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"Are you afraid uncle?" Arthur asked taking a step forward.
In response, Vortigern backed away until the edge of the wooden table behind him pressed against his thighs.
"What is it? Come here, come on."
Arthur's tone sounded strangely gentle, but the way that massive body loomed over the thinner one seemed to say the opposite.
Something passed in the eyes of the blond man, Vortigern saw it and tried to climb over the table, but before he could move, a hand gripped his jaw, calloused fingers digging into his skin preventing him from moving.
"Look at me when I talk to you." Arthur hissed, bending his face at the height of the shorter man.
Vortigern shook his head trying to free himself from the painful grip, but this stirred up whatever was going through the young king's mind at the time.
Arthur wrapped his large hand around the former ruler's throat, running his thumb against the Adam's apple, a threat of how easy it would be to close the air supply.
"I'll ask you again" Arthur smiled "Are you afraid?"
Vortigern shifted his gaze to something to his right unwilling to answer.
All five of the fingers he had around his neck locked in a tight grip, the next moment he couldn't breathe. He choked trying desperately to let the air in and when he felt the ground give way under his feet, he grabbed Arthur's arm with both hands scratching it with his fingernails to convince him to let go.
"Shhh, shhh, it's fine." Arthur whispered, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of the spasms that the other man's throat was making under his hands.
The sound of muffled gurgling filled the room, it seemed that things would be over, then Arthur let go.
When his feet hit the ground, Vortigern could not stand on his legs and fell to the ground, in a heap scattered on the cold stone floor. A new noise replaced the previous one, it was that of the sharp cough that shook the whole trembling body of the older man.
"Get up." Arthur was still smiling.
Vortigern tried to crawl on the floor, his nephew laughed at him and interrupted that pathetic escape attempt by reaching down to grab the fabric of the shirt he was wearing with both hands and put him back on his feet.
The former ruler was not yet able to keep himself straight, his eyes continued to show mere spots and a spinning room. So when he found himself forced to stand on his legs, he lost his balance and landed against the chest of the new ruler, his hands wandering to find a foothold.
Arthur grabbed his waist with his hands to make it easier for him.
"You are thin."
Vortigern's eyes widened and a jolt shook his body as his hands clasped around his waist began to wander. Arthur thrust his fingers into the flesh below, tried to join the fingers of his hands on both sides and groaned when he almost succeeded, his hands looking so big on his leaner body.
The former ruler shivered and made a disgusted expression when he realized what had caused that groan.
"You're disgusting." Vortigern said wrinkling his nose.
"You know, that makes me think" Arthur rubbed his thumbs in tight circles on the other's hip bones "I may have found a good use for you."
The shorter man tried to free himself from the grip that time with more motivation, but once again he was put back in his place.
"Here's what we'll do."
Arthur whispered. One of his hands slid along the chest of the former sovereign to his face, with two fingers squeezed his chin and tugged him forcing him to look into his eyes.
"You'll get down on your knees and suck me."
Vortigern opened his mouth to protest, but of the words he wanted to say, nothing came out. He couldn't believe his nephew thought he would.
"You are sick, disgusting, degenerate-"
His litany of words was stopped by those big fingers that pressed against his face trying to cause him pain.
"Now, now, look at your mouth" Arthur smiled and that alone was enough to make the older man nauseous "If you let me fuck you pretty mouth, you won't have to lean over that table and let me fuck something else."
A hand on the older man's shoulder brought him down and as the bones of his knees hit the hard stone, the jolt of pain made him shiny again.
He glanced frantically at every point he could see, until he landed on a pitcher resting on the cabinet across the room.
He decided he had to move. He took advantage of the moment when the other's hands were busy with his pants, to crawl to the side and rush into the pitcher, or at least that's what he thought would happen.
The reality was quite different. Vortigern was so weak and exhausted from the fight a few hours ago that when he tried to stand up, his legs buckled under his weight and he fell to the ground.
"You know what? I think I've changed my mind."
Arthur said. Then with both hands he grabbed the man on the ground to put him back on his feet.
Vortigern let himself get up, but when his also crashed against the wood of the table and his back pressed against the chest of the man behind him, he threw a punch that hit his nephew in the face.
He smiled with satisfaction before a large hand grabbed his neck and pushed him down onto the table.
Arthur behind him grunted and spat a mixture of blood and saliva in his face "Be quiet."
"Get your hands off me, you make me sick!" The former ruler hissed pressing his palms against the flat surface below him to stand up, but that same hand gripping his neck held him down.
"I just want to get to know you better."
Arthur let go of his grip only to grab his wrists and squeeze them with one hand on his lower back.
"Unhand me!"
Vortigern realized that a grandson's hand was working on his trouser laces. He refused to scream or give him any form of satisfaction when he felt them being abruptly pulled down to mid-thigh.
"What do we have here?"
Arthur seemed to be amused.
Vortigern froze and dared not make a sound as two large hands slid down his pale thighs to the curve of his buttocks, each clutching a handful of cheeks and pulling them apart to look at what was hidden in between.
"My God-" Arthur groaned running a finger over the small wrinkled part.
His uncle him couldn't know, but even though he was trying not to show how it was affecting him, he was shaking like a leaf.
The blond circled the hole a couple of times, walking along the edge, then pushed his thumb forward.
"Arthur-" Vortigern hissed, tightening around the finger that had hooked him.
Arthur dipped his finger until he could no longer see his appendix, completely buried in his uncle's ass, moved it a few times before retreating.
He kneaded those pale little cheeks in his hands, then pulled them apart and bent down to spit in the middle.
"Arthur-" The older man shivered as saliva ran down to his balls "What are you gonna do?"
"Don't be stupid uncle."
Vortigern felt the tip of something hot and thick settle against his hole and when he felt it throb, he released one of his hands and opened a palm against his nephew's stomach.
Arthur pushed his pelvis forward "You know what I'm gonna do to you."
Vortigern tried to scratch the tight skin of Arthur's stomach, when he felt the tip of his penis get caught in the edge of his hole "Don't do that! I'll tear!"
Arthur leaned over to press a kiss on the neck of the man who looked worried for the first time "Wouldn't that be nice?"
Vortigern closed his eyes and sank his teeth into his lower lip, sobbing in pain as his nephew pushed forward and buried himself inside him to the balls.
He felt he was being tense in a way that shouldn't be normal, he was sure that huge cock would split him in half.
"Fuck, you're tight-" Arthur grunted.
He pulled back until only the tip was left to abuse that little gaping hole on his cock, moved his hands to his tight waist to find a better grip and then pushed himself forward.
Vortigern let out a howl of pain as that huge cock filled him again "Arthur, no-"
"Pray" Arthur pulled back again and spat on his cock, the spit would have facilitated the passage "Come on. Pray."
The older man scratched the table with his fingernails, he could feel that huge thing moving in his stomach "Please"
"Please what?"
"Please don't do this-"
"Try again."
Arthur looked down to look at the man with the wide-eyed tears, choking as he tried to piece a sentence together.
"Please"
"Beg me to fuck you."
Vortigern gritted his teeth and held back the retching that burned in his throat "Please fuck me."
His nephew smiled "What a good little whore, just for me."
Arthur dug his fingers into the little flesh that was on those hips, sank shallowly one last time, then began to push seriously.
Vortigern had thought that he could survive what was happening to him, but when Arthur wrapped his arms around his chest and pulled him over him impaling him completely on his cock, he knew he couldn't make it.
"I don't want this, ple-"
"How many lives did you take? How many begged you?"
Vortigern tried to put his toes on the floor, but the cold sweat made him slip every time, it was all in vain.
"How many have you spared?"
Arthur hissed in his ear, changed his grip on him, with one arm he lifted his thighs to keep him off the ground and left the other wrapped around his torso, so he didn't have to worry about the other trying anything.
Vortigern tilted his head back and rested it on his nephew's shoulder, with blurred vision, limbs reduced to jelly, the only thing he could do with him was relax and let himself impale on Arthur's cock.
"Not.a.single.one! that's how many!" He hissed the blonde tightening the grip he had on the other man's body.
Vortigern must have passed out at some point during the assault, because the next thing he knew was that no one was holding him and he was lying on his stomach in someone's bed.
He turned his wrists to check that they were free and except for the hand-shaped bruises, he could move them freely.
He was in pain everywhere, he felt he couldn't move any of his muscles properly. He dragged himself onto his forearms so he could try to sit up, but when he moved, a stabbing pain hit him in his lower back.
He knelt down, eyes closed and jaw clenched to make no sound, the only noise he let go was the heavy breathing associated with the enormous effort he was making.
"Look at yourself."
Vortigern froze at the sound of the familiar voice behind him. He felt something slimy and sticky running from his asshole down his thighs, he had never felt so humiliated in his entire life.
"You make such a beautiful sight."
Arthur whistled in appreciation, pulled away from the wall he was leaning on and walked over, only to press the open palm of his hand against his uncle's back, who tensed under his touch.
"Don't dirty my blankets" the blond leaned over, grabbed the former ruler's chin and forced him to turn his head to look at him.
He pressed his lips to the older man's and then left, closing the heavy door behind him.
Vortigern leaned over to the side of the bed and threw up.