Knight or Daye

by Jude Mason

“Nathanial, don’t do this, please, Master” yelled Peter, struggling against the men holding him.

  Jeremy lowered his arms and took a step forward, only to have a guard close in on him. Nathanial ignored Peter and strode in, his hand going to the prod at his belt.

  “I’m sick and tired of slaves thinking they can get away with disobedience,” he snarled and aimed the prod at Jeremy’s middle.

  When it touched his flesh, Jeremy thought his insides were being torn out through his navel. Pain drove him to his knees. He couldn’t breathe or see. For long moments, his world was the agony Nathanial seemed all too eager to supply.

  When his vision returned, Jeremy struggled to his feet. Still shaken, he raised his arms and laced his fingers behind his neck. Bide your time, he’s got to mess up sooner or later.

  “That’s better, Jeremy. Being the new slave will only get you lenience for a while. I’ve about had it with you.” Nathanial turned on his heel and strode from the room.

  The guards motioned for Jeremy and Sam to follow him. They walked out, side by side, and saw Peter standing at the end of the hall. Nathanial buckled a collar around his neck. When it was done, he said something, and Peter raised his hands, which were then cuffed behind his neck to the collar.

  A guard jerked Jeremy’s hands down and forced them behind his back. The man quickly cuffed him. Jeremy looked at Sam who was also being cuffed. Fear showed in his lover’s eyes, but he tried to smile at Jeremy. That was cut off when a large red ball gag was forced into his mouth and buckled in place. Jeremy opened his mouth to protest, but before he could make a sound, a ball was crammed into his own mouth, the straps buckled behind his head.

  His mind raced. How was he going to get them out of there? What the hell did Nathanial have in store for him, for Sam?

  “Let’s go,” their dark-haired Master ordered as he grabbed a trembling Peter by the arm.

  A hand on his back urged Jeremy to follow. Beside him, Sam stumbled then regained his balance and followed along.

  They left the house through a back door then went to the rear of the closest barn. The trap door was right where Peter had said it would be. Once opened, the guards pushed all three of them inside. Down a couple of dozen steps, they came to another doorway. Nathanial forged ahead and opened it.

  Jeremy gaped. The place was huge. As big as the barn above them, the area must have been able to hold well over the fifty slaves Peter had mentioned earlier. Along one wall, a double tier of cells went from just inside the door all the way to the end of the chamber. On the other side, at least five metres away, dozens of chairs held what he could only assume were the buyers. Many of them had nude submissives kneeling at their feet.

  Jeremy turned his attention to the cages and saw many of them were empty. Many more had slaves secured to the front, where they were accessible for inspection. Men and women mixed together, some stoically silent, others gently sobbing or begging to be released.

  Nathanial whispered to one of the guards, who then dragged Peter towards the slave cages.

  Enraged, Jeremy roared around his gag and took a couple of steps towards Nathanial, hoping to at least knock the man to the ground. Maybe get a good kick at him before he was stopped.

  He never made it. Something struck him on the side of the head, and he went down. He landed on his side, hard. His breath gushed from him, and he lay there gagging, unable to breathe around the large ball. The guard must have thought he was in danger of strangling because the next thing Jeremy knew, the gag fell from his mouth. Even so, he still had trouble taking a deep breath.

  He saw a guard drag one of the male slaves, a young man of about twenty, to a raised platform in front of the seated buyers. The man stumbled, but the guard held him while another burly guard cuffed his ankles to a spreader bar fixed to the stand.

  “Chain them both to my chair,” Nathanial said to the nearest guard as he walked to where the slave stood secured for sale.

  “Yes, sir,” the guard standing over Jeremy replied in an eager voice.

  Unceremoniously, Jeremy was dragged to the elaborate chair that was obviously Nathanial’s and his cuffed hands were fixed to a ring at its base. Jeremy and Sam fought the guards, but even though Jeremy managed to kick one of them, they were still secured.

  “Gentlemen, may I present you with the first sale item of the evening. He’s young, barely twenty-two and new to the collar. His former—”

  From outside came a loud, rumbling bang. The door to the chamber flew open.

  Jeremy looked up, ready to throw himself in front of Sam if need be, only to see his friend, Detective Ken Michelson, charge into the room. A dozen men, all in the unmistakable uniform of the SWAT team followed and fanned out.

  “Police, don’t anyone move,” Ken roared, his arm raised, his badge held high.

  The place erupted. The buyers exploded from their chairs and raced for the door to escape. The men and women they’d had at their feet howled.

  More cops came crashing in, all of them with their guns at the ready. Shrieks of terror filled the closed chamber. Jeremy glanced at Sam whose eyes were wide with fear.

  “Sam, love, it’s all right. That’s Ken,” Jeremy called, trying to make himself heard over the uproar.

  Sam looked at him, gaping.

  “It’s all right, we’re safe,” Jeremy said loud enough, he hoped, for Sam to hear.

  “Hey, Jeremy, what the fuck are you doing here?” Ken’s gruff voice yelled from a metre away.

  Jeremy turned and smiled. Relief made him feel giddy as he watched his friend come closer. “Thought I’d do some undercover work for you,” he replied when he could get his thoughts together.

  “Yeah, well, the next time you leave a message, could you hang around a phone so I can get back to you?”

  “Bit tough this time around,” he said, grinning. “I’ll try to remember next time.”

  Ken chuckled and squatting beside him, worked at unfastening the cuffs holding him. “Next time? I hope there won’t be a next time. The paperwork when a civilian gets involved is a killer.” He gave a final tug and the cuffs came free. “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, but man, I’m really glad to see you.”

  “We’ve been trying to get inside this outfit for awhile. We always assumed he had his business somewhere else.”

  Cops dragged unwilling buyers towards a corner where they were cuffed and forced to their knees. Naked men and women huddled to the side, some crying, others in shock. More cops entered, and blankets were handed out.

  Jeremy saw a cuffed and struggling Nathanial being dragged towards the doorway, his face a mask of rage.

  Facing Ken again, Jeremy said, “There’s a couple of men I’d like you to safeguard for me. Sam, the guy here.” He nodded to where Sam sat staring at him. He turned and tried to see Peter across the room. Panic threatened when he couldn’t locate the man. He searched the room with his eyes, finally spotting Peter among a small group of people huddled together. He sighed with relief and said to Ken, “And Peter, the tall dark-haired guy with the ball gag in his mouth over there.” He pointed towards him and smiled.

  “Anyone else you want me to grab for you?” Ken asked, a confused look on his face. He rose to his feet and moved away, glancing over his shoulder once before returning to the job at hand.

  Jeremy slid over to where Sam still sat gagged and cuffed. He reached for the buckles holding the ball in his lover’s mouth. He fumbled for a second, then felt the thing drop away.

  “Fuck, I can’t believe you did it,” yelled Sam happily.

  “Oh, ye of little faith. I told you I’d fix it,” Jeremy replied then broke into laughter.

  Sam turned, as much as he could, presenting Jeremy with his bound hands. A few quick tugs freed him, then they were in each other’s arms.

  “You’re such an ass sometimes, you know that, right?” Sam whispered into his ear.

  “Yeah, but you love me, so it’s all right.”

  “True, and
you love me, so everything really is all right, Master.”

  Jeremy pulled away, just enough to look into Sam’s eyes. “Yes, I love you. More than you’ll ever know, my Sam.”

  “Yes, your Sam. Always yours.”

  “And what about me?” came Peter’s voice.

  Jeremy looked up and held an arm out towards the man. “Come here.” Peter looked at him, and for a moment, Jeremy wasn’t sure he’d said the right thing. When the man smiled and approached, he again breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Yes, Sir. I can’t believe the cops got here.”

  “Me either, but don’t tell Sam.”

  Peter’s eyes widened. Jeremy laughed, and a moment later, Sam did too, then Peter joined in.

  Ken returned to where the three of them sat talking. “There’s going to be one hell of a clean up here. I’m guessing it’s going to be an all-nighter. You three got clothes and such in the house?”

  “Yeah, somewhere,” Jeremy replied.

  “I’ll need statements from each of you,” he said and glanced around. When he looked back, he grimaced. “Not now. There’s too much going on and not enough manpower.”

  “Whatever you want, we’ll do.”

  “Hmm, I can’t let you go snooping around. If I give you each a blanket, do you think you can get yourselves home or can I get one of the guys to give you a ride?”

  “No, we’re good,” Jeremy said.

  “Hang tight for a second.” He hurried over to a pile of rough grey blankets beside the door and grabbed some. When he got back, he handed each of them one and said to Jeremy, “I’ll need you to come in to the office tomorrow. There’s no way I’ll be able to get through this until then.”

  “You want us there first thing?” Sam asked.

  “Yeah, but not too early. Say ten. I’m hoping to get at least a nap before then.”

  “We’ll be there.” Jeremy said and got to his feet.

  Sam followed him, Peter next. Each of them wrapped a blanket around himself. Ken escorted them to where Jeremy’s car sat beside the house. The spare key he kept inside the wheel well was still there, and he quickly unlocked the doors.

  “No licence,” he said to Ken.

  “No problem. Just don’t drive like a maniac.”

  “Ken, thanks.” He held out his hand and Ken took it.

  They shook, and Ken said, “Thank you. It feels good to finally take this Nathanial character down.”

  “See you tomorrow.” Jeremy climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. He watched Ken head back to where the action was.

  * * * *

  “Hey, wake up you lazy beast.”

  The voice seemed to come from a mile away. Jeremy opened his eyes and blinked. “What the hell!”

  Sam and Peter, both naked and obviously ready for sex, knelt just inside the bedroom door. “Sir, it’s long past time you were out of bed.” Peter said a sly grin on his face. “Sam and I have been working for hours.”

  Jeremy glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed. Eight A.M., it read. He looked back at his two lovers and growled. “Yeah right, hours.”

  “Well, maybe not exactly hours. But we wanted you to wake up.”

  Sam smiled and fingered the gold chain Jeremy had given him shortly after the trial. Nathanial wouldn’t be buying or selling anything for some time, years in fact. It felt good to know they’d helped put the bastard away.

  “It’s Saturday, and we’d hoped you could spare some time to play with your very obedient slave boys, Master,” Peter chimed in.

  “Come here, both of you,” he said, holding his arms out.

  The two men leapt to their feet, cocks flailing against their thighs as they clambered into the king size bed.

  “Love you guys.” Jeremy took them into his arms.

  “Love you too, Master,” the two men said together.

  About the Author

  Jude’s imagination frequently leads her astray and she eagerly follows while trying to keep out of trouble, or at least, not get caught. For those who know her, you’ll know that’s not always easy. A picture, a smell, an unexpected glimpse of flesh, or a load of soil in the back of a pick-up, are all fodder for her writing. Her male characters run the gamut from the dominant male ruling his women with an iron fist, to a simpering purple-clad boy-toy whose only desire is to please. As diverse and richly depicted, her women find themselves in a myriad of exotic and erotic locations.

  Email: mason.jude@gmail.com

  Jude Mason loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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