Marcus whimpered and surrendered to the kiss. He leaned into it, responding as if he wasn't kissing royalty. He parted his full lips and tilted his head a little to one side, offering himself without reservation.
The way the slave yielded set Wilhelm on fire. He'd wanted Marcus from the first moment he'd seen him, and his desire had only increased since then. Now, they were both naked and aroused and nothing was stopping them. Wilhelm explored the other man's mouth, claiming it like he would soon claim his body.
Marcus leaned closer, his hands coming to rest naturally on the Master's chest. It had been a long time since he'd been kissed, and he soaked up every nuance of hot, wet touch. He sucked gently on the other's tongue, inviting him in sweetly, holding no part of his desire for him back.
Wilhelm was stunned by the way Marcus reacted. Not like a slave at all, but like a lover. It was divine. He couldn't get enough of his sweet mouth. He shouldn't be doing this and it made it all the sweeter. He let his hands trace lightly over the slave's skin.
Marcus was not trained as a pleasure slave. He only knew sex from personal experience, mostly with other slaves. From an early age he'd realized his attraction to men was greater than to women, and since he'd been sold into slavery he had never grudged himself stolen moments of passion. He loved the feel of strong hands touching him and he moaned when the Master did so.
Marcus was too perfect, and Wilhelm knew he had to possess him fully. He could have ordered any number of pleasure slaves, but he had always preferred a willing partner. His hand strayed down to the slave's cock and he wrapped his fingers around it with a moan.
Marcus broke the kiss on a gasp. He stared into the Master's eyes. He wanted him so badly, but it wasn't his place to ask for anything. “I want to please you,” he whispered, finding that the closest he could get to what was really going on in his mind.
Nothing Marcus might have said could have made him happier. He wanted the slave to please him, wanted it more than anything in the world. “I wish to take you, beautiful one,” Wilhelm murmured. He ached for it but he could still hold back.
Marcus nodded, still panting. “Anything, anything you want, Master,” he whispered hoarsely. He had to hold himself back from touching the other man without permission.
Wilhelm groaned. This slave was his fantasy. “Have you been with a man before?” he asked softly. From the way Marcus reacted, he figured he had, but he wanted to be sure. He stroked him just a little, under the water.
Marcus nodded and looked down, blushing. “Yes, Master. Many times.” Marcus didn't want to admit all of his sexual adventures, but when a handsome man propositioned him, he couldn't help himself.
Wilhelm raised an eyebrow. Marcus looked so innocent. “And you like it?” he asked softly. He wanted to give Marcus pleasure, as much as he wanted to take pleasure from him.
"Yes. I do, Master. Perhaps too much.” He wanted to squirm, but his Master's fingers were still curled around his throbbing cock. He was completely helpless, a slave to his own body.
Wilhelm didn't know quite what to make of that statement, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. “You have a gorgeous mouth,” he whispered, gaze fixed on the slave's full lips.
Marcus licked his lips. “Thank you, Master,” he whispered. “You...” He lowered his eyes. “May I speak, Master?” he asked softly.
"Of course,” Wilhelm answered immediately. “When we are alone you may speak freely.” He still caressed the slave's pale skin, unable to get enough of just touching him.
Marcus swallowed hard, hoping he wasn't going to offend his new Master. “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life,” he said softly. “I am on fire for you, Master."
Wilhelm smiled. “Thank you, Marcus. You please me very much.” He pushed back a strand of damp hair out of the younger man's face. “Let's go to the bed. Let me touch you."
Marcus climbed out of the bath and grabbed a towel. He held it out for his Master, wrapping it around him when he got out. He dried himself off quickly with another, then moved to the bed.
Wilhelm followed, drying off perfunctorily, much more interested in Marcus. He lay down on the bed and beckoned him to follow. He was unashamed of his naked body, and he couldn't take his eyes off Marcus.
Marcus lay beside him, hesitant. He was still very aware that the other man owned him, though he wanted him badly. “May I touch you, Master?” he asked.
"Oh please, yes,” Wilhelm breathed, pulling him close. “I want you to do what feels right.” He wanted Marcus so badly, and it was thrilling that the slave wanted him, too. He pinched one of Marcus’ nipples before sliding his hand lower, down his belly.
Marcus moaned and slid his hands around the Master's body. His skin was as smooth as cream and he stroked lightly down his back. “Are you the prince?” he asked softly.
Wilhelm looked at him, surprised. “No one told you? Yes, I am the prince.” He stroked a thumb over the slave's full lips. “But please, don't be afraid. I won't force you to do anything, or hurt you."
Marcus hesitantly stroked the tip of his tongue against the Master's finger. “You can hurt me if you want to,” he whispered. “I don't mind.” His hand wandered down over the most perfect ass he'd ever touched, his breath hitching just a little.
Wilhelm gasped; that idea was incredibly arousing, but he pushed it aside. “I want you to know that though you are my slave, I would never ask you to do anything sexually that you didn't want to do.” He wanted everything but he wanted it to be mutual.
Marcus appreciated the sentiment. “I want to do everything with you, Master. Everything you want to do,” he said breathily. “Please ... there is nothing I would not want. With you."
It was almost more than Wilhelm could bear, the slave's abject surrender to him. He ached for him now, and he wanted to take him. But, he would not rush, because neither of them would forget this first time and he wanted it to be memorable. He rolled on top of Marcus and kissed him passionately.
Marcus moaned into the Master's mouth. His slender fingers curled over broad shoulders and he wriggled beneath him until he could slide his knees apart. The beautiful man above him wanted him. They were going to lie together. He was going to be taken by a prince. It was almost too much to comprehend.
The man below him was so accommodating, so yielding, that Wilhelm knew he would be hard pressed to take his time with him. He rocked slowly against Marcus, their damp skin rubbing deliciously. The whole time he kept his gaze on the slave's pretty face, entranced by him.
Marcus was half-crazed with need for the beautiful man on top of him. His fingers threaded into his soft hair and he whimpered helplessly.
Wilhelm kissed Marcus thoroughly, then moved on to his smooth neck. The slave tasted sweet and clean and male, and Wilhelm craved it. He needed to bury himself inside the sweet young man.
Marcus moaned again and tipped his chin up. He was sure he'd never been with so skilled a lover before, and certainly none so beautiful. “Ohh,” he breathed. “W-want you ... M-Master. Please..."
"You will have me, all of me,” promised Wilhelm. “But there is no hurry. We have all night.” He wanted to savor every moment.
Marcus drew a shaky breath and nodded. “I am sorry for my impatience, Master,” he whispered. He was still panting hard, but he concentrated on trying to behave.
Wilhelm stroked the slave's silky hair. “Do not be sorry. It pleases me that you want this so much.” That was an understatement, but it would have to do for now.
"How could I not?” he whispered. “You're beautiful, Master.” He gazed at the other man's face. “I would want you whether or not you were my Master."
It was exactly what Wilhelm wanted to hear, needed to hear. He moaned, rubbing their bodies together as slowly as he could. He looked up for the vial of oil he would need; it was sitting on a small table near the bed and he bade the slave wait for him as he fetched it. He returned to the bed as quickly as possible.
Marcus stayed where
he was, naked and spread out. The bed was unbelievably comfortable, and he was about to be taken by his gorgeous Master. He counted himself very fortunate indeed, and he hoped he pleased this man well. He never wanted to leave this place.
Wilhelm climbed back up on the bed, between the slave's long, lovely legs. He looked down at him for a long moment, warming the oil in his hands. He wanted to remember this moment forever. He handed the vial to Marcus and said, “Oil me?” He wanted Marcus’ hands on him.
Marcus leaned up and accepted the vial from his Master. He poured some into his palm and let it warm for a minute, then started to smooth it down over his cock. He stared into the other man's eyes as he did so. “I cannot wait to feel you inside me, Master,” he whispered.
Wilhelm bit his lip to keep from crying out at Marcus’ touch. There was one more matter to attend to, however. “I do not wish to hurt you,” he said. He knew that pleasure slaves prepared themselves before they were sent to serve, but Marcus was not a pleasure slave.
"Oh,” Marcus said, blushing slightly as he understood. He put some more oil on his fingers and lay back. He pulled his knees up high and slid one, then two fingers inside his own entrance.
Wilhelm reached out to stop Marcus’ hand. “No,” he said firmly. “Allow me.” He moved the slave's hand and replaced it with his own, smoothly preparing him with generous amounts of the soothing oil.
Marcus’ eyes widened, and he watched for a moment, amazed to think that the fingers inside him belonged to the son of the King. Then he lost the ability to reason as his Master touched a particularly sensitive spot. He moaned and lay back on the soft bed.
Wilhelm smiled as he felt the slave's reaction. “Does that feel good, my beauty?” he whispered. He knew that being inside Marcus was going to feel like heaven. He moved his fingers in and out, taking his time.
Marcus whimpered and nodded, almost afraid to speak. “It ... oh, Master ... ohh ... p-please..."
"Please what?” Wilhelm urged. “You may speak, Marcus. I want to know what you're feeling.” He wanted Marcus to want this as much as he did.
"PleasetakemeMaster,” he moaned. “I ... I am afraid that I will disappoint you if I can't stop myself.” His gaze was unwavering as he breathed heavily.
Wilhelm knew what the slave was trying to say, and he withdrew his fingers. “You will not disappoint me, I am sure of it,” he whispered, but he moved into position between the slave's legs. He pressed the head of his cock against his entrance, teasing himself.
Marcus was relieved when his Master moved into position. He spread himself as open as he could manage. Though he was slender, he was extremely fit and flexible, having worked hard for most of his young life. He was more than ready and he gazed adoringly upon the handsome young prince.
Wilhelm stared right into Marcus’ beautiful eyes as he pressed in slowly, gently. He groaned as the tight heat of the slave's body gripped him. The first slide in was always the best.
Marcus exhaled a puff of breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His eyes drifted closed for a moment and he let out a low, soft moan. It was perfection, as he'd known it would be.
His gaze fixed on Marcus, Wilhelm began to move, thrusting deeply and smoothly. The pleasure was instantaneous and incredible, and he felt as if the slave's body was made to receive his cock. They fit together perfectly.
Marcus couldn't speak. All he could do was moan and slide his fingers over the Master's smooth skin as he felt himself impaled over and over. It was better than he'd ever experienced before and he held back his climax with all the self-discipline he could muster.
Wilhelm already knew he was going to want Marcus over and over. He was so beautiful, so obedient, so perfect in every way. He slowly built up speed, holding back as long as he could. He wanted it to last forever. He knew the slave was enjoying it, too; he could feel the hard cock between them. Nothing had ever felt this good.
Marcus was whimpering piteously. “Do ... do you ... can I ... ohh...” The effort to hold back was almost painful, but he didn't want to do anything without permission. He clamped down around his Master's cock reflexively as his lithe body began to tremble.
"Tell me, Marcus,” Wilhelm commanded, pounding into the slender man beneath him. “First, tell me how it feels. Do you like me inside you?” He wanted to hear it, in the slave's sweet voice.
Marcus gasped and looked into his eyes. “It feels perfect, Master. Please ... may I ... may I come?” he asked.
Wilhelm shook his head. He was losing his own control now, but he wanted more. “Tell me ... is it the best you've ever felt?” He craved hearing it.
Marcus nodded. “Better than anything, Master. You are the most desirable man I've ever been with.” He meant every word.
Wilhelm moaned. He thrust harder and deeper, and whispered, “Come for me, sweet Marcus, let me hear you...” He knew he would be close behind.
Marcus was more than happy to let loose, and he screamed as he came. He pulsed between their bodies, and shook from the raw power of the climax. It left him whimpering again, spent and sated.
Marcus grew even tighter around him, and the friction drove Wilhelm over the edge as well. He moaned the slave's name as he emptied himself inside him. The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and he never wanted it to end.
Marcus was panting still. His entire body felt weightless and paralyzed. He smiled shyly at his Master. He was already infatuated, and he knew he would do anything to please this man. He hoped he would want to keep Marcus in his bed forever.
Wilhelm all but collapsed on the bed next to the slave. He gazed over at him and whispered, “You are amazing.” He pulled him close and kissed him deeply. He was drunk on pleasure, his body humming from it.
Marcus kissed back gratefully. The way his Master held him was more like a lover than a Master, and he couldn't have asked for more. He let his hand rest lightly on the strong arm embracing him and sighed softly with contentment.
Wilhelm had never been happier. He knew that this was breaking the rules. That he was already getting far too attached to a slave that was supposed to be his personal servant, not a sex slave. His father would strongly disapprove. But what his father didn't know...
He snuggled close to Marcus, determined to enjoy the moment.
Marcus drifted off to sleep in his Master's embrace. He'd never felt so safe and calm, at least, not since he'd left his family's home.
When morning came his Master took him again and it was all like a dream. Marcus was happy to serve, and even happier to share his handsome Master's bed.
His idyllic existence continued like that for some time. He was resented a little by the other household slaves simply because the prince favored him so. But Marcus didn't abuse his position. He didn't break the rules or ask for any special privileges except what he needed to, to serve the prince.
* * * *
One day a new slave came to the castle. He was skilled in music and was soon a favorite among the royal family. Though he was purchased to assist in the kitchens, in short order he was the main entertainment at meals and family gatherings. His name was Frederic, and Marcus found him extremely handsome, though not as handsome as his Master.
Wilhelm had also noticed Frederic. The slave was slender, but not quite as slender as Marcus, and a little darker in complexion. Wilhelm also got the impression that he wasn't quite as subservient as he should be, though he never got reprimanded. When he played music, he was even more attractive. He had natural talent, and he clearly knew it.
Wilhelm noticed Marcus watching him, too, and it gave him an idea.
One afternoon when the prince was out riding with the king, Marcus came upon Frederic in the kitchens. No one else was around, as the cook was out at the market, getting fresh food for the evening meal. He leaned in the doorway, half hiding behind the wooden doorframe. “Hello,” he said softly.
Frederic looked up from where he was peeling potatoes, and smiled brilliantly. “Hello, Marcus,” he said,
looking at the other slave. “That is your name, isn't it?"
Marcus nodded shyly. “Yes. You're Frederic, right?” he asked, his voice high and soft. He took a hesitant step into the room. “I heard you play last night. I snuck into the anteroom beside the dining room to listen. You're very good.” He took a seat on a bench across the rough hewn table from the other slave. He was lovely to look at—deep dark eyes and a friendly smile.
Frederic shook his slightly too-long hair out of his eyes. “Thanks,” he said, still smiling. He looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Look, I'm probably not supposed to ask, but what do you do here? What's your job? Because, I heard some of the other slaves talking..."
Marcus blushed. “I'm the prince's personal slave. I do whatever he needs me to do,” he said. “Why, what have you heard?” he asked. He wasn't surprised to find out that the others talked about him, but he wasn't particularly concerned about it, either. Just curious.
"Oooh, really? Anything he asks you to do?” Frederic asked with a little purr in his voice. He'd put down the potato he was peeling and he leaned back.
Marcus worried his full lower lip between his teeth. “What do you mean?” he asked. He didn't want to reveal what his Master liked to do, what Marcus liked to do, too. It didn't seem right to be gossiping about it.
Frederic's gaze traveled obviously down Marcus’ body. “Well, there's the gossip, and I didn't quite believe it, but,” he paused for a moment, then went on, “the prince is very handsome, isn't he?"
Marcus couldn't lie about that. “He's the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on,” he said quietly. “But what does that have to do with gossip? ‘Tis an obvious fact."
"That wasn't the gossip, of course,” Frederic teased. “But, since the prince is a handsome man and you are a pretty young man, and the prince seems to want you about him at all times ... naturally there is gossip."
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