A Good Servant Ch. 08

The servant did not offer an answer. Instead he sank to his knees and searched blindly for Lucas's zipper. He looked up, his hands trembling, wanting nothing but to see acceptance and encouragement in deep green eyes.

"Cory," Lucas whispered, and placed a warm hand atop the servant's blond head.

It was just what Cory needed. Eyes half mast, his fingers circling the man's silky shaft, he brought his prize to his lips. It was amazing how males could be so similar, yet so different. Lucas's organ felt real and hard in his hand, steel draped in silk, and its musky smell was making him dizzy. He could feel the expensive soap smell, but even clean, the man's organ held a certain fragrance he wanted to imprint in his memory.

Along with its taste, he thought, as he engulfed Lucas's member in his mouth, working the shaft with his tongue and his hand in the same time.

"Naughty Cory, do you want an appetizer first?" Lucas teased, as his hands were caressing Cory's head, holding him steady so he could see about his little oral fixation.

It was not polite to talk with his mouth full, so he just tried to nod. Soon enough, his wish was granted, as Lucas came, with a small grunt, in his mouth. The hands continued to keep him there, not forcibly, but caring, caressing all the time, and he reveled in the sensation of having the man he'd wanted for so long, the only one who counted, whose smell and taste and touch wanted to remember forever.

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 go lower, to tease the young servant's erect nipples. A small cry left his lips.

"Is it good here?" Lucas lips captured one small bud between them again.

"Yes, please, more," Cory said breathily, his hands moving on their own accord to run through Lucas's raven hair.

His wish was granted, as Lucas continued to devour him slowly, biting without breaking skin, just to make him arch into the touch. If Lucas wanted to eat him whole, he wouldn't have minded.

His pants were dragged over his erection, making yelp a little in surprise, and he hurriedly opened his legs, wanting Lucas to get there as soon as possible. But the brunet had other plans, as his mouth descended on Cory's cock, taking him in fast and easy. The servant moaned shamelessly, feeling the head of his dick hitting the back of Lucas's throat. That was something no one had ever done to him. He had to tell Ayn he'd been right; getting a blowjob was, indeed, fucking awesome.

Lucas seemed skilled at it, too. Cory could not stop a short pang of jealousy as he wondered who'd been on the receiving end of Lucas's amazing technique.

"Please, I want to come with you inside me," he begged and suddenly he felt cold air hitting his organ where it had been only scorching heat.

Soon enough, cold slick fingers were playing against his hole, and Cory whimpered. It had been a while since he'd been penetrated. Xavier had been too busy with Ayn, and Antoine was only fucking him when they met at parties. For that, Cory was glad. He wanted to feel Lucas to the fullest.

"You're tight," Lucas commented, as his fingers continued to stretch him gently.

"Take me now," Cory whispered. "I'm more than ready."

A few tears came unbound, as something much larger than the fingers was pushed through his tight ring of muscles. Cory didn't mind the small pain; soon, the discomfort faded away and he circled Lucas's midsection with his long legs, to drag him closer.

Lucas caressed his cheeks with infinite tenderness. Then he suddenly stopped.

"Are you crying? Am I hurting you?" Lucas asked, alarmed, trying to withdraw.

Cory clamped his legs over the man's frame in desperation. "No, you're not. It's just that ... I'm so happy."

There was a small exhaling sound. Lips connected once more, as Lucas moved inside the smaller body beneath him. They moved in the same rhythm, as Cory thought he'd never been so compatible with anyone. It felt as if Lucas fit there, as if they were two halves of a whole, finally gluing together to form something special and wonderful that was making Cory's heart throb with excitement and happiness.

He came without even touching himself. Lucas knew exactly how to push to brush over his prostate over and over again, until he saw stars beneath his closed eyelids. His lover's hot seed filled him soon afterwards and, unbound, words left his lips.

"I won't mind if I die now..."

Teeth buried into his lips, making him yelp. "Don't you dare talking like this while in my arms," he heard the stern words, as soon as his punishment was over.

~A Good Servant~

In the meantime, in Xavier's penthouse, Ayn was starting to feel restless. Even if Cory was not allowed to witness their trysts, it felt good to know he was around, when he and Xavier were going about their nightly business.

As the master of the house entered his bedroom, he felt his heart growing smaller. The man's eyes were burning. He tended to look a bit wilder lately. Ayn knew he could not postpone the inevitable forever. And, in a way, he wanted it all to happen so they could get over with it.

"Master," he rose from the bed, to welcome Xavier. He'd continued to pretend he only knew a few words. The situation seemed to be to Xavier's satisfaction; apparently, the most powerful man in Drena needed nothing more than a silent companion.

Xavier kissed him greedily and pushed him onto the bed. Clothes were flying everywhere and Xavier was on his knees, servicing Ayn with his mouth, as he'd done it for the last weeks.

Ayn kept the man's head there with all his might, bucking into his mouth. It felt good to assert dominance in this manner, even if it was short lived. Xavier seemed to enjoy it, too.

His climax came like a wave; he could not resist for too long, as his cock was being wrapped by the skilled tongue, always sucking him dry. In the haze that followed, he noted how something hot was pouring on his balls and dripping between his butt cheeks. His eyes snapped open, but it was too late.

Above him, Xavier's eyes were burning brighter. Ayn let out a cry, ashamed of it, but too surprised to be taken so suddenly, and his mouth was covered by his master. His ass was burning as he was split open. Lubed with his own jizz, now how was that for irony?

He tried to push against the man, but Xavier was strong, and Ayn's senses were dulled by pain, as his virgin ass was used by the relentless cock pushing past his entrance. He bit on Xavier's lips, for lack of a better way to make him stop, but the taste of blood in their mouths seemed to drive the man even madder. He increased his rhythm, and Ayn had no choice but to allow the invasion, screaming silently in his head, trying to remember everything Cory had taught him about getting relaxed to let the penetration happen. Who the fuck could relax with a giant thing up his butt, that felt so deep inside that it was making him want to puke?

Xavier adjusted their position, by dragging Ayn closer to him. The change in angle made something between the head of Xavier's cock and something inside Ayn's ass connect, and the slave's breath hitched in his chest. What the fuck was that?

Xavier thrust into him, hitting the same spot. He moaned, something strange akin to a short-circuit making his thoughts halt, unsure of what he was feeling.

"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 cock up his ass.

~A Good Servant~

"So, I gather that your encounter with my servant was up to expectations," Xavier probed Lucas for info, as soon as they were alone in his large office, overlooking the majestic Drena bay.

It was not a question, more an affirmation. Cory had been instructed to offer Lucas everything the man wanted, and Cory was an exemplary servant. Knowing his skill, Xavier doubted Lucas had been unsatisfied with the servant's performance.

"Yes," Lucas said with a small frown, after a short moment of hesitation.

"I no longer use him," Xavier said abruptly and Lucas stared at him as if he was trying to make sense of the words. "So you can have him each night, if you are so inclined. Of course, I need him for daily chores, and Ayn is far too attached to him, to replace him at this point, so just make sure he gets enough sleep."

Lucas's eyes turned to slits. There was no such thing as free lunch. "Why the sudden change of heart, Xavier? I thought you to be a meager man when it came to sharing your toys."

Xavier shrugged. "I think I finally see your point. And ... our friendship seems to have taken the wrong turn, so I must offer something in return for your ... discomfort."

"Discomfort?" Lucas smiled thinly. "Xavier, you have a way with words that never stops to amaze me. And really? What did you hope for? I am not Chief Psychologist for nothing. I know the ins and outs of the human mind much better than you could possibly know."

There was no self praise there, in those words. Xavier knew them to be the truth.

"Don't you like my gift then?" he asked, not hiding his hurt this time.

"Oh, but I do. But you'll have to sign a small paper. If anything happens - and I mean anything - requiring Cory's release from your service, he is going to be placed in my care immediately."

"It will be done," Xavier admitted. "But he's a great servant, I have no reason to dismiss him."

Lucas nodded. "I know. I will see you later, at the meeting."

He made a turn for the door then Xavier spoke again. "Lucas." There was something there, vibrating and hurting that made the brunet turn.

"Yes?" He had no intention to make things easy for the man.

"Could I see you later? Outside work?"

"Yes, I guess," Lucas shrugged. Xavier's unexpected gift was not coming without any obligations.

"I'm taking my slave to bed," Xavier continued, as that was something he'd been keeping inside for too long. "I believe he hates me, to some degree. But he enjoys my touch and breaking him is delicious."

Lucas shook his head. "Mend your ways, Xavier. The act is growing old. Is breaking this boy what you are really after? I've told you many times before. That feeling of emptiness you feel inside won't fill with sex, especially not the forced kind. There is no love by force. And it won't bring anyone back," he ended and this time he walked away, knowing too well Xavier was not going to listen to reason.

~A Good Servant~

In the meantime, Cory was walking back home feeling like on cloud number nine. His happiness faded, though, the moment he met Ayn's eyes.

"What happened?" he asked, his heart in his throat, while hurrying at his friend's side.

Ayn was on his belly, his head on his folded arms, with a morose expression on his beautiful face. "He fucked me. The sneaky bastard, he just fucked me. And it hurt like hell, and I fucking came when he did," he blurted it all out and squeezed his eyes shut to hide the storm of emotions raging inside.

"Let me see," Cory touched him gently.

"No, please," Ayn said breathily.

"Come now, I've seen you a thousand times. I need to see if you're hurt," he said gently.

Reluctantly, Ayn gave in to the gentle touch. Cory inspected him, without touching much. "Nothing's torn," he exhaled. "I'll prepare a bath. I'll have you relaxed and better in no time."

"I'm clean," Ayn murmured, as he pulled up his pants. "Spent hours in the shower, trying to take him off me. Fucking scumbag," he said through his teeth.

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 you try, he can have you executed. He can have you in chains, torturing you and no one will save you. Please, I beg you, don't do anything rash. Look, I'll call him and ask him if I can take you out. You'll see the city. Please, you're so close to being free."

"Shit, Cory, you do have a way with words," Ayn squeezed the pillow beneath him in his arms. "You're right, I need to get out of here, before I smash his head in."

There was a small sigh of relief from Cory. He could not let Ayn do anything stupid.

~A Good Servant~

Dion's arms were flailing, as his throat was slowly squeezed by powerful hands. The knee in his groin was worse, or he could not really tell.

"Now, Dion, for the last time, why is Cory no longer allowed at parties? Talk or we'll take this a bit further this time," Antoine warned.

He went slack. He had to surrender. There was no choice for him. Eventually, the slave let him drop to the ground in a heap, coughing and spitting.

"Lord Lucas claimed him. No one is to touch him anymore."

He knew he should have kept his head down while saying that. But he could not quench the desire to look up and see Antoine's surprise at hearing the news. Even hurting so badly, he managed a small smile. Antoine looked devastated upon learning that Cory could no longer be his.

The slave's fist connected quickly with his jaw. He slumped back to the floor, as Antoine kicked him with his feet. In reflex, he covered his face. Antoine pulled his head back by the hair. Still, his fist stopped just when he was about to connect with his face again.

"Let's not mess with your face. A cutie like you, down there ... I think you'll have your ass full of cock from your first day as a recycled servant."

Dion's heart sank. There was no turning back then. Antoine had to vent off his frustration somehow.

"No, please," he tried to beg.

"Not this time, Dion. I'm going to tell master I've grown bored with you. I won't even make up anything. I'll just ask him to send you away, 'cause I can't stand your face anymore."

He doubted he had tears left to cry. But they came unbound, nonetheless, while Antoine laughed and pushed him away.

*****

Author's Note:

Hey, guys, thank you so much for all the wonderful comments and suggestions! There were some really crazy ideas there! I love it! A threesome between Ayn, Cory and Lucas ... so hawt! Yet, I believe Lucas is kind of an exclusive guy; what can I say? He just doesn't want to share his lover. Having Cory take Ayn's virginity away, before Xavier could get there. Sneaky! But let's have Xavier play the almighty a little more ... I promise you, he won't go unpunished.

Nanobot, as always, you surprise me with your highly educated guesses and you flatter me. While I have my characters speak to me and act as they seem to like, you even have an explanation for their behavior ... which is awesome. Cannd, thanks a lot for all your input, it's so great to see people getting so involved with my little story. DreamToCome, if I'll manage to turn this into a book, I'll let you guys know.

There is so much to say, but I don't want you all to end up reading more my ramblings than the actual story, so please, please, with sugar on top, keep them ideas and thoughts and comments coming! Just make a little writer happy!