“You’re mine,” Dryas growled, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him from the bed. “Did you honestly think anyone else would want you?”
Kieran gasped, grimacing against the pain as he was thrown violently to the floor. He looked up at the man, realizing he was back in the basement where he had lived for three years.
“I knew she’d get tired of you,” Dryas continued. “It was only a matter of time. She begged me to buy you back.”
Kieran moved as far back against the wall as he could. He knew the mood his owner was in. He knew what that meant for him.
Charis didn’t want him. She’d sold him back to Dryas, to be beaten, starved, left tied up in that basement for the rest of his life.
“You thought your pretty face would make her like you? You thought that would make you valuable enough for her to want to keep you? What a fool you are.”
Kieran whimpered as his owner reached for him, roughly positioning him on all fours.
“You’re going to remember who owns you,” Dryas snarled in his ear. “Whenever you think about that mothax bitch, you’re going to feel me inside you, and you’re going to remember that she didn’t want you.”
Tears pricked his eyes, and he tried to think about the feel of Charis’ fingers inside him, tried to think about the touch of her hand.
“Domina,” he murmured, sobbing. No, she couldn’t have sold him. She couldn’t have given him back to the man who had tortured him. It couldn’t be true.
But the pain of his owner’s cock forcing its way inside him shattered every other thought in his mind.
He screamed, bolting upright, his chest tight and his breath coming in ragged gasps. It took a long few moments for him to register the fact that he was in his bed, in his room, in Charis’ house.
But Charis wasn’t there. She’d left after he’d fallen asleep.
He was alone. Gods, she’d left him alone.
Dryas was right. Kieran could still feel him. He could still feel the things Dryas had done inside him.
He cringed and lied back down, curling up, pulling the blanket tight around him. But no matter what he did, he could still feel Dryas invading him.
“Domina,” he murmured, shutting his eyes tight and crying into the pillow. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was Dryas’ face above him, grunting as he fucked him.
He sobbed, trying to push that image out of his mind. But nothing worked.
“Domina,” he cried, clutching the blankets close, desperate to feel something other than Dryas’ hands on him and his cock inside him.
Charis’ voice surprised him, and he looked up to see her walking into his room, her brow furrowed with concern. She hurried into the room and sat down on the bed beside him, reaching down to cup his face.
“Kieran, what’s the matter, love?”
Oh gods, had he woken her?
“I’m sorry, Domina,” he sobbed, moving closer to her. She quickly pulled him into her lap, running her fingers through his hair and caressing his face.
“It’s alright, you have nothing to be sorry about. What’s wrong?”
“I… I had a bad dream.”
Kieran hesitated, moving closer to her, clinging to her waist.
“It’s alright, love. You’re safe, I’m here. Tell me.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. “You sold me back to Lord Roubanis,” he whispered shakily. “He threw me back into the basement. He told me he’s the only one who would ever want me. He… he…”
“Shh,” Charis murmured, kissing him gently. “You’re mine. Dryas will never, ever touch you again. He’ll never be able to hurt you again.”
Kieran shook his head. “I can still feel him,” he whispered.
“He’s gone. He has no power over you anymore.”
He couldn’t stop the sobs. “He’s still inside me.”
“No, he’s far away. And you’re forever out of his reach.”
Kieran cringed, sobbing harder. “He’ll always own me. He’ll always be inside me.”
“Love, I’m here. I’m going to protect you.”
He sobbed frantically, cringing as he felt Dryas inside him. “I… I can’t…”
“You’re mine, Kieran. I will protect you from him. I’ll protect you from anyone who wants to hurt you.”
“But you weren’t here!” he cried.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were a mistake. Moaning through his tears, he pulled away from her and knelt at her feet in an attempt to apologize for his rude outburst.
He heard her sigh above him, then felt her hand on his head. “I’m here now,” she said softly. “Come back up here. Lie down with me.”
Sniffling, he did as he was told, eagerly retreating into her arms as she lied down on the bed with him.
“You’re not alone,” she murmured. “I’m right here. I’ll stay here all night. And I’ll be here, holding you, when you wake up.”
“Are you alright?”
He nodded. They were both quiet for a moment, then, his heart pounding, Kieran found the courage to speak.
“Why haven’t you punished me for misbehaving?”
“Because you haven’t misbehaved.”
“But… But just now… I raised my voice.”
Charis sighed, and kissed the top of his head. “Sometimes the message is more important than the delivery,” she told him. “You needed me, you needed to feel like you weren’t abandoned, and that was the only way you knew how to tell me. I’ll teach you how to tell me what you need, but I’m not going to punish you for not knowing how.”
“But I’m a slave. Why does it matter what I need?”
“Because you’re not just a slave,” she told him. “You’re a person, a man. And you have a beautiful spirit that I want to see come out. Not all slave owners are cruel, Kieran. You’re going to meet quite a few people who would never dream of abusing their slaves the way Dryas abused you. Helots that are happy and fulfilled make better slaves. Their lives improve because their owners love them. And because their owners love them, they aren’t euthanized or sold to the State at 35. That’s what I want for you, Kieran. That’s the life I want you to have. I want you to be loved. Cherished. Taken care of.”
Kieran sighed, nestling in close to her, savoring the feel of her arms around him. He closed his eyes and imagined the kind of life she described, and fell asleep to the image of the future she painted for him.
When he woke up, sunlight streamed through the windows, and sure enough, Charis was there, still holding him. Kieran looked up at her face, studying her the way he didn’t have the courage to when she was awake.
She really was beautiful.
His heart pounding, he moved closer to her and nuzzled her neck, kissing her the way he saw Rowyn kiss her, that she had seemed to enjoy.
She stirred, then became alert, a hand going to his throat, claiming his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Kieran gasped, surprised that she would kiss him. But it wasn’t unpleasant, the way she boldly explored his mouth, gentle but brooking no argument and allowing no hesitation.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she pulled away, now fully awake. For a split second, there was a look of confusion and surprise on her face, then she laughed.
“Kieran,” she said cheerfully. “Sorry, I thought you were Rowyn.”
Kieran was surprised by her apology. “I’m yours, Domina,” he told her, confused. “My body is yours. My mouth is yours.”
Charis was quiet for a moment, studying his face. “Do you prefer men or women?” she asked suddenly.
The question took him by surprise, but it didn’t frighten him the way it did last time she’d asked. “Women don’t scare me as much,” he admitted. “They usually don’t beat me or hurt me the way men do.”
“That’s understandable, but it’s not the same thing,” Charis said. “Try to put abusive men out of your mind, and think only of physical attraction.”
Kieran closed his eyes, trying to obey her. He didn’t think about Dryas, or about anyone who used him before Charis bought him. Instead, he thought of Charis’ body, her exquisite beauty, and he thought of Taber, and Rowyn. He thought of how much he had loved watching Taber eagerly take a cock in both holes. He thought of how Rowyn’s cock had felt and tasted in his mouth.
He imagined Rowyn gently bending him over, holding him down as he slowly but thoroughly claimed every inch of him. He imagined being in Taber’s place, between Rowyn and Cullen.
Gasping, his eyes shot open, and he looked to Charis, a look of frantic helplessness on his face.
Oh gods, he did have a preference. And it wasn’t her.
That’s what he’d been afraid of.
“Domina,” he whispered, almost pleading, his heart pounding.
Gods, he’d let that part of himself be acknowledged, and found that he did have a preference. And his owner wasn’t his preference.
What was he going to do?
“Hey, it’s alright,” she assured him. “It’s alright to prefer one over the other. I’m not angry at you for preferring men. Hell, I’m married to a man who prefers men. It’s alright.”
“I’m yours, Domina,” he said quickly, reaching for her. “You’re beautiful, and kind, and I love being yours, and I love you, and I want to serve you. I want to please you any way I can. I want to make you happy. I… I want to kiss you, Domina. Please, let me service you. Anything you want. I’m yours. You saved me. I want to be perfect for you. Everything you want.”
His voice and his begging became more and more desperate, until Charis finally silenced him with another deep kiss.
This time, he didn’t remain still. He melted into her, yielding completely to her, silently begging her for more.
She laughed, pulling away from him. “Come on,” she told him. “You can bathe me, instead.”
Kieran couldn’t keep the disappointment from his face, and Charis laughed again when she saw it. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll use you again soon.”
“Yes, Domina,” he said, following her out of the bedroom and into the master bathroom. Once there, he drew the bath the same way he’d seen her do it for him. While the tub filled up, he went to the linen closet and pulled out some soft towels, setting them on the edge of the tub.
Next came the bottle of sweet-smelling bath oil.
“You’ve been paying attention,” she said approvingly.
Kieran blushed. “Yes, Domina,” he answered, reaching to help her out of her nightgown.
Just as he did the first time he saw her undressed, he couldn’t take her eyes off her body. It wasn’t so much sexual, but he certainly had a healthy appreciation for her beauty.
All Spartans were beautiful when naked, of course. With physical fitness being such a big part of their culture, most had bodies that inspired awe. Dryas had been toned and fit, as had all his friends.
His new owner was no different. She looked incredible, and somehow, the dark scars lacing their way across her pale flesh made her even more beautiful. Her long, blonde hair tumbled down her back in soft waves, almost reaching her waist.
She was all grace and strength as she stepped into the tub, sighing as she sank down into the water. Kieran got in after her, sitting down beside her and tentatively pressing the washcloth to her back, letting the warm water trail down her skin.
They were quiet as he bathed her, aside from her gentle guidance and appreciative sighs.
Kieran enjoyed being close to her. True, he was more sexually attracted to men, but there was no doubt in his mind that he loved her. She’d saved him, she’d rescued him from Dryas, the man who had beaten him and degraded him.
She was gentle with him, and kind to him, and treated him like a human being.
Gods, it was still such a foreign idea, to think of himself as a man. Would he ever get used to that?
Would he ever get used to the way she talked to him? The way she smiled at him?
As if she cared about him?
She’d given so much to him already. He would give everything to her.
She gave him dignity, and the ability to take pride in his service. Everything he was, he would give to her.
He was telling the truth when he said he loved her. He loved her, with everything he had. And he always would.
So he would spend the rest of his life showing her how much he loved her. And how grateful he was that she had saved him.
A sudden knock on the door startled him.
“Yes?” Charis called.
The door opened and Cullen stepped in.
“Good morning, Domina,” he greeted.
“Good morning, love,” Charis said.
“Elan’s on the phone,” he told her.
“He said you’d asked him to call when the caterer got in.”
She raised a brow. “They’re there already?”
Charis rose to her feet and stepped out of the tub, into the soft blue robe that Cullen held out for her. She looked back to Kieran as she tied the sash around her waist.
“Thank you, pet,” she told him. “Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up.”
“I could help him, if you want,” Cullen said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He winked at Kieran.
Charis paused, then looked back to Kieran. She saw the blush in his cheeks, the shy, embarrassed smile, and grinned. “You’re insatiable,” she muttered.
“That’s not a no, Domina,” Cullen pointed out.
“No, it’s not.”
“So I can play with the toy?”
Kieran’s face flamed even hotter, and he lowered his eyes, unable to meet Cullen’s hungry, lustful, playful gaze. His heart pounded, waiting to hear Charis’ answer. The strange thing, though, was that he couldn’t decide whether he hoped she’d say yes, or no.
“Go ahead,” she said after a moment. “Gently.”
Cullen’s smile widened. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Only his mouth,” she told him. “Don’t touch his ass.”
He nodded. “Yes, Domina.”
Kieran’s heart pounded as she left the room, leaving the two of them alone. Cullen looked to him and grinned jovially.
“Let’s take a shower,” he said.
Wordlessly, Kieran followed him into the shower, watching as he removed his tunic and turned the water on. But he hesitated when he looked back and saw the expression on Kieran’s face.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
Unable to hold his gaze, Kieran’s eyes dropped. “A little,” he whispered.
“Hey, you don’t have to be nervous,” Cullen assured him. “It’s alright. Come on, I’ll suck your dick first, how about that?”
Kieran stayed quiet, unsure of how to react to that. No one had ever put their mouth on his cock before. He was nervous and scared, but also curious. He had given enough blowjobs, he wondered what receiving one would feel like.
“Come on, get in.”
Cullen took his hand and pulled him under the water, claiming his mouth with a deep, authoritative kiss as the water spilled over them. His hands roamed across Kieran’s body, exploring every inch of him as his tongue explored his mouth.
“Gods, you’re so fucking hot,” Cullen said breathlessly, pulling away. “I can’t wait to taste your ass, as well as your mouth.”
Kieran blushed, his cock surging at the idea. “Y-you can,” he whispered.
Cullen kissed him again, then, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulled his head back, exposing his neck. “No,” he answered. “Domina said not to touch your ass. But the rest of your body… That’s all free range.”
Kieran gasped as Cullen lowered his head to kiss his neck, pinning him against the shower wall as his lips and hands roamed across his body.
He whimpered when Cullen’s hand went to his cock.
Cullen smiled. “What, you like this?” he asked, gently teasing him.
“Yes,” Kieran murmured, moaning as Cullen kept him pinned with one hand around his throat, the other hand slowly stroking him.
“You want more of this?”
The hand on his cock disappeared, and Kieran couldn’t stop the soft whine from escaping him. Then, he felt Cullen’s lips at his ear.
“Beg for it,” he whispered.
Kieran gasped as the command sent an unexpected chill down his spine. “Please,” he begged. “Please, Cullen. Please, touch me.”
Cullen chuckled softly, waiting just a moment before gripping Kieran’s cock again. The moan that escaped the boy fueled his own desire.
“You are not to move,” he ordered, taking his earlobe in his teeth. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Kieran gasped.
Cullen smiled, then began kissing his way down Kieran’s body. The moans and adorable little gasps turned him on even more, and he almost laughed at Kieran’s reaction when he took a nipple into his mouth.
This would be too easy.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, reminding Kieran before moving further down the boy’s body.
The poor thing was trembling by the time Cullen got to his hips. But his cock was rock hard, throbbing, and dripping.
Cullen put his finger against the tip of Kieran’s cock, gathering the bead of precum that hung from it, then reached up, pushing his finger into the wet, eager mouth above him.
Then, after Kieran had obediently sucked his finger clean, Cullen turned his attention to the boy’s cock.
And noticed just how much he was trembling. He hesitated for a moment.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” Kieran stammered.
“Have you ever had your dick sucked before?”
Kieran’s face flamed hot. “No.”
Ah, so that would explain the trembling.
Cullen smiled, changing his strategy a bit. “You’re still not allowed to move,” he said.
He went slow, kissing Kieran’s thighs, his abdomen, his hips. Then, he turned his attention to the throbbing cock. But he didn’t go fast, like he’d originally planned. No, this was Kieran’s first time. Cullen wanted it to be memorable.
Instead, he licked it slowly, from base to tip, savoring the shuddering moans and soft whimpers that set his own cock on fire. Then, he licked it again around the head.
“Cullen,” Kieran moaned, worried that his knees were going to buckle.
Suddenly, he felt soft lips, a wet tongue, and a warm mouth around his cock, and he very nearly screamed. He would’ve collapsed, had Cullen not been holding him up.
Easily, the larger man caught him, lowering him down to the floor of the shower. Once he was lying on his back, Cullen went back to his cock.
“Cullen!” Kieran exclaimed, crying out as Cullen took his cock back in his mouth.
Cullen took his time, using long, slow movements. He wanted this to last, and Kieran’s body was easy enough to read to control when he would cum. He had to be careful, though. It wasn’t going to take much to bring the boy to that edge.
But no, not yet. This was his first time, his first blowjob, and he was delightfully expressive, his little gasps and moans so damn hot. Cullen’s own cock hung heavy between his legs, wet and throbbing, waiting to claim the boy’s mouth, to feel every inch of it.
Kieran’s body writhed and squirmed on its own, completely independent of conscious thought. He moaned as his pleasure mounted, as Cullen expertly brought him to the edge and held him there.
“Cullen,” he gasped on a ragged sob of need. “Please.”
Cullen smiled inwardly, keeping Kieran on that razor edge for just a moment longer before letting him fall from it. The boy arched his back and screamed, every muscle tensed, as he came harder than he ever had before.
His head swam, and he was barely aware of Cullen moving up his body, until he was on all fours above him. He claimed his mouth again, and Kieran was surprised when Cullen pushed the cum into his mouth. “Swallow it all,” he commanded softly. “That’s a good boy.”
Kieran obeyed, seeing double, barely able to comprehend what Cullen was saying.
Cullen rewarded him by kissing him again, hard and deep, then moving to kneel above him. He put one hand on the back of Kieran’s head, holding him tenderly, and used the other hand to push the tip of his cock against Kieran’s lips.
“Open,” he said softly. His eyes still glazed, he obeyed, and Cullen pushed his cock deep into the warm, waiting mouth.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered, thrusting smoothly into the boy’s mouth. “Gods, you feel amazing. That’s good, suck it deep. Take all of it. All the way.”
Kieran moaned, his head still swimming, his tongue sliding across the cock as it moved in and out, fucking his mouth thoroughly and deeply.
“Fuck,” Cullen moaned, grunting as his thrusts became a bit harder, pounding the back of Kieran’s throat. “You’re going to make me cum.”
Kieran tightened his lips even more around Cullen’s cock, wanting to intensify the orgasm. His eyes watered from the deepthroating, but he found he actually liked it. Cullen was authoritative and firm, and didn’t give Kieran room to hesitate, but he wasn’t overly rough. He wasn’t trying to hurt Kieran.
“Gods,” Cullen murmured. “I’m going to cum.”
Seconds later, Cullen shoved his cock as far into Kieran’s mouth as it would go, gagging the boy as he pumped him full of cum. He moaned as he held Kieran in place against his body, the whole of his cock in the boy’s mouth.
When the waves of his orgasm ebbed, he pulled out of Kieran’s mouth and looked down at him. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good,” Kieran replied, panting, still dazed from his own orgasm.
Cullen grinned. “Can you stand?”
“I think so.”
“Well come on, get up. We’ve still got to actually take a shower.”