Marcus’ eyes widened. “People are just jealous. You shouldn't listen to such things. Anyway, it's no one's business, anyway, is it?” he said defensively.
Frederic looked down contritely. “I'm sorry. It really is none of my business.” He looked up, right into Marcus’ eyes. “But if I had such a handsome Master, and such rumors were true, well, I don't think I'd be able to keep my happiness to myself.” He smiled at Marcus again.
Marcus smirked. “Well, then I suppose you could say I'm quite happy. But I am sure your only difficulty is finding someone as handsome as you are.” He looked down, blushing.
Frederic took a step closer. “Can I just say that the prince is a lucky man?"
Marcus gasped, smiling. “Thank you, but I am certain that I am the lucky one,” he demurred. It was definitely of interest that this handsome slave shared their inclinations. He only hoped his Master would not tire of him and move on to Frederic.
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A few days later, when Marcus was summoned to his Master's room, he saw Frederic again. He was sitting on the bed without a shirt on, and Marcus blinked. He looked at his Master, who was standing beside the bed. His first thought was that he was being replaced.
Wilhelm smiled as his favorite entered. “Marcus,” he said, approaching him. “Have you met Frederic?” He'd had his eye on the new slave for a while, and though he was quite enamored of Marcus, when he'd encountered Frederic alone in the corridors, he'd spoken to the slave and been entranced with him. He'd had a flash of guilt, but the slave had made it very clear that he would be eager to join the two of them. Frederic was gorgeous, and Wilhelm couldn't help himself.
Marcus lowered his eyes submissively. “Yes, Master. We have met,” he said quietly. His heart was a drumbeat in his chest. “Shall I leave you alone, Master?” he asked, his voice very nearly cracking.
Wilhelm gasped softly. “You misunderstand,” he said. “I asked Frederic to join us.” He paused. “If you don't want to, you are free to go.” He tried not to sound too disappointed.
Frederic lay back on the bed, not speaking, but gazing at Marcus intently. He smiled just a little, stretching his lithe body.
Marcus smiled, visibly relieved. “I will do whatever you wish, Master,” he said. He took a step towards him, then glanced at Frederic. He really was exceptionally handsome. “Did you need musical accompaniment, Master?” he teased gently.
Wilhelm laughed softly. “I prefer the music of sighs and moans,” he said. He settled on the bed, licking his lips. “Why don't the two of you help each other undress?” He could barely hide the lust in his voice. This was incredibly sexy.
Frederic stood smoothly and approached Marcus, smiling. “Good to see you again,” he purred.
Marcus’ lips twitched a little as he looked at Frederic. “I suppose what I said before was wrong. You didn't have much trouble finding someone as handsome as you,” he said quietly before glancing over at his Master.
Wilhelm sat down on the bed, watching the two beautiful young men intently. His heart was pounding, and he was hard as a rock. “Take your clothes off,” he breathed.
Frederic stepped in front of Wilhelm, not obstructing their Master's view. “Can I help you with your tunic?” he asked softly, reaching out.
Marcus let the other slave help him pull the garment off over his head, stepping closer still to Frederic. He let the soft linen fall to the floor, then reached out for the other slave's drawstring, tugging it free.
Frederic allowed Marcus to untie his pants, and he stepped out of them easily.
Wilhelm gasped. Frederic was fully aroused and his body was tanned and gorgeous. He couldn't wait to get his hands on him.
Frederic reached out for the tie of Marcus’ pants, smiling at him reassuringly. “You're so pretty,” he whispered.
Marcus swallowed hard as his gaze slid over Frederic's body. At the same time his own trousers dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them and looked to his Master for direction. He was hard as a rock in just the few minutes since he'd learned what his Master wanted.
Wilhelm kneeled on the bed, watching the two beautiful slaves. “Kiss for me,” he whispered, his loose pants doing nothing to hide how aroused he was.
Frederic smiled at Wilhelm, then turned back to Marcus as he stepped closer. He reached out for Marcus, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Marcus stared into Frederic's eyes. He was doing this for his Master, but it was no hardship. He stepped closer and put his hands lightly on Frederic's hips. Then he leaned in and kissed him.
Wilhelm moaned, biting his lip as he watched. He'd never done such an erotic thing as watching two beautiful men, and he knew he could do anything he wanted to them. He intended to take them both. Eventually. He watched as Frederic moved closer, deepening the kiss, his hands going to Marcus’ back. Their cocks touched, and Wilhelm's own cock throbbed.
Marcus ran his hands up Frederic's chest and tilted his head. He whimpered when their bodies pressed together. Frederic was an excellent kisser. His hands skimmed along the broad, smooth shoulders.
Wilhelm had never thought that watching someone else kiss would be so erotic. But when the ones kissing were two beautiful naked young men who would do anything he told them, it was incredible.
Frederic's hands went to Marcus’ ass, pulling them closer yet. Marcus sucked in a breath when Frederic grabbed him. He moaned into the kiss and started rocking his hips back and forth restlessly. There was something about his Master watching that made it so much hotter. Yes, Frederic was gorgeous, but it was the man on the bed that Marcus truly ached for.
Wilhelm watched the two slaves kissing, rubbing at his arousal through his pants. Finally, he said, “Come here. Both of you. Undress me."
Frederic pulled back from the kiss, looking into Marcus’ eyes for a long moment before he turned and walked to the bed. Marcus crawled onto the bed, moving around behind his Master. He lifted his shirt, pulling it off like he'd done many times before. He watched Frederic from over his Master's shoulder.
Frederic leaned down to untie the prince's trousers. He let his hand press against the bulge under the fabric and Wilhelm knew it was deliberate. But he didn't mind. He arched up into the touch, leaning back to nuzzle Marcus’ neck.
Marcus slid his hands around his Master's chest. He toyed with his nipples in a way that he already knew that he liked. He couldn't help a little twinge of jealousy when he noticed Frederic rubbing the prince, but he tried to suppress it.
Wilhelm moaned more loudly, and he reached back to pull Marcus’ head around, kissing him deeply. He felt Frederic pull his pants down, exposing his very hard cock. He moaned more loudly as he felt warm breath on his length.
Marcus pressed against his Master's back and kissed him, stroking against his tongue. He could feel the tension in every taut muscle of his Master's lean body, and he knew what Frederic was doing without looking.
Four hands on him, two mouths ... it was lovely, and Wilhelm wondered why he'd never thought of this before. It was going to take all his control to enjoy both these beautiful men to the fullest, but Wilhelm certainly was going to try his best. He felt Frederic nuzzling at his cock and he reached down to pull the slave's mouth closer, encouraging him to suck him. The heat of the mouth that surrounded him made him moan loudly.
Marcus pressed his body closer as he leaned over his Master's shoulder to kiss him. His cock was trapped between his own body and the small of the other man's back. His hands roamed everywhere they could reach.
Wilhelm was drowning in sensation. Frederic's hot mouth was taking him in and Marcus was kissing him and both slaves were very aroused. Tonight was going to be incredible. He pulled out of the kiss and said, “Frederic. I want you to pleasure Marcus with your mouth.” He wanted his favorite to be rewarded.
Frederic pulled off of Wilhelm and smiled up at Marcus. “Yes, Master."
Marcus gasped and looked at Frederic. He scooted back and crawled across the bed towards Frederic. For a mome
nt he wasn't sure what to do or where to go and he looked at his Master. “Should ... should I lie down?” he asked.
Wilhelm smiled. “Yes. I think you should. Frederic's mouth seems quite talented.” He lay on his side so he could watch the two young men.
Frederic kneeled, looking at first Marcus, then Wilhelm. He licked his lips. Marcus shifted and stretched out on the mattress between his Master and Frederic. He stretched out, reaching up above his head, making himself completely vulnerable.
Frederic looked up at Wilhelm and smiled before crawling up the bed toward Marcus. He moved like a cat, and Wilhelm said, “That's right, Frederic, make sweet Marcus feel good.” He watched the show as Frederic straddled Marcus’ legs, then bent his head lower.
Marcus leaned up on his elbows. He licked his lips, panting already. Frederic was beautiful, and he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He looked over at his Master and smiled shyly at him. Hearing him call him ‘sweet Marcus’ made his heart skip a beat.
Frederic leaned down and didn't hesitate. He licked a line up Marcus’ hard cock, then swirled his tongue around the tip. Marcus gasped, his head falling back on a moan. The wet heat surrounding his cock was unbearably wonderful. He lay back and reached out for his Master. He rubbed his knuckles lightly across his jaw, gazing longingly into his eyes.
Wilhelm was touched by the way Marcus reached for him, and he leaned closer. “Enjoy, beautiful one,” he whispered, before capturing his mouth in a deep kiss.
Frederic slowly sucked Marcus’ cock into his mouth, inch by inch, taking his time. Marcus whimpered loudly into his Master's mouth. Frederic was definitely skilled at what he was doing. Marcus was sure he'd never felt anything like it. His other hand moved down and his fingers threaded into Frederic's hair.
Wilhelm loved the sound of Marcus’ pleasure, and he slid one hand down the slave's chest as he kissed him. He could hear Frederic sucking on Marcus, and he finally pulled back from the kiss so he could watch. Frederic's head bobbed up and down as he skillfully took Marcus in all the way to the base.
"Oh, god,” Marcus gasped. “I ... you should ... ohhh ... s-stop now,” he moaned. He was so close already. He didn't want to come too soon. He leaned up again, and looked from his Master to Frederic, his full lips parted.
Frederic stopped his motions, but didn't take his mouth from Marcus’ cock. He looked up at Wilhelm for instruction.
"Don't you like it?” Wilhelm asked softly. “I want you to be rewarded for being so sweet and obedient.” He felt more for this slave than he had for anyone.
Marcus looked at his Master, worried that he had displeased him. It was difficult to talk, but he croaked out, “I ... I can't hold on ... much longer.” He looked apologetically into his Master's eyes.
"I understand,” Wilhelm soothed, stroking his fingers over Marcus’ soft skin. “But I want you to feel good. I am sure you will have no trouble becoming aroused again.” He nodded at Frederic, who began sucking Marcus again. “Just enjoy."
With those words, Marcus gave himself over to it. He moaned helplessly as Frederic's skillful mouth worked on his cock. The slick, tight feeling drove him over the edge a moment later as his slender body arched. He shivered as the climax overtook his senses, his fingers tightening in Frederic's hair.
Frederic swallowed down every drop, then licked Marcus clean. Wilhelm felt his own cock pulse as he watched. As soon as Marcus was done, he pulled him into his arms, stroking his hair soothingly. “Did you like that, Marcus?” he asked.
Marcus cuddled close with a sated sigh. “Yes, Master,” he said. He nuzzled into the crook of his neck for a moment. “Thank you.” He felt warm and happy to have so considerate a Master. He hoped Frederic wasn't jealous.
Wilhelm held Marcus for a moment, then kissed him deeply. He pulled back and gazed into the slave's half-closed eyes. “You rest, and recover, while I take Frederic,” he instructed. “You may prepare yourself if you wish. I will take you next."
Then he looked at Frederic, and said, “Fetch the oil on the table, and put it on me."
Without hesitation, Frederic scrambled to get the vial, brought it back to the bed, and slowly slicked the prince's arousal.
Marcus moved to make room. He took the vial of oil from Frederic when he was finished with it. He watched as the other slave stroked his Master's cock, and his own body started to react again. He scooted a little farther over in the wide bed and drizzled some oil into his own palm, slicking his fingers with it, and lying back to prepare himself.
Wilhelm moaned at the way Frederic touched him, and he couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. Not that he didn't want Marcus more. But Frederic was exceptional, and very good at what he was doing. “Hands and knees,” Wilhelm finally said, his voice rougher than usual.
Frederic complied immediately, gaze now on Marcus as he knelt, open to Wilhelm, awaiting the Prince's cock.
Marcus looked at them both as he slid his fingers inside his own body. He gasped at the look in Frederic's eyes. “May I touch him, Master?” he asked softly.
Wilhelm knelt behind Frederic, pressing the head of his cock against the slave's entrance. “Yes, I'd like that,” he breathed, almost overwhelmed by desire. To Frederic he said, “Of course you may not climax until I give permission.” He began to slide inside.
"Yes, Master,” Frederic said, his voice going rough when the Prince entered him. He put his head down on the bed, surrendering to his Master, but at the same time he smiled at Marcus. His lips parted as he began to pant.
Marcus scooted closer after he'd finished prepping himself. He rolled onto his side and reached beneath Frederic, curling his fingers loosely around his cock. He watched both their faces in turn, stroking the other slave slowly as his Master fucked him.
Frederic's body was hot and tight, and Wilhelm drove deeply into him. He gripped the slave's hips as he thrust, going slowly so it would last. He scratched lightly down Frederic's back, and the slave beneath him arched up, whimpering softly. Wilhelm loved the way Frederic yielded, ass up and head down on the bed, taking every thrust. But his eyes kept going back to Marcus, his pretty face intent as he stroked Frederic.
Marcus watched Frederic's face. He knew that giving Frederic pleasure was giving his Master pleasure, so he concentrated on that for a moment. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Frederic's neck, sucking gently as he continued to stroke him.
Frederic's moans increased, and he tightened around Wilhelm's cock. The prince thrust harder, moaning as he watched his two slaves. It was so erotic to see the two sexy young men touch; they were both clearly aroused by the situation. He wanted to make them both scream. But he wanted to finish deep inside his sweet Marcus. He pulled Frederic up, back against his chest, and told Marcus, “Suck him. Make him come hard, Marcus. Frederic, you may climax when you wish."
Marcus shifted on the bed quickly, moving partially in front of Frederic. He pressed his lips to Frederic's cock and sucked him in quickly. He concentrated all his skill on making the other slave come. He swallowed around him, feeling his cock stretching open his throat.
Frederic gasped and moaned, leaning back against Wilhelm as he drove into him. He didn't say a word, though, just opened his mouth as he began to pulse into Marcus’ mouth. Wilhelm could feel Frederic's release, and he held himself back, just barely. He slowed his strokes as the slave climaxed.
Marcus pulled back, swallowing. He licked Frederic clean before letting his spent cock slide from his mouth. He lay back on the bed with a little pleased smile at them both.
Wilhelm pulled out of Frederic reluctantly. “Lie down, you were amazing,” he whispered to Frederic, and helped the slave to lie down comfortably. He wiped himself clean with a soft cloth, then he turned to Marcus. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, barely holding back. Frederic had been wonderful, but he craved Marcus.
Marcus nodded mutely. He was completely hard again and he wiped his mouth delicately with his fingers. “How do you want me, Master?” he asked softly.
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nbsp; "Just like that, on your back,” Wilhelm breathed, looking down at the beautiful man. “Spread those legs for me.” He used the time to get himself under control, though it wasn't easy. Not when he could look down at what awaited him.
Marcus lay back and lifted his knees high and wide. He licked his lips, waiting for his Master to climb on top of him. He couldn't even look at Frederic when the Master was about to make love to him.
Frederic lay on his side, panting and smiling. Wilhelm smiled back, then turned his full attention to Marcus. He positioned himself, kneeling between Marcus’ long legs and pushing them further apart, gently. His heart ached inexplicably as he looked down at the younger man. But his cock ached as well, and he slid into Marcus as smoothly as he could manage.
Marcus whimpered as his Master took him. It was gentle and sweet and hot all at once. His body adjusted quickly, as they'd been together every day, and he slid his hands over his Master's shoulders, gazing into his eyes.
It wasn't that taking Frederic hadn't been pleasurable. It was that when he took Marcus, it was so far beyond anything he'd ever felt that nothing else could compare. Almost immediately he was close to the edge.
Marcus was gasping, his slim body tightening around his Master's cock as he, too, quickly neared his climax. He arched beneath him and whimpered loudly. “Ohhh ... I ... oh, Master..."
Wilhelm thrust hard, burying himself inside Marcus each time, as deeply as possible. He never took his eyes from the slave's as he moved inside him. “Marcus..."
The way his Master said his name made Marcus moan and pushed him to the very edge of his control. “Ohh M-Master ... can I ... please...” He was already trembling.
Wilhelm could deny Marcus nothing, especially now. He wanted it to be earth-shattering for the pretty young man. He reached down to stroke Marcus’ cock as he drove into him. “Yes, sweet Marcus, you may come."
Marcus cried out for his Master as he came hard. His body shook and he came hard over the strong, soft fingers stroking him. He felt dizzy, like the building could collapse around them and he would be helpless to save himself. He wanted only the man above him. Nothing else mattered.
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