Warnings: Rated M!, Explicit, Cruel Uther, Non-Con, Merlin/Uther pairing, Rape, MalexMale, forced marriage.

Merlin really didn't know what he had done to deserve this. He really didn't know what he had done to get the King's attention. He was just a serving boy and it seems that Uther was now giving that a whole different meaning.

He was bound on the King's royal bed, with nothing but a thick red embellished velvet duver to conceal his nakedness from. His hands were tied together and bound up at the headboard all to make sure he would stay there. He shuddered by the way those guards told him that specifically. He just knew then and there what he was there for, he heard the stories himself from other servants, but he really didn't want to think about it.

But he couldn't.

Stories from how servants were called or, just like him, put into the King's chambers were inviltrating his mind. He heard how the King loved to devour servants so much that they were unable to return to their duties for a week. At least.

He needed to get out of there, now. Trying the ropes again he still couldn't get them any looser, but then he heard tutting coming from the door and he froze. Wide eyes moved to the doorway and Merlin suddenly felt bile rise up in his throat. The lustful King stood there, complete with his infamous leather gloves. Merlin tears his eyes from them, but is unable to stop the stories bubbling up about those particular accessories. Every servant ever to come back from Uther's chamber specifically named those leather gloves.

Merlin closes his eyes tightly when he hears the King striding forward and hears him nearing the bed faster and faster. He feels vulnerable and just wants to get out. But he knows he can't, unless he uses his magic, but he must be a fool to use magic in front of the King. It would mean his death. He has no other way than to just command to the King's wishes, even though he is absolutely repulsed by the mere thought alone.

Uther moves the thick duvet to the side and Merlin tries to shield his nakedness by closing his legs together, but Uther stops him by putting a gently hand on his knee. "That won't do." The King's rough voice says and Merlin swallows loudly.

Suddenly his eyes fly open when he feels the King's hand caress his thigh and travels upwards over his stomach and grazing a nipple, making him hiss. Uther merely smirks at him before he moves his hand even more up to his neck.

"Months you've let me suffer., Merlin." The husky voice tells him and Merlin dares to look at him with a questionable gaze. "Months I was abbreviated from sleep just because you filled up my mind. Have you any idea what you've done to me Merlin?"

Merlin doesn't dare to answer.

"I've seen you, you know. With my son."

Merlin's breath hitches... he-he couldn't have known.

"I've seen you with my son and know you've given him the satisfaction that I wanted." Uther's voice turns a little more rougher, darker. But you see Merlin," the King slides his hand down from the long white neck all the way down to his cock. "Arthur's not here and now you're all mine." He slowly begins to move his hand up and down on Merlin's cock and he whimpers by the unwanted pleasure.

Uther moves to the side to place two bottles down and uncorks them both before holding one of them against Merlin's lips. Merlin recognizes the purple potion in it and he refuses to drink it. He knows it's a potion to make people drowsy and the last thing he wants is him being unaware of his surroundings.

But even he doesn't have the strenght to fight Uther's hand that is squeezing his cheeks so his mouth opens and as soon as his lips part the King pours the tincture in. The effect is almost immediately and Merlin turns his head away as soon as the King lets him go. His eyes are sliding a little closer already and his arms begin to sag in their hold. He hates the feeling, but there's nothing he can do.

"This is for your own good." Uther whispers in his ear and he closes his eyes again, trying to ignore everything Uther says. "I don't want to hurt you and this will make you more relaxed. It will make it less painful for you."

His hands are back on him again with one on his chest and one on his cock. "I will make you forget all about Arthur and make you only think of me. All you will think about it about satisfying me, about you screaming my name when I fuck you hard." Uther smiles widely as he feels Merlin's manhood react to his pleasuring despite the potion and hears even more whimpers.

Merlin hates how his body is betraying him. Hates how weak he feels, hates that he is too afraid to use his magic to escape from this. He just knows that he'll never make it out alive if he will and even if there is a slight possibility he will than he can never return to Camelot, to Arthur. It's just not an option and so he has no other option than to lie here still and hope that the night will be over soon enough.

He hears clothes being shed off and thrown carelessly on the floor and the the uncorking of another bottle. Next is the bed dipping and the King's body hovering right beside him, before he's moving himself between his legs. He tries to block the tears forming, but it's a lost cause and he knows that.

Right then he feels one hand still clad in leather on his hole and a startled gasp leaves his mouth.

"Sh, sh, sh." Uther soothes. "I want you to enjoy this, as much as I will." He ends with pushing one finger gently in. Merlin's eyes fly open at that. The burn is too much and he just wants it to stop.

"So tight." The King murmurs, slowly setting pace with his finger. Merlin unable to stop the tears starts gasping softly for air.

The King wipes away the tears. "No, no, no. That won't do my love. Let me make amends." He leans forward, pressing his lips against the closed mouth of his new lover and pushing a second finger next to the other. He revels in the gasps that Merlin let out and he sits back again. Just looking at the beautiful boy beneath him. That milky white skin that he had fantasized so much about the past months, and then there are those deep blue eyes that got him mesmerized with the boy in the first place. Those piercing blue eyes he first began to notice on the feast of Arthur's birthday.

Slowly he moves his fingers, scissoring the boy's hole enough so he can put a third one in. His free hand starts fondling the boy's balls and lenght again, now at the same speed as his other hand and a smirk of victory plays on his lips when he sees that the boy is beginning to harden from his touch.

He bends forwards again, biting in the crook of his new lover's neck that will certainly leave a mark. Merlin screams and Uther licks his lip. "That's right my love. Cry out for me."

Uther let go of Merlin's cock and moves his other hand away and grabs the second vial instead, coating his own cock liberately. Merlin knows what's going to happen now and he looks away again, not wanting to see anything of it. He feels his legs pushed out and a sob leaves his mouth as he feels the King push against his hole. He tries to clench it close, but it seems to only spur Uther on and he pushes harder until he's finally in.

"P-please, don't." Merlin mumbles, but he knows it falls on deaf ears. He feels Uther pushing further and further until he finally bottoms out and he breathes a content sigh.

"So perfect."

Merlin feels the King move inside him and panting his name and it makes him cry even more. He doesn't want this, he never wanted this. If only Arthur was there to get him out of here.

He feels the King going harder and more vigorous with each and every thrust and Merlin gasps when the King goes just there.

"I'm…close." The King pants in between thrusts and Merlin bites his lower lip hard, almost making it bleed. He tries his best to block out any more cries coming from him, but it's useless.

Three more hard thrusts and the King spill with a cry of Merlin's name inside him. Panting heavily he pulls out and falls next to his new lover and pulling him close. The King's strong arm lays possessively over Merlin's chest and he kisses his temple. "That was amazing, love." He said, his voice hoarse and snakes his free arm between his legs, "Now it's your turn." Uther whispers in Merlin's ear and begins stroking Merlin's lenght.

"Come for me, love."

Merlin doesn't know what makes him more sickening. The King touching him or the pet name he has for him. But as the strokes get faster and Merlin feels relief build inside him he knows there's nothing he can do than just let it happen. Soon, white stripes of cum are covering the King's hand.

"That's it my love, give me everything." He starts to kiss Merlin's shoulder, then gently nibbling and biting at the neck until he's satisfied that he got everything Merlin had to give him. After wiping his hand off on a nearby cloth he turns Merlin on his side, ignoring the whimper Merlin lets out as his arms are twisted in an uncomfortable position.

"Sleep my love." Uther kisses his hair and caresses his chest with featherlight touches. "Tomorrow's a big day for us. As of tomorrow you'll be my consort.

Merlin fights for breath at what the King just told him and he wants to call out but his voice seems lost.

"You make me happy Merlin." He says, kissing his hair once more.

Rewritten some parts of this story as Merlin having Magic. I first left it up to the readers whether or not Merlin would have it, but now he definitely has.