Bathing The King

“Then you don't know me, then," Daniel murmured under his breath, and his eyes dropped in sadness. He had been betrayed far too many times, but at that moment his brain clicked on what Lord Israel told him, about how King Lazarus had been through some shitty stuff in the past, and he couldn't help but wonder what Israel meant.

Lazarus heard what Daniel had said, and he noticed the way he looked sad. He was about to ask him about it, but Daniel beat him to it.

Daniel's thoughts raced, and he chose his words carefully. "Loyalty, Your Majesty? It's... standing by those you swear to protect,” he said thinking about his brother who he thought was still in Lazarus’s custody. “And betrayal….” He mumbled, slowly down, "....it's being snitched on by those in power.”

Lazarus's eyes glinted, his smile cold. "Humm, that's a strange explanation. But, what do you think happens when loyalty is betrayed?"

Daniel swallowed hard, sensing danger. "I-I suppose it's punished, Your Majesty."

Lazarus nodded, his gaze never leaving Daniel's. "Punished severely. Remember that. Anyone who betrays or commits a crime that is against my rule will be dealt with. And no one is excluded. I am the power, and I can do whatever I like. I don't call that betrayal, I call it the use of power."

Lazarus's words sent a chill down Daniel's spine. He knew he had to tread carefully.

"But, Your Majesty," Daniel ventured, "doesn't power come with responsibility?"

Lazarus's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting. "Responsibility? Ha! Power is all about control, Daniel." He stepped closer, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "And those who dare challenge my control will face consequences."

Daniel's heart pounded, but he stood his ground. "I understand, Your Majesty," he said. "But doesn't loyalty require trust? And trust fairness?"

Lazarus's expression changed, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "You're bold, Daniel. I'll give you that." He paused, studying Daniel's expression. "Perhaps you're right. Loyalty does require trust."

For a moment, Daniel saw a glimmer of vulnerability in Lazarus's eyes. But it vanished, replaced by his usual cold calculation.

"However, fairness is a luxury I can not afford. I am in control, I can do whatever I like, and no one dares disobey me." Lazarus turned to leave, then stopped.

"Daniel, you'd do well to remember our conversation. To prove how no one dares disobey me, I want to take a bath! And you will wash me, this time wouldn't be like before if you dare to tease me, I will drown you," he threatened with a mischievous smile on his face.

Daniel wanted to disagree but he knew it was pointless, so he agreed with a nod. “Your wish is my command, Great King," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lazarus noticed this but chose to ignore it. He took off his clothes, leaving himself naked in front of Daniel. Daniel quickly covered his eyes, afraid that the king might make him horny and then label him as gay.

Lazarus chuckled, "Ah, shy, Daniel? Don't be. You'll get used to it."

Daniel's face turned red due to his shyness, but he didn't dare look. He heard the sound of water splashing, and Lazarus's voice.

"Come, Daniel. The water's warm. Wash me."

Daniel hesitated, his heart racing. ‘What did the king have planned? He had promised himself that he wouldn't be intimidated, yet he was already feeling like a frightened kitten. He cautiously approached the river, keeping his eyes averted.

Lazarus's hands grasped his wrists, pulling him closer. "Look at me, Daniel," he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel's ear.

Daniel's eyes met Lazarus's, and he felt trapped. The king's gaze seemed to bore into his soul. With a gentle tug, Lazarus drew Daniel into the river.

Daniel's hands trembled as he began to wash the king's shoulders. Lazarus's eyes never left his, filled with an unnerving intensity. Daniel felt like a pawn in a game he didn't understand.

‘Was this a test of loyalty or something more?’ He wondered, his thoughts swirling.

As Daniel washed Lazarus's back, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Lazarus's eyes seemed to hold a hidden meaning, a message Daniel couldn't decipher.

"Relax, Daniel," Lazarus whispered, his voice low and soothing. "You're tenser than a bowstring."

Daniel's hands faltered, but Lazarus's grip on his wrists held firm.

"Your Majesty, please," Daniel whispered, "don't make me do this."

Lazarus's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting. "Ah, but I want to. You're fascinating, Daniel."

Daniel's face burned, and he looked away, hiding his conflicting emotions.

‘How could he reconcile his love for the king with the fear that gripped him?’ He asked himself again.

Lazarus's hands slid up Daniel's arms, sending shivers down his spine. "You're shaking, Daniel," he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel's ear. "Are you afraid of me?"

Daniel's eyes met Lazarus's, and he saw a gleam of curiosity. "No, Your Majesty. Why would I be?" Daniel lied, trying to sound calm.

Lazarus's smile grew wider. "I think you are, Daniel. And that's... intriguing. There's no need to be scared, I don't bite, and even if I do, I certainly won't hurt you. You are my cute cure, I can't misplace what I found after decades of searching,” he teased Daniel with a mischievous smirk. Lazarus didn't know why he felt like playing with Daniel, but seeing him so venerable and innocent, made his long prick giggle in joy.

‘Decades of searching? This man is really weird!’ Daniel moaned in his mind, and he felt Lazarus’s hands tightly wrapped around his thin waist. He looked up at him, his gaze getting caught in Lazarus's. Lazarus's eyes looked even more seducing with those thick wet lashes, and he found himself unable to look away.

Lazarus pulled him closer to himself, and by the time Daniel realized what was happening, his body was pressed against his bare chest and his arms were gently wrapped around his ass. Startled, Daniel pushed Lazarus away from his body, but Lazarus pulled him back.

"Let go of me, Your Majesty," Daniel demanded, his voice shaking. He wasn't angry because the king was touching him in a compromising way, he was angry at how good it felt.

Lazarus's grip tightened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, Daniel, you're so fragile. I won't hurt you, I promise."

Daniel was really embarrassed about how he felt by the King's touch, and he struggled to break free. But Lazarus's hold was unyielding.

"Stop fighting me, Daniel. You're making this more difficult than it needs to be." Lazarus's lips brushed against Daniel's ear, sending shivers. "Relax, Daniel. I just want to... understand you,” he whispered seducingly.