Body Slave

by Samantha Cayto

  Oliver snorted with amusement before schooling his face to a passive expression again. “Thank you, Master.”

  Ben just rolled his eyes. Damn, every once in a while, Oliver let his guard down enough to remind Ben of those few blissful days they’d shared. Despite everything they’d almost forgotten one of them was enslaved, or at least Ben had. Maybe he expected too much to think Oliver had ever felt like he was something more than a thing to be owned.

  After a few minutes of quiet, steady eating, Ben remembered he had some good news to share.

  “Hey, I meant to tell you that I finalized the paperwork yesterday for your sister.”

  Startled eyes looked up at him. “My sister?”

  Ben licked sauce off his thumb. “Yeah, remember I promised you I would buy her when she’s of age? Well, I had my lawyer contact the brokerage house to track your old master down and make an offer. We signed a purchase agreement that guarantees she’s mine as soon as she turns eighteen. I gave him a deposit and everything. My lawyer assures me it’s watertight. Now it’s just a matter of time. And, I’ve set up visitation rights for both your mother and your sister, starting next Saturday. We’ll have to go there, but eventually they may be able to come here. Your sister will certainly live here once ownership has been transferred. I figure we can use the third bedroom for storage for a few years then she can have it.”

  He didn’t mention that he hoped the second bedroom would stay the office he had currently set up because Oliver would continue to share a room with him. He thought it, though, as he watched Oliver’s face light up with joy.

  “Thank you, Master!” He made a move as if he were going to hug Ben then checked it. Ben hid his disappointment. Oliver’s expression turned more somber. “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind, given that I may not be living with you for long.”

  Seriously? Tired and emotional from the big move, Ben’s patience snapped before he could stop it. Tossing his napkin down, he pushed his chair back. “Oh my freaking God! Only you think this isn’t permanent. How many times do I have to tell you that I am not giving you up?”

  “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Oliver replied in a quiet voice.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Ben muttered, standing up and grabbing the pizza box. Dinner was over as far as he was concerned. They’d both benefit from some sleep. When Oliver tried to beat him to it, Ben slapped his hand away.

  “Knock it off, I’m cleaning the table. You go get ready for bed.” He didn’t even wait to see if he obeyed. Of course he did.

  He took the time to do it right, leaving no rubbish or dirty dishes lying around. No sense in starting out in his new home by leaving more of a mess. There were a couple of slices of pizza left, so maybe that would be the start of breakfast in the morning. He wasn’t as familiar with this town as he was with his own and it might take a while to find a diner that would allow slaves. God, he really hated his father and the world at large each time he realized all over again the constraints on him and Oliver.

  With one last satisfied look at his place, he turned off the lights and wandered to the bedroom. Oliver lay on his designated side of the bed already, watching him warily. Ben said nothing as there was nothing to say. He went straight to the bathroom. He felt kind of sticky with the exertions of the day, so he hopped into the shower. The water was hot and the pressure great. Efficient as usual, Oliver had already stocked it with soap. Ben could have stayed standing under the soothing spray forever, but sleep threatened to put him under right there. He got out reluctantly, dried off, and padded naked back to the bedroom.

  Oliver hadn’t moved a muscle it seemed, still looking at him as if waiting for the order to go to sleep. Crap, if he didn’t love him so much, he might have opted to sleep on the sofa. Instead, he turned off the overhead light and slipped between the crisp, clean sheets. With an audible sigh, he closed his eyes.

  The mattress dipped with the rustling of the covers. Ben’s breath caught in his chest as a hand slid onto his pelvis.

  “Master?”

  Oliver didn’t dare breathe. He held his palm lightly against Ben’s warm skin waiting for the man to acknowledge him. Here in the relative safety of his mind, the man lying next to him was Ben, not Master. It was hard, excruciating, to be so close to the man he loved and not be able to express it. So many times in the last few whirlwind weeks of change, he’d wanted to throw himself into his master’s arms and declare his devotion. If he’d ever had a dream for his life, this would have been it, owned by a man who loved and cherished him.

  But he’d held back, remained true to his silent vow to do what was best for Ben. Nothing had changed his mind, especially when he saw how hard Ben worked now and how difficult taking over control of the lumber company was for him. The old master didn’t help matters, being far from gracious in his victory. His occasional looks of hatred directed at Oliver didn’t matter. The way he seemed to relish riding Ben over every little thing pissed off Oliver, though. If ever he’d entertained the idea of hitting a freeman, it had been over the last few weeks. Moving into Ben’s new home was such a relief.

  Yet, it was still possible for Ben to change his mind, to renege on the deal, and pick a path more to his liking. The only change he’d have to make would be to give up Oliver. Buying his sister would still be possible. She’d make him a great housekeeper, and even if Ben somehow became attracted to her, that was, too. He knew from experience how kind Ben was to his bedmates. And that’s why Oliver rested his hand where he did. As much as he wanted to keep his distance, to pretend he didn’t want his master, he could give in to his impulse because now it was a gesture of gratefulness. Ben would not misconstrue it as actual desire, at least he hoped he wouldn’t.

  “What are you doing, Oliver?” Ben’s voice sounded weary as well as wary.

  Oliver took a deep breath and slid his hand closer to Ben’s groin. “I want to thank you, Master, for buying my sister. It’s so kind of you.”

  A ripple went through Ben’s abdomen and his hand clasped Oliver’s. But instead of moving Oliver’s hand to his cock, he firmly lifted it from his body. “You don’t need to show your gratitude by whoring yourself.”

  Oliver winced at the words, although he didn’t have the right to. Of course that’s exactly the impression he’d given Ben, and deliberately so. It was a cowardly and selfish thing for him to try. Weak, too. He’d managed to be strong these last weeks, lying next to Ben, wanting him, needing him so badly, and not touching. It was harder tonight to keep up the façade and not just because of the news about his sister. Maybe it was the house and the fact that Ben kept referring to this room as their room.

  He noticed as well that Ben hadn’t yet released his hand. Flipping his palm up, he entwined their fingers and pressed them against his own cock. In the few seconds that he’d touched Ben, he’d become hard. Nothing impeded the blood flow anymore and he’d often jerked off in the shower to thoughts of Ben before climbing into bed in order to stay soft through the night. Well, he’d stayed softer. Ben’s proximity proved too tempting and Oliver’s body too unruly to keep things completely under control. At the moment, however, it was a good thing.

  “Do you feel that? That’s me wanting you,” he said. Ben sighed and tried to move his hand away. Oliver held on fast.

  “You’re still coming to me out of a sense of duty, not genuine desire,” Ben said. There was a pause. “Or, are you?”

  Oh, clever Ben, trying to get a confession of love out of him. Well, Oliver could be clever, too. “You said you wouldn’t force me to be your body slave and you’re not. I’m volunteering to be it, at least for tonight.”

  “Fuck. What...are you practicing to be a lawyer now? I believe I said you had to make the first move to continue our relationship as a couple. Sex is only part of it.” Yanking his hand free, he said, “No fucking without commitment.”

  Goddamned stubborn man! Why couldn’t he understand this was in his best interests? Anger made Oliver bold. He reache
d over to grab Ben’s cock and found it stiff. “You’re hard. You want me,” he said in an accusing tone.

  “Of course I want you! I always want you. I’ve been beating off twice a day like a horny teenager for want of you.”

  Despite the irritation in Ben’s voice, the admission made Oliver ridiculously happy and terribly worried at the same time. Ben needed to get over this idea that he was in love with Oliver. It was merely sex, not something to build a lifetime decision on, at least not for a freeman with all the choices the world afforded him. Before he could think better of it, he popped up onto his knees and threw a leg over Ben’s body.

  “Let me serve you. Please, Master, there’s no need for you to do without.”

  “No!” Ben grabbed Oliver around the waist and bucked at the same time. “Get off.”

  “No, sir. I’m a body slave. My duty is to give you pleasure.”

  Ben was larger and stronger, but Oliver had the leverage of being on top and the greater determination. Although at that moment, he struggled to figure out what point he was trying to make. He managed to keep a grip on Ben’s cock and slide up enough to shove it under his ass. With a force born from mounting desperation, he drove the hard rod into his dry hole. He gasped at the burning pain and dropped forward onto Ben’s chest.

  “Christ, Oliver, get off, you’re hurting yourself.” When Ben tried to lift him again, Oliver clung to his shoulders.

  “Please, just give me a moment,” he panted. He tried to relax and accept the intrusion. As much as it hurt, being breached by Ben again made him almost weep with joy.

  Ben’s hands splayed across Oliver’s back and rubbed in soothing circles. “Stupid boy, what are you trying to prove?”

  “I don’t honestly know,” he confessed.

  He’d made a complete hash of everything. Staying away from Ben was supposed to give the man’s brain a chance to overrule his dick and realize he didn’t need to sacrifice his career plans for a slave. The initiated seduction was supposed to be a way for Oliver to satisfy his overwhelming need for Ben by giving the man a chance to use his body like a fuck toy. Instead, Ben ended up comforting him while Oliver fought the urge to burst into tears and beg Ben to never let him go.

  Ben slid his hands down to cup Oliver’s ass. He squeezed, eliciting a groan from Oliver. “My feelings for you aren’t dependent on my dick being buried in your ass, you know.” When Oliver took a breath to say, well, fuck if he knew what, Ben shushed him.

  “Let me finish. I’m not canceling the deal with my father. It’s more than just you now. These last few weeks, I’ve come to realize that there are lots of people’s lives at stake, yours, Danny’s, Mr. Fiorello, and everyone down at the lumberyard. They depend on that business for their lives and their livelihood, slave and free people alike. I’m not just tossing everyone to the wolves. God knows whom my father would sell it to if I didn’t stay.

  “I’m sticking. It’s the right thing to do and it’s not bad. It’s a challenge that’s for sure and at some point, I’ll be able to hire an assistant manager who can take some of the burden and let me do my own thing more. Hell, I’m hoping my sister will want in when she’s done with college.”

  He lifted Oliver’s head up to look him in the eye. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you believe me when I say I’m not changing my mind?”

  Oliver closed his eyes for a second. “Yes, I get it, and yes, I do.” Of course being the decent man that he was, Ben saw the bigger picture. He wasn’t going anywhere.

  Ben kissed him, a soft pressing of their lips. “If you don’t love me, it’s okay. If you want just sex between us, that’s okay, too. But please don’t shut me out because of a misguided belief that you’re doing me some kind of favor. You’re killing me here, Oliver. I need you and want you so badly.”

  “Oh, Ben!” That was it, the battle over, the war won. He couldn’t fight Ben and himself any longer.

  He tackled Ben’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside and licking every corner and crevice. Moaning, he lifted his hips and pressed down again. He welcomed the burning as Ben’s cock stretched his dry hole. It was no more than he deserved, or maybe it was his reward for trying to do the right thing. Strangely, this pain added a certain edge to his pleasure. As he bucked his hips with short, fast strokes, his climax built.

  Ben groaned into Oliver’s mouth while his hand slipped between their bodies to grab hold of Oliver’s cock. He matched his strokes to the rhythm of Oliver’s pelvic thrusts. With a growl, he reached up with his other hand and fisted his fingers through Oliver’s hair. Using that hold as leverage, he twisted them around to put Oliver on his back. Then he, the master, controlled the fucking, pistoning his cock deep and hard. Pre-cum from both of their cocks eased the way inside and out, chasing away the last of the pain and ratcheting up the pleasure.

  With a shout, Oliver came, spurting over Ben’s hand and coating both their chests. Ben followed him over the edge, bottoming out with a slap of his balls against Oliver’s ass. He ground their bodies together and savaged Oliver’s mouth until totally spent, he collapsed boneless. They lay panting for long minutes. Finally, Ben rolled over and brought Oliver with him so that they faced each other on their sides.

  “That. That’s what you get for denying me for so long,” Ben said, still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t do it again.”

  Oliver smiled, ridiculously pleased to have worn the man out. “Yes, Master.” He yelped when Ben slapped him hard on the ass. “I mean, yes, Ben.” Pressing his palm against Ben’s chest, he said, “I’m sorry. I just love you so much, I want what’s best for you.”

  “Finally!” He gave Oliver a fierce, quick hug. “I was beginning to fear you’d never admit it, or worse, that you didn’t love me at all.”

  “How could I not love you? You’re the most wonderful man in the world.”

  “Oh. Thanks, but are you sure you’re not just feeling gratitude?”

  The insecurity in Ben’s tone gave Oliver a boost of confidence. “I’m sure. You’ve given me a chance at a good life without being your body slave. I know I don’t have to love you for you to be nice to me.”

  Ben’s hands roamed down Oliver’s arms, a simple gesture of affection. “You’re not my body slave, you’re my lover. And the work I’ve been having you do at the lumberyard with Mr. Fiorello isn’t going to stop now that you’ve come to your senses.”

  “That’s good to hear. I like working with the wood.”

  “You’re talented. Mr. Fiorello says so. You were wasted as a body slave.”

  “Yeah, maybe, but I’m really good at this, too, aren’t I?” he teased, his hand dipping between their bodies to clasp Ben’s spent cock.

  “Hmm, no argument there.”

  With another deft move, Ben tossed Oliver onto his back and hovered over him. “I love you, Oliver, and I have a question to ask you.”

  “What?”

  “Marry me?”

  Stunned, Oliver didn’t respond right away. When he did, he laughed. Slaves couldn’t marry. “That’s a nice thought, Ben. You don’t have to prove you love me, though. I believe you and I meant it when I said I love you, too.”

  “This isn’t a joke or a test. I know we can’t marry now. In twenty years, we can when I free you, sooner if I can find a legal way to get around my father’s condition. Besides, I’d like to think that before that time is up, the world will get better and slavery will be outlawed here. Lots of people are talking about it. It could happen. I want to know now, when you’re free to make the choice, will you marry me?”

  He wanted to dismiss the idea of his ever being free and of their love surviving long enough for them to get married even if he were going to be. It was enough that they were together now, enough to be with the man he loved, both protected and cherished. Who was he to dream of freedom and choice? As he stared up at Ben’s hopeful face, however, he gave the only answer he could, the one that lay in his heart, the one he wanted to give.

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p; “Yes.”

  Coming in Spring 2015

  Book Two in the Pleasure Slave Series

  Slave for Rent

  Danny has lived his entire eighteen years as a slave of the Tanner family. Coddled as a house slave during childhood, then sent to work in the family lumberyard, he’s happy and counts himself a lucky slave. The one thing he dreams of that’s missing in his life is someone to love. In his deepest fantasies, he imagines being the devoted pleasure slave of an indulgent master.

  Paul Graham has built a successful construction company. His business leaves him little time for a social life, but a pretty slave boy at a lumber company has caught his attention. Middle class guys like him usually can’t afford the luxury of a pleasure slave. Yet, he can’t stop thinking of buying Danny for his very own and finally gives into his desire. Danny’s protective master refuses to sell Danny outright, but he’s willing to rent Danny to Paul on the weekends on a trial basis-so long as Danny agrees.

  The chance to be a man’s pleasure slave even part-time is too exciting for Danny to resist. Besides, Master Graham is hot, just the kind of man that appeals to the young slave. A doting and patient Paul sets out to teach Danny the pleasure that can be had between two men. Danny is eager to learn the lessons, except that a dark secret he keeps hidden threatens to ruin their budding relationship. Worse, there is another man who covets Danny, and he’ll stop at nothing to possess him.

  About the Author

  I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for over twenty-five years, with three kids and three dogs. No white picket fence, but we do live in the ’burbs west of Boston. While my husband and I still do occasionally lick chocolate off each other, our more typical evening involves lying in bed once the kids are in theirs, and reading separate books. Mine, of course, are romance. I started reading them as a defense against all those boring legal documents. Once I started, I couldn't stop.