Gideon's father's a liar and a gambler, which means Gideon must pay for his mistakes. He's done it in the past, and he'll do it in the future. This instance with the King should be no different.
But when Gideon's father claims his son can spin straw into gold, Gideon is captured and forced into a locked room filled with a substance that only makes him sneeze and his eyes water. The King's men intimidate him and the King demands perfection. Gideon knows nothing of magic, so what will become of him?
Just as Gideon believes his life is over, a small man shows up and offers Gideon a lesson in the gift of gold. The price for this lesson is quite simple, though carnal. Will Gideon agree? Or will his pride stop him from saving his own life?
Then he darted across the room. He pinned Gideon against the warm wall. The man was tiny, and Gideon was almost six feet tall, and yet the small man dwarfed him. He was pinned and could not move. He felt the tiny man's cock against his own, teasing and tickling with a hint of wetness. Gideon groaned in heated desire, though he was still afraid. Just a little. It was like an itch, and suddenly, as the tiny man kissed him hard on the mouth, everything else melted away.
The tiny man's tongue was rough like a cat's. When making out became too much, he dotted kisses against Gideon's neck. Gideon was not shocked to feel the remnants of blood in his mouth. The iron taste reminded him of days earlier, of bindings and bartering, and his father's betrayal. He sucked out more of his blood, and then he begged for more rough kisses from the man before him.
The tiny man obeyed. Rumplestilthkin obeyed. It was hard to believe, but the tiny ugly man also melted in Gideon's hands. For only a second, but it was enough to make Gideon believe he could live through the night.
Their shared kisses were softer now. The tiny mans' tongue was magic, healing Gideon, and then revving him up all over again. When his small fist locked around both of their dicks, Gideon shuddered. He luxuriated. He was about to come, then pulled away. He pressed his ear against the wall of the prison room, and heard the soft wails of another person.
"We must move," the tiny man said. He pointed to his spinning wheel, now set up in front of the gold knob. "You will give yourself to me there."
Gideon opened his mouth to beg for the life beneath him. If a previous lost daughter could be found, he would bring her home. He thought of all those missing girls, seeing their faces like jewels on a necklace, then they all disappeared. A sunken treasure for no man, ever, to return.
Pain battled with pleasure in that moment, but it was no use. Pleasure won.
Gideon lay down on the concrete floor. The chill made his skin tighten in gooseflesh. His mouth was raw and ragged. His dick, now harder than it had ever been, stretched to his navel and bounced with each breath.
The tiny man -- Rumplestitlkin, he remembered -- was next to him. Over him, worshiping him. He held his cock over Gideon's face, offering it to him like an elixir.