A High Price to Pay

Title: Dune Mini-Series: A High Price to Pay
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The Baron plays with his favorite nephew.
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Comments: angela9in@ureach.com
Archive: yes, with permission
Warnings: slash, non-con (more like coerced), incest, might freak you out with the pairing. ALSO, I AM NOT MAKING FUN OF FAT PEOPLE IN THIS STORY. I AM MAKING FUN OF THE BARON WHO IS, AS YOU KNOW IF YOU’VE SEEN THE MOVIE, DISGUSTING LOOKING. I AM SOMEWHAT FAT MYSELF, AND I WOULD NEVER MAKE FUN OF OTHER OVER-WEIGHT PEOPLE.
Pairing: Feyd and Baron Harkonnen
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I give creto Fto Frank Herbert, Sci-Fi Channel, and David Lynch. As always, I make no money off of these wonderful characters.
Author’s Notes: This story is inspired by the mini-series which aired on the Sci-Fi channel. I liked Sting playing Feyd in the eighties, but Matt Keeslar plays a much sexier and slash inspiring Feyd.


Also, this is how Feyd’s assassination attempt should have been handled by the Baron.

Feyd walked quickly to his uncle’s chambers hoping that the fat bastard was dying from the poison he had slipped the boy slave. He knew that the Baron would be fucking the little whore soon, and the poison dart had been placed under the boy’s skin on his upper thigh. Feyd could imagine the look of confusion on his uncle’s face as the dart pierced his skin while the boy’s legs were wrapped around his hairy back. The sudden imagine made chills run down his spine. He had promised the slave freedom from his uncle’s sexual escapades if he poisoned the Baron for him, and in return he himself would be free from his uncle’s innuendoes and leering stares.

As he walked into the Baron’s chamber, he tied his silky red robe tighter, and he prepared himself to see the bloating face of a dead man; instead, he saw the pig sitting down with the boy’s legs in his lap. Feyd wasn’t sure how it happened, but the poison had killed the slave instead, and the Baron was still alive staring at him with an accusatory glare.

“I can’t believe you didn’t have the guts to do it yourself Feyd.”

Feyd smiled innocently, well as innocently as a Harkonnen could smile, “Do what uncle?”

“Don’t deny the obvious boy!”

“Well, you’ve always taught me not to get caught.”

“Do you not realize that this betrayal could cost you the throne and what makes you think that I won’t kill you right now because of this treachery?”

“There is one reason why you would never kill me Uncle.”

“And what would that be Nephew?”

“My brother.”

The Baron got up from the slave boy dumping the body unceremoniously onto the floor. He approached his nephew full of anger and lust. The boy had been very bad, and what would the other members of the household think if he let the beautiful Feyd get away with it?

“Yes, your brother is a problem, and I would much rather give the Harkonnen power over to you rather than your stupid brother. I have purposely let the savage, blood-thirsty Rabban loose on our people, so that the sweet angelic Feyd can come to save the day, only to manipulate the people in to doing what you want, but I think that you will have to be punished my lovely boy for your deceit.”

Feyd clinched in dread at the thought of punishment from the slimy man. “Whatever you think is best Uncle. I understand that you can’t let this go, but for now on I pledge my allegiance to you. I promise.”

“I believe your promises as much as I believe it when you tell your brother that you love him. We both know that you despise him, and we both know that you would say or do anything to gain r ofr of this house when I die. Don’t we dear boy?”

The Baron traced the edging of Feyd’s silky robe following it down to where it met in the middle of his chest. He slipped a finger in lightly touching the left nipple. He looked into Feyd’s eyes seeing the apparent disgust, but he only smiled knowing that the boy deserved to be shown who was in control in this family. Feyd may have killed over a hundred gladiators with his bare hands, but he was still only the nephew of the great and powerful Baron-Vladimir Harkonnen, and tonight he would be reminded of his proper place.

Feyd suddenly snapped his uncle’s hand away from his chest. “Anything but that Uncle, and let’s not forget that I’m not one of your little boy toys that you can just fuck and throw away.”

“Oh how proper you are Feyd. I didn’t know that you had such high moral standards. I’m so very sorry that I upset you so. What type of punishment do you think is fair my beautiful boy?”

The Baron noticed the confusion in the boy’s eyes. “Poor Feyd, I didn’t mean to perplex you. You look like your brainless brother with that look of bewilderment on your face. You know very well that the normal punishment for this type of deceit would be death or days of agonizing torture that would leave that beautiful face scarred and that incredible body broken. So, which will it be then, death, torture, or pleasure?”

“Don’t you mean pleasure for you Uncle?”

“My dear boy what type of man do you take me for? I always give my lovers pleasure. Just ask any of my boy slaves.”

“I don’t have to ask them Uncle. I see the bruises and the scratches, and I notice that they flinch in pain when they walk, and they all would rather volunteer to die in a fight with me than to come in this room alone with you.”

“Wellleasleast they know that they’re the center of attention in by bed. Unlike you, I don’t have sex with three or four people at once. You are the biggest slut of the family Feyd. Everyone knows it thorough out the empire. They all say that I’m Baron the Bastard, your brother is Rabban the Retard, and you’re Feyd the Fuckable, so don’t sit there and judge me on my sexual escapades.”

“You’re right Uncle. I do sleep around with a lot of people. Women and men, but at least I don’t rape my lovers.”

“Rape is such a harsh word my pretty thin pay pay them well with food and a shelter over their heads. Come to think of it, I give you those things as well, and I only ask for loyalty in return.”

“Really? What about all those political leaders you’ve had me seduce? How about the fights to the death that you charge people to see? How about ale gre groping and disgusting leers you give me?”

“I’m only flirting Feyd. It’s in my nature lovely boy.”

“Stop calling me lovely, beautiful, pretty…”

“But you are those things Feyd. Don’t I call Rabban stupid, dim-witted, and dense? I suppose I could start calling you killer, back-stabber, and slut. Would you like those words better my dear boy?”

“No, of course not, but why can’t you just call us Feyd or Rabban?”

The Baron reached back into Feyd’s robe to caress the nipple once again. “Now what would be the fun in that? You will always be my lovely boy Feyd, and you’ll just have to deal with it, unless you want to be thrown out into the streets with all of the other whores.”

“If we do this…”

“Not if, when we do this,” the Baron corrected.

“What will be expected from me?”

“Everything you do with all of those other people in your bed.”

“You do realize that we’re blood related. That doesn’t make you sick to your stomach?”

The Baron untied the robe from around Feyd’s slim hips, and he slid the robe over his shoulders and down his arms until it fell onto the floor. He sucked in his breath and bit his lip when he saw that Feyd had no clothes on under the robe. He took a moment to examine the firm defined shoulders and chest which led to the -har-hard abdomen, which led to the tasty morsel of meat in the front, and a plump ass in the back. The boy truly was the most magnificent creature he had ever feasted upon. He had wanted Feyd since the boy reached puberty at fourteen. For ten long years he had waited until the timing was right to take the boy in his arms and fuck him senseless. It was true that they were related, but it wasn’t like Feyd could get pregnant and give birth to some deformed child with screwed up DNA. Was it morally wrong to fuck your nephew? Yes, but he had done worse.

“Don’t you think you’ve led me on long enough Feyd?”

Feyd desperately wanted to avoid his uncle’s lustful stares, so he looked at a wall as the Baron fondled him, stroking and tugging his organ to life. “You haven’t waited nearly long enough Uncle,” he pushed the Baron away and bent over to pick up his robe. He had no intentions of staying.

“You’re not going anywhere lovely Feyd, “the Baron snapped his fingers and two of his personal guards appeared inside the door. Feyd continued to dress ignoring the obvious threat. He knew he could take them out if he had to, but he also knew that there was more where they came from.

“Sweetness, let’s think about this shall we? Are you really willing to give up the Harkonnen wealth and power? Have you really worked this hard to impress me for all of these years just to get booted out the door? Do you really want to die over something as trivial as this?”

“Trivial? You’re asking me to have sex with you! I might do a lot of questionable things, but this is where I draw the line.”

“Draw the line? You’ve done nothing but flirt and tease me for the last ten years. You know perfectly well how I feel about you, and you use that to your advantage. You wear practically nothing around me, you’re always rubbing my shoulders and hugging me, and you’re always giving me that sweet smile of yours. Don’t sit there and tell me that you draw the line with me. You’re just like your mother was. She was a slut and a cock-tease too.”

The guards grabbed Feyd by the arms just as he lunged for the Baron. He struggled to get away from the guards, but they held him firmly. The Baron laughed at his nephew’s apparent anger and he reached out to caress his cheek softly. “You always did have a temper Feyd, and because of that, I’m going to let them stay and watch the great gladiator killer get put in his place.”

“Touch me and I’ll snap your neck.”

The Baron reared back and slapped Feyd in the face as hard as he could. He saw the crimson red coming from his lip. “Behave yourself boy or I will have to spank you. You’re acting like a child. Calm yourself down, and do what you know you have to do.”

Feyd knew there wasn’t away out of the situation. He had tried to kill his uncle after all, and he deserved what he got. He also knew that torture would include being raped by many guards, and death would be such a waste. He knew that he was meant to run the family, and the only way he was going to get the chance was to give his uncle what he wanted.

“Let me go, and ask them to leave.”

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Yes.”

The Baron smiled and dismissed the guards. He went over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He motioned for Feyd to come closer.

“Take your robe off beautiful.”

Feyd did as he was told and he let the Baron pull him closer to the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes in dread as he felt the fat fingers groping at hgaingain. “I believe this is where we left off. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you Feyd?”

Before Feyd could respond to the question, he felt the wetness and heat surrounding him. He almost lost his balance as his uncle grabbed him roughly by the hips and swallowed him whole. Somehow he knew that his uncle would suck dick like he ate. He ate and sucked like a fucking pig, and his cock was responding to the insistent swine.

“That’s it Feyd. Get nice and hard for Uncle. I can’t wait to shove my cock inside you my pretty thing.”

Feyd wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but he knew that would only delay the inevitable. He wanted to get it over as quickly as possible, so that he could go scrub his skin off with bath water. With that goal in mind, he didn’t fight his body. His dick liked being sucked by the slime ball, so he didn’t fight the hardness that was rapidly taking over. The pressure on his hips increased as did the suction, and he felt himself biting and licking his lips trying to imagine that the man sucking him off wasn’t the Baron but a sexy spice mining worker with huge muscles and a big dick. Sometimes he would go “slumming”, as his brother called it, to find such man. The villages were full of horny men who would give there right nut for the chance to fuck a guy like him, so he closed his eyes, imagined the last man he had sex with, a man named Tarik, instead of the Baron.

Thoughts of Tarik slamming him up against a wall, ripping his clothes off of him, and fucking him senseless caused him to orgasm quickly. He looked down just in time to see the white fluid slipping out the corners of his uncle’s mouth. “I can’t believe you didn’t swallow it you fucking pig.”

The Baron only smiled and he spun Feyd around, so that his juicy plump ass was in his face. He pushed on Feyd’s lower back so that he was bent over with his cheeks only inches from his uncle’s mouth. The Baron pulled the cheeks apart and stared at the puckered entrance for a moment. He saw the entrance clenching close and couldn’t help but smile even more at the boy’s obvious humiliation and discomfort. The boy deserved this treatment. He had tried to kill him after all.

The Baron moved his mouth to the top of the crack, and he slowly released the semen that he had been holding in his mouth. He watched it trickle down the crack, over the pink hole, and down back towards the boy’s balls. Feyd couldn’t hold in the moan of disgusted pleasure that came out of his mouth. He loved nasty sex, and that was one move he wasn’t expecting from the Baron. The tongue that licked the semen clean was devouring him like he was the last thing in the universe to eat. He couldn’t help but to wiggle his hips trying to encourage more rimming from his uncle. He moaned in gratitude as the tongue breached his entrance and began feasting on his insides.

The Baron tongue fucked him enthusiastically hoping the boy was enjoying himself. He really did love his nephew, and the lust was just a part of that love. He actually cared for and respected Feyd more than he had ever any other human. He knew that was going to leave the Harkonnen power and wealth to him, and the sex was just an added bonus. He reached around and stroked the boy’s cock again somewhat surprised that the hardness was returning so quickly. He smiled knowing that his nephew was a slut for a good rimming, but it was time to give the uncle some pleasure.

When he retreated from the best tasting ass he ever ate, he heard a low grunt of dissatisfaction from Feyd. “Sweetness don’t worry, Uncle has more where that came from. Now come down here and show me how bad you want this cock.”

Feyd sighed heavily, dropped to his knees, and looked at the thick cock. It actually wasn’t that small, but compared to the large deposits of fat on the man’s stomach and thighs, it looked tiny. Feyd grunted in disgust as he grabbed the dick trying to avoid the large rolls of fat protruding from the area.

“Could you hold your belly out of the way?”

“Of course I can my lovely boy.” Lying down on the bed, the Baron held his belly up away from his dick, so that Feyd could get his sexy mouth wrapped around him. As expected, the boy did a marvelous job. Feyd was the best at everything he did, and sucking dick was no exception.

“Yes, Feyd, that’s it. Make me nice and hard so I can fuck you good.”

Feyd rolled his eyes in disbelief doubting that the old man would be able to give anybody a good fuck. He sucked the dick until it was dripping with precum and it was throbbing in excitement. He hoped that the tub of lard didn’t expect to come in his mouth because he was sure that he would lose his supper right there on his hairy legs.

Luckily, as if reading Feyd’s mind, the Baron requested that he stop. “Sweetness, I want you to help me sit up and sit on my lap.”

Feyd did as he was told straining to pull the man up into sitting position. He didn’t know how the hell he was going get hard again sitting on the man’s lap and looking into his bloated face. He sat down hesitantly trying to avoid the cock as much as possible. His uncle didn’t stand for that, and he felt the man reaching under his ass and pointing the cock at his entrance.

“Sit on it Feyd. I want you to ride me.”

Suddenly thankful for not being asked to kiss the fowl smelling mouth, he did as he was told without hesitation. He lifted himself up with his strong muscular legs, positioned himself over the cock, and slowly began impaling himself upon it. Luckily, the semen and spit had been enough to get him lubricated. He preferred being prepared more thoroughly, but apparently his uncle didn’t care about his pleasure.

Just as the tip was breaking into his entrance, his uncle stopped him. “Please forgive me lovely boy. I got so wrapped up in pleasure I forgot to prepare you. Would you like me to open you up first?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what sweetness?”

“Yes, I would like for you to open me up.”

“Good, now go get that blue bag over on the table.as gas going to use those toys on my boy slave, but I guess you’ll get them instead. I want you to look in the bag and pick one item that you would like to have used on you.”

Feyd opened the bag and blushed in embarrassment. There was an assortment of colored phalluses, chains, ropes, and items he wasn’t sure what they were used for. “Uncle, you really are a pervert aren’t you?”

The Baron laughed in agreement, “now which item would you like to use?”

“Are they clean?”

“Of course they are. They’re new.”

“I guehis his will do.” Feyd brought a black rubber phallus out of the bag along with some sort of spiced flavored lubricant. He approached the bed and handed the phallus to the Baron and turned around. He spread lubricant on his own fingers and ran the lube down his crack paying close attention to his entrance. He jumped in shock when he felt the Baron’s teeth biting down on his plump cheek.

The Baron grabbed Feyd’s hand and guided it so that his finger was back at the entrance. He forced Feyd’s finger into his own hole. He watched the finger in fascination as it disappeared into the boy. He sucked and gnawed on the perky cheek getting hotter by the moment, and he forced Feyd to add more fingers when he felt it was appropriate.

After a few more thrusts, the Baron led Feyd down to the top of the bed and had him lie down on his back. The Baron sat up on the bed facing Feyd and grabbed his legs. He pushed the legs apart and nearly up to his shoulders. In this position he could see the now red opening clenching open and closed in anticipation. The boy was ready for his cock, but the Baron wasn’t ready to give it to him. Instead he grabbed the black phallus and placed it at Feyd’s opening.

“Fuck yourself on it slut, and don’t argue with me pretty thing.”

Feyd did as instructed and he impaled himself on the phallus. He shoved it in and out twisting it around and around. He was determined to give the pervert a good show. The pig thought he had been tortured over the last ten years waiting for this day, but Feyd knew that it would be unbearable for the fat bastard knowing that he would never have his ass again. He moaned in pleasure as he felt the hard phallus going in and out of his tight hole. Once again he imagined Tarik watching him, and he got all hot over. He felt the familiar pressure in his groin. He knew that he was going to cum again, and apparently that’s what the Baron wanted as well.

“That’s it Feyd. Fuck your sweet ass. I love holding your legs like this for you. I have the best fucking view of that sweet tasting hole being fucked.”

Feyd arched his back and closed his eyes tightly as he felt the pressure spreading through his dick. When he came, he lost the grip on the phallus, so his uncle quickly took it out and replaced it with three of his fingers. The fingers curled and touched Feyd’s prostate sending bright stars of pleasure to Feyd’s closed eyes. He screamed in delight as he exploded into the waiting mouth of the Baron.

Before he could even catch his breath, he was turned over on his belly, guided up onto his knees, and his uncle entered him quickly and steadfastly. His legs felt like spaghetti, and the Baron helped to hold him up with one arm while the other one forced its fingers into Feyd’s mouth. He sucked the fingers obediently, while the thick cock took its ride on his ass.

“Feyd, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last long. You got me too hot and bothered with this sweet ass.”

With a few more thrusts, the Baron was pulling out and squirting his juices on Feyd’s ass and lower back. Feyd was grateful that the slime bucket didn’t cum inside him. Once the Baron finished, Feyd collapsed on the bed, not caring that he was covered with the fucker’s semen.

After a few minutes of much needed dozing, Feyd got up from his uncle’s bed and began getting dressed. He looked at the thing on the bed regretting his actions immediately. He knew that he would have nightmares for a long time, and he also knew that their relationship would become more awkward and volatile, but most importantly, he now knew that he was the undisputed heir of the Harkonnen empire. He knew that sleeping with his uncle was a high price for such power, but he also knew that as a Harkonnen, he would be called upon to do things much worse in the near future. He could only hope that he was up to the challenge.

The End