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“Another ridiculous land dispute? This one is the third one this month. Father, I swear at this rate we’ll have to start roping off all of the properties so they know where they lay.” Arthur said, looking exhausted. His father had been running him ragged all a month. With all of the meetings, Keeping up with his training, and now these continuous land disputes. He hasn’t had a proper nights rest in weeks.

Uther shook his head at him. “I’ve heard enough of your whining. All you have to do is ride out there and show them the proper measure of the property line. You know as well as I, That we have the jurisdiction over who owns what. They won’t argue with you. And you’ve had enough training in your life if any of them has the balls to scuffle with you. Now hurry off. The Earl of Kent and his sons Lord Bane and Lord Flint are expected to be here this afternoon to go over opening a line of trade between our two lands. I want you to be back by then to join the meeting. It’ll be good experience for when you are older and doing this yourself.”

”Father I’ve been going to these meetings since I was 12 years old. I hardly doubt that today will be any different than the dozens of other meetings I’ve had to sit through in the last 10 years.”

”I don’t care if you’ve been to one meeting or 100. Be back here by 3pm. That’ll give you plenty of time to do what I asked. While also getting dressed well enough for an official meeting. While the Earl of Kent may not be the highest nobel in the lands. he still holds much power. Power that could help bring a lot more trade into our kingdom.”

Arthur wanted to argue further, but knew there was no use in fighting with his father. The king always got his way no matter how much he pleaded or begged. He gave a small sigh out of his nose. Then bent to give his father a proper bow. “I’ll leave right away. My men are off on a training expedition. but the village is so sparsely populated that I won’t need them.”

~

After the King gave a short nod to give him dismissal. Arthur made his way down to the stables. He noticed, but was not bothered seeing that the stable boys were gone from the barn.  Probably off getting supplies for hay and feed. He would have to saddle and tack the horse himself. It wasn’t that technical of a task, but it was still a pain in the arse. Thats why he normally made Merlin do it. But the idiot had to go and get his arm broken and become useless for the next 6 weeks.

He walked to the back of the stables to go get his solid brown stallion. Bending over to get the saddle out of the storage box in front of the stable door. 

“Well, Well, Well, isn’t it the pretty boy prince?” A voice said it in a teasing tone. Arthur looked up to see where the voice was coming from.

“Who’s there?” He called out looking around. He turned holding the large saddle. Then he saw  two men entering through the open entrance of the stables. Arthur did not recognize them, but he could tell they were from high families. The one on the left with strawberry blonde curly hair and a smug look on his face. The other one with brown hair that went down just passed his ears. Both were dressed in fine and tailored clothes. And walking with the same pompous swagger that you would expect from someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

The older red head tilted his chin up and looked down at Arthur. He was taller than him, but not by much. “They say that the Prince of Camalot has the soft face of a noble girl. But I didn’t believe it till I saw it myself.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes. He was displeased, but knew better than to throw a fit infront of officials. He folded his arms and squared his shoulders to try and match their confident stances. “What do you want?”

The red haired lad spoke up. His tone teasing “Ahh, why such the hurry? We just got here. You don’t want to ruin all the fun do you?”

Arthur raised an eyebrow at them. “Fun? What are you drabbling on about? What fun could we possibly be having in the stables? Unless you’re fond of stepping in horse shit.”

The younger man with brown hair scoffed then tutted. “Tsk Tsk, Such language for a Prince. You’d think your father would have raised you better.”

Arthur’s hand subtly reached for his hip. Mentally cursing to himself realizing he left his sword in the training yard. He tried to not let his thoughts show. “It’s not proper to talk of the king that way.”

The older one laughed. “He’s not our king. If anything you should be kissing our arse’s You’re kingdom has a lot riding on this trading line you want running through our land.”

Arthur looked confused. “Trading line?” He asked crinkling his eyebrows. Only for them to quickly widen in realization. “You must be the earls sons? Bane and Flint if I remember correctly.”

”That’s Lord Bane and Flint to you!” The older brother Bane shouted at him. 

Seeing as the other two men had both their swords and daggers, and Arthur did not. He chose not to rise to their bate. “My father said you were not to arrive till this afternoon.”

Bane smirked and nodded. “We left early. Wanted to see this pretty boy prince that was the talk of the villages. You had all the girls fawning over you when you made a trip to the west a few months back you know.”

Arthur’s gaze floated seeing Bane reach down to adjust his crotch. Then went back to meet the lords eyes. “I apologize, but I must be leaving now. My father has sent me on a task and I must be quick about it.”

He went to walk forward with a saddle, but felt his arm roughly grabbed. He quickly looked up to see Lord Bane had his arm in a vice like grip. Holding him with surprising strength. “You’re not going anywhere pretty prince.” He said in a predatory tone.

Lord Flint shoved Arthur hard  against his back. Making him trip forward and land sideways over the riding saddle. Arthur scrambles to push himself up, but wasn’t quick enough. Lord Flint placed a heavy foot between Arthur’s shoulder blades. Effectively pinning him to the ground. Arthur bucks and thrashed with all his might. He sent an angry look to Lord Bane who was smiling down at him cruelly.

“For the future king of such a giant kingdom. You’d think you’d be able to defend yourself better. I guess all those years of training are going to go to waste.”

Arthur gritted his teeth at the pain shooting from his back at the pressure. “If your plan is to kill me. Enough showing off! If you’re going to do it. Do it like a man.”

Lord Bane laughs as he walked to the wall full of bridles. Picking up one of the long black leather leads. “Now why would I kill something as precious as an untouched Prince. When there are much sweeter things I could be doing to him.”

Arthur’s face dropped realizing what he meant. He started to scramble and kick. To hell with his dignity. He needed to get out of there. 

His struggles were for nothing when Lord bane captured both of Arthur’s hands and tied them behind his back. Then took another bridal and did the same to the prince’s feet. Once Lord Flint saw that Arthur was unable to get up. He took his foot off his back. 

Arthur let out a sigh of relief as the pain left his shoulders. But it was short lived as Lord Flint reached down and unbuckled Arthur’s belt. Then violently shoved down his trousers. Ripping the waistband as he did so. 

Arthur tried to used his knees to push himself up. Only to be roughly kicked back down. Lord Bane took Arthur’s belt from his brother and used it to smack down hard on Arthur’s arse. Leaving a large red welt stretching across his entire backside. Arthur let out a pained grunt at the sting. Trying his best not to scream at the sensation. Lord bane god down on one knee and started to spread Arthur’s cheeks apart. “Good god Flint, look at that hole. It’s as clean as a freshly washed woman. I’ll bet he’ll cry like a baby when we stretch it out and ruin it for anyone else.”

Arthur’s face goes red at their comments. He felt both enraged and embarrassed hearing them talk about him this way. He was a god damn prince! He’ll be king one day! And here they are talking about how pink his arsehole is.

Lord Bane ran a thumb over Arthur’s hole. Testing and teasing pressure on it before sinking in his first digit. Arthur let out a gasp feeling the finger enter him. It wasn’t painful but it was uncomfortable. The dry bluntness twisting and untwisting inside of him. He clenched himself around the finger. Trying his best to expel it. 

This only served to encourage Lord Bane. He pulled out his thumb, only to brutally shove in both his index and middle finger. Twisting them both as he pumped in and out. Arthur began to wither. Then pulled at his binds. Finding them both impossible to pull out of or break. 

As his brother was distracting Arthur with his fingers. Lord Flint undid his belt and pulled down his trousers just far enough to have his dirty unwashed cock fall out. Arthur looked up just in time to have his hair grabbed and roughly pulled back. He let out a gasp of pain. Lord flint took the opportunity to shove his sweaty cock in Arthur’s mouth. Arthur recoiled at the taste. The salt and sourness from it making it to much to handle. 

Lord Flint showed no mercy as he stepped forward and shoved his dirty cock to the back of Arthur’s throat. His hairy testicles smacking Arthur’s chin. Arther’s nose crinkled being pressed into the man’s pubes. 

Lord Flint used the grip he had on Arthur hair and forced the prince to bob back-and-forth on his cock. Arthur chocked out each time he was pulled in. He hardly even noticed when the other man shoved a third finger in him. 

It was almost a full minute when Lord Flint pulled out of his mouth. Arthur gasped for air as soon as he could. Feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Lord Flints cock bounced teasingly in front of his face. Tapping his cheek with the tip of it. Arthur spit was  all over it. Making it wet and glistening.

The two brothers got up and changed places. Arthur flinched at the sound of Lord Banes buckle being undone. He took the same thumb he shoved in Arthur’s arse earlier and ran it across Arthur’s lip. Memorizing the way the pink flash would bounce back into place after each stroke. “I’m going to break you in so nicely my pretty little prince. I’m gonna use you so hard you’re gonna beg your daddy to come back with us.” With that. Lord Bane forced his cock in Arthur’s mouth. Arthur choked for the second time. This cock tasting much worse than the first. He coughed as the cock was pulled in and out of his throat. He tried to adjust by breathing it out of his nose, but couldn’t focus to do so. 

Arthur was exhausted by the time Lord Bane had used his mouth enough to make himself stiff. He laid panting over the saddle. Not putting up half the fight he was earlier. Lord been stood up from his spot in front of Arthur and lightly played with his cock as he walked back to Arthur’s arse. He got back down to his knees and ran his thumb over Arthur’s still tight hole.

”You have no idea how happy I am to be able to say I’m the first one to use this tight little arse. How nice it’s going to be to watch you squirm in your spot during that meeting of our fathers. Knowing I’m the one that made you sore and achy.”

Arthur started to feel his lip trembling involuntarily as Lord Bane lined his cock up. He felt the blunt tip teasing at him. Wiping up and down his crack as it found its spot. Lord Bane spit right at the spot where his cock met Arthur’s hole. Giving the barest bit of lubrication between Arthur’s spit and his. He grabbed onto Arthur’s bound wrist and shoved himself in. 

Arthur let out a shout of pain as he was invaded. No amount of preparation as a skilled warrior could have prepared him for this. Lord Bane gritted his teeth and smiled as he pounded into Arthur. Going just as rough as he did with the princes mouth. 

Lord Flint stepped in front of Arthur and started to masturbate to the scene in front of him. His balls tightening  as the sound of Arthur’s whimpers. He took his hand and grabbed Arther’s chin. Forcing him to watch as he stroked his cock

“Fucking hell I love his arse.” Lord Bane moaned out. Setting both of his hands on Arthur’s lower back to bury himself deeper. “I could have him For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I swear it. Maybe we could ask father if we could stay for a few more days. Spend a bit more time “arguing” this trade line. And use it to keep breaking in this new toy.”

“I’ll have both your fucking heads for this! I’ll have you both hung and your families slaughtered! We’ve done much more to people for less!” Arthur shouted.

Lord Bane tisked at his word. Not pausing his thrusts as he spoke. “You talk as if you have the power in our little situation. Sure your station outranks ours. But you’re in a bit of a predicament now.”

“What the fuck do you mean!” Arthur growled out.

Lord Bane smiled and explained. “Well right now I got my cock in your sweet little arse. There are many things I could do in this position that could ruin you for life. I could use my dagger and gut you like a fish. Or use the handle of the dagger and fuck you with it till you bleed. Plus thing of the ramifications of this. You’ll be known as the king who took it up the arse from some random Earls son.”

He smirked at Arthurs uncomfortable look. ”And if you make us mad in the slightest. I’ll tell our  father to call off this little trade agreement of ours. And it’ll  all be your fault. Your people could lose their livelihood because you were too much of a baby to take it like a man.”

Arthurs chest tightened. He realized Bane was right. He was trapped, and if he did anything to retaliate. It would not only ruin his reputation, but his father’s, and the whole fucking kingdoms. He clenched his teeth so hard they could have cracked. His eyes going up to see Lord Flints face start to contort with pleasure.

Lord Flint pointed his cock directly at Arthur’s face. Pulling it just a few more times until he splattered all over Arthur’s features. The cum dripping from the top of his eyebrow down to his chin. The Prince grimacing feeling the substance stinging his eye.

Lord Bane seeing his brother finish first picked up his speed. Fucking Arthur’s no longer virgin hole with reckless abandon. Arthur started to repeatedly gasp from pain. Almost reaching the point of hyperventilating. Bane reached up and gripped Arthur’s blond locks. Yanking them back as he came hard. Filling Arthur deep enough so that he’d be dripping all day.

Arthur laid weak and sore over the saddle as Lord Bane pulled out of him. He was humiliated in all the ways he could even imagine. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to make it out of the stables ever again. Let alone sit through a fucking meeting with these two monsters. 

He flinched hearing the sound of a blade being pulled out of this sheath. Of course it was a fucking blade. After all they put him through, they would end up killing him anyway? He hoped they rotten hell. Lord Bane took the dagger and elegantly cut the leather binds from around Arthur’s wrist. He knew the Prince was too weak to even consider fighting back. 

Lord Bane took a velvet napkin out of his pocket and tossed it so it landed on top of Arthur’s head. “Clean yourself up love. I look forward to the meeting later, and the days that follow.”

Arthur pushed himself up just enough to watch as the two noble men left the stables. He laid there in his own misery for 10 minutes before he was willing to sit up. His arse hurt more than he could even imagine. As if he were sitting on a single hot coal from a fire.

He used the velvet rag and wiped the white mess off his face. Not daring to wash the cum that was now leaking from him. He didn’t dare wish to bring anything near the swollen area. He looked and saw his trousers were ruined. The waistband cut away and his belt in pieces. 

He left the saddle and the velvet handkerchief on the ground. Then pulled up what remained of his trousers. He’d have to burn them. He refused to run the risk of anyone finding out what happened. 

He took what remained of his pride and walked out of the stables. Putting on a fake look of confidence as he limped his way back to his chambers.

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Arthur took his time to limp back to his chambers. Silently praying to himself that no one would ask about his disheveled appearance. Thank God the halls were mostly empty this time of day. Most of the knights out training in the field, and most of the servants enjoying the afternoon off after finishing their morning chores.

Arthur grunted slightly as he opened his chamber door. Cringing as he saw Merlin scrubbing his floors with a bore brush. Merlin looked up briefly. Doing a double take as he took in Arthur’s appearance. “By the gods, what happened to you?!”

”I fell off my horse.” Arthur quickly came up with as he limped in the room. “Go run me a bath. I need to be cleaned up before I go to a meeting with my father.”

Merlin dropped his scrubbing brush and walked up to Arthur. “Fell off your horse? Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to run and go get Gaius? You look like you’re seriously hurt.”

Arthur went and sat gingerly at his breakfast table. “Just do as I asked and go run a bath. I don’t need to be seen.”

”You’re walking with a limp. A fall from a horse. Especially one as big as that brown one I know you like to ride. Could have knocked your hip out. I have been apprenticing with Guias long enough to know how serious fall injury’s can be.”

Arthur gave him a serious look. Clearly not wanting to be fussed over. “I don’t pay you to ask questions, or to be my keeper. Now go run me a bath before I sack you and have someone else do it.”

Merlin looked a little hurt at his words. He thought that there relationship was more fond than employer and employee. “Right. Give me about 20 minutes. I’ll have it heated up nice and warm.” His eyes went down to see Arthur’s trousers were completely ripped at the hemline of his waist.  “Did you get caught on something? I’ve never seen someone’s trousers get so mucked up from a fall.”

Arthur’s eyes went dangerous. “If you don’t start filling up the bath in the next four seconds, I will throw you out the fucking window.”

Merlins eyes went wide with both fear and concern. “Um, right, Just relax I’ll be back in a minute.”

Merlin grabbed the large bucket that was kept near the wash bath and ran out to go fill it up at the well. Arthur, knowing that he would have a bit of time. Started to contemplate how to avoid the two young lords for the rest of the visit. He couldn’t tell his father about this. They were right. What kind of weak future king lets himself be ambushed by two minor Lords from another kingdom. He’d be lucky if his father didn’t disown him if word ever got out. He already told Merlin that he was thrown from his horse. He’ll have to stick with that story. If he had more than one story floating around, it’ll raise questions. Maybe he could fake an illness. It wouldn’t have been the first time he done that to get out of one of his obligations. 

It didn’t take Merlin long to fill up and heat up the bathtub. Normally Merlin would help Arthur undress. Especially when he was injured. But this time, Arthur was adamant about doing it himself and having some privacy. 

Merlin watched with a raised eyebrow as Arthur pull down his ruined trousers. He saw the streaks of white coding the inside of Arthur’s leg. But he chose not to comment on it. whatever Arthur got up to in his free time was on him. Arthur only saw Merlin as his servant. And Merlin, despite his better judgment. Decided it was best to only do what Arthur asked.

Arthur relaxed as the warm water went over his sore muscles. Leaning his head back so it cradled the edge of the tub. Merlin bent over and picked up Arthur’s clothes from the ground. Raising in eyebrow noticing Arthur’s flinch at the sound of his belt buckle jingling. He folded the clothes in his arms, then looked back to Arthur. “Would you like me to mend the hem of these trousers? They look like they could use some tending to.”

Arthur face went hard at the mention of his ruined clothes. “I don’t want them repaired. Just burn them.”

”Burn them? Don’t you normally donate your old wardrobe to the villages when you don’t want them? These are repairable you know.”

Arthur sat up quickly. The water splashing out of the tub from his movements. “I said burn them! I don’t care if you throw them in a bonfire or throw them on top of the stove! I want them disintegrated!”

Merlin was startled by his sudden outburst. He was really starting to worry about Arthur. But tried his best to maintain his professionalism. “Right, I’ll..Uh.. Get right on that. I’ll be back shortly to prepare you an outfit for your meeting.”

Arthur watched as Merlin quickly retreated from his bathing chambers. He set his head in his hands, trying to hold everything in. His body was sore and everything was becoming overwhelming. 

He picked up a rag that was dripped over the side of the tub and gently went to wash the crusted semen between his thighs. Paying special attention to go gently around his swollen hole. He really wanted to clean everything that was inside of him. But wasn’t brave enough to touch the sensitive area until it had more time to heal. 

He flinched hearing the sound of his door opening back up. Thinking the two lords were coming back for round two. Letting out a sigh seeing it was just Merlin coming back with a towel and a fresh set of his finer clothes.

He slowly got out of the bath and stood on the woven rug as Merlin passed him the towel to dry off. “Do you have my notes for this meeting? I have to be there in about 30 minutes.” He said trying to appear his normal self.

Merlin prepared the shirt and slipped it on over the prince’s head. “I have them on your desk. They are organized by talking points. At least the talking points that your father’s secretary gave me. There shouldn’t be much of a negotiation. The secretary said that the meeting shouldn’t last more than an hour.”

Arthur tried his best not to grimness at the idea of having to stay in a room with the lords for that long. But was happy that the negotiation wouldn’t go on for days as the other two suggested. 

After Merlin helped him finish dressing and combing out his hair. He limped over to his desk to check out the notes. Merlin stared at him with a concern look. “You know Gaius is very discreet. If you’re that embarrassed about falling off of a horse, he won’t go spreading it around like gossip.”

Arthur ignored him and changed topics. He knew if he went to Gaius. He would see The bruising around his back and hips were not consistent with a fall. “Did you have those clothes burned?”

”I did but it confused the hell out of the people in the drawing room.”

”Ignore them. And you’re off for the afternoon. Be back by six. I want my dinner in my chambers tonight.”

Merlin went to speak. then closed his mouth, thinking better of it. Instead he gave a simple. “Yes, my lord.” Then walked out of the room.

~

“You’re late. That’s unbecoming of a future ruler. Especially during negotiations as important as this one.” Uther said as Arthur arrived.

He discreetly held the bruise on his hip as he limped in. “Apologies. I got held up.”

Uther looked over to his wet hair. “Clearly not held up enough for a bath. And why are you limping? Did something go wrong in the village?”

Arthur glanced over to see Lord Bane hiding his smirk with his hand. Then looked over to his father’s eyes. “I got bucked off my horse. I didn’t have the chance to go to the village.”

Arthur saw the two brothers briefly give each other an amused glance. Going unnoticed by both fathers in the room. Uther gave him an unamused look. Clearly wanting to scold him. But not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the other royals further. “Then take your seat. No need to delay the meeting further.”

Arthur walked over and sat gingerly next to his father. The two older men assuming his injuries were from his fall. 

Uther arranged his papers then looked to Earl Blithe. “This trade line will greatly benefit both of our kingdoms. Camelot is very rich in wheat and barley. And the Dragoon Kingdom on the other side of your land is rich in various metals. That we need to make our armor and shields. A trade line right through your land will generate much business to your merchants.”

Lord Bane spoke up for his father. Passing a glance to Arthur. “While it would be good for the merchants. It would hurt our farmers. Having a trail that goes right through their fields could ruin all their crops. Not to mention the cost to our families to buy that land from them.”

Arthur bit his tongue as Lord Bane spoke. The bastard had promised to try and drag out the negotiations that were supposed to be simple and straightforward. And it was clear he planned to go through with his word. 

Uther rubbed his chin as he contemplated. “I suppose that makes since. We could always curb the trade line to go around the farmers lands. And instead of paying the farmers, you could give them a tax cut for the year.”

Earl Blithe gave a nod. “I suppose that makes since. But planing a trade rout like that could take days. If not a couple weeks. We don’t have a map of the land divides. We’d have to send for one from our map maker. It would be at least a week to send someone there and to have them ride back.”

“Well you are welcome to stay here if that is agreeable. This contract is worth hosting you for a few days while we wait for your mapmaker to get back with us.” Uther said warmly.

Arthur turned to him quickly. Losing all his professionalism. “Father! You can’t be serious!”

Uther gave him a hard look. “I think you’ve caused enough discourse in this meeting today.”

Arthur went quiet. Knowing better than to argue with the king. Uther let a sigh out of his nose. Then stood from the table. “I believe this meeting will be adjourned for now. Arthur. Show Lord Bane and Lord Flint to the chambers in the royal wing. I’d like to have a few more words with Earl Blithe alone.”

”The ones near my chambers?” Arthur asked with a slightly worried voice.

”Is there another royal wing.” Uther said in a tone as if wordlessly saying it was a stupid question. 

“I…Yes father.” He said standing and giving a strained bow. Then turning the two young lords. He could tell they were both concealing smirks. He let out a defeated sigh out his nose and spoke “Come with me.”

~

The three arrived in the royal wing not long later. The hallway empty besides the torches that kept the area lit. Arthur felt as if he were walking to the gallows, but his expression didn’t show it.

Lord bane walked to the left of him with his arms held behind his back. “So I see we’ll be here for at least another week. Nice to see we get to have more time to get acquainted with our new allies.”

“And it’s a good thing your ally remembered to carry his sword this time.” Arthur said as a clear threat. 

“There is no reason to rush to violence pretty prince. We merely are just excited to spend more time in your beautiful castle.”

Arthur crinkled his eyebrow. “Then I must ask you to stay in the guest chambers until a guard has the chance to give you a tour.”

”True. We wouldn’t want to happen upon an accident. What happened to you again? Falling off your horse was it?”

Arthur ignored him and opened the door to the guest chambers. The two men following in close behind him. The second the door was closed. Lord Flint advanced on him. Walking forward and giving Arthur’s cock a squeeze through his trousers. Lord Bane advanced from the other side to stop him from pulling out his sword. “Now don’t be so hasty pretty Prince. It won’t look so good on your kingdom to have two dead royals in your guest chamber.”

Arthur let go of his sword, but still jerked in their grasp. “You’ve already had your taste of me. Now let go before I call the guards.”

Lord Flint smirked and he squeezed Arthurs cock tighter. Causing him to fold. “You’ll call out to your guards for help? You mean the grand total of zero guards we saw on the way here. Who will you be calling out to? Ghost?” He chuckled.

Arthur tried to pull away, but was much to weak and sore from their last encounter to fight back the way he properly would. Lord bane took him by his shoulders and shoved him so he was bent over the side of the bed. Arthur kicked behind him. Leading to a hiss from Bane as the young lord was hit in the ankle. 

“You’ll pay for that you fucking bastard!” Bane looked over to his brother. Hold him down while I teach him a lesson.”

Lord Flint did not need to be told twice as he climbed onto the bed and held Arthur’s arms behind his back. Pulling them up so Arthur’s hands sat painfully between his sholder blades. 

Arthur buried his head into the hay filled mattress. The smell reminding him of the stables from earlier that day. He bit his tongue hearing the sound of Lord Banes belt being undone. Bane folded his belt over and struck Arthur in the arse. Leaving a nice red welt under his trousers. Arthur let out a grunt at the brutal stinging strike.

”Aww, did that hurt my pretty prince?” Lord bane teased. “Or are you more offended that I marked up that perfectly sculpted arse of yours?”

Arthurs face went red. “You two will burn in hell for this!

Lord Flint laughed at that. “Do you think you’re the first virgin we’ve had the pleasure to ravish? Believe us Prince. If this is what sends us to hell. We have been on the devils list for quite a while.”

Lord Bane reached under Arthur’s waist and undid his belt. Pulling his trousers down gently enough not to tear them this time.  “My, My, look at that red streak across your arse. It’ll be quite a while till you can sit down without thinking of me.” He teased. “Although I think I left an impression enough last time.” 

Lord Bane slipped the scabbard out of Arthur’s belt. Then used the long strip of leather to bound Arthur’s wrist together. Giving his brother the freedom to let go of Arthur’s hands. 

Lord Flint picked up Arthur’s sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. Looking as the shiny metal glinted in the sunlight. “So this is the famous Excalibur? Shame you have all this power but can’t use it.”

Arthur pulled at his constraints. “If I had it in my hands. I’d run it straight through you.”

Lord Flint put the sword back in its sheath. “Well too bad it’s not in your hand. But we will take you up on that offer to run you straight through.” He said undoing his trousers.

”Haven’t you both already had your fill?!” Arthur spat at them. He tried to stand, but his trousers got caught on his ankles. Causing him to trip and land on his front once more.

Lord Flint chuckled at his attempts. He stroked himself as he walked around the bed. “I think I’ll go first this time. Didn’t get a chance last time to fuck you silly. At least in your arse. Let’s see what all the rage is about.”

Lord Flint walked up behind Arthur. Setting his foot with more pressure than needed on the back of Arthur’s calf. Preventing him from attempting to get up again. Lord Flint bent over and rested his dominant hand just below Arthur’s hip. Using his thumb to stroke the red welt that ran across his backside. “Such a shame you had to be disciplined. Such a pretty arse shouldn’t have to be marked up.”

“If you didn’t want my arse marked up. Maybe you should leave it the fuck alone!” Arthur thrashed. Damn the consequences. He needed to get out of there 

“And pass up the opportunity to fill you the way a beautiful maiden should be? I think not.” Lord Flint said lining himself up with Arthur’s hole. Still swollen and stretched from his earlier encounter. 

Arthur let out a long pained grunt as Lord Flint pushed in him. Squeezing his hands into fist until he was white in the knuckles. Lord Flint moaned feeling Arthur’s resisting hole squeeze tight around him. “Fucking hell Bane, you were right. He’s the tightest I’ve had in a long while.” 

Lord bane laughed. “Perhaps this’ll loosen his stoicism, along with his arse.”

Lord Flint moved his hands up to rest on Arthur’s bruised hips. His cock sinking in all the way to its base. “It’s nice to see that you cleaned up for us prince. Washed yourself nice and clean before round two. Although I bet if I stick my tongue in your mouth. It’ll still taste like my cock from earlier. You did take it quite greedily.”

”The only thing I’ll take greedily is your land after I have my men ransack it!”

”All bark and no bite. We all know you won’t do anything to make your father cross. We all saw the way you coward to him like a proper bitch after a good beating. I bet he keeps you on a tighter leash than anything else in this kingdom.”

“Don’t talk about my father that way! He is the fucking king!”

“And I am fucking the future king. As you can see I could give less of a fuck about your titles. The only thing I care about is splattering you from the inside out.” Lord Flint let go of Arthur’s hips and repositioned himself. He gripped onto Arthur’s hair with one hand and dug his other hand into the princes shoulder blade. Using the momentum to bounce himself into Arthur instead of manually thrusting.

Arthur let out a pained cry at the change from a consistent to a brutal pace. Unable to find a way to fight back against the brutal treatment.

Lord Bane stripped out off his trousers. Tossing them lazily to the floor as he climbed onto the bed. He sat back against the headboard and watched as Arthur squirmed and whimpered. Bane’s cock jumping from excitement without even touching it. He wrapped a hand around himself and started to lazily stroke himself. Not sure what he was enjoying better. Seeing such a high powered man brought down to his knees. Or to see such a pretty face wordlessly beg for mercy.

Lord Flints breath started to pick up as he felt his climax building. His thighs slapping against Arthur, filling him with ecstasy. He let his fingers claw into Arthur’s collarbone as he came inside of him. Letting himself sit inside Arthur while the resisting hole milked out every last bit of his seed. 

Lord Flint panted as he pulled out. Watching with a cruel grin on his face, seeing a glob of his cum dripping out of Arthur’s hole. All of the fight and vigor having left Arthur from earlier. Lord Flint stood up and walked back. Sitting his naked arse on the guest room desk as he took in the scene. His eyes flicked over to his brother whose cock was starting to strain from leisurely stroking. “He’s all yours brother. I do apologize. I did leave a bit of a mess.”

Lord Bane got up from the bed. Letting out a single laugh from his nose. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to clean up your messes.”

He stepped behind Arthur and lined himself up. The slickness of Lord Flints cum making it easy to slip himself in. 

Arthur laid on the bed and took it. He was glad that at least Bane was being less brutal then the last time he was in him. 

Lord bane didn’t take long to find his release. Having only to have thrusted a couple dozen times to fill Arthur for a second time that day. 

After he pulled out. He grabbed the end of the tunic Arthur was wearing and cleaned off the slickness that was left behind. 

They let Arthur decompress for a few minutes. Then Lord Bane walked over and helped him pull his trousers back up. Untying the belt from around Arthur’s wrist. Then passing it through the loop of Arthurs trousers. Arthur’s slowly pushed himself up and noticed the deep bruises that showed on his his wrist. He knew he didn’t have any outfits that would cover that area. He’d have to get creative in order to keep this secret. 

Arthur looked over to the desk to see Lord Flint playing with his sword and scabbard. The younger lord not looking to Arthur as he ran his fingers over the pommel. “Pretty weapons are for those whose skills cannot keep up with their ability to fight. I think I might keep this as a trophy.” He let his eyes lazily drift back to Arthur. He could see the exhausted but panicked look in his eyes. “Oh don’t worry Beautiful. I promise not to break your precious toy. I’ll give it back to you when I think you’ve earned it.” He said with a cruel smirk. “I’m looking forward to this very fun week.”

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Arthur felt himself shaking with each footstep walking the short distance back to his chambers. His tongue swollen in his mouth and his eyes not able to look at anything in particular. He needed some rest and a way to make himself forget what just happened. He felt ashamed of himself. Not only did he let two simple lords get the jump on him once, but twice. He even had his sword on him the second time, but didn’t dare to use it. He not only felt ashamed, but also felt like an idiot. He should’ve kept more of a distance away from them. Should have kept his sword out the entire time. should’ve done something that could’ve prevented this. He let out a shaky breath, trying to not let his thoughts overwhelm him.

He pushed open his chamber door and was relieved that the room was empty. Glad that Merlin actually listened and took the rest of the afternoon off. He didn’t bother changing out of his soiled clothes before going to his bed. He didn’t care about the repercussions of not doing his afternoon duties. He just needed to be somewhere warm and quiet. 

He towed off his shoes and gingerly sat on the bed. Letting out a small hiss as the sting from the belt strike came back to him. He gently rolled to go lay on his stomach. That’s when the smell of hay hit him. The second his stomach touched the bed. His eyes flew open. His brain flashing back to the moment he was shoved over the saddle. He quickly adjusted himself to lay on his side. His heart thundering in his chest. The scene playing out before him. He brought up both his hands and gripped onto the front part of his hair. Holding it securely to try to bring him out of his thoughts.

He laid like that for a while. Trying to convince himself to think of other things. Flashes from both incidents keep appearing in his mind. How they grabbed him roughly and manhandled him like a doll. He grabbed his blanket and pulled it over his head. Pulling his legs up to his chest to make himself as small as possible. 

He took deep breaths to try and even himself. Eventually, the exhaustion took over him, and he fitfully forced himself to go to sleep. His body still shaking and twitching as he slept.

~

Arthur woke to the feeling of a gentle hand pressing against his hip. His mind going to the worst. He reached under his pillow and grabbed the dagger he kept under it. He clenched his teeth and threw off the blanket. The blade instantly going to the person‘s throat.

“Arthur what the fuck!” Merlin shouted backing up quickly. “I was just waking you for dinner!”

Arthur, seeing who it was, quickly relaxed the blade. His uncontrolled breathing giving away his fright. He brought the blade back to himself and slid it back under the pillow. Merlin looked concerned over Arthur’s state. The prince’s skin pale as a ghost. And his normally pristine hair sticking up in every direction. His eyes trailed down to see Arthur’s clothes were in a matching state. Not only was he sleeping in his day clothes. But they looked a mess. The belt full of creases that he’d never seen before. Not to mention missing a few loops on his trousers. Merlin had put that belt on him this morning. He knew for a fact that that was not his work. He looked back up to Arthur’s face. Arthur was never the kind to cry about anything. But he truly looked dreadful.

Merlin knew that Arthur hated sympathy. But he couldn’t help but ask. “What happened? And don’t say it's a bloody horse. I was told you left a meeting to go show the guest to the guest room. Then I find you here looking like you just escaped a dungeon.”

Arthur‘s voice shook as he spoke. Trying to put confidence in his voice that was not there. “I-It was nothing. I..must have tripped or-or stumbled on the stairs.”

Merlin started to look displeased. “Arthur I’ve known you for years. Quit whatever babbling you’re about to say and tell me what is going on. I’ve seen you trip on the stairs. I’ve seen you fall off your horse. Hell I’ve seen you accidentally get knocked out of the window once. Not once have you pulled a knife on me for that. I don’t care if you just think of me as some servant. I at least deserve an explanation for why you almost just killed me with your blade.”

“You don’t fucking deserve an explanation for anything.” Arthur said with anger in his voice. “I fell or tripped or something. Whatever the hell you need to hear to make you happy!”

“I’d be happier if you’d just let me help you! Obviously something happened. And your too afraid to speak it. I’ve seen you take on dragons and wyvern. Yet you fail to tell me what has you too frightened to speak!”

“Learn your place Merlin!” Arthur snaps. The room grew uncomfortably quiet. He could tell that Merlin was furious but smart enough not to say anything. After a little bit of time, Merlin let out a breath. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me anything. Just eat the dinner I brought and let me finish my night time chores.”

Arthur, who was too exhausted to continue arguing. Gave a curt nod and started to get out of bed. He had to correct himself to keep his knee from buckling when he stood. Merlin‘s eyes trailed down to look at Arthur’s rumble clothes. His eyes going wide, recognizing a familiar stain. “Christ Arthur your bleeding! I’m getting Guias.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare! If you tell anybody about this, I will accuse you of treason and have you hung.”

Merlin heart sinks at the threat. His Arthur would never say anything like this. Arthur must be under a spell. Or enchantment or something. But if he was, wouldn’t Merlin have felt it? Merlin hardened his jaw and he  helped Arthur over to his dining table. Noticing that Arthur took his sweet time sitting down. Yet still winced as his bottom touched the chair. 

Merlin started to prepare his nightly chores as Arthur ate. Lighting candles around the room and pulling out Arthur’s nightshirt. The room felt extremely tense. The only sound coming from Arthur’s fork touching the plate. Merlin set the nightgown on Arthur’s bed and turned to him. “I’ve been apprenticing under Guias for a few years now. I know you said you don’t want him to know, but I can try to help. I’ve tended to quite a few of his patients and had success quite a few times helping them.”

Arthurs fork paused as he looked down to the table. There was a moment of silence before speaking. “It’s not something you can help with..”

Merlin kept his voice soft. Trying to not anger Arthur again. “Were you attacked? I’ve tended to bandit injuries before.”

The grip on Arthur’s fork tightened. He looked down to his half eaten plate and set it to the side. “I think I’m ready for bed.”

Merlin, seeing the change in topic decided he wasn’t going to push him any further tonight. He grabbed Arthur’s nightshirt and walked over. Arthur stood from the table as Merlin approached. Merlin put the nightshirt on the table and went for Arthur’s belt to help him undress.

The second Merlin hands touched the fabric. Arthur seized his wrist in a bruising grip. Merlin let out a soft hiss of pain at the touch. Arthur realizing what he was doing, quickly let go. He kept his eyes downcast but his voice even. “I will dress myself. You are excused for the night.”

Merlin held his bruised wrist and stared at Arthur for a few moments. Wanting to say something but knowing it wouldn’t help. He bit the inside of his cheek and walked out of the room. The door closing softly behind him. 

Arthur looked at his half eaten food and decided he didn’t want it anymore. The meal fighting to keep itself in his stomach. His hand shook as he set his hand on his belt buckle. He felt like he was going to vomit as he pulled on the leather. His tongue swelled as he unlatched himself. His trousers siding down his knees. He closed his eyes and pulled his tunic over his head. Letting that drop to the ground as well. He felt the hardened seamen crusted on his leg as he pulled his nightshirt over himself. He sat back down on his dining chair and put his face in his hands. Trying his best to collect himself.

~

Guias looked concerned when Merlin came home and said not one word to him. Usually the boy is always babbling on about something. Whether it was about his day or complaining about Arthur being an ass. He always had something to say. He lightly knocked on his door before walking in. 

Merlin looked up from his book. Then set it down on the bed. Guias crossed his arms and spoke. “Is there a reason you're quieter than a mouse? You’re only like this when you’ve done something wrong, or something is bothering you. Which is it?”

Merlin bit his tongue and looked down. Feeling a bit nervous. “There is something wrong with Arthur and he won’t let me help him. I’m worried, but I don’t know what to do for him.”

Guias’s face softened and he sat on the edge of Merlin’s bed. “Arthur, god bless his soul, doesn't know what’s best for him. I’ve known him since he was small. He’s always let his fear and pride get to the best of him. Whatever he has going on. You must be cautious how you approach it.”

“But he’s hurt. I’m scared for him. He came to his room twice with tattered or torn clothing and blood on him. He’s walking with a limp and won’t let me help him do anything!”

“Were you able to examine him?”

“He wouldn’t even let me help him dress. I tried waking him up for his dinner and he pulled a bloody knife on me!”

“He pulled a knife on you?” Guias asked surprised.

Merlin sighed and nodded. “And he wouldn’t even tell me why. He normally tells me everything. But he has just been cooped up in his room all day acting like a beaten dog.”

Now Guias started to look concerned. “That doesn't sound like him at all. Do you think it could have something to do with magic? Or maybe even a hallucinogenic poison?”

“I didn’t sense any magic at all. And all his food is tested before he eats.” Merlin said. “It looks like he was attacked. But it doesn't make sense that he won’t let me at least look at the injuries. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve patched him up. I don’t understand why he’s so skittish.”

“Maybe he was attacked by someone but doesn’t wanna say who. Perhaps he lost a battle with a squire and is too proud to admit it. I would say the best course of action is to keep an eye on him. It could be anything.”

“I suppose. If he still like this after a couple more days, we might have to get a sleeping draft in his goblet.”

“Are you recommending drugging the prince of Camelot?”

“i’m recommending doing good for Arthur even if he can’t do it for himself.”

Guias shakes his head and disapproval. “ just be careful whatever you do. I can defend you for a lot of things. But treason is not one of them.”

~

The next day, Merlin made his way to the royal wing to wake  up Arthur for the morning. His feet coming to a halt as he heard unfamiliar voices coming from the guest chambers. He took a step closer and put his ear up to the door.

“The pommel has a fucking dragon on it. How much do you think the rich bastard paid for this. There is no fucking way people actually think that pussy pulled this from a magic rock.”

“Dragon pommel?” Merlin mouthed to himself. He knew they were talking about Arthur’s sword from the description. But thought it an odd topic for conversation. He looked around to make sure the hall was empty and listened closer.

“I loved the way he cried. Mooing like a cow in heat. He has such a big reputation for someone that got knocked down in a couple blows. He didn’t even kick up a fuss when we took his blade. Someone who can’t take care of a weapon as nice as this. Doesn’t deserve it.”

Merlin‘s face fell. Then surged into anger. So those were the fucking bastards who beat up Arthur. And they took Excalibur? He really wanted to storm in there and create hell. But what could he do short of attacking with magic. Which would most definitely put him on the chopping block. He needed to figure out a plan, and figure out why these people are so important that Arthur felt like he had to keep this a secret.

~

Merlin knocked on the door before coming in. He was surprised to see Arthur already dressed in his day clothes. His food from the night before still half eaten on the table. And the curtains drawn open bringing in light.

Merlin looked over to see Arthur working at his writing desk. He walked over to see why he was already prepared for the morning “Did you go and replace me? I’ve never seen you up and about this early in the morning. Let alone managing to dress yourself.”

Arthur looked up from his work. A bruise visible on the collarbone under his shirt. “No, I figured I’d get started early on work. I have to catch up on everything I missed yesterday.”  He said, trying to sound unbothered.

It took everything in Merlin not to comment on his state. He did a short glance around the room to see that excalibur was missing from its scabbard. Confirming his suspicions. He wanted more information on the people that took it. But knew he had to be sneaky. “Where did your sword go? I haven’t seen you separate from it  since getting the dang thing.”

The grip on Arthur’s quill tightened. “I’m having it repaired. It got damaged during training.”

“When did you go training? I thought you just went straight to bed.”

“I don’t need another interrogation.” Arthur said, trying not to sound irritated. 

Merlin shook his head in sympathy. Then took a small bottle out of his pocket. Placing it on the writing desk. “I know you won’t let me examine you. But I swiped this from Guias. It won't help with your injuries or whatever you have going on. But it’ll help with the pain.”

Arthur picked up the vial and looked at its contents. The yellow liquid sloshed in the bottle “What’s in it? It doesn’t look like poppy seed oil.”

“It’s nightshade. Poppy seeds aren’t growing this time of year. I’ve seen Guias use this as a sedative and a pain reliever. Just use a couple drops in your tea should help.”

Arthur looked over the vial. Weighing whether or not he should take it. He didn’t like that Merlin was fussing over him. So he took the vial and put it in his pocket. “I will think about it. Now go tidy up the room. I have work to do today and I don’t need you mother henning.”

While Merlin wasn’t happy that Arthur wouldn’t be honest with him. He was glad that at least he was starting to accept help. He went to the bed and started to strip the sheets. Trying to not comment on the speckles of blood he found on them. 

“I heard we have some guests staying at the castle. Have you been well acquainted with them?”

Arthur had to ignore the bile in his throat at Merlin’s words. “We have met.”

“Who are they?”

Arthur grimaced. Not wanting to talk about the subject. “The Earl of Kent and his two sons. They are staying for two weeks while my father discusses land disputes.”

Merlin has to mask his surprise. No wonder he hadn’t said anything. But why would they attack Arthur?. “Shall I give them assistance? Do they have a servant for their stay?”

“No!” Arthur said in a panicked voice. His chest starting to beat rapidly. The image of the two brothers doing something to Merlin causing him to spiral. He gave himself a moment to calm before continuing in an even tone. “They can handle themselves. Just take that plate out of here from last night. And the laundry as well.”

“Want me to fetch you breakfast?”

“No need, I’ve already eaten. Just be on your way.” 

Merlin looked around and didn’t see a breakfast plate. And the food from last night only half eaten. He had to hide his sympathetic look as he started gathering the sheets. “I’d like to think I’m your friend Arthur… I don’t know what I can do. But I’ll try my hardest.”

Arthur didn’t respond. Letting Merlin finish his morning work before walking out.

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Arthur walked stiffly through the castle wearing clothes that were much too hot for the weather. A vest that covered much of his neck to hide the bruising around his collar. He had spent the morning going over so much paperwork that his eyes nearly went cross. He was almost too nervous to leave his room, but knew some fresh air would do him good. 

He felt naked walking around with an empty scabbard. His sword became such a part of himself that he felt incomplete without it. This week has been nothing but hell. But there was nothing he could do about it. And that only made him more frustrated. 

“Arthur!” Boomed a voice down the hall. Arthur nearly jumped hearing his father calling after him. Uther marched up to him looking more than displeased. “Do you mind explaining where you’ve been? I haven’t seen you in almost two days and you’ve missed at least 6 meetings in that time frame.  And where the hell is your sword? Have you gone off and overdone yourself on ale again?”

Arthur held back a flinch from the scolding. “Apologies, father, I had fallen unexpectedly ill. I’m working on catching up on things now.”

Uther's expression didn’t change. “You could have at least sent your servant to give us a warning. Although speaking of which I have not seen him either. I wouldn’t be surprised if you two were out drinking in the village again. At least that would explain the bruise poking out of your collar.”

Arthur’s eyes went wide. He quickly took his hand to cover the spot.

Uther rolled his eyes. “I could care less about you visiting the brothels for a bit of fun, but for God sake, be civil about it. Your duties come before anything else. And if you can’t control yourself long enough to handle them. There’s no way in hell I’m handing over a kingdom to you.”

Arthur bit the inside of his cheek and looked down to the floor. “Apologies father. I will do better.”

Uther let the words hang in the air for a few moments before continuing. “See that you do. Now the Duke and I will be traveling out to the country to visit the property for the land disputes. We will not be back until dark. In the meantime I will task you to show his sons our land. This contract is detrimental toward our kingdom and the more we get on their good side the better.”

“Their sons?!” Arthur’s breath hitched. 

Uther continues unbothered. “Yes, his sons. They have only been to the main areas of the castle and some of the Royal wing. I want you to show them around the rest of the castle and some of the neighboring villages. Perhaps we can gain sympathy by showing them the people that will be affected if this contract is not signed.”

“Can we not have one of the knights do it? Surely they know the castle as good as I do.”

“Arthur, I  am asking you to do a simple task. Please do not make such a fuss. Especially after how much trouble you’ve been causing as of late. I’ve no idea what has gotten into you but it needs to stop.”

“Yes father.” Arthur said rather reluctantly.

“Good. You know where their chambers are. We will be back after dusk.”

Arthur squeezed his fist trying to calm the tightening in his chest. As if his day couldn’t get any worse, he now had to play tour guide to the monsters that have caused him nothing but strife. He took a deep breath before continuing his walk.

~

Merlin leaned against the balcony railing, watching Lord Bane and Lord Flint practice swords in the courtyard. While Merlin has never thought that status makes you a better person. He never thought a noble would sink solo. Especially to one above their status.

He wanted to hurt them. Hurt them like how they hurt Arthur. How the hell could they change one of the most boisterous, annoying, brave and kind hearted people he knows. Into a frightened mouse, afraid of the slightest touch.

He didn’t even want to think about what he must have gone through. But the bits and parts that he heard were more than enough. He won’t standby and let this continue. He grabbed Arthur’s laundry basket and made his plan as he continued his morning chores. 

~

Arthur approached the two Lords as they were finishing up their sword play. Arthur tried to show disinterest as they both caught his eyes. Lord Bain put down his sword and crossed his arms. “Back for some more fun? Would have thought you were tired after taking it like a whore.” 

Arthur shifted on his feet. Ignoring his comment. “My father has instructed me to show you around the rest of the castle and the village. Him and your father are surveying the land in the surrounding area.”

“Are you sure it’s not just another excuse to have some more alone time with us? If you wanted some more cock Pretty Prince. You just have to ask.” Lord Bane said in a sly voice. 

Arthur bit his cheek and continued.“I’d like my sword back as well. My father has already noticed that it is missing. And I will need it before your departure.” 

“Ha! Like we would ever hand back such a legendary weapon to a whore like you. Swords are for men. Not harlots.” Lord Bane paused. “Although I do have a way for you to earn it.”

Arthur met his eyes. Speaking hesitantly. “How?”

“By showing me you deserve it. On your knees and with your mouth. And I don’t mean just begging..”

Arthur grimaced. He was down his sword, his strength, and his dignity. He could still taste the rancid saltiness from their last encounter. There was no way they could be serious about this. They have had their fun. 

He stood silent for a few moments. Seeing the sincerity in their face. He knew this was the only way to get his sword back with that word getting out about how he lost it. He let out a sigh. Having to stop the bile in his throat from coming up as he spoke. “Fine.”

The brothers smirked to each other. “We knew a slut like you would pick that option.”

Arthur let out a steady breath to prepare himself. Then took a look around to find a secluded place to get this over with. 

Lord Flint tsked at him and shook his head. “Not in hiding. We will do it right here in the courtyard.”

“The courtyard?!” Arthur protested. He didn’t see anybody but being in a high traffic area there was a high likelihood of him being spotted.

“Yes the courtyard, the kingdom should know how much of a tramp their prince really is.”

“You can’t be serious! If we are to be seen it will ruin not only my reputation but yours as well!.”

Lord Bain grabbed Arthur by his shoulder and shoved him to his knees. “Then you better be quiet, and suck like an angel.”

He didn’t give any time for Arthur to respond. Quickly pulling his cock out of his trousers and shoving it through Arthur’s lips. 

Arthur gagged at the familiar taste. Lord Bain’s cock slamming into the back of his throat without mercy. 

Arthur clenched his fist and concentrated on breathing out his nose. The feel of pubic hair against his tongue leaving it rough and scratched. 

Lord Bane gripped Arthur by his hair and shook him roughly. Bobbing the prince's head, as he watched his cock disappear into plump and swollen lips

He gave Arthur no grace as he chased his pleasure. Only moaning in delight as his balls started to tighten. 

~

Merlin walked down the corridor on the way to drop off Arthur’s laundry. The castle was quiet other than the odd servant here or they’re doing their daily chores. His worry from this morning never faded. He had never seen Arthur look so rough in his entire life. After the knife incident he wanted to give him some space to collect himself. But he couldn’t stand by and watch his friend getting hurt.

He walked in Arthur’s chambers and noticed it empty. It wasn’t unusual for Arthur to be out this time of day. But he still thought it odd that the prince was out and about without notifying him. 

He put Arthur’s laundry away and made his way down to the courtyard to refill the water buckets. That’s when he heard the familiar voices. Along with a slew of other less desirable noises.

Merlin quickly ran towards the area. His stomach churning as the thought of what they could be doing to him.

Just behind a castle wall he saw them. Lord Bain with his trousers around his ankles. moaning in pleasure as Arthur choked and gagged. 

Merlin saw red. He wanted to run in there and kill them both. To say damn to the consequences and save Arthur. But he knew it would do neither of them good to have two dead diplomats on castle grounds. And knowing how Arthur is, he will take the blame for all. He had to be inconspicuous.

Just as Lord Bain scrunched his face in preparation of finishing. Merlin whispered a reverse incantation. Shooting a sharp sting all along Lord Bains cock. Lord Bain let out a cry of pain and pulled himself out of Arthur’s mouth. Taking his hand and delivering a sharp smack across Arthur’s cheek. Splitting his lip in the process. “That fucker bit me!” Lord Bane growled holding his injured groin. 

Lord Flint kicked Arthur in the ribs hard enough to make him sputter. “Don’t you EVER fucking hurt my brother again you little bastered!” He said, kicking him once more. “You’re never getting that fucking and sword back. And I have half a mind to tell our father you attacked us!”

Arthur let out a pained moan. Fighting hard to keep conscious.

Lord Flint looked at him with disgust.  Splitting on Arthur’s cheek before turning to his brother. “Come on, I need a drink to wash this whore out of my memory.”

~

Merlin waited until the brothers left. Then ran up to the barely conscious Arthur. Supporting his back as he helped him sit up. Arthur looked into Merlin desperately. The pain in his eyes apparent. “Please tell me you didn't witness that.”

Seeing the pleading look, but not wanting to lie to Arthur. He evaded the question. “Come on, we’re going to see Guias. I won’t hear anything otherwise.”

“Merlin please.” He said in a horse voice.

Merlin shook his head at Arthur's stubbornness. Grabbing Arthur from under his arm and helping him stand. “I’ll take you through the servant tunnels, everyone is having lunch so it should be empty this time of day.”

Arthur wasn’t happy about it but gave up on fighting. Letting Merlin help him to the physician office.

~

“My god. What happened to him.” Guias said seeing Merlin half carrying Arthur to the exam table. 

“He.. fell off his horse.” Merlin said, laying Arthur down.

Guias raised an eyebrow seeing the bites on Arthur’s neck. 

Merlin gave a look that said “Please don’t pry.”

Looking at the visible marks and sluggishness. Guias gave a sigh. “Help me get his shirt off, and get the gaws.”

Merlin helped him get the stained and disheveled shirt off of Arthur’s back. Reveling a canvas of deep bruises and scratches across his back and torso. Guias placed a hand on Arthur’s bruised ribs. Lightly pushing down on the area. “Broken ribs on this side, at least three of them.” He slid his hand up higher. “The clavicle is deeply bruised but not broken. Shoulder out of place. Lesions on neck, collar, face, chest, and upper back.” Merlin felt nauseous as Guias listed off the diagnosis. 

The two worked to stitch and bandage Arthur the best they could. Wrappings around his chest and shoulders. And a cold compress to help with the headache. 

Merlin helped Arthur lay down on the medical cot. Keeping a fresh bowl of water to refresh the compress every so often.

Arthur looked and felt miserable. His chest hurting every time he breathed too deeply. Merlin put his hands around Arthur’s as a show of support. Tracing his thumb on the back of Arthur’s hand.

They sat in silence for a while. Guias deciding to leave and give them some privacy. He knew what happened based on the injuries. Thinking it best that him and Arthur be alone to talk about it.

Merlin didn’t look to Arthur’s face as he spoke. “I saw everything. You don’t have to speak of it if you wish not to. However, something must be done of those two.”

Arthur leans his head back. “There is nothing we can do about it. Neither you nor I.”

Merlin’s head snapped to Arthur’s face. “They bloody assaulted you! You must be out of your mind to think that’s okay!”

“I didn’t say it was okay!” Arthur exclaimed. His ribs hurting at the excitement. “I said there was nothing we could do.”

“You could tell your father, and-“

“And what?! Tell him that his heir couldn’t fight off two spoiled future aristocrats! That his son got on his knees and took it up the arse-or- or sucked their cocks just to get his sword back. A sword thatI didn’t even bloody get back!”

“Arthur..”

“No merlin.” He took a minute to compose himself. “I said there is nothing that can be done. I’m in no state to confront them. And if you were to go after a noble. You’d be hung.”

Merlin clenched his teeth knowing Arthur was right. Retaliation would not be beneficial for either of them. but he didn’t want Arthur to suffer any longer.

Arthur looked to the ceiling and spoke. “They will be gone in a weeks time. My father will have his trade agreement, and they will be gone forever.”

“Arthur, I…”

Arthur squeezed Merlin’s hand. “I don’t want you getting hurt either. Just.. promise me you’ll not do anything stupid.”

Merlin met his gaze. Then let out a soft sigh. “Fine, I promise.” he takes the rag from Arthur’s head and refreshes the water. “Guias said not to have much movement over the next couple weeks. I’ll have Leon carry you upstairs as your to heavy for me to lift.”

Arthur cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you calling me fat?”

“I just might be.” Merlin said, causing Arthur to have the first smile he’s had all week.