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that off now?” The green eyes were cool and
    measuring, and Anyar knew that the prince would leave again.
    Realizing that it served no purpose at this time, Anyar fought down his pride. “Yes,” he
    gasped, closing his eyes with scorn at his own weakness.
    The touch of Vanyae's fingers as he wiped the cream off made the young guard sigh with
    relief. Cool water was then wiped over the sites, slowly dispelling the terrible burning.
    “You see, my young one, you tell me what you need, be honest in your wants and you shall
    receive them. To be stubborn and prideful is to suffer needlessly. I am not keen on hurting you,
    but I demand obedience. Therefore, if you rebel, you will hurt, and it will be your own doing.”

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    Anyar glared up at him, rage growing in his heart, a rage such as he had never felt before.
    “I did not ask for this; it is not my doing. I did not ask to be taken from my home and forced
    here. I did not ask to be your gods-damned slave! This is wrong. Let me go; let me go.”
    He began to struggle mindlessly, his breath coming in great panicked gasps, eyes wide as it
    all rushed upon him that this was real, his captivity was real.

    Vanyae tried to soothe him, but the boy was beyond hearing in his fear and self-
    destruction. Blood seeped from his wrist cuffs as he twisted, and the prince went to the door and
    sharply called one of the guards.
    Between them, they held him down, but still he fought like one possessed, no sense in his
    eyes.
    Some moments later, the healer arrived, and with the help of more guards, they held his
    head, forced his rigid jaw open, and poured the prepared mixture down his throat. He choked and
    gagged but eventually swallowed enough to satisfy the healer, and they released him.
    Vanyae watched with some concern as the boy continued to thrash, but within moments
    the movements slowed, then gradually ceased altogether as he blinked dazedly under the
    influence of the potent drugs.
    They took the opportunity to release his bonds and wrap his damaged wrists and ankles
    before putting the cuffs back on. Vanyae unchained him, lifted him into his arms, and relished
    the warmth of the golden body against his own as he carried him to beside the huge bathing pool.
    He laid him on one of the ornate benches, then stood beside him and stripped off his own clothes
    swiftly, breath coming hard and fast as his eyes swept over the body before him.
    Lifting his prize once more, he stepped into the warm waters, sat on one of the steps, and
    cradled the Melanian in his arms as he took the opportunity to trace Anyar's features and marvel
    at the beauty of high cheekbones and slim, narrow face so different from his own wider features
    of Nazar. Such skin. It was soft with youth and the color was natural, not borne of the sun, for
    even in his most private places, the skin was uniformly golden.
    Vanyae took his time washing the boy, lingered over every bit of skin, every fold, every
    crease. He played at the entrance to the sweet haven of that beautiful body and had to restrain
    himself from simply lifting the boy up to straddle his lap and taking him there and then, pliant

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    and tractable. No, he wanted to watch Anyar's face when he took him, wanted him aware, wanted
    him to understand his slavery would not be such an unpleasant thing with Vanyae as his master.
    That would further the taming already begun this day. Still, he could not restrain himself totally,
    and he let his pulsing shaft sink between the boy's legs and began to thrust into the channel
    created. Rubbing against Anyar's testicles as he pumped, he threw his head back in pleasure at
    even this touch. He lifted from the water partway as he came, so that his seed spattered over
    Anyar's chest in profusion. Panting, trembling, he took some of the seed on his fingers and
    pressed within the young guard's pliant lips, rubbing the essence thickly over Anyar's tongue
    until the boy swallowed