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5. The Rules of the Harem
That morning Elias followed Sage to the Main Chamber, as the Queen had called it. The silence between them, broken only by the soft creak of the floorboards and the gentle sway of Sage long blonde braid, amplified the tension. Sage’s posture was stiff and his expression grim, it was as if he was walking towards a gallows, his body tension in anticipation of an impending doom. He yearned to break the silence, to know more, to ask Sage directly what has happened to him, but Sage’s hostile demeanor, held him back.
As they walked, Elias couldn’t help but steal glances atSage’s profile. The man’s jawline was clenched tight, his eyes fixed on the floor, his breathing was shallow. He clearly was trying to hide his fear and for a moment Elias wondered if that was how he looked yesterday, while walking with the Queen to the Harem.
But the moment they entered the Main Chamber, he found himself utterly captured by the spectacle before him.
Had Elias was paying closer attention the night before, the sight that greeted him now wouldn’t have come as a surprise.
The room wasn’t just the main space of the Harem; it was a deliberate tapestry of sensitivity. Everywhere Elias looked, his gaze fell upon a carefully curated piece designed to awaken the senses. Two walls were adorned with whips, chains and ropes that send shivers down his spine. Carved chest full of secret tools of torque were pushed against another wall adorned with dark red draws. Mirrors, strategically placed, fragmented and multiplied the scene, creating an endless labyrinthof desire. His eyes darted from one extravagant detail to the next, his mind racing to process the sheer optimization. Every detail screamed of indulgence, of whispered secrets and uninhibited pleasure. The chamber felt at once impossible private, a sanctuary for the Queen and for those she favored.
In the center of the room, a monomental bed with a tremendous amount of silk cushions dominated the space. Crafted from dark, poisoned obsidian, it sprayed like a decade beast, its massive frame easily accommodating ten bodies. The sheer size of it dwarfed the surrounding furniture – ornately carved chairs with plus velvet cushions and low tables overflowing with exotic fruits and glistening goblets.
On the decade altar lay the Queen, bare, with the exception of her neck, adorned with a necklace strung with several tiny keys. Her skin, smooth and flawless as poisoned marble, glistened in the soft light. She reclined languidly amidst the pillows, the muscle man, a pomegranatepoised between his fingers, was beside her. He offered the fruit to her lips with the utmost devotion. The red head lay sprayed at her feet, his face flushed with a mixture of contentment and a lingering desperation. His hands, slick with oil, moved with practiced ease, massaging the Queen’s calves. Behind her, a silent figure stood sentinel. The dark-haired man, his face an unreadable mask, worked in quiet efficiency. His hands, strong and surprisingly gentle, kneaded the Queen’s shoulders.
Elias wondered why seeing their naked bodies adorned only by their collars, moving with that slow coordination and their cooks trapped in shiny heavy cages came as such a surprise. Had he was more observant last night, he was sure he would have seen the hard lines of their cages under their silk trousers.
Nestled in the Queen’s embrace, however, was a different story. It was the nuzzling man, the so-called “worthy” one. He didn’t have a cage on his cock, but a trail of red marks on his sides and what he was almost certain was the imprint of the Queen’s hand on his ass. His lips left wet kisses on her exposed breast and sucked her hard nipple.
Elias felt a spotlight land on him as the Queen’s voice cut through the thick air.
“Good morning, Elias, have you slept well?”
He stammered a hesitant, “yes,” feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web. The optimization of the chamber, the amount of bare skin, the heady mix of musky sweetness he could smell, it was all overwhelming. He stood rooted to the spot, unsure of how to respond, of where to even look.
Suddenly, the “worthy” man detached himself from the Queen. He sported a hopeful, almost desperate glint in his eyes as he turned to Elias. “Did you hear me moan last night?” he asked, his voice lacened with a nervous eagerness.
Was he supposed to say no? Was he supposed to say the truth and admit he had been listening to every single strange moan of ecstasy and pain? What was the right answer?Caught off guard, he just mumbled an incoherent response.
The man’s shoulders slumped, a dejection setting over his previously hopeful face. His curly dark hair seemed to wild with the disappointment.
“There, there, my love,” the Queen cooed to the man, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension. “Ky screamed extra laugh last night, so you could hear how good my reward made him feel,” she explained with a knowing wink. The man, his face flushed with a mixture of gratitude and renewed hope, simply nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the Queen while she reached out and kissed Ky’s cheese.
“So, did you?” Ky inquired again, quickly rising from the bed and stepping closer to Elias. The sudden proximity sent a jolt of unease through him. Elias, caught off guard by the question, blurted out a hesitant, “yes?”
The man’s face broke into a wide, proud smile. Leaning towards Elias, he spoke in a conspiratorial tone, “if you will be good, you will be rewarded too.Haven’t Sage told you that?”
Elias glanced towards Sage, but the man’s eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the floor, his back pressed against the wall.
No, he hasn’t told him that.
The moment was broken by the Queen’s laughter, a sound that echoed through the opulent chamber. Her voice, a mix of amusement and authority, commanded attention. “I think it’s finally time for a proper introduction, my prettys,” she declared, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“The pretty eager baby in front of you is Kyle,” the Queen announced. “One of his tasks in the Harem is to keep every sex-toy and everything we use for our pleasure clean.”
Kyle, Ky, smiled brightly at him. A stark contrast to the venomous glances of Sage.
The Queen gestured towards the muscle man standing beside her, “my muscle bunny here is James, my big Jamie. He makes sure that all of you are clean and take care of your personal hygiene. He supervisors the Harem and isin charge when I’m away. He reports directly to me.”
James nodded towards Elias, a silent acknowledgment of their new acquaintance. Elias felt a jolt of realization. One of the reports he’d seen must have been from this imposing figure, the silent guardian of the harem.
“This pretty redhead,” the Queen continued, gesturing towards the man lounging on the bed, “is Rian. He’s in charge of housekeeping and cleaning, even though all of you contribute to those tasks.” Rian waved lazily towards him.
“You already met Sage,” the Queen continued, her voice firm. Sage jolted at the mention of his name. “He is in charge of the kitchen and cooking.”
“And lastly, but not least,” the Queen added, turning to the black-haired man, “my pretty Ollie, he is in charge of stocking the pantry and ensuring we have everything we need.” Ollie, his expression stoic, met Elias’s gaze.
“Don’t worry,” the Queen reassured Elias. “He doesn’t talk much with peole he’s not familiar with, but he’s an absolute sweetheart. Don’t let his quiet demeanor fool you.”
“As you can see,” the Queen continued, “everyone here has their own task. No servants are allowed here. Only my personal guard will bring here whatever you may need and one special helper but they are not allowed to touch anything or glance at any of you and you are not allowed to go outside.”
Her gaze swept over the room, her expression a mixture of pride and possessiveness.
“The Harem is sacred. It’s a place of loyalty and privilege for my chosen ones. I’ve created a sanctuary shielded from the world’s turmoil, a space free from fear and the constant threat of conflicts. Your every need will be met, your desires indulged.
She paused, her eyes scanning Elias’s face. “If you have a password, a hobby, a dream, I will provide the means for you to pursue it. I will provide for everything. But remember, this is also a place of duty. That’s why it’sImportant that you all collaborate for its proper functioning and existence. We’ll find your own task too, my pretty Elias. Your sole focus will be on cooperation and on pleasure me, on making me happy. You’re pretty little head doesn’t’ need to worry about anything else.”
Elias feel a surge of both excitement and trepidation. Her words a promise of lust, safety and belonging.
“Now,” she Continued, “there are a series of necessary rules in the Harem. We’ll get you familiar with the most important ones, I’ll make sure you understand everything.” She sat up, her movements were fluid and graceful. Her mouthwatering breasts bounced with her, making hard for him to concentrate to anything else for a moment.
“Come here, Sage,” she ordered.
Sage, his face pale and drawn, reluctantly detached himself from the wall. His eyes lingered on the Queen with fear and longing while he shuffled over to Elias.
“I believe you can use a refresher course,” the Queen’s voice onedripped with subtle menace, her eyes boring into him.
“Yes, my Queen.”
She didn’t even acknowledge Sage’s answer, “first and foremost, cooperation, collaboration, and helping each other are paramount as I have already explained. There are no keys to any rooms. No secrets. No vitality. No futile jealousy. No petty squabbles. Any form of spite or disloyalty will not be tolerated.”
Sage’s lips trembled. Elias watched him with a growing sense of unease. Was that the rule he had broken? Had he was disloyal?
“Is that clear?” the Queen demanded, her voice a cold steel blade.
“Yes, my Queen,” Sage and Elias replied in unison.
“Secondly,” the Queen continued, “You all have to wear the cock cage that was specially made for you, at all-time unless I Say so or unless there are specific circumstances that requires for you to take it off. They are custom made to allow you to pee and to be on for extended period of times. There are no risk for your cock’s health,They’re absolutely safe. I made sure of it; I want them to function.” Her lips curved into an evil smile.
She approached Elias with predatory grace, her fingers closing around his clothesed cock in a grip that sent a shiver down his spine.
“This is mine,” she whispered into his ear, her voice a cold care. “Your own personal pretty cage will be here tomorrow.”
Elias nodded frantically, his heart pounding in his chest.
“And finally,” she added releasing him and raising her voice again, “cumming without my permission is absolutely forbidden. No matter if your cage is off of you. I own your pleasure. It is mine to give, and mine to withhold.”
“Aren’t you familiar with that rule already, Elias?” the Queen asked. “It should be easy for you to follow.”
“Yes, my Queen,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
The Queen’s gaze swept towards the other consors; they had all stopped any single movement to look at her.
“And what do you say when I allow your little cock the sweet, sweet release?”
“Thank you, my Queen,” they responded in unison, their voices a chorus of subservice.
Her power was absolute, her words law.
“Questions?”
Elias hesitated, a knot forming in his stomach. He had so many questions, but only one escaped his lips. “What happens if one of the rules is broken?”
A gasp rippled Through the room. Elias turned his head, catching a glimpse of Kyle’s started expression.
The Queen’s smile vanished like a snuffed candle. Her expression hardened, her eyes narrowing into slots “disobedience always has consequences,” she said.
Kyle scooted over to Rian on the bed, seeking reject behind him. Rian protectedly wrapped an arm around Kyle, offering him comfort while Ollie and James sat there, between the pillows, seemingly unaffected by what they know was about to happen.
“And aren’t you in luck! I am about to give you a little demonstration, thanks to our pretty Sage.”
Sage started spilling tears out of his eyes. His face was assigned in humiliation and guilt, his body hadn’t not even for a moment stopped trembling.
The Queen returned to her regular position on the bed. She watched Sage with a cold, calculating gaze as he fell to his knees, his braid cascading down his side, his forehead almost touching the bed.
The Queen crossed her legs and raised a browser. “Let’s inform our Elias of your misbehavior when I wasn’t there, shall we?”
Sage’s tears continued to flow, his face a mask of despair. He tried to speak, but his voice was chased with emotion.
“Come on, Sage,” the Queen urged, her voice lacened with impatience. She reached out with her foot, gently prodding his chin. “Explain yourself.”
Sage looked up at Elias, “I… I was just upset,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to… to…”
The Queen’s patience was quickly wearing thin. With a swift movement, she grabbed Sage’s blue collar, her fingers tightening around it. “Sage here had a little prince-fit in my absence,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “He trashed his room and the kitchen, leaving the other boys without dinner and for them to clean up his mess, like a spoiled child.”
“Pretty Ky had to find a way to calm him down,” the Queen continued, her voice lacened with sarcasm. “That’s why he got a reward. Has my Jamie made any mistakes in his report?”
Sage’s eyes were trapped under the Queen’s silent wrath. He denied with his head, his voice barely a whisper.
“Speak,” the Queen ordered, her grip on his collar tightening.
“No, he hasn’t,” Sage admitted, his voice trembling.
The Queen’s grip tightened further, her eyes narrowing. “And why did you have this temperature tantrum, hmm?”
Sage was distraught, his eyes filled with fear and desperation. “Please don’t send me away, my Queen” he pleased, his voice rising. “Please, please…”
The Queen’s expression remained unreadable”I have asked why you had this temperature tantrum,” she repeated, her voice cold and calculating, “I won’t repeat the question a third time.”
“Because, because,” Sage stammered, his voice trembling. “I thought I was about to be replaced by the newcomer.”
“And how did you know I was about to bring a new consort?” the Queen asked, her tone lacened with a hint of amusement.
The question installed pure and cruel fear in Sage’s eyes. He froze, unable to speak.
The Queen’s grip on his collar tightened. Still looking at Sage with narrowed eyes, she competed towards James with a single hand.
A small piece of paper was placed in her hand. Sage started sobbing uncontrollably.
“Do you really think I didn’t know?” the Queen asked, her voice rising. “I know fucking Everything that goes on in my fucking palace!”
“I know that guard your father gave me when he gave your sorry ass to me has been sending you little messages, slipping them under the door when you tHought nobody was watching, like a sneaky putrid rodent in my own home,” she hissed, her eyes boring into Sage.
Sage’s cry intensified; his body wrapped with sobs. He had been caught.
“I was afraid, so afraid of being replaced,” Sage explained, his voice trembling. “I just wanted to be perfect for you, my Queen! I swear! The guard said… I- I thought, I thought…”
The Queen’s expression remained unreadable. She listened to Sage’s plea, her eyes scanning his face for any signs of deception. Her grip on the collar tightened till she was cutting off Sage’s air supply.
“That bastard guard installed that thought into your little head,” the Queen hisssed, her voice lacened with venom. “And I will remove it!”
She squeezed harder, “thought! Thoughts! You don’t have to think!” Her fingers dug into Sage’s flesh. “That’s what happens when you want to use your dumb brain instead of your mouth on my clip. Your emotions get the best of you and you act irrationally! You have to listen to me, and nobody else!” He gasped for air, his face turning an alarming shade of red. Yet, he made no attempt to escape the Queen’s grip.
“That’s why a through pest control treatment was necessary to eliminate the rats that were infesting the palace,” the Queen snarled. “What is this?” she asked, her eyes fixed on the collar around Sage’s neck.
“My… my collar,” he managed to stammer.
“And do you know what it means?” the Queen inquired again.
Sage nodded against her grip; his eyes wide with fear.
A cruel twisted smile was her answer.
She leaned in, her face inches from his. “If I didn’t say you would be replaced, then you won’t be replaced. If I say you are my pretty man, then you are! You all are the pretty men of my Harem!” Her voice was filled with rage. “No more hidden agendas! No fucking vitality in my fucking Harem! Understood?”
Sage’s eyes bulged; his face configured in pain. He nodded frantically, his voice a mere whisper. “Yes, yes my Queen.”
The Queen released him and he fell back, cought violently. He gasped for air; his face flushed.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over, his voice filled with what sounded like geneuine harmse.
The Queen nodded, her expression slightly softening. “Good,” she said. “You won’t be removed from the Harem; you are going to receive just a punishment that will serve as a warning. There will not be a next time.”
Sage’s head snapped up; his eyes filled with relief. “Thank you, my Queen! Thank you,” he repeated, his voice filled with emotion. “It will never happen again!”
The Queen smiled. “You need to apologize to Elias too,” she said, her voice firm. “You’ve caused unnecessary turmoil and made him feel unwelcome.”
Sage hesitated; his eyes filled with shame. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to Elias. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
Elias, who had been watching the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease, was suprised by Sage’s apology. “It’s fine,” Elias replied, his voice hesitant. He wasn’t sure how to respond to Sage’s apology.
The Queen laughed sarcastically, her eyes narrowing. “Is that all you have to say? A mumbled half-assembled apology? That won’t sffice, Sage. You need to show him how this brotherhood is going to work.”
She stood up, “a kiss always seals the deal!” she added and gestured towards Elias with a dismissive hand, “off with your clothes,” while she took off the cock cage of Sage.
“Lay down on the carpet, pretty Elias,” she then commanded. He hesitated just for a moment before blinding obeying.
Elias felt a wave of dread wash over him as he realized that everyone in the chamber seemed to know what was about to happen, except for him. And he was for the first time completely naked in front all of them. His heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him.
He tried to calm himself, to focus on the Queen’s commands.
Elias laid down and looked up; his gaze drawn to the intricate ceiling of the chamber. The intricate patterns and vibrant colors seemed to swirl and dance before his eyes.
The next moment, he found himself face-to-face with the bare smooth skin of Sage little ass.
The Queen was maneuvering Sage by his hips, her grip firm and unrelenting.
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