Welcome to Tenarus: Part 4
Story: Welcome to Tenarus
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/F, F/f/m, M/m/m, m/m, and M/f
Warning: Beware, het sex ahead, with female parts and everything, as well as some very creative interpreation of Slave Breakers slave customs, no rotten veggies please!
Word Count: Approx 2,845
Summary: Set in the Slave Breaker’s Universe by the quite revered
maculategiraffe . A neighboring country's monarchy is overthrown and a family is sent into to exile. How will they adjust to living in Tenarus?
Note: This fanfic was authorized by
maculategiraffe , the Slave Breakers Index page can be found here. All mistakes are sadly mine.
Feedback: Oh please, please be gentle, I'm scared enough as it is.
Previous parts: Tagged at my journal here.
A/N: This was originally shelved, but due to enormous amounts of poking, tickling, and the encouragement of
me_ya_ri , I decided to go ahead and post it. The updates will be slow going because I'm juggling a lot of ideas, so please be patient. I hope you enjoy *nervous* MC
The Calm Before
Jamie stood at his master's shoulder, nervous. He felt as though they had entered the proverbial lion's den or at worst a hostile battlefield. He was so nervous that he hoped his cramping stomach would not embarrass him. He reached out and grabbed Sebastian's hand. He really had a bad feeling about this.
His master had been understanding and comforting, kissing and petting him all the while assuring him that everything would be okay but in the end totally unhelpful. The mistress had laid down the law. "We are foreigners; of course we will be different." End of story. His only consolation was that his master had given him a pointedly lustful look before groping and kissing him breathless.
If it had been a party at home, he would not have been worried. He was used to owners being flamboyant with their pets during parties. It could border on the absurd. But his master walked a fine balance, being both possessive and wanting to show of his slave's attributes at the same time. He wore soft leather pants, even softer boots. His chest was bare except for his harness. The buttery leather wound over his shoulders to the ring between his nipples. His collar glittered brightly at his throat. His collar and harness was connected to the chain wrapped loosely around his master's fist. His long red hair hung loose around his shoulders with tiny braids intermingled. The braids held rhinestones that would glitter amongst his thick locks.
Sebastian would probably fit in more. Instead of pants and boots, he wore a tightly wrapped sarong about his narrow hips and bejeweled sandals. His harness and collar was very similar to that Jamie wore. The dark hair was mussed and whatever the mistress had ordered, the boy's mouth looked wet. Okay, he thought trying to settle his butterflies, he wouldn't fit in either.
At least they wore their cloaks during their short ride, he thought with a blush. As they had made their way to the large entryway, he could hear the whispers. He kept his eyes downcast as per custom, but he didn't know how his master and mistress could hold their heads high. These people, in his very limited experience, could be very cruel. Once inside and their cloaks carried away, he felt very uncomfortable. His master stood out in his elegant suit amongst the tunics and boots. His mistress' stylish ball gown was in complete contrast to the refined dresses and blouses and skirts of this local nobility.
He shivered at the snide comment of 'How vulgar,' knowing it was directed at both he and Seb. He wondered if his master noticed because the length in his lead got shorter, pulling him closer to his master.
"Ah, your Majesty," Jamie chanced a look through his lashes and dropped Seb's hand hastily, at the distinguished gray haired gentleman who took his Mistress' hands in his own. "Welcome to our home." Jamie edged even closer to his master, only to stop because he was almost plastered to his master's back, and the man clapped his hands loudly. The stringed music that had been playing quietly in the background went silent as did the hushed whispers.
"Honored guests, it is with proud privilege to introduce royal nobility that have relocated here in our midst, her Majesty, Lady Rosalia Peccati, Princess of Avonella and her husband, Lord Rinaldo Peccati, Duke of Stratston. We have all read of the unrest within Avonella borders. We welcome our brother and sister into the hearts and comfort within our arms."
The nobility clapped daintily and the strings began to strum once again. Jamie was almost certain he had heard a quiet snort of "old wind bag," but he could not be sure. An elegant red haired woman took his Mistress by the elbow and led her deeper into the recesses of the spacious home.
"Lord Argounov," Jamie diverted his attention back to his master. "Thank you for your most gracious invitation."
"Please call me Nikol," Lord Argounov replied, "This must be your slave?" His voice sounded hesitant as he looked Jamie over. Jamie bit his lip and prayed that his cheeks did not flare.
"Yes, my Jamie." His master replied his tone dark with possession and Jamie felt his cock twitch in response, "He had a most alarming time at the market place. He has told me that our customs are quite different."
Argounov rubbed his chin with long thin fingers. Just the sight of them made Jamie's skin crawl. "I can see where he would. Please," he gestured forward. "It would honor me greatly if you join me at the table."
The sudden jerk to his shortened lead caused Jamie to stumble. He got his feet under him and prayed the evening would pass quickly. He was glad that he got to stand at the wall like the other slaves during the meal. His place was near a window. Under the weight of the frank stares he was getting from the gather nobility, he wished he could hide himself in the draperies. The quiet whimper from Sebastian had him grasping the boy's hand once again to soothe him. His eyes were drawn to familiar green cloth. There were the two slaves he had met before. But then he squinted. It was the same older blonde, but not the older dark haired slave with threads of gray. It was a younger boy, close to his own age. Tall and fair haired and breathtakingly beautiful as he turned his head and smiled at whatever the older slave whispered to him.
He tracked the table to see if could discern who they belonged to. It had to be that one, he thought trying to fight off the need to yawn. The dark haired one with distinguished slashes of gray, it reminded him of his own master. He reeled back and thumped his head on the plaster when the dark eyes pinned him. He quickly looked down and could feel the hated flush on his face. This party was boring, he groused. Parties at home would have allowed him to sit in his master's lap and be fed from his hand while his master joked and laughed with other nobles.
When the meal was over, he wanted to stamp his foot like a two year old. He was hungry, damn it. Not only him but Seb as well, there had been way too much going on in preparation for this farce to be allowed to eat. He was on shaky ground with Ms. Finch as it were and didn't want to push it. He watched his mistress lead Seb away and gave the boy a helpless shrug. His own lead was tugged and his master hugged him close.
"Everything okay, beautiful?" His master's breath on his ear made his shiver.
"Hungry, master." He hated the whine in his voice, so he bit his lip. His master's eyes darkened as he cupped his chin.
A soft kiss was placed against his trembling lips, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, we have to play along. I'll drag Finch's ass out of bed for a hot late snack when we get home."
His master scanned the room and watched as a group of solid colored dressed slaves disappeared through a doorway. The dark haired man that captured Jamie's eye walked past them.
"Your boy can eat his meal through there," He said helpfully with a delicate blonde on his arm.
"Thank you," His master paused helplessly, wanting to address his by name when Lord Argounov interrupted them.
"Lord Peccati, this way."
"Just a moment," His master held up his hand, "Jamie, go eat and then come find me." When his master turned back to Lord Argounov, Jamie noticed that the dark haired man was gone. "My property will be safe?"
Jamie's skin crawled as the man looked him over from head to toe. "Quite safe, just ask for directions to my study, boy."
Jamie nodded, whispering "Yes, sir," and felt his master release his lead. The familiar hands cupped his face once again as his master kissed him. "Go on now and behave. I shall see you soon."
*~*
"Come now," Lord Argounov said with a smile, "No harm will come to him, I give you my oath of honor."
He sighed, "I'm just being foolish. He means everything to me." He followed the gray haired man into a well appointed study. He declined the offered cigar but accepted the whiskey gladly. His wife would be in her element, holding an avid court amongst these new nobles. He would have to wait for her before they could take their leave. Just seeing their barely clad boys dressed amongst the slaves of Tenarus made him uncomfortable. He wanted Jamie at home and under him, knowing that he was protected and loved.
Lord Argounov was a bit on the boring side for his tastes. They talked of hobbies before moving onto business. At that he perked up, expressing interest in some investment opportunities. Both he and his wife had their birthright holdings that he had invested well. The exile should be fairly comfortable but he missed the thrill of the puzzle that came with business dealings and acquisitions.
"Now for some entertainment," He shook his head and focused on what the old wind bag was rattling on about. He sucked in a breath. The man had two young slaves kneeling at his feet.
They were in a word, exotic. They seemed to be a matched pair, white slave tunics not withstanding. The male's skin was glossy, the color of milk chocolate, even his close cropped head shone. She was a mirror copy down to the elegant curve of her skull.
"Dante and Yvette," Lord Argounov said smugly. "Which would you prefer?"
"Prefer?" He parroted.
"The boy or the girl, I can vouch for their skills." Argounov gave a lazy smile. "Yvette, show our guest pleasure. You have a beautiful boy but variety is the spice of life."
He wanted to grumble that he had quiet enough spice in his life, thank you very much, but was distracted when the girl, Yvette slipped her tunic over her head. He sucked in a breath. Her breasts were small and high with large, peaked nipples the color of dark chocolate. Her body was thin but curved. His cock surged. She was hairless between her thighs and the slit of her sex glistened wetly.
The sound of flesh striking flesh startled him. The boy knelt between Argounov's thighs and the noble's hand was in the air as if to strike him again. "You know better," the man gritted out. "Return to the slave quarters, I will deal with you later."
He wanted to ask as his own straining flesh was released. The tight wet heat surrounding his flesh scattered his thoughts like dust in the wind. Her mouth was wonderful even if the contrast of her dark skin to his lighter shade was distracting. He placed a trembling hand on her warm skull and began thrusting gently. She moaned, the resulting vibrations vaulting him precariously close to the edge.
"You can fuck her if you wish," Argounov's breath against his ear surprised him. He gently pulled out of her mouth and stood her before him. She spread her legs and he zeroed in on the wet slit once again. When he stood and gave a questioning look to Argounov, the noble grinned. "I'm sure I can find you a bed, but if you don't want to wait, mount her here."
In a lust clouded daze, he lifted the girl and placed her on the gleaming surface of the large desk. She lay back and opened her legs. His mouth watered and wanted to bury his face into her dripping cunt. He pulled himself back, "What if I breed her?"
Confusion drifted over the craggy features before narrowing eyes regarded him thoughtfully, "That's not an issue here."
He held back no longer, he lapped at the swollen, wet flesh. Her smell filled his senses. She cried out when he took the small bud between his teeth and suckled. How he had missed this! Nicolette had been off limits and his wife did not like for him to service her with his mouth, she preferred Sebastian's mouth to his own.
Argounov was still at his side, "May I partake of your boy?"
He wasn't sure what the old man was squawking about. He had more important things at hand. He gave a grunt of affirmation before pulling back and arranging the girl with her ass in the air. She cried out when he thrust deeply into her body.
Needless to say, he did not hear the click of the door closing.
*~*
Jamie knelt outside of the door, his knees were going numb. He was startled when the dark skin slave slunk out of the office and disappeared down the hall without acknowledging him. But nothing prepared him for the sounds of sex that began, the familiar sounds of his master's grunts of pleasure.
It surprised him. His master liked to play but almost always with Jamie at his side. It was his master's right of course; it was just disconcerting to be on the outside. At least his belly was full. Yves and the other boy, Bran had been kind. They guided him through the kitchens and introduced him to other slaves. When he asked for a small portion to take to Seb, Bran gave him such a sweet, soft smile, he actually shivered in arousal. The boy was sex on two legs, well three to be exact, Jamie thought with good humor. His mistress, on the other hand, had given him a thoughtful frown when knelt before her. She did not deny Seb even if she was aggravated with him. For that, he was grateful. He didn't want his friend to suffer. Yves had given him directions to Argounov's study with a worried frown. The older slave just squeezed his hand and whispered, 'be careful,' before he took his leave.
He was aware that the door opened and shut. He looked up sleepily, hoping it was his master telling him it was time to go home. Instead, long thin fingers gripped his collar and hauled him to his feet. He was afraid and dread began to boil in his gut. His master was nowhere to be seen.
"Now," Argounov said coldly, "Such a fine specimen." Jamie felt the man frog walking him backwards into a deserted hallway, “On your knees, slut, daring to tempt those in my household. Let's see just how well foreign mouths perform." He was shoved onto his knees, cracking his kneecaps against the marble flooring. His hair was yanked back and the wet head of the man's erection was before him.
"My, my, my master," He whimpered, trying to wrench himself from the man's hand.
"Do you dare to defy your master?" Argounov's hand crashed against his cheekbone. "Open your mouth, whore, or I will take my retribution from your hide."
Anger stiffened Jamie's spine, only his master had the right to discipline him. He only had the noble's word that his master had granted him the use of Jamie's mouth. He could be taking his very life in his hands but he would not do this vile act without hearing his master affirmation. His master was too possessive and they had been together too long. Even if he was whipped for disobedience, it would be by his master's hand. His master would explain to him why. His master was who his service was bound to, not this terrifying gray haired jackal of a man.
"No, sir." His voice was a whisper, "No, sir, not without my master." His voice was still quiet but firm.
Once again, he was jerked up by his collar, cutting of his air and making him light headed. "Wrong answer, slut, and your master will pay."
Jamie was nauseated as he was drug through the party and out into the courtyard. Nobles gathered as he was tied to a whipping post with hands above his head.
"What is the meaning of this?" He hung his head as his mistress' voice cut through the den.
"JAMIE!!!" He wanted to cry out in response as he heard his master. "Release him, now!"
Lord Argounov's voice was oily with smug satisfaction, "Lord and Lady Peccati, you are no longer in Avonella. You must abide by Tenaran law. No slave is allowed to disrespect or ignore the order of a freeperson, especially not a noble. Whoever heard of slave thinking he had the right to say ‘no.’ This worthless piece of flesh has to be reminded of its place."
"You have no right, he’s mine." His master's voice was harsh.
"I have every right," Argounov replied.
"Excuse me, Nikol, but maybe I can be of, well, service." A new voice caused excited twitters to go through the gathered crowd.
"And who are you?" His mistress asked her voice haughty.
"Holden," The man replied almost with lazy satisfaction, "Holden Larssen.”
Rewind
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/F, F/f/m, M/m/m, m/m, and M/f
Warning: Beware, het sex ahead, with female parts and everything, as well as some very creative interpreation of Slave Breakers slave customs, no rotten veggies please!
Word Count: Approx 2,845
Summary: Set in the Slave Breaker’s Universe by the quite revered
maculategiraffe . A neighboring country's monarchy is overthrown and a family is sent into to exile. How will they adjust to living in Tenarus?
Note: This fanfic was authorized by
maculategiraffe , the Slave Breakers Index page can be found here. All mistakes are sadly mine.
Feedback: Oh please, please be gentle, I'm scared enough as it is.
Previous parts: Tagged at my journal here.
A/N: This was originally shelved, but due to enormous amounts of poking, tickling, and the encouragement of
me_ya_ri , I decided to go ahead and post it. The updates will be slow going because I'm juggling a lot of ideas, so please be patient. I hope you enjoy *nervous* MC
The Calm Before
Jamie stood at his master's shoulder, nervous. He felt as though they had entered the proverbial lion's den or at worst a hostile battlefield. He was so nervous that he hoped his cramping stomach would not embarrass him. He reached out and grabbed Sebastian's hand. He really had a bad feeling about this.
His master had been understanding and comforting, kissing and petting him all the while assuring him that everything would be okay but in the end totally unhelpful. The mistress had laid down the law. "We are foreigners; of course we will be different." End of story. His only consolation was that his master had given him a pointedly lustful look before groping and kissing him breathless.
If it had been a party at home, he would not have been worried. He was used to owners being flamboyant with their pets during parties. It could border on the absurd. But his master walked a fine balance, being both possessive and wanting to show of his slave's attributes at the same time. He wore soft leather pants, even softer boots. His chest was bare except for his harness. The buttery leather wound over his shoulders to the ring between his nipples. His collar glittered brightly at his throat. His collar and harness was connected to the chain wrapped loosely around his master's fist. His long red hair hung loose around his shoulders with tiny braids intermingled. The braids held rhinestones that would glitter amongst his thick locks.
Sebastian would probably fit in more. Instead of pants and boots, he wore a tightly wrapped sarong about his narrow hips and bejeweled sandals. His harness and collar was very similar to that Jamie wore. The dark hair was mussed and whatever the mistress had ordered, the boy's mouth looked wet. Okay, he thought trying to settle his butterflies, he wouldn't fit in either.
At least they wore their cloaks during their short ride, he thought with a blush. As they had made their way to the large entryway, he could hear the whispers. He kept his eyes downcast as per custom, but he didn't know how his master and mistress could hold their heads high. These people, in his very limited experience, could be very cruel. Once inside and their cloaks carried away, he felt very uncomfortable. His master stood out in his elegant suit amongst the tunics and boots. His mistress' stylish ball gown was in complete contrast to the refined dresses and blouses and skirts of this local nobility.
He shivered at the snide comment of 'How vulgar,' knowing it was directed at both he and Seb. He wondered if his master noticed because the length in his lead got shorter, pulling him closer to his master.
"Ah, your Majesty," Jamie chanced a look through his lashes and dropped Seb's hand hastily, at the distinguished gray haired gentleman who took his Mistress' hands in his own. "Welcome to our home." Jamie edged even closer to his master, only to stop because he was almost plastered to his master's back, and the man clapped his hands loudly. The stringed music that had been playing quietly in the background went silent as did the hushed whispers.
"Honored guests, it is with proud privilege to introduce royal nobility that have relocated here in our midst, her Majesty, Lady Rosalia Peccati, Princess of Avonella and her husband, Lord Rinaldo Peccati, Duke of Stratston. We have all read of the unrest within Avonella borders. We welcome our brother and sister into the hearts and comfort within our arms."
The nobility clapped daintily and the strings began to strum once again. Jamie was almost certain he had heard a quiet snort of "old wind bag," but he could not be sure. An elegant red haired woman took his Mistress by the elbow and led her deeper into the recesses of the spacious home.
"Lord Argounov," Jamie diverted his attention back to his master. "Thank you for your most gracious invitation."
"Please call me Nikol," Lord Argounov replied, "This must be your slave?" His voice sounded hesitant as he looked Jamie over. Jamie bit his lip and prayed that his cheeks did not flare.
"Yes, my Jamie." His master replied his tone dark with possession and Jamie felt his cock twitch in response, "He had a most alarming time at the market place. He has told me that our customs are quite different."
Argounov rubbed his chin with long thin fingers. Just the sight of them made Jamie's skin crawl. "I can see where he would. Please," he gestured forward. "It would honor me greatly if you join me at the table."
The sudden jerk to his shortened lead caused Jamie to stumble. He got his feet under him and prayed the evening would pass quickly. He was glad that he got to stand at the wall like the other slaves during the meal. His place was near a window. Under the weight of the frank stares he was getting from the gather nobility, he wished he could hide himself in the draperies. The quiet whimper from Sebastian had him grasping the boy's hand once again to soothe him. His eyes were drawn to familiar green cloth. There were the two slaves he had met before. But then he squinted. It was the same older blonde, but not the older dark haired slave with threads of gray. It was a younger boy, close to his own age. Tall and fair haired and breathtakingly beautiful as he turned his head and smiled at whatever the older slave whispered to him.
He tracked the table to see if could discern who they belonged to. It had to be that one, he thought trying to fight off the need to yawn. The dark haired one with distinguished slashes of gray, it reminded him of his own master. He reeled back and thumped his head on the plaster when the dark eyes pinned him. He quickly looked down and could feel the hated flush on his face. This party was boring, he groused. Parties at home would have allowed him to sit in his master's lap and be fed from his hand while his master joked and laughed with other nobles.
When the meal was over, he wanted to stamp his foot like a two year old. He was hungry, damn it. Not only him but Seb as well, there had been way too much going on in preparation for this farce to be allowed to eat. He was on shaky ground with Ms. Finch as it were and didn't want to push it. He watched his mistress lead Seb away and gave the boy a helpless shrug. His own lead was tugged and his master hugged him close.
"Everything okay, beautiful?" His master's breath on his ear made his shiver.
"Hungry, master." He hated the whine in his voice, so he bit his lip. His master's eyes darkened as he cupped his chin.
A soft kiss was placed against his trembling lips, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, we have to play along. I'll drag Finch's ass out of bed for a hot late snack when we get home."
His master scanned the room and watched as a group of solid colored dressed slaves disappeared through a doorway. The dark haired man that captured Jamie's eye walked past them.
"Your boy can eat his meal through there," He said helpfully with a delicate blonde on his arm.
"Thank you," His master paused helplessly, wanting to address his by name when Lord Argounov interrupted them.
"Lord Peccati, this way."
"Just a moment," His master held up his hand, "Jamie, go eat and then come find me." When his master turned back to Lord Argounov, Jamie noticed that the dark haired man was gone. "My property will be safe?"
Jamie's skin crawled as the man looked him over from head to toe. "Quite safe, just ask for directions to my study, boy."
Jamie nodded, whispering "Yes, sir," and felt his master release his lead. The familiar hands cupped his face once again as his master kissed him. "Go on now and behave. I shall see you soon."
*~*
"Come now," Lord Argounov said with a smile, "No harm will come to him, I give you my oath of honor."
He sighed, "I'm just being foolish. He means everything to me." He followed the gray haired man into a well appointed study. He declined the offered cigar but accepted the whiskey gladly. His wife would be in her element, holding an avid court amongst these new nobles. He would have to wait for her before they could take their leave. Just seeing their barely clad boys dressed amongst the slaves of Tenarus made him uncomfortable. He wanted Jamie at home and under him, knowing that he was protected and loved.
Lord Argounov was a bit on the boring side for his tastes. They talked of hobbies before moving onto business. At that he perked up, expressing interest in some investment opportunities. Both he and his wife had their birthright holdings that he had invested well. The exile should be fairly comfortable but he missed the thrill of the puzzle that came with business dealings and acquisitions.
"Now for some entertainment," He shook his head and focused on what the old wind bag was rattling on about. He sucked in a breath. The man had two young slaves kneeling at his feet.
They were in a word, exotic. They seemed to be a matched pair, white slave tunics not withstanding. The male's skin was glossy, the color of milk chocolate, even his close cropped head shone. She was a mirror copy down to the elegant curve of her skull.
"Dante and Yvette," Lord Argounov said smugly. "Which would you prefer?"
"Prefer?" He parroted.
"The boy or the girl, I can vouch for their skills." Argounov gave a lazy smile. "Yvette, show our guest pleasure. You have a beautiful boy but variety is the spice of life."
He wanted to grumble that he had quiet enough spice in his life, thank you very much, but was distracted when the girl, Yvette slipped her tunic over her head. He sucked in a breath. Her breasts were small and high with large, peaked nipples the color of dark chocolate. Her body was thin but curved. His cock surged. She was hairless between her thighs and the slit of her sex glistened wetly.
The sound of flesh striking flesh startled him. The boy knelt between Argounov's thighs and the noble's hand was in the air as if to strike him again. "You know better," the man gritted out. "Return to the slave quarters, I will deal with you later."
He wanted to ask as his own straining flesh was released. The tight wet heat surrounding his flesh scattered his thoughts like dust in the wind. Her mouth was wonderful even if the contrast of her dark skin to his lighter shade was distracting. He placed a trembling hand on her warm skull and began thrusting gently. She moaned, the resulting vibrations vaulting him precariously close to the edge.
"You can fuck her if you wish," Argounov's breath against his ear surprised him. He gently pulled out of her mouth and stood her before him. She spread her legs and he zeroed in on the wet slit once again. When he stood and gave a questioning look to Argounov, the noble grinned. "I'm sure I can find you a bed, but if you don't want to wait, mount her here."
In a lust clouded daze, he lifted the girl and placed her on the gleaming surface of the large desk. She lay back and opened her legs. His mouth watered and wanted to bury his face into her dripping cunt. He pulled himself back, "What if I breed her?"
Confusion drifted over the craggy features before narrowing eyes regarded him thoughtfully, "That's not an issue here."
He held back no longer, he lapped at the swollen, wet flesh. Her smell filled his senses. She cried out when he took the small bud between his teeth and suckled. How he had missed this! Nicolette had been off limits and his wife did not like for him to service her with his mouth, she preferred Sebastian's mouth to his own.
Argounov was still at his side, "May I partake of your boy?"
He wasn't sure what the old man was squawking about. He had more important things at hand. He gave a grunt of affirmation before pulling back and arranging the girl with her ass in the air. She cried out when he thrust deeply into her body.
Needless to say, he did not hear the click of the door closing.
*~*
Jamie knelt outside of the door, his knees were going numb. He was startled when the dark skin slave slunk out of the office and disappeared down the hall without acknowledging him. But nothing prepared him for the sounds of sex that began, the familiar sounds of his master's grunts of pleasure.
It surprised him. His master liked to play but almost always with Jamie at his side. It was his master's right of course; it was just disconcerting to be on the outside. At least his belly was full. Yves and the other boy, Bran had been kind. They guided him through the kitchens and introduced him to other slaves. When he asked for a small portion to take to Seb, Bran gave him such a sweet, soft smile, he actually shivered in arousal. The boy was sex on two legs, well three to be exact, Jamie thought with good humor. His mistress, on the other hand, had given him a thoughtful frown when knelt before her. She did not deny Seb even if she was aggravated with him. For that, he was grateful. He didn't want his friend to suffer. Yves had given him directions to Argounov's study with a worried frown. The older slave just squeezed his hand and whispered, 'be careful,' before he took his leave.
He was aware that the door opened and shut. He looked up sleepily, hoping it was his master telling him it was time to go home. Instead, long thin fingers gripped his collar and hauled him to his feet. He was afraid and dread began to boil in his gut. His master was nowhere to be seen.
"Now," Argounov said coldly, "Such a fine specimen." Jamie felt the man frog walking him backwards into a deserted hallway, “On your knees, slut, daring to tempt those in my household. Let's see just how well foreign mouths perform." He was shoved onto his knees, cracking his kneecaps against the marble flooring. His hair was yanked back and the wet head of the man's erection was before him.
"My, my, my master," He whimpered, trying to wrench himself from the man's hand.
"Do you dare to defy your master?" Argounov's hand crashed against his cheekbone. "Open your mouth, whore, or I will take my retribution from your hide."
Anger stiffened Jamie's spine, only his master had the right to discipline him. He only had the noble's word that his master had granted him the use of Jamie's mouth. He could be taking his very life in his hands but he would not do this vile act without hearing his master affirmation. His master was too possessive and they had been together too long. Even if he was whipped for disobedience, it would be by his master's hand. His master would explain to him why. His master was who his service was bound to, not this terrifying gray haired jackal of a man.
"No, sir." His voice was a whisper, "No, sir, not without my master." His voice was still quiet but firm.
Once again, he was jerked up by his collar, cutting of his air and making him light headed. "Wrong answer, slut, and your master will pay."
Jamie was nauseated as he was drug through the party and out into the courtyard. Nobles gathered as he was tied to a whipping post with hands above his head.
"What is the meaning of this?" He hung his head as his mistress' voice cut through the den.
"JAMIE!!!" He wanted to cry out in response as he heard his master. "Release him, now!"
Lord Argounov's voice was oily with smug satisfaction, "Lord and Lady Peccati, you are no longer in Avonella. You must abide by Tenaran law. No slave is allowed to disrespect or ignore the order of a freeperson, especially not a noble. Whoever heard of slave thinking he had the right to say ‘no.’ This worthless piece of flesh has to be reminded of its place."
"You have no right, he’s mine." His master's voice was harsh.
"I have every right," Argounov replied.
"Excuse me, Nikol, but maybe I can be of, well, service." A new voice caused excited twitters to go through the gathered crowd.
"And who are you?" His mistress asked her voice haughty.
"Holden," The man replied almost with lazy satisfaction, "Holden Larssen.”
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