A Good Servant Ch. 07

Cory looked a bit flushed, as he got up to greet his master.

"How is Ayn doing?"

The slave had moved, as well, taking out the dildo from his ass and throwing it on the floor, as if he feared the object could have continued to penetrate him, despite no longer having someone manipulating it.

"He is just starting to get accustomed with it, master," Cory said breathily.

"I thought I told you to help him get used to it, but I don't remember allowing you to touch him with your mouth," he tried to quench his frustration by taking it out on his servant.

"I apologize, master, but he was so afraid that I thought I could convince him with a bit more stimulation," Cory said hurriedly.

A bit more stimulation was exactly what Xavier needed to solve the conundrum in the master bedroom, so he just gestured for Cory to follow him, not without throwing a meaningful look in Ayn's direction.

The slave tensed as their eyes met. Xavier smiled. Suddenly, he felt warmth where there had been ice. Maybe he could use a consolation prize in a few days.

~A Good Servant~

Cory's mouth went slack when he saw Lucas bent so unceremoniously over the bed, waiting for Xavier's return. His master obviously wanted to make the man realize who was on top. There was no seduction there, no sweet surrender. Xavier wanted to hurt Lucas.

"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 entrance.

"Enough," he heard Xavier, and suddenly he was pushed aside, to let his master enter Lucas in one go, making the knelt man gasp. "Don't try to keep your voice down, Lucas. Feel free to scream or curse, or blame me for having Cory prepare you so you can get your body ravaged by me."

No sound came, except for a few grunts here and there. "Quite the stoic, aren't you?" Xavier slammed inside his friend's body over and over again, like a madman.

Beside him, Cory was turning livid. The servant felt his chest aching, witnessing the vile ways of his master. His heart went to Lucas, but he could do nothing. Nothing. It was what he was, after all. Nothing else but a tool, to be used by an unforgiving master who held nothing holy in his heart. Not even friendship.

His master's quickened breathing let him know that Xavier was close. As Xavier rose to his feet, one minute later, he heard the short order.

"Clean up this mess."

He hurried to comply. With trembled hands, he caressed the man's ass again and closed his lips on his now ravaged entrance, to suck out the liquid pumped by force into him. Xavier thought that was humiliating to them both. Little he knew that Cory thought of it as at least an attempt at healing. There was going to be no trace of Xavier in Lucas's body. Not if Cory could help it, so he just pushed the man's ass cheeks apart to gain better access inside, and clean the abused hole as much as possible.

"What do you say, Lucas?" he heard Xavier's mocking voice again. "How does it feel to have your little toy thing clean up after I had you like I would have had the lowest of all slaves?"

"I say only one thing," Lucas's voice was proud and unmoving. "Are we done here already?"

The words had the effect of a bucket of ice water on Xavier's mood.

"I fucked you. I think we're through," he spat. "Help him get dressed and get out," he ordered Cory and turned on his heels to leave the room.

It had been a disaster, after all.

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Author's Note:

I absolutely loved hearing from all of you, guys, and, as you can see, I used some of your ideas. As always, the muse is a tricky little thing, and what some of you have said about the friendship between Lucas and Xavier going to be trashed after such an experiment got stuck deep in my brain. Even more than the kinky stuff. This was the result, I hope I managed to surprise you, at least a bit, and not disappoint you (too much).

What do you think will happen next? What will Ayn do to get closer to freedom? How is Cory going to deal with the fact that Lucas wants him so much that he didn't mind sacrificing his own body for a night together? And don't you think I forgot about Dion. His fate won't be an easy one, but, in the end, I hope you will like what it's going to happen to him. Until next time, I wait - impatiently - for your thoughts and ideas, even if you just want to yell at me for not writing more. :)