tagBDSMWritten in Stone Pt. 05

Written in Stone Pt. 05

byDominaJen©

Kieran had no idea how much time had passed, but he found that he remembered more than he thought he had, and that he enjoyed reading. All it took was some prompting from Taber, and he was reading more or less on his own.

He'd been in the middle of sounding out a particularly troublesome word when Ilya stepped into the doorway. "Having fun?" he asked.

Out of habit, Kieran's heart jumped into his throat, and fear gripped his body. What if Taber had been wrong, and Ilya would be furious with him learning to read?

Taber put a reassuring hand on Kieran's and smiled at Ilya. "I'm teaching him to read, Dominus," he said brightly.

Ilya nodded. "Good. If there's any particular subject you'd like to read about, Kieran, just let us know and we'll see what we can do."

"Yes, Dominus," Kieran said numbly. Not only was he being encouraged to read, but he was being encouraged to ask for books on a specific subject?

"But take a break, boys," Ilya continued. "It's lunch time."

"Yes, Dominus," Taber said, quickly setting the book down and rising to his feet. He walked past Ilya, but the taller man stopped him, grabbing him and pinning him against the doorframe, holding him there with a hand around his neck.

Kieran's pulse raced. So Ilya was angry at Taber for teaching him to read. He stood still, frozen to that spot, as he watched the two of them.

But there was no fear in Taber's eyes. Only pleasant surprise. And when Ilya bent down to capture the slave's lips in a passionate kiss, the moan that escaped him was far from fearful. After a moment, Ilya pulled away, then released his neck, pushing two fingers deep into Taber's mouth.

"I'll be using this later," he said softly, his fingers moving slowly in and out of the slave's mouth. "Your other hole, too."

Taber moaned again, eagerly and enthusiastically sucking his owner's fingers.

Then, Ilya stepped back, releasing Taber fully and smiling at him. "But first, lunch," he declared brightly, turning to Kieran. "Come on, let's go. Abby's waiting for us."

"Yes, Dominus," Kieran said, following them out of the room. They headed to the dining room, and Kieran stilled, staring. He was surprised to find an extra chair on the right side of the table.

His chair, he knew.

There was a chair. At his owner's table. For him.

There was a chair, at his owner's table, that was put there specifically for him. His owners had gotten him a chair at their table. It wasn't a chair that belonged to someone else, that he was just using. It was a chair that they had gotten and placed at their table. For him exclusively. A chair they had thought to get, exclusively for him.

"Kieran?" Ilya asked, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I have a chair," he murmured dumbly. It sounded dumb, he knew, but it was the only thing he could think of to say.

Ilya chuckled, putting his arm around Kieran. "You have a chair," he agreed. "It always messes with you at first."

That surprised Kieran, breaking through the fog in his mind, and he looked up to meet his owner's eyes. "You don't think it's silly?" he asked.

Ilya's smile widened, and he gave Kieran a reassuring squeeze. "You mean you didn't know?" he asked jovially. "I figured Dryas would've taken every opportunity to point it out. I'm a helot. A neodamode."

Kieran didn't know how to respond. Of course Dryas had called him a neodamode, and he'd wondered if it was true. And hadn't Taber mentioned it, as well? Still, it was different hearing Ilya confirm it as casually as if he were talking about the drapes.

"He... He did say something, Dominus," he said haltingly. He wasn't sure how his Dominus would react to him acknowledging the fact that his former owner had insulted him.

But it didn't seem to bother Ilya. He chuckled again.

"Trust me, everything you're feeling, I've felt it too. And trust me when I say it'll get easier."

"Yes, Dominus."

"Go ahead, have a seat. You're right here, next to Charis."

Kieran hesitated, realizing that the seat Ilya had gestured to had been Rowyn's place. "Dominus?" he asked nervously. The last thing he wanted was tension with his owner's primary.

"It's alright," Ilya assured him, understanding his concern the way only a helot could. "Rowyn isn't the type to get offended by that sort of thing. Charis calms you, doesn't she?"

"Yes, Dominus."

"Then it's better for you to be close to her. Rowyn knows that."

Kieran hesitated again, still unconvinced. From his place across the table, Taber smiled at him. "It's really alright," he said. "You're not the first to sit there. Rowyn understands. He's completely fine with it. It was his idea to have new slaves sit there in the first place."

Kieran was still unsure, but he finally sat down, his hands folded in his lap, feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

But Taber and Ilya seemed not to notice. "Is Domina coming to eat?" Taber asked him.

Ilya laughed. "Rowyn just got back," he answered. "We won't see him, Charis, or Cullen for a few hours yet."

But suddenly, as if on cue, they heard Charis' cheerful laugh from the hallway. A moment later, all three of them filed into the room. All three looked flushed and happy, with their hair and clothes disheveled. Charis, who usually dressed impeccably, had her peplos tied crooked and her hair messy.

"Ah, I stand corrected," Ilya declared, smiling at Charis as she sat down with a contented sigh. "I hope you had fun."

"Absolutely," she replied, flashing a grin at Kieran and patting his hand affectionately.

Kieran was grateful for her attention, but his focus was on Rowyn, and how he'd react to seeing someone else in his place at Charis' right hand.

But Rowyn only smiled. "We even had a head start, since Kieran was kind enough to get her warmed up for us."

He clapped Kieran on the back playfully as he walked behind him, to take the seat between Kieran and Ilya. He winked at Kieran as he sat down, and Kieran found himself blushing madly. The compliment flattered him, especially since he wondered if he'd been pleasing to her.

He loved knowing that he had satisfied her. He loved knowing that there was at least one thing he could do well, one thing concrete that he could give her.

"Well, I didn't see you come in," Ilya said to Rowyn. "I'm glad you got in alright. Did you have much trouble?"

"Not really," Rowyn answered shrugging. "More strange looks than anything else. The odd cop asking for my paperwork."

He laughed, suddenly. "An elderly perioeci woman offered to 'adopt' me," he said.

Charis laughed. "Really? To adopt you?"

Rowyn nodded. "She assumed I was trying to run away, I think. To get out of being sold to the State. She said she didn't have any children of her own and she'd care for me as her son. I think she thought I was a child."

"Everyone is a child to the elderly," Abby said as she opened the door and entered the room, carrying her tray. "She probably would've insisted on hand-feeding you, too."

Rowyn laughed. "You know, I got that impression."

"It's good to see you back home," she said, pausing behind him as she made her way around the table and hugging him with her free arm.

"It's good to be back," he replied, returning the hug.

She nodded, patting his shoulder affectionately, then finished passing out the plates and left.

"How was the trip?" Ilya asked once she was gone. "How was the appraisal?"

Suddenly, Rowyn's expression fell, and he fiddled with his food. "It was productive," he answered, his tone flat and low. "I learned enough to make an accurate judgement."

"Rowyn?" Charis asked softly, her voice heavy with concern.

The older man sighed, setting his fork down. "It was bad, Domina," he murmured. "We can never be associated with them. We could never undo that kind of damage."

"What happened?" Ilya asked.

Haltingly, hesitantly, his eyes glued to his plate, Rowyn began to speak.

"They were cruel," he whispered. "Unimaginably cruel. I watched them... I watched them tie a man up... tie his wrists to his ankles so he couldn't stand up. He had to stay on his knees. They... they pushed him into the public baths. It was deep enough that only the top of his head stuck up out of the water. They kept him down for longer and longer, shoving their cocks in his mouth both when he was under and when they pulled him up. Finally, he passed out, from... from lack of oxygen. Once that happened, all the men took turns fucking him.

"They had a couple of females there. One of them, they tied to a pole in the middle of the main lounge. All the members were given the opportunity to whip her with a single tail. Some of them were so brutal. It cut to the bone. Finally, when she'd screamed herself out, she was tied down, for them to fuck. They used her own blood as lubricant."

There was a movement from the end of the table, from Ilya. The next actions happened too quickly for Kieran to really register what was happening.

The first thing he was aware of was Charis' voice, loud and firm. "Rowyn!" she exclaimed, the word a command that Kieran didn't understand.

Then he was aware of Taber leaping out of his chair. Next came Rowyn's touch. The hands that had been gentle and friendly moments before were now rough and forceful, grabbing him and pulling him up out of the chair, away from the table and pinning him against the wall.

Then, just as he noticed the weight of Rowyn's body, keeping him against the wall, he saw Cullen fling himself across the table.

After that, his mind started to catch up. He saw Ilya standing up. He'd stood up so quickly, and with such force, that the chair had clattered back against the wall behind him. He was gripping the table so tight, his knuckles were white.

He'd intended to flip the table, Kieran realized. Cullen had seen it coming and threw his weight on top of it to give Ilya pause.

Charis' command to Rowyn had been to protect Kieran. To move him back and shield him in case Ilya had succeeded in flipping the table. And still, Rowyn shielded him, using his body to protect him.

And Taber had leapt up, fearlessly wrapping his arms around his owner. He was easily six inches shorter than his owner, but his touch, while not technically restraining, seemed to be enough to keep Ilya from the violence they were all trying to prevent.

The slave was holding tightly to Ilya, murmuring constantly to him in a voice too low for Kieran to hear.

Charis, who had risen to her feet, smoothly walked to the other end of the table, and stood to Ilya's other side, putting her hand over his. Cullen got off the table and stood just behind her, watching Ilya closely, all the playfulness in his gaze replaced by dark determination.

"Let go," Charis said quietly, looking up at Ilya.

In a move that made Kieran gasp, Ilya violently shoved her away, breaking easily out of Taber's grip and shouting at her. The force of his shove knocked her back, but she easily, gracefully regained her balance and held up a restraining hand to Cullen, who had stepped forward to defend her.

"Don't touch me!" Ilya shouted. "You can't just tell me to sit down and shut up. Don't pretend to know what's going on in my head. None of those people will ever be able to get away. None of them will ever know anything different. You will never understand what that feels like! You'll never understand what it feels like to not have any control over your life. But you walk around here as if you know everything, like you can just wave your fucking hand and solve everyone's problems. How are you going to solve their problems, Charis? How are you going to make their lives better? It's your people who are hurting them!"

Kieran started trembling. The insults that Ilya was throwing would not be taken lightly. And the helots were the ones who would suffer for his irrational temper.

But Charis didn't look angry as she held his gaze. She stood still, listening to him, watching him as he continued to yell at her and insult her Spartan heritage.

When he paused for a breath, she fearlessly stepped close to him, taking his face in both her hands. "Do you need to be hurt?" she asked, her voice calm and steady.

The strange question seemed to break through the wall of anger. He hesitated, then lowered his eyes, shaking his head. "No," he said.

"Do you need to hurt?"

Taber stepped forward again, taking Ilya's hand in his. "Do you need to hurt me, Dominus?" the slave repeated, looking up at his owner with love in his eyes.

Ilya forced a smile and squeezed Taber's hand. "No," he said again. "I'm alright."

"Come here," Charis said, extending her arms. Ilya immediately retreated into her embrace, looking much smaller than his six feet, five inches as she held him. Taber righted Ilya's chair, and Rowyn stepped away, releasing Kieran from his place against the wall.

"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, turning to Kieran. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," Kieran managed to whisper, still shaken.

"Take a breath," Rowyn urged. "You're alright. No one's going to hurt you. Come on, sit. Domina knows how to calm him down."

He looked up to Charis just in time to see her pull away from Ilya and lead him back to his chair. He sat down and she kissed the top of his head gently before returning to her place at the head of the table.

Taber moved to kneel at Ilya's side, but Ilya stopped him with a hand around his waist, pulling him to sit in his lap, instead. The blond man's eyes flitted around the room and settled on Kieran, who was still pale and shaking as Rowyn helped him to his seat.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Kieran," Ilya said. "My temper got the best of me. Are you alright?"

"Yes, Dominus," Kieran answered, unsure of how to react to the fact that his owner had just apologized to him.

"Come here, love," Charis said, gesturing for him to sit on her lap.

Eagerly, Kieran obeyed, wanting the comfort of her closeness and the warmth of her body.

Once he was comfortable and had pulled his plate to him, Charis looked to Rowyn. "You're right. We can never be associated with that place. Even gutting it and banning every member wouldn't be enough to get the horror and evil out of the walls."

Rowyn nodded his agreement.

"Did anyone try anything with you?" Ilya asked him.

"No, they all knew who I am," Rowyn answered. "The symposiarch made a point of bragging about it every chance he got. He wanted them all to know that Domina had sent me to survey the place. That she was considering a professional association. They knew better than to try. I think they actually ramped up the usual cruelty of the place, thinking that it would impress me. I think they were trying to show off."

"They thought we'd be impressed by cruelty?" Charis asked.

Rowyn shrugged. "Rumors are everywhere, Domina," he pointed out. "Everyone speculates about what makes your symposium so much better. I think a lot of people think it's because you've been crueler than any other symposiarch."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," Charis said. "I don't want helots suffering needlessly because their symposiarch thinks they're being more like me."

Cullen scoffed. "Yeah, you should start a fanclub, Domina."

To Kieran's surprise, Charis laughed at the offhand remark, and even Ilya chuckled softly, the tension in the room lifting.

That seemed strange to him. The atmosphere had been so tense, Charis and Ilya were so intense, Ilya had just shouted at Charis, had just attempted to flip the very large, very heavy dining table. It had hardly seemed like the appropriate time to make a joke.

But Cullen had.

Not only had he made a joke, but it had been well received. Even by Ilya. Who had, moments ago, been shouting and cursing at Charis, who had been consumed by an irrational, explosive temper. Even he had actually smiled at the joke.

Taber smiled and leaned against Ilya, resting his head against the taller man's shoulder and kissing his neck.

Ilya sighed. "That's very distracting, you know."

"Yes, Dominus," Taber answered.

"You haven't finished your food. Aren't you hungry?"

Taber's smile widened. "No, Dominus."

"Well, I am, you insatiable slut. Let me eat."

Taber chuckled, reaching up to nip at Ilya's earlobe, and Ilya laughed, shuddering and trying to move away.

"Gods, you're impossible," Ilya groaned, laughing as he pushed the eager slave away. "I swear, you're not happy unless there's something in your mouth."

"Either hole," Taber corrected. "I'm not picky."

"I'm trying to eat."

"Are you?"

Ilya laughed again, then turned to Cullen. "Would you keep him occupied so I can finish my lunch?" he asked, exasperated.

Cullen grinned, meeting Taber's gaze. "I'd be happy to, Dominus," he answered, rising to his feet and grabbing a fistful of Taber's hair, firmly pulling him off Ilya's lap and onto his knees. Still holding him by the hair, Cullen pulled up his tunic, pushing his already-hard cock into the slave's wet, eager mouth.

"Insatiable," Ilya muttered, shaking his head as Cullen began thrusting smoothly into Taber's mouth. He grinned as he turned his attention back to his food.

Kieran toyed with his own food from his place on Charis' lap, watching the people around him. Cullen seemed to thoroughly enjoy using Taber's mouth, and didn't seem to mind being told to do so. But more than that, Taber didn't seem to mind it, either.

The younger slave knelt in front of Cullen, his hands on Cullen's thighs, seeming to be completely at ease with being told to suck Cullen's cock. And by the expression on Cullen's face, Taber was very eager and enthusiastic in his sucking.

Kieran watched them for a moment, then turned his attention to Rowyn as the older slave and Charis began talking cheerfully. He'd never really gotten a good look at his owner's primary.

Rowyn was exceptionally beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Even as old as he was, and he had to be at least 45, he was stunning to look at. Dark, sandy blond hair framed his face, though it had begun to go gray around his temples. A well-defined jaw and strong chin were only slightly marred by a thin scar running from the top of his right cheek to just under his chin. The scar was enough to detract from his monetary value, but not enough to take away from his beauty.

His most striking features were his eyes. Bright, blue, and piercing, and they always seemed to have a smile in them. The intelligence and spirit in his eyes were just incredible. Hypnotic, almost.

Kieran liked looking at him, and didn't even realize he'd been staring until Rowyn turned those piercing eyes on him, and smiled.

Blushing, Kieran lowered his gaze.

He sighed, setting his fork down and leaning back against Charis, savoring the feel of her fingers running up and down his back. Ilya was right. Being close to her was calming. He could let his mind wander, he could just let himself be with her. It was relaxing in a way he never thought he'd be able to relax with his owner.

He still was riddled with doubt, he still felt consumed by fear most of the time. But in these quiet moments, sitting in her lap or kneeling at her feet, he could almost forget how frightened of her he actually was.

"Are you all done fighting?" Abby asked suddenly, opening the door and walking in. "I don't want to interrupt any fighting."

Ilya laughed. "We're done fighting, Abby. The excitement is over."

"Oh, good heavens!" Abby exclaimed as she turned to see Cullen and Taber in the corner. "And they barely touched their food."

Cullen smiled at her, not stopping his rhythm. "I just thought I'd give him dessert first, Miss Abby."

"I did not work for two hours, making your lunch, for you to put other things in your mouth," she scolded. "Are you saying you don't like my cooking?"

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