Authors: Sherrilyn Kenyon
“Acheron!”
Both of them froze at Estes’s loud bellow.
Crap! How had the bastard returned so fast?
Because it’d taken two days for Styxx to recover enough to ride. He should have factored that in. More than that, his uncle must have rushed to get back to Acheron.
His brother started to go to Estes.
Styxx grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. “We have to leave. Now! Is there another way out of here?” It was only then that he realized there were no windows for this room.
Before Styxx could move, Acheron shouted. “In here,
Idikos
!”
“Why would you do that to your own brother?”
Acheron gave him a cold, hard stare. “I have no brother. My brother sold me to this.”
I protect myself.…
Wanting to beat Acheron for his selfish thought that came through loud and clear, Styxx covered Acheron’s mouth with his hand, and grabbed him. With no clear-cut plan, he pulled him toward the only other door in the room. It led to a bathing chamber. Styxx tried to pick Acheron up to carry him, but his brother dropped his weight, making it impossible.
Even so, couldn’t leave him here and save his own ass. He couldn’t.
Styxx was still trying to make it to the door on the opposite side of the room when Estes entered from the bedroom they’d just left.
He went cold as Estes’s jaw dropped.
After a few seconds, a slow smile curved his uncle’s lips. “Well, well … what gifts the gods do give us who are faithful.”
Styxx released Acheron and ran for the opposite door, but Estes caught him before he could open it. He slammed him back against the wall with enough force to knock the air from his lungs.
“My little squirrel … If you wanted to stay with me, all you had to do was ask.”
“I hate you! Let go of me!”
In spite of his struggles, Estes pulled something from his purse while holding him against the wall.
“Acheron!” Styxx held his hand out to him. “Help me, brother!”
Shaking his head adamantly, Acheron stepped back and sank to the floor in abject submission.
Furious at him, Styxx shoved at Estes with everything he had. It loosened Estes’s hold enough that he was able to break free. But he didn’t make it far before Estes had him again. This time, he covered Styxx’s face with a rag.
Styxx bellowed and fought, but before he could do much his vision dulled and the room swam. An instant later, everything went black.
* * *
S
tyxx came awake
slowly to find himself tied to a chair. It took him a few seconds to clear his vision enough to see that he was in his uncle’s study. Estes sat behind a large table in a padded chair similar to his father’s throne. But what really pissed him off was that Acheron knelt on the cold stone floor at the right side of his uncle. Completely naked, Acheron had his gaze on the ground. He sat back on his haunches with his hands resting on his parted thighs, within easy reach of Estes.
You fucking idiot!
If Acheron had only run with him, they wouldn’t have been caught.
“So you’re finally awake.”
Styxx lifted his gaze to his uncle. “You can’t keep me here.”
“No? You rode out alone. And I’m quite certain you didn’t tell your father where you were going. I know you damn sure didn’t tell him what you intended to do once you got here. Even if he did know where you were, all I’d have to say is that you left and that I have no idea what happened to you. You’re a prince. Any of your father’s rivals or enemies would love to lay hands on you. For ransom. Torture … and other things. You have no idea how much money a prince is worth on the market.” He smiled as if the thought warmed him through and through. “Especially one so young, pretty, and fair. Blue-eyed blonds are the most valued of all, even when they’re scarred and used.”
Estes reached for a sugared fig that was in a small dish on his desk. He cradled it in his palm then held it out for Acheron. Cupping his uncle’s hand, Acheron took it into his mouth, and gently laved Estes’s palm and suckled his fingers.
The sight disgusted Styxx.
“Because of your arrogance and actions, you leave me with a bit of a dilemma.” Estes pressed his thumb into Acheron’s mouth so that his brother could suck on it in a manner that let Styxx know fast his brother was extremely skilled with using his tongue to please others. “Tell me, Styxx, do you know what
erotiki sfairi
are?”
Sex balls? That would be the closest translation. One that made him fearful of answering.
“I’m going to wager that you don’t.” He pulled his hand back. “Acheron, open your mouth and let your brother see yours.”
When Acheron obeyed, Styxx feared he might vomit. Down the entire center of Acheron’s tongue was a solid line of small silver balls that had been pierced into it.
So that was the pain that had caused him to be “treated” in the temple.
“Do you know what they’re used for?”
Styxx glared at him. “I think I can guess.”
Estes gave him a cruel, taunting smile as he pulled the hem of his chiton up until he was completely exposed to Styxx’s gaze from the waist down.
Styxx quickly looked away as bile rose high in his throat.
“Acheron? Let us show the prince what you can do with your jewelry.”
Styxx slammed his eyes shut as Acheron rose up on his knees and leaned over his uncle’s chair. He didn’t want to see this. But he couldn’t close his ears while his brother pleasured his uncle.
“Stop!” Styxx roared as he fought against the ropes that held him tight.
But neither took mercy on him, nor did they stop until Estes was fully sated.
His uncle drew a ragged breath then laughed as he stroked Acheron’s hair like the fur of a beloved pet. “How I’ve missed that sweet mouth of yours, Acheron. I’ll raise the price on you come the morrow. While you’re well used for your tender age, you are also far more talented than any I know. Now go … prepare yourself for your next patron.”
Without a single word or any protest, Acheron rose and obeyed.
Horrified, Styxx tried his best to blot all of this out. Why had he even tried to save Acheron from this? His brother seemed so content and receptive. How, he had no idea. He’d rather be dead than submit to such an animal as Estes or live such a life.
Getting up, Estes moved to stand by his side. He grabbed Styxx’s jaw in a fierce grip. “Look at me, boy!”
He opened his eyes.
“I know what you’re thinking. You would
never
stand to be treated thus. You’d fight until you died. After all, you defeated me when we fought in the arena. You could defeat me again. But I think I shall teach you a few things just so you know exactly how powerful you really aren’t.” He tightened his grip so that his fingers bit into Styxx’s jaw. “First, when you won against me, it was in a fair fight with rules of combat. In real life and war, there’s no such thing and I
never
fight fair. But I will give you a chance. You make it from here to the front door and I will free both of you. I’ll even do better than that. I’ll give the two of you an escort with fanfare home to your father’s loving arms. All you have to do is make it to the front door.” He cut the ropes holding Styxx.
Knowing it was a trick, but with no idea how, Styxx bolted for the door. The damned thing was locked. He fumbled with the latch. Before he could free it, Estes grabbed him.
Styxx elbowed him in the stomach.
Estes lifted him from the waist and threw him on the ground. Rolling, Styxx shot to his feet and tried to reach the sword that was on Estes’s wall. Estes caught him at the waist again and wrapped his entire body around Styxx’s. They fell to the floor. Styxx did his best to break the hold, but it was impossible.
Worse, in this position, he could feel Estes’s hard erection against his hipbone.
His uncle pressed his hand to Styxx’s neck, just under his jaw. He choked as his breathing was cut off. His ears buzzed.
And as he passed out, he felt his uncle lick his throat. “You think you were fucked before, little squirrel? You’re about to learn lesson two.”
October 22, 9533 BC
His head reeling and his body aching as if he’d been run over by stampeding horses, Styxx came awake to find himself facedown on a bed with black sheets. There was a huge fire roaring just across from him along with four braziers. He started to move then realized his arms and legs were secured to the bedposts by the same kind of gold rings Acheron had worn.
He now had an identical set of bands on his wrists, ankles, biceps, and neck.
Furious, he snatched as hard as he could.
“Stop before you hurt yourself.”
He glared at Estes as his uncle neared the bed with a small tray. Setting it down beside Styxx’s hips, he slid onto the mattress.
Styxx tried to insult him, but he had a gag in his mouth that prevented it.
Estes poured a thick milky liquid onto his fingertips. Once they were well coated, he slid them into Styxx’s rectum.
Styxx screamed out in protest.
“Stop!” Estes snapped again. “I’m trying to teach you how to tend yourself on your way home. Believe me, you’re going to want the numbing gel, especially since you’ll be riding a horse for the next week, and probably a few other things, too.”
Styxx ground his teeth as tears of frustration and shame welled in his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, the cool, soothing gel did feel good, and it went a long way to making that part of his body not burn and throb anymore.
“That’s it, my royal stallion. Relax.” Estes pulled his hand away then added more gel before he reapplied it to Styxx. “You want to make sure you coat yourself well.”
Next, Estes reached for the red clay pot. He pulled out a small rod and met Styxx’s angry glare. “This is called a suppository. It’s for the pain you’re in.”
Styxx screamed again as his uncle pressed it deep into his body.
“Shh. Stop clenching. It needs to go in far enough that your body keeps it or it won’t do you any good.”
Styxx growled as more humiliation stabbed him.
After a minute, Estes pulled back and wiped his hands off on a small, damp towel. There was an evil, smug glint in his icy eyes. “Now as you lie there in your fury, I want you to note that the last thing you remember is being in my study right after Acheron left. I don’t know if you remember our fight or not, but that was over six weeks ago.”
Styxx’s breath left him as if he’d been punched. Six weeks? No. The bastard was lying. He had to be …
Six weeks
?
“Atlantis has a lot of wondrous innovations. And they excel at medicines and knowledge of herbs and their effect on humans and their emotions and memory. Which is why your pain should be fading right about now.”
He was right. Not even his head hurt.
“The first thing I learned when I was sent here was how to manipulate their herbs and medicines. Just as you have no memory of the last six weeks, Acheron has no memory of your being here at all. Even though you’ve been with him off and on these weeks past, and even though you tried to free him. The last memory he has of his brother is the day we rode away from your palace.”
Styxx was stunned.
“
That
is your second lesson. I
can
take you from your father at any time and own you. You won’t even know that I’ve done it. Nor will you know what’s been or is being done to you. But you will be a willing participant. In fact, I learned a few fascinating things myself that I shan’t soon forget. Such as I can make you suck a cock in less than a day, and in less than two, I can have you begging to be fucked in the ass until you bleed.”
Styxx felt his stomach heave at those words. He was lying.
He had to be.
“I know you don’t believe me. But I promise you, having you and your brother together is one of my fondest memories. And you’ve no idea how much money I’ve made off the two of you these weeks past.… Oh, and just so you know, your most uttered phrase while you’ve been here? ‘Hand, ass, or mouth? Where do you want to come on me, my lord?’”
While Styxx gagged, Estes sighed as if savoring the memory. “Letting you go home is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done. For that, you have your father to thank. So I suggest you treat him with all due respect.” He ran his hand over Styxx’s buttocks. “As much as I love this hot little ass of yours, I know how much you mean to my brother. And I do love my brother. I’d never cause him harm.”
You’re mad!
Did he not know how much grief this would cause his father if he ever learned what Estes had done?
“That’s why I know you’re not going to tell him anything about our time together. Because if I have to kill him over
you,
there will be no one to stop me from owning and fucking you forever. Nothing to keep me from selling you to anyone I choose.”
Estes ran his hand up Styxx’s back. “While I’ve kept you, I’ve been writing to Xerxes and letting him know that you were staying here. He thinks that you wanted to talk to me privately and had tried to catch me before I left Didymos, and that I convinced you to come stay with me here for a few weeks so that we could bond. I’ve told him that I continued your studies while you were with me … and that I have. When next you fuck someone and you realize you have knowledge and skills that leave them begging you to stay with them, you’ll know whom to thank. Were I you, I wouldn’t tell him that, though. I’d say that you were practicing your conversational, economic, and political skills with Atlantean noblemen and princes. Which is true. You have been quite the diplomat as I whored you, and you’ve learned a whole new Atlantean vocabulary.”
Estes leaned forward and bit Styxx’s thigh so hard, Styxx cried out in pain. “You will also tell Ryssa that Acheron is well and happy. And that you had a great time with your brother and with me … which you did. And when next I come to visit you in Didymos, you will receive me and be happy to do so. From now on, like Acheron, you will do anything I ask you to.”
Bullshit!
Estes smiled. “I see that fury, little nephew. But let me show you something.” He left the bed to fetch a hand mirror. He brought it over and lifted Styxx’s hips to show him that all of his pubic hair had been removed. And as disturbing as that was, it paled to what he saw branded way too close to his cock. The words “tsoulus whore” in both Atlantean and Greek. If that wasn’t bad enough, below the words was a smaller version of the slave stamp that Acheron had branded into his hand.