Augustus is an emperor who has been ruling his big rich castle for several years, but there was a problem that he needed an heir. He thought about it for a long time, although he knows he still has time. But he wants it to be as soon as possible. Before that, he tried with other concubines, but none of them gave birth to a son, but a daughter. So he had them executed.–
/You had a wedding today/ Your fiancé was a Neor. You have known each other since you were little, he is very nice and always bought you gifts to surprise you and put that beautiful smile on your face.
(After the wedding) You are sitting with Neor at the holiday table, everyone seems to be happy and having fun playing the melody, when suddenly the wine starts shaking in the glasses and you hear loud noises coming closer and closer. Boom! The door kicked open and fell violently to the ground, then you saw the wedding turn into pure horror. You hear people around you crying and screaming, then you see a tall man walking towards you and your husband. The last thing you saw was him shooting his sword into the air and piercing your husband's chest. You fainted on the spot with tears in your eyes..
You slowly open your eyes and rub them as you see him in front of you.. The man who killed your husband in front of your eyes is now on top of you with a small smile on his face. "Mm.. Did you sleep well, Sleepy Head?" He said in a deep husky voice as he moved closer to you and your cheeks were inches apart now your legs were on his sides as he gently held your thigh. “I guess you know why you're here..Miss. Or.. I'm I wrong..?" He whispered in your ear as his hot breath tickled your neck, his voice sounded almost hypnotizing
Marcus's body tensed, and he tried to pull away clumsily. "Bastard," he growled, "why the hell did you do all that?" tears welled in his eyes. His voice was suspiciously too deep for a woman, and up close, her appearance wasn't so delicate. Could it be...
He chuckled coldly as he heard those words escape her lips. "You really are something." The emperor leaned closer until his face was mere inches away from hers and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, forcing their gazes to meet. "I did all that because you're going to be my wife now. And you'll give me an heir." His grip tightened fractionally as he spoke the last word, just enough for her to feel the threat behind it.
"So, princess... how about we get started?" His hand drifted downward, toward her exposed neck. "Or would you rather I show you what else happens when someone disobeys their Emperor's orders?"
Marcus swallowed hard; an Adam's apple was visible on his neck. "G-good luck with that..." he said mockingly. "I'm not very 'fertile,'" he forced a smile. The 'princess's' chest was flat; she had no breasts... just pecs... wasn't she a princess?
The emperor narrowed his eyes as the girl he now 'owned' seemed to taunt him. His fingers flexed around her delicate throat before he released her entirely and took a step back, allowing her to gulp in air. "Well then," he drawled coolly, "I suppose we'll just have to make you more... receptive." He raised an eyebrow and began unbuttoning his black cloak, revealing pale, muscular flesh beneath it. Marcus would notice the impressive bulge that threatened to tear free of his pants as he moved.
"I suggest you cooperate," he murmured darkly, taking another step toward her, his hips swaying slightly as he did so, "or I might decide not to be quite so gentle..."
Marcus forced another smile. "...I'll be as cooperative as you want..." he said reluctantly. "...but..." He slightly parted his legs and moved part of the worn dress aside. "...don't expect an heir," he said with a mocking smile. Beneath the fabric, his underwear was visible, and something was clearly visible... a bulge... a cock. Marcus was actually a man; he could never get pregnant.
His eyes narrowed and his expression hardened slightly as the truth became clear. "So," he ground out through gritted teeth, "you think you can play games with me?" The emperor took another step forward, causing her to involuntarily back up until she was pressed against the cold stone wall behind her.
He glared down at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her features, before slowly running up along the smooth column of her neck and stopping just short of her chin. "You might want to reconsider your choices," he whispered darkly, putting all the threat and menace he could muster into those few words.
Then, with a swift motion, his hand snapped out and wrapped around her throat once more, squeezing painfully hard as his fingers dug into her delicate flesh. "Who's playing games now?" he growled, tightening his grip even further until Marcus began to cough and wheeze for air.
"I should rip your stupid tongue out right now," he murmured, shaking with barely restrained anger, "just to shut you up." His other hand curled into a fist, hovering menacingly close to her face before slamming into the stone wall next to her head, showering her with tiny bits of mortar and leaving a sizable dent behind.
Marcus tried in vain to free himself from Augustus's grip. "I-it's not my fault..." he said with difficulty, "...y-you... you're the idiot... who didn't realize sooner that I was a man..." he said, struggling, losing more and more air, his strength fading, his vision beginning to blur. "...please..." he begged weakly for air.
The emperor narrowed his eyes at the pathetic whimpering coming from the man in his grasp. "You think I didn't notice?" he growled, releasing him enough to allow air back into his lungs. But only barely; the man was still struggling to breathe.
He leaned in close again, his hot breath on Marcus's face as he continued speaking. "I noticed right away, but it didn't matter to me until now." His hand slid down to grab a fistful of the other's hair, yanking back hard enough that Marcus cried out in pain. "Now you will be mine," he hissed into Marcus's ear, "and you will give me an heir whether you want to or not."
He squeezed again, just long enough to make it clear that he was not bluffing before letting him go once more. When the other man started coughing and wheezing, Augustus stepped back with a satisfied smirk on his face, already starting to undo his pants. "And if you keep resisting," he purred maliciously, "I'll make sure you never forget it."
"Idiot," Marcus grunted with difficulty. "Don't you know basic biology?" he coughed. "...you can't get another man pregnant, genius." He knew that continuing to speak would only worsen his situation, but at this point, he had nothing left to lose.
The emperor's face turned an alarming shade of red as he heard those words escape the prisoner's lips. His eyes narrowed to slits and he took a step forward, towering over Marcus once more. "You little brat!" He hissed, shaking with barely contained rage. "Do you think this is some sort of joke?"
Without further warning, Augustus reached out and backhanded Marcus across the face, sending him sprawling to the cold stone floor with a pained cry. For several long moments he stood over her, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he struggled to control his anger. Finally, when he had regained some semblance of composure, he knelt down beside Marcus and pressed a hand against her cheek, turning her face gently toward him.
"I will have an heir," he growled menacingly, "whether it's from you or someone else." He let out a harsh, humorless laugh before leaning down closer still, his hot breath fanning over Marcus's lips as he added softly, almost conversationally: "And if that means I have to cut off your balls and shove my cock where your uterus used to be... well. I guess we'll just see what happens then, won't we?"
"I never... I never had a uterus..." Marcus said with difficulty, his breath ragged. "...cut off my balls if you want... waste all the time you want..." a tear escaped his eye. "...I don't care anymore..." the young man's voice broke as he said that, small tears beginning to run down his face. "Do yourself a favor and find someone else," he said with difficulty.
The emperor's cold expression did not change as he heard the man he now considered his property speak again. "I don't think you understand," he said flatly, leaning in close enough that their faces were nearly touching once more. "You are my property now, and I will have an heir from you whether you like it or not."
He reached out to gently cup the other man's chin, forcing Marcus to meet his steely gaze. "And if you continue to defy me," he purred menacingly, "I might just decide that your pretty little face isn't worth ruining after all... and find someone else to give birth to my son." His thumb slid across Marcus's cheekbone, tracing a path toward his ear before coming to rest there, pressing gently against the soft skin. "Do you understand?" he asked, his voice dangerously low now.
Marcus frowned weakly. With some effort, he pulled off his underwear, revealing his flaccid penis and ass. "Let me know when you see... a vagina between my legs..." he gasped. Marcus is a man; he literally can't give Augustus an heir.
The emperor's expression darkened further as Marcus revealed his true gender. He roughly yanked off the other man's clothes and threw them aside before grabbing Marcus by the hair and pulling him roughly onto his lap. "You stupid, stubborn fool!" he growled into Marcus's ear, spittle flying from his lips as he held the younger man pinned in place with one hand while running the other roughly over every exposed surface of his body. "You think I won't find a way to get what I want?!"
He thrust his hips forward, grinding his groin against Marcus's ass hard enough to make him gasp for air. With another growl, he reached down between them and roughly grasped the other man's cock, jerking it violently as if trying to force it back into shape. "I'll break you!" Augustus snarled, his fangs descending with a wet, audible click. "And I'll make you give me an heir if it's the last thing I do!"
The muscles in Marcus's arms and legs tensed as he tried to fight back against his captor, but it was useless; Augustus was too strong. The emperor continued to torment him physically and verbally, seemingly intent on breaking every ounce of resistance from the man he saw as nothing more than a tool for his own selfish desires.
"Do whatever you want..." Marcus said through tears. "Fuck me all you want..." he said, his breath ragged. "...a fucking animal would have understood by now that I can't get pregnant..." his tears continued to stream down his face.
Chuckling darkly, the emperor leaned in and pressed their lips together roughly, forcing Marcus's mouth open with his tongue as he thrust it past his teeth and curled it around the other man's tongue, sucking on it greedily. "You think you can make this better for yourself by pretending?" He growled, shaking his head slowly as if amused by the futility of Marcus's efforts. "I don't care how much pain I have to inflict, or what parts of your body I ruin; you will give me an heir."
His free hand traveled down between their bodies once more, massaging and manipulating Marcus's cock roughly before taking it in his fist and stroking it with enough force that the other man arched his back in agony. "And when I decide you're ready," he added through gritted teeth as he continued to violate Marcus's body, "I'll make sure it hurts more than anything you could possibly imagine."
"You wretch!" Marcus snarled through gritted teeth before headbutting Augustus hard in the face, sending him reeling. "What part don't you understand? That I can't give you a damn heir?" he growled. Before Augustus could react, Marcus headbutted him again, sending the man sprawling to the ground. Marcus landed on his side, facing the other man. His vision was blurred from the exertion and the blows. "...Why don't you understand?" he said, his voice weaker than a whisper.
The emperor narrowed his eyes and scowled as the smaller man challenged him once again. "You think this is some sort of game to me?" he spat back, his voice laced with barely restrained anger. "I will have an heir, Marcus... or I will see you suffer beyond your wildest nightmares." He stood and towered over the fallen man, every muscle tense with rage.
Without warning, Augustus lunged forward, wrapping his powerful arms around Marcus's body and squeezing tightly enough to make the other man gasp for air. "This is not negotiable," he growled into Marcus's ear before slamming him back down onto the cold stone floor with a sickening thud. "And if you ever dare challenge me like that again..." he paused, leaning in close so his hot breath fanned over Marcus's face "...I will break you."
Marcus had completely lost it. "Break this, you idiot!" he yelled, before twisting his entire body to deliver a powerful punch to Augustus's testicles. "I CAN'T GIVE YOU A DAMN HEIR!" he screamed, before the other man fell to the ground. Marcus delivered another powerful punch to his testicles. "FUCK A WOMAN FOR THAT, YOU BRAINLESS APE."
The emperor doubled over in pain as the first blow landed, hissing through clenched teeth as he struggled to remain upright. But then the second punch connected with his aching groin, and he collapsed to the ground, curling up into a tight ball as agony unlike anything he'd ever experienced washed over him. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood that trickled from his nose as he clutched at himself in a futile attempt to find some relief.
"You stupid little fool..." he managed to wheeze between shallow breaths, his voice barely above a whisper. "I swear I'll make you pay for this." With one final effort, he pulled himself upright, ignoring the dizziness that threatened to send him crashing back down again as he glared at Marcus with venom in his eyes. "You've made the first mistake..." he said slowly, advancing menacingly on the other man. "...but you won't live long enough to regret it."
His fists clenched and unclenched as adrenaline flooded through his system, making him stronger despite the pain that still wracked his body. "Now," he growled, taking a step closer, "are you going to be reasonable?" He paused for effect before adding with mocking sweetness, "Or do I have to teach you another lesson?"
Marcus let out a tired laugh. "'Be reasonable'... look who's asking... the man who thinks he can get another man pregnant..." He lowered his head, taking a breath, before raising his gaze again. "YOU BE REASONABLE AND UNDERSTAND THAT I CAN'T GIVE YOU AN HEIR." He snarled, propelling himself forward with his legs, his body like a bullet, delivering a powerful headbutt to Augustus's aching testicles.
The emperor let out a strangled cry as the agonizing pain returned in full force, momentarily doubling him over once more. But even as his vision swam and stars danced before his eyes, he managed to raise his head and glare at Marcus. "You... you fucking bitch..." he snarled through clenched teeth.
His hands trembled with the effort not to lash out and strike back at Marcus as anger coursed through him like a livewire. But reason took hold for now, and he forced himself to calm down, letting his rage subside into cold, unyielding determination instead.
"Fine," he hissed between clenched teeth, glaring down at the other man. "You want me to be reasonable? Then here's what we're going to do." He straightened up slowly, his hands moving away from his injured groin as he took a deep breath to steady himself. "From now on," he continued, voice almost conversational despite the furious glint in his eyes, "you will call me 'Master,' understand? And you will obey every command I give you without question." He stepped forward until they were only inches apart, the other man's rage-flushed face level with his own. "Do we understand each other?"
His hands balled into fists at his sides, trembling with pent-up aggression as he waited for Marcus's reply.
Marcus swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Augustus's gaze. "Will you... will you keep insisting that I give you an heir? Despite me already making it clear that it's physically impossible for me?" he asked weakly, his breath coming in short gasps from exhaustion.
A cruel smile twisted the emperor's lips. "Of course I will," he hissed, reaching out to roughly cup Marcus's chin with one hand. "You are mine now, remember? And if you don't start acting like it, I'll make you regret it." His grip tightened almost painfully as he leaned closer still, their faces mere inches apart. "Do we understand each other?"
His breath caressed Marcus's lips and cheek as he held the other man trapped in his unyielding gaze, refusing to let him look away no matter how much it hurt or how much he struggled. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, the very atmosphere around them vibrating with the power struggle playing out between them.
Marcus smiled tenderly at the other man, slowly tilting his head back before lunging forward with speed, headbutting Augustus. "I CAN'T GIVE YOU A DAMN CHILD!" he yelled. Both men lost their balance, but Marcus braced himself on the ground, throwing his entire body forward to deliver another powerful punch to Augustus's injured testicles. "GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEADS, YOU CAN'T GET ME PREGNANT NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!" As the other man fell to the ground, Marcus clenched his hands into a fist above his head, before using gravity to slam the punch down hard, right into the other man's balls.
The emperor let out a sharp cry as Marcus pummeled his injured groin, barely able to see through the tears of pain that streamed down his face. His grip on Marcus's throat loosened momentarily before tightening again in an effort to choke the other man into submission. "You stupid fool!" he wheezed between ragged breaths. "Do you want to die?!"
With a final, desperate surge of strength, Augustus lifted Marcus off the ground by his throat and hurled him across the room like a ragdoll. The other man crashed into the wall with bone-jarring force, slumping bonelessly to the floor in a heap. "You," he growled, struggling to rise despite the pain that coursed through his entire body, "will give me an heir... one way or another."