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Challenges of the Heart	By : CrazyEyesChick Category: M through R > Merlin (BBC) > Merlin (BBC) Views: 8727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything sadly, the original storyline and its character belong to the BBC. I based my story on its characters looks and basic history in Merlin TV.
P"S GAng rape mention, violence and sexual assaults! be forewarned!

‘YOU little runt!!!...’ one very pissed half naked man shouted as he was slashed across the palm trying to reach Merlin.

Merlin had managed to fend off a bunch of them, barely though. He managed to stay away from those creeps only by his sheer luck as well as his fast reflexes. This was not a very fair fight; Morgana really did not wish him any ways out of this. Warm blood pulsed through his veins, heart beating faster and nervous sweat pouring from his moist skin. Merlin was at his wits ends. He was tired and without his magic; there was not much he could do against 7 aroused men.

‘Merlin, you’ve got to let them play with you. I’m bored. I didn’t expect you to last that long; I’m irritably impressed’ Morgana said, her dress shifted up on her lap, ready to pleasure herself from his rape. A wicked smile appeared on her lips.

‘ Sorry I can’t be as much fun as you thought. My time is otherwise occupied...’ He replied as he continued evading and slashing his way out.

‘ Don’t be such a spoiled sport my dear.’ she pouted, clearly enjoying his torment. ‘ I thought perhaps you had felt alone and unwanted after our...intimate encounter. I wasn’t present for you as much as I wanted...Maybe these men could see to you as I have not,.... A girl’s gotta have some hobbies, no?’

‘You can keep your crazy hobbies to yourself. I don’t plan on being your entertainment tonight, if ever!’

Morgana ignored his last comeback. She nodded to the men to hurry it up, or there would be hell to pay.

He kept his distances, slashing the knife in every direction. He could not keep this up forever, he had to think of something.

‘Wait ‘til we get our hands on ya! You gonna be sorry’ one of the man said.

In all the chaos, they managed to box him in. Their stares were disgusting. His hand was shaking, his grip so hard on the handle of the weapon that his chipped nails pierced his palm, making him bleed.

Seeing no one come to his aid, he started to panic even more. This time Morgana had stopped playing. She had every intent to see him suffer. She wanted to see him break. His face paled.

‘Leave me alone...Just please. Don’t do this!’ he backed away, in real fear. He never thought that without his magic, he wa just as vulnerable a anyone else. This threat was real. He really wished Arthur was here to protect him.
Lost in memories of Arthur, he had forgotten his place. In a moment of weakness, his future rapists saw an opening to disarm him.

Things happened so fast, Merlin never got a chance to evade the grabby hands from the man behind him.

'Got Ya, you little slim' exclaimed the first assailant

'Argg..' screamed Merlin, dropping his only means of protection on the hard ground.

Merlin was pulled from the back of his loose blue shirt as he screamed to be left alone. The palms feeling all his most intimate parts were intrusive. It made him want to puke his guts out. Roughly, the shirt was ripped by the three burly men on top of him. Shirt tossed on the floor, a hand shot forward grabbing the hem of his already destroyed pants, pulling them down until he was left in his trousers only.

He felt naked and really scared. He had taken care of 2 or three of Morgana's crazed men, but they just would not stop coming. He spared a glance in the Witch's direction who appeared smug and amused at his predicament. Moving his eyes downward, he could see her fingers teasing her own pussy, wet from all the excitement. With a devious look, tongue wetting her dry lips, she hoped to see him suffering. He knew, which made his struggles renew with fervor against the multiple limbs pulling in every directions.

A hairy arm made its way inside his trousers, fondling his balls. Merlin gasps in shock.

'His balls are so soft and hairless, like a virgin girl. Ah! Ahah'

'Fuck, look at him. He's ripe for the taking, just begging for it'

Merin tried to kick his way out, but it became hard to when his arms were pinned down by strong ones.

'I don't want this! Morgana! This is stupid....Haven't you done enough!'

If looks could kill, he would be dead ten time over. The woman's look was ice, promising no escape. Merlin's blood froze his eyes wide in bewilderment.

His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst out on panic. He was starting to lose hope that anyone would come to his rescue. Was Morgana right? Had Arthur really forsaken him to this faith.

' Stop fighting you brat' A large fist connected to the side of his jaw, sending him flying into the arms of the already awaiting monsters.

His focus was momentarily stunned and lost. His vision blurred and reflexes slowed.

The same man said with a nasty smirk, noticing his change in demeanor ' Now that's more like it; no point in playing hard to get. We all know you want our dicks in ya boy, hmmm'

‘ I don’t want you anywhere near me you assholes!’ yelled Merlin

His short soft curls were pulled back to allow one man to push his dirty rosy tongue down Merlin’s throat. Merlin’s eyes grew large at the offensive maneuver. His head was held in place, disallowing place for movement. The breath entangled with his was gross. It smelled like rotten eggs. He fought hard not to vomit in the man’s mouth. He was sure he would not like the punishment. His jaw was crushed by thick fingers, forcing him to open his mouth further, preventing him to bite the foul appendage probing the interior of his mouth.

A little drop of salty liquid dropped on the side of his cheek, yet his look did not reflect weakness; only anger and fear.

The men all laughed at him.

‘Ahaha! Not so brave now that we have you pinned down’

‘Pl...eash..hmmflet ...ah’ He tried to speak, but it all came out muffled. All he could do for now was buck his hips, which only got his surroundings more aroused.

His rosy cheeks could not hide his embarrassment as he felt himself harden involuntarily. The hands down his trousers, pulled hard at his semi hard length. A thumb smeared the already gathering pre-come on top.

‘Shit! He likes this!’ the man removed his hand as if burned, smiling wickedly.

‘ Really? Man, I wanna see him, here..’

The discarded sharp blade made its way into Merlin’s trousers to cut away its soft fabric, thus removing any type of protection Merlin had against those monsters!

As much as he did not want Morgana to see him break, he could not help the shouts escaping his chapped lips. They were bruised from the previous assault.

‘HELP...God...Please...Morgana..Make them stop..Help me please!’

He could not see her with all the body hovering over his frail form, but he hoped his pleas could reach any part of humanity left in her.

Morgana could not care less. In fact, all it did was make her hornier. She scoffed.

‘ Help?’ she echoed ‘Where were you when I asked for help, uh?’ She was still bitter, not relenting the betrayal she had suffered at his hands.

‘ Morgana..’ he pleaded, squirming against the unwanted touches. He whimpered: ‘I..cared for you...I only did what I thought...was best.. God..Forgive me, please.URG!’

His body jerked as a dry finger made its way to his puckered hole, teasing around.

Morgana could not stop herself from grinning at his facial expression. A mix of helplessness and...shy arousal. Merlin’s pleading voice filled her delicate ears like beautiful music.
She saw it before, when she had him. His pain, his terrified voice did unspeakable things to her body.

Her magic was boiling inside her, her skin hot to the touch. Her long fingers played with her folds until they pierced her. Her head thrown back, lost in a haze of pleasure, although she was starting to get annoyed by his pleas for help.

‘Why is he still talking?’ she addressed her compatriotes.

The men quickly caught on to her meaning, and smirked back at her. It was no mystery all the men fantasized about Morgana’s beauty. Morgana knew the affect she had on her soldiers; perhaps one of the reasons why she still had males gathering for her cause. She had sicked them on him, knowing full well what had transpired between the two magicians before. On his stay, he had the opportunity to witness some talks and whispers. Some wanted to get back at him for having their lady’s attention with physical force while others wished to enjoy what he had to offer that rendered their lady so loose in pleasure.

When an engorged prick was shoved in his face, he faced away immediately.

‘Get that ugly shit away from my face’ he screamed, shifting his head from left to right.

‘Didn’t you hear our lady? She wants you to shut your mouth! ’

He was punched right in the gut, knocking the air out of his lungs. His arms couldn’t even protect him from the incoming blows. They started to become numb from being kept in the same position above his head for so long.
Two hands grabbed the sides of his face, while another man tried to force his repugnant dick into his mouth.

‘I swear; if you put that in my mouth, I will bite it off’ he said before shutting his mouth shut

Looking at each other, they came to a silent agreement. Merlin did not like their silence nor their vile expression.

‘I warn you. Take it in, or face the consequences. Either way works for us’ warned the one above him.

That made him rethink his strategy. His body was held back by three very naked man. He was kind of glad for his head restrained as he was kept away from all the aroused lengths around him. His ears were assaulted by the squishing sounds of eager hands pumping their flesh in earnest. The scent of sex and arousal flared through his nostrils. Looking defiantly at the man straddling his chest with his red leaking dick in hand, he remembered that regardless of the outcome, he would be screwed either way. His glare hardened, making his mind; might as well go down fighting!

‘ Fuck you!’ he said through gritted teeth.

‘Don’t say we didn’t warn ya!’

Merlin barely had time to register what was to follow until he heard a sickening crack of bones and a loud anguish scream in the air. His own.

‘AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH’

A foot brutally came in contact with his sharp jaw, easily breaking it under its weight. He cringed in pain. Unbearable pain shot through him. His tears now running freely down his cheeks. Unprepared for the assault, he choked as he received a wet erect phallus in his moist cavern.

‘FUCKKKK….His mouth is so lax and warm...’ groaned the man currently fucking Merlin’s mouth.

‘I’m gonna cum from just the sight. He was made for this!’ said another one as he pumped his meat faster in time with his friend’s hard thrusts.

Eyes closed shut, Merlin tried to breathe. Dark pubic curls pushed into his nose every time the man’s cock hit the back of his throat, preventing easy access to the much needed air. His mandible bone hanged loose only sore pulled muscles keeping it in place. He ached everywhere. His mind was on fire, in agony.

‘No one deserves this..’ he thought as he was abused.

As for the person orchestrating this, she was in ecstasy at the scene before her.

‘Hmmf..I should keep..ah.ah.you around for when I defeat my stupid brother...god’ she pushed her hips into her own hand. Her other hand handled her erect nipples, pinched between her long nails, excited by her virile man manhandling her pet. Her so beautiful pet.

Merlin’s heart shattered. His will to fight was suddenly slipping.

‘Shit..I wanna turn inside this bitch’s heat.’ voiced an sexually frustrated man in a snarl.

‘You know..damn...we can’t fuck...’ replied the man shoved deep in the wet entrance.

At this point, Merlin’s face was covered in tears, sweat and saliva running freely from his mouth. His gag reflex was tested as the man’s shoves were unrelenting. Gurgles only went past his lips

‘Not his ass! His mouth you dimwhit! I know only ‘Him’ can have the privilege’ interrupted the man

‘I can’t man, I’m too close to cummin, but...’ He paused, smirked at the sudden devious idea that popped into his evil brain ‘ I’m sure there’s enough space for the both of us’

They stared at each other, ending the argument. It didn’t take long until another penis pushed past the resistance of his slack jaw provided.

The boy’s eyes expanded at this turn of events. One dick was hard enough to accommodate, but two was out of the question.

His blue eyes pleaded for them to stop, but they ignored him. Instead, the other man slid effortlessly inside, joining his companion’s pleasure. Both cocks were thick and massive, he was scared he would choke to death. Breathing was difficult. He was lost in a daze, not feeling so much anymore.
Grabby hands kept feeling every inch of his naked skin. Fingers twisted his sensitive little buds on his torso so hard that the skin cracked under the force, leaving red scars in its place. Luckily, his dick was left alone; Aside from the occasional adventurous fingers teasing at his entrance; his ass was safe. From now, only his mouth was taking the brunt of it.
‘His face is all flushed from all this fucking, right boy?’

He closed his eyes and try to voice his opinion that he in fact, did not enjoy a minute of it. It only came out as pathetic whimpers and sounds.

‘Hft..ar..gah..hmmnooo...ahhhmmft’ he was so tired, he felt himself been dragged away to unconsciousness. A few taps to his cheek brought him back to this personal hell.

‘ Hey, Where’ you goin’? We’re not done yet’ said the guy with his thick cock slipping back and forth in comfort.

*****
Morgana watched this unfold like a theatrical scene. A part of her slightly felt jealous at Merlin’s downfall at the hand of her henchmen. Her plan for Merlin was near completion; she was aware that even with all this his mind would come back to the solace of Arthur’s image. A building pressure flared in her abdomen. She was close, her focus imbedded in her pet’s discomfort.

‘Argh...hmm..See what you do to me Merlin...’ she said in the air, her fingers plunging into her heat, scissoring inside her, building up towards her climax. ‘ Always your fault...always...in...my..way...YES!’ she came with her fingers still inside, squishing noise echoing in the room. Her body’s tension left her, replaced by warmth and pleasant sensations. She slumped down her throne, enjoying the masculinity and the debauchery before her. She was seriously thinking of keeping this boy as her whipping boy. He was truly captivating when tortured.

As if to mimic their queen, the hard men plunged faster, nearing their climax as well, making their captive gag, choke and struggle more. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his own skin; Merlin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head in overload of sensations. His body tensed as he felt the organs in his moist cavern twitch and pulse in time with Morgana’s climax.

‘Fuck Yeah..I’m cumming..shit!’ groaned one burly naked soldier. Hot sperm flooded his tasting buds and his throat. The pulsing member came in hot little spurts, shooting his heavy load in the forced mouth. The other man came soon after the other, adding more semen in Merlin. The foul taste got to him. He forced himself not to swallow anything, even if his mouth was full of come, little drops dribbling to the side of his broken jaw to his bruised torso.

Both men retracted their penises from him, replacing them with a large hand covering his full entrance.

‘Swallow!’ screamed one of them, while another hand poised itself on his neck, cutting his air flow. The promise of pain was asserted when the fingers gave a slight squeeze.

‘Drink it like the little whore you are!’ the owner of the hand on his neck advised.
‘You should really do has he says Merlin.’ said an uninterested voice from the back of the room. It was Morgana’s. Her head was held up by her hand, like she was bored.

He tried to look in the direction of the voice, but he was stuck in place.

‘ I won’t feed you anything otherwise. You need proper sustenance; otherwise you won’t last very long. It would be such a shame to lose you, don’t you think?’ She idly said, her expression mirroring one of concern.

Merlin struggled internally. He was afraid of retaliation if he did not comply again. Closing his eyes in submission, he allowed his throat to accept the vile bitter liquid. He gulped it down like he would to a glass of water.

Some men who had not come yet gathered around his debauched body and its pitiful sight.

‘On your knees. Look at us!’ ordered one of them.

He was prompted to his knee by one of his arm, which he tried to pull away from the grip. Strangely, he stayed still grabbing hold of his abused body as if it would protect him. The others stood up and moved faster to achieve orgasm.

Merlin could only stand there; waiting for more semen to paint his skin white. He was grossed out by the sight of such men pleasuring themselves at his depend. How could someone enjoy the pain of others weaker than them. It came as a relief when the remainder of the group tapped their tip to his wet reddened cheeks, dripping their load in his face. The thick liquid reached his eyelashes coating them good.
As the air came into contact with the salty texture, it solidified on his face, shaming him even more. He just wanted to be left alone, hoping that Morgana would pity him: heal his jaw or just kill him.

He slumped to the ground in a thud, exhausted in mind, body and soul. The room emptied out except for Morgana who got up from her chair.

He felt like crap. He had never been humiliated like this before; he never thought Morgana capable of such atrocities. The woman he had learnt to love and appreciate was long gone. She was beyond saving now; like he probably was too. He doubted anyone would ever want him now. Fuck Morgana!

Fingers smelling like musk reached his nose as his chin was raised to stare into green piercing eyes.
He cried out in pain as bones cracked under the grip. He sobbed in pain, his arms keeping his weight up to avoid in strain to his hurt front. He had almost forgotten he was completely nude in the middle of the room.
‘Merlin.Merlin.Merlin’ she tsked ‘ look at you; such a mess. If only Arthur could see you now, he would be repulsed’

He answered with a growl as he could not speak unless he wanted more pain.

With a mocking gasp, she invoked her best fake smile ‘ What was that? Oh!..You poor thing, I’m afraid my guys have been quite rough on you’ She patted his face lovingly ‘Would you like me to fix this for you?’

His eyes lit up. Throwing caution out of the window, he nodded. Whatever Morgana planned, it would not be worse than this.

‘Bow to me. Kiss my foot, and I will heal your jaw’ she stated with venom.

He was distraught. Merlin felt shame for thinking such a thing, but he was hurting so bad. He lowered his head to the ground with hardship. His body was trembling like a leaf in the wind, but managed to balance himself on his palms. His lips pressed lightly on the top of her soft white flesh of her foot, remaining there for effect.

Satisfied with his behavior, she chanted a few words in the ancient tongue.

‘Wel cene hole’ she muttered under her breath.

The softness of her voice almost showed concern, but Merlin was not stupid enough to believe such a thing.

The bones snapped back together. The muscles shifted into place, leaving any soreness to the back of his mind. His jaw was now back in working order. He breathed a sigh of relief which was caught by the evil priestess.

‘There! What do you say, Merrlin?’ she said mockingly.

Embarrassed, his hands flew to his middle part to cover himself and looked away.

‘T-Tha..nk y-you...’ he barely whispered.

‘Now, don’t be sad...There’s someone one who wishes to see you!’

S-ssome..o-one?’ stuttered Merlin, a bit curious. Hopefully, she had not captured one of his friends, or worse Arthur. He would die before letting anything happen to him.

Steps echoed inside the hollow room alerting them both of a foreign presence.

‘Ah! Be nice alright! I’ll leave you two to chat! I need a nice bath, you have made me so dirty my dear; those noises you made were..so enticing’ She licked her lips remembering the beautiful sounds and images that filled her mind earlier.

Morgana passed by the other smirking man, but not before kissing Merlin’s temple like a mother would.

The room was very quiet. Only two individuals were inside. It was a bit darker than before as the sun’s light dimmered. The stranger’s face was half concealed by a shadow; Merlin’s instinct screamed at him. He knew this person. Calm footsteps made its way closer, not saying anything. This person made him queasy; all the young sorcerer could do was back away feebly. For every step forward from the other man, a step back was taken.

Once no more steps could be taken, the man’s figure was as clear as day for Merlin to see.
One thing was that if his magic was accessible right now, the human shape before him would have been pulverized. His jaw tensed, anger filled his being, his eyes frowned so dark. The other smug individual could only laugh as the realization hit Merlin’s shocked face.

‘IT’S YOU!’ shouted the weakened young man.

‘It’s nice to see you again Merlin!’ he greeted sarcastically.

Finally, the truth was uncovered. Sir Harold was the traitor Morgana had spoken about. He should have foreseen this. This dark haired knight always hated Merlin, especially his relationship with the soft hearted King of Camelot. It made sense that he joined Morgana’s quest to see her ascend the throne. After all, he had heard rumours when the young woman left that Sir Harold had been affected greatly. This man loved Morgana, it was obvious.

‘HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ARTHUR!’

‘I have done nothing he didn’t do to himself’ said Harold ‘I don’t have to explain my reasons to you’

The man advanced and kicked Merlin down. He was so enraged that his new injuries were ignored. His legs were still weak; he could not trust them to bare his full weight, so he stayed down, glaring daggers at the young traitorous knight.

‘If you think Morgana wants you; think again. She’s a selfish bitch. She is using you and all her other henchmen for her own ends. She couldn’t care less- AHHHGR’ He was grabbed by his shoulders and shoved onto his stomach, while the other man sat on him, one hand at the back of the short haired man, his face pushed into the floor roughly. His movements were restrained. He fought back, hard, hoping to dislodge the heavy weight on his back.

‘Don’t you DARE speak ill of her!’ yelled the knight. Merlin kept twisting under the man’s firm grip. Will you stop moving!? Do you fight Arthur when he asks you to do your...duty?’ he taunted ‘ I bet that’s why he keeps such a low peasant talk to him like that. I heard you have quite a mouth on you, ahhah’

Merlin blushed to his big ears. How could he know this...unless..

‘You were here the whole time I was raped, didn’t you’ asked the warlock ‘You’re the Him they were talking about; who supposed to...to...’ He could not bring himself to finish the sentence. It would make this experience even more real.

‘You are not as mentally afflicted as Uther made people believe. Under this servant routine of yours, you’re incredibly intelligent’

‘I’d take the compliment, if it weren’t coming from a liar. You won’t get away with this. Arthur-’

‘Will do nothing’ he abruptly cut Merlin off. ‘He has given up, you know. I sent him on the wrong path of course, but still, he has replaced you with...hmm, what’s his name..ah yes Georges, was it?’ his thin lips curved into a devious smile.

Merlin’s fierce expression faltered for a brief second. Arthur would not stop fighting. Even if he was still angry at him, he would at least find him to punish him. He would not drop the matter, just like this. They had this bond; this connection.

‘You’re lying. I-I just know it. Once he finds out you have betrayed him, he will kill you!’

‘Once he finds out, he will be too dead to do anything, sweetheart. Now enough chatting, I’ve been wanting to have a piece of your ass since this whole thing started’

Sir Harold started to undress himself slowly. Harold, personally, didn’t lay with men. He much preferred the soft curves of women. Rape was often done as a powerplay. Dominance over someone weaker than oneself was quite arousing. Sir Harold enjoyed power; a part of him also envied this wretched boy for having gotten his lady’s favors before him. He had been the most loyal, while this boy had done nothing but caused her pain. He smirked as he mentally thought of Arthur’s destroyed face when he told him what he had done to his precious servant.

Breathe in. Breathe out.
He calmed himself, coming to grip with was about to happen. His energy level was too low, he felt sick in the stomach, still with the aftertaste of the cum and his head was pounding. His limbs could barely move from the previous rape. His mind was on the verge of breaking, and he would not give the satisfaction to this Judas.

‘Do your worst’ said Merlin, serene.

‘You think you control this’ he pointed to this moment. He grabbed his dick between his fingers, started masturbating. ‘ On your back, hold your knees up to your shoulders, don’t you move’

The boy did not move. Angered, Sir Harold punched him hard. That startled Merlin, leaving him heaving for air. He’d been shoved around, punched and kicked too often to come out unscattered. Judging by his heavy breathing and the taste of blood in his mouth, he had cracked ribs and perhap a punctured lung. Great! He glared at his offender.

‘OUCH! I hope you aren’t like that with the ladies, although Morgana might like it rough...I know from personal experience.’ That earned him another slap to the face. He should really stop mouthing off. Arthur was lenient when he talked back to him, but not this douchebag.

Forcingly, he was pulled down by his ankle. His back hit the floor, skin roughed by the grainy floor, his head knocking the hard ground as well. He was dizzy and unbalanced, which gave the opportunity to Sir Harold to place him as he wanted.

‘ Perfect! Now hold. up.your. legs!’

For once, Merlin did has he was told, but hesitantly. He started feeling a bit exposed. His junk laid bare for all to see, soft and untouched.

‘Now, touch yourself’ ordered the other as he went on pumping his prick to full hardness. ‘ DO IT or I’ll do it for you’

His small fingers grazed the tip of his limp flesh. His own touch was like electricity. He didn’t indulge much in masturbation, but in this context, it was hard to feel excited.

‘Faster! Show me you want this. My fat cock in your dirty hole’ Sir Harold wet his dry lips, getting himself in the mood. He could see the appeal now in bedding a servant like Merlin. He could not begrudge Arthur for wanting this being. Dressed in his too big of a tunic, the boy was not much too look at. Without clothes, he looked like a sacrificial lamb waiting to be devoured. His chest was all flat and toned. Outline of muscles from all the hard work he did at the castle showed. His pants were uneven and his blue irises dilated at the unwelcomed arousal. He looked like a very underage girl who did not hit puberty yet.

Merlin moved his hand slowly, not really reaching full mass. As much as he tried, he blocked. He never really liked Harold, and his body refused to bow down to this men’s wishes.

‘I’m ready, now. What’s taking so long?’ Harold said as he positioned himself near the tight entrance. Merlin panicked when he saw the free palm approaching his most intimate part.

‘Please..just give me a minute...I can’t...’ he pleaded

‘Think of how your prince fucked you for all those years, hmmm’ suggested the excited man

Merlin looked appalled: ‘ We never...He wouldn’t abuse his power like that. I was only his friend’

‘Don’t delude yourself. Friend? Please...why would he keep you around if not to fuck your ass?’

‘Perhaps, because he needed someone honest for once in his life. Not another prick like you Harold’
The name fell from his lips like poison.

‘IT’S SIR HAROLD TO YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I wanted you to touch yourself to make it easier for me to slide in, but forget it’ He aligned his cock with the puckered hole, smudging evidence of his future rutting.

‘What? Wait a minute, you just can’t...you’ll break me in half!’ He gasped at the large rod, pulsating in the man’s grip. It leacked pre come, dribbling down its lenght, veins came out on its side, balls tight. The spit on his ass was the only warning he got, before he felt his ass forced open.

‘AHHHHHHH’ his throat was sore as he screamed ‘ STOP..It won’t fit..It hurtsss.’ he hissed as the pressure doubled to get inside his tight heat. The pain was excruciating, worse than what Morgana had subjected him to.

Even Sir Harold had difficulty to breach his internal walls, his face contorted in discomfort.

‘Fuck..You’re so tight...I’m tempted to think the King never had a shot at you!’ His penis’s forehead skin pushed back too much, causing too much friction to penetrate.

The subdue man bit into his tongue, blood coating his mouth once again. A hand appeared in his face like magic.

‘SPIT!’

‘No.’

‘SPIT DAMMIT!’

‘and I said NO.’ repeated Merlin. At least, the lean muscled knight would not force his way in if he himself would be damaged on the onslaught. Or that’s what Merlin thought, when he saw him take his distance.

He rapidly changed his mind when he saw Harold’s hand grasp a wooden pole. It looked like the handle of a broomstick. Upon closer inspection, it WAS a broomstick. Merlin let go of all pretenses of been fine and strong, dreading the upcoming actions. He crawled away like an infant running from a beating. No...This was inhumane.. He had to get away..Had.to..

‘Oh no you don’t!’ said the dark knight as he ran forward to stop his slave from escaping his fate.
Merlin was lifted upwards by his tummy and prompted to his hands and knees, like a dog. He stilled once he felt a cold, solid object moving up and down his cheeks. He yelped when his asscheeks were hit. Hard. It left a red handprint amongst the already fading scars.

‘Please...I’m sorry..I’ll spit...I’ll be good, just don’t..argggghhhhhh’ he felt it, going inside, dry. ‘shove in it….please..it stings’ he sobbed now. He was humiliated like never before; it made what had been done to him so far like it was a simple task. His eyes clenched shut, his body tense, trying to push the offending object out.

‘Shut up! You asked for this! You look so delicious.’ he pressed harder, now passing the barrier.

‘AHHH..No’ It kept pushing for entrance, until it did. Inches by inches, it disappeared inside his anus.

His ass was clamping hard at the stick; he was too tight. He had imagined his first time to be loving and safe; not brutal and awful. He had to relax, but he could not. Only Arthur’s disappointed face flashed through his mind. He had hoped to have shared this moment with his perfect King.

‘Fuck..You’re eating it right up! You look tighter than any virgin girl I ever had...’

Merlin dropped his head in submission. Harold enjoyed the view; especially his surrender. The pole slid back and forth, slow and fast now. Blood slicked the wooden stick up, making it easier to go in. It caused Merlin to writhe in agony.

After a while, his blood started to rush south to his penis. He tried to will this away, but the inevitable happened. He got hard. He bucked his hips in the air, moving in time with the thrust Harold forced on him.

‘ah..ah..hmm..stop.’he panted, his dick hitting his stomach every once in a while, his balls flapping against his flushed skin.

‘Your blood is all over this, I won’t need any lubricant then.’ the older fellow ripped the pole from the younger man’s squeezing hole. Blood spattered on the ground, on his tights and on Harold’s legs.

Subconsciously, he realized he missed being full. He desperately want to touch himself, get this horrid moment over with. Maybe if he came early, the other would get bored of him, toss him to the side.

‘God...You deserve this.. man like you have no place near a King. Like Arthur as no place to be King!’ He pushed right into Merlin, who screamed at the huge limb probing his insides. ‘You’re too tight...I could come from this...’ he thrusted in a fast pace, loving the friction and the warmth. He got lost in the rhythm. Large palms bruised Merlin’s hips as he was pushed to meet Harold’s heavy dangerous violation.

‘You whore...Say you love my dick in your arsehole..’ he whispered, near his large, red ears. Broad chest to fragile back.

Merlin stayed silent, keeping his lips sealed.
However, all changed when Harold adjusted his angle to hit Merlin’s sweet spot, which made him moan out loud.

‘ Come on, servant…..No one will know, I won’t tell Arthur...Just scream for me! AH’ he laughed as he kept his wild erratic beats.

‘AH..God..DOn’t...y-you love the.s-sound...hmmf fuck..of you’re..ow..n voice..’

His body was in overdrive. His prostate was rammed in hard with every shove. His dick, he was sure, would burst out at any second. His state of mind was foggy; he could not think straight anymore. The motion was getting him sick, like he would throw up.

‘Stop...Please..I.I..I can’t..take t-t-this anymore...It hurts...’

Not relenting, Harold pushed one more time.

‘Tell me you love it.. You love how my hard noble cock feels..Beg me to make you cum, boy’ He knew he had him. Sir Harold, as a fighter, knew that every man involved in combat had a breaking point. He had to congratulate Arthur’s manservant for his tenacity and courage. He knew soldiers that broke for less than that. It made this victory even sweeter.

The young Emrys could not hold back. He hoped he would be forgiven for this. His dick throbbed with the anticipation for release.

‘I like it..P-p-ple...ase’ A soft voice pleaded

‘Hmm?’ Harold enjoyed the power he held over this being. It felt that by owning him right now; he was having control of some part of the recent King’s life.

‘Make..me...cum...I can’t...stand this any..more’ He sobbed, slave to his own body. ‘ I-I want your seed in me...please...Don’t ..stop’ he huffed and moaned, his face looking straight ahead, at the blank wall.

Sir Harold’s grin could not have been bigger than it was now. His pace grew frantic now, grabbing every patch of skin he laid hands on, pulling the boy closer. Harold could see the boy holding himself on one forearm, while the other pulled at his own length.

‘Ah.Ah..AH.. More..Yes….I’m close….Don’t….AHH’ Just like that, Merlin’s torment ended as he released a thick rope of cum onto the cold ground. His head sunk, witnessing his body’s betrayal. To accelerate the process, Merlin rocked his hips in time with the set rhythm to make the man finish.

As he came, the walls closed in tighter around the pounding hardness, leaving less room to maneuver for Sir Harold. Happy with the boy’s demise, his balls grew higher and his dick ready to explode. In a frenzy, he roughly manhandled the boy on his side, lifting one leg up over his own shoulder and ramming in once again in the welcoming entrance.

All Merlin could do for now was take it, staring at the ceiling, wincing at every harsh shove.

‘I’ll fill you with my cum.ah.ah...damn...you’re tighter...Take it all’ He finished his last words as he came deep within the boy’s anus. He made sure to milk everything inside the boy. The boy cringed as he removed his now soft phallus away from him. Merlin didn’t move from his spot, like in a trance. His breathing was ragged and heavy. His frail chest was black and blue, red gashes and scars adorned his tights, and his face was swollen. Spreading the boy’s cheeks revealed the noble seed that dripped from his asshole. It squished as the load made its way out.

‘You’re no good for anyone now. Just a pathetic soiled servant; the false King would not dare look at you now.’ he chuckled darkly.

That was the last straw. As everything came back to him: memories of his assault by Morgana’s grotesque men, his intimate liaison with the witch as well as this moment here, his stomach could not hold anything back anymore.

Bile rose up to his throat to empty itself on the floor: mixing semen and bile together. Such an unattractive sight repulsed Sir Harold, alas he remained at a distance until the boy was finished.

Merlin’s eyes were dry just like his throat. He was too tired to stand. Whatever was left went away with his will to fight. He just..wanted to fade away into nothing. All that he had was the vague image of his Arthur. He weeped in silence as he lay in the pool of his own shit. The horrid smell was enough to make him sick again, but he schooled himself, hoping Harold would leave him to die here. At least, if the man was here; he was not hurting his friends.

‘You’re disgusting. Why Morgana does not want to put an end to your miserable existence is a mystery to me, but know that she is not done with you yet’ He smirked, his foot nudging Merlin on the side.

‘G..o ...away..’ grumbled Merlin, curling on itself, shielding him away from oncoming harm.

‘I’m not finished, lift yourself up’ The man grew impatient at Merlin’s inability to move ‘NOW’

Merlin sighed, weak, not even sure he could manage such a feat with all his injuries. ‘I can’t’ he said when he realized his legs would not budge.

‘Open your mouth’ ordered the now half dressed man.

The feeble boy looked confused, but tried to comply afraid of been injured more. He would not survive more. He had to survive, to protect Arthur.

‘Hmm.. Well, that was good. I thank you for this.’ he said, and as if remembering something important

‘Oh! I arrived here so fast I forgot to go. Better now than never, especially after a good fuck. No better way to clean the system, right boy?’

Merlin caught on fast on the word's meaning. NO, he thought, He could not mean...Please let him not mean what I think it does, he prayed inside his head.

His fear was real as he felt a stream of warm liquid hit his face. The harsh stare from above made him stay still, afraid to close his half open mouth in retribution.

Harold was emptying his bladder on Merlin, using him as a live chamber pot. Merlin’s eyes closed once in a while when drops came close to his eyeballs. The man aimed the stream of urine towards the servant’s gaping mouth wearing an evil smirk. His salty droplets of anguish mixed with the yellow gush onto the rest of his body and wounds. The acidic liquid burned into his flesh. His dark curls smelt like shit, literally. At this conjecture, the manservant to the King was outside his body, removing himself from the pain.

As Harold left him, he could only weep in silence at his predicament. Morgana was really close to breaking him, he could tell. He was welcomed by the darkness that slithered near the corners of his mind to bring him the peace he needed to recover. As alone as he felt, his magic stayed with him even if he couldn't use it. A layer of protection on his soon crumbling mind.

To be continued chapter 18….
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