I am finally going to try to write a longer story. Please review, I would love to know what you think and if I should continue with this. This is my version of 'He too is Alexander' or at least one of them.

Chapter One:

Hephaestion slowly made his way down the palace hallway from his rooms, each step feeling like he was wearing iron boots. He hadn't felt well for the last few days. The worst of it had seemed to pass leaving him worn out and without any energy. All that was left now was the drippy nose and hacking cough. Finally deciding he had seen enough of his own four walls, he made his way to the dining hall and some nice warm soup.

The army was between battles these days. Supplies had been restocked, weapons sharpened and loved ones reacquainted. With extra time on their hands, the men now looked for ways to entertain themselves. This was not necessarily a good thing. Grown men turn into mischievous boys with nothing to occupy themselves. As they walked through the halls they spotted just the one to have some fun with. He had made himself scarce the last couple of days and now the men decided to make up for lost time.

With no clear plan in mind, and more than a little wine to soften their brains, they came up quietly behind Hephaestion. He turned to see who was coming and was met with several pairs of hands and arms. In his weakened condition he was no match for all of them and quickly was subdued. His arms were bound behind his back, eyes blindfolded and a dirty cloth shoved in his mouth. Picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder, the biggest of the 'grown men' took Hephaestion out of the palace followed closely behind by the others, all laughing merrily.

Roaming hands made there way over the back of Hephaestion's legs and thighs as they walked on. His firm cheeks also endured their share of the groping and pinching. Several hard smacked across each cheek made Hephaestion moan in pain through the dirty cloth covering his mouth. Being held mostly upside down was making him light-headed and dizzy in his already weakened state. After what seemed like hours to Hephaestion, though really only a few minutes, they stopped before a dried up well in a secluded meadow next to a lazy stream.

He was placed face up, none to gently, across a rock, his head and legs lower than the middle of his body. The dizziness now came in all directions for him as he struggled to right himself so he could catch his breath. All of his pain and suffering seemed to go unnoticed by his captures. Their little nasty minds were now thinking of new ways to make Hephaestion's life more miserable. The site of him lying across the rock totally helpless and vulnerable only make they worse. Hands soon began to slide up his legs and he tried to kick them away. Others soon held him down so he couldn't move.

More wine was past around and made them grow even bolder. In the seclusion of the meadow they became even braver and rougher. Calloused hands lifted the chiton from around the top of his legs and up to his waist. The sight before them seemed to fuel the minds and hands as they continued to explore. A knife appeared to cut away the cloth covering his groin and it was roughly pulled from his body.

The men stopped to appraise the sight before them. They licked their lips in anticipation of how far this would or could go. Deciding to see what the King possessed, the boldest one moved forward and ran his hands up Hephaestion's legs to his manhood. Grabbing roughly, he starting rubbing and teasing the King's lover. Hephaestion fought as hard as he could but it was hardly an even fight. His tired and bruised body was no match and nature took over after awhile. His breathing was labored not only from his illness but also from the effects of the hands to his very aroused shaft. He came hard and fast to his utter humiliation and their resounding pleasure.

Hoping this would finally end, Hephaestion gasped as he was turned over and placed facedown on the rock. He fought as his legs were spread and he was opened for all to see. No part of him was hidden as his legs were spread and his bottom was raised in the air. He could hear clear and dangerous moans coming from all around him and he feared for his life. He tried moving to get away but was held fast. His moving only seem to make the men more excited and Hephaestion could only imagine the view they must be seeing of him. He had worked his whole life to be a part of them, be their friend, to fit in and this is what it had come too.

Just when he thought it would get worse, the hands stopped and his chiton was pulled back down his behind. His legs were tied together and he was lowered into the dried up well. He heard a few of the men questioning each other as he was lower down but soon was deep in the well and heard no more. A voice made it's way to his ears after he was finally resting on the bottom telling him that if he behaved himself they would come for him in the morning. Laughter could be heard as they walked away leaving him very much alone.

Hephaestion lay silently for a while as his tears soaking the cloth over his eyes. He knew that this was just one more of the many pranks that he had endured through the years, the price of loving a King. But thoughts ran through his head that all of this was not because he loved Alexander… but because Alexander loved him. It didn't matter whom he chose to love and give his life too but it did matter who Alexander chose. The chosen one would have to pay the price of his love with jealousy hate and torment from those who wanted to have it for themselves.

Hephaesion started to cough, choking and finding it hard to catch his breath. He finally quit but knew if it happened again that he might not be able to stop it. He had to get free of the bounds and remove the cloth from around his mouth. He couldn't breath through his nose much longer. He moved to sit up and feel around with his hands to find something to cut the ropes with. The ropes were thick and it was going to take awhile. To make matters worse, he could hear thunder in the distance as he worked.

The rain had already started to fall as he barely cut through one of the ropes behind him. It increased and was coming down in torrents. He was soon sitting in mud. The cold rain felted his face and skin. Something deep inside him warned Hephaestion to hurry with his bindings. Cuts soon appeared on the skin on his wrists but he continued to work at the ropes, finally freeing hands. He removed the dirty rag from his mouth and took a big breath of air only to get a big mouth of rainwater. Taking off the blindfold, he look to see the well beginning to fill up with water. He started working faster on the ropes tying his ankles together. The rain began falling harder and the water was up to his waist now. Finally free of the binds, he rose to find he was now almost waist deep in water. The walls were smooth on the sides of the well and he saw he would not be able to climb out. Using any little ledge that he could find he pulled himself up with the water as it rose around him. He started to cough and felt like he was bringing up his whole insides out when he did.

About halfway up the well a shaft appeared and the water started pouring through it rapidly. Hephaestion tried with all of his might to stay in the well but the force of the raging water pulled him through with it. He found himself fighting for his life, his breathing ragged and panic starting to set in. He told himself that he could not die like this in a flash flood; he had to keep fighting to see Alexander again. The others didn't matter but his Alexander did and he wasn't ready to say goodbye to him yet. He started coughing again and fighting for breath when sweet darkness took him from his misery.

His last thoughts were of Alexander as he slipped away.