The Slave Harem: A Kingdom of Slaves Book

by Wendy Rathbone

  Ren had more appetite after his second nap and ate both steak and chicken. He piled up on the fruit and salad, too. For dessert they all had more choices: fresh baked cookies and cakes, slices of lemon meringue pie, strawberries dipped in chocolate.

  If they ate this well every night, including the rest of the days’ meals, Ren wondered that they all wouldn’t become obese in a matter of years. But of course they were young. They swam. They worked out. They fucked. These restless men were burning the calories, no question.

  As they were finishing up, something happened that seemed to make the entire room rattle, from waterfall and sleep alcoves, to the kitchen area, TV and exercise abodes.

  The table gave a faint tremor.

  Then came the voice. Master. All the men stopped what they were doing and looked up, though there was nothing to see but recessed lights and a tall, white ceiling which was the bottom of the floor of the mansion’s second level.

  Ren looked up as well, as if the tilt of his head might increase his hearing.

  “These names only.” The tone echoed throughout the room. “Zanti. Jaxon. Aiden. Finn.” A pause. “And Ren.”

  There was a stirring on the air as the men shifted, waiting, silent. Finally the voice, returned. “Cam, you have instructions on your tablet. By eight at the door. Thank you.”

  Ren had been called.

  Aiden, Finn and Jaxon all surrounded Cam.

  “What does it say?” asked Finn.

  “We have not been given time to prepare for anything! That’s one half hour from now!” said Aiden.

  Cam shushed them all, looking down at his tablet, tapping every few seconds. He finally said, “There is little to prep. Make up for some, of course. And you should all shower.”

  “But who--?” Jaxon began.

  Cam interrupted him, turning to Ren. Now all their eyes were on him. “Ren gets braids, so we all must help. He is to wear the mask and the cock cage.”

  Ren frowned. “What?”

  “You do as you’re told,” Cam said. Walking over to him, he raised his hand and patted Ren’s cheek. “It’s the position of honor, my new friend.”

  Ren thought of the mask room. So many. Which one would be for him?

  Already, the others were hurrying about, those chosen, and those who were helping.

  “I’ll do your make up,” Ren heard one say to another.

  Cam looked up, raising his voice. “We all have to help Ren. He has a lot of hair. And Zanti, too.”

  *

  Ren had no time to think. The men pushed him and the four other chosen ones into the showers, spraying them down quickly with soap, washing them all over. Zanti was furthest away from Ren, but his presence was the one he was most aware of. Zanti, the one with no voice. And no brand. Zanti. The guy who kept staring at him.

  By the time Ren emerged only a couple minutes later, the twins were there, one with a towel and the other a blow dryer, and they were friendly as they helped Ren prepare.

  Out the corner of his eye, he saw Zanti sitting and Cam before him applying dark eye shadow that made his already large eyes look bright and glimmering.

  Ren did not get to sit. Someone came up behind him and as Ren looked down, hair blowing every which way, arms came around his waist and fastened a thick gold chain. Hanging low from the chain was a cage. For his cock.

  The man came around then, and knelt at Ren’s feet. Aaron. Grinning up at him. Being nice now. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

  Ren had seen all sorts of cock cages, but in all his training somehow he’d never been required to wear one. Other slaves did, but he had figured it was upon request, because Master Holden had never bothered him with one.

  This cage was gold mesh and slightly curved. It had an opening in back and his limp cock slid right into it with ease. Aaron fastened the other part of it to the waist chain so it held his cock aloft. There was a little extra room for him to grow inside the cage, but not much. It might be painful because Ren’s cock nearly doubled in size when aroused. A fact he was proud of.

  There was another chain below the cage that Aaron pulled tight underneath Ren’s balls. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but Ren didn’t care. This was for Master and he would obey. In fact, his excitement, now that it finally sank into him that he’d been called and placed in a place of honor, was the first surge of real energy he’d felt since his arrival.

  “There,” Aaron said. “Okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “Pity that.” Aaron gave him a wide, fake-bored grin.

  One of the twins pushed him into a chair that someone had brought to the center of the wash room. Ren fell back into it, the cock cage tugging at his genitals.

  Suddenly, he was surrounded. Uncounted hands began separating his hair into tiny bunches and the braiding began, none too gentle. They pulled and tugged. It was obvious they’d done this before. Prepared the guests of honor.

  Zanti stood to one side, his make up already done, and it made him look wild, his gaze voracious, completely an antithesis it seemed to a man who couldn’t or wouldn’t talk. What a pretty man he was with dark skin, slim hips, and veils of black-brown hair. Finn, Aiden and Jaxon were still being groomed, but each only had one helper applying lip gloss, eyeliner, hair spray, and glitter.

  Hands tugged and twisted Ren’s hair. His collar jingled. All their collars did whenever they moved. All were of a similar style, but different. Zanti’s collar had emeralds. Cam’s flashed moonstone. There were sapphires, diamonds, rubies of pink and pale green, and of course Ren’s own flashing white with emeralds, more like Zanti’s than anyone else’s.

  Colors. Everything was colors, excited auras mixing like a rainbow above them all as they worked.

  In no time, Ren had a head full of braids and he smelled like fresh rain, not too sweet, not cloying, but a perfect scent to project cleanliness. Willingness.

  He had no idea what would be expected. Sex, of course. He could handle that. If he knew Master was watching, wanting him to perform, he would do so with great ease and pleasure.

  This was what he’d been waiting for.

  When they were all finished crowding the big wash room, Cam herded the five chosen to the center of the atrium. Ren thought they’d be going through the door he’d arrived through behind the waterfall, and into the mask room, but instead they went to the opposite part of the room to a blank wall past the TV area. A green tapestry of a tree hung there. Pretty, but not something Ren had given a second glance.

  Cam pulled the tapestry aside and draped it on a hook protruding from the wall. A flat door was revealed, already swinging open.

  Two grooms in white button up shirts and white shorts, both with black hair, waited inside the door on either side.

  Cam leaned toward Ren and whispered in his ear. “This is as far as I go, and the rest of us as well. You follow the others and do what the grooms say. You’ll be fine. You were trained for this.”

  Sexual performance? Yes. Ren was not worried. “Thank you, Cam. For everything.” He meant it.

  Cam nodded. Zanti had already gone ahead, the first to enter the hallway.

  Li Po came up, patting him gently on the shoulder. “Have fun, friend. You’re a star.”

  His new braids tugged as he walked forward, the last in line. The ends, fastened with thin silver rings, batted at his upper back and shoulders. He had never thought to glance in the mirror to see his altered appearance.

  As Ren crossed over the threshold, he saw a white staircase leading upward. One of the grooms touched his arm, motioning him to stop.

  Ren looked at him, eyebrows narrowed.

  “Mask first,” said the groom without emotion. From a table behind him, he brought up a sleek mask wrought of thin gold with slanted blank eye-holes. It was not a full face-mask. It would cover Ren’s eyes, and part of it dipped down on one side, and would cover his right cheek.

  While the others waited at t
he foot of the stairs, the groom fastened the mask onto Ren’s head with an elaborate system of ribbons, which fit almost like a net over the top of his head. The mask would not come loose that way, or even go askew from abrupt motions. It wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. Just strange. It shut out all his peripheral vision. And he could not see the full picture of what was ahead of him. Thus, it blinded his ability to see auras for the moment.

  Now that he was ready, the group moved, one groom leading, one groom trailing. Following Ren. They went up the staircase in single file.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Room of Moons and Suns and Sins

  Music played with a strange, seductive cadence. Instrumental only. The drums in the background created a heartbeat.

  They had entered the first room that faced the landing of the staircase on the second level of the mansion. The two grooms in white, silent, their faces hardened with determination, focused on their job, and quickly ushered the five harem men into the center of the room.

  One wall had a sunset mural painted in a sparse style of colorful slashes, still leaving most of the wall white. The orange sun dipped below curving lines of blue-black which could be interpreted as a sea, or mountains.

  The next wall contained a moon and stars on dusky blue, a pastel tableau of night as if the moon shed almost as much light as the sun.

  The third wall depicted a purple night, golden stars, and black lines overlapping it all as if one was looking through a jungle of tall grass.

  The fourth, the one marred by the door they’d just come through, held large black and white sketches of men in various erotic poses, very simple, elegant. All the colors of the walls were muted, the light in the room giving off a bronze haze. It confused Ren’s senses. At the moment, he could not see any live auras.

  In the center of the black carpeted room were lounging sofas, plush chairs and a large king-sized bed with a blue spread. Wordlessly, the grooms directed the men to sit in various places. Zanti lay back on the blue bed. Aaron sat on the edge of it. Aiden and Finn each took chairs which faced the bed as if they were going to watch the scene.

  This left Ren alone, standing on the carpet and facing the bed. The grooms stood aloof and did not look at him. Behind his mask, Ren’s cheeks sweated. He had to turn his head back and forth the see the entire set up, and try to follow what was happening.

  The others appeared excited. Aaron sitting on the bed was already half-aroused. No one moved. No one did anything. Ren stood very still in the center of the room. His cock cage was tight. His mask felt strange. But it was all right. He would willingly play Master’s games.

  From one second to the next, the pressure in the room changed. A static energy seemed to charge the air.

  The voice split the air. Not quite as mechanical. More melodious tonight. Low-toned. Beautiful.

  Master.

  Ren turned his head from side to side to see if Master had actually entered the room but he already knew the sound came from all around, again as if multiple speakers were hidden in every wall, as well as cameras.

  “Once upon a time there was a beautiful boy named Zanti.”

  Zanti raised his face, chin up, stream-lined chest puffed out. Ren looked at him with a sense of both hope and annoyance, the beautiful, voiceless guy still not aroused but lying seductively on the blue spread like a fairy prince.

  Master’s voice continued. As if he were reading them all a bedtime story.

  “Zanti came from a poor family. His mother and father were old by the time they had him, and older still as he grew into an adult. When they both became ill, Zanti sold his beauty and his obedience to the highest bidders in the darkest back rooms of the city to pay for their care. Zanti had a rare beauty, lips like rose wine and long-lashed eyes so big they gave him a look of innocence, though he was not. It was said he was feisty in bed, tense, almost angry, but eager, a player among men like no other.

  “Why was he like no other, you may ask. The men told stories around the bars and in the smoke-filled, drug-glazed back rooms. Zanti fucked like a fiend, made men come from just stroke, or a lick. Allowed them their pleasures in any way they wanted. But he himself never produced an orgasm in return. He did not come from any stimulation. The best had tried. No one could move Zanti beyond obedience, and when they were done with him Zanti would collect his payment and leave, only to show up the next night and the next.”

  Master cleared his throat. That made him human, at least, Ren thought.

  “One day, Zanti came to the attention of a rich count who offered to pay for not only one night with him, but a hundred. At triple Zanti’s usual price. His parents’ medical bills would be paid. They would be taken care of on that salary for at least a year.

  “And that was how Zanti found himself in the count’s bed in on a remote island in the middle of a stormy sea. Far from home. Awaiting the caresses of a stranger who, perhaps, hoped to win Zanti’s love. To milk from him the essence Zanti had refused every man he’d ever been with.”

  Master paused as a groom motioned to Zanti. Zanti lay back, his beautiful body in repose, sleek against the blue spread, his legs splayed, his cock on display where it lay still soft against his thigh.

  “Count Aaron had prepared himself to win Zanti’s heart.”

  A groom motioned Aaron to stand and face the bed.

  “Count Aaron came into the room where he lit all the candles.”

  As this was spoken, the other groom lit some candles on nearby tables.

  Aaron’s cock was hard as he faced the bed. Zanti eyed him up and down, then turned his head away as if too shy to see more.

  It was an act. It was all acting. That was what Cam had meant when he said they put on performances for Master.

  All right. Ren could get into this. If he didn’t have to be himself, if he didn’t have to think, all the better. But where did he fit? He hoped to soon find out.

  The story, though a narrative, was not entirely bad. It was fun. It was a fantasy, and Ren wondered of Master had written it himself and used the harem to see his creation come to life.

  Master continued to recite. Aaron and Zanti did everything the words described.

  “Determined to win Zanti’s passion, to control it, Count Aaron choose to make love to Zanti rather than control him right away. He began with his feet.”

  Aaron climbed onto the bed and took Zanti’s right foot in his hand and began to massage the arch. As Master read on, Aaron took each of Zanti’s toes into his mouth and sucked. The other foot received the same treatment.

  “He made love to Zanti’s legs with hands and mouth.”

  Aaron began to work his way up Zanti’s body. In his bent position, his ass faced the audience of Ren, Finn and Aiden, and it was lovely to look at, hard and round, the hips strong, the curve of his back and shoulders showing muscle lines and ribs. Zanti was astonishing in his relaxed position, head back, lashes fluttering, legs bent and lifted as Aaron left kisses all along his calves and then paid special attention to the insides of his knees.

  “The count placed his lips at the bend of Zanti’s knee, and the warm mouth left his skin tingling. The count kissed gently, the way a flower kisses the sunlight, and Zanti lay against the rich bedclothes and ornate pillows, a sculpture of beauty, still like stone. The only evidence that Zanti might feel something was a slight pinking of his cock.”

  This was true, as Zanti’s cock was not fully erect, not even close as Aaron reached the divots of his hips.

  As Master narrated, Aaron made love to Zanti’s entire body. Zanti obeyed Master’s story beautifully without becoming aroused. “He lay in a self-imposed languor, naked and exposed, but as if time itself had stopped and the count’s gestures could not be felt.”

  As Master read about how the count licked and stroked Zanti’s cheeks, his erect nipples, his underarms, his neck, Aaron obeyed. He did everything right.

  Zanti squirmed and whimpered a few times, which was not in the script, but it was a great performance and
fascinating all the same.

  Ren could see their auras now through his eye-holes, Aaron’s so pink with arousal and reddish with desire. Like a perfect magical fog winding and intertwining around them, and filled with lightnings of white and gold. But Zanti’s aura did not have color. The usual blackness lightened only a little to a silvery, haunting gray.

  Aaron kissed Zanti’s cheeks and forehead, ran his hands through his hair. He caressed his lips with his fingers, then with his tongue, forcing Zanti’s mouth open. But Zanti did not kiss back.

  “The count left delicate kisses along Zanti’s arms. When he got to the fingers, he sucked each one in turn.”

  There were many pauses as Master waited for the words to play out on the stage he’d set up.

  “Only after he finished with Zanti’s hands did he turn to his cock, which was sweetly reposing against his plump balls, but still not hard.”

  Still true. Zanti was perhaps not as soft as he had been, but he was not hard, and the rosy tip of his cock remained dry.

  “Zanti lay very still, legs spread in obedience, as the count took his cock in hand. No expression crossed his features. The count placed a feathery kiss at the tip of the neglected cock. Then licked delicately all around the head, making it glisten.”

  Zanti squirmed as Aaron obeyed.

  Ren loved to see it, how well they obeyed, how gentle Aaron forced himself to be, how patient. Pleasure slaves obeying, not in control, aroused Ren. The question now became, could Zanti hold on to his indifference. And for how long? And was it all an act? Had he been trained to control to that extent? Or was he jaded?

  “The count stopped when he got no response from Zanti and turned him onto his stomach.”

  Aaron flipped Zanti.

  The lovemaking began again, only from the back this time. All up and down the legs, arms, and waist until finally spreading the plump and pretty buttocks so that flower kisses could be placed between the crack and on the cute puckered hole of the beautiful boy who’d sold himself so he could pay his parents’ bills.