The Slave Boy 01

I had heard from the slave girls about men who fucked them in the ass without lubricant. They carried it with them, to try to convince the few men who would listen. Haagan had used oil, and now his body was resting against mine. He was so warm.

I felt my eyes closing, and I was just starting to relax when he grunted and got up, his soft cock sliding from me. I was shocked at the feeling of loss.

"You can put your hands away boy, and clean up."

He bent down and reached for the thick white cloth. He used it to wipe the semen and oil from his cock. He went over to the cognac and drank from the bottle.

I crawled to the edge of the bed. My asshole felt full, and sloppy; as if it would spill over. As soon as I put my legs down on the floor an unbelievable amount of come and oil spilled down my thigh. My asshole spasmed weakly as I tried to keep it in, and even more spilled out. It landed on the carpet, and Haagan was smirking at me.

I felt so humiliated and degraded at that moment. Shivering and naked, trying to crawl of the bed and leaking all over the floor. I felt like a dog that had piddled on a fine rug. Tears started to leak from my eyes and I tried to hold them back, my stomach feeling queasy with shame.

I used the thick absorbent cloth to wipe myself and the carpet as best as I could. With him watching, I knelt over it and clenched my ass to make the rest of it dribble out and onto the cloth. I did it with leaking eyes and a red face. I was trembling the whole time. I had never felt so used, so ashamed.

When no more would come out, though I still felt slippery and loose, I stood up. I was slightly hunched, half because I was sore all over, and half because I was feeling so submissive and cowed. I reached for my loincloth where it had fallen; I needed to go help with dinner, and to get away from those cold pale eyes.

"No." He didn't speak loudly, just firmly. I still flinched and dropped the scrap of white fabric. I still felt a jolt of fear and arousal and mistrust. I felt so vulnerable around him.

"You'll be spending the night with me Aro. It's been a long time since I have had a boy in my bed, and I am going to enjoy every moment of it. Get back on the bed."

I winced where I stood, and crawled back into the bed. I curled up on my side so I would not be facing him. I let the tears stream down my cheekbone and into my ear. I was so naked. I shivered from the cold, but didn't have the courage to cover myself up. It was probably forbidden.

Suddenly the mattress strings squeaked. I stiffened as he crawled onto the bed.

"Get off the covers boy, I'm freezing." His voice was gruff and businesslike. I squirmed up the bed and he hefted the sheepskin cover and the colorful wool blanket. He slid under and yanked me under as well.

It was so warm under the soft wool covers. I could feel his hairy lean body so close to mine, and I tried to flinch away, but he just put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I could feel his soft cock against my ass, and his beard scraping my neck.

Eventually I just went limp. He held me closer, and the warmth of his body was actually very comforting. He was fantastic when he was holding still, and just holding me to him. I stayed there, and hoped that he would fall asleep, and forget about his desire to stay active all night long.

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I had finally been drifting off to sleep when he woke from his doze and I felt his hardening cock against my ass. He threw the covers off of us and I curled into a fetal ball at the chilly air on my naked body.

"Wake up Aro." He sounded amused, and excited. He sounded eager. I uncurled, shivering in the cool air. The fire had died down greatly and it was cold in here.

Far from looking fazed, his thick cock actually seemed harder and perkier because of the cold. He was on his knees, looking down at me where I was laying, smiling. His arms were covered in goosebumps and his thick chest hair looked warm.

"Come here Aro."

I crawled to him, and I nuzzled my face against his chest. I'm not quite sure why I did it. Maybe it was because he had been kind enough to feed me and use oil. Maybe it was because despite how humiliated I felt, he had made sure that I was aroused, and that I reached climax. I knew that this could have been many times more humiliating and painful.

I rubbed my cheek against the rough warmth of his chest, and somehow, I felt safe. Haagan wouldn't hurt me. He might do things that felt disgusting and shameful and amazing, but he wouldn't hurt me.

"That's a good boy..." He murmured, stroking my hair in both of his hands. His voice was a little softer. He understood that I was going to trust him. "Come up here boy..."

I straightened so I was on my knees as well, leaning forward a bit so our groins didn't touch. My genitals were still small and shriveled and soft in the chill air. His pale eyes shone brightly, and then he cupped my beardless cheeks in his hands and kissed me.

Nothing could have shocked me more. I hadn't expected a kiss at all, or if he had kissed me, maybe a rough slobbering kiss while he buggered me, but not this. His stubbly beard scraped my lips and chin. His lips were strong and warm, and he was cradling my head in his hands. I could feel my cock twitch with first signs of life.

I broke away from the kiss, shocked, and staring at him, wide-eyed and confused. He chuckled and pulled me in again. This time his mouth opened, and his tongue was suddenly intruding mine. I wasn't sure what to do, it was caressing the inside of my mouth, my tongue. I sucked on it and he growled softly with pleasure.

I thought nothing of it when he took one of his hands away from my face. I was getting into the kiss, so I barely noticed when he gently rested his hand on my hip. Then I let out a surprised yelp when he pulled my hips right into his, so my hardening cock rubbed against his.

I closed my eyes again with a soft moan as he started to hump his hips gently, rubbing against me, inflaming me. It felt so good, so dirty, but at the same time so good.

I whimpered softly with frustration and confusion when he put both of his hands on my head and pushed me away from the kiss.

"It's time for you to learn how to handle a man's cock."

I was confused. Was he going to fuck me harder? Why was he pushing me down? His hands curled over my shoulders and he was pushing me down with my face near his chest, pushing me closer and closer to his...

I suddenly realized what he wanted me to do. For a moment, every part of me was repulsed and repelled by the idea. I let him push me down until I was level with his cock, but a little voice inside my head was screaming at me.

I whimpered softly and tried to pull away, but he held me there. "Oh, Aro, you were just starting to enjoy it... Now behave, or I'll have to give you a whipping."

I flinched. I thought he was starting to be kind, but if he was still willing to whip the skin from my back, then perhaps I was wrong about him. I leaned forward slowly. I would do it, but I wanted to do it on my own terms, I didn't want to be forced into it. Forced into it any more then I was already being forced into it anyway...

I kept expecting him to force my head down, but he didn't. He just held me still while I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste a man's cock for the first time. It was right in front of my nose, eager and hard and twitching. I could see the tip of my tongue touching it for the first time. It was warm, and it tasted salty.

I rested on my hands and knees, and I moved forward so the head of his cock moved between my lips. I moved down, it was surprisingly easy if I just didn't think. His thick cock moved smoothly in and out of my mouth, bumping the back of my throat. I wrapped my hand around the base of him. He tasted like olive oil and musk. I realized that I was tasting myself.

That wasn't all I was tasting. As I rubbed my tongue over the head tentatively, I tasted clear precome oozing from the slit. It was salty, and earthy. I liked the sensation, and I wrapped my lips around his head to suck the precome from the slit.

He hissed softly, and pushed my head down. I flinched, but he just chuckled. "Down boy... I'm not made of leather."

I raised my head. "Sorry." I whispered tentatively. He grinned, and I couldn't help but like the fondness in his eyes.

I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around the hot smooth head. I could feel the foreskin against my lips, and I pushed it back as I pushed my head down. I could taste droplets of his precome on my tongue.

He stroked my hair, and suddenly he was lying back. He lolled on his back, propped up by pillows. He pulled me between his legs to keep sucking on his member. I had to lie down on my stomach to get comfortable. I propped myself up on my elbows and tentatively pulled the tip of his member into my mouth. I tried to go deep, as if my mouth was a woman's pussy. I could only take a little of him without choking.

I flinched when he tangled his fingers in my hair. "Stop trying so hard Aro. It's not about how deep you go. Use your hand, see? Just suck on the tip, nice and gentle. Use your tongue... Ahh... there you go..."

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. I could feel the thick dark reddish hair covering his groin against my hand, and a few hairs near the base of his dick. I accidentally drooled a little over his cock, and I tried to hide it by rubbing the saliva in. He growled with pleasure and stroked my hair. I tried to do it again, drool over his member and rub the saliva around with my hand.

"You learn fast boy... Keep licking the tip, and rub harder." I did so. It was like a puzzle that I needed to solve somehow. At least I thought it was like that, until I realized that my own cock was rock-hard. He wasn't touching me, he wasn't pounding my sweet spot, I was aroused. That was just another low that I had reached. I found myself moaning as I sucked on the rigid flesh of his cock, and rubbed his thick base.

He was growling with pleasure. He put the flat of his hands on my head and forced my head down so hard that I choked with surprise, and suddenly I could taste something thick and bitter and creamy. It was his come. He was coming in my mouth.

He was breathing heavily. I was sucking on his cock, feeling his come fill my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but he took my jaw in his hands and looked into my eyes.

"Swallow it boy." I was frozen in the shadow of his amazing pale eyes. I felt my throat work, and his creamy semen coating my throat. I was suddenly and painfully thirsty. I looked down. I had swallowed it. Swallowed a man's come, like a moaning whore in a dirty story. I felt my eyes stinging.

Haagan leaned over me, and pushed me down onto my back. He was moving slowly, his smile was warm, and his eyes were lazy, half-shut. He reached for my groin, and I flinched. I thought he was reaching for my anus, that he wanted to fuck me again. A rational part of my mind told me that he wouldn't be able to fuck me so soon, but I was scared anyway.

I gasped when his hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, and he stroked me gently. I closed my eyes and moved my hips gently. My body was betraying me. My body always betrayed me. By being weak, being aroused, being human. His fingers were so rough, but so warm. I could sense the strength in them. He was being so gentle, but if he wanted he could clamp his hand on the most vulnerable part of me, and cause unimaginable pain. I was shaking, not because I thought he would do it, but because I was so completely at his mercy.

I flinched when his finger touched my sore anus. I was right, he was reaching there. The tip of his finger slid easily into the sheath of my asshole, I was still slick down there, with traces of oil and come.

It hurt, my sphincter was bruised and softened, and the walls were battered, but it was just one finger at least. I whined softly as he continued to stroke my aching cock and wormed his finger deeper inside me. I gasped when the tip of his thick digit touched my sweet spot.

I shivered and felt my body break out into sweat. He was grinning up at me, grinning lazily. Part of me hated him so badly, as he had me there, helpless and sweating and moaning with his finger up my ass. The rest of me loved him for it, and that just made me hate myself even more.

Tears leaked from my eyes as I whimpered and felt come spurt from my throbbing aching cock.

He grinned down at me, and gave my cock a small pat. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Come here."

I flinched when his ropy muscular arm snaked around my waist and pulled me into his body. I stiffened completely, clenching every muscle. His body was fully against me, warm and smooth and hot and rough with hair in places. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck.

It was dark. I could feel his breath get shallow and slow. He smelled wild, like an animal. His arm relaxed around my waist. I waited, and eventually I heard him snore. I tried to move away. I had to leave. I gasped when his arm tightened, pulling me against his chest.

He muttered something, and snored. I wouldn't be able to leave tonight. I went limp, and felt tears leak from my eyes. I was so confused, so tired. I needed to sleep, or the slave-master would punish me. He would probably already punish me for not leaving after the first round.

Haagan... He had been one of the men who captured me. He had made it so I became a kitchen slave instead of one of the poor bastards in the fields or the mines. He made me feel amazing, and I couldn't deny the arousal and lust that I felt when he touched my body. At the same time, I couldn't deny how scared I was of him. It went against every instinct, everything that I had learned, to relax and trust this man. Our masters were cruel, always. But here was Haagan, who had taken me into his room, fed me, fucked me, but made sure I came both times. I just didn't know how to feel.

He grunted and pulled the covers over us both. I blinked, suddenly drowsy. His breath was warm and steady on the back of my neck. He was a strong virile man, and I would need to get some sleep before he woke up again.

I closed my eyes, and I fell gratefully into the arms of sleep.

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I was wrong.

I thought that he would wake me up again, but when I opened my eyes it was daytime. I could hear the fires roaring, and I could hear the slave bell ringing. It took all of my self control not to leap from the mattress and sprint to the kitchens.

Also, his arm was still tight around my waist, and he was snoring softly into my ear. I pulled the covers up a little higher, over my shoulders.

I had time to rest, and to think. I would most definitely get punished for this night of neglecting my duties. Girls were switched if they stayed with one man for too long, and men were punished harder then the women. I wanted to stay with Haagan as long as I could.

I realized that I was considering seducing him when he woke up. Anything to have him stay with me... Even fucking me again, but my asshole was so sore.

I could feel his heartbeat, his rough chest, his limp genitals. I could feel his short beard against the back of my neck. I closed my eyes. I couldn't help it, I couldn't ignore it. I had feelings for Haagan. My feelings were desperate, and confused, and a little frightened. But Haagan was still the first person to have treated me with any sort of kindness or gentleness since I had been enslaved four years ago. He had taken care of me, in his own way. The alcohol and the oil... Even when he made sure to make me come.

He was so warm. My stomach felt sick at the thought of how I would be punished for my absence... But his presence comforted me.

He shifted with a groan, and his hand moved up further so it was resting on my chest. I shivered at the sensation on my sensitive nipple. He was not awake, just moving around as he slept. As he settled into his new position, I settled too.

I was going to get punished, I might as well wring out every ounce of pleasure that I could.

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I felt it when he woke up for real. He yawned and stretched like a cat. He kissed the back of my neck and rolled out of bed, rubbing his temples and grimacing. I stayed frozen for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. I could hear the stream of his urine hitting the bottom of the chamber pot.

I rolled over and peeked at him from under the covers. I could see the muscular expanse of his back and shoulders, his firm chiseled buttocks and firm muscled legs. He was a prime fit example of a man. His reddish hair was shorn close to his head, and I could make out the tendons in the back of his neck.

He prodded the fire, kneeling so his muscles moved and flexed under the skin. He stoked it and added a split log.

I moved slowly, stretching under the covers. I jumped when he looked back at me. His eyes were piercing and cold. My anus felt numb and painful. When he looked away again, I reached between my legs to feel. The little ring of muscle was raw, and stretched, and it still felt oily.

He took a deep drink from the pitcher, and then to my horror, he was reaching for his leggings. He couldn't get dressed now! I didn't want to go back!

"Um... M-Master Haagan?" He looked at me and grinned warmly.

"What is it Kitten?"

The endearment shocked me. Shut me up. I just didn't know what to think, so I looked down and shut my mouth. What was I doing? And why did I feel such a humiliating mixture of pleasure and indignity at my new nickname?

He snorted softly, and he dropped his leggings to walk back to the bed. I was gratified and hesitant to see that his thick cock was soft, but starting to twitch. He reached out, and I did everything in my power not to flinch when he cupped my jaw in his warm hand. He tilted my head so I was looking up into his pale eyes.

"Come on, don't clam up now. What was it you were going to say Kitten?"

My mouth felt frozen. My tongue felt like a stone covered in leather. I managed to speak, but not the words I had wanted to say. I needed to seduce him, bring him back, but all that would come out of my mouth was.

"Please... Don't go."

He wasn't smiling anymore. My breath caught in my throat. Was he angry?

"What is that old cook going to do to you when you get back?" This Haagan was different. All night long he had been half-drunk and jovial, horny and gleeful. Now he looked serious.

I told him the truth. "Strip me in the courtyard, pour water on me and whip me, Sir." His fingers tightened slightly on my jaw and I flinched. I couldn't meet his piercing blue eyes. They were just too intense.

He was very quiet. Then he startled a little cry out of me when he leaned in and kissed me hard. This was different then before, intense, like he was trying to swallow me whole. When he broke it, I couldn't help but look him in the eye. He was smiling again, and something inside of me melted.

"That wont happen." He murmured.

Then I was on my back, with his naked body over me, kissing him hard enough that my lips hurt and feeling his hard cock dig into my stomach. He was reaching, reaching for something I couldn't see. I didn't try to see it, one of my hands was tangled in his hair and the other was on the flat of his back. I didn't know how I felt, and I didn't care. I was exhilarated and breathless, my cock was hardening fast, grinding against his hard stomach.

I felt a sudden panic and exhilaration when his fingers were between my legs, slick with oil. I froze up, and whimpered softly.

"Hush." He said gruffly, "It will feel good in a minute."

I couldn't help myself. I let out a scared moan when his fingers penetrated, just underlining how sore I was. He stuck two fingers inside of me and I squirmed with discomfort. I closed my eyes tight, and I could feel him slathering his cock with oil. He was panting with how eager he was, his breath was moist and hot in my ear. I clung to his back, eyes wide open, shivering and looking up at the wooden ceiling.