Chapter 4: Service
I was ushered into the hallway, and Kiren led the guards into the bathing chambers. Toecra was in front of me, and the other guard, who's name was Raht, followed behind me.
We walked into the bathing chambers, and Kiren left us after lighting the torches. He looked at me a moment before leaving, and I wondered what that look was for.
Looking at the two guards, I swiftly undressed and stepped into the water. Dunking my head under water, I emerged, grabbbing a bathing cloth and lathering my body. The paint was not very washable, so I took great care in removing the stuff from my body. It took at least twenty minutes to be sure, normally.
Toecra coughed, and I looked up at him. "I'm sorry, but I have to remove the paint." I said, going back under the warm waters. Lathering my long silver hair, I dove back under the water, rinsing the stuff from my hair. Finally finished, I stood, wading over to the shallow end of the pool, stepping out.
I grabbed a towel from the ground, drying my hair and body. We were all men here, so I didn't feel much about being nude around them. I didn't turn my back on them, though.
Raht cleared his throat, and walked towards me. I looked up from drying my hair, staring at him. He held out his hand, offering an article of clothing I only saw guards wear: pants. I blinked, taking the dark clothing him, and first tying the loin cloth. I looked at the pants confusedly before placing each of my legs through the holes at the top. Pulling the pants up, I tied the string about my waist to hold them up, and turned back to the rest of the clothing.
There was another piece of clothing, that I saw on the guards. Raht instructed me on how to wear it, and I pulled the...shirt over my head. It was a dark stone grey and it hung loosely on my body. Raht stood behind me, tying a string attached to the shirt to pull it taut against my body.
I blushed in the dim torchlight as his fingers brushed against my sides for longer periods than neccesary. He backed away and I pulled down the bunched sleeves on the shirt. It was warm, and I reveled in the feeling. My hair was still wet, and I dried it more, before braiding it in a single braid.
"It's time to go." Toecra said. I nodded, and followed him out of the bathing chamber. We headed back to my former Master's study, and passed it. I began to become uncomfortable.
Where are we going? I wondered, as we headed through several more twists and turns before we came to a stop at another large double door.
Toecra opened the door and ushered me in. I blinked, looking around the lavish room. Finely woven carpets covered the floor, and the bed was a mountain of warm furs. The walls were covered in murals depicting things I had only heard about in tales. The ocean...large floating vessels that could hold a hundred men... large bustling cities like that of Symerna...the kings palace in Thieria. These things had always existed in some other realm, separate from the world of slaves and servants, and I suddenly had a urge to see these places. I wanted to see them not as a slave, but as a free man.
Scoffing, I turned away from the murals, laughing bitterly at my rediculous thought. This was Talbia. You are born a slave, you live as a slave, you die as a slave. There was no hope for salvation.
I wasn't exactly sure what to do with myself, but luckily I didn't have to wait long before my new Master entered the room.
Familiar with my old master's laws. I immediately sunk to my knees, head down.
"Arise, boy." he said, and turned towards his bed, removing his swords. He began to take off his heavy armor and I looked up at him in confusion. Normally, my master would make me service him.
When I didn't move, my Master looked at me sharply. "I will not repeat myself," he said, almost boredly.
I stood quickly, but didn't make any move forwards. I wasn't sure what he wanted from me. My Master sighed, turning away from his bed and walking towards me. He stared down into my eyes (for he was quite a bit taller than I), and he grabbed my braid. Frowning, he looked back into my eyes. "Untie this. You are not to bind your hair in my presence, understand?" he said, staring at me with those steel gray orbs.
I nodded, quickly unbraiding the long, still damp length of my hair. It would not bode well for me to upset this man. But still, I was wondering why he liked my hair so much. It fell in soft waves that curled upwards at the ends when I had finished unbraiding it.
Running his hands through my hair, he pulled the strands in front of his face. "Hair that's white as the moon...eyes that are blue as the sky. How odd..." He mussed. I stood silently as he appraised me. "Do you know where you came from?"
I shook my head. "No, Master. I do not."
"Odd...I will have to ask Ztener about that. I've never seen such a creature." he said, more to himself than to me. He turned his attention back to me, looking me up and down.
"Come." he said simply, before moving to the bed. His armor lay neatly on the floor along with his swords and I stepped around him to stand at the bedside. "Undress me." he said to me, and I lowered my eyes as he presented his back to me. There were three sets of strings that held his shirt tight against his body, and I worked to untie the knots. After a moment, the shirt fell loose, and I grabbed the bottom, lifting the clothing up slowly revealing taut muscles and dark tanned skin.
I pulled the shirt up over his arms and broad shoulders, marveling. He was quite huge, broad and built like a...what was the animal...a bear. I placed the shirt neatly on the floor and he turned towards me. His pants were of a different material than mine, but they were the same style. I pulled the knotted string loose, before kneeling and dragging the pants down over muscled hips and thighs. I tried not to stare at the loin cloth directly in front of my face as he stepped out of the pants.
I stood again, not sure if my job was done. He rose an eyebrow. "Undress me." he said plainly and I gulped, dropping back to my knees and un-tying the loin cloth.
I stared at the large piece of flesh before me as the loin cloth fell away. He was almost impossibly endowed. I was vaguely reminded of one of the stallions in the stables, who we called Wild Fire. I stared at it a moment more, before standing, looking to my master for my next orders.
"Undress." he said, and I began to fumble with the strings on my back. I managed to untie them somehow and I pulled the shirt up over my head, shaking my hair from my eyes. I untied the strings on the pants, letting them fall away from my hips. Stepping out of them, I loosened the ties on my own loin cloth, and pulled it from my body. When it was finished, I looked up at my new Master.
He was quite obviously aroused, as his large flesh had started to rise. He seemed to notice my line of sight and smirked, motioning me forwards.
"Service me." he said, a strange undertone to his deep voice. I knew the tone all too well-lust.
I fell to my knees again, settling myself between his legs. I grabbed his large penis, coaxing it to full attention with my hand. When it was hard under my fingers, I licked its length, placing the tip in my mouth and sucking slightly. A groan from above told me he approved. I took him in my mouth, covering the rest of him with my hands as I pumped my head over his length. I had hated doing this for my other master-and I still didn't enjoy the practice-but it wasn't as repulsive, seeing as this man had made no vicious moves towards me...yet.
My Master groaned low in his throat, before gripping the back of my head, pumping in and out of my mouth. I moved off of him, blowing just on his tip, and he groaned softly again, a clear, sticky liquid oozing from him. Taking him back into my mouth, I continued my menstrations until I felt the first wave of hot, salty come coat my tongue. It was thick, and tasted terrible, but it was either swallow it or have it coat my face. That final option was the least appealing, so I swallowed the stuff, choking slightly because of the large amount.
Finally, he pulled out of my mouth and I coughed slightly. There was a light knock at the door, and I stood to answer it. Another of the house slaves, a young girl named Isa, stood at the door with a tray I was quite familiar with. Pushing the tray into my hands, she blushed hotly and turned, scurrying down the hall. I carried the tray of oils back to the bed, placing them on a small table near the bed. A hand closed over my shoulder, and my Master pulled me onto the bed, laying me down. I blinked, confused. I had not yet prepared myself.
I gasped as I felt the cool oil slide down between my thighs. A large, calloused finger rubbed the oil all over my entrance, before slipping easily inside. I hissed, despite myself, as he brushed that spot within me. A smirk crossed his features again, before my master added another finger. I was used to the treatment by now, just never so slowly or gently. I was ablaze with sensation, as his fingers continued to stroke my insides. I looked down hazily, and noticed that I was erect. My Master grabbed my flesh and I gasped, my eyes flying open. No one had ever touched me there. Ever.
"Ohhh..."I moaned lowly as he brushed the spot repeatedly, stroking me in time. My Master looked surprised, before that smirk reappeared.
Drawing out his fingers, I gasped as the sensations left me. Soon I felt the press of his head against my entrance, and a blot of fear shot throught me. My breath was forced out of my lungs as his penis invaded my body. He was so big! I clentched my teeth as he slid into me. Gasping, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to adjust. I never wanted to experience pain as agonizing as that first year. I thought he might have beat me as well if I were to say anything about pain, so I kept quiet.
My Master was staring down into my face and I blinked as he stopped moving inside of me. I stared at him as my body adjusted, and suddenly he pushed deep inside of me and I groaned out loudly. He ducked his head down, placing his sweaty forehead on my shoulder as he pushed deep inside of me before pulling completely out. I screamed.
As he pushed back in, it was all I could do not to beg him to go faster. He tortured me slowly for what seemed like hours until finally I couldn't take it anymore. "Gods...please, Master...ohhh... faster." I pleaded as I lifted a leg to wrap about his waist. He breathed out a laugh against my neck, before running strong, calloused fingers down my sides. A rough thrust of his hips had me nearly screaming as suddenly he began to pound into me. My hair stuck to our bodies as we sweated, and he lifted me upwards on his lap so that we were chest to chest. I was moaning and panting against him, my head down on his broad shoulder as he fucked me.
In as many times that I'd had sex because of my position, I could never have imagined it to be like this. He was large and thick and everywhere, and I found myself repeating his name on every thrust. My Master pulled out of me completely, and I shuddered at the loss of contact. I gasped as I was quickly flipped over, onto my stomach. Knowing this place well, I propped myself up on my hands and knees and he filled me again.
"Ah!" I cried out loudly. No doubt my old master would be immeasurably angry if he could hear this. I had never made this much noise before during sex, even when I was in pain. I would know; I found myself in pain a lot back then.
My new Master continued to pound into me, and I groaned and moaned and lost myself to the pleasure of it all. Suddenly, a hand closed around my manhood again, and I nearly came as my Master began to stroke me in time with his thrusts. I couldn't though, pleasure slaves were there to give pleasure, and the Master must always come first. I gave as good as I got, clenching myself around him as tightly as I could and meeting him thrust for thrust.
My master groaned his approval, a hand sliding from my hip to cup my ass. Suddenly, I heard him hiss behind me, and pull himself from my body. Warm splatters coated my lower back and ass, and I gasped. He had come
on me. I have no clue why, but I was oddly touched. I hated when my old Master came inside me. It was uncomfortable and gross.
My Master turned me over and grabbed my penis again, pumping and teasing my entrance with his semi-hard cock. I moaned, and soon I felt a tightening in my stomach. It coiled and coiled, like a snake until finally fire exploded in my veins and I cried out in the loudest voice I could before my breath was stolen from my lungs. My eyes were closed and I found I couldn't open them against the cannon fire of pleasure wracking me. I felt a warmness on my stomach and when I was able to open my eyes, I saw that I had come. I looked up at my Master oddly, still sedated from pleasure. It seemed he was the first to make me come.
