The Debt

CHAPTER TWO


Michael’s eagerness to taste my pretty new pet amused me greatly. He was always such a slut for a hot young virile specimen. Stephen kept looking to me, clearly seeing the developing situation as an entrapment of some sorts. Michael went to him, taking his big hand and leading Stephen to the bed with that soft, almost female way of his. Murmuring and physically coaxing, he pushed down my slave, who continued to seem prepared for my wrath.

Walking to the large mirror mounted on the wall, I observed Michael ardently kissing Stephen’s wide muscular thighs and flat belly on the bed behind me. My pet gazed at me rather than the man who began licking his forming erection. I knew my own beauty. At thirty-five, I was the product of daily rides and sword sparring. My mother’s side of the family had given dark skin and black hair to me. I wore my straight hair long to my shoulders. Usually tied back like now. I knew the blackness of my eyes fascinated men and women alike.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, I asked, “Do you like that, pet?”

He nodded, then groaned as Michael greedily sucked his cock. I chuckled at the sounds my playmate made devoting himself to one of his very favorite tasks. Michael could work himself into such a state with a cock in his mouth he would climax. That never failed to titillate me.

My slave remained quite still, hands flattened upon the bed, staring at me. I turned to face them. “Michael, take off your clothes and let him fuck you.” That command brought a strangled sob from the man I addressed. Stephen’s expression displayed his unwilling desire.

I derived one of my greatest pleasures from this, from turning previously aggressive men who’d never even considered sex with another man, into willing sodomites. Before I finished with my latest convert, I would have him so corrupted by dark lust he would beg on his knees for the privilege of drinking my semen and having my cock rammed up his arse.

Michael moved off the bed to shed his garments. He possessed a beautiful body, long, lean and graceful. And, he knew what he enjoyed. An advantage for me. He knew where I kept my almond oil and hurried to fetch it. I walked over to the little unfolding scene of reluctant seduction. Stephen watched me with considerable wariness and barely leashed rebellion. I could almost taste his compulsion to flee, put this all behind him. I hoped he would try. What a delight it would prove forcefully subduing him and reminding him who was in charge. The only thing getting behind him would be me.

Michael drizzled the oil over Stephen penis until its length and crown gleamed. My playmate wasted no time straddling my slave’s narrow hips and slowly impaling himself. His cries echoed in the chamber as he began to make use of the large cock in him.

“You like him,” I observed, seeing Michaels’s chest darkly flushed and his own rod throbbing.

“Oh God, aye. Beau, make him fuck me hard.”

My attention went to Stephen. “You heard him. Hold his hips with your hands and thrust up as you pull him down.”

My pet complied and the sounds he wrung from the man he ruthlessly battered with his penis raised my estimation of him. Interesting. He had a bit of a brutal streak in him, as well. We’d explore that in due time.

I stretched out on the bed beside them, taking in the show and idly rubbing myself through my breeches. Stephen turned his head, keeping up his admirably ruthless plowing of Michael’s very willing arse, and met my gaze. Those green eyes lowered their focus. My cock bucked.

“You’re thinking of how my mouth would feel on yours.” I rolled onto my side, reaching over to stroke his loose light brown hair. Bringing my lips close to his, I hovered. “What does that say about you, Stephen? To want to taste the mouth of the man who currently owns you?” I smiled as he shut his eyes and groaned. Knowing my proximity and taunts aroused him more than the attention his erection received turned me into a ruthless beast. “You’d like to have my tongue in your mouth. You long to know how it feels to have me hold you while you’re fucking this man senseless.” I watched his face. “Answer me.”

“Aye.”

I smiled and rolled from the bed. “Too bad, slave. You can have that,” I waited for those green eyes to flash open, then indicated Michael who now shuddered and sobbed mindlessly. “Or me. No in between. No compromise. Choose.”

With a sound of helpless surrender, Stephen finished the man riding him, pushing Michael off him as the wailing man climaxed. Michael collapsed, panting for his wind, appearing boneless. Stephen turned over slowly and offered himself to me.

“Such a good little bitch boy.” I oiled myself liberally and climbed onto my bed to kneel between his spread legs. “You’re going to be sore and my cock will feel like it’s splitting you.” I leaned over him as I pushed the crown of my erection into him. “And, I will make you erupt with such pleasure you will want me to stay inside you for eternity.”

He shuddered as I buried myself to the hilt. I noticed how his shoulders flushed and his muscles flexed as he fought to accommodate my length and girth. I started a bit slow, changing angles until he half-shrieked. Chuckling, I said, “There’s something special for a man who takes it up his ass.”

Stephen became incoherent, dropping his head onto his arms as I had him. I began to peak quickly. Reaching under him, I gripped his straining rod, squeezing and pulling as I pounded myself to a powerful orgasm inside his hot sheath. Under me, he bucked like a horse, thrashing so that I had to clamp my arm around him to properly finish us both. I collapsed atop him, pressing him to the bed. Under me, his lungs worked like bellows. Our sweat mingled. For long moments I could do nothing more than drag breath into my own lungs.

Michael clapped quietly. “Brava.”

I had forgotten we had an audience. “On with you, Michael. I believe my pet has earned a quiet evening alone with his master.”