Slave Boy

AN: Here's a little one-shot that I hope you'll enjoy. While writing this stroy, I fell in love with the main characters and decided to change the ending so I could write both a Prequel AND a Sequel. Enjoy! Leave a review if you do!





“I will not do it! I refuse to!” The youth stomped his foot angrily, his chest heaving in such a way that Lord Idris was almost alarmed.

Idris pinched his nose between two fingers and sighed in frustration, lids fluttering shut and hiding his purple eyes from view. “But you must. And you will stop this stubborn disobedience right this instance. I will not have an unruly servant on my hands. Lord Eliazan will be here shortly and you will act like the slave that you are supposed to be.”

“But he already knows! Why do we have to pretend anymore! Let him see the truth! At least someone will!”

“Raz!” Idris snapped, his eyes popping open to glare at his young slave. “If you do not cease this behavior this second, I will let him have another night in addition to the one he already has!”

At that, the dark-skinned boy shut up completely, his face going pale, and his eyes growing shiny with the fresh sheen of tears. He hung his head. In a submissive voice, he murmured, “I am sorry Master. I will stop this unruly behavior this second. Please forgive me.”

Now that wasn't what Idris wanted at all, and he gracefully stood from his claw-footed throne and approached the sniffling boy. He lifted Raz's chin with one slender elegant finger, making the boy look up at him, then pressed his mouth to Raz's own. The boy immediately relaxed, thin fingers clenching in Idris' jacket as he strove to cling closer, their mouths melding together perfectly.

Idris broke the kiss after a moment, stepping back and gazing down at his servant. “Now now, I do not want any tears from those lovely ruby eyes of yours. Understood?”

Raz nodded, reaching up to wipe under his dripping nose with one hand.

Idris sighed, then reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a satin handkerchief. Using it to wipe the boy's face, he smiled down at his servant. “Lord Eliazan does know about us. I do not know how, but he found out somehow-”

“I didn't tell him!” Raz interrupted. “I swear it wasn't me!”

“Shush.” Idris said, silencing the boy. “Of course, I know it was not you. I think we were just not careful enough and he sensed it between us.” He chuckled, running his gloved hands down the boy's bare arms. "The gods know I have a hard enough time keeping myself from you when we have guests here at the manor. Every time I see you, I wish to drag you off to our bedchambers and make mad love to you." Raz gulped at that, staring up at him and blushing lightly.

His tone turned serious. “But, I must restrain myself, for if anyone were to find out about us, they would take you away from me. Our relationship is illegal, you know that. Royalty are not allowed to partake of their servant's flesh, and even worse, you are the same sex as I am. They would take you away and either kill you or send you to a brothel, where you would be raped daily.” Idris didn't like being so blunt, but he had to get Raz to understand, or else he would lose him forever. “The only way to keep that from happening is to let Lord Eliazen...take you for one night.”

Raz sobbed, loud and harsh. “But...How you know he isnna gonna just tell a anybody anyways? Or jusa want me agin!”

“Use proper-speak Raz.” He chastised softly. “I have taught you better than that. Do not resort to the language of the slaves.”

“But I is a slave! I is a slave!” He said impudently, pouting like a child then falling silent as his face crumpled into tears completely.

He almost was a child, thought Idris as he held Raz close. Almost 17 years old and not quite an adult, Raz was still impetuous and passionate. Especially with Idris. For almost two years, they'd been lovers, keeping hidden from view and making sure none of the numerous friends and allies that constantly paraded through Idris' castle for parties and dinners ever found out.

Except for Lord Eliazen. He had found out. Somehow. And now...Now Idris had to do something deplorable.

He had to let him have Raz. For one whole night, to do as he pleased, excepting of course, anything that would hurt Raz.

Idris looked down at his little lover, brow drawing together. He'd tried a dozen different things, even going so far as to offer himself. But, to Idris' embarrassment and frustration, Eliazen had declined, stating that his only interest was in the copper-skinned slave.

He'd give his whole fortune away if it would keep Raz away from that corrupted lord's slimy hands.

“Master...” Whimpered Raz, stepping forward once again and asking for contact. “Master Oran...Please...” He burrowed into Idris' jacket, nuzzling against his chest.

This was heartbreaking. Every cell in Idris' body screamed at him to protect, keep, and touch. Yet, he was about to do the exact opposite in every way. He would be sleeping alone tonight while Raz would most likely not be sleeping at all.

Eliazen would be touching his caramel-colored skin, running those sleazy fingers through the short black hair on Raz's head, and looking into those heated crimson eyes in rapture.

No! Idris didn't want to think of it, not at all, and in a fit a possessive anger, he seized Raz, pulling his face back and attacking his mouth.

“Mmph!” Raz gasped, shaking slightly and urging deeper probing.

With his gloved hands wrapped around Raz's little waist, Idris pulled him close, even lifting his slippered feet off the ground to eat at his willing flesh. He tilted his head to the side and parted his lips, tongue snaking out to search the hot cavern of Raz's mouth for his own. Finding it lax in the back of his mouth, Idris twined around it, sucking lightly and drawing it out to play.

A breathy moan drifted out from Raz's throat, sweet and needy, and Idris probed deeper, licking at the roof of Raz's mouth. He felt a bulge swiftly growing in the front of Raz's short pants. One hand traveled down to press against that heated ridge and Raz moaned lowly, hips shifting to get closer.

Then, the bell attached to the front door rang loudly, making both of them jump apart. “That will be Lord Eliazen.” He rasped, his throat suddenly tight sick. After taking a moment to straighten his knee-length red velvet jacket, he took a deep breath and began walking to the front door, the clack of his boots on the stone floors sounding far too ominous.

One of his other slaves was opening the door, an older woman, mute and very kind. All his servants were suffered some deformity, a trait he was often ridiculed for by the other Lords of this land. His bleeding heart cried out for those poor slaves who would surely suffer at another less benevolent Lord's hand.

Raz had been his first servant acquired who had been in perfect health, though, Idris hadn't chosen the little handful because of his heart.

At the time, he'd been thinking with a distinctly different part of his anatomy. Though, not on purpose. He hadn't had any lewd thoughts at the time.

“Greetings, Lord Idris, I trust you've been expecting me?” Came the gravelly rough timbre of Lord Eliazen's dark voice, breaking Idris out of his memory.

With barely contained disgust, Idris bowed slightly, following decorum even though he was loathed to do so. “Welcome to my home, Lord Eliazen, thank you for coming.”

Eliazen smiled broadly, his white teeth glinting in the light as he stepped through the door and came up to stand in front of him. He looked behind Idris suddenly, his lips spreading wider.

Turning curiously, Idris saw Raz stepping into the hall as well, his cheeks still flushed and his lips still moist. Thankfully, he wasn't sporting an erection anymore.

Eliazen leaned close and whispered into his ear lewdly, “Been warming him up for me?”

Idris almost slapped the lord right then and there, but he managed to restrain himself and turned back to him, face neutral.

“So, shall we do our business right here?” Eliazen asked, seeming somewhat deflated by Idris' lack of response. “Or would you prefer more private quarters for our little...transaction?” He sneered, self-importance practically dripping from his expression.

“We shall discuss matters in my office. Come this way.” Without waiting, he turned on his heels and began walking to his office, on the other side of the castle and away from prying eyes and ears.

He reached it without glancing behind himself once, knowing Eliasen was following and examining his possessions with disdain. The massive wooden door slid open silently at his touch and he entered his office. The lush carpet silenced his boots, and he moved around to sit in his chair. Eliazen entered shortly after him, taking one of the chairs situated in front of his massive mahogany desk.

“So,” Asked Eliazen, still smiling like an ass. “I expect you've drawn up a contract and everything. All good and proper like.”

Reaching into his desk, Idris pulled a small sheath of papers from the top drawer and almost threw them in front of Eliazen. “Yes, I have.” He pushed a pen over. “Sign it.” He commanded, not hiding the hate in his voice.

“Now, you know I never sign anything without reading it, my dear Idris.”

“That's Lord Idris to you, thank you.”

Eliazen chuckled, looking down to skim over the contract on the desk. After a moment, his eyes widened and he looked up, alarmed. “Now hang on just a second! This cannot be what you want me to sign!”

Idris allowed himself a small smile. “And what is wrong with it?”

Eliazen seemed extremely bothered. “It says here that if I am to ever come onto your lands ever again, you will have the right to kill me?!”

“It is a simple restraining order, Lord Eliazen. I would expect you to be quite familiar with them.”

Fuming, Eliazen continued. “And it also states that I have agreed to take your slave purely for sexual intercourse. How can you expect me to write my name next to that?!”

“Well, that is what you are doing, is it not?”

“Well yes, but I was not expecting to have my name signed next to that! Signed next to such an admission...If this falls into the wrong hands, I could get arrested! How am I to agree to this?!”

“I shall sign next to you, stating that I have been abusing my slave sexually, and that we have been passing him back and forth for sexual purposes. I will have no desire to let anyone see that, believe me. You have my word I shall keep it locked away.”

Confused, Eliazen blinked at him. “Why would you go through all this trouble for a slave? You know we would get whipped and stripped of our titles if this were exposed. We'd lose everything.”

“I will gladly give away all my riches, if it will only keep you from harming Raz or returning to use him again under the same guise. Understood? If you do attempt to hurt him, or if you demand him again, I will turn this over to Constable Cricks.”

“Why go through all this for that brat?” Eliazen seemed utterly flabbergasted.

Idris answered simply. “Because I love him.”

Eliazen gave a loud sharp bark of laughter to that, leaning forward to snag a pen. “You liar!" He exclaimed while chuckling darkly. "Nobody loves a slave. I bet you're just trying to get me to back out. Good try, old comrade, but you cannot get rid of me so easily.” He signed his name with a flourish, using the sharp tip to prick his finger, then pressing that to the paper next to his signature to leave a bloody thumb print.

Idris did the same next, then took the contract, put it into a large leather case and locked it away into the wall vault behind his desk.

“Now, leave me alone with my servant, I wish to say a few things to him before he leaves.”

Eliazen looked around the room, raising a brow. “Do you need to summon him?”

“No, he's hiding behind that curtain over there.”

Raz squeaked from his hiding place, emerging with a blush and glaring at Eliazen before crossing over to kneel by Idris' chair.

“Sorry, Master.” He whispered, head drooping submissively.

Idris lifted one hand and curled it around the back of Raz's neck, caressing his sensitive scalp. “It is alright, Raz, you have every right to be here for this.” He looked up. “Leave us.”

Smirking, Eliazen left the room with a swagger.

As soon as the door shut, Raz was standing and climbing into Idris' lap, straddling his thighs and raining kisses onto his face. He whimpered faintly. “Please...” He said between kisses. “Please don't make me go. I do not want to go. I'll be good! I swear! Please!”

“Raz!” Idris said sternly, grabbing the boy and stilling his movements. “I do not want you to go either. But we have no choice. Do you want to be taken from me forever?”

“No!” Raz shrieked, almost crying again.

“Then we have no other options. One night of unwanted passion, of his hands on you, then we can be together with no more fear of him. You heard the contract, he can never come back after this.” Idris pulled Raz to his chest, stroking down the sniffling boy's back and nuzzling his neck. “Just think of his hands as mine, his lips as mine, his-”

“No!” Whispered Raz fiercely, shaking his head against Idris' chest. “I will not! I won't enjoy it! Only you can make me feel pleasure!” He sat back. “He won't make me pleasured! I'll stay clean! I won't be corrupted by his filth!”

Idris smiled, hoping it was true, then pulled the boy down for a gentle goodbye kiss. “Do not let him kiss you, and do not let him hurt you. Here.” He pulled a small folded knife from his desk and slid it down to slip inside Raz's shoe. “If he hurts you at all, use this and escape. Understand? Do not worry about the consequences. Just cut and run.”

“Yes, Master Oran. I love you.” He whispered, eyes shining sadly.

“Good. Now come, the faster you leave, the faster you can get back, right?”

They both stood, preparing to part, and Idris knew that he had to get Raz out of his sight of else he'd not be able to let him go.



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It had been a long and lonely night.

The first time Idris had slept alone in over 22 months, and it had been horrible. The sheets had been cold and empty, unwarmed by Raz's usual heat, and Idris' had also been so unsatisfied that he'd sought release with his own hand.

In all his 27 years, he'd never had such a weak orgasm. It had been pitiful.

And now, he was waiting for Raz's return, though him and Lord Eliazen were supposed to be back at dawn, it was now nearing mid-morning, way past breakfast time, and Idris fidgeted nervously in his throne chair. Every little sound in the massive main room echoed in his ears as he strained to hear any approaching horses.

What if Eliazen never came back? What if this had just been a plot to kidnap his lover?

Idris felt sick, on the verge of running to his weapons room and grabbing his rifle, but then there was the sharp clatter of horses' hooves galloping up the long cobblestone driveway.

He sprang up, his heart pounding fiercely all of a sudden, and all but ran to the door. He grabbed the massive metal handle and easily pulled it open, squinting at the brightness of the still rising sun.

A black ornate carriage was being pulled up the road, drawn by two purebred stallions who both had royal dressings on.

Idris almost rolled his eyes. Leave it to an arrogant ass like Eliazen to break out the fancy garb just to drop off a young slave.

Then finally, the carriage was slowing in front of him and the side door was thrown open, Eliazen stepping out with a entirely too smug expression on his face. “Good morning, Lord Idris. How are you this fine day?”

“Do not insult me with pleasantries, you idiotic fool! You're late. I should slice your neck right-” He stopped abruptly, as Raz slowly climbed down from the inner darkness of the large buggy, blankness in his eyes. “Raz? Raz, are you alright?” But the boy didn't answer.

He whirled to Eliazen, rage flashing across his face as he drew a small dagger from inside his cloak. It was pressed to the sleazy lord's throat in seconds. “What have you done to him?!” He roared, malice in his voice. “If you've hurt one goddamn hair on his head, I will drain your body of all it's blood and leave your rotted corpse on the side of the road, where it belongs!”

Eliazen held up his hands, a small flash of concern actually showing on his face. “Whoa there, Idris! He's fine! Raz was not harmed at all, I promise. In fact,” He paused, that smirk appearing. “I can assure you he was most comfortable. Now, release me, for I did not get much sleep last night, and I wish to retire to my castle and get some rest. Enjoy your tainted slave.”

Idris let him go, shaking with rage, and then he swooped in to grab Raz, crushing him to his chest. “Raz...My dear Raz, are you alright?”

With the smallest possible movement of his head, Raz nodded.

Idris was very alarmed. Raz was always moving, talking, or yelling. This silent blankness was scary, and he slowly backed away from Eliazen, who was climbing back into the carriage, and prepared to go back into his house.

“Goodbye, Idris. I suppose we will never see each other here again.” He said as a goodbye, shutting the buggy door and giving his driver the signal to go.

As the horses galloped away, Idris held Raz tight, murmuring nonsense words to him and stroking his back to reassure himself that Raz was once again in his arms.

When Eliazen's carriage was out of sight, he ushered his lover inside and up to their room, finally letting the boy go as they entered their safe haven. “Raz?”

The boy still would not answer. Nor make eye contact.

“Raz, please, you're scaring me. Can you at least say something? Did he...Did he hurt you?”

Raz shook his head again, barely.

“Did he...do anything inappropriate?”

Again, a small head shake.

“Then, please, tell me what's wrong. I'm beginning to feel like maybe you've fallen out of love with me and into love with Eliazen.” It was only a joke, a sick joke, but still a joke.

But Raz burst into tears, falling to his knees and flattening himself to the floor in the basic slave's position of submission. Raz hadn't used that pose for over two years. Idris felt his heart race in fear.

“I beg of you, forgive me! Forgive me!” Wailed Raz, his head and hands on the carpet by his knees and his back hunched like a truly humbled boy.

Stepping forward, Idris whimpered, “Then...It is true? What I said? Do you...love Eliazen?”

Raz shook. “No! No! I...I...Forgive me! Please! I have betrayed you!”

Kneeling in front of the boy, Idris pulled him upright, urgently searching his face. “How? What do you mean?”

His face breaking down from tears, Raz shook again. “I...Eliazen, he...He made me feel pleasure! I betrayed you!” Then he collapsed onto Idris, scrabbling at his shoulders desperately. “I am sorry! Forgive me!”

Idris blinked rapidly, at a loss for a moment, but then he laughed breathlessly. “Raz,” He hugged the boy. “Raz, my love, there is nothing to forgive. You have done nothing wrong. Nothing at all.”

Raz still shook, but he seemed to calm at Idris' words. “I have...done nothing wrong? But...Another man made me have release...Is that not a betrayal?”

With a deep breath of relief, Idris held his confused lover to his chest, enjoying the way they fit together. “Of course not. You are a young, healthy teenager, still very much controlled by your hormones, and at this age, your body cannot differentiate between love and lust. You love me, but you felt lust with Eliazen. I cannot fault you for an error that you could not control. As long as your heart is with me, I shall forgive your body it's weakness and love you even more for your regret.”

“Really?” Raz asked, tipping back to look up at him in wonder. “You are not mad?”

“No. I am just glad to have you back and know that we will never have to deal with this again.” He dipped down, licking at the outer pout of Raz's lips. “Now, let's love and forget that awful night.”

To his surprise, Raz shied away from him, squirming slightly.

“Raz? What is wrong now?”

In a quiet voice, Raz confessed. “I...feel dirty...from his touches...”

Idris smiled sadly. "You are not dirty, Raz. At all. Eliazen's touch could not taint someone as pure as you. Don't let his words affect you so."

"But..." Raz hung his head, swallowing heavily. "He forced me to...release...more than once."

"And I have already explained to you why that's not your fault." He hugged Raz back to his chest, inhaling the slightly musky scent of his lover. "Forget his touch and remember mine. Let me wash away his feel. Would you like me to bathe you?" Raz back was trembling beneath his fingers.

"I don't think a bath would help...I need something else."

"Anything love. All you need to do is ask."

He paused, contemplating. "Could you...Master Oren...Would you punish me?"

All at once, Idris' heart sped up. “What?”

“Tie me up and whip me?"

Idris felt his mouth go dry at what Raz had just requested. They hadn't had a real punishment since...

Raz plowed ahead. "Make me clean again, Master. Like when I was younger."

Fighting to clear his throat, Idris rasped, "But, Raz...I don't think I can..."

"Break me and rebuild me." Raz whimpered, his whole body trembling now.

Breath coming harshly, Idris had to force himself not to push Raz down and start humping him. “Raz...I...”

“Please! Reclaim me!”

How could Idris deny a voice so full of yearning and need? He couldn't. All he could do was give a slow reluctant nod, then Raz was up and running from the room, on his way to gather the appropriate supplies.

For a few moments, Idris had to sit, or else he wouldn't be able to go through with it.

Thinking back to the day his and Raz's relationship changed forever, the day he 'broke' the unruly slave and made him his own, he almost swooned.

Ever since then, they'd never gone as far, but there had been some light bondage intermingled in their lovemaking. Idris didn't know if he'd be able to last through an intense session of true punishment.

There was a clatter from down the hall, and Idris knew Raz would be waiting for him. He stood, approaching the large wall where he kept his second wall vault hidden behind a painting of himself as a child. He unlocked it and opened the small metal door, reaching it to grab two things; a long thin rope with a soft ball tied in the middle of it, and a sturdy black leather riding crop.

He hadn't used them since that day, and a shiver passed through him.

With those two items in hand, he took a deep breath and slowly made his way out into the large hall at the end of the hall. The room had been a library at one point, but now it was empty, and Idris had yet to make use of it for anything other than storage.

This was where he had tucked away the Stand.

The Stand was a high metal bar with a wide base to hold it upright and it tapered up into a hanging curved blunt hook. On that hook, hung two long chains with padded manacles on the ends.

Raz was already in the room, nude but for a worn cloth g-string loincloth. The article of clothing was from his youth before Idris bought him, and Raz hadn't worn it except for the one day.

Raz was tryingg to chain himself up. He had grown since the last time, all lanky arms and muscles full of teenage muscles, but he still couldn't quite reach on his own and lock them one-handed. Idris entered further the room, shutting the thick wooden door behind him to keep anyone from hearing Raz's cries, and he slide his arms around the boys waist from behind, holding up the ball gag.

Raz stilled, glancing down at the offered object and beginning to tremble again. Without a word, Idris handed him the riding crop and allowed him to hold it while he raised the ballgag and placed it against Raz's quivering lips. Raz opened his mouth, and Idris slid the ball in place, waiting til Raz bit down to tie it behind his head.

Next, he took one of Raz's hands and held it up, wrapping the cloth-lined metal manacle around the boy's wrist and clicking the lock shut. Then he took the crop away and had Raz raise his other arm, locking that above his head as well.

Idris stepped back and surveyed his lover, making sure Raz wasn't uncomfortable, but also that he was immobile. “Can you escape?” He asked, voice deep and in 'Master' mode.

Raz looked down, letting the wrist chains take his weight as he arched his backside into the air, thrusting his hips back and creating a fluid curve with his spine. Unable to speak because of the ball-gag, Raz just shook his head.

“Good.” Idris stepped back, tapping the crop against his thigh and preparing to do what he had to do. “Alright boy, you have been bad. You have disobeyed me, your Master, and shamed my reputation. I own you. I paid for you. You belong to me and no one else. Yet, you have felt the touch of another, and found pleasure in it. Is this true?”

Raz nodded, sweat beginning to form on his brow.

“Then, since you have wronged me, you must be punished for it. I will not go easy on you, since you have asked for this punishment. Is that understood?”

Again, Raz nodded, full-on shaking now and making the manacles clink merrily.

“I suggest you brace yourself then.” And Idris raised his hand, swinging the crop back, then brought it forward and struck the sensitive skin on Raz's back in one fluid move.

“Mmmuhm!” Raz screamed, hands grasping at the chains attached to the wrist cuffs to squeeze fiercely in distraction.

“Feel that?” Idris asked, his voice a little softer despite his threat to be merciless. He smoothed his free hand over the rapidly darkening red welt on Raz's back. “Are you punished enough?” He asked, giving his love one more chance to change his mind.

Gasping through the gag, Raz shook his head rapidly, thrusting back his hips even further and silently begging.

Idris closed his eyes, sighing in resignation. He opened those amethyst orbs again with new determination in them. “Fine.” Then he swung back again, the crop hissing as it sliced through the air towards Raz's back.

Ssst

“Mmah!” Raz screamed again, straightening momentarily as the leather connected with his skin, then slumping down again to hang forward from his wrists.

“Raz, you are mine. My slave, my possession, and my property. In touching another man-”

“Mmph! Mmph mmph!” Raz looked back to him shaking his head widely.

Idris paused. “What?”

“Mmph mmft mmhm!” Raz seemed to be trying to tell him something, then Idris realized.

“You did not touch him?”

Raz shook his head.

“He only touched you?”

A relieved nod at getting his point across.

Idris smiled, petting over the two red welts again and murmuring quietly. “Good boy...” Then he backed up and started again. “In allowing another man to touch you, you are receiving 10 strikes with my riding crop. So far, you've received two. Prepare for the remaining eight.” He raised the crop again, bringing it down once more on Raz's bared back.

Ssst

“Mmggh!”

Ssst

Idris didn't talk anymore, he only made leather meet flesh, with few seconds in between.

Ssst

Ssst

Idris changed his aim, lowering his stance and bringing the crop down to strike at Raz's exposed thighs.

Ssst

Raz made a strangled sound in his throat, and spread his legs even wider. He was breathing heavily through his nose.

Ssst

Raz was groaning, tears running down his cheeks as he struggled against the chains to lessen the pain.

Ssst

Ssst

Idris stopped, stepping back and placing the crop on the floor. Ten strikes on the back and thighs. Raz's creamy cocoa skin was littered with vivid red welts, almost as ruby-colored as his eyes. There was no blood, since the crop had been specially designed to mark, not cut. And the welts would fade in a few days, replaced by tender bruising that Idris would tend to in comfort. For now though, the punishment wasn't over.

He approached his gasping lover, running a hand gently over the raw skin on his back and lowering his other hand to caress the marks on Raz's thighs.

A new sound issued from Raz's throat at the touch and the boy pulled himself upright, straining towards Idris' hands.

“Do not be so hopeful, my prize. The punishment is not over yet.”

Raz whimpered, head drooping and back slumping again.

“Keep your hips up.” Idris commanded, slapping at Raz's side lightly. When the boy did as he asked, he lowered his hands and stroked over Raz's firm backside lovingly, just for a moment. Then he shoved down Raz's skimpy loincloth and swung back his hand again, without the crop, and slapped at Raz's ass.

Slap

Raz moaned this time, thrusting back again and seeming to ask for more of Idris' touch.

This is where it had gone out-of-control last time. Having Idris' hands on his backside while in this vulnerable position had seemed to inflame Raz, making him extremely excited.

Idris stepped close, pressing his hips into Raz's from behind and reached around to feel between the boy's legs.

Raz was hardening. Very quickly. Idris could feel his young lover pulsing and twitching in his grasp and he gave a quick squeeze to the boy's length before letting go and stepping back as he felt his own grow hot.

“Mmmmm!” Raz whined, desperately looking over his shoulder at Idris.

“No, Raz. You're still being punished. Bad slaves need to be punished.” He quickly swung again, slapping Raz's firm behind.

Slap

“Who do you belong to?”

Raz couldn't answer, of course, by he whimpered in his throat, offering his ass up in the air behind him. Idris knew the boy's arousal didn't stem from the pain of being punished, but it grew from the need to be dominated by Idris specifically. Raz always wanted to be his, and Idris always wanted Raz to keep that wish.

They both needed to be Master and Slave, though no such title dictated the way they loved each other. It was merely one of the things that made them closer.

On the other side of it, Idris didn't get aroused by hitting his lover, nor did he desire to cause him pain in any way. His side of attraction in situations like this were from seeing how aroused he made Raz. And if he was forced, he could admit that he sort of did like to dominate Raz.

Just a little.

Slap

Slap

Slap

Slap

The skin of Raz's ass was hot beneath Idris' hand, and the sounds the boy was making drove him on, slapping harder and faster.

Slap

Slap

Slap
Slap
Slap

“You are mine, Raz. Mine. You understand? Mine.” Idris whispered heatedly, his cock thick and rigid in his trousers from watching the boy squirm and try to relieve himself.

Slap

Raz bucked back against him, head thrown back and saliva spilling past the gag to drip down his chin. His crimson eyes were shut and his expression was almost pained. Idris took pity on him and stopped, reaching forward again as he pressed himself up against Raz's trembling body. He wrapped his fingers around Raz's erection, which was completely hard now, and he stroked him quickly a couple times.

Raz screamed again, this one deep and drawn-out as he came immediately, spurting and splashing across Idris' fingers and his own flat stomach.

With his fingers still encircling Raz's spastic length, Idris used his other hand to reach up and untie the gag.

“Gods!” Raz moaned, clenching his jaw to relax it.

Idris reached up next and undid the manacles, allowing Raz's arms to fall limply to his sides. He swiftly undid the buckle to his own pants and opened them, his erection springing free and bobbing in the air. “On your knees.” He growled, turning Raz and watching the boy kneel immediately.

Raz seemed dazed, but he took Idris' cock and guided it into his mouth, the collected saliva there from the gag aiding in its smooth insertion between those hot lips.

“Ahhh, Raz...” Idris groaned, laying his palms on the top of his lover's head and helping him to move.

Raz sucked on him for a minute, then started to use his hands too, running them up Idris' stomach and over his hips. He changed the pressure of his mouth, sliding off to lap at the head of Idris' length and kiss down the thick vein that ran along the side. He dipped down to suck one of Idris' testicles into his mouth, and softly bit down on it.

“Ugh! Raz...Gods, Raz...You're so good...” Idris ran his hands along Raz's short black hair, and he wished the boy could grow it out. Sadly, Slave laws forbid them from doing that, and Idris had to make do with Raz's fuzzy scalp.

The boy's mouth took him in again, sucking hard and slipping one hand inside Idris' open pants to palm his balls, kneading them up into his body. Strong fingers traced along the underside of his sac, massaging the sensitive path of skin there and making Idris buck forward into molten wetness.

“Raz! Ahh, I'm close...I'm close!” Idris seized Raz's head, pulling him close and pumping into his mouth then, making his own pace. Raz went slack, allowing him to do it his own speed and continuing to knead his testicles.

One last flick of Raz's tongue along the side of his cock, and Idris was coming, fingers digging into Raz's skull and pulling him all the way onto him, forcing his way down the boy's throat. “Ahhn! Raz, Uhhhnnngggg! Uh!” His thighs shook as he emptied into his lover's mouth, huffing loudly.

Idris pulled Raz's head back, hissing as the boy let him slip out of his mouth, and dropped to his knees to kiss him. He tasted himself on Raz's tongue, and he drank it in, loving the way their flavors mingled together so perfectly.

After a moment, he pulled back, opening his eyes to gaze into Raz's own slightly dazed ruby orbs. “I love you, Raz. And I promise you, we'll find someway to be together without fear of retribution.”

Raz murmured happily and leaned into Idris, nuzzling into his neck. Idris held him close, kissing the top of his head and vowing to find a way to make Raz his legal lover.


THE END


AN: If you like this story, please go to my author page and check out my other stuff. It's all boy/boy stuff. Some other Originals (which I HIGHLY recommend), and some fanfics. ALSO, some one-shots of my Originals which you may have missed on the updates! Check it out! Thanks!