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Whenever Bam closed his eyes, or their sight was ever taken from him, he’d always be able to see those three crimson eyes. They were burned, tattooed down to the very depths of his mind. Staring at and down at Bam, ever vigilant, ever-watching, and always, always on him. He’d always see them, and they were always looking at him.
Bam would never have it any other way. Why would he? They’re the proof that Bam wasn’t alone… and who wouldn’t rejoice that the owner of his heart was always watching out for them?
(He was graciously taught to adore, and he'll never be grateful enough)
Even in the darkness that remained (remained? He remembered it to be–) a primal fear of his, with his eyes wide open to it, he’d still be able to see them. Him. Jahad. He’d see the King looking back at him, that's how connected they were—
Until or unless Bam couldn’t see him, in which case he'd shake and he’d wail in yearning and the emptiness in his belly would become all the more unbearable.
In the constant light-headedness and cloudiness his mind would often find itself in, he could sometimes vaguely recall (or did he?) how once upon a time, those sacred eyes did not bring him joy and security like now. In fact… in fact… he’s pained to almost say that there was perhaps even a time where he felt… afraid of them…?
Except that’s not right. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, th-that's not right. Why would be afraid of those eyes, of his King? Yes, he'd felt afraid of Jahad before but that’s when he'd anger with his stupidity and Bam would always deserve that anger. He's also aware that... he hadn't always been the good boy he was now, as his master would remind him when praising Bam on how good he's behaving (master-),
Those eyes weren’t just there when he closed or bright against, they’d follow him into his dreams along the being they represented and Bam would wake up squealing in the highest delight.
But… there were times where that's not the only things he’d see. Sometimes there's things that appear to him, if briefly.
Every once and a while, when his own mind would dare to reject the peace that his King generously gifted him, Bam would dream of a much vaster darkness than the one he'd known before he was saved by the King's hand. A dark prison made of hard walls and from unknown hands. And of a loneliness that, despite everything, felt like it's as bad as the one where his master wasn't in it.
He'd dream, or think, of that cave and someone in it. A girl? He could not remember actually having met one. But he'd dream of blonde hair and grabbing desperately ahold of red ribbon. He'd dream of 'Why? Why, why, why do you-'
Other times, more frequently, his dreams would to turn to brighter colors. He'd dream faintly of blue hair, a smirk, and also of a loud voice. He'd dream of being surrounded by smiling faces and feeling himself smiling, of finding out what it's like to not be alone
(N-No...)
(No.)
(No.)
It never made any sense to him, and that's why Bam's sure that they had to be nothing but dreams (even if a part of him-). How could he be happy if his master didn't ever seem to be among those glimpses?
Yet, yet something in Bam would always stir at these visions, a feeling he couldn't quite describe, like these visions meant something to him...
But then he'd remember Jahad, his master. His mind would be flooded of memories of the King's tender smile, his hand caressing Bam's face, teeth marking Bam's skin, his warm seed filling up Bam's insides- and it'd all vanish in an instant. And all would be right again.
Bam could still recall when he'd first brought these dreams to his master's attention in curiosity (foolishness). His master never liked it. He’d punish Bam for his mind’s selfishness by leaving him in the dark, completely bound and unable to reach his dick or his empty, empty hole.
Those punishments, while a motivation to be better for his King, were always among his worst memories. More than even the darkness, more than the emptiness inside, the worst was always seeing the tenderness gone from Jahad's handsome features and his ice-cold words that crushed Bam to hear from his beloved... all before the King would leave Bam to rightfully suffer an untold number of days in a small, dark room with no windows. All alone.
He couldn't help simultaneously treasure and loathe his dreams as a result. When Bam’s asleep, he had a chance of being plagued by dreams that would make the kindness leave Jahad's ethereal eyes, but it’s a reprieve from the emptiness he’d feel if he woke up without his love. But at the same time, he didn’t want to forget. He didn’t want to forget, didn't want to forget his master - King - and the proof of how essential he was to Bam.
Bam belonged to Jahad – mind, body, heart and soul – every single bit of him did. It’s nothing but the truth that’d been proven to him countless times for as long as he could remember, and Bam found himself terrified of forgetting that.
It's all too fortunate that the times where he'd get those unwelcome dreams seemed to be becoming increasingly rarer.
(Just as it should be)
…In the present, or what it felt to be like the present to him, Bam wasn’t asleep and couldn't sleep either.
He tossed and turned on the King-sized bed in his scantily-clad clothing, his hair – ever growing – becoming disheveled as he refused to stay still. He couldn't stay still, couldn't want to. Bam buried his face in one of the pillows, muffling his whimpers and unshed tears staining the material.
Finally, Bam let out a miserable sob, and yet he couldn't stop writhing still. He's too horny, felt too devoid of warmth. It took too much effort to not try to grind himself against the bed, or any of the pillows. Because he's not allowed to do that. He needed to wait.
The rays of light peeking from the draped windows had completely dimmed, leaving the chandelier as the only thing illuminating the lavish room. It had to been hours, or was it more? Or less? he's not sure. His sense of time was always muddy, it often either seemed to stretch or flash by. But time itself did not matter. What mattered was that his master had been away for too long, and Bam's starting to get worried on top of being so empty.
Bam could be a good boy. He could be patient and wait. But there's only so long he could wait alone before he's overwhelmed by the emptiness. That void that only Jahad could fill. With the King not here to soothe it, it felt agonizing.
"Master..." Bam whimpered, removing his face from the pillow to breathe, tears leaking from his eyes. "Master, please come back... d-don't let me be alone any longer..."
When the utter silence of his room was his only response, a pained Bam forced his body to lie on his side and craned his neck to look for any sign. And when he saw none… more tears welled in his eyes and he let himself collapse again. He felt alone.
Bam always felt so lonely whenever his beloved was not with him, but not as lonely as his hole felt. Always yearning to be filled with his King's cock and cum, his adoration (This is your purpose—). He let out another whimper. He’d already got to be fulfilled not so long, but. He’d missed Jahad. Bam wanted him. He his touches that told him that he’s treasured, the praise that at times was just–
…The train of thought turned out to be a mistake, as Bam mewled and turned as the need became impossibly more unbearable. With the silence, it’s maddening.
His twitching hands seized the covers beneath him and gripped them hard.
He couldn't think. He needed to wait for his master, because he always came back for him, but he couldn't think because his master's not here. The loneliness only served to compound his body’s longing and Bam needed— needed to be stuffed full before he broke.
A desperate whine as he thought of what he needed. He's not all bound this time, so that- that meant he could remove try to poke his fingers in. But as a good boy, he paid no attention to such ideas. He's only ever allowed to touch and pleasure himself without the King's permission, and Bam had been a good pet long enough to learn to not consider disobedience even if the heat in his body begged him to do so.
What's more, Bam couldn't forget that Jahad had rewarded him in the past for resisting temptation before. A-And whenever Bam couldn't resist it— he blanched at the memories, and bit down on the pillow to keep himself from wailing outright.
Not long after, Bam removed his face and weakly turned his body to lay on his back, his gaze traveling upon the ornate doors that have still not yet opened. He remained staring at them, waiting for his master to come through them.
(It felt familiar to him somehow, this waiting, and he didn't know why.)
Bam was beginning to consider screaming when he was broken out of the frantic rush of his thoughts by the sound of the door opening. He gasped, heart skipping a beat. Could it be…?
Instantly, Bam sat up fast as he could, uncaring of how it made him light-headed and snapped his wide-eyes gaze towards the doors. When he looked, he felt his heart skip again, and violently… right before it began to sing in joy. He sucked in a breath, faintly aware of the smile that’s slowly coming to his face.
Because right there, leaning the doorframe with a strange little brown box in his hands, was the towering form of the King of the Tower. Bam’s King. Glowing gold eyes looked straight at Bam – and Bam alone.
“Good morning, darling,” The King greeted with such affection, placing the box down to a nearby table before giving his pet a tender smile. And with just that smile, Bam happily fell to pieces.
“My King!” Bam chirped as much as he cried out in relief, scrambling towards the edge of the bed. “My King, my King, Master– you’re back—!”
“What I have I told you about greeting your King first before anything else, Bam?" Jahad cut him off smoothly, standing before Bam, his crimson cape briefly billowing behind him. Though his features remained soft in manner, his eyes were now slightly narrowed.
Immediately Bam bit his lip, catching himself, and guilt slowed his excited heartbeat as he bowed his head, shifting still. “I-I’m sorry, I just— I-I missed you, my King. I really did…”
"I know you did." A hand gently took hold of his chin, and Bam’s breath hitched in his throat, feeling that spark as that hand tilted his head up. Bam was met with a smile and those beautiful, wonderful, blinding eyes of his King’s. "Think nothing of this slip-up this time. After all… I missed you as well, my dear, precious Bam.”
“…Heehee… I’m glad, Lord Jahad.” Bam smiled all giddy up at the man, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he bounced slightly on his knees. Ah, he’s getting excited again. But he couldn’t help it. He’s just so happy to be with the one he loved and adored again. He’s so happy he couldn’t help shed tears. “I’m so glad you were thinking about me, like you always do…”
The hand eased its grip, and a thumb’s now caressing his cheek. His master’s expression was unreadable as he studied him. "Look at you, shedding a tear in joy at my tenderness towards you. But your eyes… were you crying just now, darling?”
The question caused Bam’s face to fall, and he couldn’t resist rubbing his legs together a bit before replying. “I— I was, my King. A little.”
“Ah. So... you were that miserable from my disappearance?” It's not a real question.
"You were gone for a long time, Lord Jahad." Bam told him a hushed voice, bottom lip trembling as he looked up. "It just felt so much longer than usual. I was g-getting worried, and I- I felt e-empty. I still feel e-empty…”
“I can tell… you poor, poor thing," Jahad murmured with a hint of sympathy as Bam’s voice wavered. He gave a hum, appearing to have decided something, and let go of Bam’s chin.
Then, he brought the hand in front of Bam’s face. His mouth, rather. Bam brightened, beamed in gratitude at the King before he leaned and eagerly closed his lips around the middle and index finger. He began licking and sucking at them at once, letting out a happy noise as he did so.
It's not his King's cock, but he knew better (most of the time) than to ungrateful for this apology– and he's elated to have something all the same.
“Good boy,” Jahad said softly, pleased. Bam preened at the praise, and he sucked and licked even more eagerly, the blush still painting his cheeks darkening. “Well… I will admit that this time, you are right in that I was absent longer than normal – and longer than you remember experiencing. Something I do regret..,”
Bam gave a curious hum as big golden eyes traveled up to the tall man before him with a question in them, but never stopping his sucking what he’s doing even for a moment. Even with the warmth slowly growing inside him, he tried to pay attention.
"You'll forgive me for that prolonged absence," The King continued in a gently solemn tone, and Bam could feel those eyes staring down at him, watching with interest as Bam happily sucking his fingers. It sent a joyous thrill down Bam’s spine, but it didn’t detract his attention from his master’s words. “There was a special matter that I had to personally oversee, especially as it came from my direct order as King, and so, it kept me away from you.”
Continue to curl his tongue around whatever digit it found, Bam now made a muffled noise to show he heard and acknowledged what Jahad had said. At the same time, he kept up sucking the fingers enthusiastically, to show him that it’s okay.
Honestly, Bam didn’t care why the man took longer to bless his pet with his presence. His King, his love, his everything was here with him now. It’s all fine now. And now, if his King would just—
“Fortunately, all is proceeding as it should be.” Jahad stated decisively. The small smile broadening to reveal his fang along with the rest of his perfect white teeth. “While it is a shame that I had to take longer in coming here for you... know that I am pleased that that time was not wasted.”
Bam’s eyes gleamed while he tried to get those fingers deeper into his mouth and into his throat. He didn’t exactly understand his master’s cryptic words. But Jahad looked happy, so of course Bam’s happy too!
“But now, I am here… together with you, as it should be." His King smiled warmly, and Bam returned the expression as best he could manage.
He felt his King’s fingers pet his tongue, to Bam's quiet delight. Still, Bam wished those fingers were up his ass already, prod him where he’s most sensitive and fill in what's empty. Maybe —Maybe that's what going to happen! His heart skipped with excitement.
But then, just as the thought came, as if to curse him for presuming, Jahad abruptly pulled his fingers out of Bam's mouth. He flinched, drew in a sharp breath, coughed and then spent the next few seconds trying to regain his breath.
"You really are always so adorable when you are caught by surprise…" He could hear the King remark in amusement. But Bam didn't think about that.
“M-Master,” Bam gasped out, taking a deep breath through his mouth before trying again. Golden eyes looked up at the smiling man imploringly, his voice quivering. “M-My King. Can you– c-can you… please. F-Fuck me?”
Jahad chuckled softly, lifting a hand to caress the top of Bam's head, and Bam leaned into the touch, hopeful. “Poor little thing... left utterly starved by my absence, were you not?
"Please." Bam begged in way of answering, inching closer even when he's already at the very edge of the bed. Just a bit of distance. "You were gone too long! Please, please, please, fuck me-!"
Before Bam could babble any more, Jahad hushed him, the King even using his free hand to hold an index finger to his lips– and Bam instantly fell quiet.
"Shh, there, I intend to." Jahad whispered soothingly, and Bam felt his heart soar then, his face lighting up with a smile. Until— "I will do whatever I want with you eventually. But that will have to wait for a moment."
Bam pouted, unable to help feel frustrated as the emptiness burned. However, he's also curious, so he asked, confusion in his eyes. "B-But why, my King?"
"Why, you ask? Well, it has to do with the matter that I spoke of," The King's smile was enchanting as it's enigmatic, gaze unreadable. "Just a moment, boy."
With that, the King turned around and walked away, leaving Bam staring at his back with confusion - and longing - in his eyes. "Lord Jahad...?"
He trailed off as he watched his master approach the table nearest to the doors... the same table he'd left the brown box in, Bam realized. Even in his desperate, fuzzy state of mind, his eyes widened. He'd forgotten all about that! Well, not that he really dwelled on it—
And just as he realized, his master picked up the rather small brown box – which Bam just noticed had a red bow on top – before turning around to return to Bam. But it’s when he back in Bam’s direction that he saw the grin now adorning his lord’s face– a real grin, teeth in full display. It’s mesmerizing to see, beautiful of course, but Bam didn’t know why could feel anxiousness in his gut in more ways than one.
"I brought you something, my love," Jahad crooned so sweetly as he stopped in front of the bed, and he’s truly grinning more broadly than Bam ever seen in a while. "From outside this palace."
"A present?" Bam questioned, tilting his head to the side, his earrings dangling with the action.
“Of a sort... Would you like to see what I brought you for you and you alone, Bam?” Jahad asked him in a soft yet eager voice, as if Bam would say no. He looked and sounded so excited. Bam hadn’t thought it was possible for him to be this excited outside of– Wait.
"Oh! Is it a new toy?" Bam guessed, his eyes sparkling at the idea as his own excitement surged up again.
"No, not a toy." The reply dimmed honestly Bam's excitement somewhat, but his King’s still smiling. “But it is something I very much want to show you.”
Bam blinked at that, unable to help tilt his head again as a question mark popped. But he couldn’t deny that his curiosity’s growing, despite the heat and emptiness still needing tending to. And seeing his master, so delighted, it’s infectious, Bam had to smile back.
Jahad seemed pleased by his attitude. He pulled at the ribbon with ease, letting it fall to the floor before his fingers lightly ran across the surface before stopping at the corner. All the while the man never stopped grinning. His eyes were wide, golden suns with their respective almost blinding in their intensity. Bam had no idea, but he couldn’t help feel jealous of whatever could be the cause.
Then, after a moment that stretched on, Jahad lifted the lid and held out the open box for his pet to see. More curious than ever, Bam leaned forward to get a better look and… he immediately went still.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence, complete silence, and then... he blinked.
“…Hm?” Bam gave a hum as he got over his surprise, a quizzical look forming as he tentatively reached out. “Huh…? What’s… what’s this, master?”
He carefully pulled out a small piece of, well, something. It’s brownish in color, twice as lighter than earring in weight, felt both smooth and not against his touch, and it kind of looked like it’d… been ripped off of something.
“It feels like…” Bam paused, then frowned as he realized that he had nothing. “What is this thing?”
For some reason, if it’s possible, his master’s grinning wider than ever before. “Scales. They are called scales, Bam. What you have there is a piece of something that possessed those scales."
“Oh. I see.” Bam did see, but he didn’t get it. Thus, he turned to the only person who could give him answers. “Um… forgive me, but what is it, exactly? What does it mean, my King?
“…Nothing.” Jahad replied after a beat, now smiling so lovingly, and Bam had the feeling he just made his King very pleased. “Nothing at all.”