Touched by the master

LUCA

One thing about being in chains was that they always itched. Around the wrists and around the ankles. And one hardly ever got used to it.

I preferred being in one of Lord Kael's cages. At least I got to walk around without being shackled at my joints.

"Stand in a straight line so I can see your faces!" Chief Steward Maren said. He was in charge of all the male slaves in Lord Kael's harem. There was a female harem too, but it was in another compound, divided by a wall.

The ladies over there came to serve us sometimes when Lord Kael was throwing a feasts for his visitors  or just to celebrate the death of one of his numerous enemies.

The rules were very simple and alarming. Speak when you are spoken to, obey every command, do not tell a lie, and do not sleep with a female slave because she doesn't belong to you but to Lord Kael alone. However, Lord Kael also had peculiar tastes with men. He could pick any make slave of his choice to have sex with.

He got the good stuff, because they were all pretty. Perks of being a rich lord.

Maren paced in front of us as he talked, his watchful eyes never going astray. "His lordship will be having a very important guest tonight," Maren announced. "And do you know what that means?"

"Another feast," a slave named Deckard said.

Maren nodded his head once, no hint of a smile on his face. His bald head reflected the lights. "Hm-hmm. That also means that one of you will have to perform."

No one said anything.

Maren went on, hands folded across his broad chest now. "I would have made the choice myself, but I seem to have my doubts. Therefore I would allow you all the courtesy of choosing someone. One who will look neat and attractive when cleaned up. Make the wrong choice and this person might just end up without his head afterwards."

Some of the slaves gasped. It was nothing new. Some of us died along the way.

"You have five minutes to do that," Maren said and walked away.

The silence stretched on for a bit. I wasn't even thinking about anyone. Let someone decide for the rest of us. Didn't want to be responsible for the death of a fellow slave.

However, someone wanted to be responsible for mine when Ren said, "Luca should go."

My head whipped in his direction. We all knew that he was older than most of us and respected him because of his age, but why would he go ahead and choose me?

Unfortunately for me, others agreed as well that I should go. "Yeah, he should. He looks better than most of us," someone else said.

He should have added the obvious. That they wouldn't lose any sleep over someone like me if I didn't return.

Before I could protest, Maren came back. "Have you all made a choice?"

"We choose Luca."

"Step forward, Luca!"

I shuffled forward.

"The rest can leave," Maren said. When it was just the both of us, Maren gave me instructions. "Get to the main stall now and you'll meet someone there." Then he unlocked my chains.

I wasted no time in moving. Someone was waiting for me with a fresh towel and new stuff for me to wash up. "Waste no time!" was the order.

I shut the door and wished I could stay in there forever but reality was the bitter pill I had swallowed. It was an opportunity which came once in a while so I made sure that I scrubbed myself until I was almost pink.

Then the banging on the door came. "Finish up, Luca! Don't let me come in there and drag you out."

And he would. I hurried up with the towel and stepped out of the stall. The guard with the towel was gone and it was just Maren. He looked at me and nodded his head once, probably satisfied with what he saw.

He handed me some fresh clothes as well. "Wear these and come with me."

The walk around the estate was quite giddy. My heart kept beating fast as if it wanted to jump out of my mouth. There were large paintings of Lord Kael all over his estate. The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal.

We reached his private quarters and Maren held up a halting hand. "When you return, get back to me. There is something I need you to do."

"Yes, Master Maren."

There was a slave girl waiting at the door. She looked washed up the same way I was. And she was very pretty too.

"Wait here until you are called," Maren instructed and left.

We said nothing to each other until the door opened for us to enter. Lord Kael was waiting for us. He was wearing an unbuttoned red robe and pants. And on his right, was his visitor, who gleefully chuckled when he saw us.

The door closed behind us.

"Here they are," said the visitor as he rubbed his hands. "I want to watch them fuck."

That felt like someone threw a bag of nails at me. Fuck the slave girl in front of them?

"It is forbidden for my male slaves to have any sexual parley with female slaves, Elias Thorne," Lord Kael said.

"Then make tonight an exception, Kael. I am an important visitor, aren't I?"

Lord Kael gave a slow nod then clapped his hands at us. "You heard him. Entertain us."

"Yes, master," we both said, and wasted no time in taking off our clothes. Our bodies shook in fear of the unknown. But fear for what we knew would happen to us if we didn't do it, drove us on.

We were finally naked and I took her lips in mine. They tasted dry but I lapped them up. Her hands rubbed my cock until I came up as hard as I could.

"Down!" Elias ordered.

I looked and Lord Kael was watching me with an intense gaze. His icy blue eyes were penetrating.

The girl took my cock in her mouth and began to suck as much and as fast as she could. The feeling was exhilarating and I could not stop myself from moaning.

But whenever my eyes met with Lord Kael's, there was this energy that I felt. Then my eyes dropped lower, and lower.

There.

The bulge in his trousers told me he was hard already. And I suddenly had this notion that he would fuck me right there.