able to escape even if he so desperately tried, something the fear in his eyes seems to indicate he had. The man is entirely nude, intricate patterns of rope covering his trembling body. His arms are forced above his head, bent at the elbows behind his neck. His cock lies pink and soft were a thick coil of rope secures itself around his balls, which Yusuf quickly understands links behind his back and to rope around his wrists. A true predicament. A chain of gems decorates his front, linking his nipples together almost in mockery of a necklace. And he is muzzled, perhaps the most dehumanizing addition of all, like he is in danger of biting any of their fingers off, like had had already tried.
It seems the king knows Yusuf’s weaknesses, it seems he had put great thought into this gift, because despite himself, Yusuf ashamedly feels his cock stir.
The man is beautiful. Yusuf had known when he’d seen his eyes, but…his body is lithe, his waist strikingly small compared to the broadness of his shoulders, his thighs thick where they are splayed and forced wide open, tied to his ankles - Val had thought of it all.
His lips - Yusuf finds himself dying to pull away that wretched muzzled and chance a gaze upon his lips, surely as plus and inviting as the rest of him. But he cannot take his chances.
“What is this?” Yusuf demands, as his servants move to remove him from the box entirely.
“An apt gift,” says one of his older subjects, inching himself closer to the bound man.
Another one of his subjects crowds around the bound man as well, ignoring the way he tries, and fails, to flinch away. He forces the man’s head back, further than the ropes seem to, where Yusuf spots an unmistakable symbol brands the skin between his neck and shoulder - one that identified only the holiest of Genoa -
The subjects huffs a laugh. “He is a virgin.”
The throne room erupts in jeers.
“Virgin turned cockwhore,” says another of Yusuf’s subjects, and that elicits laughs. “Highness, I do hope you intend to share.”
“Enough,” Yusuf demands, heart still hammering. “No one is to touch him.”
He turns to his advisor, shaking his head adamantly. “What is this? Does Val take me for a fool? I will not accept this.”
“Highness,” says the advisor, who had remained dutifully at Yusuf’s side even while the others had begun to inspect the gift, “I must caution you what were to happen if you do not.”
Unrest; war; thousands more, dead.
Val was desperate but he was far from pathetic. Though he must know Yusuf is inches away from victory, a refusal of his surrender would only serve to enrage him further; an undesirable outcome due to his violent, unpredictable character.
And what would become of this man? Death, surely. Priests of Genoa were celibate. Those who strayed from that path were put to death, and not mercifully. Regardless of wether or not Yusuf touched him, sending the poor man back would seal his fate.
Here, he could protect him, perhaps; command his subjects not to touch him on pain of death, clothe him, feed him, perhaps enjoy a lay or two.
Val seemed to understand Yusuf’s voracious appetites. He would not have sent this…gift, otherwise.
“Enough,” Yusuf repeats, louder this time, and the subjects retreat.
Yusuf turns to his advisor. “Send word to King Val that his gift has been received and…acknowledged.”
“Highness,” the advisor bows.
The man has not torn his eyes away from Yusuf the entire time, even as he is examined like a piece of meat by the young king’s own subjects. Perhaps he had expected Yusuf to take him then and there, lay his claim before throwing him to the others to do as they pleased. Perhaps it was what Val had expected.
“Unbind him. I want him bathed, clothed, and fed.” Yusuf gazes back at his gift. “And then take him to my quarters.”
Fill: joe/nicky, sex slave nicky and very confused joe (1/?)
Link to prompt that inspired this: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3322243#cmt3322243
Hope you all enjoy!
—
“Highness.”
Yusuf spins from where he had resting all his weight on both hands, one on either side of the large map he had been overseeing. His eyes are red rimmed from exhaustion. Genoa is small but mighty, and though the possibility of peace hung ambiguously on the air, he couldn’t waste precious time.
“Yes?” Yusuf asked the servant.
“King Val of Genoa has commanded his men to stand down. He wishes to offer peace in the form of a gift.”
A gift?
It wasn’t far-fetched for the Genoans, but Val and Yusuf had exchanged nothing but hostilities since Yusuf had assumed the throne from his father years ago. Where Val seemed to believe Yusuf was undoing his father’s legacy, Yusuf lacked patience for Val’s archaic ways.
“Very well,” Yusuf said, attempting to hide his budding amusement, “bring it in.”
“I am afraid I am unable to,” the servant instead replied.
Yusuf blinked back his frustration, turning now to his loyal subjects where they stood around the table, “Apologies.”
He slid out of the room in a huff, ignoring the unmistakable, growing sound of the footsteps behind him, curiosity spreading throughout his subjects like the plague.
Yusuf makes his way to the large, ornate throne room, where his present awaits at the center. The box is large and assuming, comprised of a thick, strong wood. Yusuf wonders what possible treasures could be waiting inside, what could possibly derail his plans that were moments away form being set in stone.
Two servants stand on either side of the box, awaiting Yusuf’s orders to unseal it. But something unusual catches Yusuf’s eye. A piece of wood, lighter than the rest of the box, beckons him closer. As Yusuf bends down to inspect, he is quickly able to deduce that the upper part of the box is only partially removable, a handle on the side allowing him to slide the panel away and perhaps have a peek.
And so Yusuf does, truly unable to stop himself, curiosity having now reached a fever pitch -
He doesn’t exclaim, not necessarily, because he is truly at a loss for words at what he is able to catch a glimpse of.
Large eyes. A color Yusuf has not seen on anyone. Blue when the sunlight hits them just right, green otherwise. The color of the sea that separated the two kingdoms.
Yusuf commands his surrounding servants forward, himself taking several steps back in utter awe. The poor creature’s eyes refuse to leave Yusuf’s, blown wide with fear and pleading. For what, Yusuf does not know.
It takes seconds to pop the box fully open; the King had made it strikingly easy, and now Yusuf can see why.
The man inside the box is tightly secured. He would not be able to escape even if he so desperately tried, something the fear in his eyes seems to indicate he had. The man is entirely nude, intricate patterns of rope covering his trembling body. His arms are forced above his head, bent at the elbows behind his neck. His cock lies pink and soft were a thick coil of rope secures itself around his balls, which Yusuf quickly understands links behind his back and to rope around his wrists. A true predicament. A chain of gems decorates his front, linking his nipples together almost in mockery of a necklace. And he is muzzled, perhaps the most dehumanizing addition of all, like he is in danger of biting any of their fingers off, like had had already tried.
It seems the king knows Yusuf’s weaknesses, it seems he had put great thought into this gift, because despite himself, Yusuf ashamedly feels his cock stir.
The man is beautiful. Yusuf had known when he’d seen his eyes, but…his body is lithe, his waist strikingly small compared to the broadness of his shoulders, his thighs thick where they are splayed and forced wide open, tied to his ankles - Val had thought of it all.
His lips - Yusuf finds himself dying to pull away that wretched muzzled and chance a gaze upon his lips, surely as plus and inviting as the rest of him. But he cannot take his chances.
“What is this?” Yusuf demands, as his servants move to remove him from the box entirely.
“An apt gift,” says one of his older subjects, inching himself closer to the bound man.
Another one of his subjects crowds around the bound man as well, ignoring the way he tries, and fails, to flinch away. He forces the man’s head back, further than the ropes seem to, where Yusuf spots an unmistakable symbol brands the skin between his neck and shoulder - one that identified only the holiest of Genoa -
The subjects huffs a laugh. “He is a virgin.”
The throne room erupts in jeers.
“Virgin turned cockwhore,” says another of Yusuf’s subjects, and that elicits laughs. “Highness, I do hope you intend to share.”
“Enough,” Yusuf demands, heart still hammering. “No one is to touch him.”
He turns to his advisor, shaking his head adamantly. “What is this? Does Val take me for a fool? I will not accept this.”
“Highness,” says the advisor, who had remained dutifully at Yusuf’s side even while the others had begun to inspect the gift, “I must caution you what were to happen if you do not.”
Unrest; war; thousands more, dead.
Val was desperate but he was far from pathetic. Though he must know Yusuf is inches away from victory, a refusal of his surrender would only serve to enrage him further; an undesirable outcome due to his violent, unpredictable character.
And what would become of this man? Death, surely. Priests of Genoa were celibate. Those who strayed from that path were put to death, and not mercifully. Regardless of wether or not Yusuf touched him, sending the poor man back would seal his fate.
Here, he could protect him, perhaps; command his subjects not to touch him on pain of death, clothe him, feed him, perhaps enjoy a lay or two.
Val seemed to understand Yusuf’s voracious appetites. He would not have sent this…gift, otherwise.
“Enough,” Yusuf repeats, louder this time, and the subjects retreat.
Yusuf turns to his advisor. “Send word to King Val that his gift has been received and…acknowledged.”
“Highness,” the advisor bows.
The man has not torn his eyes away from Yusuf the entire time, even as he is examined like a piece of meat by the young king’s own subjects. Perhaps he had expected Yusuf to take him then and there, lay his claim before throwing him to the others to do as they pleased. Perhaps it was what Val had expected.
“Unbind him. I want him bathed, clothed, and fed.” Yusuf gazes back at his gift. “And then take him to my quarters.”