Eternal Slave Ch. 03 - A Cup of Tea

!! Trigger warning!!

This chapter includes a few (mild) torture scenes. I put it in to show how nasty one of the characters can be. While torture is no kink of mine, I feel it is necessary to have a few antagonists around who are really mean to other people.

The chapter also contains sexual depictions of two men being dominated together (and not necessarily in a pleasant way) by a woman. While I am straight and will not put gay sex in the book, I am also into humiliation, including men being humiliated in front of both men and women.

If the above is not your cup of tea, feel free to skip parts of this chapter.

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"Sprite?" Glow said and laughed, stretching out on the cushion, sipping her morning tea. "Sprite is crazy! She always cackles and predicts doom and gloom. I never listen to her."

"But you told me you loved me," I said, as offended as any fourteen-year-old girl could be.

"Sam," she said. "All woman tell their men that they love them in the heat of passion."

"I thought it was the other way around."

"You know what I'm thinking?" she said.

"No?"

"I'm thinking you're spending too much time waggling your tongue inside your mouth instead of between my toes."

"I'm sorry, Glow," I said and bent over her feet again.

***

This morning had started out well and just improved as the sun rose. The first thing I found out, to my eternal delight, was that despite what looked like prehistoric levels of technology, these villagers had installed fully functional water closets using only some bamboo sticks, a few vines and bunches of leaves. I had no idea how. The second thing was that even though Midnight Glow was a late sleeper, she appreciated having her back stroked and consented to engage in a (very short, partly grunted) early conversation regarding the potential presence of coffee in the hut. There was a small lull in the happiness due to the fact that she had a) never heard of coffee, and b) consequently didn't have any.

The lull was offset by what happened when she finally woke up, turned around, and looked at me with bleary, yet still beautiful, eyes. She kissed me, and my heart jumped. She snuggled a little, and my heart jumped some more. Then, she got an evil look in her eyes and her knee appeared between my legs, rubbing slowly up and down. All the romancy-stuff was burned out of me at once, and I arched forward to get as much bang for the buck as I could. After that, the fun had started.

"You men are so simple," Glow rolled her head and said as I now showered her feet with kisses. "Just a little stimulation, and you're ready to do anything for us girls. Making tea for me," she blew on her cup, then took another sip, "for the mere promise that I would let you brush my hair. Which you did, and you didn't want to stop after a hundred strokes. Which was very cute. Watching you run around the hut tidying in the nude was cute, too. It was a good thing you offered to do that, really. It had become a bit messy after my men were taken from me, and Midnight Glow just doesn't do housework. The boys were crazy about cleanliness. You should have seen their eyes whenever a spot appeared on the wall. They were ready to fight each other over it, and the chance to do have... this."

She reached out towards me with her left hand, and I sprang up like a dog invited for a walk. Then I knelt down in front of her, spread my legs, and presented my cock. Her hand made a tired fist around it, a handshake so lazy it almost fell apart. The up and down movements hardly pulled at anything, but I whined and groaned in ecstasy nonetheless.

"I got you now," she said. "This is the clue to taming any man. Give him what he needs, not what he wants. You're not fooling me again. I'm going to make you more and more desperate until you can't bear the thought of being separated from me, that you'll beg for ways to please me. And it's all about controlling this little rod of flesh and blood. Does that worry you?"

"No," I said, eyes rolling in my head. "I love it."

"We'll see," she said, chuckled, and let go. "Now, back to rubbing and kissing my feet. You think you're needy? Well, I've just gone two months without any papering, and I am desperate!"

I hesitated for a moment too long, desperate for a little bit more of the current kind of pampering.

Her hand shot out, and she laughed even harder as she grasped my balls and squeezed them. Hard.

I yelled and slunk back to her feet.

"This feels so good!" she said and leaned back. "I'll just relax here for a few hours. If you're good, I'll torture you afterwards, make you beg for it, and refuse you. Why you men love that so much, I'll never know."

"Thank you," I said.

"No, thank you!" she leered at me.

"No, thank you."

"What do you mean, Mr Attitude?"

"Thank you for doing all this to me. I've been craving this my whole life." I bent down and kissed her toes, every single one of them. "And I like you. You're so... I don't know. So friendly and kind, not a mean, yelling, angry woman demanding all kinds of crazy stuff."

"Oh no," she said and had another sip of tea. "Why demand when I can have you beg for all the crazy stuff? Why would I be mean and yell at you when you're giving me everything I ask for? And if you don't and choose to leave, there are lots of men around who do. Well, normally, there are."

I sighed. "That's not what I meant. Do you like me?"

"Oh no," she said. "This is not going to be about feelings, is it? It's far too early in the morning for that. Now, Sam, what I want you to do is to shut up, keep kissing, and let me enjoy this for the next couple of hours, all right?"

There was a knock on the door.

Glow groaned. "Figures. Sam, see who that is, will you?"

"But I don't know what to say."

"You could say, 'why didn't I open the door like she told me to? Now she won't touch me anymore.'"

I got up, then suddenly remembered that I was naked. And hard.

"Do you have some clothes that I could borrow?"

"Not a chance!" she said and winked. "Don't worry, the neighbors are all used to this at my house."

"But I would feel uncomfortable-"

"And I would really want to give away a free lazy handshake, but there just doesn't seem to be any takers around."

"All right, all right!"

***

I could see nothing through the cracks between the bamboo sticks but long, black hair and a cream-colored dress. Together they ruined my plans to lose my erection, and when I did open the door, I saw that it had been a hopeless attempt from the start.

It was Viola. The pale dress tried to eat her curves, and her hair was neatly brushed and draped over her shoulder. Shy smile, a little blush, she took in the part of my naked upper body that I showed her. I took in all of her. My Goddess, but she was beautiful.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," I managed.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm good." She patted her hair. She smelled nice, too.

I wanted to accidentally push the door open a little more to show her my appreciation, then remembered that male fantasies don't always reflect what women really seem to find agreeable. Instead I gave her my biggest and brightest smile. "Thanks for last night."

She blushed even more. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I got carried away."

"Me, too."

"If you're going to steal him from me, Viola, please be quick about it," Glow said from inside the hut. "This is boring me to death. Or, you can come in and have tea? He can fix you some breakfast, even."

"No, it's fine, I... Wave has invited you to the Circle at noon."

"Meeting? How dull. Do I have to come? Can I bring him?"

"She said that he must come, but that you can come if you want to."

"Oh, she did, did she?" Midnight Glow chuckled. "Well then, if Wave doesn't want me, then I certainly will come. Just you tell her. Noon, that's only two hours or so off. Sam, we'll have to hurry. Say bye-bye to the nice lady now. She doesn't have time to stare at your hard-on right now."

"Goodbye," I said and blushed.

"Goodbye," Viola said and did the same, but prettier.

"See you later."

"Yes, later."

"Bye."

"Bye."

When the door finally closed, Glow couldn't stop laughing. "So, I guess you like her, too? She's friendly and kind as well?"

More blushing was exhibited and a long line of excuses was lined up inside my brain, ready to march out of my mouth.

"We have no time to lose if I'm going to have my morning shower the way I like to have my morning shower. And considering the fact that I spent last night first wading through the ocean and playing with fish guts, then running through the forest, then wrestling my captive, then having sex I shouldn't be having, I will get very snappy if I don't get to have my morning shower the way I like it."

"And how do you like to have it, my Lady?" I said.

"Lots of time, hot water, soap, oils, and a man who does everything he can to accommodate me, desperate for forgiveness after he drooled over another woman."

I looked at her.

"No need to wave your manhood at me like it's a hungry puppy. You won't get to use it."

***

Midnight Glow's bathroom was rustic, large, sumptuous, and filled to the brim with mirrors and bathrobes and towels and hairbrushes and makeup and candles and bars of soap and wildflowers and jars full of lotion, all done in the same naturalistic style that, on Earth, would have made me think very expensive, specialist interior designers had been hard at work. It was difficult to guess that four males usually lived here. Perhaps they were happy to be reminded who was in charge here, of whom they loved? Of the woman whose mere scent and accessories were enough to make them start every day with a tingling desire and need to be with her? Or perhaps they were only invited in when Glow felt like it?

"This is going to be so delicious!" she said and let her red dress slip off. It crumpled in a heap on the floor. "Could you toss this in that large basket over there for me?"

"Of course," I said.

"Using only your teeth." She looked at me, completely naked, utterly beautiful, with stiff nipples on her massive breasts and a soft, juicy belly.

That was also acceptable. I went down on all fours and buried my face in the crumbled up velvet. Drew in the scent of her body.

"It stinks," she said.

"No!" I said. "It smells of you."

"Are you telling me I stink?"

"No, I-"

"Just kidding," she said and bent down to fetch something from another basket.

It couldn't see what it was, I was too busy looking at her big, succulent butt bending over in front of me as I bit down on the dress. This was demeaning. It was also sexy as hell. As I crawled over the floor to deposit it in the basket, I let my cock drag over the thick carpet, feeling how life was very, very good right about now.

"Do you know what this is, Sam?" she asked and held up a pair of shorts. Her nasty grin told me that life was going to be very, very frustrating right about now.

"Something to wear when exercising?" I asked.

"These," Glow said and handed them to me, "are what I like to call 'prison pants.' I love them."

They were sky blue and looked like something somewhere between boxer shorts and swimming trunks. There was a narrow, thin belt attached to them with an intricate buckle, but that was all.

"Uh, and what do they do?" I held them up and studied them.

"Try them on?"

"Uh, because?"

She sighed. "Why do I get the feeling I'll tire of repeating myself pretty soon?"

"Sorry," I said and put my feet inside them. Felt just like boxers, except that the legs were very tight up around my upper thighs. "Like this?"

"Come here," she said and bent down on one knee.

I came. There was no reason not to listen, when a woman laces her head at that height.

It soon became clear that this was not going to be my introduction to the foreign, yet highly anticipated, custom of fellatio. Instead she grabbed the belt, tightened it so that it was almost painful, before she buckled-locked-shut it in a way I couldn't see.

"Now, my dear Sam, we are both safe."

"Safe how?" I asked.

"Why look at this," she said and placed her palm over the big sausage trapped inside. "I really, really want to, but I... Just... Can't... Wrap... My fingers around this thing now. No lazy handshake for you. No desperate wanking as soon as I turn my back on you. And absolutely no sex. Which means, of course, no orgasms. For certain this time. Sorry, big guy. But don't feel like I am putting you down. This is just as frustrating for me as it is for you." She winked.

"Oh, really?" I said, groaning.

"Well, it's more frustrating for you, since I can do this." She began rubbing her hand against the bulge on the shorts.

"That feels so good," I spread my legs and pushed my cock a little closer. You know, just to ease her ease of access more easily.

"Does it?"

"Yes."

"Then don't be shy about telling me how good." She presented me with that oh!, so fake, innocent face. "A girl likes to know."

"I love it when you touch me like this," I began, rocking my pelvis gently. "It's so good, and I love that when you're doing it, you're in charge, that I can't make you go any faster or do anything you don't want to to, and that you won't let me touch myself, and that you make sure I am horny all the time so that you make me want to do anything for you, because that's what I want to do, and just look at your face and your tits and your hair, you're so beautiful and sexy, and the way you move those fingers, you're torturing me on purpose, I know it! I see it in your eyes, but I just can't let go, and I love it, too, and I want more, more, more, and oh! Yes! Oh! Yes!"

"Right, I think we're ready to take a nice, long shower now," she said matter-of-factly, let go, rose, and walked over to the shower area.

"You've stopped?"

"Obviously. Come, I need your help."

"My help with..." I changed my mind. There was only one way to get her to stroke my cock again, and that was to obey.

"Very good!" she said as I stepped into what looked like a mix between a rain shower stall and a small, secluded tropical waterfall, filled with flowers in red, orange, and deep lilac that smelled like all modern shampoos wished they could. "You're learning."

"I can't help myself."

"I can help you, but I choose not to. Do you see that large, blueish flower up above your head?"

I nodded. It was one of those kinds you find deep in rain forests that were more than a foot in diameter.

"Just pull it out and let it fall to the floor."

Again, I nodded. Reached up. Fiddled behind the petals to find the small stem that would let me get a grip on it. All the while Glow stood right next to me and smiled. For a fleeting moment I imagined my hands being tied up here in the bamboo ceiling, unable to protect my body, her hands closing in to torment me, her lips kissing, sucking, biting. I imagined her eyes lighting up as she squeezed my balls again, telling me all the things I had done wrong since we met, enjoying my squirming and begging for relief, pinching my butt, tickling me until I hang helpless from my wrists. And then, the caressing would begin.

But this was not to be. Apparently, she was of the opinion that I do things for her instead of her doing things to me, which was highly unorthodox in kinky relationships. At least that's what my porn viewing experiences had told me. In those films, the woman did all the work while the man just lay on his back, tied up, and squirming a little. I had a feeling I was about to broaden my horizons.

As I pulled the large, blue flower out of the ceiling, a gentle rain of warm, scented water started to fall and began caressing our bodies.

"Mhm..." Glow said and closed her eyes in that sensual way which teaches men that women have so many and so varied erogenous zones that it's no use trying to keep track of them all. Just find yourself some favorite ones and work on those.

She leaned backwards to catch the water on her face. This exposed her breasts and sent electrical signals down to my erogenous zone.

"I love this," she said and she began rubbing her side and belly. "It's so good feeling clean that almost I speculate in getting as dirty and sweaty as I can before I step in. Almost."

I loved it, too.

"I have a little assignment for you, Sam," she said.

"Yes, my Lady."

"There's a bar of dark, gray soap hanging on a rope behind you. A rough and coarse one. I want you to get all nice and soaped up while you show off your body to me."

"Show off?"

"Pretend like you're hot."

"I've never done that before."

"It's about high time you start, then."

I flexed my muscles in a sort of parody of a body builder, it made her laugh at least, and turned around to moisten the soap. "Hey, this is like sand mixed with glue!" I said.

"Don't whine," she said. "There's nothing less sexy than a man who whines. Except when I want him to. That soap is a manly soap. It's there to make you clean, not to protect your sensitive skin and tell you that you've earned a pampering. You haven't. I have. Maybe. I don't care, I'm going to pretend like I have."

Properly chastened, I didn't tell her how it itched and scratched, just made sure I got my hands full of foam and started to rub it all over my body. My movements were more intense and brutal than what actually went on under my fingers. You know, pretending to be a real man.

"That's good," Glow said. "That's what I like to see. Get your foot up while you work your thighs, I want to see those muscles move. And under your arms. Dear Lady, I miss this. Can you imagine what it's like to take a shower with four guys soaping themselves up all at once? All of them wearing prison pants and trying to make me excited enough to let them out? Yummy!"

"I'm excited, too," I said. It was crazy how my mind worked. I was unable to touch myself, yet just noticing the way her eyes, under her wet lashes, caressed my body, was enough to make me beg some more. "How do I, eh, wash inside the pants?"

"Clever, but no. Wash on the outside," she said. "Through the fabric. Just make sure you use enough soap and rub long enough."

"I'm so hard," I said as I returned to the soap to gather enough foam to cover my very big, very indignant prisoner.

"I know."

"I need you."

"I know."

"Please?"

"No."

So, then I had to stand there, in the shower, under her watchful eyes, fondling myself, rubbing, stroking, kneading, legs bent, breath heaving, making myself more and more desperate.

"What now?" I said when she nodded and I could let the stream of scented water do its job of washing away the soap and my heat.

"Now, you need to wash your hair, of course."

"With the soap?"

"Dear me, no! I want you to have beautiful hair. No, with my shampoo, of course."

"Of course. Where do I-"

"You just kneel here in front of me and let me take care of it, honey," she said.

"Kneel here?"

"Just there would be nice, dear."

I did. What had just been a downwards-facing view of her hair and eyes had become a panorama vista of her massive breasts. Was it an invitation to... To anything?

"Do you want me to-"

"Put your arms around me, your head in my cleavage, and just look at me like you see me as a person," she said. "A very hot and sexy person would be nice but a person nonetheless."

She was soft and she was warm, and burying my head between her breasts was like burying my tongue between to bags of sweets - I just wanted the torturous waiting to end and the pleasure to begin. It didn't.

She reached over to the wall of the shower and fiddled with some flower or other. I didn't pay much attention, I was busy relishing having my face full of soft mammary gland.

"Eyes on me, Sam," she said.