A Good Servant Ch. 11

"And what is 'this' about?" Xavier commented bitterly. "Do you hate me? Do you want to prove you're better?"

"Prove? I don't need a proof to know that. And things are simpler than you think. I just want to fuck you."

"Sex is power. You're just asserting dominance with this foul act," Xavier squirmed, only making his ass wiggle a little, which earned him a pleasured pained grunt from Ayn.

"Whatever floats your boat," Ayn admitted. "The truth is I have been thinking for a long time how it would be to fuck you. I've only wanted girls before, you know? Now I can only think about having you and you alone. So just put your ass up, and I'll show you a good time."

"I doubt your experience with girls," Xavier said with disdain, while breathing in, as cool fingers dipped in something slick started circling his hole, "would help you."

~A Good Servant~

They walked back home in absolute silence. Dion kept the door open for John to come in, and closed it shut. He waited for the man to sit on the couch and he knelt in front of him. The man looked at Dion, with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Dion didn't break eye contact, as he fumbled with the man's trousers.

"What are you doing?" John demanded, in a thick voice.

"Anything you go looking for down at Venusville, you have at home," Dion explained and gently began rubbing John's cock, freed from the confines of clothing.

To his surprise, the man's organ grew hard in his hand right away. Without much ado, the redhead bent and took the man's silky cock in his mouth. It was making him feel a bit sick thinking Andreas had had his mouth on John until not longer than half an hour ago, but he quenched that sensation. He had to make John see that he had no reason to pay for sex while having Dion at home.

He had always hated when Antoine was forcing himself on him. But he had always done well with oral. It was easier to block everything and just make the damn thing squirt in his mouth and have it done with. It was a bit of control he could enjoy.

As he took John deeper and deeper, he heard the man exhale. Then it suddenly struck him; he didn't want just to make John get off. He wanted more. He withdrew very slowly, letting his tongue play on the man's shaft, eliciting short grunts from John.

The man's taste on his tongue didn't feel bad at all. There were no hands in his hair, to push him down, or make him reel in pain. John just stood there, letting himself serviced, his only manifestations the restrained sounds he was making.

Dion rubbed the organ, milking it slowly into his mouth. He felt inundated by the sensation that he had to please that man, make him shout in ecstasy, because Dion wanted nothing but to give something and receive something in return. This was on his own accord. It was not forced, and it was ... nothing short of amazing. John's cock was hard, large, but silky to the touch.

He held the organ in his hand a bit. It was hot and warm, and Dion wondered for a brief moment how it would be to have that thing inside him. He shuddered at the thought, but it was not really unpleasant to think of that. He angled his head to lick the man's large balls and suck them one, then the other.

"Do you want to come?" he spoke softly, as he engulfed the man's large head in his mouth, enjoying the sensation of having to force so much of it at one time down his throat.

"Yes, please," John murmured, and Dion adjusted his position to allow the large cock to penetrate deeper, beyond his gag reflex.

He undulated his throat around John's cock, and the man start to take in deep, sharp breaths.

"Fuck," John whispered, as he started to come, and Dion kept his hips in place with his hands, while gulping down everything.

He withdrew slowly, teasing the spent organ with his tongue and cleaning it.

"Don't ever go to Venusville," he said, and John stared at him with dreamy eyes. "Do you want a drink? Have one at home. Do you want your cock sucked? I'm here to suck you dry."

Dion had no idea he could talk like that. But he had to be in charge this time and set things straight with John. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Do you hear me?" he insisted, and John raised one hand to caress his lips.

"Yeah, I hear you," the man eventually spoke.

Dion rose and sat next to John on the couch. A large, warm arm dragged him close.

"Will you go again? There?"

"I see no reason why," John cooed and caressed Dion's head. "Need help with that?"

Only then Dion noticed the tent he was pitching. He was ... hard? John's hand reached inside his pants and started rubbing him gently. The man's hand was so large, Dion's cock felt really small in comparison. No one had ever touched him like this; Dion came with a small grunt. It was nothing like the times when Antoine had forced him to come, to humiliate him further. This time was so genuine, it was making his chest grow small for some reason.

"Better?" John whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, thanks," he said back.

~A Good Servant~

It felt strange to be the one on the receiving end, as dull pain made him shudder; Ayn was apparently taking his time to penetrate him, and Xavier was feeling his own breathing getting heavier and heavier. It was too much. The more the brunet pushed inside him, the more something felt like spilling over. He was growing hard, despite the pain. He was no longer in control, a reality he had anticipated for so long.

"Please," he called in a raspy voice, and Ayn answered with a low chuckle.

"Please, what?" he mocked.

Xavier could not bring himself to say it. Despite the pain, he didn't want Ayn to stop.

"It will get better," the brunet caressed his back with slow, circling moves. "You fucked me and I hated it. But even then ..."

Xavier moved his head as he wanted to hear Ayn better. Was this a confession? A single push was needed for Ayn to bury himself down to the hilt in Xavier's heat. He was slowly made to get up to a half straightened position, as Ayn started kissing his nape.

"I think I get it now," Ayn murmured against his skin. "It's fucking awesome, you're so tight."

A hand was holding his chest, while another searched for his cock.

"You fucker, you're rock hard," the former slave whispered in his ear, as he withdrew for a bit, only to slam harder into Xavier's body.

"It's just a biofeedback response," Xavier answered, unsure if that was how things really were.

"Yeah, right," Ayn said under his breath, as he started to pound Xavier's ass in that sitting position, and rub the other's cock in earnest. "Not so much fight left in you, once someone touches your cock, right?" he teased. "I thought you're all bite and no bark."

"You got it wrong, it's all bark and no ..."

Ayn used his other hand to angle his head and shut him up with a kiss. "You're talking too much for someone in your position."

Xavier got lost in the sensation. The discomfort was fading, replaced by pure raw pleasure, and he moaned shamelessly. The pain had not been strong enough, he thought; Ayn was right, even forced like that, he had been hard in an instant. What made things worse, or more delightful, he didn't know for sure, was that Ayn's roaming hand was now twisting one nipple hard. Something like a strange electricity like sensation went straight to his cock. He came long and hard, Ayn's cock in his ass pulsating there like living steel.

"Fuck, I so wanted to last more," Ayn commented and he followed Xavier.

He collapsed on the bed. Wincing at the stickiness in his ass, he tried to adjust his position, but a strong warm hand stopped his butt from wiggling.

"You look good with your ass plowed like that," Ayn laughed softly.

The brunet dragged him in his arms.

"I should go wash," Xavier mumbled.

"No way. Get used to having me inside you," Ayn kissed him gently on one shoulder while embracing him with tenderness Xavier doubted he had ever experienced in his life.

"Ayn," he called.

"Yes?" a sleepy voice answered.

"What do you plan to do with me?"

He had to know. At this point, he really had to know.

"Keep you here," Ayn answered matter-of-factly. "Make you like it."

"Why?" confusion and excitement crept inside his brain again.

"Because I want you. You're here, and I want you."

"I don't belong here. You should just let me walk away. You got what you wanted, right?"

"What I wanted?" Ayn questioned.

"You got your revenge," Xavier pointed out.

"Did that feel like revenge to you?" Ayn's voice grew a bit worried, although the youngster was trying to hide it. "Gods be my witnesses I wanted so much to hate fuck you, but I couldn't. Unlike you, I'm honest. I have no idea why, but I like you. Now that you let me fuck you, I like you even more."

"You liked me before, then?" Xavier let his uncertainty spill over.

"I thought I hated you, but I guess my cum in your ass proves us both wrong. I've never fucked someone I didn't like. You would have been a first time for me."

"I am a first time for you," Xavier pointed out. "Unless ..." the thought felt uneasy, "you had another man before me."

"Oh, well, that's right. You're my first alright," Ayn sounded happy as saying that. "So get used to Haven. And to me. Because just like you thought about me back in Drena, I am the one right now to think that I have no plans to let you go."

~A Good Servant~

He heard the shower running and he shook his head. He had eventually slept on the couch, on top of John, even if the larger bed in the bedroom would have been a better choice. Apparently, they had been both too wasted to care for that. How could John move so featherlike, that he hadn't waken Dion? The redhead jumped to his feet. He had to wash too. What was John thinking, letting him oversleep like this?

He rushed to the bathroom, while shedding his clothes all over the place. When he got inside, his eyes clashed with John's. The man was holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it vigorously. Rivulets of water danced on John's hard as steel pecks, losing themselves in the coarse dark hair covering the man's chest. Dion looked his partner up and down, amazed, once more, at how big and strong the man looked.

John's gaze burned as he looked at Dion's naked body. He was obviously not the only one enjoying what he saw. The redhead licked his lips and went straight for his prize. He took the man's organ from the large hand and stuffed it in his mouth. The said hand traveled on his back, resting on his ass.

They had no time for refined techniques. He pumped the man's cock with his hand and mouth, sucking in with all his force. A hand, gentle but firm, kept his head in place, as John came in his mouth. Dion liked it, how he was kept like that, while sucking the man juice out of his partner.

Satiated, John leaned against the wall. Like before, he caressed Dion's lips as the redhead straighten up.

"Love feeding your sweet mouth," he spoke hotly, and Dion blushed.

"Out, I need to wash, too, and fast," the former servant spoke quickly to hide his embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'd wash you with my tongue everywhere," John smirked while getting out of the shower.

Dion drew a deep breath. The thought of John doing that to him suddenly made him lightheaded. That, and the close proximity of the man's body. He was radiating heat, probably because he was stepping out of a hot shower, or probably not only because of that.

"That's a promise," John added, as he was drying himself with a towel. He grabbed Dion's left buttock and squeezed playfully. "I'll lick that hole like crazy. Gotta make it wet, to get inside," he whispered as he leaned onto the redhead to caress his ear with his lips, and Dion felt his stomach clench in apprehension.

Naturally, John wanted that, too. He just had to get over his fear and let the man do it.

"Why the long face?" John stopped, angling his head to take a good look at Dion.

"Nothing."

"Jeesh," the man snapped and took a step away from Dion. "What? Did you suck my cock just to prove that you are better than Andreas? Should I go fuck him, so I can fuck your ass after that? You're so deranged up here, princess," he gestured at his head.

"No!" Dion cried out. "It's just ... you're big," he said quickly.

"Oh," John stopped and frowned. "Andreas used to complain about that, too," he murmured in defeat.

"Don't worry, we'll see," Dion offered, but the man shrugged and went out of the bathroom, visibly upset.

~A Good Servant~

"Cory!" Lucas called for his lover. It felt unusual to not have the gorgeous blond rush to welcome him. He looked into the kitchen, then into the living room. An unsettling sensation he had no intention to listen to was curling against his thoughts. It had been a constant presence on his mind lately, and he had been trying hard to push it away.

He opened the door to the master bedroom and smiled, seeing his beloved waiting him like that. His worries gone, he moved slowly towards the bed and caressed a cuffed ankle.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" he asked playfully.

Cory offered no answer, but he raised his free hand to offer Lucas the last cuff. He took it slowly and caressed a sinewy arm, while tying the wrist against the bed post.

"I must admit that you are looking quite fetching right now," he said wickedly. "Should I sit right over there," he pointed to a chair, "and just admire the view?"

Cory frowned. "Take a picture, it will last longer," the servant spoke, and Lucas laughed.

"Not as subservient as you pose to be, aren't you?" Lucas said affectionately, while slowly pulling his cock out.

He climbed the bed and straddled Cory's chest. "Do you want to be taught a lesson, my naughty servant?" he asked, this time arousal creeping into his voice.

"Yes, please," Cory breathed out, and the large organ was pushed through his lips, forcing him to open wide.

Lucas grabbed a fistful of hair and started fucking Cory's mouth. He was too close to coming and he didn't want that to happen. He withdrew, reveling in how beautiful his lover's mouth looked, ravaged like that.

He bent to roughly kiss the pouty lips. "Don't worry, I just want to fuck you crazy," he promised and he pressed into the body he knew so well.

Cory squirmed under him and Lucas laughed. "I bet you would want your hands free right now, don't you Cory?"

"Yes, please," the servant begged.

Lucas pushed a hand between them to squeeze Cory's cock. "I am afraid your little plan of making me aroused out of my mind will backfire a little. You are to remain like this while I'm having my way with you."

He had no intention to chase after lube at his point. Cory wanted it a bit rough, and Lucas felt happy to oblige. So he spit in his hand to make his cock slick and pushed between his lover's long legs.

Cory answered to the invasion with a hiss, but he forced his legs wide open as much as he could. Lucas was hard and unyielding, as he started to fuck him into the mattress.

A slow, unwanted thought came to Lucas's mind, as he was getting lost into his beautiful servant's body. Both he and Cory wanted to quench a fear, something that was nagging them, something that could not be put to rest except by pure raw fucking.

~A Good Servant~

It was something they had to talk about. Only that Dion felt a bit of dread thinking about it. Could he trust John enough to tell him about Antoine? About all the others? About what it meant for him to be used like that? He shook his head. He would just manage to blow his chances with the man. Obviously, John wanted Dion completely, and there was nothing wrong with that.

He took a deep breath and sat on the couch next to John. The man seemed deep in thought and turned to look a little at him, as Dion managed a small smile and entangled his fingers with John's.

"If you ever feel like going away, please just do it," John said, in a tired voice.

Dion grabbed the man's fingers tightly. "I don't want to go away. I ... I guess I have some explaining to do. I really like you, John."

Something akin to a bit of amusement mixed with fondness sparkled in the dark eyes. "That's good to know, because I like you, too."

Dion exhaled. "I thought you hated my guts."

A low chuckle was the answer. "Nah, I just thought you're gonna give me a bad case of blue balls, that's all. Which you did, by the way."

Dion felt all ticklish on the inside, hearing the man's honest confession. He giggled.

"Not funny," John warned.

"Hey, it was not my fault you kept on rejecting me."

"I was just protecting myself!" John laughed.

"Really? You're like double my size!" Dion kicked him in the arm.

"Let's not exaggerate. I'm not that big," the tall man commented, but the smile faded away from his face.

Dion cast his eyes down.

"Look, John ... it's ok, I can go through it. And adjust in due time, even if there is this ... difference between us."

"Don't dance around the subject, princess," John said bitterly. "I don't need another one to tell me how I ripped him in two with my big cock. That's why I'm telling you you're free to go when you want. And don't force yourself, it's the last thing I want."

"Hey," Dion cooed gently, using his other hand to caress John's cheek gently. "I think Andreas was exaggerating when telling you that," he found himself talking.

"You're basically telling me the same thing," John said morosely.

"I assume you had other lovers besides him. Before, I mean."

"Yes, I did."

"And did they complain?" Dion asked.

"No, actually, they kinda ... appreciated it," John said with a small smile. "But those were guys made of sterner stuff, like me. Not like you and Andreas. That's why I'm saying you're out of my league. A fine guy like you has to be treated right."

Dion felt his heart sinking at John's self deprecation. "Do you really think I had a beautiful life before coming here?"

John shrugged. "It was all Andreas talked about. Parties, beautiful people, gifts running from the sky and stuff like that."

"It was nothing like that for me," Dion spoke slowly.

"How was it, then?" John caressed Dion's hand with his thumb, as their fingers remained intertwined.

The redhead closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, then he started talking.

"I don't know if you know, but they keep us in training for three years. During that time, we are forced to understand that there will be ... no activity of sexual nature for us."

"Really?" John looked at him, dumbfounded. "Sorry, I don't want to sound rude, but you suck cock like a pro."

"Well, they do take care that none of us has any gag reflex left, by stuffing some really large things down our throats," Dion explained.

John shuddered. "That's fucked up."

"And not the only thing that's fucked up," Dion murmured. "I walked in Drena, once my training was over, absolutely clueless about ... sex, per se. We were severely punished for even trying to touch ourselves, while in training at the Institution."

"So, you were ... like a total virgin?"

"Pretty much, yes. It was going to change, though, and fast."

Dion took a short break, to recollect himself. That was something he had only once told Cory and no one else. "Anyways, I was assigned to one of the Masters' households. I was told I was going to take care of the slaves. I entered their quarters. There I met ... Antoine."

John remained silent, aware of how difficult things were for Dion.

"He was very beautiful. But I seriously doubt I've ever met someone so beautiful on the outside, and so ugly on the inside. 'Look, guys, a new bitch, fresh from the Institution, just for us', he commented when he saw me, and I absolutely froze. I tried to ignore him, I introduced myself, as I was taught. But he just grabbed me and started to undress me. No, that's not the right term. He just shredded my clothes apart. The others were laughing, while I had no idea how to fight him off. You have to understand, I was trained to obey my betters, for three years. He just bent me over and slapped my ass, once I was naked. I got panicked and tried to run away. But he caught me, and slapped my face so hard, that I thought the world was starting to spin. The others came to help him, and I was kept down. When he ..."