Torin & Samayel

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Chapter 6:
Disregard for the Rules of the Inn

Not three hours after his departure, the comm. buzzes in Samayel’s quarters. Wrapped only in a sheet Samayel yawns, stretches, and staggers across the room to answer it.

“Yes? What is it?” ~Samayel was still more than a little groggy.

The responding voice is Lynkz’s working voice: monotone and no nonsense.

“Make yourself presentable, you have been requested for ½ an hour from now.”

Samayel, confused and now completely awake stutters.

“Th…that’s not possible… Master Torin has purchased me. No one else can request me.”
Lynkz’s reply sounds bitter and clipped.

“Apparently the rules have been changed to accommodate the demands of an insistent customer. You have ½ an hour to ready yourself, is assistance required?”

“Um…I don’t see how…”
“Very well, your assistance is on the way.”

The comm. switches off before Samayel can reply.

*This can’t be…I thought I was free from this…surely Torin wouldn’t allow me to be requested by another. There must be some mistake…*

The sound of his door unlocking and opening interrupts Samayel’s thoughts. Anri saunters in carrying a small blue duffle bag. Samayel sighs in relief, finally someone who could explain what the hell was happening.

“Anri what’s going on? Lynkz just paged and said that someone requested me? That’s not possible is it? I mean, that can’t happen anymore right?”

Anri was about 12 years Samayel’s senior, putting him around years old. Anri had been both Samayel companion and teacher since he was 6. The emerald green smock he wore over his uniform set off the gold highlights in his brown hair beautifully. Not to mention his eyes matched the color of the smock.

“Don’t panic Samayel. We’re having an issue with one of our influential customers and he seems to think that he can do whatever he pleases, including requesting all of our people who are ‘off the market”. Apparently he’s looking for someone to be his “son’s” first experience, and is under the impression that he can try them out beforehand. Lynkz is trying to get a hold of his superiors to handle the situation. It shouldn’t take too long, but just in case he wants all of you to be prepared for the best and the worst.”

“But I can’t… Torin will be so pissed…”
“Not at you, and his family if one of the one’s Lynkz is trying to get in touch with. Come on, lets get you cleaned up okay?”

He sized Samayel up with a smile and gestured to the bathroom. Samayel, still very confused, trudged past him. Anri walked in behind Samayel, closed the bathroom door, and gestured for Samayel to remove the sheet he had wrapped around his waist. Samayel did so gingerly, revealing a fresh expanse of bruises and marks graciously given by Torin. Anri made a noise of sympathy.

“Ooh nice. I’ll take care of those too, okay? No reason you should be in any pain beforehand right? Not that you didn’t completely enjoy getting them.”

Anri smiled at him and set the duffle on the bathroom sink. He unzipped the bag and laid out an expanse of brushes, salves, and other cleansing supplies. Samayel let out a sigh of relief, noticing that a certain device had been left out: the dube. The dube was a device used for internal cleansing; it was degrading and very very uncomfortable.

*Thank the Gods that dreadful thing has been left out this time. I’m perfectly capable of shitting by my self, thank you very much.*

Anri looked down at Samayel and smiled again, the tips of his fangs showing.
He gestured to the shower, Samayel stepped in and switched the water on. Torrents of hot water sluiced over his body from above, easing his tense muscles. Samayel sighed, the water felt so good on his skin. He snickered softly as memories from a few hours before intruded on his mind.

Once again, Samayel’s thoughts were interrupted when Anri stepped in behind and began washing his back and shoulders.

“Move your hair and tilt your head down. Good, good.”

He lathered his hands some more and massaged his fingers into Samayel’s neck, almost roughly going over his spots. Samayel gasped and tried to move his hands away from his neck but was stopped immediately by a hard smack on his thigh.

“You know better than that Samayel; place your hands on the wall above your head and keep them there.”

Samayel clenched his teeth and did what he was asked. He knew what “cleansing” was next to come, and he tried to brace himself. Satisfied, Anri went back to massaging his neck with one hand and traced the other over Samayel’s side. Unable to help himself, Samayel whimpered softly in protest.

“Spread your legs wider, that it…good boy.”

Samayel growled. “Good boy? Why are you treating me like I’ve never done this before? Is there something going on I don’t know about?”

Anri laughed. “No, not really. You’re just acting like you did when I first started training you, all nervous and tense. Relax Samayel, I’ve never hurt you during one of the cleansings have I? No. Now, you know how this is done, so just go with it okay?”

Samayel sighed and nods, trying to relax his muscles. Anri went back to his neck and shoulders, massaging them deeply with his thumbs. Samayel moaned softly and leaned into Anri. After a couple of moments, he felt the pressure leave his neck and move to his sides. Samayel tensed uncontrollably as he felt the familiar jolts of pain/pleasure course through his body, more sharply than with Torin because the Nocturna was only using it as foreplay not as a means of release.

“Ahh!!! Gods I hate this, it hurts…If lightning was meant to go through my bloodstream it would! Damn it Anri!!!”

Feeling Samayel’s tension, Anri began to work his sides in earnest, quickly ripping loud moans of pleasure from Samayel’s lips as tears of pain coursed down the Wolfen's face.

“I can’t believe you haven’t had Torin help you with this, you know physical release is not enough for Wolfen and Feral. I’m sorry it hurts so badly, but you’re still holding back from me, you remember how to do this Samayel, it’s only been 6 months. Breathe Samayel, you’re almost at your peak.”


Samayel growled in response and thrust his hips back against him. Anri laughed softly and held him against the wall of the shower. He carefully turned Samayel so that his back was to the wall, and he his hands were on Anri’s shoulders. Almost immediately he felt Samayel’s hands clutch his arms and claws sink into his flesh. Once Samayel was grounded, Anri simultaneously pulled on the point on his neck and side. The jolts of sensation became unbearable as Samayel reached his peak then shattered it. Screams were ripped from his throat and his body writhed against Anri. After a couple of moments, Samayel buried his head into Anri’s hair and began to whimper pitifully. Anri sighed and wrapped his arms around Samayel, petting his hair gently as he cried.

“Nicely done Samayel. Now please, for me, never go that long in between cleansing again okay? I hate ripping that sort of thing out of you like that. Shh…it’s alright now…calm down…that’s it…”

After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, Samayel calmed down and got his breathing under control. Even knowing what was next, Samayel yelped as something solid and metallic slid into his entrance, struck a very sensitive nerve, and moved rapidly back and forth over it. Samayel cried out as flashes of white clouded his vision. The object struck the nerve again, and Samayel jerked his hips to meet the movements. It rocked further into Samayel, pressing the nerve mercilessly. Samayel cried out once more and came with a groan, his seed spraying the shower wall in front of him. Knees weak and panting, he nearly falls down, but is held up by arms around his waist.

“Good huh? Stay in that position but slide down the wall a bit and bend your legs.”

Knowing very well what the last step of cleansing was, Samayel’s body still tensed as he was eased into a squatting position. The object that was still so far inside him suddenly began filling his insides with warm water. He sobbed in embarrassment and tried to move away from the assault however, a firm hand held him in place and turned up the jet a notch. Samayel felt full and uncomfortable. When it was obvious that Samayel could take no more, the object was removed cleansing him completely. The orderly lathered his hands once more and washed Samayel’s backside and genitalia.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now turn around so I can get your front.”

Not really having much choice, Samayel growled deeply and turned around. He felt violated and degraded.
“Now now, don’t be mad…you don’t think anyone would want traces of another on you, do you?”

Anri finished cleaning and rinsed him off. He helped Samayel out of the shower, mindful of his shaky legs. He then dried himself off and wrapped Samayel in a soft grey towel. He brushed Samayel’s hair, trimmed his nails, and spritzed him with a light fragrance resulting in Samayel sneezing violently. Anri laughed warmly.

“Bless you. Okay, now let’s fix those bruises and you’ll be all set.

Samayel grumbled a response in Wolfen, being careful not to be understood as what he said involved some acts that broke the laws of physics. Anri placed Samayel on a stool and coated each of his bruises and cuts with a numbing salve and rubbed it in. Samayel tried not to swoon at his ministrations. A slight moan did escape his lips though when Anri reached the bruises on his lower stomach. He placed his hands on his teacher’s shoulders to brace himself and closed his eyes. Anri chuckled to himself at Samayel’s change of mood.

“ I’m almost done, do you want me to leave the love bite on your neck?”

Samayel looked up at him, pleading with his eyes. Anri smiled and nodded.

“I have a cover up salve that will make it untraceable but you will still be able to feel it okay?”

Samayel graced him with a wan smile, still feeling a little weak from the cleansing and fixing procedure.

“You can heal it if you want, I’ll have another when he comes back.”
“You’re really enjoying being Master Torin’s pet aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm…very much so… He actually told me he loved me before he left, and I believe him.”

“Be careful with that Samayel, you know the rules. Even if he does love you, Master Torin is just a client. If the Inn sees that he is becoming more, they’ll take you from him. You have to remain a slave to him, your ‘purchased’ status is only superficial.”

Samayel sighed mournfully. “I know. He said he would be back in a few days, I plan to talk to him about it then. I tried a few nights ago and he wouldn’t listen to me. I don’t know, maybe he can work something out with the Council and get me out of this fucking place. I’ve more than served my term here and it should be time for me to move on or at least change my status. Maybe I’ll become a teacher like you.”

“Ah no, I could not work with you Samayel, we’re too close for that.”

*sigh* “Anyways, I wonder what’s going on tonight? It’s odd that the entire Inn would change to suit one customer isn’t it?”

“Hmm, I know we’re dead tonight, that could be it… They’ve also placed a ban on feeding tonight and the ‘newbies’ are being trained. Maybe you’re part of a demonstration and not for this customer after all.”

“Maybe, I wish I could just sleep tonight. I’m a little worn out from the last couple of days.”

“Heh, I can imagine. Don’t worry, this is your third night in a row, after tonight you get three days off to rest. Maybe by then Master Torin will be back to see you.”

“I hope so. Do you by any chance know who requested me?”

“I don’t, but I can check for you.”

The orderly pressed the comm. unit on the wall of the bathroom. Once again it was Lynkz who answered.

“Yes #211, is there a problem?”

“No sir, Samayel is prepared and would like to know whom has requested his presence for the evening.”

“He is to spend 5 hours with Master Ranadu this evening, with regards to a demonstration for his companion.”

“Yes sir, is he to meet Master Ranadu or is he to stay in his own quarters and wait?”

“He is to meet him and his companion in the lounge.”

“In uniform?”

“Not his tunic, Master Ranadu believes Wolfen look more natural bare.”

“Yes sir, he will be down momentarily. Do you have any further instructions for me?”

“No #211, escort him down to the lounge, then take your break.”

“Yes sir.”

Anri turns back to Samayel, who had collapsed on the floor of the bathroom. Ranadu Nar`chempis Soliea, Master Ranadu, was known to be one of the most forceful and rough of the Masters that frequented the Inn, and on more than one occasion a servant was paid for and rushed to the hospital for broken bones, internal bleeding, and other problems associated with a rough night. Samayel was not looking forward to 5 hours with him. Anri kneels in front of Samayel and pulls him into a hug.

“Are you alright Samayel?”

“I think I’m going to pass out or be sick…”

Samayel closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands. Anri strokes his hair and helps him stand.

“No…you’ll be fine Samayel, just get dressed, walk down the stairs and get it over with.”

“Heh…easy for you to say…”
Something suddenly dawns on him and he looks up at his surrogate.

“Why did Lynkz call you #211? I’ve never heard them call you that before.”

The orderly laughed and sat on the bed next to Samayel.

“ Didn’t I ever tell you? Within the Inn, orderlies are always given a number until they are promoted to an actual rank.”

Samayel blushed at his own ignorance.

“Oh. Wait that’s not right, you have a rank, you’re my surrogate and have been for years.”

“I wasn’t born here at the Inn, so I’m basically on loan from my Master. I messed up at the Master’s home some time ago, and was sent here on punishment. I was supposed to only be here for a year or two, but then they had a massive demand for pleasure slaves. However, there were too many younglings and not enough surrogate teachers. So my master was contacted and fifty of his servants, including myself were hired for the job.”

“Does that mean you are going to be leaving me?”

“Unfortunately yes that does mean leaving you, but you don’t really need me anymore. Your training has been complete for months now and my services are no longer needed. Besides, you have Torin to take care of you now.”

“When will you be leaving? Do you have anyone waiting for you? Children or anyone?”

“If nothing else changes I can go back home in about eight weeks. And sadly, I have no one at home waiting for me. Except perhaps my master, and he‘s never been anything other than fond of me.”

“I’m sorry Anri, that’s terrible. I wish you could stay with me, then we’d really drive Torin crazy!!!”

“We’ll see Samayel. Now, let me finish getting you ready so that you can get your time with Master Ranadu over with and return to your regular schedule.”

Samayel grumbled, mumbling something about stupid half-breeds and thinking they can change the rules. The orderly laughed and helped Samayel get dressed and spritzed him once more with the fragrance. Samayel sneezed again.

“Stop that, I don’t smell that bad. What is that stuff anyway?”

Anri shows him the bottle. It read: Chir`en Reon (meaning Rain Essence). Samayel just looked at him like he was stupid. Anri paused, realizing that Samayel could not read the fancy writing. (Nocturna writing is rarely taught to Wolfen or Feral who were not within Nocturna society, especially not to pleasure slaves).

“Am I supposed to know what that says?”

“Sorry, you’ve never acted like most pleasure slaves, and I forget sometimes that you can only speak Nocturna, not read it . It roughly means rain essence. It‘s a favored fragrance among Feral and Wolfen outside of the Inn. ”

Samayel glared at him for using the term “pleasure slave” then sighed, that’s what he was. Long times with Torin made him forget.

“Hmm…wet dog doesn’t ring sexy to me, and besides it’s too strong .”

“Nonsense, you’re just not used to it. And it makes you smell good, not like a wet dog.”

Samayel blushed, not used to receiving many complements from anyone who wasn’t Torin or a paying customer. The comm. buzzed again, startling them both.

“#211, is he on his way? Master Ranadu is becoming bored.”

“Yes sir he will be there shortly, he had a momentary bout of nerves.”

Some of the bite came out of Lynkz’s voice. He knew how frightening time with Master Ranadu could be.

“Is he alright?”

“Yes sir, if he could have a couple more minutes to compose himself he will be right down.”

“Granted.”

The comm. clicked off.


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Samayel: Gods Asyen, can you try and make the cleaning procedure a little more um...gross? The details of the dube process were so not necessary!!!*shudders*
Torin: I do not know Samayel, I always love learning new ways to make you come. Points huh, I only knew the basics but thanks to Asyen and Anri, I know yet another technique. *grins wickedly, grabs Samayel around the waist and attacks his points.
Asyen: Averting my eyes...Jeez guys, get a room or at least let me get my webcam!!!