Some of the slaves looked a bit shaken. There were marks on their skin that hadn’t been there before. Of them all, the long haired brunet was marching in, as victorious.Dion’s hand squeezed at Cory’s arm tighter, but the blond was prepared. He watched with feigned indifference, as Antoine slumped on one of the sofas, and his eyes traveled the beautiful muscular body now glistening with sweat and rested on the large organ which, even soft, looked impressive. He could tell the other slaves had lost and had to service the beast.Servants were slaves to the slaves, Cory mused, thinking of Dion’s words. So, he was expected to be a whore. That was not as heavy a task as others thought. After all, when his master and Lucas had spoken about the possibility to have him service an entire stable, the thought had appealed to him.Sex was power. But power had to be yielded by a skilled individual, to reach its potential. Cory was not sure of all its intricacies, but he knew he was a fast learner.
“More beautiful than your master?”There were many reasons to understand why vanity was considered a deadly sin by the ancients. Cory slowly opened his eyes to look into Antoine’s dark blues.“Don’t let anyone know I told you that,” he breathed out, as he wiggled his ass to enhance his pleasure.Antoine’s smile was brighter than the sun. The brunet jumped to his feet.“Party’s over!” he yelled, and sounds of protest were the immediate reply.“But we haven’t gotten to fuck him yet,” one slave complained.“I am the only one that gets to fuck him from now on,” Antoine spoke. “Be thankful I let any of you touch him.”He brutally pulled Cory up and dragged him in his arms. “If anyone touches what’s mine...” he let the threat float in the still air of the room.Disgruntled slaves turned their backs to now search for the other servants, to vent off their steam. For a brief second, Cory’s eyes crossed with Dion’s. He winked at the other, and the redhead’s look of amazement was priceless.“We
To say the slave was beautiful would have been an understatement. He was dark, much darker than anyone Cory knew, although Lucas’s black hair touched his thoughts briefly. His skin was almost shining and the way he moved reminded the servant of the nature documentaries he sometimes watched featuring wild beasts observed in their natural habitat. Only the one inside the cage was not a beast, but human and this was far from the places he used to roam.The slave stood stubbornly with his back to the audience, and both Cory’s and his master’s eyes traveled along the gracious back, on the round buttocks and lean, long legs. This was no ordinary slave. His muscles had not been trained by individual devices requiring mindless repetitions until the desired form was achieved. He was a creature of the wild, shaped by hardship. He looked a bit underfed, too, Cory thought. He wanted to ask his master if they could give the slave something to eat. When he’d been a child, he’d known hunger. He coul
The servant didn’t need any more encouragement. His smaller hand closed over his master’s, taking over. As Xavier let go, he licked the engorged head slowly, reveling in the slave’s needy whimper.“I think he likes it, Cory,” his master said satisfied. “Take care of me, as well.”He stopped his licking to take his master’s cock out and sucked at it greedily. The slave seemed to mind being neglected like that, as his hand pulled a bit clumsily at Cory’s hair, to draw his attention.Cory obliged right away, and, unconsciously, made the two move closer to one another. Soon, he was switching from his master’s long, thinner member to the dark, meaty one, taking one, then the other, deep in his throat, and using his hands to increase stimulation.He saw Xavier sneaking a hand inside the cage again to grab the slave’s buttocks. It seemed that the sudden move triggered something in the young male, as Cory felt right away the tang taste of ejaculate on his tongue. He swallowed quickly and turn
“Good,” Xavier said sharply.“How can you be this cruel with your best friend?” the brunet complained.“It serves to taste your own medicine, doesn’t it, Lucas?” Xavier sat next to his friend and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Plus, why would you want a hole as well used as his? You know I hold nothing back. And I let anyone who wants him have him.”“Do you think debasing him will make me think less of him?”“He’s just a nymphomaniac. Don’t you think it would hurt your research, having to deal with his constant need for sex?”“It seems to me you forget something, Xavier. I am qualified to appreciate Cory’s appetite as healthy.”“You were the one using the term first. About his nymphomaniac tendencies?”“Well, I didn’t know him then. It was a simple statement based on information provided by you.”“Forget about him, Lucas. He enjoys enough attention from slaves. Plus, he has his place in my bed. Don’t just go for a prostitute like him.”“I believe you are overestimating how many ar
“You’re sure? He seems to be a class A pervert to me. I think he likes it that I’m trapped like this. It makes him feel almighty and shit. The problem is that staying locked up makes a bit crazy. I was going to wait a bit more and be on my best behavior.”“I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, just let our master do what he wants. I will try to convince him that it’s not good for your health to keep you like this.”“Why are you helping me?”“Don’t you see?” Cory smiled. “I am nothing but a servant. But by helping you, I can do something different from what I usually do. Something that may be just a bit more meaningful than everything else I do in my position.”“Oh, ok. I guess,” the youth shrugged.The door opened, and both fell silent. With a frown, Xavier noticed the spilled food.“What happened?”“I stumbled and trashed the tray. I am so sorry, master,” Cory bowed. “I was just cleaning up.”“Alright. Don’t fret. How’s our guest of honor doing?” Xavier got closer to the cage and
“Let him do it,” he ordered shortly, and Cory hesitantly withdrew.Xavier grabbed the dark head and pushed through silky lips, only to be met with resistance. The young man writhed and tried to push against the invasion, but his bound hands didn’t allow him too much freedom to move and fight the assault on his mouth.The master could not care less now what the slave was feeling or thinking. Cory watched, biting his lips, as Ayn tried to fight back, to no avail. Soon enough, his nape was against the edge of the bathtub, and his mouth was forced to open, his throat made to accommodate the large cock.Without thinking much, he rose and embraced his master from behind. His hands traveled to the base of the man’s cock to pull back.“What are you... ?” Xavier whispered angrily, and Cory sank his teeth into his master’s shoulder, licking the bite and sucking at it right away.“Take me, master, please,” he begged in a sultry voice. “I cannot ... anymore...”“Cory, you slut,” his master chided
“Where do you think you’re going?” Antoine grabbed him and forced him back on the bed.“I need to wash,” he said curtly. “Master has to be home soon.”“No, you won’t wash. Keep my jizz inside. Know it’s there,” Antoine said, his beautiful face twisted by a nasty smile. “Know who owns you, bitch.”Dion’s lips trembled. He’d been too quick to think Antoine would finish with him so easily.“Please, Antoine,” he begged, his eyes shiny with tears. “Master gets mad if I do not look perfect. He’ll know you and I...”“So? Let him know. That keeps him on his toes. This is the difference between you and me, Dion. I don’t let anyone make a bitch out of me.”Ayn was resting his head against the cold bars of his cage, with a bleak look on his face. He jolted when Cory walked in.“He’s going to do this until he’s satisfied, isn’t he?” he murmured, and Cory nodded.“He wants to give you a name,” the servant spoke, looking sideways.“Like hell he does,” Ayn spat.“A name is nothing but a word,” Cory
Cory caressed his shoulder.“It’s not the pain that’s bad,” Ayn talked. “It’s the fact that the jerk thinks he owns me. That I’m his bitch now.”“Ayn, it’s not like that,” Cory tried to stop the torrent of self deprecating words pouring from Ayn’s mouth. “He likes you. He will take good care of you. And it gets better after the first time...”“No shit,” Ayn retorted. “The last thing I want is to moan like a slut in heat as he stuffs his cock in me. You don’t understand, Cory. Where I come from, if you’re settled to being a bitch, that’s all you will ever be. If you sleep with a guy, you better make fucking sure you top the guy, too, or else everyone will stare at your ass and think how it would be to ride you.”Cory opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out. He had no idea what to say.“Don’t worry. I’ll set this straight. I’ll fucking jump him, too. See how he likes it with a cock up his ass.”The servant shook his head, horrified. “Don’t do it by force, Ayn. If
“Do you like it, Ayn?” Xavier breathed over his face.Man, how he wanted to punch that handsome face! But it had to be done later, as now, there was something really strange happening, as he felt his ball sack tightened and fluid broke free from his cock, without any other stimulation.“You do,” Xavier said haughtily and started grunting and coming inside his slave’s ass, his moves shorter, harder and harsher.Ayn lay to one side, breathing heavily. He’d been stupid to close his eyes; he’d let his guard down. Now, he was nothing but the man’s bitch.A hard slap on his ass made him jump. He turned to look at his master, reproach and anger written all over his beautiful face.“What? It was obviously long overdue,” Xavier mocked. “I was stupid to let you go for so long. You’re everything my cock needs, Ayn,” he whispered and dragged his reluctant slave into an ardent kiss.Ayn’s mind was set. He needed to get the fuck out and fast. There was no way he was going to like taking that guy’s
He was made to get up slowly, as Lucas gently grabbed him with one hand, as he used the other to stuff his spent organ inside his black pants.“Would you like to go to the bedroom, now?” Lucas asked.“Yes, please ... Lucas,” Cory avoided the honorific at the last moment. It felt strange, but good. So good that Cory could not remember anything being like this ever in his life.He did not expect to be so ceremoniously lifted off the floor and carried by strong arms to Lucas’s bedroom. It was just going to be for one night, so he had to make it last. It was not common for servants in Drena to ever dream of being used by one of the masters. No, used was not the proper term. That was what Xavier was doing. Lucas’s hands were caring, loving, as he placed his sweet burden on the enormous bed and started to undress the young servant.His mind became devoid of any thought, a simple vessel meant for desire, as Lucas’s lips descended on his neck, nibbling playfully along the collarbone, only to
“Talking?” Cory seemed surprised. “About what?”“About all kinds of crazy shit. Of course, I pretend I understand squat, so I just stay there, while he keeps my hand and goes about his stuff.”“Could you please tell me more?” Cory sat on the sofa, next to Ayn, his curiosity picked.“Yeah, it’s basically the same stuff, with some variations. At first, he starts telling me about his day at work, like I’m his wife. Then he starts talking about the jerk-offs in a committee or something like that.”Ayn stopped for a second. Cory pushed him a little to make him talk again. Like awaken from a dream, the slave continued.“He sounds a bit ... scared sometimes. And sad. He talks about how he never knew his parents. Did you know that even the most powerful guys in the city are raised by some monks?”“The trainers?” Cory could not believe his ears.“Yeah, them. By the way, your Lucas is not from around here.”“Good to know,” Cory murmured.“After he talks and talks until I almost fall asleep, he
The servant let the towels next to the door. He was supposed to act like a savior or something like that, to stop Xavier from ravaging Ayn. Yet it seemed that the master-slave couple was reaching an understanding he could not comprehend.“What do you mean, that was all?” Cory whispered, not believing his ears. Although he had seen some of it with his own eyes, that didn’t mean he was ready to accept it.“I am telling you, man, he just sucked me off, swallowed everything like a good boy, and then jerked off and came all over my feet,” Ayn stretched and yawned. “He’s a fucking great cocksucker, this master of yours.”“He’s your master, too,” Cory kicked him playfully in the ribs.“Not when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not,” Ayn said triumphantly, raising enough from the bed to tickle Cory in response. “I am telling you, he’s a bit fucked up or something.”“I don’t get it,” Cory shook his head. “He’s always so domineering and...”He was lost for words.“Maybe he could not resist my
It had to be done sooner or later. In his search for a remedy, Xavier believed more and more that having his slave would set things straight once more.Cory tried to put on a neutral face as he broke Ayn the news. The beautiful brunet bit on his lower lip in annoyance.“Shit. What am I going to do?”“You just do what I told you. Relax, let him do his thing, and it will be over. There is no point in fighting. You will only end up hurt.”“I’m going to end up hurt anyway,” Ayn said morosely. “There is no way he can put his fucking cock inside me, without breaking me.”Cory sighed. Ayn could not understand and was incredibly stubborn, on top of it all. Cory had tried to tell him that it could be pleasurable, but the brunet had just frowned and shook his head.“I’ll fucking bleed to death,” the slave added and Cory caressed his shoulder briefly.“If he’s pleased with you, he’ll let you roam free. Even give you some clothes. At some point, he will let you come shopping with me. Then I will
“Go give him the same treatment you were giving Ayn just now,” Xavier ordered, knowing well Lucas would hear his words, and wonder what Cory had been doing until now.Cory obeyed and knelt between Lucas’s parted knees. He touched the perfect mounds with reverence and slid his tongue on the ass crack, making sure to apply enough pressure so that Lucas could feel him. His head was spinning, filled with the sensation of touching Lucas, the man ever present in his dreams, in such an intimate manner. Except for that encounter, when he’d been a servant to Xavier for just a few days, he had never been so close to Lucas.He kissed and licked the man’s secret entrance. He had heard how Lucas had never let anyone in there. He knew it was a matter of minutes until that was going to change.Under his ministrations, Lucas’s breath grew deeper, ragged. Cory closed his eyes and caressed the man’s hole with his lips. He was not just giving a rim job; he was making love to his beloved’s prized entranc
“So, are you ready?”“That thing looks big,” Ayn’s eyes were glued to the dildo.“This little thing? Come on, Ayn, you’ll have to take Xavier, don’t be a coward.”He gestured for Ayn to get on his fours, and the slave complied. He giggled as the cold lube made contact with his puckered hole. Cory pushed a finger slowly inside.“Ouch,” Ayn wiggled his ass.“Really, now, it’s just my finger,” Cory chided.“Yeah, that’s one finger too many in my ass,” Ayn replied.“It will feel better at some point,” Cory tried to assure the slave, but Ayn was just too tight.The servant caressed the beautiful globes, as he tried to push a little more inside. Between Ayn’s legs, his dark member stood flaccid. Without thinking too much, Cory bent and took the dangling balls in his mouth.A surprised gasp came from Ayn, as his member started to lengthen.“Wow, Cory,” he whispered. “You’re good. I only had one girlfriend who used to do that to me.”Taking advantage of having Ayn a bit distracted, he took th
“I won’t be your friend anymore. At night, when you’re alone, you’ll have to think if satisfying a mere fling was worth destroying the special bond we used to have.”For a brief moment, it looked as if Xavier was ready to think everything over.“A mere fling? I’ve wanted you for years. It is your newly acquired obsession with my Cory that is destroying our bond,” he hissed.“He may be your servant, but he is not yours. I won’t be yours, either, no matter what you do,” Lucas said with his head held high, while Xavier took the silken scarf left on the stand to blind his friend for what was to come.Nothing could be heard from the perfectly insulated master bedroom, and Cory felt his heart growing smaller and smaller. Was Xavier going to hurt Lucas? Why was the beautiful man doing that for the likes of Cory?He chose to roam to Ayn’s room, to settle his nerves a bit. He found the slave stretched on the bed, with a game pad in his hands, watching closely whatever action was happening on t