Knight or Daye

by Jude Mason

  It was Sam who said, “Come with us, boy, the Master commands it.”

  Each man grabbed him by the arm and pulled.

  Chapter Two

  For an instant, Jeremy was so shocked he refused to let the two men budge him. He was about to take a step ahead when a sharp swat on his butt from Nathanial sent him dancing off the dais.

  “I told the boys to move you,” Nathanial said in a gruff voice. “That’s the same as my telling you to move. Don’t disobey again or you’ll be punished.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jeremy replied quickly and allowed the two men to guide him forward.

  Sam had his right hand, Peter his left. Jeremy was amazed at how similar the two men looked. Of equal height and approximate weight, the only real difference was the colour of their hair. When Peter finally looked over at him, he saw that even their eyes were the same rich shade of brown. They both had long muscular legs, well-developed muscles and firm buttocks. Nathanial must have been getting a hell of a show, Jeremy thought as he strode ahead.

  Peter and Sam guided him towards what he thought was another entrance or a closet tucked away next to a seating group. When each man reached out and opened one of the doors, an alcove he’d never seen before appeared. There were rows of floggers and leather goods hanging on the wall. The biggest shock was the leather bench sitting dead centre. It was tall enough to lean over without having to bend at the knees, and the black top shone as if it had just been polished. Buckles and straps adorned each of the legs.

  Jeremy turned and looked at Sam, smiling at the sight of the man he loved. Touching him seemed like the most important thing in the world, and he twisted his arms, trying to get free, but he couldn’t break their hold.

  “Don’t fight us. Master wants you presented in a certain way. It’s our job to see to it.” Peter tightened his grip and quickened his pace.

  Jeremy glanced at Peter. The man was so much like Sam it amazed him. “I’ll do my best,” he said and forced himself to relax and let them do their jobs.

  Once they were all inside, Sam stared at him, eyes still wide with obvious confusion, and asked, “What in hell are you doing here?”

  Peter did a double take, looking at Sam then at Jeremy, but said nothing. He led Jeremy around to the side of the bench. “This is where Master would like you bound. Lean over it, please.”

  Jeremy looked at the device and shuddered.

  “You either do it, or Master will ask you to leave and not come back,” Sam said in an even tone.

  Taking his place beside the bench, Jeremy leant forward. The cool leather pressing against his belly made him shiver. The head of his cock tapped the side.

  Sam stepped around the bench and squatted by Jeremy’s head. “Reach down more. I need to cuff your wrists lower.” He tapped the base of one leg where a leather cuff awaited.

  Jeremy spread his arms and reached for the floor. He jerked when hands—Peter’s—touched the back of his thighs, pushing his legs apart.

  “What am I doing here?” Jeremy repeated. “I’m looking for you. I needed to see you. I need to talk to you.”

  “Shush,” Sam hissed urgently. “Keep your voice down or you’ll get us all in trouble. “Master prefers his slaves to be silent unless asked to speak.”

  Jeremy cringed. He knew Nathanial was a tough Dom, but he didn’t realise he was this strict. He’d have to be very careful not to break the rules, at least not too often. “Do you think he’d mind if a slave tells another slave how much he loves him?”

  “You can’t,” Sam replied in a sharp tone. “You…what? Do you understand what’s going to happen to you here? Master is going to fuck your lily white ass, or he’ll get one or both of us to.”

  “Yes, I know.” Jeremy had been used many times over the last couple of months, so he felt sure he was prepared for what was about to happen.

  “You know?” Sam glanced over Jeremy’s shoulder towards where Master obviously stood waiting for the preparations to be finished. “Of course you know, or think you do.” Sam grabbed one of Jeremy’s arms and placed it so his wrist lay over the cuff. A few moments later, he pulled the buckle tight.

  “I’ve been seeing him for some time, Sam. It took me weeks, months to find out you were here. It was the only way I could get to you.”

  Behind him, Peter spread his thighs and buckled his ankles to the legs of the bench. He didn’t stop there, though. The slave ran his hands up and down Jeremy’s legs, from ankle to just below his ass.

  The sensation was enough to keep Jeremy hard, his cock tapping the underside of the bench. When the man’s hands wandered a little higher, cupping his balls and stroking his cock, Jeremy couldn’t stifle a soft moan.

  Sam sighed. “I was devastated when I left you, Jeremy. I thought you hated what I was, who I was.”

  Jeremy pulled at the restraints, aching to take Sam in his arms, beg his forgiveness and take him home. The leather held firm. “I’m so sorry, Sam,” he murmured, a shiver racing up his spine from Peter’s touch at the same time. Emotion warred with sensation within him.

  “Yes, I am too,” Sam whispered and turned so his lips were inches from Jeremy’s. “I loved you, Jeremy Knight, more than I have ever loved anyone else in my life. You were my knight in shining…well, you know.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips tenderly to Jeremy’s in a deep, soul-searing kiss.

  With Sam’s mouth against his and their tongues entwined, it was easy to forget for just a moment where he was and what was taking place. If Peter’s hands could only be Sam’s, Jeremy would have been in heaven.

  “Warming him up for me?” came the gruff voice of their Master from the alcove’s entrance.

  Sam pulled away, but not quickly or as if he was concerned. He simply sat back on his heels and replied, “Yes, Master.” Yet, his eyes said something different—something deep and hungry.

  Jeremy turned and watched Nathanial come closer. He’d stripped down to just a pair of very skimpy, white cotton briefs. The enormous bulge in the front made Jeremy’s mouth water. In the past two months, he’d become attracted to the man, even though he was there for Sam and hoped to leave with him.

  “I want him begging for it,” Nathanial stood at the end of the bench, well within reach of his slaves. “Lube him, don’t forget that.”

  “Of course not, Master,” Peter said, and a moment later, Jeremy felt the cool slickness of lubricant coated fingers circling his anus. When the outer ring of muscle loosened, Peter eased a finger inside. Another joined it when he’d relaxed enough, then a third. Three digits eased in and out of him, his balls churned with pleasure, and his cock throbbed with the building pleasure. He knew he’d need to climax soon. He also knew he’d need more direct stimulation, and worried that he’d be denied.

  “Sir, may I suck him?” Sam peered up at Nathanial, a look of such longing on his face Jeremy would have kissed him if he could.

  The Master chuckled and slid a hand over the cotton clad bulge in his own shorts. “Yes, suck him. But don’t let him come, or you’ll pay the price.”

  “Yes, Master.” Sam nodded then turned back to Jeremy. He winked and ducked between the slats of the bench.

  A soft gust of warm air tickled his pubes. His testicles shifted, moving closer to his body, and his shaft bounced as if seeking the giver of the sensation. An uncontrollable lunge forward sent his prick flailing in the air. Jeremy groaned, his frustration mounting. The touch of softness, of lips pressed against the head of his cock sent a shudder down his spine.

  “Yesss.” The word gushed out of him in a long, drawn out exhalation. When his lungs were empty, the sudden sensation of wet heat surrounded his cock and sent his mind reeling. A tongue flicked across the head. A heartbeat later, it delved into the slit and tore a grunt from deep inside him. Held fixed in place by the two lovers, Jeremy wallowed in the sweet bliss of oral stimulation and anal preparation.

  “Move aside, slave boy.” Nathanial’s harsh tone dragged Jeremy back to the present.

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nbsp; Peter crawled towards the suddenly naked Nathanial and took the foil packet he held out. Jeremy watched the submissive man open the packet and slide the condom over his Master’s erection. A quick stroke and the man was ready for action.

  Nathanial strode to his place behind Jeremy. He took a firm grip on each ass cheek and thrust forward, driving his latex clad cock along Jeremy’s rear. The smooth expanse of the man’s dick sent a thrill of excitement through Jeremy, and he wondered at his reaction. He wasn’t submissive. Yet, the sensation was incredible, and he pushed his ass back for more.

  “That’s it, boy,” crooned Nathanial as he ground his pelvis against Jeremy’s buttocks. “Show me how much you want my cock. Beg for it.”

  Anger reared its ugly head only to be forced down as Jeremy raised his ass as high off the bench as he could. He dared not show the resentment he felt at the man’s arrogance and his treatment of the man he loved. To win their freedom, he’d comply with the man’s wishes and learn his brand of domination. “Please, Sir, I need your cock. I beg you, fuck me. I need it bad.”

  Sam’s teeth scraped along Jeremy’s cock head just as Nathanial pressed against his anus, then pushed inside. The thickness of the man’s cock still sent a stab of pain deep into his body, even though he was stretched already. He bit his lip and spread his thighs as wide as possible to ease the insertion.

  “Ah yes, fuck yes, that’s it.” Nathanial’s grip tightened as he pushed forward. When he was fully seated, he ground his hips slowly around before pulling out. He stopped when the head of his cock was all that remained clenched inside Jeremy’s ass.

  Nathanial held there, and Jeremy tried to remain still. For long moments, they were quiet, still, but Jeremy’s body betrayed him with a spasmodic tightening then loosening. As if his ass hungered for its fucking, he gripped and released Nathanial’s shaft.

  “That’s it, boy. Tug at my cock. Pull it back inside you.”

  Sam took Jeremy’s entire shaft into his mouth and down his throat as Jeremy worked his ass, sucking Nathanial’s prick back in. It was like a seesaw, one taken all the way inside, while the other tormented him with the heart-stopping minimum of insertion. He gasped, he groaned, and soon, he begged for release.

  “Peter, take over for Sam,” Nathanial commanded in a gruff voice. He thrust forward hard, his hips slamming against Jeremy’s ass, his cock pulsing with need deep inside him.

  A burst of hot liquid washed Jeremy’s inside as Nathanial spewed his load. Fingers dug into his hips, and Jeremy clenched his ass, urging the man to send another stream of cum into his ass.

  “Yeah, take it,” Nathanial growled and slammed forward, flesh slapping flesh with a resounding smack. “Take my cum, boy. Fuck yeah!”

  Sam pulled off his cock, leaving the dripping, pulsing head to bounce in the cool air. He slithered out from under the bench and peered up into Jeremy’s eyes. ‘Love you,’ he mouthed and moved to the side, giving Peter room to take his place.

  The pleasure of seeing Sam’s excitement—his rampantly erect cock and flushed face—was almost too much for Jeremy to take. When Peter’s mouth descended down the length of his shaft, Jeremy grunted at the spasms that raced through him. Peter seemed to know exactly how much stimulation he could take before slowing the pace down. Jeremy gasped and flexed his ass, straining for the release he so desperately needed.

  “Take my place, Sam.”

  The sudden withdrawal of the man’s cock left Jeremy breathless. His anus clenched, trying to trap the man’s absent prick. He groaned his disappointment. Yet he revelled in the knowledge Sam was about to take Nathaniel’s place.

  “Yess,” he hissed and again raised his ass.

  He heard rather than saw what happened behind him, the gentle brush of Nathanial’s flesh against his an added treat. The man moved to his side, then away. He was gone for some few minutes while Sam took up position at Jeremy’s rear. The sound of foil being torn, then the condom being rolled over his lover’s cock added to the anticipation.

  “Don’t let him come, slave,” Nathanial’s voice preceded him into the alcove.

  Jeremy glanced his way, seeing him and realising he’d gone to clean up. His cock was limp and dry, the used condom gone.

  “Yes, Master,” Sam replied in a soft, yearning voice.

  Jeremy trembled, his cock ached. His balls were full and heavy between his thighs. Sweat trickled off his face, his nose, landing with small, plopping sounds on Peter’s back. The man’s wet mouth sent shivers of lust knifing through him.

  The smooth roundness of Sam’s cock pressed against Jeremy’s hole. Sam gripped his hip in a way Jeremy had grown accustomed to before his world fell apart. The slow insertion focused him completely. It was only when he felt Sam’s belly against his ass that he realised Nathanial was speaking.

  “…will obey any free person you meet. Two, you speak only when spoken to. You’re never to ask why or when. If a free person gives you a command, you do it and you do it happily.

  “Jeremy, you’re the newest slave, and that makes you the lowest of the low. You will obey all the other slaves as if they were free. Got that?”

  Jeremy turned his face up, trying to look into Nathanial’s eyes. He could barely see the man’s chin, but responded quickly, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  Nathanial strode forward, straddling the crouching Peter, and stopped only when his prick very nearly touched Jeremy’s mouth. “Open your mouth.”

  Jeremy parted his lips and slid his tongue back and forth along them. Nathanial’s cock touched his mouth, and he opened wider, taking the crown in. He ran his tongue around the soft knob and along the slit, feeling it pulse into a firm mouthful.

  “When you come upon a free person, you will present yourself properly.” Nathanial’s voice quivered. He thrust his hips forward, pushing the rest of his dick in. “By that I mean, you’ll put your hands behind your head, spread your feet to shoulder width apart and push your hips forward. I prefer you to be hard for that. Anyone can inspect you, at any time.”

  Jeremy’s gut clenched. Knowing he’d submit to Nathanial was one thing, but to others? And slaves? Discussions of his submission had never touched on either.

  “You will always ask to climax, whether it’s me, another free person or a slave. You will not come without gaining permission.” Nathanial ground his crotch against Jeremy’s face, his cock worming its way down his throat.

  Behind him, Sam gently seesawed himself in and out of Jeremy’s ass. Peter, his mouth still glued to Jeremy’s erection, was driving him insane with need. Nipping at the head, tracing the slit with a dextrous tongue, the slave had Jeremy balanced on the verge of coming with every heartbeat racing through him. When Jeremy thrust his hips forward, his cock buried itself deep in Peter’s throat. The man automatically swallowed, the muscles flexing around Jeremy’s shaft, deliciously tight.

  “That’s it boy, suck me. Make me hard. Oh yeah, like that,” Nathanial crooned. His pace quickened. The length and breadth of his shaft expanded rapidly, going from a comfortable mouthful to stiffness.

  Jeremy gagged. Tears streamed down his face. Yet, excitement had such a grip on him, he’d have happily taken on more. When the man’s prick pulsed and sent a gush of cream down his throat, he greedily drank it all. There wasn’t nearly as much the second time around, mostly oozing after the initial spurt.

  When Nathanial pulled his cock free and stumbled back to a nearby chair, the other two men continued their tormenting attention. Peter’s mouth was like a silken glove. Sam’s cock reminded him of the times they’d fucked during happier days. Jeremy whimpered with pleasure, desperate to come yet denied release. The slaves had been trained well, it seemed.

  Nathanial seemed to tire of the show and finally raised a hand and said, “Enough. Take him to the slave quarters. I’m beat. Remember, Jeremy, the only way you can come is if you get permission. It’s up to you to convince someone to allow it.” The man rose to his feet and staggered from the room.


  Sam gently eased out of his ass and pressed the flat of his hand against Jeremy’s distended anus. Peter slid his mouth off Jeremy’s cock and gently kissed the throbbing head, making it bounce up against the bench.

  Abandoned, Jeremy couldn’t control the jerky thrusting of his hips or the trembling of his inner thighs. His balls shifted and the muscles in his buttocks clenched.

  The two men bent to release him, fingers quickly unbuckling the cuffs holding him to the bench. When they rose, he tried to stand as well, only to waver. His balance was shot. Hell, his nerves were so jangled he could barely think straight.

  “Peter, would you clean up the alcove?” Sam asked his fellow slave.

  “Sure thing. I’ll see you both in quarters.”

  “Thanks.” Sam grabbed Jeremy by the arm and pulled him from the alcove.

  Jeremy glanced back and saw Peter with a cloth wiping down the bench. The man turned his face their way and winked.

  “Come on,” Sam whispered urgently. “We’ve got a little time before Peter joins us.”

  Jeremy tried to hurry, but his thoughts continually went to his excitement, his aching cock and balls. The dull emptiness of his ass nagged at me. “Does he do this to everyone?”

  “Yeah, pretty much. It’s his way of showing us he’s boss.”

  “Great.” Jeremy stumbled after his Sam. He was thrilled he’d found the man, even if it meant he’d die of frustration before they got a chance to actually talk to each other. “So, do I ask you if I can come or what?”

  Sam chuckled and dragged Jeremy around a corner. They were in a short hallway and the door to the room ahead was open, its interior in darkness. When they got to it, Sam leaned in and flicked on a light. “Can you come, the new slave asks?” He pushed Jeremy into the room and closed the door behind them. “Yes, it’s me you ask, or Peter. Or any free person you feel you can speak to without getting walloped for talking first.”

  “Ah, I see his wicked intent.” Jeremy reached for Sam. “May I come?” he whispered and slipped his hand over Sam’s back. “May I spear you with my cock and fill you with my spunk?” He stroked a little lower, cupping his lover’s ass as he murmured, “I so love your ass.”