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Aemond wasn’t quite sure how he got here. He had harbored his hate towards Lucerys for years ever since he took out his eye. He had thought for years about how to get his revenge. Making him take out one of his own eyes. Just doing it himself when the boy most likely refused. Killing him with a sword or knife through his eye if he ever faced him in battle, or had an opportunity to assassinate him. The common thing you might find yourself wishing upon an enemy.
Until one day, while talking about him to his brother, Aegon suddenly said; “I think you should just fuck him.”
“What?” Aemond said surprised as he turned his head to actually look at his brother’s face.
“You should just rape the little shit,” Aegon explained, encouragingly. It seemed like an obvious conclusion to him, which reminded Aemond why he often despised his brother.
“I have no interest in such vulgar endeavors,” Aemond told him with a disapproving glare.
“Why not? You get off thinking about all the ways to fuck him up. Why not literally get off on the process?”
“I don’t—“ Aemond started to defend himself, "I don't get off on it," he meant to say, but then he realized how much of a lie that probably was. He just sighed and shook his head.
Aegon simply continued, paying no mind to his negative reaction. “Besides, it’s the worst thing you could do to a man.”
And that was essentially why he was now standing next to a naked Lucerys chained to a bed at the red keep.
When Vhagar took a bite out of Arrax while they were chasing Lucerys through the clouds, he managed to catch his nephew before the boy fell to the ground.
Luckily he was completely unharmed. Vhagar ate half of Arrax’s body, her bite closing down just where his rider’s back and legs were. After Aemond caught Lucerys, the dead dragon’s body fell down the ocean. The opportunity to bring him in as a prisoner was obvious. But it was thanks to Aegon that things escalated into something beyond that.
Well, if he were honest, that wasn’t entirely the truth. Rather Aemond had come to him, all but asking his brother if he indeed wanted to follow through with the idea he had once brought up for how to punish their dear nephew.
His brother’s reaction was nothing but enthusiastic. He thanked Aemond for bringing him such a valuable hostage in these times of need, but even as he said so there was a hidden— No, a blatantly clear amusement to his voice, his eyes. His smile was playful, as it was back when he had first taken Aemond to a brothel when he was younger, as it usually was when he was about to engage in some sort of depravity.
“Should we make the arrangements, then?” His brother asked. Aemond said yes.
Lucerys woke up. He was still half-asleep, but as he tried to turn to the side to go back to sleep, he realized he couldn’t. He could turn his head and his torso, but not really his left legs and arms. For a moment he didn’t understand. The confusion probably got him more awake, and then he opened his eyes. He didn’t know where he was. Then he realized he was naked.
He tried moving more, and by that point he already felt that there was something restraining him. He looked at his hand. There was a handcuff, tied to a chain. Same with his other one. He was trying not to panic. He tried to remember where he was before. Storm’s End. He was flying on Arrax, running away from his uncle Aemond, and then… Then what, exactly? He didn’t remember. He was worried about Arrax.
He looked at himself, his own naked body in shivers, probably out of fear rather than cold, his legs also chained, and it was starting to get hard to breathe. He tried not to make any sounds.
As he looked around the place, he realized that he was in his old bedchambers… At the Red Keep. It was obvious already, but now he was sure he had been captured. By Aemond, surely. So he was in the same castle as the usurpers. Their prisoner.
It wasn’t an impossible situation to fathom, but he had never expected that to be the case when he flew to Storm’s End. The stakes were simply meant to be whether ser Borros Baratheon would choose to support his mother or the usurper. He was scared when he saw Vhagar, and he had feared for his life when Aemond started following him as he flew away, but he didn’t think he would bring him as a prisoner.
Perhaps more shocking though were the specifics of his situation. Rather than in a cell, he was in a bed… naked. He didn’t want to think about it but he knew at the back of his mind what that probably meant.
Maybe Aemond just wanted to humiliate him. To laugh at him, all exposed and defenseless. And being sent to his old bedchambers was probably just a courtesy to show that they meant to treat Rhaenyra’s sons kindly if the queen chose to surrender. Though in this case leaving him naked kind of defeated the purpose…
He tried to free himself, but it didn’t take much time for him to realize that it was useless. He wasn’t strong enough to break the chains, and the steel keeping them tied to his wrists and ankles were too tight to squeeze his hands or feet out of. He had assumed such already, but he had to try just in case.
Either way, he was still locked in the room and they would probably be upset if they entered and found him unbound.
He closed his eyes. He was still a bit sleepy and, he thought maybe it would feel better not to look. That ended up having the opposite effect, he felt anxious as if something could out come out of the dark to attack him.
He just waited, gods knew how long, thinking about his mother, about how she could rescue him or make a deal with the greens for him to be let go, until he finally heard something. Footsteps, possibly from more than just a single person, and soon enough the doors were opened.
As he looked at the entrance he saw the faces of his two uncles, Aegon and Aemond. He gasped, feeling a different sort of anxiety now that he wasn’t alone. He probably had shivers down his skin, but he didn’t want to let it show. His already indignant face turned into an angry frown as he noticed the expressions on his captors’ faces. Aegon looked like he was just about to laugh, and Aemond had his typical arrogant smirk. Lucerys huffed in anger, not sure what to say.
“Welcome back, nephew.” Aemond was the first to speak.
“Gods, look at him,” Aegon chuckled, as if he really found his situation funny.
“You think this is funny?!” Lucerys couldn’t help but ask him in a rage, hitting his closed fists on the bed.
Aegon came to sit on the side of the bed, thankfully not too close to him. “A little bastard prince all chained-up with his tiny dick out? Yeah, it’s quite funny.”
Aemond shook his head, as if half amused and half annoyed at his brother’s response.
“What happened? What happened to Arrax?” he asked Aemond, ignoring the usurper’s presence next to him.
“Let’s just say, my Vhagar has her stomach full,” he coldly explained.
No. Not Arrax. He felt a terrible sensation on his chest as he came to the realization that his dragon was dead. He had Arrax with him since he was born, the two growing up together, as if he was a second brother.
He felt his eyes starting to water, but he didn’t want, he couldn’t cry in front of them. He held back his sadness and let it come out as only anger and disdain. “You monster! I won’t forget that! My mother, she’ll make you pay!” he shouted.
Aegon laughed. Aemond looked like he wanted to hold back but still let out a chuckle. “Still hiding behind your mother all these years later?” he said.
“What do you think she’s gonna do, come here with her dragon and kill us all?” Aegon asked. Lucerys raised his shoulders. He didn’t know what she was gonna do, but she was gonna do something. Hopefully not accepting the terms of surrender…
“If she comes here, we’ll be prepared. Not that she has the guts to anyway. If she comes at all it will most likely be to surrender and kneel to her rightful king.”
Lucerys scoffed at his words. “Rightful king?”
Aegon came closer and slapped him in the face. “Exactly. You should show some respect.”
“Now, that might take long or it might be soon, but we’ll make sure to make the best out of our time with you,” Aegon said and then drove his hand to Lucerys’ stomach, gently stroking his naked skin from under his nipples down to the start of his crotch. Lucerys’ body grew cold with fear.
“Stop,” he said weakly, almost a whisper.
“Did you say something?” Aegon jokingly inclined his head towards him as if trying to listen to something, while letting his nails scratch Lucerys’ stomach.
“What— what did you mean by that?”
“Oh, about our time together?” Aegon played dumb, as if he didn’t know exactly what Lucerys meant. “You know, things get busy around here when you’re the king. I don’t quite have the time to visit the brothels as much as I did before.”
Lucerys’ whole body trembled at the clear admission of what they intended to do to him.
“And the serving girls, you know… They can get all worked up about it, telling it to people and complaining,” Aegon explained his logic as if that was truly part of the reason why he was planning to use him as a whore next. Lucerys couldn’t believe someone so despicable could be crowned king. He looked at Aemond, as if asking him what he thought about it.
“I wasn’t fond of the idea at first, or at least I hadn’t thought about it,” he came closer to the bed, then stood right next to where Aegon was sitting. Luke could see Aegon smiling as he saw his brother joining in. “But then I thought, it’s quite what I deserve from you. Not all of it, for I still plan to take your eye.”
He couldn’t take it. It was too much to digest. Arrax, being a prisoner, the thought of his uncles using him for pleasure, his eye possibly getting removed. He closed his eyes. “No, no,” he whispered
Aemond wrapped a hand around his neck, making him open his eyes again. He was looking right at him. “Yes.”
At that moment Lucerys was paralyzed. This was real. It couldn’t be, yet it was.
“Please,” he pleaded with shame, the fear overtaking him. Aemond kept looking at his eyes, and Aegon's face turned towards him as well. “Please don’t do this. If mother knows of this, she won’t like it. You can just keep me as a hostage,” he seriously argued, as strong as he could be in this situation, while at the same time trying not to offend them.
Aegon smirked. “She’s not gonna hear a thing... But if she does, maybe she’ll surrender to put you out of your misery.”
“Your words won’t get you anywhere nephew. We have another use for your mouth in mind,” Aemond stated, his one eye dark with lust.
“So, let’s start the fun now?” Aegon asked Aemond while giving an excited tap to Lucerys’ stomach, as if he were part of the furniture rather than a person.
“Of course.”
Aegon started stroking his thigh now. It was dangerously close to his crotch. Lucerys whined at the touch. Then he flipped up his dick with a finger, not wanting to really touch it, and slapped his balls.
“Huh?!” Lucerys cried out in pain and confusion. Aegon just laughed at him, and then his hands were going down. His fingers were at his taint, then his hole. Lucerys tried not to make any noise, the sensation being strangely not unpleasant.
“You’re going straight for it?” Aemond asked, still standing.
“What do you wanna do?” Aegon said while rubbing at Lucerys’ hole.
“We should use his mouth first.”
“Be my guest.”
Lucerys looked at Aemond, then their eyes met and he looked away. He was opening up his pants, which already had a slight bulge visible, and Lucerys tried to take a peek without him noticing it. His cock was half-hard, and Lucerys could tell it was big. At least it was already bigger than his own, without even being fully hard.
Aemond looked at him, and he looked away, probably failing at not being caught staring. But he barely had time to feel embarrassed at that before Aemond climbed on top of him.
He cried out in surprise as his uncle knelt right above his chest. His cock was right in front of his face, he could even smell it. Aemond held it in his hand for a bit, and as he crouched closer and aimed it at his mouth, he was fully hard already. Meanwhile, Aegon kept rubbing at his taint and hole, which he tried to just ignore.
Lucerys wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, but he just let him put it in. It didn’t seem to make sense to protest it. His only plan was to endure.
The feeling of a man’s cock on his mouth was weird. It didn’t taste bad exactly, but it wasn’t good either. He wasn’t sure what to do. He could maybe just stand there without moving, letting Aemond do everything. But that just felt weird, and he had already accepted his fate for the moment.
He closed his lips around it, mostly just the head in his mouth, but didn’t start moving. He didn’t really know how to do it, and despite not outright protesting, he still had enough shame.
Aemond started thrusting in his mouth, slowly, still not going further, then held himself in his hands to properly control the pace. He was pushing his dick back and forth into Lucerys’ mouth with his hand and a bit of thrusting on his hips, and if this was it, Luke could take it.
Suddenly though, Aegon’s fingers were gone, and then back covered in spit. He was starting to really push at his entrance now, spreading his cheeks a bit with his other hand. “Hungh?!” Lucerys cried out surprised, his head turning to the side, which caused his other uncle to grab his head and then push it forward towards his dick again.
Lucerys looked up at him, still surprised and unable to take in his situation which was now constantly escalating. Aemond’s face told him to focus. He had made him take him deeper into his mouth, and was now thrusting deeper as well. Lucerys started to gag.
He couldn’t even take a moment to get used to that discomfort before Aegon was then actually pushing a finger inside him. His entrance burned at it, the first time anything had been put in there. He had become distracted again, looking down in disbelief at what was being done to him, and so Aemond grabbed his head again, then slapped him with his other hand, the pain making him unable to ignore him. “Keep sucking.”
He wasn’t even really sucking before, just taking it into his mouth, but then he started actually doing it, bobbing his head back and forth. At the same time Aegon was fingering his hole, a weird feeling Lucerys couldn’t get used to.
Soon enough Aegon put a second finger in, slightly startling him, and as he stopped moving his mouth and head again, Aemond took the opportunity to thrust deeper into it, his cock now fully reaching Lucerys’ throat, making him gag.
It felt terrible, it hurt and made him feel like he was going to vomit. Luke tapped his uncle on the arm, asking him to stop, but Aemond merely shoved his arm away and continued thrusting, his pubic hair sometimes poking at his nose.
He felt like he might really puke, and he was scared at how upset Aemond would be about it, but at least he hadn’t eaten recently. The humiliating sounds of his throat getting violated by the big cock that filled it made him want to crawl away and hide, but all he could do was close his eyes.
Suddenly Aemond stopped, and Aegon wasn’t fingering him anymore.
“I want to go first,” Aemond said. Lucerys opened his eyes and looked down, and he could see that Aegon was holding his cock. He was about to start fucking him, when Aemond intervened.
For a moment he was relieved, but it was a dumb reflex, as that just meant Aemond was now going to be the one to do it.
“Ugh, sure. I’ll take his mouth then,” Aegon said, annoyed.
Aemond got himself off of him, and Aegon made room for his brother to get into position, kneeling in front of Lucerys. Aemond grabbed his legs and pushed them towards him, straddled around his waist. The action had Lucerys startled and… feeling a type of way that he couldn’t name. Not aroused, surely…
He looked at him, and Aemond looked back. He felt pathetic. Aemond was going to be his first. Not that what they were doing to him was anything like what his first time with a woman would be like, but still.
Aemond started fingering him too to get him somewhat open again. He was fast and careless, eager to get done with it. Then he took his cock in his hand and aimed at Lucerys’ entrance.
Lucerys screamed in pain. It burned, the preparation not enough for how much bigger than two fingers that was. Aemond started pushing it in. After a bit he stopped, but Luke could tell it still wasn’t fully in. Aemond tentatively thrusted a few times. The feeling of the cock moving inside him was worse than it just staying still in there.
Then Aemond started pushing it in again, trying to get it all insife. “No, no… Stop,” Lucerys cried, a pain worse than before overtaking him when Aemond tried to go deeper inside him, as if he was already at its limit before.
Nevertheless, Aemond kept going, grabbing Lucerys’ face again as he whined. “Please, please…” he felt on the verge of crying, though he wasn’t sure it was because of the pain or the reality of the situation hurting in his mind. Aemond’s hand touched and squished his face, his thumb pressing at his lips, but Lucerys couldn’t do anything but writhe in pain, his eyes squinting hard and his mouth closed.
It was all in now, and Aemond started thrusting it hard, in and out, it hurt so much that it was nauseating. It felt like he was messing up his guts, which he probably was.
Aegon walked up out of the bed, took down his pants and stood next to Lucerys’ head with his cock in hand, aiming for him. “Open your mouth.”
He didn’t want to. He could barely handle getting fucked. Aegon slapped him. “Open your mouth”, he repeated.
And so he did, and Aegon was quick to put his cock in there. It was thicker but a bit smaller than Aemond’s, and smelled worse. Lucerys couldn’t really do much with his mouth in that position, but he was trying. As Aemond thrust and thrust into him, it became even harder, Aegon’s cock slipping out of his mouth as he involuntarily moved his head in response to what was happening in his ass.
Aegon started rocking his hips into his mouth, making him gag. He was getting fucked from both ends, and the shame was almost as bad as thr actual sensations in his body. Aegon pushed Luke’s head closer to better take in his cock, and Aemond took a possessive grip on his waist. The sound of his chains, his throat being abused and Aemond’s skin slapping against his all came together. It was probably audible to anyone who passed through the hallway.
Aegon put one of his hands around his neck, slightly choking him. He could already barely breathe and the pressure was only making it worse. He gagged and coughed and saliva leaked out of his mouth that was filled with Aegon’s cock. As he opened his eyes and looked at him, Lucerys was met with a sadistic smile, a dark amusement at his suffering.
His body was burning, struggling to handle all the sensations thrown at him, and he felt like he could pass out or die at any moment. He could also feel that Aemond was getting close, a relief in his mind but not to his body as his uncle kept thrusting faster and faster.
Finally, Aemond came inside him. He grabbed Lucerys’ waist tighter, his nails digging through the skin and scratching him. Lucerys could feel the throbbing as he shot his seed into his already filled insides. He pushed his cock in and out a little throughout, milking his orgasm with his hole.
He stayed there after his climax, and while Lucerys was thankful for the relief of his thrusts stopping, he was still getting his mouth fucked. It seemed that at least Aegon knew how to time it right so that he wouldn’t actually puke on his cock.
“Oh, take that you little bastard,” Aegon said, a lustful insult, as he came into Lucerys’ mouth, shooting perhaps two ropes and a little bit gushing through.
Aemond started pulling out his cock that was slowly softening. Aegon’s load had mostly went down his throat, but there was still some in his mouth, his tongue.
“Clean it,” Aegon said, pushing his cockhead into Lucerys’ mouth that was already sticky with his cum. It was mostly Aegon using his mouth to clean himself than him actually doing it.
He heard a satisfied chuckle come out of Aegon’s mouth, while Aemond was still panting.
With them both done, he could finally have a moment to breathe and relax, if one could call it that. He wanted to rest, probably sleep.
Aegon gave him a playful slap on the face. “Better than some of the whores I’ve had.”
As Lucerys calmed down and started to think, he was angry. He was glad he still had that at least. “You got what you wanted, get out now,” he said, sounding weaker than he had hoped, his voice struggling to come out.
Aegon laughed again. “The little whore thinks he can give us orders?”
Lucerys looked away from him, his watery eyes and his trembling mouth probably just giving his captors more satisfaction.
“But yes we will get out, unlike you. You’re stuck in here bastard, at least until your cunt of a mother bends the knee to me.”
“She won’t,” Lucerys said, and once again he felt like he could cry as he spoke. It felt stupid to still have any pride in his current situation.
“You better hope she does, or you’re gonna be our little whore forever.” Aegon got closer to him on the bed, then spit on his face. Luke couldn’t even wipe it with his bound hands.
“Get some rest bastard. I’ll see you again soon. Your depth to me can finally be paid,” Aemond said, before walking towards the door. Luke gulped and shivered at the threat. Wasn’t this enough punishment already?!
As Aegon walked out, he looked back at him and laughed, perhaps noticing his spit sliding down his lips. Aemond waited for him, then closed the door. Lucerys closed his eyes, not wanting to see or think about his pathetic body that had just been used like a whore's.
He waited for a bit, and when he finally felt that they were far away enough and truly gone, Lucerys took a deep breath, and finally allowed himself to cry.