The King's Secret

By Wayne Mansfield

For years Pan has been living happily with King Seronisis at his palace. Yet nothing can compare with the happiness Pan experiences whenever he is able to visit his parents and sisters on their farm by the Great Forest.Being the king’s lover and most trusted confidante is a dangerous thing to be.

When Pan returns to the palace after a month-long visit with his family, he stops along the way to bathe in a small lake not far from the palace. But during his swim, his escorts disappear and Pan is abducted.

Terrified, all Pan can think of is what his beloved King Seronisis will think when he doesn’t arrive home on time. He's taken across the desert to a cave where his captor lives in exile. When he discovers the reason for his abduction, he wonders how he can warn Seronisis of the forthcoming threat his abductor poses to the monarch. But how can he escape? And will he ever see his lover, King Seronisis, again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Sep 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781611529456

Wayne Mansfield

Wayne Mansfield is a Western Australian writer. He has been writing for nine years and has been published in Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States. Additionally, he wrote a monthly erotic story for the German publications Macho and Dreamboys for two years. His novellas and stories usually have a horror, futuristic, or fantasy theme, although he does write contemporary stories such as The Hiding Place, which received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards.

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The King’s Secret

By Wayne Mansfield

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2013 Wayne Mansfield

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The King’s Secret

By Wayne Mansfield

There had been no time to react.

Pan had been on his way back to the palace after having spent a pleasant month with his family on their farm by the Great Forest. His two Hapsid escorts, great lumbering creatures, half-man, half-beast, were riding on either side. Had they continued riding, they might have avoided trouble. As it was, Pan, eager to present himself at his best to his beloved sovereign, King Seronisis, ordered his two armed escorts to stop by a small pond not a mile from the palace gates.

After dismounting, the Hapsid troopers helped Pan out of his clothes and escorted him to the water’s edge where they waited while Pan bathed, washing the dirt and sweat of a long ride from his smooth, toned body. Seeing the troopers deep in conversation, Pan turned and began to swim towards the centre of the pond, with leisurely but powerful strokes that had him slipping through the water at quite a rate. When he turned he noticed the two Hapsid guards were nowhere in sight. The observation didn’t particularly bother him. Probably having a piss, he thought. Or pleasuring each other.

Yet the moment he stepped from the water he noticed a small spot of blood on the rock where one of the guards had been sitting. The mud was busy with footprints and there were large patches of crushed grass. It was only then he noticed the birds had stopped singing and the orchestra of insect noises had ceased. Over by the large Banton tree the horses were snorting nervously and stepping restlessly from side to side on their tethers.

He walked towards them, his heart racing, pumping dread into his veins. Despite his senses being heightened, despite his heart skipping a beat at every tiny sound, he failed to hear someone approach him from behind and pull something down over his head. A sack. He could feel the rough texture of its weave and smell the earthiness of its fibres. After it had been secured around his neck, he felt his wrists being bound by leather thonging. There were at least three men—one holding his arms, another with his arms around Pan’s waist, holding him steady, and a third doing the tying.

It had all happened so fast there had been no time to struggle. By the time he realised what was going on, it was too late to kick and fight, though he did what he was