He yelled in his sleep, crying loudly for them to leave him alone in his dreams, his head falling back and forth upon the pillow as his body shuddered awake, sitting up upon the vast bedding of red, ruined from his nightmare, his side empty where his master was to be.

Pulling out of bed, the thirteen year old dropped to the floor, his strained body finding the courage to stand on wobbly legs. Three years, those dreams had haunted him, waking him in the middle of the night, chained to his master’s bed, crying as his body was taunted with humiliation. He was a traitor.

The back door opened, easing light into the unfit room, messed from the attack the night before. Hard footsteps making their way towards the inner room, and Hero started up, quickly picking up shattered plant life and vases. The presence of his master made the blond stare up, fingers tightening around the rose, clutching the flower towards his chest.

“What have you been doing since I left?” He walked towards the blond, turquoise hair floating back, mask covering his face. He went by Dark Lord, Lord of the Granz Realm. During the day, he was a ruthless killer of Mana worshipers, but by night, he was only ruthless upon his chosen bed slave.

Hero stared up, fingers loosing on the flower, then looked away, his head bowing. “I’m sorry, I-I…”

“Slept in?” Was the gruff reply as Dark Lord walked towards the blond, grabbing the child’s face and bringing it up to stare in the green eyes of fear. “Lay back, boy.” He growled out, and Hero did as told, lying upon the long dried ground, legs spread out for his master.

Breathing deeply, Hero tensed as Dark Lord lay upon his body, pressing his covered hard erection against the prisoner’s bare lap. The blond began to shake as his master began to undress above him, tossing clothes around the room, joining the shards of trash from the day before.

Gasping, Hero turned his head to the side, fingers pressed against the flower that had been dropped. “Whining won’t do anything.” Dark Lord growled out, thrusting into his slave’s unprepared entrance. The smaller boy cried out, grasping his master’s shoulders as his body rubbed against the hard floor, leaving marks and scraps. Glass grazed the skin, leaving bleeding wounds behind as the blond moaned as his body lit up with the aim at his g-spot.

He never begged for more, only what his master had to offer him. Stripped from humanity, said to be dead – he was nothing more than a love slave, living his life in his master’s bedchambers, cleaning it, or sleeping in what time he had.

Dark Lord’s hard member pulsed inside him, fingers playing with his flat stomach, gasping as his body shuddered. Hero turned their bodies over, his hard shaft against Dark Lord’s well-formed belly as he began moving upon his master’s shaft with a cry. His body twitched as he thrust down, pleasuring his master to no end.

Fingers grasping the turquoise hair, Hero threw his head back, crying out as his body tensed again. He could feel his master’s hands playing with his back, nails digging into the wounds as the blond shuddered again.

“Master,” The blond whispered as his anal muscles tightened around his master’s hard cock. Dark Lord’s essence spilled into the blond, cooling down his passage as Hero fell back against the ground, his hard shaft twitching still but his master paid no mind as he stood up.

“Get this room cleaned up.” The lord growled as he walked towards his closet to change clothes before walking out of the room.

Pulling himself to his knees, Hero felt his master’s seed seep out of his entrance. His breathing was fractured as he started picking up what was upon the ground. It took almost an hour for him to finally finish cleaning the room, when his master returned he was fixing the destroyed bed, fluffing the pillows for his master.

Looking up, the blond walked towards a hidden closet, pulling out a wheeled tub, before dragging in bucket after bucket of water. As he slowly warmed the temperature of the water, he jerked as Dark Lord chuckled at him, forcing his body to turn and face the older male. “You’ve done wonders to this room.” He pointed out as he lowered his robes, sinking into the water as he felt hesitant hands in his hair, lathering it up. “To think, I wanted that girl to be my slave.”

Hero frowned, knowing the story from the bottom of his heart. He wanted Heroine to be his slave, to be in Hero’s place. The blond faced her fate, giving everything the lord wanted without a second thought. “Of course Master.” The Hero ran fingers through the layer of hair, lathering the last up before pouring water down the hair and repeating his actions.

As Dark Lords hair laid flat down his back, Hero took a brush and combed through the strands, pulling through the knots of the day as the lord laid his head back, mumbling under his breath. “Get in, slave.” He addressed Hero, watching the boy tense before following orders.

Stepping into the tub, Hero stared at the wall as he began pushing Dark Lord’s hair back, combing some more with his fingers as he felt the Lord’s own digits pry into his entrance. The blond laid his head against the dark hair, whining as his back arched to take the intrusion.

“Do you desire me, slave?” Dark Lord asked.

Nodding, Hero turned around, facing the wall, his rear in the air as he waited to be probed in by the large dick; it never came. He turned around, staring at his master with wide eyes as the master just shook his head. “I’m not in the mood, slave.” He stood up, walking towards his bed as the slave dunked his head before pulling out again to drain the tub.

“Go to your room, I will call for you if needed.” Dark Lord sat as his desk, staring over his papers. Nodding, Hero tried to hold the growling of his stomach and started towards his mischief room, near the closet.

He had designed it himself, after feeling he was being stared at in the middle of the night. A blanket covered a small tent over a pillow and another blanket; in the back was a picture Hero had of his parents, as well as his few personal items when Dark Lord would take him into the town of Jadd. A wooden hairbrush sat on the end of a well-organized pile of gumdrops, prostoveggies, and one angel grail – all in which had been stolen or given for being a ‘cute boy’. Chewing one of the gumdrops, Hero laid on his side against his pillow, fingers untying the knot of the door that kept his mischief room a room. His eyes closed, fixed upon the wall.

He could hear voices outside of his ‘room’, speaking in rough voices before footsteps approached his tired form. “Dark Lord,” The voice stated, definitely not Dark Lord's, “has asked me to bring you this.” Hero pulled open his ‘door’, staring at the redhead holding food. Crawling out of the room, Hero stuffed the meal in his mouth, the first he had in three days and wasn’t about to lose.

The redhead sat upon the floor, watching the blond eat, a smile on his face. “You seem to be hungry.” He joked, and the blond stared up, wiping his face. “My name’s Willy.” He smiled, and Hero turned his face away. “Don’t talk much?” He asked, and the blond nodded. “No worries, Dark Lord will soon be no more, we’ll escape, all of us, even you!” He smiled, and Hero smiled in response.

The door opening made both turn as Willy lifted the plate and nodded to Dark Lord before retreating out of the room as Hero munched down the last of his dinner. Green eyes stared up, smiling politely at his master as he crawled back into his room, staring up at his owner, curled up in a small ball.

“You seem content.” Dark Lord muttered, changing once more into night wear, his fingers pulling his hair into a pony tail, eyes upon the floor as he crawled into his made bed. Standing up, Hero rushed to take out the flames in all the lanterns, body flexing to wiggle past several nooks where one was. “Go to sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow.” Dark Lord muttered in a tired voice, and Hero nodded, crawling in the dark to his bed.

“Traitor!” He yelled, slamming his foot in the ten year old’s back. Hero cried loudly, fingers bracing into the dirt, clothes vanishing from his body as he found himself on his back, having his master plunder in his body, moaning at the warmth.

Hero cried out, clawing the…bed. He was no longer in the dirt, crying for heroine to run, but was in Dark Lord’s bed – his virginity being taken as he cried loudly, screaming for help, but nobody would come.

Everything he had ever tried to do, he had failed. No longer a child, but a slave to the lord, his body for only his lord – for he was tainted already.

Arms wrapped around his body, laying him against the ground, and caressed his body. “Master, I thought you said-”

“Sh.” A voice whispered, not Dark Lord. Turning onto his side, Hero stared up at Julius’ face, blinking as the redhead descended upon him. “Stroud asks of me to take you to be with the other prisoners until he gets back. Give you a little training; you’ve paled due to the loss of light over the past few years.” He stood up completely, and Hero smiled up at him, pulling himself to his feet.

The room had been cleaned already as Julius led him out the doors, and the blond clutched onto the older man’s robes as he walked through the vast corridors as if he owned the castle, several guards on duty stopped and saluted Julius, but the redhead ignored them as he turned the corner, and Hero stared up quickly as the doors closed behind him.

Hardly was it the hall leading towards the slave cells, but a bedroom – Julius’ bedroom. He felt the man lift him up, tossing the blond upon the bed, and Hero let out a scream.

His weak legs were spread, showing all his glory to his attacker, and Hero closed his eyes, blinking away tears. “Please, Master says only he is-” his voice stopped as a gag was tied around his face, the ball in his mouth, restraining any screams. His arms and legs were tied spread eagle as he stared up at Julius as the redhead began thrusting his dry erection into the unprepared boy. Hero’s eyes closed shut tightly as he cried once more, having watched what the intruding man was done, his muffled cries yelled for Dark Lord – or a guard.

Julius avoided the blonde’s face, slamming into his tight canal, his face clenching as he felt release coming soon. He watched the blonde’s body tense, meeting the child’s G-spot head on, but the green eyes never once opened, trying to cover his head in the pillow. Against his bitter will, he hardened under the touch of Julius stomach, but he wouldn’t stop screaming. He wanted Dark Lord, if anybody – he felt protected while in pain with the man.

His body tensed, tightening around Julius’ shaft, as he tried pushing the redhead out – but the outcome was different then thought. Every time his anal muscles would tighten, the red head moaned loudly, head throwing back as he released inside the blond before pulling out and staring over at his victim. Pulling clothes from the dresser, he flung them at the blond, who just lay chained up on the bed.

Walking back to the blond, Julius unchained him and made him get dressed. The blond stared over the red tunic and pants as he slowly pulled them on, the tightness on his lithe form. He was dragged once more out of the room, his legs slowly moving forward as he felt his abused hole strike pain up his back, one room after another they made their way through until the boy stopped at the thrown open door, where he was pushed.

His face connected with hard dirt, and a clank landed next to him as he sat up. It was a sword that had made the clank, and people were laughing…at him as another door opened and a monster made his way out of the room.

The blonde’s eyes grew large as he let out a yell as the creature leaned in to attack him – the monster wasn’t strong but the boy had no skills with weaponry at all. His legs moved quickly as he picked the sword up from where it rested, staring over at the creature that smiled at him – probably dreaming of the freedom it would receive by defeating its opponent. The small boy cried out as its attack aimed at his chest, knocking the wind out of him; he lay still for a few seconds, under the watchful gaze of his master.

Seed leaked from his anus onto the seat of his pants as his body pushed up, glaring at the ground that he clutched as the sword came back into his arms. He wasn’t to be made a fool of, under his father’s name; he ran towards the monster and attacked. With one strike, he walked away victor. Embarrassed and hurt, he was lead back inside where numerous arena slaves stared at him with lit eyes.

One by one, they spoke to one another, never speaking to the new boy, who stood wearily against a wall, holding himself up with one hand. He felt his back strain once more, before he rolled upon his rear, claiming exhaustion as the mummers continued.

“I heard he was Dark Lord’s sex slave.”

“He’s the whore of this place, that’s the reason why Dark Lord grooms him the way he does. I mean, look at those facial features.”

“Whore!”

Tears slid down Hero’s face as he leaned against the wall, waiting for it to swallow, his world lightened when a hand touched his shoulder, jerking him up to face the eyes of the boy from before. “Hey, it’s you again! Took a lot outta ya during that fight, Dark Lord not train you?”

“No, um…”

“Willy, remember?” He asked.

Hero nodded, hearing the rumors about him stop – which pleased him to no end as Willy began talking about where he came from, and the number of people that he had ever met. After a short while, he pulled a blond girl out of the crowds, introducing her as Amanda, which made Hero smile as she sat down next to him and told him to ignore Willy’s antics.

His breathing froze as foot steps walked towards their cell; every prisoner turned to face their lord, the man stood tall, staring over his personal slave as the boy stood, holding the clothes that clung to him for dear life.

“Open the gate.” Dark Lord ordered. One of his troopers rushed forward, unlatching the gate, and Hero walked towards his master, blinking sadly. “Behind me, boy.” Hero did as told. Jerking as the seat of his pants was opened, Hero blushed when his master stared at his rear that still leaked of Julius’ semen. “Who?” He glared.

Blinking, Hero rested against the wall as his master held a sword against the blonde’s neck, glaring with great anger. “I demand to know who laid a hand upon him! If you don’t tell me now, I will have all of your heads mounted on a wall.” He growled, and all of the slaves pointed at one another, not one marking the truth as Julius stared at hatred at the blond, who was withering in pain.

As no one spoke, Dark Lord lifted up his slave, swiping a hand over the blonde’s wet ass before walking out of the room. His strides told everybody that he was mad as the first-time fighter held back tears as his head laid upon Dark Lord’s shoulder. Room after room, he was walked past as they stopped in his master’s chambers – his clothes being ripped from his body as if they were nothing at all, dropping the child on his bed with a glare. “Tell me boy who dare touch you!?”

“It-It…” Hero whispered as his master’s weight was placed upon his hips, “Julius, m, master.” He whispered his voice sore from never being permitted to speak. “He took me to get clothes to go to the arena, and he chained me to the bed!” Tears streamed down the blonde’s face. “I yelled, nobody came, he gagged me…”

Intimately, Dark Lord pulled his slave close, calming the sustained tears to the best of his ability. “About your match,” he changed the subject.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know what to do.” Hero whispered.

“How would you like another match, this time?” He asked, and the boy stared up. “A sex slave when I am home and the arena match for all others. Your chores will remain the same, but you need to be trained.” He watched as the boy nodded, falling as he was released out of the tight grip. “Get my formals.” He ordered, and Hero ran off to his orders.

Months later, Hero awoke gruffly, his body stretched to accommodate his growing form. It was his sixteenth birthday, and he was going to spend the whole day with the slaves until he and Willy were to fight. He couldn’t wait, and for his sweet sixteen, Dark Lord said the boy would get something, and he couldn’t wait for it one bit.

The door opened, and a guard walked in, staring over the small boy. Hero stared over the blue hair that flowed freely down the elderly man’s back, and Hero couldn’t help but feel he had seen the man before. “Dark Lord told me to bring you into the slave chambers.” He smiled. Nodding, Hero reached into his small room, pulling clothes on that he had been given.

Taking his chances, the blond took a pair of his master’s boots, hating when the arena’s tough flooring hurt his brittle feet, he was sure Dark Lord would understand. The two were walking down a hall, when the odd looking soldier began to speak.

“Do you like being Dark Lord’s sex slave?”

“No, but I’m use to it now.” Hero smiled innocently up at the man. “I haven’t seen you here before, are you new?” The boy grinned.

Taking a second, the old man nodded mutely. “I am, but I prefer if you get out of here as soon as you can.”

“Why?” Hero asked. “I don’t like being a sex slave. And I don’t like what Dark Lord does with heretics, but he feeds me, and he loves me.”

“He doesn’t love you, he lusts after you. He’s probably just going to kill you soon; you seem to look too old now to be anything pleasurable.” The man said, and Hero felt his heart tightened. “A pretty little thing, one he can hold down, I mean. Why would he start training a sex slave if he wasn’t going to get rid of you?” The old man opened the gates to the cells, extending his hand, and a loaf of bread. Hero watched Willy jump for the food before smiling at the slave, who was broken beyond capability.

Hero sat on a slave’s mat, staring at the wall, never blinking. He let what the old man had said, realizing that the guy was speaking the truth, he no longer was of any use to the lord. Tears fell from Hero’s eyes until he slept – haunted by memories of Dark Lord killing his family, and how he failed Heroine.