Sharing is Caring 1/2
Title: Sharing is Caring 1/2 (alternate title: Boobies and Buttholes)
Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: I blame this.
Part 1:
Junsu wavered between awake and asleep. The sensual dreams of the night did not stop as he woke up, moaning and twisting from the mouth at his nipple. And his dick. And his mouth?
Yep. He was kissed. Soft lips, a touch of berry flavor.
Hero.
He moaned, lifting a hand to wrap in Hero’s dark blond hair.
Mostly awake now, it seemed the others doubled their efforts. Teeth bit down on his nipple, fingers tugged at his balls.
And the lips left his mouth. His eyes fluttered open and he pouted up at his prettiest slave.
Hero smiled. “It’s time for you to get up, your highness.”
“Am up,” he said and shifted his hips, sliding his dick further into that warm mouth. He blinked away blurry vision to see long dark hair blocking the pretty face of his favorite slave. Well, Hani was his favorite right now since it was her mouth on his dick.
Another glance showed Micky at his nipple.
“Damn,” Junsu muttered. His hand left Hero’s hair and went to Hani’s, moving it to the side at first just to watch his dick slip between pretty pink lips, and then he tugged, wrapping the lengths around his hands and pulling her up to his mouth for a long kiss. Bare breasts pressed against his chest, dislodging Micky, who grumbled good naturedly.
Hani rolled her body against him, and Junsu moaned something that sound like, “Yes, please.”
Someone gripped his dick, lifted him up and the head was encased in warmth before Hani shifted back, taking all of him deep inside her. They both moaned, and Junsu left one hand in her hair and the other went to her hip, holding her steady while he rolled his hips up, sliding in and out of her. Hani pushed up with a sigh, hands on his chest, and Junsu finally let go of her hair, letting it fall around them.
With a moan, she canted back, rotated her hips, hands against his chest for leverage.
Hero was back at his mouth, Micky back at his nipple.
Different hands snaked around Hani’s waist, gripping her breasts. Her body clenched around Junsu and he moaned, gasping and jerking away from Hero’s mouth. Uknow was behind Hani, pinching her nipples, chewing at her shoulders. Junsu felt Uknow’s dick slide between her ass and down to rub against his where it was buried in her wet pussy.
“Do I get to share her, your highness?” Uknow asked, slipping two fingers inside her with Junsu’s erection.
Hani moaned, “Please.”
“I did do all the work with my fingers to make her all wet for you.”
“Yes, by the gods, yes,” Junsu said.
Hani whimpered in agreement, her cry echoing around his bedchamber as Uknow pushed inside her, sliding right next to Junsu. His long, pretty fingers slipped down her flat stomach and between her wet skin, finding her clit easily.
“Please, yes, wow, just ...”
The four of them chuckled and Hani’s words turned to moans. She tried to move, fuck herself on both of them and just ended up rotating her hips, shivering under Uknow’s touches. Her slick channel tightened around him, pulsing to the firm pressure on her clit.
Uknow moved, though, sliding in and out of her, pressing against Junsu’s dick. His pretty slaves had been teasing him long enough while he was sleeping that he was coming before any of the others, even Hani, and that just was not fair. He hated it when they ganged up on him. Well, mostly. The pleasure and the lightheadedness following an orgasm at the hands of his slaves was always worth the embarrassment of coming first.
Hani laughed breathlessly when Junsu was done moaning out his release, the noise turning to a long whimper when Micky and Hero attached mouths to each of her breasts.
Without Junsu in the way, Unknow was able to really thrust into her, fingering her clit until she was coming, shaking in their arms, and dripping a combination of his release, Uknow’s release and her own onto Junsu’s dick.
It was Hero that shoved them all away to lick him clean, making his cock throb. And Micky went back to his nipple, it was red and swollen, and so sensitive to Micky’s soft licks and firmer bites.
“Not fair,” Junsu muttered.
“Want to sit on your dick,” Hero said around his cock.
Junsu moaned and nodded. “Fine. Fine.”
Hero smiled at him, crawled over his lap, and had him lifted up and in position in no time. Junsu moaned as he pushed down, taking Junsu without any prep and only using the mess of oil and come for lubrication.
“Talk about not fair,” another voice said to his right.
He turned and smiled at Sunny, her short golden hair a mess around her head. Yuri was right behind her, arms around her waist, with Sunny resting her head on Yuri’s bare shoulder.
“You were asleep,” Micky said, the words muffled around Junsu’s nipple.
“So was I,” Junsu said and gasped at a harsh bite to his chest. “Go play with Uknow and his magical fingers.”
Sunny smiled. “Oh so magical.”
Junsu heard Uknow welcome her into his lap and then had Yuri’s lips against his.
“Have they told you that you have a meeting with your father soon?”
Junsu growled. “No.”
“Let ... me ...” Hero sped up, bouncing in his lap, hand on his own cock. “Orgasm ... first ...”
Yuri tittered at him in disapproval. She shifted around, putting her mouth to Hero and putting her ass in Junsu’s face.
Junsu moaned, sliding his fingers into her body and lifting his head up enough to lick at her ass.
Once again, Micky was dislodged from his nipple and he pouted, glaring at them all.
With Yuri’s mouth on him, it did not take Hero long to come, and as soon as he was through, Micky pushed him away. Yuri shifted but did not move away, thighs on either side of Junsu’s head. He didn’t mind, and kept eating her out, fingers inside her wet pussy.
Micky did not go back to Junsu’s nipple though, but went to his dick. With his mouth. And Junsu moaned. He had a hard time saying which slave was his favorite or which one was the prettiest, but when Micky had his mouth on him there was no contest. Micky was the best with mouth. Uknow the best with his fingers. Well, maybe Hero was ... or Yuri. She had wonderfully long fingers that were so good at slipping just right into his body. And Sunny’s mouth was heavenly on his dick, preferably at the same time as Yuri’s. Or by the gods with Hani’s tongue.
By the gods. He really hoped his meeting with his father was later on in the afternoon.
( o )( o )
Breakfast ended up being late. Late and sexy. It was so very difficult to concentrate on food when there were so many other pretty things to taste, warm bodies to touch, delicious treats to eat.
Which also meant that breakfast took much longer than normal, until it was almost considered lunch.
Junsu did not mind. He loved his harem. Every one of them.
Micky had been his first slave, given to him as he came of age at thirteen, really before he understood what sex was. Definitely before he understood what love was. But Micky had known and taught him. Micky was his favorite as the first of his harem, the one he grew up with, the one who knew all his secrets. The one that exploited that physical connection between sex and love whenever he could. On the rare occasions that Junsu asked a single harem member to warm his bed, it was his soft spoken, handsome, peaceful and lazy Micky.
Micky had long brown hair, usually pulled back with a leather tie. He’d grown into his lanky frame by the squaring of his shoulders, but the rest of him was lithe, almost frail looking, with hidden strength in his arms and legs. Like all his slaves, he had Junsu’s personal tattoo etched in his skin; Micky’s was prominently displayed at his chest, the wing of an eagle wrapping around his nipple.
Hani was the second member of his harem, given to him as a sixteenth birthday present from one of the nobles of the court. He adored Hani, and had often wished, though never out loud, that she had been a princess that he could marry, instead of just a slave to fuck. Junsu had never been with a woman before, but Hani had not been embarrassed about what she liked and she taught both Micky and Junsu just how to pleasure her very different body. She was a little awkward on her long legs, until she was on her back with her pretty smooth legs wrapped around Junsu’s waist.
One major thing Junsu liked about Hani was her refusal to cut her hair. The dark, brown locks fell past her ass, almost to her knees. Some nights, it was the only blanket Junsu needed. Hani was adventurous in bed, the first to mention the idea of toys, and also the first to show Junsu just how wonderful fingers felt inside his ass. It’d taken almost six months to convince him to let Micky fuck him while he fucked her. Even now, nine years later, he apologized for not doing it sooner.
He received Sunny and Hero at the same time. The kingdom’s armies had decimated a neighboring kingdom and taken many of the villagers as slaves. Junsu hadn’t exactly been happy about that, but Hero and Sunny were smart, educated, and friends already. It had been awkward at first, but Sunny, his pretty, overeager, little slut, had almost demanded both Micky and Junsu inside her at once while she pleasured Hero with her mouth on their very first night together. That had broken the ice.
Sunny had golden hair, a lighter hue than Hero’s. And she was the shortest of his harem, her head just barely coming up to Junsu’s shoulder. She did not mind not being as tall as Hani or Yuri, because, as she said, it was easier for Uknow to grip under her thighs and fuck into her while standing up. Eager. Little slut.
Hero was breathtaking. The first time Junsu had seen him, he’d stopped breathing, wondering what this lightness in his chest meant, wondering why and how someone could be so perfect without being some sort of god or goddess. He had beautiful pale skin, a cold, impassive look on his face, one that Junsu learned was a just a mask. His smile, when Junsu finally saw it, was just a debilitating as the cold exterior.
Hero loved to exercise, and his muscles were more defined than the others of his harem, a beautiful, beautiful canvas that enjoyed having marks from Junsu’s hand, his mouth, his ropes, and his belts lashed upon his skin. Hero liked pain the most, loved being taken without prep, loved being thrown to the floor on a whim, tied up and held down, denied orgasm until he was crying and begging for it.
Which mostly didn’t make sense because Hero was also the sweetest thing, always the one who worried the most about the others, took care of them when they were sick, made sure they ate properly, made sure Junsu was healthy and dressed well, and he kept track of Junsu’s schedule.
Junsu figured that without Hero, he’d spend more time at the mercy of his harem than fulfilling his duties as the prince.
Yuri was next. His father had said in passing that there was a female slave from the kitchens not doing her job and causing problems. Intrigued, Junsu had gone to the kitchens himself to ask for her. He’d caused quite a stir among the staff and slaves, but Yuri had been brought forward, worry on her face, and he did not blame her. He hadn’t said why he was there, and she thought that she was in so much trouble and set to be executed. She just had no idea how to cook and did not understand why cleaning was necessary.
Junsu had taken one look at her and decided to keep her. She was almost as tall as Hani, with gorgeous legs and ample breasts, pretty curves that the other two skinnier girls of his harem were missing. He loved her breasts and that first day in the kitchen had to sit on his hands to keep from touching them. She’d been nervous, not a virgin, but only forced when soldiers had wanted her, and it had taken Junsu a long time to make it so that she did not flinch when he reached for her and she understood that spreading her legs for him was a choice, almost, rather than a law.
Uknow had been the hardest to integrate into their harem. He’d acquired Hero and Sunny at seventeen, and Yuri only a few months after that. By the time Uknow joined when Junsu was twenty-two, the six of them had been together for almost five years.
Uknow was strange, constantly happy, bouncing around them, always smiling. He was so optimistic about everything. He acted much younger than he was (and he was older than Junsu!), but when he was in bed, he turned almost domineering. Junsu had no problems at all letting Uknow prep him, fuck him, order him around. Uknow loved to tell Junsu which harem member to touch next, which one to fuck, which one to ignore. He was amazing with his hands, he had thick, gorgeous thighs and a cock that had Junsu choking when it was in his ass. Unlike his other slaves, Uknow hated shaving his body hair. Junsu did not care. He loved to lay against Uknow’s body after sex and just drag his fingers through the thatch of hair around his cock.
Uknow spent most of his life in freedom, and suddenly being a slave, in a harem, had been hard for him. He’d lived his life alone and in charge of himself, so the first few months had been a very difficult transition for him. Uknow had been captured sneaking through their country, on the way home to his own. Junsu felt awful when Uknow finally told him that he had a family outside their lands, and one he had hoped to get back to. But Uknow was happy. He assured Junsu on an almost daily basis. He was alive and happy, and maybe someday he’d be able to see his mother and sister again. Uknow was the only one who ever talked about his past.
Junsu was curious about the others, but he refused to pry. They were not here because they wanted to be, at least not initially.
By the time breakfast was done and Junsu had thought upon and touched each one of his wonderful harem members, Hero’s hard work on his outfit had been destroyed, the clothes almost torn from him, and he was covered with sweet cream, fruit, chocolate, and puddles of come with the taste of his pretty girls on his lips.
( o )( o )
The satisfied smirk on his face was hard to curb. A tilt of his lips and a stretch of a sore muscle let anyone know who was paying attention that he’d been well pleasured that morning.
But in the face of his father, he did his best to stay professional.
The king was speaking with financial advisors when Junsu was allowed into his chamber. He waited, glancing around at first and then just staring, hiding his shock rather well. Kneeling near the hearth was a boy, no more than eighteen, and that was pushing it. He wore only a white shirt, his head was lowered, his body shaking. His hair was almost to his shoulders, his skin a bit darker than normal.
A slave. A new slave?
The skin of his legs were crisscrossed with red lines. And there was a dark bruise on his cheek, one that looked just like his brother’s hand. He fought not to scowl.
“Do you like him?” his father asked, jerking Junsu alert.
The advisors had left the office and now they were alone.
“Excuse me?”
“Junho quite rudely tossed him at my feet and told me to get rid of him. I thought you might like him and decided to ask before sending him to the mines.”
The mines? Junsu swallowed his anger. His brother was such a bastard.
“His name is Max. He’s from the North.”
Which explained his slightly darker skin. He was much too young and frail to survive the mines; he might not even survive the trip through the mountains to the mines.
“You do have a rather large harem already, but as your brother said, what’s one more for you to fuck, yes?”
By the gods, he hated his brother. Why was he the heir? Junho was going to get himself killed one day.
“Yes. I will take him,” Junsu said. “Is there anything else we need to discuss or may I be excused with him?”
His father shook his head. “Nothing that is pressing. The Princess Sooyoung is eager to meet you, but she and her family will be here for a few weeks. I expect you to be at dinner to discuss their demands.”
Marriage. Of course. Another thing in the long list of annoyances of his life.
“Very well. I will be there and meet with her tomorrow.”
His father nodded. “Then you’re dismissed.”
“Max,” Junsu said. “Come.”
The boy’s lip turned up in a sneer, and Junsu fought the urge to laugh. No wonder his brother did not like the boy. And no wonder his body was covered in lacerations and bruises. But the boy did stand up. He stopped for a moment and wobbled and Junsu wondered when the last time was that he ate.
The boy was tall, all scrawny legs and arms. He was almost as tall as Uknow. Definitely taller than Junsu. He noticed that the boy’s hands were roped together. Those would go as soon as they were in Junsu’s rooms.
Despite his wounds and despite being half naked, the boy held his head high and followed after Junsu without showing his pain.
The walk to his rooms felt much longer than normal because of his own eagerness. Well, sort of eagerness. He was not eager to have yet another slave. As his father said, the six in his harem was an awful lot. Though he was being compared to his brother who changed harem members almost on a daily basis and had only managed to keep Ricky for so long because he was Micky’s brother.
Though the dynamic between the two of them was different than his other slaves. Yes, his brother put bruises on Ricky quite frequently, but a few times when Junho had not realized they were being watched, Junsu had seen his brother be very affectionate toward him.
He walked through his rooms, bypassed his bedroom, and went through the door and into the room that housed his harem. There were four beds adorned with the best blankets and pillows the castle could provide. Each member of his harem had their own dresser for clothes and trinkets, though they were mostly naked all the time. As Junsu preferred. They shared beds at night depending on which sheets and linens were not covered in come.
They were laughing at something that Uknow had done when Sunny caught sight of the boy behind Junsu.
“Who is that, your highness?” she asked.
“Ooh, he’s pretty,” Yuri said.
“Can I touch him?” Hero asked.
“Do we get to keep him?” Uknow added.
Only Hani and Micky kept silent, glaring a little bit at the newcomer. He’d been with Micky and Hani the longest and neither was ever happy at first when he added a member to his harem. Though eventually they got over it. After some orgasms. He hoped the boy was the same way.
“This is Max,” Junsu said and then waved to a chair. “Go sit.”
Max took a very deep breath and obeyed, sitting on the soft cushion of one of Junsu’s favorite chairs. He loved to sit in it and then have his pretty harem take turns riding his cock. Preferably with a cock ring on so he was able to please all of them. They liked to make him come though, so more often than not, he just ended up coming three or four times.
Max sat, rather stiffly, bound arms in front of him. His knees were vivid red, probably from kneeling on his father’s stone floor for so long.
Junsu frowned. “Hero, grab some healing salve.”
Hero nodded and hurried to obey.
Junsu kneeled in front of Max, ignoring his sudden intake of breath. He worked the knots on the rope loose and frowned at the welts on his wrist. But Hero was there in a moment, wiping the ointment over them, and then on his knees. Junsu did not need to tell him about the other lacerations.
“Up,” Junsu said.
Max wavered as he stood. With a snort of disgust at all the sores on him, Junsu pulled the white shirt off his body. There were more cuts and bruises on his chest and back.
“Oh, dear,” Hero said. “These must hurt.”
Max snarled and then looked down, wincing like he was expecting to be hit.
Junho would have hit him.
Junsu smiled and touched his cheek, just under the prominent bruise.
“He needs a bath, your highness,” Hero said, “before I put more ointment on these cuts.”
“Very well.”
“I’ll prepare it,” Yuri said and hurried from the room, Uknow just behind her.
“Max,” Junsu said, standing in front of him.
Max lifted his head. He had pretty eyes, round features. His hair was wavy and long.
“How old are you?” Junsu asked.
Max cleared his throat. “Seven-tt-een.” He added, “Your highness” as an afterthought.
“Young,” Junsu said. “But pretty.”
“So pretty,” Hero crooned.
Max glanced at him, lip rising in a sneer again.
“I’d apologize for my brother’s treatment of you, but ... well, he’s an asshole.”
And this time, Max was shocked.
Junsu chuckled. “My brother and I do not agree on many many things. How we get our orgasms is one of those things. I prefer that my harem be eager to please.”
“We always are,” Sunny said.
“I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t wish to do,” Junsu said, “but, as a member of my harem, I do expect you to please me eventually. And I expect you to pleasure the other members of my harem. For now, though, until your body heals and you get used to us, I expect you to talk. God, you’ve only said three words to me so far.”
The boy ducked his head, pink covering his cheeks.
“Come on. Let’s get you in a bath.”
Junsu held out his hand.
The boy looked at it for a few seconds and then took it. Shaking. Unsure. He was a bit scared, but hiding that under bravado. Just like Uknow at first.
Junsu smiled and tugged him toward the bathing room. The shallow, wide tub was already full and Junsu stood at the edge while Hani and Micky removed his clothes. Hero led Max into the water, catching him when he gasped at the pain in his cuts.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Hero said, and Max snarled at him.
Hero only laughed and cupped his cheek. “Sweetie. You’re super cute, you know that right.”
Max huffed and turned away.
“That’s Hero,” Junsu said, and then introduced the rest of the harem to him. As soon as he was naked, he entered the pool. Micky lounged on the edge, wearing only loose green pants. Uknow was always naked unless he had to be clothed so he came into the tub too. Yuri stayed with Micky, letting him lay his head on her thigh. The other two girls joined them in the tub. Junsu moved in front of Max but did not touch him. He let the others of his harem clean him up, wash his hair, careful against the cuts and bruises.
“You’re from the North?”
Max lifted a shoulder.
“What did I say about talking?”
“It’s okay,” Sunny drawled, running fingertips over Max’s thin shoulder. “There are much better uses for your mouth than talking.”
“Sunny.”
Sunny smiled wider and said nothing, leaving Max to drape over Junsu’s shoulders, breasts pressed against his back. Her fingers were slick with soap, slipping over Junsu’s nipples. The left one was still sore from Micky’s mouth earlier.
Junsu chuckled and stepped a little closer to Max’s stiff body. He touched his cheek, soft and then a little firmer, lifting his head. “North?” he prompted.
Max pouted, and then nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Your birthday?”
“M-mid winter, your highness. The second month. The fourth day.”
“So very close to Uknow’s,” Junsu mused. “You are so lovely, Max. So very pretty.” The boy blushed again, and Junsu took the moment with a soft kiss, just a touch of lips on lips. “You will learn many things from the others, so don’t be shy. Don’t be worried of speaking your mind and telling me what you want. I expect you to please me, but I also expect you to tell me how to please you.”
“Not touching me.”
Junsu smiled and tapped his cheek lightly. “That, unfortunately, is not an option. But I can wait until you’re more comfortable.” He gripped Sunny’s arms, leaning his head against hers. “It’s not like I don’t have six pretty things to play with.”
“Now?” Sunny asked, almost purring in his ear.
“It hasn’t even been two hours since I was last inside you.”
“Call me eager.”
Junsu chuckled. “Later, my eager pet. Later.”
Sunny pouted and unwound herself from Junsu’s body. “Fine. Fine.”
They finished washing Max, dried him off, and if there were some wandering hands, Junsu pretended not to notice, even if it made the boy blush and growl. After Hero applied salve to all of his cuts and bruises, Junsu led the way back to their chambers. He took a pair of white, loose pants from Uknow’s drawer and gave them to the boy to wear. He visibly relaxed once he had clothes on.
“Are you hungry, Max?” Junsu asked.
The boy’s eyes went wide. “Y-yes, your highness.”
Junsu smiled. “The most honest answer of the day.”
Junsu led the way to their private dining room. With so many harem members and Junsu’s unpredictable schedule, there was always food and drink left out on his long table. Their mess from breakfast had been cleaned up and replaced with cheeses, fruits, breads, and sweet desserts. He motioned to a red cushion, smiling when Hero and Hani helped Max sit. The boy was stiff and sore.
Junsu sat on the cushion beside him, hand on his knee. “Eat whatever you want, but not too much. Don’t make yourself sick.”
As Max reached for the food, Junsu shook his head and touched his wrist. “No. You’re not allowed to touch. Tell them what you want to eat and they will feed it to you. Hero, give him a strawberry.”
Hero grinned. “My pleasure.” He picked up a strawberry and asked, “Do you want cream on it, sweetie?”
The boy flushed and bit his lip, but he nodded.
“Use words,” Junsu said and softly flicked a part of his arm that was not bruised.
Max swallowed. “Yes, please, Hero.”
Hero chuckled and dragged the strawberry through a bowl of cream. He lifted it to the boy’s lips, almost moaning as he bit into. Cream spread over his lips and cheek and Hero was leaning forward to lick it up when Junsu stopped him.
Hero pouted.
Max licked his own lips, drawing more than one moan from the others.
“Want that to be my come,” Uknow muttered.
“I want it to be your come too,” Sunny said.
“None of you are allowed to kiss or touch him unless he says so.”
They grumbled, but the boy shot him a very thankful look. Junsu smiled. He was really adorable.
In an obvious show of possession, one that Junsu was surprised had not come sooner, Micky climbed into his lap. Micky was so very territorial. Junsu made a promise to himself that he’d give Micky some extra attention while Max grew used to the harem. He was pouting, and Junsu just could not have that. He wrapped his arms around Micky’s waist, slipped in his hands into his green pants, and let Micky kiss him while the others continued to feed Max morsels of food.
Part 2: Conversation
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Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: I blame this.
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Junsu wavered between awake and asleep. The sensual dreams of the night did not stop as he woke up, moaning and twisting from the mouth at his nipple. And his dick. And his mouth?
Yep. He was kissed. Soft lips, a touch of berry flavor.
Hero.
He moaned, lifting a hand to wrap in Hero’s dark blond hair.
Mostly awake now, it seemed the others doubled their efforts. Teeth bit down on his nipple, fingers tugged at his balls.
And the lips left his mouth. His eyes fluttered open and he pouted up at his prettiest slave.
Hero smiled. “It’s time for you to get up, your highness.”
“Am up,” he said and shifted his hips, sliding his dick further into that warm mouth. He blinked away blurry vision to see long dark hair blocking the pretty face of his favorite slave. Well, Hani was his favorite right now since it was her mouth on his dick.
Another glance showed Micky at his nipple.
“Damn,” Junsu muttered. His hand left Hero’s hair and went to Hani’s, moving it to the side at first just to watch his dick slip between pretty pink lips, and then he tugged, wrapping the lengths around his hands and pulling her up to his mouth for a long kiss. Bare breasts pressed against his chest, dislodging Micky, who grumbled good naturedly.
Hani rolled her body against him, and Junsu moaned something that sound like, “Yes, please.”
Someone gripped his dick, lifted him up and the head was encased in warmth before Hani shifted back, taking all of him deep inside her. They both moaned, and Junsu left one hand in her hair and the other went to her hip, holding her steady while he rolled his hips up, sliding in and out of her. Hani pushed up with a sigh, hands on his chest, and Junsu finally let go of her hair, letting it fall around them.
With a moan, she canted back, rotated her hips, hands against his chest for leverage.
Hero was back at his mouth, Micky back at his nipple.
Different hands snaked around Hani’s waist, gripping her breasts. Her body clenched around Junsu and he moaned, gasping and jerking away from Hero’s mouth. Uknow was behind Hani, pinching her nipples, chewing at her shoulders. Junsu felt Uknow’s dick slide between her ass and down to rub against his where it was buried in her wet pussy.
“Do I get to share her, your highness?” Uknow asked, slipping two fingers inside her with Junsu’s erection.
Hani moaned, “Please.”
“I did do all the work with my fingers to make her all wet for you.”
“Yes, by the gods, yes,” Junsu said.
Hani whimpered in agreement, her cry echoing around his bedchamber as Uknow pushed inside her, sliding right next to Junsu. His long, pretty fingers slipped down her flat stomach and between her wet skin, finding her clit easily.
“Please, yes, wow, just ...”
The four of them chuckled and Hani’s words turned to moans. She tried to move, fuck herself on both of them and just ended up rotating her hips, shivering under Uknow’s touches. Her slick channel tightened around him, pulsing to the firm pressure on her clit.
Uknow moved, though, sliding in and out of her, pressing against Junsu’s dick. His pretty slaves had been teasing him long enough while he was sleeping that he was coming before any of the others, even Hani, and that just was not fair. He hated it when they ganged up on him. Well, mostly. The pleasure and the lightheadedness following an orgasm at the hands of his slaves was always worth the embarrassment of coming first.
Hani laughed breathlessly when Junsu was done moaning out his release, the noise turning to a long whimper when Micky and Hero attached mouths to each of her breasts.
Without Junsu in the way, Unknow was able to really thrust into her, fingering her clit until she was coming, shaking in their arms, and dripping a combination of his release, Uknow’s release and her own onto Junsu’s dick.
It was Hero that shoved them all away to lick him clean, making his cock throb. And Micky went back to his nipple, it was red and swollen, and so sensitive to Micky’s soft licks and firmer bites.
“Not fair,” Junsu muttered.
“Want to sit on your dick,” Hero said around his cock.
Junsu moaned and nodded. “Fine. Fine.”
Hero smiled at him, crawled over his lap, and had him lifted up and in position in no time. Junsu moaned as he pushed down, taking Junsu without any prep and only using the mess of oil and come for lubrication.
“Talk about not fair,” another voice said to his right.
He turned and smiled at Sunny, her short golden hair a mess around her head. Yuri was right behind her, arms around her waist, with Sunny resting her head on Yuri’s bare shoulder.
“You were asleep,” Micky said, the words muffled around Junsu’s nipple.
“So was I,” Junsu said and gasped at a harsh bite to his chest. “Go play with Uknow and his magical fingers.”
Sunny smiled. “Oh so magical.”
Junsu heard Uknow welcome her into his lap and then had Yuri’s lips against his.
“Have they told you that you have a meeting with your father soon?”
Junsu growled. “No.”
“Let ... me ...” Hero sped up, bouncing in his lap, hand on his own cock. “Orgasm ... first ...”
Yuri tittered at him in disapproval. She shifted around, putting her mouth to Hero and putting her ass in Junsu’s face.
Junsu moaned, sliding his fingers into her body and lifting his head up enough to lick at her ass.
Once again, Micky was dislodged from his nipple and he pouted, glaring at them all.
With Yuri’s mouth on him, it did not take Hero long to come, and as soon as he was through, Micky pushed him away. Yuri shifted but did not move away, thighs on either side of Junsu’s head. He didn’t mind, and kept eating her out, fingers inside her wet pussy.
Micky did not go back to Junsu’s nipple though, but went to his dick. With his mouth. And Junsu moaned. He had a hard time saying which slave was his favorite or which one was the prettiest, but when Micky had his mouth on him there was no contest. Micky was the best with mouth. Uknow the best with his fingers. Well, maybe Hero was ... or Yuri. She had wonderfully long fingers that were so good at slipping just right into his body. And Sunny’s mouth was heavenly on his dick, preferably at the same time as Yuri’s. Or by the gods with Hani’s tongue.
By the gods. He really hoped his meeting with his father was later on in the afternoon.
( o )( o )
Breakfast ended up being late. Late and sexy. It was so very difficult to concentrate on food when there were so many other pretty things to taste, warm bodies to touch, delicious treats to eat.
Which also meant that breakfast took much longer than normal, until it was almost considered lunch.
Junsu did not mind. He loved his harem. Every one of them.
Micky had been his first slave, given to him as he came of age at thirteen, really before he understood what sex was. Definitely before he understood what love was. But Micky had known and taught him. Micky was his favorite as the first of his harem, the one he grew up with, the one who knew all his secrets. The one that exploited that physical connection between sex and love whenever he could. On the rare occasions that Junsu asked a single harem member to warm his bed, it was his soft spoken, handsome, peaceful and lazy Micky.
Micky had long brown hair, usually pulled back with a leather tie. He’d grown into his lanky frame by the squaring of his shoulders, but the rest of him was lithe, almost frail looking, with hidden strength in his arms and legs. Like all his slaves, he had Junsu’s personal tattoo etched in his skin; Micky’s was prominently displayed at his chest, the wing of an eagle wrapping around his nipple.
Hani was the second member of his harem, given to him as a sixteenth birthday present from one of the nobles of the court. He adored Hani, and had often wished, though never out loud, that she had been a princess that he could marry, instead of just a slave to fuck. Junsu had never been with a woman before, but Hani had not been embarrassed about what she liked and she taught both Micky and Junsu just how to pleasure her very different body. She was a little awkward on her long legs, until she was on her back with her pretty smooth legs wrapped around Junsu’s waist.
One major thing Junsu liked about Hani was her refusal to cut her hair. The dark, brown locks fell past her ass, almost to her knees. Some nights, it was the only blanket Junsu needed. Hani was adventurous in bed, the first to mention the idea of toys, and also the first to show Junsu just how wonderful fingers felt inside his ass. It’d taken almost six months to convince him to let Micky fuck him while he fucked her. Even now, nine years later, he apologized for not doing it sooner.
He received Sunny and Hero at the same time. The kingdom’s armies had decimated a neighboring kingdom and taken many of the villagers as slaves. Junsu hadn’t exactly been happy about that, but Hero and Sunny were smart, educated, and friends already. It had been awkward at first, but Sunny, his pretty, overeager, little slut, had almost demanded both Micky and Junsu inside her at once while she pleasured Hero with her mouth on their very first night together. That had broken the ice.
Sunny had golden hair, a lighter hue than Hero’s. And she was the shortest of his harem, her head just barely coming up to Junsu’s shoulder. She did not mind not being as tall as Hani or Yuri, because, as she said, it was easier for Uknow to grip under her thighs and fuck into her while standing up. Eager. Little slut.
Hero was breathtaking. The first time Junsu had seen him, he’d stopped breathing, wondering what this lightness in his chest meant, wondering why and how someone could be so perfect without being some sort of god or goddess. He had beautiful pale skin, a cold, impassive look on his face, one that Junsu learned was a just a mask. His smile, when Junsu finally saw it, was just a debilitating as the cold exterior.
Hero loved to exercise, and his muscles were more defined than the others of his harem, a beautiful, beautiful canvas that enjoyed having marks from Junsu’s hand, his mouth, his ropes, and his belts lashed upon his skin. Hero liked pain the most, loved being taken without prep, loved being thrown to the floor on a whim, tied up and held down, denied orgasm until he was crying and begging for it.
Which mostly didn’t make sense because Hero was also the sweetest thing, always the one who worried the most about the others, took care of them when they were sick, made sure they ate properly, made sure Junsu was healthy and dressed well, and he kept track of Junsu’s schedule.
Junsu figured that without Hero, he’d spend more time at the mercy of his harem than fulfilling his duties as the prince.
Yuri was next. His father had said in passing that there was a female slave from the kitchens not doing her job and causing problems. Intrigued, Junsu had gone to the kitchens himself to ask for her. He’d caused quite a stir among the staff and slaves, but Yuri had been brought forward, worry on her face, and he did not blame her. He hadn’t said why he was there, and she thought that she was in so much trouble and set to be executed. She just had no idea how to cook and did not understand why cleaning was necessary.
Junsu had taken one look at her and decided to keep her. She was almost as tall as Hani, with gorgeous legs and ample breasts, pretty curves that the other two skinnier girls of his harem were missing. He loved her breasts and that first day in the kitchen had to sit on his hands to keep from touching them. She’d been nervous, not a virgin, but only forced when soldiers had wanted her, and it had taken Junsu a long time to make it so that she did not flinch when he reached for her and she understood that spreading her legs for him was a choice, almost, rather than a law.
Uknow had been the hardest to integrate into their harem. He’d acquired Hero and Sunny at seventeen, and Yuri only a few months after that. By the time Uknow joined when Junsu was twenty-two, the six of them had been together for almost five years.
Uknow was strange, constantly happy, bouncing around them, always smiling. He was so optimistic about everything. He acted much younger than he was (and he was older than Junsu!), but when he was in bed, he turned almost domineering. Junsu had no problems at all letting Uknow prep him, fuck him, order him around. Uknow loved to tell Junsu which harem member to touch next, which one to fuck, which one to ignore. He was amazing with his hands, he had thick, gorgeous thighs and a cock that had Junsu choking when it was in his ass. Unlike his other slaves, Uknow hated shaving his body hair. Junsu did not care. He loved to lay against Uknow’s body after sex and just drag his fingers through the thatch of hair around his cock.
Uknow spent most of his life in freedom, and suddenly being a slave, in a harem, had been hard for him. He’d lived his life alone and in charge of himself, so the first few months had been a very difficult transition for him. Uknow had been captured sneaking through their country, on the way home to his own. Junsu felt awful when Uknow finally told him that he had a family outside their lands, and one he had hoped to get back to. But Uknow was happy. He assured Junsu on an almost daily basis. He was alive and happy, and maybe someday he’d be able to see his mother and sister again. Uknow was the only one who ever talked about his past.
Junsu was curious about the others, but he refused to pry. They were not here because they wanted to be, at least not initially.
By the time breakfast was done and Junsu had thought upon and touched each one of his wonderful harem members, Hero’s hard work on his outfit had been destroyed, the clothes almost torn from him, and he was covered with sweet cream, fruit, chocolate, and puddles of come with the taste of his pretty girls on his lips.
( o )( o )
The satisfied smirk on his face was hard to curb. A tilt of his lips and a stretch of a sore muscle let anyone know who was paying attention that he’d been well pleasured that morning.
But in the face of his father, he did his best to stay professional.
The king was speaking with financial advisors when Junsu was allowed into his chamber. He waited, glancing around at first and then just staring, hiding his shock rather well. Kneeling near the hearth was a boy, no more than eighteen, and that was pushing it. He wore only a white shirt, his head was lowered, his body shaking. His hair was almost to his shoulders, his skin a bit darker than normal.
A slave. A new slave?
The skin of his legs were crisscrossed with red lines. And there was a dark bruise on his cheek, one that looked just like his brother’s hand. He fought not to scowl.
“Do you like him?” his father asked, jerking Junsu alert.
The advisors had left the office and now they were alone.
“Excuse me?”
“Junho quite rudely tossed him at my feet and told me to get rid of him. I thought you might like him and decided to ask before sending him to the mines.”
The mines? Junsu swallowed his anger. His brother was such a bastard.
“His name is Max. He’s from the North.”
Which explained his slightly darker skin. He was much too young and frail to survive the mines; he might not even survive the trip through the mountains to the mines.
“You do have a rather large harem already, but as your brother said, what’s one more for you to fuck, yes?”
By the gods, he hated his brother. Why was he the heir? Junho was going to get himself killed one day.
“Yes. I will take him,” Junsu said. “Is there anything else we need to discuss or may I be excused with him?”
His father shook his head. “Nothing that is pressing. The Princess Sooyoung is eager to meet you, but she and her family will be here for a few weeks. I expect you to be at dinner to discuss their demands.”
Marriage. Of course. Another thing in the long list of annoyances of his life.
“Very well. I will be there and meet with her tomorrow.”
His father nodded. “Then you’re dismissed.”
“Max,” Junsu said. “Come.”
The boy’s lip turned up in a sneer, and Junsu fought the urge to laugh. No wonder his brother did not like the boy. And no wonder his body was covered in lacerations and bruises. But the boy did stand up. He stopped for a moment and wobbled and Junsu wondered when the last time was that he ate.
The boy was tall, all scrawny legs and arms. He was almost as tall as Uknow. Definitely taller than Junsu. He noticed that the boy’s hands were roped together. Those would go as soon as they were in Junsu’s rooms.
Despite his wounds and despite being half naked, the boy held his head high and followed after Junsu without showing his pain.
The walk to his rooms felt much longer than normal because of his own eagerness. Well, sort of eagerness. He was not eager to have yet another slave. As his father said, the six in his harem was an awful lot. Though he was being compared to his brother who changed harem members almost on a daily basis and had only managed to keep Ricky for so long because he was Micky’s brother.
Though the dynamic between the two of them was different than his other slaves. Yes, his brother put bruises on Ricky quite frequently, but a few times when Junho had not realized they were being watched, Junsu had seen his brother be very affectionate toward him.
He walked through his rooms, bypassed his bedroom, and went through the door and into the room that housed his harem. There were four beds adorned with the best blankets and pillows the castle could provide. Each member of his harem had their own dresser for clothes and trinkets, though they were mostly naked all the time. As Junsu preferred. They shared beds at night depending on which sheets and linens were not covered in come.
They were laughing at something that Uknow had done when Sunny caught sight of the boy behind Junsu.
“Who is that, your highness?” she asked.
“Ooh, he’s pretty,” Yuri said.
“Can I touch him?” Hero asked.
“Do we get to keep him?” Uknow added.
Only Hani and Micky kept silent, glaring a little bit at the newcomer. He’d been with Micky and Hani the longest and neither was ever happy at first when he added a member to his harem. Though eventually they got over it. After some orgasms. He hoped the boy was the same way.
“This is Max,” Junsu said and then waved to a chair. “Go sit.”
Max took a very deep breath and obeyed, sitting on the soft cushion of one of Junsu’s favorite chairs. He loved to sit in it and then have his pretty harem take turns riding his cock. Preferably with a cock ring on so he was able to please all of them. They liked to make him come though, so more often than not, he just ended up coming three or four times.
Max sat, rather stiffly, bound arms in front of him. His knees were vivid red, probably from kneeling on his father’s stone floor for so long.
Junsu frowned. “Hero, grab some healing salve.”
Hero nodded and hurried to obey.
Junsu kneeled in front of Max, ignoring his sudden intake of breath. He worked the knots on the rope loose and frowned at the welts on his wrist. But Hero was there in a moment, wiping the ointment over them, and then on his knees. Junsu did not need to tell him about the other lacerations.
“Up,” Junsu said.
Max wavered as he stood. With a snort of disgust at all the sores on him, Junsu pulled the white shirt off his body. There were more cuts and bruises on his chest and back.
“Oh, dear,” Hero said. “These must hurt.”
Max snarled and then looked down, wincing like he was expecting to be hit.
Junho would have hit him.
Junsu smiled and touched his cheek, just under the prominent bruise.
“He needs a bath, your highness,” Hero said, “before I put more ointment on these cuts.”
“Very well.”
“I’ll prepare it,” Yuri said and hurried from the room, Uknow just behind her.
“Max,” Junsu said, standing in front of him.
Max lifted his head. He had pretty eyes, round features. His hair was wavy and long.
“How old are you?” Junsu asked.
Max cleared his throat. “Seven-tt-een.” He added, “Your highness” as an afterthought.
“Young,” Junsu said. “But pretty.”
“So pretty,” Hero crooned.
Max glanced at him, lip rising in a sneer again.
“I’d apologize for my brother’s treatment of you, but ... well, he’s an asshole.”
And this time, Max was shocked.
Junsu chuckled. “My brother and I do not agree on many many things. How we get our orgasms is one of those things. I prefer that my harem be eager to please.”
“We always are,” Sunny said.
“I won’t force you to do anything that you don’t wish to do,” Junsu said, “but, as a member of my harem, I do expect you to please me eventually. And I expect you to pleasure the other members of my harem. For now, though, until your body heals and you get used to us, I expect you to talk. God, you’ve only said three words to me so far.”
The boy ducked his head, pink covering his cheeks.
“Come on. Let’s get you in a bath.”
Junsu held out his hand.
The boy looked at it for a few seconds and then took it. Shaking. Unsure. He was a bit scared, but hiding that under bravado. Just like Uknow at first.
Junsu smiled and tugged him toward the bathing room. The shallow, wide tub was already full and Junsu stood at the edge while Hani and Micky removed his clothes. Hero led Max into the water, catching him when he gasped at the pain in his cuts.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” Hero said, and Max snarled at him.
Hero only laughed and cupped his cheek. “Sweetie. You’re super cute, you know that right.”
Max huffed and turned away.
“That’s Hero,” Junsu said, and then introduced the rest of the harem to him. As soon as he was naked, he entered the pool. Micky lounged on the edge, wearing only loose green pants. Uknow was always naked unless he had to be clothed so he came into the tub too. Yuri stayed with Micky, letting him lay his head on her thigh. The other two girls joined them in the tub. Junsu moved in front of Max but did not touch him. He let the others of his harem clean him up, wash his hair, careful against the cuts and bruises.
“You’re from the North?”
Max lifted a shoulder.
“What did I say about talking?”
“It’s okay,” Sunny drawled, running fingertips over Max’s thin shoulder. “There are much better uses for your mouth than talking.”
“Sunny.”
Sunny smiled wider and said nothing, leaving Max to drape over Junsu’s shoulders, breasts pressed against his back. Her fingers were slick with soap, slipping over Junsu’s nipples. The left one was still sore from Micky’s mouth earlier.
Junsu chuckled and stepped a little closer to Max’s stiff body. He touched his cheek, soft and then a little firmer, lifting his head. “North?” he prompted.
Max pouted, and then nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Your birthday?”
“M-mid winter, your highness. The second month. The fourth day.”
“So very close to Uknow’s,” Junsu mused. “You are so lovely, Max. So very pretty.” The boy blushed again, and Junsu took the moment with a soft kiss, just a touch of lips on lips. “You will learn many things from the others, so don’t be shy. Don’t be worried of speaking your mind and telling me what you want. I expect you to please me, but I also expect you to tell me how to please you.”
“Not touching me.”
Junsu smiled and tapped his cheek lightly. “That, unfortunately, is not an option. But I can wait until you’re more comfortable.” He gripped Sunny’s arms, leaning his head against hers. “It’s not like I don’t have six pretty things to play with.”
“Now?” Sunny asked, almost purring in his ear.
“It hasn’t even been two hours since I was last inside you.”
“Call me eager.”
Junsu chuckled. “Later, my eager pet. Later.”
Sunny pouted and unwound herself from Junsu’s body. “Fine. Fine.”
They finished washing Max, dried him off, and if there were some wandering hands, Junsu pretended not to notice, even if it made the boy blush and growl. After Hero applied salve to all of his cuts and bruises, Junsu led the way back to their chambers. He took a pair of white, loose pants from Uknow’s drawer and gave them to the boy to wear. He visibly relaxed once he had clothes on.
“Are you hungry, Max?” Junsu asked.
The boy’s eyes went wide. “Y-yes, your highness.”
Junsu smiled. “The most honest answer of the day.”
Junsu led the way to their private dining room. With so many harem members and Junsu’s unpredictable schedule, there was always food and drink left out on his long table. Their mess from breakfast had been cleaned up and replaced with cheeses, fruits, breads, and sweet desserts. He motioned to a red cushion, smiling when Hero and Hani helped Max sit. The boy was stiff and sore.
Junsu sat on the cushion beside him, hand on his knee. “Eat whatever you want, but not too much. Don’t make yourself sick.”
As Max reached for the food, Junsu shook his head and touched his wrist. “No. You’re not allowed to touch. Tell them what you want to eat and they will feed it to you. Hero, give him a strawberry.”
Hero grinned. “My pleasure.” He picked up a strawberry and asked, “Do you want cream on it, sweetie?”
The boy flushed and bit his lip, but he nodded.
“Use words,” Junsu said and softly flicked a part of his arm that was not bruised.
Max swallowed. “Yes, please, Hero.”
Hero chuckled and dragged the strawberry through a bowl of cream. He lifted it to the boy’s lips, almost moaning as he bit into. Cream spread over his lips and cheek and Hero was leaning forward to lick it up when Junsu stopped him.
Hero pouted.
Max licked his own lips, drawing more than one moan from the others.
“Want that to be my come,” Uknow muttered.
“I want it to be your come too,” Sunny said.
“None of you are allowed to kiss or touch him unless he says so.”
They grumbled, but the boy shot him a very thankful look. Junsu smiled. He was really adorable.
In an obvious show of possession, one that Junsu was surprised had not come sooner, Micky climbed into his lap. Micky was so very territorial. Junsu made a promise to himself that he’d give Micky some extra attention while Max grew used to the harem. He was pouting, and Junsu just could not have that. He wrapped his arms around Micky’s waist, slipped in his hands into his green pants, and let Micky kiss him while the others continued to feed Max morsels of food.
Part 2: Conversation
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