[Taryon should have had strong suspicions what was going to happen when he spotted a large sum of money being handed over to his father in his study. It was one of those business meetings that he, his sister, and his mother were banned from attending, but Taryon knew how to peek into that room without getting caught - it's how he'd started to recognize some of the strange men frequenting his father, talking about some sort of transaction or other in hushed tones. He has read enough books to see this as proof of his father giving bribes or encouraging someone to go after tenants that haven't paid their rent, but he's never seen such a large gift.
He didn't think much of it, but it was rather strange.
Then one day, out of nowhere, his father said that Taryon was moving in with another wealthy man on the other side of the mountains. It will be good for him, he'll be useful for once, and after being caught with Lawrence (Taryon knows he won't inherit the estate. He has no purpose, and this is a chance to escape this house) it's the first time his future was being considered.
He thought that smile was his father's joy at being rid of his disappointing son.
Long after he left, with only some books and clothes allowed, when he realizes that his family and the servants were lied to on where he was going, when he figured out why Lord Darrington received such a sum that one night. Sir Karnon had directed Taryon to an underground passage in his mansion, which was guarded by a multitude of armed mercenaries, as if this were a prison rather than a wealthy establishment.
The fine silks and artwork sated him for only an hour as he unpacked and relaxed. That’s when he was provided his new uniform: a beautiful shirt that billowed as he walked and trousers that were far too tight around the crotch. This is how he would serve his new master, for now until he had been deemed worthy of freedom.
His protests was met with a shove onto the carpeted floor and a threat from this brute of a warden that Taryon’s newness and his owner’s recent infatuation are the only things stopping him from giving him a good show of Taryon’s duties. The ravenous leer says everything.
Taryon obediently changed, keeping his regular clothes hidden. He couldn’t be on-call all the time, right? Even servants needed a break, and surely, that warden couldn’t seriously mean that, right?
The recollection of their ride to the manor comes to him: Lord Karnon smiling at Taryon, equally glad and apprehensive of his new home, and commenting on what a good-looking young man he is.]
Sex Slaves AU?
He didn't think much of it, but it was rather strange.
Then one day, out of nowhere, his father said that Taryon was moving in with another wealthy man on the other side of the mountains. It will be good for him, he'll be useful for once, and after being caught with Lawrence (Taryon knows he won't inherit the estate. He has no purpose, and this is a chance to escape this house) it's the first time his future was being considered.
He thought that smile was his father's joy at being rid of his disappointing son.
Long after he left, with only some books and clothes allowed, when he realizes that his family and the servants were lied to on where he was going, when he figured out why Lord Darrington received such a sum that one night. Sir Karnon had directed Taryon to an underground passage in his mansion, which was guarded by a multitude of armed mercenaries, as if this were a prison rather than a wealthy establishment.
The fine silks and artwork sated him for only an hour as he unpacked and relaxed. That’s when he was provided his new uniform: a beautiful shirt that billowed as he walked and trousers that were far too tight around the crotch. This is how he would serve his new master, for now until he had been deemed worthy of freedom.
His protests was met with a shove onto the carpeted floor and a threat from this brute of a warden that Taryon’s newness and his owner’s recent infatuation are the only things stopping him from giving him a good show of Taryon’s duties.
The ravenous leer says everything.
Taryon obediently changed, keeping his regular clothes hidden. He couldn’t be on-call all the time, right? Even servants needed a break, and surely, that warden couldn’t seriously mean that, right?
The recollection of their ride to the manor comes to him: Lord Karnon smiling at Taryon, equally glad and apprehensive of his new home, and commenting on what a good-looking young man he is.]