by Jude Mason
“Bugger,” Sam groaned and pushed Jeremy towards the small mountain of blankets in the middle of the floor. There was no bed, no dresser or other furniture. A large towel covered the single window. Even the light bulb overhead was bare.
“Yeah, I want to bugger you. Fuck you, slam my cock into your hot ass. May I?” Jeremy slid his finger tips along the deep cleft of Sam’s ass. He leaned in and brushed his lips over the man’s muscular shoulders.
“Yes, I want your cock inside me.” Sam pulled away and sank to his hands and knees on the pile of bedding. Looking back over his shoulder and said, “Lube’s in the corner.” He nodded to where a large tube of cream lay. “Rubbers with it.”
Jeremy went to get the lube and noticed a pile of foil wrapped condoms behind it. He grabbed one of them and the lube. By the time he was back behind Sam, he’d torn into the foil wrapper. He looked down at Sam and smiled. “Here,” he said and held out the condom. “Put this on me.”
Sam looked thoughtfully at him and took the rubber. “You’ve changed. What happened?” Not waiting for an answer, he scrambled around and got to his knees. Carefully, he rolled the latex over Jeremy’s cock.
“I grew up. I realised how much I loved you. I also got to know myself a little better,” Jeremy replied in a trembling voice. “Lube me,” he commanded and held out the tube of lubricant. The subtle play of power sent a shiver down his spine. His cock pulsed, and he took hold of it at the base. The desire to masturbate was nearly overwhelming, but the thought of missing out on a great fuck stayed his hand.
“Yes, Sir.” Sam squeezed a large dollop of cream into his palm and quickly anointed Jeremy’s prick. The man then turned his back and leant forward, pressing his shoulders to the bedding. Reaching back, he pulled himself open with one hand and lubricated his anus with the other.
Watching his lover prepare for the fucking to come, Jeremy fell in love all over again. Months had passed since they’d been together, but it didn’t matter. The look in Sam’s eyes said the same.
He knelt behind Sam’s luscious ass and pushed his hands aside. “Just as sexy and hot as I remembered.” He pried the taut ass cheeks apart and peered down at the tightly clenched hole. With practiced ease, he shifted his own hips until the tip of his cock kissed the wrinkled opening. Carefully, he thrust forward.
“Oh fuck!” Jeremy growled and bit his lip, fighting for some modicum of control. The head popped in, and he had to stop or he’d have shot right then. He chewed on the inside of his cheek until the slight pain allowed him to refocus. He eased forward a little at a time, revelling in the tight slickness held him like a glove.
“Yeah, do me. I love your cock, Jeremy.” Sam pushed back. “I love the way it stretches me no matter how prepared I am.”
Jeremy tightened his grip on Sam’s hips and let the man impale himself. Let him ramble on, as was his want, and tried not to come. He desperately wanted just that—to spew his load, fill the condom sheathing his length and hear his Sam groan as he pumped his ass.
“Hold still,” Jeremy gasped, his control slipping dangerously. “Don’t fucking move. I’m so close.” He pulled Sam back and held him tight against his belly. His cock pulsed, but he managed to hold off.
“I want to feel you come. Jeremy, come for me. Please, Sir.” The last two words did it. Jeremy couldn’t deny his Sam, or himself. Easing back, he gritted his teeth and remained still for a dozen heart beats. Then he lunged forward, his stomach slapping Sam’s ass.
“Yes, do me, fuck me!” Sam lunged back and forth, fucking himself on Jeremy’s cock.
“Oh yeah, fuck yourself. Make me come.” Jeremy helped his lover move, guiding him and thrusting hard.
Control fell by the wayside, and his need to come took over. He quickened the pace, slamming hard into Sam’s body again and again. A handful of thrusts and he climaxed gloriously, spewing his load into the condom. He jerked back then thrust ahead, desperately, forcefully. The shuddering release left him breathless, and as Sam lay beneath him groaning, Jeremy collapsed across his back. Falling forward onto the mound of blankets, Sam clenched his ass.
Behind him, Jeremy heard the door open.
“Hey, you started without me.”
Chapter Three
Jeremy lazily turned and saw Peter standing in the doorway. “Sorry. I was about ready to screw anything with a hole in it. Sam made the mistake of saying I could come.”
Peter stepped into the room and laughed. “Yeah, well, Sam’s too easygoing sometimes.”
“Easy, but damn good, I’d say,” Jeremy quipped. Still buried in Sam’s ass, the clenching of his anal muscles around Jeremy’s super sensitive prick caught him completely by surprise. He yelped and eased out. He rolled off and laid his arm across Sam’s back, protectively, possessively.
Peter joined them on the make-shift bed, sliding down and cuddling with Sam on the other side. While Sam sighed with obvious contentment, Peter asked, “You’re the Jeremy he’s talked about, aren’t you?”
Jeremy glanced down at Sam and smiled. So, he’s talked about me. Looking back at Peter, he grinned. “Yes, I suppose I am. Not horrible things, I hope.”
“No, not horrible at all.” Peter wrapped his arm a little more tightly around Sam’s body. “Although it seems when he left, it wasn’t what he really wanted.”
Lying between the two men, Sam seemed to think the best thing for him was to remain quiet for the moment.
Jeremy sighed and closed his eyes for a moment of thought. “Yes. The parting sucked. I wish I’d known then what I’m beginning to realise now.” Opening his eyes, he found Sam staring at him.
“I have to tell you,” Sam said in a husky voice, “Peter means a lot to me. We’ve been together here, taken care of each other. We’re both submissives, and Nathanial has been our Master, together.”
“Yes, my sexy slut, I think I knew that the moment I saw you enter the room back there.” He nodded towards the door, and the room where he’d first seen Sam after so many weeks. “I had hoped we could salvage something.”
“I’m sure we can, Sir,” came Sam’s soft reply.
“Sir…you call me Sir.” Jeremy couldn’t control the excitement he felt. “But, what about Nathanial?”
“Nathanial.” Sam turned his face to where Peter lay and said, “I met Nathanial at the dungeon club. He spotted me, and I guess I was flattered that someone with that much power was interested.” He looked back into Jeremy’s eyes and said, “I was at a pretty low time, vulnerable doesn’t even come close.”
“Yes, and that was all my fault. I’m so sorry, my Sam.”
Sam kissed him tenderly, then pulled back. “Mostly, but not all. I should have told you about myself, that part of myself, much sooner. I handled it badly.”
“And so did I.”
“Anyway, Nathanial pursued me. Wined and dined me for a month. I’ve never known anyone more powerful, with so much money. He lavished me with all kinds of gifts. When he asked me if I’d like to move in here, I pretty much leapt at the chance.”
A cloud of unhappiness seemed to drift into Sam’s eyes. When he spoke again, it was like he was a million miles away.
“I knew Nathanial had more than me as his submissive. I’d never met any of the others. I thought there was only one, maybe two more.” He focused and looked directly at Jeremy. “There are others—dozens of them. He buys and sells slaves. Peter and I are his personal slaves. Well, we were until you showed up.”
“Now, I’ll be sold along with the others he’s got stashed in the dungeon.” Peter’s eyes gleamed with unshed tears.
Sliding his arm further around Sam, Jeremy touched Peter’s side and stroked the man. “We’ve got some time. We’ll see what we can sort out.”
Sam flipped over so he was lying on his back and looked at the ceiling. “Can we turn out the damn light?”
Peter scrambled from the bedding and flicked off the light. A moment later, he was back with them, cuddled up against Sam, his hand on Jeremy�
�s hip.
Sam’s voice came from out of the dark like some mystical story teller’s. “We do have some time, but Jeremy, I really don’t know how we’ll get out of here. Nathanial’s been doing this for a long time. As far as I know, nobody’s ever escaped.”
Yawning, Jeremy finally asked, “Has anyone ever tried? I mean his personal slaves, not those he keeps in the dungeon. And, by the way, where is this dungeon? Not here, or is it?”
“Yes, it’s here, but not at the house.” Peter shifted so he could reach more of Jeremy’s body. “When you arrived, do you remember seeing a couple of barns?”
“Yes, one right behind the house, the other in the distance.” Jeremy’s eyes were growing heavy, and he allowed them to close. After all, it was dark, and he couldn’t see anything anyways.
“Behind the nearest barn, there’s a trap door. I guess everyone assumes it’s for storage. No one’s ever even looked there. If you open it and go to the bottom of the stairs, there’s another door. It’s secured with a combination lock. Through there, Nathanial has slave cells.”
“How many?” Jeremy’s mind was dull. He needed sleep. He’d had very little the night before and could barely keep his eyes open. Beside him, Sam’s breathing grew deeper, as if he, too, was heading for dreamland.
“I’m not sure. The last time Nathanial sent me to feed them, I would guess maybe fifty. Most of them are young women, but there are maybe fifteen young men too.”
“That’s insane!” How did the man get away with it? The mere thought of the man’s power sent a chill down his spine.
“Yeah, it is. But he’s gotten away with it for so long, he must figure he’s invincible.”
“Sam.” Jeremy stroked his lover’s belly, then reached further over and ran his palm along the smooth expanse of Peter’s body. “You said you jumped at the chance to move in here with Nathanial. Does that mean you want to stay with him?” The question hung in the air for a millennium of heartbeats. Tired as he was, Jeremy could scarcely breathe waiting for his lover to reply.
“Until he decided to send Peter away, he was someone I thought I cared for. He knows how I feel, but it doesn’t seem important to him. Now, Nathanial’s just a man. Someone who I’d leave in a second, if I could.”
“If you could?”
“If we could,” added Peter.
“We’ll find a way.” Jeremy stifled another yawn. “But right now, we all need some sleep.”
“Yes, it’s been a hell of a long day, Sir.”
“We’ll talk in the morning, if that’s all right with you, Sir,” said Peter in his soft voice.
Too tired to wonder at Peter referring to him as ‘Sir’, Jeremy simply said, “Yes, in the morning.” He pulled Sam a little closer and felt himself sink into a deep sleep.
* * * *
“Hey!” Jeremy sputtered, leaping to his feet. A body hit his, knocking him to the side. Something wrapped around his feet, and he nearly fell. Hands grabbed his arms, supporting him. Spinning around, he hauled back, ready to swing.
Standing by the door, an empty, five-gallon pail dangling from one hand, was a laughing Nathanial.
Forcing down his anger, Jeremy growled, “Fuck!”
Beside him, Peter straightened up and swung his hands behind his neck. Feet at shoulder width, he sucked in his gut and thrust his hips forward. Jeremy glanced to his left and saw Sam doing the same.
“Well?” Nathanial snarled. “Move it, boy!”
Caught completely off guard, Jeremy managed to assume the proper position, albeit much slower then his companions. His morning erection thrust out, bouncing like an outraged bobble head, as did those of both Sam and Peter.
“Aren’t you the lazy bunch?” Nathanial dropped the pail and strode into the small room. He paced before the three men, eyeing them as if they were nothing more than meat. “Here I am, wide awake and raring to go, and the slaves of the house lay around sleeping.”
“Sorry, Master,” whispered Peter.
Nathanial turned on him. “Yes, you certainly are. All of you. I’ve never seen a sorrier lot of lazy slaves. My breakfast unmade, my clothes weren’t laid out for me—what the hell do you think I have you for? It sure as hell isn’t your good looks.”
Jeremy’s temper rose. The man was a lunatic.
Over Nathanial’s shoulder, Jeremy spotted movement and his blood ran cold. Leaning belligerently against the wall just beyond the entrance to the room was an armed man. Brandishing a handgun, the guy looked like he meant business.
Where the fuck did he come from? How many more are there hanging around?
“Today, you’ll clean the house.” Nathanial walked easily around them, and Jeremy spotted what looked like a miniature cattle prod slung from the man’s belt. “Peter, Sam, you know the routine. Show Jeremy and don’t be lazy or you’ll all pay dearly.”
“Yes, Master,” Peter and Sam chorused.
Jeremy gaped, but quickly added his own, “Yes, Master.” He then waited for the next instruction. His gaze went from Nathanial to the guard and back again.
“Before you start, I’ve got some news you might all be interested in.” He stopped pacing, turning to face the three men, arms crossed and a cruel smile on his face. “Peter, you know I keep two top boys. With Jeremy here now, there are three. One has to go, and seeing as I’ve had you the longest and grown bored with you of late, you’re going to be on the auction block tonight along with the others I’ll be selling.”
“Master, no!” Peter sank to his knees. Yet, even in his obvious confusion and distress, he kept his hands clasped behind his head. “Please, Master Nathanial. Please, no, you can’t.”
Nathanial took a step forward, rage on his face. He raised his arm and snarled, then brought his hand down across Peter’s face. The blow sent the man sprawling across the floor.
Jeremy clenched his hands into fists. It took every ounce of strength to keep from pounding his fist into the guy’s face. The guard raised his pistol, apparently ready to fire if need be.
“You will never, never speak to me like that, damn uppity slave,” roared Nathanial. His face was flushed with fury. “By the look of it, it’s time you left. I don’t put up with disobedience.” With the toe of his shoe, he nudged Peter’s leg. “Get up, present yourself, now.”
The guard came into the room and stood just inside the door, gun at the ready. Nathanial seemed to ignore the man, but Jeremy noticed the master’s hand went to the rod on his belt.
This is bullshit. We’ve got to get out of here! “Sir, please, Sir,” Jeremy said in the most submissive tone he could manage. He had to get Nathanial’s attention off the poor man.
The crazed Dominant turned towards him. “Jeremy, you’d better learn the rules fast. You were told never to speak unless told to by a free person, right?”
Swallowing, Jeremy looked into the man’s eyes and saw nothing but anger there. “Yes, Sir. I just—”
“No, you don’t. I said, you will not speak unless told to. That’s the rule. Period!” Nathanial turned away from him and resumed his place before them. He waited a moment before he spoke again.
Jeremy watched Peter climb to his feet and wipe a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. He quickly got into presentation posture and looked at the floor before his Master’s feet.
“Sam, I’m going to leave Jeremy’s training to you. Make sure he complies with my wishes and the cleaning is done correctly.
“Seeing as you couldn’t be bothered to drag yourselves out of bed to make my breakfast, none of you will eat until your chores are done. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” all three replied together. Jeremy looked at Sam, who was obviously upset by what was happening.
“Good,” he growled and turned to leave. Over his shoulder, he called, “Get to it then. Fuckin’ lazy….”
The guard followed him, but only to the end of the short hall where he took up position. He smirked at the three of them, then held his handgun up, as if he was taking target
practice on them.
Jeremy’s belly clenched. He’d come to rescue Sam, but it looked like it was going to be more difficult than he’d thought. Simply walking out wasn’t going to happen. He had to think of a plan.
Peter sank onto the bedding and sat staring emptily at a wall. “What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” he mumbled.
Sam crouched down beside him and hugged the man close. Jeremy went around to the other side and did the same. “Sam, is there any way I can get to a phone?”
“A phone, are you insane?” Sam looked at him as if he’d completely lost his mind.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jeremy said, as the three of them got to their feet then left the slaves’ quarters.
Sam looked at him and shrugged. “I’ve never actually looked or tried to get near one. I had no desire to leave here.” He reached out and pulled Peter close, hugging the man. “Peter and I… Well, we’ve become close. I just never thought Nathanial would separate us.”
“I guess we were both pretty blind.” Peter slipped his arm around Sam’s waist. “Pretty stupid too. We’ve seen what a bastard that man can be.”
They came out into the main room, and Sam veered towards the left. Going through the door, Jeremy found himself in what appeared to be a mud room. Shelves lined the walls, and the smell of cleaning supplies filled the air.
“Peter, get the dusting rags,” Sam suggested as he picked up a tray with half a dozen cleaning fluids lined up on it. “Jeremy, this is all pretty basic. We just dust and mop the floors. Once a week, we do the windows and mirrors as well.”
“Like hell I will,” he grumbled. The way Nathanial had treated them all was still foremost in his thoughts, and he wanted to do something about it. “Do we ever get clothes?”
Chuckling, Sam looked at Jeremy closely and reached for the hard-on that had reaffirmed itself. “Fraid not. Well, not what you’d call clothing. Occasionally, Nathanial will dress us in leather or something he thinks is hot. Might sport a cock ring or some tit clamps for a while.”
