The Mist and the Lightning. Part 19

“No, well…a little…”

“We don’t age in body, but we grow up just like ordinary people, and his mind is the mind of a person who has passed his life. He’s old inside, he calls us “my boys” himself, and like all old men, he likes young lovers.”

“I love that stern yet loving look of his, when he looks at me like a father,” Nik said, and his hoarse voice became so gentle at the moment when he said this that Kors’ heart beat with happiness.

“I also love Vitor,” agreed Arel,

(Fuck you, Arel!)

“But Vitor has long been fully formed, his life rules and principles have grown together with him tightly, he is full.”

“He has a lively mind,” said Nik, “he perceives the new. I don’t believe my Vitor is hopeless.”

(And Kors was so grateful to him for those words, especially for “my Vitor”).

“Then you need to push harder,” said Arel.

“But he is obedient, he does everything. He tries.”

“Of course, because he has been serving someone all his life. He knows how to do it and has gone far in his career. In the army, in the Black City, he serves the king for many years. He is accustomed to serve, obey the orders of his superiors and carry them out. I’mtalking about this to you. It’s not that hard for him to follow orders.”

(“Arel, I’ll kill you!” Kors thought once again).

“He needs to be tied to a post,” Arel continued, “he is used to serving, but not used to physical suffering, not used to the restriction of the body. You need to lift his hands up and tie him high, and let him stand at the pole on his toes.”

“He will handle it,” Nik said, “I know.”

“Yes, he is stubborn as a ram,” Arel agreed, “but you need to try different options. You know, I’ll come back in the evening and beat him, tie him to a post… maybe this will work.”

(“Arel, what?! What?!” Kors literally yelled in his thoughts). And then he heard Nick quickly say:

“Damn, he hears us…”

And everything collapsed.

Kors jumped up on the bed.

“Zaf!”

Something large, covered with dark brown, almost black hairs, like thick fur, stirred in the corner. It sat there, curled up in a ball and tucked under itself, folded on both sides of the body, numerous powerful paws. Two dark green round eyes stared at Kors.

“I’m here,” said Zaf, “you didn’t get much sleep.”

“I have rested, thanks! Take me back please!”

Kors decided that if Arel was going to leave somewhere and would return only in the evening, he would have time to beg Nik not to do with him what the prince suggested. No matter how, beg mentally, and if Nik closes his thoughts, then out loud, he doesn’t care! But he will convince him that he is not old and that he will change and learn new things, and there is no need to push harder. Arel is wrong, and physical pressure on the verge of human capabilities will only destroy him.

“Zaf, take me back to Nik, please!” he repeated again, he needed to act. Now!

“Yes, Vitor, only you will have to put on the cape again.”

“Put it on me!”

Chapter 13

Once again covering Kors with a cape, Zaf took him back. He didn’t put the hated dildo into him, and therefore Kors moved more cheerfully, especially since now all his thoughts were completely absorbed by the upcoming conversation with Nik, and he paid little attention to reality.

Kors’ hope came true, Nik was alone. Arel had really gone somewhere, probably to the stable, where else could he go? It was a good start. Without saying a word, Nik habitually fastened Kors to the post, and lay down on the bed. The pause dragged on, and the initial fighting spirit of Kors began to disappear. He sat stupidly on the bedspread and didn’t know how to start a conversation. What if Nik had fallen asleep? How to call him? Just call out in the mind — “Nik?” How to start pleading? Nik will just tell him to shut up, that’s all. But Kors also had no intention of retreating. “Wait, wait, you need to think about everything… it won’t take long, Arel won’t have time to return. I need a plan. Maybe ask Nik mentally for water? So that he somehow reacts, to check what mood he is in, to get at least some kind of response first…”

Kors darted from one plan to another, not daring to act. In desperation, he covered his face with his hands, literally physically feeling that his skin was dirty. Nik hadn’t taken him to the bath for a long time, didn’t wash his face, and there were those damned glasses on his eyes! And in the evening Arel will beat him up and tie him to the post. “This will never end, I will just die! No matter what I do, they have power and I can’tchange anything. All my hopes are in vain.” Some kind of absolute indifference swept over him, forcing him to abandon all his plans for salvation. Kors slowly removed his hands from his face, lowered his hands, and suddenly he saw! He saw everything around him as if his eyes were open.