A/N Size difference, dub-c, read at your own discretion....

"Did he agree?" The Prince asked anxiously as the Advisor came from the throne room. His morose look was not promising.

"No. At this rate our people will die of starvation while the Gods eat a lavish feast and are worshipped by no one." He griped. The Prince sighed in frustration and then came to a decision. He pulled the Advisor down the hall and into a side chamber.

"Take my offerings. He has no say over those. I should have just enough to distribute to the most affected, I believe." He murmured, watching for spies. If they could get it done before word got to his father then there was nothing he could do after the fact except...

"My Prince, you are too kind but we couldn't put you in that much danger!" He shook his head at the Prince.

"I insist. Come whatever punishment he may give me; you make sure our people live. Please. I beg of you. Do not think on it another minute. We both know this is the right thing to do." He clapped a hand on the older man's shoulder and they exchanged a glance.

"Alright, my Prince. I will do as you ask." He bowed low to the Prince and then left to carry out his orders. The Prince felt a cold chill as he left, though the day was hot. His father was a cruel, stupid man who would rather pander to the Gods than care for his own people, but he was the Pharaoh. As much as he wished to oppose his father's rulings, he knew it was dangerous to do so unless the direst circumstances or the greatest need.

This time was of the greatest need. The drought which had descended affected not just the poor but the wealthy too. No food meant no food for anyone. How his father couldn't see that was beyond him. He had great silos of grain stored away for his tribute to the gods, and he knew there was more there than could feed all the priests and acolytes for a hundred years. It would spoil before anyone ate it, and their people needed it desperately now.

"Your majesty, I must ask you to come with us." The Captain of the Royal Guard stood in his doorway with a sympathetic expression. He realised that his father had found out about what he had done. It was too late now though. The grain was gone, distributed amongst the people who needed it. He did not know what to expect. The Prince bit his lip and the Captain clapped a gentle hand on his shoulder, "What you did was to be commended. I just wish your father could see what a good man you have become."

"Thank you Captain." The Prince whispered and followed him out of his chambers. He took the Prince to the throne room, the place his father most liked to be. The Pharaoh liked looking down on his subjects from the high throne, preferably covered in gold as much as possible. His face was contorted in anger as he looked down on them now. The Prince thought to himself that he had probably hoped the guards would be rougher with him and seemed disappointed his son wasn't brought in chains like the criminal he imagined him to be.

"Tsk, tsk, my son. You have been naughty. You gave away all your tribute to the Gods to lowly peasants and farmers. Now how do you expect the Gods to protect you? Especially since I specifically said I would give no aid to those lowlifes." He growled at his son. The Prince pretended to be surprised.

"Oh? I am so sorry father. I had no idea. I assumed that the Gods would be pleased to be worshipped and loved by more people, and thanked for sharing their bounty. You know I would never deliberately go against your word, father." He bowed low and did his best to look humble and subservient.

"Do I now? Hmmm. I wonder. It still stands that I must punish you for going against me." He glared at the boy. His hatred was a living thing in the room, caused by the kindness and beauty of his only son, no doubt. He stood and the extravagant robes glided down the steps behind him like a golden waterfall as he descended to pass judgement. The Prince knelt, but it was not enough for his father, who kicked him over and stepped on his chest.

"You cannot kill me. I am your only surviving heir." He whispered up at the man. The Pharaoh narrowed his eyes and then smiled grimly. It did not bode well for the prince, whatever he was thinking.

"You are right. I wouldn't want to mar that beautiful skin of yours with a beating either. Perhaps I shall just remind you where exactly you came from. Your mother was my whore, so how about you have a little taste of the humiliation you might have endured but for me accepting you as my heir." His cruel smile widened as he called the guard over to pass judgement.

"Yes your majesty?" The Captain asked, glancing down at the Prince on the floor. He prayed he would not be beheading the only sane royal in the palace.

"Take my son and hang him on the pillar in the middle of the courtyard. Mind you cover his wrists carefully with cloth first so they do not take damage. Post a sign that any may use him as they see fit as long as they leave no permanent mark upon his flesh. Any who do will be executed. You may feed him and watch over him if you wish." He turned with a forbidding laugh and ascended back up onto his throne.

The Captain helped the Prince to his feet and reluctantly took him out into the courtyard. He had another guard fetch strips of soft cloth to wrap him in, as the king suggested. Once his wrists were covered in many layers of thick cotton, the Captain raised one after the other to bind in the cuffs that dangled from the top. He was reluctant to leave him there. He would be helpless against any who would heed the Pharaoh's wishes.

"Don't worry your majesty, I will post guards who will carry out the second half of his order and I will see you fed and given drink regularly. You have but to ask." He bowed and nearly broke at the gentle thanks the Prince bestowed upon him. He didn't feel he deserved it for carrying out orders he felt in his heart were wrong. His unease just kept growing like a thorny bramble taken root in a garden of contentment.

The first to approach was an Advisor to the Pharaoh. He whispered into the Prince's ear that he approved his actions, but knew the Pharaoh would not rest unless he felt his son was punished. Then he pleasured the Prince with his hands and mouth. He stroked the soft skin gently, pumped his c*ck with his hand, took him into his mouth and had the Price crying his release to the sky. The only punishment was that it was hands not of his choosing and the humiliation of it being public.

More came forth from the shadows. Some whispered their thanks to the Prince before putting their hands on his body, others came up behind to hide themselves from his gaze before violating him, and still others cursed him for not staying silent and ending up where he was. The Captain fed him the finest foods and carefully poured him the finest drinks. Each time the Prince thanked him was like a knife into his chest.

"Will you not take your turn, Captain? I have heard you simply watch." The Pharaoh came out to watch with a satisfied grin. He knew the Pharaoh would not take no for an answer, and might even wait to watch him do it, so he agreed.

"Certainly my Pharaoh." He bowed and walked forward. The damp clothes looked uncomfortable and ragged where they had been torn or cut out of the way of others. He took his knife and cut it away carefully. The Prince sighed in relief or exhaustion. He stroked the smooth skin softly, not quite meeting the Prince's gaze as he tried to make him comfortable. "I am sorry. Your father insists."

He pulled open his trousers and stroked himself as well. Then he reached back to make sure the Prince was loosened before pushing himself in. He was pretty big according to most men his age and he didn't really want to hurt the Prince. He was careful, sliding in and out with the lubrication of the other, smaller men before him. It was tight, but no longer virginal from the sheer number that had been inside that day. He worried that it would be inflamed badly, and made a note to get some cream for the Prince.

"You aren't f*cking him hard enough. Harder. Make him feel it." The Pharaoh yelled at the Captain. The audience frowned and muttered at the callous attitude of the man towards his own son. The Captain ignored the shouts, instead trying to make himself and his Prince cumm together. He used all his wiles on the Prince's body to make him squirm and feel good in his binds. They both went, the Prince on the stone pillar and the Captain deep inside his liege.

"There. He felt it, your majesty." He bowed to the Pharaoh who was gritting his teeth in anger now. His plan was for his son to hate this, not enjoy it! He stormed off and everyone there knew it was not over. Would he attempt to punish him another way? Would he dare to have a go at his own son? It would seem his plan was to cause him the most agony he could manage without killing him or marring his beauty.

He came back with one of the slaves and the audience muttering became loud in the open space. What was the Pharaoh thinking!? The man was huge. At least eight feet tall and twice the size of every man here. His hands and neck were bound with chains and had the raw look of being there for a long time. He had been fed and exercised to a thick, muscular body tone. His head was shaved of hair and he wore hardly any clothes.

"Come Tamir, I have a naughty whore for you to punish." The Pharaoh sneered as he pointed to his son in chains. His liege had dragged him up from the slaves' quarters insisting he needed him to punish a whore but the giant was confused. He knew this man not as a whore but as the Prince. The crowd around him shouted foul at the Pharaoh. They were just making him angrier. He pulled a long, gilt handled knife and pointed it at the giant with promise.

"Forgive me, my Prince." He sighed as he approached the chained figure. The man turned to look at him with tears on his face but a brave smile.

"It is alright Tamir. I forgive you. It is not your fault. My father is an evil man that none will stand against." The Prince murmured to him. The giant was filled with pity and admiration for this man he was about to injure. If he tore the most seasoned of concubines, it was almost certain he would be too much for the Prince. He tried to slip in while he was soft at first, but it was difficult to get very far without some solidity.

He thrusted shallowly at the entrance. The Prince gritted his teeth at the feeling of being stuffed so full. The Pharaoh began threatening the giant Tamir, poking at him with the knife in his hands. He pushed as the man's hips so he would try to push in further. The feeling of the tight, wet walls around him had Tamir's c*ck gradually coming to life, no matter how hard he tried not to get aroused. The Prince was beautiful after all.

Slowly he slipped in deeper, filling him up until he gasped and arched. Tamir grasped his hips and lifted them so he might change the angle and that caused his c*ck to slide in even further. They both were sweating from the tight fit and the Prince's c*ck perked to life with each slam of the giant's hips. His mouth hung open and drool ran unchecked as he took his punishment.

It was no worse than the many times he had been stretched further and further that day. It stung and a bit of blood mixed with the thick mixture of old cumm and arse-juices that sloshed around. As Tamir found a rhythm he pumped in and out, coating his c*ck in a thick pink foam from the friction. The Prince shot another load onto the pillar and the Pharaoh, in a blind rage, slashed across the giant's back with the knife.

Tamir cried out in pain, throwing his arms out and staggering back from the attack. He knocked the Pharaoh to the ground and turned to stand over him. He had done everything his liege had ever asked him, and yet he was still attacked? He swelled his muscles, flexing with all his might and pulling the chains apart in one great heave. The Pharaoh looked in in shock as his beast towered over him with killing intent.

"Stop him you fools!" He shouted for his guards. He looked to them for help and one by one they turned their backs. Last to turn was the Captain, who shook his head disappointedly. None would come to his aid. The crowd about them turned their backs, refusing to acknowledge their Pharaoh's pleads. None saw the crime committed that day by the slave. None would bother to punish him for vanquishing his captor.

When the deed was done, he turned to the Prince who hung in his binds passed out. He went to the man and gently as he could he released the bonds. He lifted him in his arms and took him into the palace. Gently he placed him into the baths to cleanse him. The Prince awoke as he was being washed, and Tamir soothed him. He kissed the tears from his eyes and washed the punishment from his skin. He massaged the sore muscles of his body and had the Prince sighing.

He carried him from the baths and took him to his father's room, the only other place he had been besides the concubine quarters, the baths and the slaves' quarters. He placed him on the bed and knelt beside it. He bowed his head in shame. The kind Prince reached out his hand and lifted the man's head to look at him.

"I am so sorry my Prince. If I had known I could break the chains I would have done so sooner and you would not have gotten hurt." He said to his Prince.

"Hush. You did break them and with them you broke all our chains. You have freed us. Thank you Tamir." He smiled at the giant. "Now what is your will? Shall you take the throne?"

"What? That is yours is it not?" Tamir said confused. The Prince chuckled at the man's innocence.

"You defeated the Pharaoh. As a man with the strength of a God, it is yours to take if you wish it." He explained gently to the man who was a slave. The big man shook his head at the idea. "No?"

"No, it is yours." He said, bowing to the Prince once more. The Prince frowned though. Not at the thought of taking the throne but whether or not the people would follow him after his humiliation. "Why do you frown, my lord?" 

"I worry Tamir. I have no heir, I have been shown weak to my people by my father, and I am young. I worry there are those who would try to take over or even kill me." He explained again to the big man. The giant looked thoughtful.

"I will protect you. I don't want to be Pharaoh, but I will make sure you stay on the throne if you wish it. Consider it atonement for hurting you this day." He promised the Prince. The man shook his head though.

"No. Not atonement. I told you it was not your fault. As my friend, my advisor and companion. What say you Tamir? I will have you put into a fine chamber and clothes, and you may help me fix this mess my father has made." He smiled as the giant nodded. They clasped hands and a friendship was born. One that would last a lifetime. One that would blossom into something special. Something like love.