Goody episode 2
- 2 years ago
- 30
- 0
A Good ServantChapter 6 free porn video
Cory stood still, to let his assailant know he had no intention to fight. Slowly, the hand on his mouth moved away.
“I cannot open the cage,” he whispered, trying to rein in his trembling. “Master has the key. And even if you could get away, how far do you think you can get? Without any clothes, sticking out like that? You won’t make it too far. Master is home, by the way.”
The slave seemed to ponder, his arms going a bit slack. “I guess there’s more to you than just your looks. So, now should I just let you go and alert your master?”
Soft lips caressed Cory’s ears. He’d seen much better and more sophisticated attempts at manipulating him. His heart was beating wildly, but for once, he wanted to do what his own brain dictated.
“No, I won’t.”
“Really?” the lips continued touching his ear. “I can make it worth your while.”
“I am ... really not interested in that. But I hate seeing a free man as you locked in a cage. Let me down, and we could talk.”
The slave released him, and then watched Cory as the servant was picking up the spilled food.
“Who are you?” Cory asked.
“My name?”
“That would be a start.”
“I am Ayn.”
“There are few free men in Drena. Are you from another city?”
“No, I am ... from far away.”
“How did you become a slave?”
“They caught me. I’m robbing their transports for years, so I guess it’s only natural to pay what’s due,” Ayn shook his head while laughing, mostly to himself.
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, since you’re not going to rat me out, I think I’ll stick around here for a while.”
“If you earn master’s trust, he will let you out of the cage.”
“You’re sure? He seems to be a class A pervert to me. I think he likes it that I’m trapped like this. It makes him feel almighty and shit. The problem is that staying locked up makes a bit crazy. I was going to wait a bit more and be on my best behavior.”
“I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, just let our master do what he wants. I will try to convince him that it’s not good for your health to keep you like this.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“Don’t you see?” Cory smiled. “I am nothing but a servant. But by helping you, I can do something different from what I usually do. Something that may be just a bit more meaningful than everything else I do in my position.”
“Oh, ok. I guess,” the youth shrugged.
The door opened, and both fell silent. With a frown, Xavier noticed the spilled food.
“What happened?”
“I stumbled and trashed the tray. I am so sorry, master,” Cory bowed. “I was just cleaning up.”
“Alright. Don’t fret. How’s our guest of honor doing?” Xavier got closer to the cage and touched the bars, as he looked at the beautiful slave locked inside, who was watching him with apprehension.
“I think he could use some time outside the cage,” Cory said simply. “He needs a thorough bathing, and also to move around for a bit. He is going to lose muscle mass if kept like this for too long.”
Cory was perfectly calm as he said all that. Xavier seemed to think it over for a while, but then, for a moment that stretched to eternity, in Cory’s mind, he spoke.
“Alright. Shackle him. Then let’s take a bath together.”
A short, meaningful look was exchanged between Cory and Ayn.
~A Good Servant~
With his hands bound together in the front, the slave could not do much. Cory helped him get inside the bathtub, while he was completely naked himself. Xavier watched them with burning eyes.
“What’s your educated guess, Cory, now that you have seen plenty of slaves used for pleasure: has this one been used before?”
“I don’t think so, master. He is still uncomfortable with being touched.”
“Good,” Xavier smiled and dropped the dark silk robe he was wearing to descend in the in-ground bathtub.
Cory made Ayn sit, and started pouring water over his beautiful black hair. The brunet laughed as water got into his eyes. He shook his head, splashing water everywhere. Xavier laid back, relaxed, and watched his servant going about his business. Above the water, the beautiful curve of Cory’s ass made his organ stir. His arrangement with Lucas had yet to be detailed, and he was not a man of postponed pleasures. In front of him, two gorgeous young bodies, one golden, another dark, were inviting him to take over and prove himself as master.
Cory was manipulating the slave, making sure to wash him everywhere. Ayn had to get up, to allow Cory to clean his lower part of the body. When hands filled with soap suds rubbed against his buttocks, he jolted. Xavier smiled, amused. As the servant knelt in the water to wash the dark youth’s front, he gasped.
Cory stopped to look at his master. “Is there anything wrong, master?” he asked dutifully.
“No, not at all. Just finish your job.”
“All done,” Cory got up, waiting for orders.
“Kiss him,” Xavier ordered curtly.
Almond shaped eyes flinched for a split of a second. The master of the house looked at the young slave, a bit pensive.
Cory grabbed Ayn’s neck gently and clamped their mouths together. With his hands bound, the slave could not do much, but whimper woefully, as his lips were slowly kissed, with infinite tenderness.
Xavier got up and grabbed both young men’s asses with his strong hands. His erection was standing up proudly, and he pushed it between the slender bodies, enjoying the warmth and the friction. Being taller than both, his weapon of choice was practically getting a full-length massage from the boys’ taut belly muscles.
Never a man to wait being served, he moved his right hands from Cory’s buttocks to the servant’s golden hair. He used his leverage to have the blond move his head, and let his master ravage his mouth.
Xavier’s left hand grabbed a fistful of dark hair, mirroring its sibling’s wanderings. The brunet, unlike Cory, seemed caught unawares, as the master abandoned the servant’s pliant lips, to attack less responsive ones.
Cory was slowly caressing Ayn’s back, to assure him. He knew Xavier could be a good lover, but he could feel how tense the slave was. He watched as the master was kissing Ayn with brute force. There was a war of dominance there Xavier hadn’t had to fight when taking Cory. But a slave made from a free man was a totally different matter.
“Show him,” Xavier demanded, without even taking his eyes off his prize, as he interrupted the kiss.
The brunet was breathing heavily, his eyes at half must. He was sensitive alright, Xavier mused. Trained well, he could quickly become a fantastic lover.
“What, master?” Cory asked, licking his lips unconsciously.
“How to suck my cock properly. I think there is no better teacher than you.”
Ayn was pushed to his knees, while Cory knelt on his own accord. He touched his master’s engorged organ and pushed the skin downwards to give the head an experimental lick. He gently guided the majestic cock towards Ayn. The brunet was staring at him, his eyes wide. He blinked and pursed his lips; then he grabbed the brunet’s neck to get him closer. He didn’t like it, either, to force the brunet like that, but it meant more time outside the cage and making his master more lenient towards the slave’s condition.
Reluctantly, the slave mimicked Cory’s move and licked the head a little. He withdrew with a small grimace, but Cory caught him and kissed him. He guided their entwined mouths towards the master’s cock. Ayn seemed more accepting of taking Xavier’s cock into his mouth, as Cory coaxed him.
Now Xavier could feel it, the glorious feeling of having two young mouths, one skillful, with perfect training, one inexperienced, reluctant, but more and more willing. Tongues and lips were now playing with his shaft, but his need was growing stronger, and he wanted nothing more but to stick his hardness in something hot and wet, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Let him do it,” he ordered shortly, and Cory hesitantly withdrew.
Xavier grabbed the dark head and pushed through silky lips, only to be met with resistance. The young man writhed and tried to push against the invasion, but his bound hands didn’t allow him too much freedom to move and fight the assault on his mouth.
The master could not care less now what the slave was feeling or thinking. Cory watched, biting his lips, as Ayn tried to fight back, to no avail. Soon enough, his nape was against the edge of the bathtub, and his mouth was forced to open, his throat made to accommodate the large cock.
Without thinking much, he rose and embraced his master from behind. His hands traveled to the base of the man’s cock to pull back.
“What are you... ?” Xavier whispered angrily, and Cory sank his teeth into his master’s shoulder, licking the bite and sucking at it right away.
“Take me, master, please,” he begged in a sultry voice. “I cannot ... anymore...”
“Cory, you slut,” his master chided him, but he let go of his prey, who immediately started to gasp for air and cough.
Xavier’s eyes were burning darkly. Cory felt fear nestling in the pit of his stomach. The servant was turned roughly, pushed with his buttocks up, his chest resting on the edge. Cory took a deep breath. He knew that was going to hurt and voiced his pain, as Xavier impaled him without caring for any lubrication.
Fawn
- 14.12.2021
- 15
- 0
