Taken

A few days later…….

My morning had been free and the instructions for my client at mid-day were straightforward: go back to bed wearing my choice of underwear. Not difficult.

At mid-day exactly the door opened and a familiar young man wandered in. He spent a few minutes looking around my room at anything but me. He seemed uneasy, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing here. I last saw this man on the hill overlooking the sea. He seemed far more sure of himself then. This was the middle guy, the cute athletic one with the perfect penis. The one I had been fantasising about.

I felt like I needed to get the ball rolling. It didn’t seem like he was going to. I smiled at him. “It’s really nice to see you again, sir”. Technically I still wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to. “You’re my first ever repeat customer” I said, my smile turning to a broad grin. I wasn’t supposed to mention things like ‘paying customers’ either, but something about this young guy made me believe I’d get away with it. Besides, I found the possibility of a second chance with this man quite thrilling and I remembered I had got away with a lot the last time I saw them.

“Yeah, well, I’m not surprised. Spending time with you is expensive” he said in sulky tones. “I had to beg my father. Usually the other guy pays” he said. He was sullen and moody he looked like he might leave at any moment.

I wanted to say ‘you get what you pay for’ but I figured that was going too far. “Where’re the other two?” I asked. “Just you today, sir?”

“Just me” he said, as he sat tentatively on the edge of the bed. He looked over toward me, his eyes tracing the line of the bed before finally looking me in the eyes. I wondered if he was about to cry. He seemed to be working his way up to say something then all of a sudden he blurted out “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I thought about that day I just.... and...... well, I wanted....”. He broke off, big wide eyes staring at me not sure what to say next. He seemed to pluck some courage from somewhere. “I wanted to see you again.” He paused. “But......well...... but only if you, you know.....?”

I propped myself up on my elbow, still under the covers. I was intrigued and confused. This guy was cute, easily the best looking of the three. So he wanted to see me again, which was great. But why the change is attitude? Where had the confidence gone? “I’m not sure I do know, sir” I said truthfully.

“Don’t call me sir,” he said with a bit of irritation. “My father is ‘sir”.

I was beginning to get the picture of a troubled young man. “So, what should I call you?” I said, dropping the formality.

“I’m Craig” he said, and again our eyes met. His were big, bright, hazel eyes. They seemed so sad today like they’d lost their sparkle.

I maintained eye contact. By rights I should have dropped my gaze as a sign of subservience. I was the slave for hire and this was a paying customer. But this guy intrigued me and I couldn’t do it. Besides, there was something hypnotic about about those eyes. Before, on the hill, he was cocky and silly, behaving almost as if he had been drinking. Now he looked like a lost puppy. A cute lost puppy, I had to admit. Really cute.

He sighed deeply, finally having convinced himself that he needed to explain himself. “Look,” he said. “I wanted to see you again...... we usually just take what we want, y’know? But I wanted to talk to you. Properly talk. And...... you know..... but I only wanna do.....stuff...... if you want to as well” he seemed relieved to have gotten that out of his system. He looked down at his hands. By the look of him, he seemed sure that I would not want to talk let alone do “stuff”.

I thought about the day on the hill. Maybe this guy was always second fiddle to the leader of the group. He wasn’t the boyfriend either, so maybe third fiddle. He seemed excited to “get his turn” and didn’t he say something about “never usually getting a turn”, or something like that?

He was a sweet guy. He was probably 19 or 20 by the look of him, broad shoulders with an athletic build but not overly muscular, just fit. From his face he was more man than boy, but his expression screamed of teenage angst. I knew how he felt. I wondered if I could truly decline him. I was the sex slave and this guy - or this guy’s father - had paid for my services. I was getting bolder since my interesting night out with Master, but maybe not that bold. I realised it was a pointless question anyway. I wondered what we could get up to together. I wanted to have some fun with this young man. I wouldn’t turn him away even if I could.

I smiled again and threw back the covers to reveal my body, naked except for a pair of tight fitting bright pink trunks. “It’s cold in here” I said. “Wanna come and help warm me up?” I winked.

It took maybe 5 seconds for him to strip to his underwear and jump under the covers beside me. His demeanour changed instantly and he suddenly had his sparkle back. He touched my arm and went in for a kiss before stopping, pulling back and saying “You’re sure, right......?”.

Under the covers I grabbed his cock still wrapped in his jockeys and leaned to him to collect that kiss. It was a wet, hot, passionate first kiss. There wasn’t much tongue action but our lips slid across each other’s. I pulled away again. “Enough of an answer?” I asked. He giggled, pushed me back and stuck his tongue deep into my mouth, kissing me for all he was worth.

We lay on our sides kissing, touching, exploring each other. For a few minutes I would dominate, pushing him almost onto his back, nibbling his ear, running my tongue down his neck, my hands massaging his cock and balls. Then he would push me back, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth, running his hand up and down my torso, playing with my nipple, squeezing my bottom. Neither of us had ventured into each other’s underwear yet. So far this was enough. It was hot and passionate. Everything about this guy seemed to fit with me. He seemed to know what I wanted better than I did and from the way he was reacting to me, the feeling was mutual.

He broke away to catch his breath, both of us starting to get hot and sweaty under the covers. He cupped my face with his hand, letting his fingers and thumb play over my cheek, my nose, and around my ears. He suddenly frowned, gripped by a pang of uncertainty. He asked “do you really want this?”

I propped myself up on my elbow so that I could look down at his face and into those big hazel eyes. “Do I not seem into it?” I asked.

“Yeah of course you do” he said. He dropped his hand from my face to my neck and pulled me in for another long kiss. After a couple of minutes I pulled back a little.

“So, what’s the issue?” I asked. I was curious about this guy’s insecurities as he didn’t strike me as a guy who needed to worry about anything. He was rich, or at least his father was, he had friends, cool clothes and enough spare time to hire a human sex toy for a fuck in the middle of the day. I also wanted this out of the way because, in truth, I had got to the point where I wanted this guy badly and I wanted his mind on the job.

“I don’t know.” He said. “Wouldn’t you tell me that anyway? Isn’t that what you have to do?” He seemed so unsure of himself without his friends around and he was obviously trying hard to spare my feelings. The cocky arrogance from before was clearly just a front. He had the hots for me, had a chance to take something for himself and not have to accept sloppy seconds and now he was hesitant in case it wasn’t mutual. Like hiring a sex slave was going to be mutual?

I lay back, away from my client. I worked through various options in my mind before I hit on a crazy idea that could get me beaten. I plucked up some courage of my own and said, “Ok. Get out”.

The young man sat up quickly, surprised and a little stung. ‘Eh?” He exclaimed. “But...... you said......?”

“So make a choice.” I said sharply, frowning at him. “Stay and let’s get naughty because I want to, because you’re cute and I fancy you....... or go.” I shrugged my shoulders. I turned to face him, to look him in the eye and to dare him. “You can flip me over now and take me unwillingly, of course. I have to lie here and take it. I’m a paid-for fuck boy and daddy has booked you a slot.”

I went a bit cold as I said those words, knowing that the consequences of a complaint about my insubordinate behaviour, especially from a wealthy and influential client, would test even my growing relationship with Master Jonno. Fortunately I didn’t need to worry.

He leaned down, pressing his nose against mine and pursed his lips to kiss me lightly. “I don’t want to flip you over take you unwillingly” he said, a nervous grin on his face. “I like the first option if that’s ok. I just..... I just don’t want to be the guy who’s daddy paid for a fuck boy and I took my slot while you have to lie there and take it”.

I grinned as we kissed. “Why” I said between lips meeting “why all......” more kissing. “all the fuss” I finally got out. He was a great kisser. I really liked this guy. But didn’t he know he was the guy whose daddy paid for a fuck boy…..? I might have to ask him that, I thought.

We kissed some more. His hand explored my chest and shoulders as I lay on my back. His touch was gentle, his soft, smooth hands warm against my skin. He broke off our kiss, still caressing my body as he spoke to me. He was almost whispering. “I just...... just don’t think I’ve slept with anyone who......you know.....” he stopped and I kissed him again, pulling his head down to mine.

Between kisses I said “nope, I don’t know”. He seemed to be getting frustrated, but at himself, not me. He wasn’t angry. He bit my earlobe which made me squeal a little.

“That’s for being deliberately difficult” he said, still grinning like an idiot. “I mean I don’t know that anyone ever slept with me because they wanted to, that’s all.”

“You rape them all?” I said, pulling a face. OK, I admit, now I was being deliberately difficult. He grabbed my bottom and squeezed hard, so I tickled him and was rewarded by him going into spasms and giggling.

We broke apart again, laughing. “No I don’t rape them” he said. He sniggered “well, not all of them” and he pinched my nipple and winked at me. “Believe it or not, I’m quite a catch.” I laughed out loud and poked him in the ribs. He laughed again, grabbed both my wrists and pinned me down. “Look, I come from a rich family. I hang around with Mister Fucking Popular. If they can get beyond him, everyone wants to fuck me to get something back. Girls, boys, you name it. There’s always a twist.” he said, suddenly serious. I could see him disappearing back into his mood.

I looked up at him, suddenly feeling some empathy with this guy. “That much I understand” I said. He studied my face. He nodded. I pushed him away, or at least he let me push him away. I flipped our positions, him now laying back on the bed. I got on top, straddling him, pinning his wrists down with my hands. I gave him a quick kiss and said “Hey, you think you’ve got it rough? In my old life I was poor, friendless, and beaten almost daily. Then I was sold by my only family and held captive. Since then I have been forced fo fuck someone else’s customers for cash, no matter what those customers wanted. So yeah, I get that there’s always a twist. But to cut a long story short, I found that..... I like my new life. It’s an improvement on the old one. I don’t like all of the clients, of course, and I would prefer to be free. I made a deal to be submissive in return for some small benefits, so I take whatever comes my way. But I like to fuck.” I shrugged. “And with a few customers, I really like to fuck. I guess you just have to take the good things in life, you know? There’s my life story”. I was making light, but he was listening and watching me intently.

He stopped struggling to get free, or at least pretending to struggle, and he stared hard at me. All this was beyond his understanding. He’d never had anything taken away or been forced to do anything against his will. His life story was the complete opposite of mine. It was about taking whatever he wanted, whatever it cost. But I could see that my story had touched him. He was moving his mouth and trying to form words, but nothing was coming out. He looked so cute, so much younger, so lost.

I leaned in and kissed him very softly. He freed his arms and held my face in both hands pushing me back a little so he could look into my eyes. His eyes were glistening, showing his emotion. He said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Not just.... your body or our time together……. but your situation too. I could never imagine...... but with us you were so..... so clever and so together and..... I don’t know how to say it. For a guy in a tough situation you seemed to be able to think on your feet and get yourself out of trouble quickly. How you acted was…… it was........ brave? Maybe that’s the wrong word. I started to think what it must be like to have to go out there and meet people like us. No choice. Face a situation where on a good day you get raped and on a bad one some pathetic kids beat the shit out of you or humiliate you. It made me wonder what the fuck I’m doing with my life. I can’t imagine what you have been through and we never asked. I felt so great after we had sex. You were so good and I left on a high. And then I felt so guilty. I couldn't get out of my head that everything you did that day was.....well, it was self defence. You did everything you could so that we didn’t beat on you. I felt like shit. I had a big argument with my friends about it. It’s........ it’s just not who I want to be. Not anymore, anyway.”

He looked sad again, so sad. I guessed that our time together had triggered some soul-searching and he didn't like what he found. I wanted to bring him out of his mood. He wasn’t to blame for my situation.

“Listen, knucklehead” I said, squeezing his sides with my knees. “I haven’t told you these things so you feel sorry for me. It hasn’t been long, but I’ve come to terms. I’ll be free soon and can choose my own path for the first time in my life, whatever that might be. I’m telling you so you understand…… not so you take responsibility. I think you’re cute. You’re pretty hot actually. I want to know what you’ll be like without your friends getting in the way. And just so you know, I am not saying that because you have something to offer me. I don’t get a share of the money you paid. You can’t free me. You can’t give me anything in return. So all the while you’re not flipping me over and just….. collecting what you paid for, it’s just us, by choice, here and now. No twist.” I said with an hint of finality.

He spent a few moments processing that before he grinned and raised his eyebrows at me. “So, you’re saying.......?” He asked knowing it would infuriate me.

I rolled my eyes and laughed and he pushed me off him, rolling me over so that he was sitting on me now. “I’m saying” I said through the laughter. “I’m saying. Will you shut up and fuck me?”

He lay his body down on mine and rubbed noses with me. “Yes, sir, right away sir” he said and then he kissed me hard.

We spent long minutes getting back to kissing, touching and wrestling around my bed in our underwear. He kissed my neck, moved slowly down to my nipples, then my midriff and my navel. It tickled and I screeched, grabbing his head to push him away. He took my arms by my wrists and pinned them to my sides as he descended further. His kissed around the waistband of my underwear, purposely tickling me and making me squirm. He seemed to intuitively know exactly where I was most ticklish and sensitive.

He continued to kiss and then lick my skin around my waist and then he grabbed the elastic in his teeth and started to pull down my trunks. He got to the point where they were down as far as my pubic hair line before he was forced to release my wrists and use his hands. He gripped the sides of my trunks and just pulled. They slide down to mid-thigh exposing my erection, which sprang up now that it was free from the fabric. He licked up the inside of my thigh all the way to my balls, his hands caressing my legs the whole way. He licked up my shaft, kissed the tip of my cock, then engulfed me tightly in his mouth. I gasped as he took all of me completely, his tongue swirling around my head. His lips gripping the base of my cock. He played with my balls as he sucked, licked and kissed me.

He used his hands to spread my legs, my underwear riding up again slightly to just below my balls as he did so. He pushed my legs back, gripping the cheeks of my bottom and softly squeezing them, pulling them apart and allowing his thumbs to explore the edges of my ring. He didn’t stray too close, just enough to tease me and drive me crazy.

He released my cock, pushed my legs back further, and moved his mouth the spot between my scrotum and my hole. He kissed and licked and I could feel his drool running down toward my anus. He followed the trickle of saliva with his tongue, pulling away before he touched the hole. I groaned in sexual frustration, prompting him to dive straight in. His tongue lapped at me, wetting my entrance and relaxing me. He forced his tongue inside, spinning it and sending shivers up my spine. He spent so long pleasuring me there that I was worried I might come just from this. It was so good.

My ass wet, relaxed, and aching for his cock, he moved back up my body kissing and licking my skin the whole way up. He stopped off at my cock for a quick suck and at my nipples for a quick bite, before sucking at my neck and nibbling my earlobe. Finally he was back with me, his mouth planted firmly on mine, our mouths now wide open and our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could taste myself in his kiss.

As we kissed he tried to hook my legs with his arms. I used my feet to push his underwear down as far as mine were and then I let him hold me back and open me out. He pushed forward and found the spot instantly. I was so wet from his saliva, and open from the tongue action that half of his head was in before I knew it. He got to that point where I needed to relax my sphincter to let the head of his cock pop right in. I held him there a while, teasing him. He pushed harder and I relented and he plunged deep inside me. His cock was so perfectly proportioned for me and so hard. I could not help but mutter “oh my god” as he entered me.

We remained in that position for a while. He waited for me to get used to having his cock inside me. Then he fucked me in long, delicate, slow strokes. I moaned. It felt so good, his hard penis moving backwards and forwards, his mouth on mine, his tongue dancing with my tongue.

He leaned back, resting on his knees and pushing my legs further so that I was almost bent double. He continued to fuck into me and from this angle he was able to fill me up, every millimetre of his shaft inside me. I moaned again. He pulled out to his head and spent time pulling his cock almost totally out and then pushing it back in. Having my ring teased like this with the biggest part of his cock was ecstasy. I had goosebumps and my balls were tight.

He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over his head, moving my whole body so that I was sideways onto him. He grabbed my tiny, well formed bottom and from his semi-kneeling position his sunk all of his cock back into me and fucked my furiously. I could hardly take a breath and my moans sounded like a machine gun as he slammed his hardness into me over and over and over again.

He slowed, leaned over me pressed his face to mine and he whispered “I’m coming”. Sure enough, he unloaded into my rectum with the same power and intensity as he had done out on the hill. He almost roared as he came. It was the sound of triumph.

He was breathing heavily and so was I. This guy was good. He had teased me, turned me into a hot quivering mess, and then screwed me hard. This might have been the best sex ever.

He pulled out his cock, still hard and still throbbing, his come finally spent. He pulled my legs back over so that I was on my back again, my own cock standing to attention. He groped between my legs and slowly pushed two fingers into my ass, then removed them and smeared cum and goo from me between his own buttocks. He did this a few times, fingering himself each time.

Finally ready, he grabbed my hands, interlocked our fingers, and he shuffled up my body on his knees until his ass was level with my cock. He lowered his bottom, teasing my cock, letting it slide around in his crack. Then, quite suddenly, my head was pushing against his anus which was giving way. My cock started to bury itself in this young man as he held my hands above my head and bore down on me.

When I was all the way in he leaned down and kissed me. He whispered “now you fuck me” and he rode me. After several minutes of hot fucking he changed position to crouch over me so that he could slide his anus up and down my shaft more easily. My hands gripped tightly to his and the closer I came to release, the harder I held on. He teased me, pulling up and off and then dropping back down to engulf all of me. He did this several times, each time taking me closer and closer. “You ready?” he panted. He knew I was. I looked up at him and I nodded. I couldn’t speak. He dropped down again and gripped my cock with his ass, grinding on me and forcing me to flex fully within him. That was it. I could not hold it any longer and I came hard. He collapsed onto me and we kissed while I finished my ejaculations.

We hugged each other tightly, our bodies sweating together. Every so often we’d join lips and kiss, then break away and catch our breathe. He lifted himself off me, my flaccid penis sliding from inside him. We were both covered in cum down there, but neither of us cared. He lay beside me, his arm draped over my chest.

“So fucking tight” he said. “Tight, and beautiful, and awesome”. I smiled at him. He was a handsome, sexy young man and a terrific lover. If I wasn’t so fixated on Master Jonno I thought I could get quite attached to this guy. Maybe I needed to be less fixated on Master. Wasn’t that what he wanted as well?

Thinking of Master made me think of something he said to me. His joke seemed appropriate so I repeated it. “Self praise is no praise at all” I said, and giggled. He slapped my chest, but he laughed too.

“You are though” he said, sitting up in bed and propping himself up against the wall. “Did you.......” he trailed off and I think he decided against asking. I wanted to answer though, and I knew how his question ended.

“Did I enjoy that? Yes, I enjoyed all of that. I’d try to tell you how much but I’d blow your tiny mind”. He pummelled me with a plump pillow and started to push me to the edge of the bed with his feet.

“Always with the smart mouth” he said. I turned to defend myself but I slipped and fell off the mattress onto the floor with a loud thud. I cried out in mock pain, ready to tease him some more. He was by my side in about a second. “Oh fuck. Oh god. I’m so sorry” he began before he saw that I wasn’t in tears of pain, just struggling not to laugh too much.

He giggled, slapped my naked bottom, and leaned down to kiss me. We embraced on the floor, kissing again. “It’s rare that anyone allows me to come, let alone..... like that” I said, my blue eyes locked on his between our heavy petting.

“I wanted you in every way possible” he said before he grabbed one of my buttocks and squeezed hard as he kissed me. He moved his hand into my cum-soaked crack, caressing and touching. He inserted the tip of his finger, my passage lubed by sweat and spit and cum. He fingered me intensely as his erection grew again, his hardening cock pushing against my leg.

He suddenly turned me, pushing me to my front. He took my hands and held them behind my back, down at the base of my spine. Then he pushed into me again, that perfect cock hard as rock and ready for repeat action.

He fucked me on the floor, my arms restrained while he played. He carried me to the armchair where he had me kneel on the arms so that he could take me from behind while he ran his fingernails along my spine. He lifted me in his strong arms and I wrapped my legs around his body, his cock penetrating me, his hands raising and lowering me onto his pole. He fucked me in every way. He was rough, but not too rough, then gentle. He was fast, fucking his cock into me like a mad thing, then he was slow and seductive, pushing into me while he locked lips with mine.

Eventually he was ready to come again. I was on my back at the edge of the bed, my legs held high. He was standing, pumping into me while he fondled my cock with one hand and rubbed my toes with the other. I was panting, also ready to come again. We both reached climax together, his cock exploding inside me while mine pumped cum onto my belly and over his hand. He lifted me, pushed me further back onto the bed, and collapsed on top of me.

We hugged and snoozed for maybe an hour. Then we showered together. We soaped each other and touched each other and just played around. We dressed. We chatted. We swapped stories and got to know one another. As we talked he admitted that he hated himself for behaving like a spoiled rich kid. We watched some TV, my head resting on his chest as he stroked my hair. We fooled around like new boyfriends until that moment when he realised it was time for him to go.

“When I look back at today, my only regret will be that it was paid for, that you weren’t in this position by choice. Not for me. I don’t care. But for you.” He held up his hand to stop me from interrupting. “I know you don’t get any money out of this and I believe you when you say it was mutual, but I am going to wish for the rest of my life that I could have met you in other circumstances and that I was a better man when we met. I want you to know that I would not be leaving now if I did not have to. I’d be staying right here until you kicked me out”. It was a sweet thing to say and it was from the heart. We kissed and he grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. “Honestly, with an ass like that you’d never be rid of me!”

I smiled at that. I was sorry he was going, too. I had a serious thing for Master Jonno, but this guy - Craig - well, he was a very close second. Maybe more. I almost felt like I had a friend. More, he had been my boyfriend for an afternoon and that was an awesome feeling. It filled a hole in my soul and left me empty at the same time, the fantasy and the reality.

As reality started to take over from a wonderful afternoon I forced myself to come down off my cloud. “I’m free in a couple of weeks.” I said. “But maybe you won’t feel the same when I’m my own person.” I shrugged, trying my best to seem nonchalant. “I don’t exactly fit into the circles you move in”.

He looked at me hard and he shook his head with that serious look on his face. “I don’t think you understand the influence you’ve had on me. I feel......different. Changed well, maybe ‘changing’ is the right word? In any case, I’d move in different circles for you.” He was so sincere. So honest.

My heart melted and I couldn’t speak.

“Craig St.John. I’m not so hard to find. Look me up..... if you want to.” He turned to leave and then immediately turned back. He didn’t want to leave it there. It wasn’t enough for him to play it cool and walk off into the sunset. “Just so there’s no confusion..... I really want you to look me up. I really like you. I mean really. I have had….. had the best afternoon ever. And I want to see where this could go, ok?” He looked so anxious, like it took a great deal of courage to say that and maybe I wouldn’t be interested.

I kissed him lightly on his lips. “Okay” I said and I have never meant an ‘okay’ so much in my life. And with that he left. He turned, walked through my door and rushed down the stairs. Before he was out of view completely he turned back, smiled again, and then he was gone.

I sat on the edge of my bed. I rubbed the back of my neck just to give my hands something to do. I finally reached a conclusion: I really liked Craig St.John too. And I meant really.

I felt great for the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t have a client until tomorrow night, but for now I was high on life. Not bad for a captive sex slave.

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Instructions for tonight were interesting. Put on a t-shit and some jogging pants. And wait. So that’s what I did. Underwear wasn’t explicitly specified when Mister Connor instructed me, but I decided I’d wear some powder blue briefs I had bought when shopping with Master. I thought they were cute and they showed off my ass and my modest package really nicely.

The room was tidy and clean - the cleaners had been and changed the filthy sheets and made sure the old place was spotless. It was a shame as I’d have liked to slept another night in those sheets and dream of Craig and our time together, but apparently that might be gross for another client who wanted to create his own dreams. The bed had carried Craig’s scent and it turned me on and comforted me at the same time. Now it smelled of clean laundry.

I was brushing off the bedsheets and making the bed where I had been sitting when the door opened. Clients did not knock, of course, and two men came into my room. I turned to face them, a broad (if slightly forced) smile on my face. I was beyond surprised when I saw who it was.

Craig’s slightly taller, slightly older-looking friend from the hill wandered in followed by a much older gentlemen. The young man was dressed in much the same way as when I first met him, a trendy tracksuit and expensive sneakers. My mouth hung open.

“Hey” said the younger of the two. “Fancy seeing you here” and he grinned at me. I decided not to speak. I felt I’d get away with bending the rules with Craig’s friend, but maybe not with the older guy. I glanced over at the older figure who stood in the doorway, not yet having come into the bedroom.

This man reeked of money and power. He wore a three-piece suit that screamed “expensive”, a gold chain at his vest pocket and designer wire-rimmed glasses. He leaned slightly on a walking stick that was topped with a silver ball. He must have been maybe 50, something like that. His hair was grey and immaculately combed in a side parting, and he had a bushy moustache to match.

He looked at me up and down, examining me in intricate detail with eyes that missed nothing. When he had taken stock of me he took two paces into the room and closed the door quietly behind him. I straightened my back a bit and raised my chin up. I felt like I was on parade here.

The man pointed the end of his walking cane at the younger man who had slouched on the end of my bed. “I did not give you permission to sit. Stand up!” He instructed. His voice was quiet, but it cut across the room like a whip. The young man stood almost to attention. I wondered who this guy was, who could get this arrogant rich kid to immediately do as instructed.

“Boy” he said, his attention back on me. “I am Marcus St.John. You have met my son, I believe. Is that correct? You may speak”

I was confused. Was this Craig’s father? Then what was the other man doing here? Were they brothers or something? “Er.... may I ask, sir, is your son Craig St.John?”

“That is correct. And I appreciate you seeking clarity. If only all young men were so considered in their thinking” he glanced sideways at the other guy.

“In that case, sir, yes I have met your son, sir” I said, remaining stock still, my head held high. What was going on? Was I going to be fucked by the father now?

“Good. I believe you have also met his friend here?”

“Yes sir. We have also met”.

“Good. You spent time with my son yesterday, did you not?”

Ok, this was weird. I guess he knew that because he paid, but how did he get a booking with me if they weren’t taking any more bookings? I needed to answer. “Yes, sir. I met your son in the early afternoon, sir”.

“You appear to be frowning. You look like you have a question?”

“If I may ask, sir?”

“You may”. He smiled. This guy liked the polite approach. I needed to remember that.

“Sir. I was under the impression that only clients who had requested time with me prior to a few days ago were now being entertained, sir. I.....”

He interrupted me. “Ah, I understand. You wonder whether I have used my not inconsiderable influence and forced your masters to, shall we say ‘open your schedule’ for me? It’s an interesting idea. I wonder whether they would have? From what I have heard I suspect not. But no. When my son requested that I fund his adventure with you I became curious. I went to your masters and requested an audience for myself. So, you may rest assured that your book is closed as I believe was promised to you. My request to see you was received here some time ago”.

I glanced at the other guy who was still standing, like me, to attention. The older gentleman noticed.

“This young man’s father and I go back a long way, you could say.” He smiled again. I believe he likes to infer that his family has influence and wealth the equal of no other. He enjoys using the reputation and influence of his betters to bully others, pretending that his family wealth equates to his own. In short, he likes to throw his weight around. Isn’t that correct, young man?”

“Yes sir” he said, his voice sullen and sulky.

“But you stretch the truth quite a lot, don’t you, Jeremy?”

The younger guy hung his head. “Sir” he said.

“You’ll have to forgive young Jeremy here. He’s sulking because I brought him against his will and he assumes that I expect him to force himself on you tonight. He owes me a debt and I am collecting. It’s one of life’s lessons. He very much dislikes being instructed and he will not wish me to be standing here while he takes you. He is an unruly character and enjoys his freedoms. He has been that way for as long as I can remember.” He sighed deeply.

“He likes to...... shall we say ‘overlook....?’ that his father is my youngest brother, whose wealth and influence relies solely upon my good graces. Do you see?”

“Ah..... yes, sir, I think so” I said. I saw why young Jeremy was in a sulk and understood a little more about the beautiful Craig. There's was obviously a complex family setup. This was going to be weird, though, if Jeremy was going to have his way with me while his uncle watched.

The man smiled. “I am sure you see part of the picture, but perhaps not the whole. Am I correct?”

This guy could read me like a book. “Sir, you are very astute.” I answered.

“Jeremy, do you hear that?” He said, pointing his cane again. “Manners. That’s what you heard there. Perhaps you’d care to emulate this boy’s mode of speech on occasion?” It was rhetorical question and we all knew it. The man lowered his cane and turned back to me. “Either your masters have trained you exceptionally well and should be acknowledged or you are simply a natural delight, in which case I offer my compliments.” He stopped, studied me again, and then spoke.

“My son came to me and told me about his first encounter with you. You should know that I am no prude. I am well aware that as a boy and a young man my son and his friends have...... what’s the phrase you youngsters use? ‘Fucked around’ I believe I heard someone say. He has bedded his share of girls and boys. I cannot criticise as I did the same at his age.

I raised an eyebrow at that. “Yes, sir” I said.

“I do not know whether you are aware but my son and his friends went to meet you that day with the intention of humiliating you and inflicting pain. It was apparently not the first time they had decided to take some poor young thing to a secluded place and..... behave like animals”. He said. “Were you aware, boy?”

I took a deep breath. “I am aware that the original intention was to cause me some harm, yes, sir,” I said. I wanted to defend these boys, especially Craig, but I didn’t dare go too far. “Sir, I feel I must point out that none of the men caused me any pain or injury on that day and nor did they humiliate me.”

The man smiled thinly. “I see.” He said. “Sadly, others have suffered. Some greatly. Perhaps those others were not as skilled as you when it came to charming their way out of trouble? Yes, I am aware that you acted quickly and cleverly and convinced this foolish gaggle of youths to take a different path. It was well done, by all accounts.”

There was a long silence. I continued to stand and remain disciplined in the way that that I believed was required here. Jeremy stood slouched, observing his uncle’s instruction but barely. Mister St.John spent several long minutes studying me, then Jeremy.

“It is very easy to mistake a position of influence and wealth for ‘power’. I understand that. Equally I understand youthful exuberance. Despite appearances to the contrary I was young once myself.” The man’s voice was quiet but authoritative, but there was a little humour in there too. “However, influence and wealth must be handled with respect and with responsibility. I should not need to say this, but it is not acceptable, not ever, to wield these tools as a weapon. It is not acceptable to cause harm or injury to others for idle amusement.”

As Mister St.John spoke, Jeremy noticeably paled. I was surprised but I think I hid that well. I did not expect this man to have these strongly held views. I still didn't know where this was going though. I was nervous that I was somehow going to come out of this badly. The story of my life!

“Jeremy, you will stand before this young boy and you will apologise for your part. You can apologise for that scruffy idiot you have been sleeping with, too.”

Jeremy looked shocked. I wondered whether he had ever apologised to anyone before now. I wanted to feel sorry for him because, after all, he hadn’t harmed me the other day and it was how I met Craig. I didn’t though. I couldn’t quite get past the fact that he had harmed others for no reason other than his own amusement. I was also painfully aware that they had wanted to “fuck me up” that day. I still didn’t know what that would have entailed, but I was thankful to this day that I had been able to sway them another way.

“Now.” The man said in a voice that I wouldn't have argued with.

Jeremy came to stand in front of me. He looked thoroughly miserable. I was expecting a half-hearted apology, just enough to comply with his powerful uncle. I was surprised by his sincerity as he said, “I apologise that we planned to hurt you” he said. “I’m sorry.” He stopped and I thought the man was going to speak again, but Jeremy added. “I am glad we didn't”. There was something in his voice that rang true.

I took the initiative before anyone else could speak, risking a beating but hoping I was helping. “I am glad you didn’t, too” I said. “When you left me that day you were a nicer person in every way than when you found me. You scared me when we first met. Perhaps it is not my place to say, but looking back to the way we parted company I would suggest the real ‘you’ is more like your uncle than you might like to believe.” I finished. I took a couple of deep breaths. I was pushing my luck here and I knew it. I didn’t really know these people but I so desperately wanted to believe that Craig was the good guy I thought he was and that his cousin and father weren’t about to screw me over. Or screw me!

Jeremy threw me what started off as a poisonous look. As our eyes met he softened and I think from his expression that he agreed with me. He lowered his eyes.

The man nodded very slowly. “A very generous assessment, if I may say so” he said. “Jeremy, you will wait in the car. We have other people with whom we must visit this evening. Other apologies to make. I want a few moments with this young man before I join you.”

Ok, I thought. Here it comes. As Jeremy left he looked back over his should. “I really am sorry” he said and before I could acknowledge he was gone.

The man frowned, lost in his own thoughts. After a few minutes of me standing to attention and him musing whatever he was musing, he snapped himself out of it. “Won't you sit?” He said. He moved to the armchair and sat with a loud sigh. I sat on the edge of the bed, my usual spot.

“Thank you, sir” I said and he smiled.

“I think that’s the most sincere I have ever seen Jeremy. Perhaps he is sorry after all.” He said. There was a long pause before he spoke again. “Craig came to me. He told me all about his adventure with you. My son has been an immature boy all his life, easily led by his cousin and their friends. It seems he is starting to grow up. When he couldn’t get you out of his mind he did a little digging - some research - about you. Used the connections available to him for something other than idle fun. He could not fathom the position in which you find yourself. He was..... struck by your comportment on the day you met and I believe that helped to highlight his own shortcomings.”

“Please, sir. I do not know the word ‘comportment’, sir” I said. I knew I was interrupting but I want to follow the whole conversation. I still wasn't sure where this was going.

“Of course” he said. “I simply mean how you conducted yourself on the day you met. To be more specific, Craig was astonished by you and way you acted. Is that clearer?”

He wasn't being patronising. He was trying to explain. I was thankful. “Thank you for taking for time to explain, sir” I said.

The man shook his head. “Are you taught to be so polite? Do they drill that into you?” He asked in a very conversational tone.

I thought about that before I answered. “No, sir” I said. “There are several rules that I must follow, sir, but that is not explicitly one of them and I have not been trained or drilled to be polite. The closest rule is that I must call all men ‘sir’. However, I am expected to show an appropriate degree of respect, sir””.

“You do yourself proud, then, son” he said. I was taken aback. I was always ‘boy’, very occasionally I was ‘young man’. I was never ‘son’. I wasn’t sure I had ever been called ‘son’ by anyone and it gave me a strange reaction right in my guts.

“Craig likes you. I can see why.” The man said. “After we spoke at length about his conduct, about the things that he and his friends had been getting up to and about what he wanted to do to make amends, we then spoke about you. He had plainly been thinking about you a lot. He wanted to see you again. He asked me if I would be upset with him if he were gay.” I gulped. The man paused and studied me again. Was this it? Was I going to pay the price for this man’s anger at his son coming out to him? Was I going to be the object of blame?

“I might deny having said this to you, son” he said, his voice quiet and his tone soft. “In my youth I played around just as Craig has done. I often wonder what my life would have been like if I had spent it with the boy I loved instead of the girl my father selected for me. Now don’t misunderstand me, I have grown to love my wife very much indeed...... but I do sometimes wonder. He had the largest blue eyes too, just like yours.” He smiled and his own eyes took on a glassy sheen.

“I have spoken to your masters and attempted to buy your debt to free you. For reasons I may not disclose I am unable to. I believe things will be made clear to you in due course. With or without my intervention you will be free soon enough and on that basis I have two things to say to you.”

I was shocked and intrigued all at once. At some point someone was going to tell me everything and stop surprising me with tiny fragments of the puzzle. Apparently not today though.

“First, I want to thank you for your grace in the face of young Jeremy’s behaviour and his apology. I know what you risked on that day and in here, too, this evening. What you have said and what you did takes strength of character the like of which I rarely see. I know you’ve had a tougher life than many. At the very least you should know that your struggles have helped to forge a fine young man.”

“Second, I want you to know that if you choose to see my son again, you have my blessing.

He stood as if to leave. I stood too, my legs feeling wobbly. I didn’t know what to say. I had imagined that, no matter what Craig had said, there was no way that a powerful, wealthy family would allow someone like to me to be involved with the son and heir.

“Out with it” he said, his tone still soft. “Speak freely, please”.

“I..... I just.......” I stammered. “Surely you do not want Craig to be mixing with a......a...... boy who was.......” I was struggling to finish, to say the words that I needed to say.

“You mean an ex-sex slave whore.....?” He asked, and he smiled broadly at me, his eyes sparkling.

My eyes went wide with shock. I nodded. “Yes, sir” I said. I could see he was playing with me, but I wasn't expecting it.

“Ha!” He exclaimed with genuine humour. “We have had worse in the family tree, believe me. But look, you’re right of course, in some ways, even if that is a very unfair assessment of what and who you are. Will there be outcry from certain factions in my family if Craig comes out as gay? Yes. Will that outcry become unbearable if the two of you were to...... how do you young people say it? Hook up? Also yes.” He was smiling broadly still, almost grinning. “But I simply do not care. In fact you can bet your life that I will have enormous fun with it.” He chuckled, revealing more of a fun-loving personality than I would have guessed at. “Craig is a good boy and I love him dearly. I want him to be happy, as any father should want for his son. I can see why a handsome, generous, smart young man like you would make him happy. If I were thirty years younger I might give you a run for your money myself!” He laughed.

“Ah, but I'm ahead of myself. I don't want to push you two together. I’m simply saying.... you do what you will and leave the family to me, ok?”

I nodded again. “Yes, sir”. I said. I think I was in shock.

“I’m a good judge of character” he said thoughtfully. “It comes with the territory. I confess that I don’t know what you think of yourself but I will tell you what I think about you in case it helps you. You have something about you, young man. A kind of inner strength that is both unusual and fascinating. Craig sees certain attributes in you that he wants to emulate and I like that. It’s good for him to have something to aspire to. I am sure you’re told frequently that you are physically attractive so I won’t repeat it, but there’s something charismatic about you too. Something quite genuine. Just remember, you’re not some third-rate hooker. Your circumstances are not of your choosing. I am sorry that I could not do more for you. Maybe I'll have the opportunity at another time.”

I had no words. I couldn't speak. He wanted Craig to emulate me…..?

He smiled a warm, generous smile that reminded me of Craig. . “Then I shall bid you a good evening” he said, and he left.

I went to sit back on the bed. There was a lot to think about there and I needed time and some space to get my head around it all. However, within a few minutes Mister Connor was at the open door, knocking.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. “The client just left. When I asked him the usual questions he made it quite clear that he wasn't here for...... well, for that”.

I looked at Mister Connor. I needed to talk, so I ushered him in and I told him everything. By the end his eyebrows were raised and he whistled.

“Young man, your life is a rollercoaster, that’s for sure. But I think you’re asking me a question that I simply cannot answer” he said and we both knew he was talking about why Mister St.John was not able to buy me out of my grandfather’s debt.

I smiled. “Can’t or won't?” I asked.

Mister Connor chuckled. “Both, actually.” He said. “I don't have the full story, but yes I know there is one. If I did know it, I am under strict instructions not to speak with you about it. Instructions I am breaking right now, in fact”.

“Master will tell me, if I ask him, surely?” I said.

“No, he won't” said Mister Connor. I glanced over at him. “Your final client is the second day after the party. No-one will discuss this topic with you until then. Now I have said too much.” He got up to leave.

“I understand Mister Connor” I said. I didn’t want him to feel bad. “I don’t want you to get in trouble on my account.”

He turned back to me. “I will have to speak with Master Johns and let him know what St.John said to you. I’m sorry, I have no choice”. He looked unhappy at the prospect.

“Master Johns already knows” said Master Johns from the doorway. “I got back early. I wondered if St.John would say something to make my life more difficult!” He was grinning broadly despite my frown and Mister Connor's stern look.

Master closed the door and sat on the bed. He glanced from me to Mister Connor and back again. He was struggling to keep the broad grin from his face. He’d seemed happier since our night out together and spent every moment he was with me making jokes and playing around. Apparently today was no different despite the serious topic of conversation. I was starting to get angry with him. I might not have an issue with my life as it was right now, but it would be nice to know the truth of what was going on and why I was here.

“I wonder, Master, if I might point out that this is my life that we’re finding so bloody funny!” I said, semi-politely. I was getting worked up and was prepared to risk Master’s anger. I was frowning heavily at him.

Master simply burst out laughing. He obviously found my irritation very amusing. Mister Connor looked deeply uncomfortable. Eventually Master managed to bring his laugher under control. He wiped a tear from his eye and looked at us both again. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking anything but sorry. “Look,” he said, looking at me now. “Do you trust me?”

I knew he was going to ask that. It was his fall-back position for anything he didn't want to explain. In the face of what Mister St.John had said it was wearing thin. I decided to tell him so.

“You know I do.” I said. “And that's not fair. You always talk about trust when something like this comes up but you’re always pretty light on details!” I said. I was trying to stay relatively calm and reasonable but it was hard work.

Mister Connor tucked in his shirt and pulled his sleeves up, something I had noticed was a sign of nerves. “I’m going to leave you two alone, but I must say, Master Johns, and without wishing to be disrespectful, I must say that I agree with the boy.” He nodded once to me and he left, leaving Master’s mouth hanging open.

I smiled a little. I knew that it would have taken a lot for Mister Connor to stand up to Master like that. It was nice of him and I appreciated it.

“Typical” said Master. “You’ve turned my own people against me. Worst damn sex slave in history!” He said. He lay back on the bed, his head in his hands.

I jumped on him and beat his chest with my fists, sending him into fits of laughter again. It was infectious this time and I started laughing too. He grabbed me, flipped me onto my back, and sat on me. He pinned my arms to the bed and leaned in for a kiss.

“Two things you should know” he said, still grinning broadly. “The first is that you are never going to be big enough, not ever.” He winked at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. It was true though, Master was a big, strong guy and I suspected he was pretty tough and I...... well, I wasn’t.

“You are infuriating!” I shouted at him, unable to move. My anger was real, but Master’s good humour was infectious. It really was infuriating.

“I’m sorry. But you are really, really funny when you're angry!” He said. I wriggled around trying to break free, determined to beat him to death with a pillow.

“Aaaggghhhhh!” I shouted in frustration. “You're so annoying!”

Master just laughed again. “I know” and he tickled me, sending me squirming. We play-fought all over the bed, tickling, punching, slapping and generally being very silly with each other. Eventually we both lay back breathing heavily, his laughter now spent and my anger melting away.

“Ok, I'll do you a deal” Master said to me. “If it means so much to you, you can have one single question and I'll answer it.” He interrupted me as I started to speak immediately. “Ah! Be careful though. You have to agree to one question only, no follow-ups. And my guess is that you won't like that. You won't like the answer either, at least not in isolation of all the information. So perhaps you’ll decide to just trust me after all?”

I thought about that. I knew he was right but I couldn't wait. So, knowing I might regret this, I asked: “Why wasn’t Mister St.John able to buy me out of my grandfather's debt?” I said.

I was laying on my back looking at the ceiling. Master rolled over to me, propped himself up and looked me in the eye. He seemed to be deciding whether to actually answer. He sighed deeply, resigned to do as he promised. I raised my eyebrow at him and he answered. “Because there is no debt to repay.” He said quietly. “And now you’ll have to wait for me to explain that, because you're getting nothing more out of me until the day Pavel frees you.”

That revelation left me in a spin. “No debt?” I said, incredulous. “But that’s the whole premise of why I am in this position! How can there be no debt? Tell me, you big hairy lump!” I sat up and poked his shoulder as I spoke.

Master took both my arms, held them at my sides, and then pushed me back on the bed. He straddled me again. “Such rudeness from my slave. Now, if your behaviour doesn’t improve I shall have no option but to spank you, you naughty little boy” he said, smirking. “I told you that you wouldn't like the answer and I told you I wouldn't be sharing any more information.”

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. “You wouldn't dare spank me!” I said. “Now tell me what I want to know!” I had hardly finished speaking when he expertly flipped me onto my front and yanked my jogging pants down. He made some flippant comment about “nice underpants” before swatting my bottom.

“I hate you!” I shouted.

He swatted me again and again, not enough to hurt but enough to feel it. It was playful and he chuckled to himself as he did it. “No, you don’t” he said.

“I do!” I said, now sulking.

He flipped me over again and kissed me. I couldn't help but kiss him back.

“No, you don’t” he said.

“Yes, I do!” I answered. But I was already losing my passion for the fight. Master had started tracing his hand down my body to where I was getting hard. He pushed my legs open with his hand and cupped my private parts.

“I don’t think you hate me. You just dislike me right now. There's a difference.” He smiled and kissed me. “I bet I can make you like me again”.

“If your explanation isn’t spectacularly good.......” I started to say, but I was interrupted by Master’s lips on mine and hands that started removing my underwear.

We played around for the longest time before he finally fucked me. By then I wanted him badly. It turned out he was right, he could make me like him again.

By the time we had finished I could only just recall why I was cross with him, but those feelings had melted away. I guess, when I thought about it, I didn’t really care that much anyway at this point. I was starting to worry more about what would happen next. I didn’t want to give up this life. Now, more than ever, I felt like I fitted in. I was also wondering how I would react when grandfather came back into my life. I wasn’t sure I wanted that. In fact, I was pretty sure I didn’t want that. The stupid old man could go to hell.

“Is there really no debt?” I said. My anger was gone and my voice was calm. It had lost that edge. Master cupped my face with his hand. He straightened my fringe and traced his hand over my shoulder.

“No” he said simply. I didn’t respond but after a short pause he offered a little more. “We will tell you everything,” he said. “Whether we were right or wrong, we had - have - our reasons. I know I am asking a lot. But please trust me. I promise you, I will not let you down, okay?”

Screw it, I thought. The explanation would get here when it got here. I snuggled into Master’s warmth and dozed off.

to be continued.....

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