Just a Little Incentive

Folon entered the throne room hesitantly. He had an idea as to why Emperor Geldoblame had summoned him, but he hoped to the gods of old that he was wrong. He let out a small sigh of relief as he noticed that no Imperial Guards were present. Obviously Geldoblame still trusted him and wasn’t about to have him hauled off to prison…or to the mines.

The Emperor had his back to Folon. Folon kneeled in respect when he reached the throne. Geldoblame then turned to the young man kneeling before him and cleared his throat, signaling to Folon that he could rise.

“I’ve heard some disturbing rumours,” Geldoblame began, stepping beside Folon, who stood perfectly still. “You’ve been contemplating about running away…or so I have been told.”

Folon felt the blood drain from his face. So that guard had overheard him telling Ayme his plans! He knew that Geldoblame would not take lightly to the idea of a possible treachery. “Running away? I wouldn’t do that!” he lied, his tone haughty. Geldoblame stepped behind him, and he could feel the foul mans’ breath on the back of his neck. Folon shuddered involuntarily. He felt his heart racing and his hands going cold.

Geldoblame stepped away from Folon. “Perhaps the soldier was merely jealous of your achievements,” he said finally. Folon had not realized he had been holding his breath until he let it out, shaking. It had been a close call.

“However,” he continued, “I don’t think it would hurt to give you some incentive to stay.”

Folon only had a second to process what Geldoblame meant before he felt something smash into the back of his head. He cried out, blinking rapidly in a feeble attempt to clear the blinding light that took over his vision. He fell over on his hands and knees, gasping. Through the fading agony he felt Geldoblame pulling his pants down to his knees.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Folon choked out, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. He started to crawl away, and earned another painful blow to the head.

“Bloody savage! I made you and I’m damn well going to keep you!” Geldoblame hissed, his voice raspy and mean.

The red haze that had formed in Folons’ eyes was clearing and he suddenly felt something prodding against his entrance. “Don’t!” he managed to cry, just before Geldoblame forced his way in.

Folon let out a tormented scream as the treacherous pain engulfed him. Instinctively he jerked away but the Emperor would have none of this. He took Folons’ thighs in his iron grasp, pulling the young man closer and allowing himself to thrust deeper into his unwilling victim.

Folon was consumed with horror and disgust. He desperately wanted to get away, or at least become deaf so that he could block out the satisfied grunts and groans Geldoblame was making. To take his mind off of the fiendish act taking place, he mentally cursed the Empire for creating poverty in Azha, cursed Georg and Larikush for their damned experiments, and bringing his thoughts to a full circle he cursed Geldoblame for the atrocity he was committing.

After what felt like eons but was in actuality only minutes, Folon heard the evil Emperor let out a tremendous roar. He felt the older mans’ cock shudder, stiffen, and then felt the warm sticky cum being shot inside of him. Geldoblame kept thrusting until he had released every ounce of semen he could possibly release. Folon heard him panting, and felt him pull out. Folon immediately turned onto his back before moving away from the twisted old man. He saw the puddle of Geldoblames’ cum mixed with his own blood staining the floor. Humiliated and traumatized, all Folon could do was let out an anguished moan.

“Now you know the might that I wield,” Geldoblame said, his face scrunched into a grotesque grin. “Now you know you can never escape.”

“Nothing could make me stay!” Folon yelled out furiously, outraged now that Geldoblame could do such a thing to him.

“Is that so? Well, then I’d have to make sure you lived your life in shame by releasing the security tapes to the general public,” Geldoblame said with a smirk. “I’m sure everyone you know will be extremely impressed with how high you can make your voice, and how loudly you can scream. In fact,” he continued, enjoying the sight of Folon trembling with rage and despair, “I’m positive that Giacomo and Ayme will really be so accepting of you once they’ve seen everything that’s transpired.”

Folon glared at the Emperor, before hanging his head. He knew that Geldoblame could make his life even worse. What he hated was that he also knew he could never run away. The people of other nations would never accept him, simply because he was an Imperial. That, and he had no real money of his own, nobody to take him in…he had nothing.

“You may go,” Geldoblame said coldly. “Clean yourself up. You’re embarking on a mission in Anuenue today and I don’t need you to make a bad impression.”

Folon pulled up his pants and resisted the urge to wince as he stepped out of the room. He ignored the stares that the various soldiers and maids were giving him, and wondered absently how he was going to explain his injuries to Giacomo and Ayme.