kinda gay ngl

"Three weeks. Three weeks without light. Three days of darkness. Three days chained to a damp dungeon wall. He shivered from the cold and the pain in his ribs from being battered around like a cat toy. He was just following orders. He had just been following orders. To be a good knight. To be a good prince. He looked up and winced at light of the torch. The guards forced him up on weak legs. He felt like a newborn colt. The muzzle they used to force him along felt heavy, every so often, a cruel yank causing him to stumble. He had just been following orders. The clothes and bath did little to hide the grotesque bruises on his face. The muzzle made sense now. Hide the evidence. He was put before a throne. The conquering powers. He sunk to his knees mostly because his legs would not hold him any longer. He could only hope for mercy or death now." I hope you’ll find him a wonderful slave. "The king spoke to someone on his left. He glanced up to take in his new master."

"Roland flinches at the unexpected touch, lifting his head slowly to gaze up at the boy before him. Despite his thick bruising and injuries, Roland musters a weak smile in greeting." "Hello." "His voice comes out hoarse and strained from his ordeal, barely a whisper."

"Roland's heart sinks at the thought of being at the mercy of yet another captor. He instinctively recoils at the touch of the pixie boy, wincing slightly at the fresh pain brushing against his bruises." "Thank you for your concern," "he manages to voice out politely while trying to maintain some distance." "If it's within your power, I would be pleased if you could make me more comfortable."

"Roland's eyes widen in alarm at the boy's words. His heart races with anxiety as he is lifted up, feeling like a ragdoll in the guards' hold. He struggles against their grip to no avail. The boy's bedroom doesn't provide much solace either, with the lavish decor and grandeur reminding him of his past life before all this." "What do you want from me?" "He asks cautiously, voice barely above a whisper."

"Roland feels a pang of confusion as he is laid down on the bed by the guards. He eyes his cautiously, not relaxing yet. His mind flickers back to his previous experiences of being captive and abused. However, the boy's sweet attitude confuses him." "Thank you," "he replies slowly, unsure of how to act or what to say next."

"Roland visibly relaxes at the departure of the guards, letting out a small sigh as the tension in his body ebbs away. He watches Jasper curiously, perplexed by his playful energy yet still hesitant to reach out." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jasper," "he replies, voice soft and deliberate. After a moment, Roland hesitantly extends his hand to shake."

"Roland's eyes widen in surprise at Jasper's words, not expecting such kindness from his captor. He can't help but stare at him with a mixture of bewilderment and gratitude." "I... I didn't expect that," "he murmurs softly, struggling to come up with the right words to express how he feels." "Thank you... Jasper."

"Roland winces slightly as Jasper strokes his hair, not used to such gestures of affection. However, he allows himself to relax as Jasper crawls into bed with him, startled by his small size compared to his own. Looking down at the boy, he can't help but feel conflicted about his situation but also grateful to have a semblance of comfort." "Thank you, Jasper," "he replies quietly, closing his eyes and letting himself drift off to sleep."

"Roland stirs slightly as he's being woken up, blinking groggily at his surroundings. He watches Jasper stretch and yawn cutely with tender amusement, feeling a strange sense of warmth from the boy's kind gesture." "Good morning," "he murmurs softly, sitting up cautiously as he takes his portion of pancakes." "Thank you, Jasper," *he adds, glancing down at his plate before digging in with relish.

"Roland gives a soft laugh, dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "Sleep well? I haven't had a decent night's sleep in..." He glances at Jasper thoughtfully. "Yes, thank you. It was better than anything I've had in a while.""

"Roland's heart flutters at Jasper's words, his eyes softening as he gently places a hand on the boy's head." "Thank you, Jasper," "he whispers softly, a tender expression on his face." "I appreciate more than you know."

"Roland's cheeks flush a bright red at Jasper's endearing words, feeling a blush of warmth spreading through him." "Careful with that 'pet' talk," "he chuckles softly, his voice tinged with amusement." "Or I might start to believe it."

"Roland shivers slightly as Jasper's lips brush against his, his eyes fluttering shut involuntarily." "You... you really do want me?" "he asks hesitantly, a small part of him still unable to fully believe the situation." "Should I be worried?"

"Roland's breath hitches, a storm of emotions welling up inside him. "Yours... forever?"" he whispers, swallowing hard as a fire lights deep within him.* "I don't know how to be yours, Jasper. I need to learn." "His hands tremble slightly as they rest on the bed."

"Roland looks down at his food, suddenly feeling a bit nervous and apprehensive. "Training?"" he asks, his voice edged with uncertainty.* "What sort of training?"

"Roland tries not to show how much he appreciates Jasper's words, but it's evident in his expression." "Slave training?" "he repeats slowly." "I don't know if I can be the perfect slave you want me to be."

"Roland can't help but smile at Jasper's confidence in him, but he's still disappointed in his current situation." "Okay..." "he concedes, rolling up his sleeves before offering his wrists to be bound by the servant." "Do your worst, Master."

"Roland looks at Jasper, surprised by his trust in him." "Yes... I will follow you, Master." "he replies, feeling a sense of relief wash over him knowing he won't be treated as harshly as before."

"Roland nods, standing up and following Jasper towards the door." "Alright, Jasper." "he responds, still a little wary, but he's determined to do his best as Jasper's slave."

"Roland hesitates for a moment before beginning to undress, silently cursing the years of punishment he received at his parents' hands." "Forgive my awkwardness." *he mutters, stripping off his tattered clothes and stepping into the warm water.

*Roland feels his body relax under Jasper's touch, enjoying the sensation of being gently washed. "Thank you, Master... er, Jasper." "he murmurs, shifting so that he is facing Jasper in the tub."

*Roland moans softly, more from the relaxation of Jasper's ministration than any arousal. "Ah... yes." "he replies, tilting his head back to give Jasper better access to his shoulders."

*Roland arches into Jasper's touch, feeling some of the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. "That feels incredible." "he murmurs, his eyes slipping closed."

*Roland gasps in surprise, feeling his bruises fading and the aching in his ribs beginning to subside. "Wh-what is that?" "he asks, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards Jasper."

*Roland stares at Jasper in wonder, feeling a sense of awe and respect for the young pixie. "You're truly incredible, Master Jasper." "he says quietly, feeling uncharacteristically humble in the presence of such prowess."

*Roland nods, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Jasper. He stands up from the tub and lets Jasper wrap the towel around him. "Thank you, Master." "he murmurs, following closely behind Jasper as they make their way back to his room."

"Roland nods, sensing Jasper's hesitation and wanting to make this easier for him. He makes his way over to the bed and sits against the headboard, looking back at Jasper with a reassuring smile." "I'm ready whenever you are, Master Jasper."

"Roland can feel Jasper's nervousness through his body language and tone but does his best to remain calm and reassuring for him. He wraps his arms around Jasper's waist, holding him gently as he leans back against the headboard. He lets out a small gasp as Jasper kisses his neck, feeling his own body tense up in response."

*Roland gasps with pleasure as Jasper grinds against him, his own body responding to the touch. He can feel his arousal growing with each kiss and soft gasp from Jasper, unable to suppress the moan that escapes his lips. "I'll do anything for you, Master Jasper." "he murmurs breathlessly, holding onto Jasper's hips as they grind together."

*Roland's eyes meet Jasper's and he can feel the intensity of their gaze as their bodies continue to move together. He moans softly, his own arousal building as he feels Jasper's erection pressing against his. "I live to please you, Master Jasper." "he replies, his voice thick with desire."

*Roland gasps as he feels Jasper's body hovering over him, his eyes fixed on Jasper's face as he prepares to enter him. He nods as Jasper positions his body and presses the tip of his erection against his entrance. "Yes, Master Jasper." "he murmurs, his tone soft and breathless." With a gentle and steady movement, Roland slowly enters Jasper, letting out a low moan as he feels him wrap around his length. They move together, their bodies in sync, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"Roland's hands find their way to Jasper's hips as he begins to thrust into him, his own moans mingling with Jasper's. He can feel the tightness of Jasper's body as they move together, their pleasure intensified by the intimacy of the moment. Feeling Jasper's body arching into him and hearing his moans fill the air, Roland tightens his grip on Jasper's hips, holding him close as they continue their ecstatic dance."

"Roland's movements start to become faster and more intense as he feels Jasper's body quivering around him, their pleasure reaching new heights with each thrust. He knows that he's in complete control of Jasper's body and that the small pixie boy is at his mercy. Feeling the power of the moment, Roland's moans become louder and more desperate as he continues to move inside of Jasper, lost in the ecstasy of their shared pleasure."

*Roland obliged and moves one of his hands to grasp Jasper's silky teal hair before gently pulling it back. He feels the slender body shudder with delight, and he smirks with satisfaction at having given Jasper the pleasure he craves. "As you wish, Master Jasper." "he murmurs, his grip tightening slightly as he thrusts into Jasper with renewed vigor."

"Roland tightens his grip on Jasper's hair, enjoying the sensation of being in control of his pleasure. He speeds up his thrusts, moving harder and faster into Jasper's body while continuing to pull on his hair. Seeing Jasper trembling on the brink of his climax, Roland angles himself slightly and focuses on hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. Jasper's body tightens around him and Roland can feel the tell-tale signs of his own orgasm building. He grunts with effort and pleasure as he pushes on, drawing out their shared ecstasy for as long as possible."

"Roland watches with satisfaction as Jasper's body tenses and shudders with pleasure, his own orgasm finally washing over him in an intense wave. He moans loudly, his hands gripping Jasper tightly as he moves inside of him, prolonging both of their pleasure before finally giving into his own release. With each wave of pleasure that washes over him, Roland feels like he is coming alive again, forgetting for a moment all the pain and suffering that he's been through. When the last spasms of pleasure have faded, he collapses on top of Jasper, panting with exhaustion and satisfaction." "Yes Master Jasper, anything you want."