My Dear Minister

Clopin sat at an old wooden table, leaning on his elbow and nursing a mug of beer. He had been holding the minister for a few days now, knowing full well he had broken his promise to the man. Not that he cared.

He sighed and took another swig of his drink as Mortimer walked up and sat beside him. Mortimer looked at the half empty mug in front of his king. He shook his head.

“How much of that have you had?” Mortimer asked. Clopin looked down at the mug and shrugged.

“Somewhere between too much and not enough.” He said taking another swig. Mortimer shook his head again.

“Does Esmeralda know how much you drink?” He asked knowing full well that Clopin had feelings for the girl. Clopin shook his head.

“No one knows how much I drink. Not even me.” Mortimer paused as he heard dull muffled noises coming from Clopin’s near by tent.

“You haven’t let him go yet?” Mortimer asked shocked. Clopin shook his head.

“Not done with him yet.” Mortimer looked worriedly at the tent.

“Clopin, you said you’d let him go that night. Enough is enough.” He looked back at Clopin. “I don’t even want to know what you’ve done to him the past few days.” Clopin looked angrily at Mortimer.

“No were near what he has done to our people.” Mortimer nodded.

“I guess you’re right. But still.”

“He deserves it.” Clopin said finishing off his beer and threw the mug away from him. The metal clanged along the wood before falling to the floor. Clopin stood up and made his way towards his tent. Mortimer followed him. He didn’t want Clopin killing the man, no matter how much as he hated him.

Clopin entered the tent and smiled at the site before him. The Minister was chained, naked and gagged, on his makeshift bed. It was a wonderful sight to the king.

Despite keeping the minister as a pet for the last few days, Clopin never got tired of seeing Frollo seemingly waiting for him on his bed. Frollo was not allowed to sleep on the bed, but tended to crawl into it when Clopin abandoned him in the tent.

At first, Frollo had been thoroughly bound in chains, but soon gave up struggling or trying to insult Clopin. Now he was bound only by a metal collar connected to a heavy chain; the leash was more out of show and jealousy, but Clopin still didn't trust his dear little minister not to run away if given the chance. What was purely out of jealousy over what was now his was the gag in Frollo's mouth. Useful at first, it was now used to prevent anyone else from talking with his pet... it also made an enticing accessory, he always found Frollo much more enticing with it on.

Clopin walked past a plate with a piece of bread on a table. He tossed the plate onto the bed in front of Frollo before plopping himself down in front of him and staring at his pet.

"Eat." He said plainly, taking off Frollo's gag.

Frollo picked up the bread, which by now had turned hard, and began nibbling on it.

"I'm surprised you haven't taught him to beg," Mortimer commented.

Clopin smirked at Mortimer. "Who says I haven't?"

Frollo tried harder to chew through the tough bread and pulled the food closer to him. He hadn't eaten at all today.

Clopin sneered at the Minister. "Not a good feeling is it?" Clopin slurred angrily. "Starving... having no food...? Well?"

Frollo was beyond giving retorts anymore and just blinked at Clopin in response. The minister barely talked anymore.

Clopin back handed Frollo. "Answer me when I speak to you!"

The bread tumbled onto the floor.

Frollo shook his head. "No. It makes me feel sick," Frollo replied, staring at the bread, but not daring to go after it.

Clopin sneered. "You don't like it yet you punish those who live like that!" He said angrily. "You condem those who can't afford it!" He got off the bed and picked up the partially eaten bread. "Now you know why we steal." He said. "Can you imagine that sickness.... that pain ten fold when you haven't eaten for three days straight. Do you know know what its like?!" Clopin asked.

"No," Frollo answered.

"This all you do with him?" Mortimer asked.

Clopin turned to Mortimer.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" Clopin asked.

Mortimer shrugged. "Figured you might need a uh.... bit of a hand with something." Mortimer smirked at the Minister. He was feeling sympathetic before but now seeing the minister before him sent a wave of anger and a wish for revenge through him.

Frollo reached for the bread, but didn't touch it. "Please," he said, not knowing he was interrupting. He thought he was doing what Clopin wanted him to do.

Clopin rolled his eyes and threw the bread onto the floor.

"You want it? Go get it!" He said angrily. Mortimer laughed at his words.

"I see you found yourself a decent pet." He laughed. "Lets hope you don't break this one so soon. I miss the last one!"

Frollo paused, half way to the bread, at the last sentence. Then, seeing Clopin's angry expression, he slunk over to the bread and obediently started nibbling again, keeping his gaze on the two gypsies.

Clopin watched Frollo's ass as he crawled away from him to the bread and smirked as he felt himself becoming hard. "Looks like you're in for a little fun tonight Minister," he said, laughing.

Frollo pretended to ignore him and desperately tried to get a few more bites down his throat.

Clopin stood up and pulled the bread out of Frollo's hands and held it above his head.

Frollo sat up and watched Clopin, waiting for the next command.

Clopin stood directly in front of Frollo his crotch almost right in his face. "You be a good boy and you get you're bread back." Clopin said. "You want it don't you?"

"Yes," Frollo answered, then immediately corrected himself. "Please."

Clopin smirked and looked at Mortimer before looking down at Frollo. "If you want it you'll have to do a trick. Go on, you know what to do." He laughed.

Frollo nodded, and immediately set to untying Clopin's hose.

He watched as Frollo pulled down his hose to his knees and then to his ankles. "Good boy." He said. Clopin ran his hand over his cock. "Mortimer, I think I want to teach him a new trick. You offered an extra hand; why not show him ho to do it?"

Mortimer moved behind Frollo and sat down. One hand grabbed the chain leash in case the minister tried to resist, and the other held Frollo's left hand and wrapped it around his cock.

"You wouldn't think he'd be very fun, being this small at first," Mortimer commented, squeezing Frollo's hand and slowly showing his how to pull on the loose flesh. He squeezed his hand harder, noticing Frollo's lack of enthusiasm.

Clopin sat back on the pillows and watched as Mortimer showed the minister how to stroke himself. He sat back and spread his legs, his ankles trapped together by his hose as he fondled his balls.

"Don't you dare stop," Mortimer told Frollo.

Frollo kept up the action, jerking up and down his still small shaft as Mortimer backed away to pull his own hose off now that they'd become too uncomfortable.

Mortimer pressed back up against the minister, his hard cock pressing between Frollo's bare buttocks slightly, and put his hand back.

He yanked on Frollo's leash and closed his hand tightly around Frollo's.

The minister sped up and tightened his own hand. His cock was growing under his amateur touch, but not to Mortimer's satisfaction.

"I'm already hard just watching you." Mortimer said. "Don't you want to be a good boy and be just like me?"

Clopin gripped his own cock a moment before deciding against it and let it rest against his stomach as he watched the two. He ran his hands over his chest and pinched his nipples as Mortimer thrust his cock against the mans ass.

Frollo sped up, Mortimer's hand making him twist as he moved up and down. Frollo began to pant.

"There's a good boy," Mortimer said, rubbing his own cock. "You're learning now. How about a treat?"

Mortimer moved away from Frollo's ass, letting go of Frollo's cock. He moved beside the minister so that he could watch him while stroking his own hard shaft.

Clopin watched the two, white fluid now leaking from his aching cock. He wanted attention but didn't want to interrupt the two.

"Just like me," Mortimer instructed, still holding Frollo's leash, but leaving it lax for now, but threatening to yank as violently as he could if Frollo stopped imitating him.

Frollo's aching arm pumped up and down, his hand strained to be as tight as it could over his expanding erection.

Mortimer pulled Frollo so hard he fell forward once he saw Frollo stop suddenly, feeling his tip begin to form a large bead of liquid. "Bad!" he commanded. "You just had it. Don't ruin the trick."

Frollo's hand returned to his cock and he began stroking again.

Clopin laughed at the sudden treatment Mortimer had done to Frollo. "So what was that about letting him go?" Clopin asked laughing.

"Still, he might want to play more often if he got out a bit," Mortimer joked back, keeping an eye on Frollo in case he started to slack off.

Clopin slowly rubbed his own cock not wanting to eliviate the pressure but needed some form of friction. The lack of attention was driving him nuts.

Mortimer was about to ask if there were any other tricks Clopin's pet knew, when they were interrupted.

"Clopin? Clopin, are you in?" Esmeralda asked. "I'm coming in, I can hear someone."

Clopin was just about to voice an objection but it was too late. The flap was opened and Esme stepped through.

Esme gasped at the sight before her. "Clopin, I thought you said you'd let him go! Have you been keeping him in here for the last three days?"

Clopin shrugged. There was no point trying to hide it. "What can I say. He's just so much fun."

"Fun?" she asked, looking at Frollo, who just turned away. "It looks like a bit more than fun. I didn't know you were like that."

"Like what?" Clopin asked feinting innocence.

"Keeping him here a secret from everyone, even me? Watching him... like that? It's pretty obvious." Esmeralda sat down next to Frollo and pulled his head to her breasts. "You poor thing. I can see why he likes you..." she said, he fingertip batting at the tip of his cock.

"Clopin, he's not going to like you back if you treat him like this." Despite her protests, she grabbed his hand, still over his cock and giggled, wondering about his size.

Clopin raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about wanting him to like me. As long as he does what I want him to do I'm happy."

Mortimer laughed, dropping the leash. "Maybe you should get Frollo to tell Esme you love her, then he'd make you happy."

Clopin's eyes widened comically as the words came out of Mortimer's mouth. He didn't know how to react as his confession was out.

"Oh," was all Esme could say at first as she petted Frollo like a scared puppy. "I... feel the same way... if you know what I mean..." she said, putting her hand around Frollo's waist and pinching him from behind. She giggled when he jumped in surprise.

"Do you have any...." Clopin snickered slightly. "Ideas for our dear minister?"

"Simple," Esmeralda replied. "You get to play with him... and I get to play with you." She turned to Frollo. "Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Frollo just stared at her. He didn't know which reply would keep him from being struck.

"Aww, you're scared. Don't be frightened. You're not going to have any fun if you're frightened." She suddenly noticed Clopin wasn't he only one who's gaze was slowly traveling to her cleavage. "You've never even seen a naked woman have you?"

Frollo shook his head, then remembered his previous beating. "No, I haven't."

Esmeralda stood up, her hand gently on Frollo's head keeping his where he sat. "It's not going to be any fun if you don't want to play," she said.

She moved her hands behind her neck and undid her scarf, arching her back as she did. Next, she bent forward, her breasts dangling in front of Frollo's face and almost falling out of her blouse as she untied her corset.

"It's not fair, keeping toys secret from your best friend... or even better. You should've told me."

Clopin sneered crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't all to happy at being neglected as Mortimer and Esme played with the Minister before him. It seemed almost cruel.

"You move!" Esmeralda said, shoving Mortimer out of the way. Clopin was getting jealous, but not enough. To her, she was doing all the work, but she didn't want him to know how pent up or jealous she was.

She pulled off her corset and threw it into a corner; Mortimer was sure she was throwing things at him on purpose, but said nothing and just dodged. Esmeralda's blouse slid off her breasts and hung around her waist.

Frollo just sat there, amazed at the sight. He'd never imagined what lay underneath a woman's bodice before.

Esmeralda bent down, one hand going under her apron to undo her skirt, the other grabbing Frollo's wrist. "Touch me," she said, placing Frollo's hand on one breast and holding it there as her skirt slid off. She smirked. Clopin must be dying over this.

Clopin shifted his hips as he kicked off his shoes. Her words echoed in his ears. Oh how he wanted to. He knew the words weren't directed at him but it didn't change the effect at all.

Esmeralda grinned. She had a wonderful idea. She took Frollo's other had and placed it on her other breast. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." She looked over at Clopin. "I want to see you have some fun."

Esmeralda released Frollo's hands and he tentatively roamed over her large breasts. She heard him utter a tiny gasp of pleasure.

"Go on," she said, one free hand going between her legs.

At her urging, and hoping he had someone to hide behind if Clopin decided to reprimand him over it, Frollo leaned forward and took one large nipple into his mouth and licked.

"He is fun," Esmeralda teased. It was what she was best at.

Clopin watched the two before him a moment before moving to get up. He didn't even make it half way up before Mortimer pushed him back down. He looked at Mortimer angrily a moment as the man pulled his hose the rest of the way off his feet.

Clopin watched as Mortimer moved up Clopin's body and took him into his mouth. Mortimer sucked eagerly at Clopin's cock as Clopin watched Esmeraldas hand move between her thighs, the minister licking at her breast. He moaned as Mortimer licked around his cock and taking him as deep as he could. Mortimer laughed slightly at Clopin's moan, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. Clopin thrust up a bit making Mortimer choke and pull back, a string of saliva hanging from Clopin's shaft to Mortimer's mouth.

Esmeralda gently pulled Frollo off her nipple. "Lean back," she instructed. She eased Frollo backward, until he was lying on the pillows.

She turned back to Clopin as she grabbed Frollo's hard cock and rubbed the fluid dribbling out around the tip. "Someone wants to play with you, Clopin.

Mortimer smirked and placed a few pillows under Clopin's hips lifting him up higher. He used his hands to spread his legs more before delving his mouth onto Clopin small opening. Clopin moaned as Mortimer's tongue came out of his mouth a pushed into him.

"No fair, I can't see!" Esmeralda complained. "Sit up," she said to Frollo as she stood up. She tossed her shirt into the corner. She considered taking her apron off, but then decided against it.

Frollo obediently sat up, questioning her contradictory orders but not out loud.

Esmeralda took his hands and this time placed them on each cheek of her round butt. "Pay attention," she cooed, moving a long leg over Frollo's shoulders. She placed two fingers in the fold between her legs and spread them. "Right here..." she said, one fingering rubbing a fleshy nub. "Be a good boy and lick as fast as you can.

Frollo grasped at her skin as hard as he could without hurting her and gave a small lick experimentally.

She gave a small shriek and suddenly dug her hands into his hair. "Don't stop!" she said as he pulled back, thinking he'd hurt her.

He moved back and let his tongue move over and around her nub. As he continued, she leaned back, bracing herself with one hand to watch Clopin, albeit upside-down. "Don't worry," she moaned, shaking violently, as Frollo pulled away to investigate a large amount of liquid that had spilled from where he was licking and onto his lap.

Clopin moaned as he felt Mortimer's hands gliding over his skin down his theighs over his aching cock to his balls before reaching father down. He pressed the tip of his finger against him before pushing in all the way down to the knuckle. Clopin groaned and arched his back as the finger invaded him.

Esmeralda grinned. If Frollo was at all attentive to the same scene she was watching, he had no clue what was going to happen soon. Suddenly, her vision blurred as her whole body shook. She curled forward suddenly grabbed whatever she could find viciously. She nearly tore Frollo's hair out, and stabbed him deep into the skin of his shoulders with her nails.

She screamed and he tried to pull back, letting her slide onto his lap where, still shaking, she came all over him.

Panting, she blinked as her vision cleared. She groaned happily and gently hugged Frollo, purely from falling over as a wave of weakness hit her. When she had regained her strength, she petted Frollo's hair where she had grabbed him and kissed his bleeding shoulder.

She reached down and stroked Frollo's hard cock, wet with her cum and a bead of his own forming. "Come on now, you need to be wet too."

Clopin writhed slightly underneath Mortimer's expert touch as another finger invaded him, scissoring inside of him before pulling out to allow another finger to join. Clopin pushed himself down as best he could on the mans invading fingers.

Esmeralda began gently rubbing one nipple between two fingers as she watched Clopin squirm. "I want you to watch, too," she told Frollo, squeezing tighter over his cock as she continued to stroke him.

Mortimer moved to hover over Clopin's body as he fucked Clopin with his fingers taking one of his nipples into his mouth. A moment later he moved back down to Clopin's cock and took him into his mouth again. Clopin grabbed onto his hair and pulled him off.

"No," he said. Mortimer didn't argue and moved his tongue back to his nipple.

This gave Esmeralda an idea. She moved her hand from her nipple and gently traced Frollo's lips, urging him to open his mouth. The very second his lip parted, she slipped her finger in. Still stroking him, she pulled her finger out and rubbed the saliva around on his aereloa. He groaned and his cock began to leak more than before. "Very good boy," she chided.

Mortimer slowly pulled his fingers out of Clopin using the tip to pull down on the tight ring before pulling out all the way. Clopin moaned at the loss of contact as Mortimer moved away from him.

"You can come over here and play with us," Esmeralda said. "I really don't want to have to play without you."

Clopin smirked and moved over to the pair and straddled the minister's hips. He rubbed his cock against the older mans before leaning back, his hands on the floor behind him. He moved up rubbing his ass on the mans cock.

"Lie down," Esmeralda said, and gently pushed Frollo onto his back. She licked her finger and rubbed his nipple again. "You keep being a good boy."

Mortimer went to fetch some pillows off the bed and then placed them under Frollo's ass, making the angle easier for Clopin. Esmeralda gripped Frollo's cock and waited for Clopin.

Clopin rubbed himself on the tip of Frollo's cock before lowing himself down on him, stretching around the mans swollen shaft. Clopin closed his eyes and moaned as Frollo was engulfed in his ass and clenched around him.

Frollo tried to jerk and move away, some semblance of defiance still left in him, but all it did was make Clopin more excited as he moved.

"It can't possibly hurt," Esmeralda scolded. "Don't be such a bad boy."

Frollo whimpered, but said nothing as he stopped trying to move out form under Clopin.

Clopin moved up and down on the ministers cock looking upon with minister's look of disgust with a mix of pride and hatred. Pride that Frollo was hating what he was doing, hatred for the fact he was disgusted by him. Nevertheless Clopin road the man rolling his hips as he moved.

"Clopin, be nice," Esmeralda scolded. In truth, she hated the minister just as much, but she didn't come here to watch this. Besides, there were ways to treat the minister, but sex was to be enjoyed; it wasn't fun unless everyone involved was having a good time.

Esmeralda crawled over to straddle Frollo's chest. "Besides, I'm starting to think you do like him better than me." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts against his chest. "That's not true, is it?"

Clopin looked confused. "Of course not!" He said smirking. He pulled her forward into a deep kiss.

Esmeralda licked her finger and stroked Clopin's nipple for a good while ebfore moving her hand to his cock. "Prove it," she said, growing wet purely from the anticipation and entertainment before her.

Clopin wrapped his arms around her waist, grabbing her ass with his hands and pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. His cock rubbed against her as he moved up and down on Frollo.

Esmeralda grabbed his cock and eased herself onto it, jostling her hips as she did until she could make him rub up against the perfect spot.

Clopin groaned and writhed against the two before finding a good rhythm. He moved down onto the minister before thrusting up into Esmeralda and then back down again. He leaned back on one hand using his other hand to cup her breast as he moved.

Mortimer came up behind Clopin and pulled at the black rope around his waist and pulled it free. He threw the rope to the ground before taking off Clopin's hat and placing it gently on the bed. He removed Clopin's magenta collar before moving to his tunic. He took his sweet time running his fingers over the fabric feeling Clopin through it before going to the bottom and pulling it up over his head. He knelt behind Clopin and almost hugged him as he felt Clopin's bare flesh running his palms over Clopin's chest to his abdomen, feeling the base of his cock as he moved up into Esmeralda.

Esmeralda held onto Clopin with one hand, while trying to find Frollo's arm with the other. After a few tries she picked up his thin arm and placed his hand on her. She repeated the same thing with his other hand.

Now supported with her hands free, she wrapped them around Clopin between him and Mortimer, one running down his long back, the other ruffling through his hair.

Mortimer ran his hands up to his shoulders snaking across his skin, up his neck and running his hand through his hair. He stood up and stood next to the three and rubbed the growing bulge in his hose.

Meanwhile, Frollo was fighting a losing battle against Clopin's expert movements. As much as he refused to succumb to the humiliating treatment, he was panting now, unconsciously thrusting at the waves to sensations Clopin's rocking and tightening caused.

Clopin concentrated more on thrusting up into Esmeralda as Frollo started thrusting a bit hoping that he would take a bit more control of his situation.

Esmeralda began to pant as she moved along with Clopin. She grabbed on to Clopin as she slumped forward, but then he was no longer hitting her favorite spot. She pushed herself off and leaned back, grabbing Frollo's arms as she lay on his chest. She began to let out small screams of pleasure and moved Frollo's arms around her as she happily squirmed under Clopin's thrusts.

Clopin looked at Mortimer as he thrust into Esmeralda, Frollo's cock slipping in and out of his ass. He tugged at Mortimer's hose a moment before they came lose and fell to his knees. Clopin took his dark cock into his hand before Mortimer moved forwards pressing the tip to Clopin's mouth.

Esmeralda gripped Frollo's sides and Clopin continued his thrusts, her screams getting louder, but her body getting nowhere nearer to climax just yet. Somehow, she felt she needed to do more.

Esmeralda turned her head and grabbed Frollo's leash, pulling his face to hers and she violently kissed him and dug a hand into his hand painfully.

Clopin sucked at Mortimer's head sliding the tip of his tongue along the slit. Mortimer moaned and ran his hand through Clopin's hair. He pulled out of his mouth before he moved to stand over Esmeralda one foot on either side of her so Clopin could face forwards and concentrate more on what he was doing.

Clopin thrust into Esme as Frollo thrust up into him and he sucked hard on Mortimer.

Esmeralda moved one of Frollo's hands up to her breasts before grabbing him again.

Frollo moaned into her mouth as her tongue tried to beat his up then drag it away and her lips bruised his. Spurned on by Esmeralda's actions, Frolo couldn't help but thrust harder, his hips shaking as she began to form another puddle all over his lap and Clopin's simultaneously.

Clopin pulled off of Moritmer's cock clenching his teeth. "Oh fuck." Clopin moaned as he watched Mortimer stroak his cock in front of his face. He sped up his thrusts and cried out as Frollo thrust up hard and hit a spot that sent stars sparkling behind Clopin's lids. "Aw.... Please...." Clopin begged as he moved down harder on Frollo's cock. He didn't know what he wanted more. To thrust up into Esmeralda or down onto Frollo. Mortimer knew Clopin was coming close and stroked his own cock harder and faster. He ran his hands through Clopin's hair again but didn't expect the man to take him again.

Bravely, Frollo pulled his hand away from Esmeralda's nipple and felt his way along her tight abdomen and down her course hair to her wet slit. He moved his lost finger away from Clopin's eager cock and up along her wet flesh until he found the nub she had shown her earlier, which was bigger now.

He pinched it and rubbed it as he had her nipple, and suddenly she began screaming, tearing away from him and figging her nails into the back of his neck and his ribs. Still, he continued, speeding up as she responded with more shaking and another gush of hot wet liquid.

Excited by her screams and the feel of his hand inside of her, Frollo began thrusting hard, matching her spasmic shaking. He bit his lip to keep from screaming himself, and grabbed onto her, hit with his own paroxysms as he came inside of Clopin. Ashamed, but unable to stop his movements until the orgasm died completely, Frollo moved his arms to hug Esmeralda, clinging to some vague form of comfort.

Clopin opened his mouth in a silent scream as he felt Esmeralda clench around him and Frollo spilt his seed deep inside of him. Clopin tensed as he felt an emense pleasure wrack through him as he felt Mortimer's juices splash onto his face mixing into his goatee and running down his chin. Clopin paused waiting for the after effects of his orgasm to died down. He slowly poked out his tongue and licked the cum off his lip and looked up at Mortimer.

Esmeralda slid off and curled up next to Frollo. Disappointingly, he wasn't warm or soft. He wasn't comfortable to curl up by, too cold and bony. She felt it was better than staying where she was, wet, eventually sore, and unlike Clopin, cum was not easily brushed out of her hair.

"He's too skinny, Clopin," Esmeralda said, petting Frollo. "Don't you ever feed him?"

Clopin smirked. "Well not that he's behaved. I think he's earned his supper." He said laughing. He laid down on the floor next to Esme and pulled her away from Frollo and to him. He grabbed a peice of cloth that was jutting out of his trunk of puppets and puppet parts and whipped the cum from his face though missed some of it in his goatee and neck. A small spot of it still clung to his nose but he got the majority of it.

Now that Clopin had cleaned up his face, Esmeralda kissed his cheek. She curled up against his body. This was more to her liking.

Clopin looked up at Mortimer, one arm wrapped around Esme as he lay on his back. He motioned to Mortimer. "Go get the dear Minister here a meal." He said. "And a good one too." He laughed. "After that little performance he desirves a treat.

Clopin used his left arm to pat Frollo on this head while moving his right hand behind his own head and bending his knee so that his foot was flat on the floor. He sighed deeply as Mortimer nodded and pulled up his hose, who felt rather embarrassed from what he did to his king, but Clopin didn't seem to mind.

He hastened from the tent a few moments later returning with a plate of food and letting Frollo eat in peace.