The mighty 4!
My honourable friends,
our fourth prompt post!
That's right, number FOUR.
Like the nucleobases, the fundamental forces of physics and the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Like the number of seasons, the number of letters in most swear words and the number of boxes each tetris shape is made of.
In this spirit, here are four things to keep in mind:
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our fourth prompt post!
That's right, number FOUR.
Like the nucleobases, the fundamental forces of physics and the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Like the number of seasons, the number of letters in most swear words and the number of boxes each tetris shape is made of.
In this spirit, here are four things to keep in mind:
1) The ( Read more... )
Glancing round, he saw that Dave, while following his every word with intent concentration, had that little furrow between his brows which signalled utter confusion. George sighed.
“Looks like you need a demonstration. Right... Nick, hold out your hand.”
Dropping his grip on Nick’s chin, George took the proffered hand, ignoring the slave’s pleading expression - then turned it so that the open palm was facing towards Nick’s master ten feet away.
Then he waited.
For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen. Then as Dave watched, he saw a flush creep across Nick’s features. Nick’s lips parted and his tongue crept out to moisten them; his chest started to rise and fall in longer, deeper breaths and - Dave’s mouth went dry - the light, silky material of his trousers, cut and fitted to leave nothing to the imagination, moved and tightened as Nick’s cock provided unmistakeable evidence of the slave’s aroused state.
“He’s only half-hard at the moment,” George continued clinically. “If he was an ordinary bed slave, I could bring him to the boil simply by rubbing my thumb over the palm of his hand, or the pulse points in his wrist.”
There was a sound suspiciously like a whimper from the man at his side. George ignored it.
“You see, bed slaves have been trained to such a pitch of sensitivity that they can be played like a - like a musical instrument. Best of all, you can keep them that way for hours, so they can service several clients without needing any recovery time. What’s more, they need that level of intensity. Bed slaves have to be used, the harder the better; they’re addicted to the endorphins that sex produces, and they get high on the chemicals the body produces at orgasm. If they’re not used regularly they go into withdrawal. It’s not fatal, but it can cause brain damage.
“But that’s your standard bed slave. Keyed slaves are different.”
Dropping Nick’s hand and patting him carelessly on the head with a murmur of, “Good lad. Stay,” George went to pour himself a drink, leaving Nick to fall forward on to his hands, breathing hard, head down. Patches of sweat were visible on the thin cotton of his shirt and Dave could see that the flush on Nick’s face had spread to his arms. Somehow he knew that if he could see Nick’s eyes, they too would be dark. Huge and blurred with passion, able to see only him -
Biting down hard on his lip and aware of the growing tightness of his own trousers, Dave made himself look at George, who was calmly sipping at a whisky and soda and studying the dazed figure in front of him.
“He really is very responsive in spite of his age. He’s old for a bed slave. That would have made him a bit cheaper, of course. Maybe that’s why they were willing to lose him to Keying. Does seem a bit of a waste, though. ”
“Er - lose him?”
Shaken out of his thoughts by Dave’s question, George glanced round, and hastily Dave brought his hands round to clasp them loosely together in front of his crotch with an embarrassed cough. Luckily Osborne was too engrossed in his explanation to notice.
“Oh, sorry, Dave. I was going to explain Keying, wasn’t I? It’s simple really,” he shrugged. “Keying is - well, it’s person-specific.
“Nick has been Keyed to you, and you alone. All those things I said about ‘playing’ him? You’re the only one who will get that response from him now. And if you don’t use him... Like I said earlier, eventually he’ll go catatonic, and then, sooner or later, he’ll just go -” he snapped his fingers, “- like that.”
He shook his head. “What a waste.”
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George smirked. “I did, didn’t I? Well, it’s true. He might be on the old side, but he’s very pretty.”
He cocked his head at his friend. “Maybe I could borrow him for a night now and then?” he suggested tentatively. “I’d be careful not to break him, I promise.”
Dave bit back his heated rejoinder, fighting to keep his deep, instinctive revulsion to himself. To lend a man out as if he was some kind of toy...!
“I thought you said that he was Keyed to me,” he said instead. “If that’s the case it wouldn’t be much good you borrowing him, would it?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised.”
The smirk broadening into a grin,George sat down, cradling his almost-empty glass between his hands while he continued to study Nick.
The slave seemed to have recovered his equilibrium and had returned to his head down, utterly still kneeling position. Dave was sure that Nick was listening, though, and wondered what it must be like, hearing yourself talked about as if you were nothing. A powerless sex toy, unable to resist or avoid anything that your owners might wish to do to you... he shivered.
No.
“All it needs is you to order him to my bed,” George was explaining. “And then the Keying extends itself to me, sort of by proxy. It’d be brilliant!”
He sighed dreamily, and Dave somehow kept hold of his temper. “Nick is not something you can borrow for the night, like - like your father’s car!”
George snorted. “Don’t be so bloody thick, Dave. Of course he is. He’s property isn’t he? Only he’d be a lot more fun than Dad’s Morgan! Look -” he shifted himself round on the sofa to look earnestly up at his friend,“The thing that’s so special about Keyed slaves is that they’re personalised.”
“I think I’d figured that bit out, thank you very much,” retorted Dave, and George shook his head impatiently.
“No you haven’t! Think about it. Your very own bed slave, trained to match you in every way. Every little fantasy, every kink, Nick will adopt as his own, because he’s Keyed to you. Your shadow. Got a thing about pain? Leather? Water sports? Anything - whatever it is, Nick will have it as well. And if you haven’t got any, if you’re as boringly vanilla as I’ve always guessed you to be...” George shrugged, “Then Nick will be the perfect vanilla partner. About the only thing he can’t do for you is change his sex, but then, if you batted for the home team the Guild would have selected a female to match you.”
“I had no idea the Slavers’ Gift was so carefully researched,” said Dave, hard-voiced. “Unless it’s just this time round. What do you think - a bribe, or an attempt to out-manoeuvre us before I’ve even started drawing up anti-slavery legislation?”
“The latter,” decided George, abruptly businesslike. “Finding a slave to match your character profile, and then training him up to Key standards... That would have taken some time. It’s not the sort of thing you can do in a week, even with the modern hallucinogenics and behaviour modification techniques. This boy -” he indicated Nick with a wave of his glass “- is the end product of a very long game. How much do you want to bet that tomorrow morning the papers will be full of articles about the generosity of the Slavers’ Guild to the new PM?”
“No bet,” responded Dave. “And no response either. We won’t confirm or deny the news that the PM’s got a Keyed bed slave. It’ll come out eventually, but the longer we can keep it quiet, the easier it’ll be to start on Nick’s de-conditioning.”
Out of the corner of his eye Dave saw a slight movement, and as George was spluttering into his drink Dave looked towards Nick. The slave had lifted his head and was staring with painful intensity at his master, his eyes full of questions - and a tentative, uncertain spark of hope.
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Hope the RL stuff sorts itself out - take your time but I hope you have a chance to produce more of this! I'm dying to know what happens next.
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I just want to thank-you for writeing this is's so full of detail I really wanted to know more about the keying so I'm glad you told us more in this chapter.
Looking forward to the rest whenever it pops up also looking forward to finding out more about the set up/gift and how the slave people pulled it off ,who's been telling tales?
Will we find anything out about Nick and were he comes from?
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Definitely - because Dave wants to know as well!
And the precise details of the Guild's plan will become clear (I hope) in the next couple of chapters, with a bit of luck.
Very glad you're enjoying it!
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Also, George is a twat. :-P
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Also, George is a twat.
Heh. Yes, he is, isn't he? *g* I needed a character with a completely pragmatic attitude to slavery to set against the Lib Dems and Cameron's attitude, which can't be widespread or slavery would have been abolished long ago. So George is sort of representative of the more usual feeling about slavery. And of course he had to be posh!
I did enjoy writing him, too - there's going to be a bit more of him as well, as he is essential to the plot (yes, I have one - sort of. Maybe.)
And - collecting my (fixed - I hope) laptop tomorrow, which means that I can get back to writing this at work, so with a bit of luck there will be a bit more to post before too long.
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