CHEWYSTORIES Ruling with an iron fist
RULING WITH AN IRON FIST
MERLIN / ARTHUR
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narrative. This has always set chewableprose apart as a place where you can find porn
accompanied by prose. The result being a more meaningful and believable slash fantasy, enjoy.
Ficlet | Merlin had always had trouble with boundaries, with knowing his place. Arthur knew this. It was adorable in an annoying way. But things were different now that he was with Mordred. He and Merlin no longer had sex through which Arthur could release tensions of their relationship, of all the things about Merlin that he appreciated and hated simultaneously. Merlin had been particularly difficult of late, particularly annoying and emotional. Arthur knew that Merlin was upset that their time together intimately was at an end. A part of him even suspected that Merlin knew about Mordred. The largest part of him, however, simply did not care. It had been bred into Arthur not to think of others, particularly his servants. But there was more to it than that, because despite his breeding Arthur did care about others, it was what made him distinct from his father, what defined him as the once and future king. It was the sex, sex between men, of which Arthur was indifferent. As much as he had enjoyed it with Merlin, it was just that, sex. For it to be anything more, anything romantic, would tarnish the man he was, render the sex something else. Something queer. Mordred understood that. Mordred was wild and sensual and unbridled. Sex with Mordred was passionate, not romantic. That Merlin saw it differently, saw their relationship differently, had always unnerved Arthur. It was because of this that Arthur did not talk over with Merlin why the sex had stopped, did not seek to comfort Merlin when a tear would escape his eye in Arthur's presence. For to do so would only encourage the boy.
Merlin grew increasingly irritable. He made no secret of his dislike for Mordred either, although would give no reason why. Arthur was growing tired of Merlin's melancholy, which manifested in his work. Forgotten or confused errands and chores occurred with greater frequency. Arthur grew shorter with him, his annoyance building. The tension reached a peak one afternoon in the weapons room when Merlin, while suiting Arthur up for training, buckled his breastplate incorrectly. It was an error that could have lead to serious injury had it gone unnoticed before training. 'You stupid fool,' Arthur shouted at Merlin, 'You're hopeless.' Arthur turned away from Merlin and began adjusting his armour. 'Get out of my sight,' he called over his shoulder. A moment later he felt a sharp slap across the back of his head. He turned around to find Merlin grasping one of his gloves. He had actually hit him. Shocked and slightly sore Arthur did not know whether to be furious or impressed. Acting on a bit of both, he took the glove from Merlin, 'What the hell was that,' he said. 'Horseplay,' Merlin said, swallowing hard. 'No Merlin,' Arthur said, 'you're doing it all wrong.' He pulled on the glove and tightened his hand into a fist, 'Why don't I show you.' Arthur took Merlin by force below the castle and into a room where he knew they would not be disturbed. Then, gloves on, he stripped Merlin naked and bound him to a device used for torture, and with his fist clutched, plunged his hand deep inside Merlin, pumping his hole with his fist. While it was meant as a punishment, a severe caution against striking his king, Merlin's moans suggested it was not entirely unsatisfying, Merlin even whispering at one point, 'I've missed you Arthur.'
Notes | Not sure who made the gifs. This entry is public as per my new open access policy.
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CHEWYCOMPETITION: THE GOLDENCHEWY
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And the Best ChewyStories Comment for the last chewystories post goes to marki-fungi (tally: 2) for this comment. Keep up the effort everyone (I'm certainly noticing improvement in feedback, so thanks for that), because the final prize is pretty special.
