The Slave Harem: A Kingdom of Slaves Book

by Wendy Rathbone

  Ren nodded. Permission granted.

  Li Po moved down to a nipple. He and Calder sucked nipples simultaneously before Li Po dropped lower, tongue diving into the divot of Ren’s hip, then savoring the back of his thigh where it met the curve of buttock. He took hold of Ren’s leg and put it over his shoulder, then traced his tongue along the underside of Ren’s balls, which instantly drew up and rocked inside their sac, eager for more. Just when Ren’s leg was starting to feel uncomfortable, raised up and pushed aside, Li Po crawled under and through, letting the leg rest back on the cushion, and he was between Ren’s legs.

  He licked up his balls, laving the sack, then swirled his tongue around the root of Ren’s cock, which twitched with impatience, though Ren himself was not. He loved delayed orgasms. He loved the process.

  As if sensing this, Li Po took his time, licking around his cock before driving his tongue up along the underside with quick, wet licks. Ren’s stomach was already soaked from pre-cum. He loved having his cock sucked almost more than getting fucked. He already imagined the silken warmth, the suction, the movement of the mouth up and down his shaft.

  He wanted it but not fast. Slow. Delicious. Weaving pleasure upon pleasure.

  Every inch of Ren’s cock was thoroughly investigated before Li Po took the tip between his plump lips.

  By now, Jaxon had taken over the area of his balls, licking them over and over, kissing the skin between.

  When Li Po finally pushed his mouth over the tip, tonguing Ren, offering the first bit of suction, Ren’s body fizzed with the vibration of arousal so strong he never wanted it to end. Calder paid careful attention his nipples, which now felt huge and tight. His chest heaved.

  Li Po lowered his mouth further down the shaft. The lips circled him in a tight band. The suction increased. The wet warmth encased him. Saved him. Rebirthed him.

  That was what it was like. An experience more than play for Ren. Always. More than just fucking. He could give it. How he saw the color coalesce and suffuse the skin of others guided him, inspired him. But he could take it just as well. He had not forgotten this, only mourned the change of his environment. That was all. And then to have his first performance become less about pleasure; he had failed to come then. Master had to have noticed. Ren hadn’t yet come since coming to the harem.

  He wasn’t ashamed. Only annoyed. And made to feel more like an outsider than he already was.

  This was how Master should have seen him for the first time. Li Po, Calder and Jaxon brought him to life.

  Li Po’s mouth moved slowly upon him and Ren’s buttocks squirmed and tried to lift from the couch. Gentle hands held him. Soft mouths kissed and sucked on him. All over his body. Moving, wetting, sucking at the skin. But Li Po’s mouth on his cock never let up, never relented, and his cock thrummed happily in its new, hot nesting place, twitching and throbbing, causing Ren to soar higher and higher on his own storm brewing within, ready to explode with the force of a hurricane.

  Damp fingers found the skin behind his balls, then brushed teasingly over his hole. Of course he would let them fuck him for the asking, now that they’d broken through his dam, his grief and irritated resentment.

  Li Po pulled up, milking with his lips, and licked all about the tip of Ren’s cock, lighting even more fires. Ren bucked. Li Po held his hips with his hands, fingers curving around like a hug. He went down on Ren again, all the way so he could feel the throat muscles pulling, tightening on him.

  Ren’s head went back. His eyes rolled up. The crest was there quite suddenly, the stimulation on his nipples and balls extending the sensation until he saw the peak and knew it would be a long and glorious fall. No wings. No net. Nothing.

  His body jerked. He hurtled ever higher and then everything froze. He was pumping now, straight into Li Po’s mouth, the top of his head opening into white on white on white. His cock pulsed hard. He felt the spurts one after another. So many. The way the wetness grew about him. It was too much for Li Po to swallow all at once. He felt the overflow on the base of his cock, and rolling down to his ass. To the couch.

  He had his breath held. He let some of it out, then stopped, continuing to come. A cry broke free from his throat. He heard it like a bell dipping itself into the wind. Heard the storm try to swallow the house. Heard the rain and the waterfall as one.

  Honestly, in that moment no one on Earth, he believed, had ever experienced a better orgasm. It was all about him. He was the center, the focus, pure force, the universe itself.

  The men licked and caressed and kissed him as he came down. It took him a long time. He would have been shaking if they weren’t there to still him. He would have fallen if he weren’t already lying down.

  Kisses wrenched him out of his body, then back into it. On his ribs, his arms, his neck. Li Po was at his lips again, and he tasted himself upon them, salty and cool. Like foam.

  Ren raised his arms up and embraced Li Po, hands on the backs of his shoulders, rubbing the smooth skin.

  “Such a delight you are,” Li Po said, rising a few inches above his face. Smile turning to a low laugh. “Gourmet all the way.”

  Ren loved Li Po right then. His heart opening and closing. The others were nice, too, but more like beautiful blurs. Li Po had taken charge, and Ren liked men who did that. Who knew what they wanted and what to do. But Li Po was not his master.

  Still, Li Po was clear in his vision, not blurred, but bright and forward and someone he knew he wanted to hold on to in this harem. Someone special.

  Yet still, his mind went to Zanti. Did Zanti have someone special? And why did he even care? The silent boy had taken him until he’d bled. It had been almost an insult. Almost. Except for one fact. Everyone said Zanti never came. Never. But he had come inside Ren. What in all the world could that mean?

  He didn’t want to think about that. Lovely Li Po was in front of him now, and had just given him the time of his life with two other beautiful men.

  When Ren finally had the strength to feel like himself again, to sit up, to see the clouds of color that mixed their auras together, he said, feeling a genuine smile cross his face for the first time in days, “Who’s next?”

  All three of them were aroused, no question. And Ren, when excited, needed very little recuperation time. It didn’t matter, though. For the first time since entering the harem, he was ready to give.

  No one answered him right away. He saw movement out the corner of his eye. Zanti at the edge of the pool in silhouette, then turning his back and walking away. His stomach lurched. Had Zanti been watching them? Why? He blinked the image away.

  “All of you?” Ren asked with a grin, distracting himself from that thought. Before they could shrug, or shy away, or move forward—however their personalities drove them—Ren bent to lick a line of green light that blinked at him, tonguing up Calder’s thigh. Calder gasped, his long stiff cock twitching.

  Ren loved to use his gift to help men discover erogenous zones they might not even be aware of. Young or old, smart or not-so-smart, men were impatient. They wanted to fuck. They wanted the final bliss. But Ren knew—and these men had to know as well—bliss could be as exquisite in the process as it was in the outcome. You could spend an hour thinking you were coming the whole time only to be drowned by the final orgasm. Sex was fun, but it was also an art. And Ren painted with his whole body.

  Even though Ren’s first play with Master had been somewhat unpleasant, it had taught him that Master knew this as well, that most men simply wanted the outcome, the orgasm, but there was so much more. Did he have impatient boys in his harem? Ren thought not.

  The others realized Ren had chosen Calder as the next and moved around so Calder was in the middle of their circle.

  Calder’s pretty, midday-blue eyes widened and took on a bright sheen. His fair hair, sweat-damp at his forehead, sideburns and ears, framed him with darker locks, all starting to curl at the ends. He was so damn cute it melted Ren from the inside out just to look at him. Muscle, bone and
cock were the only hard things about him. Everything else was soft, soft and malleable, his ass the sweetest heart-shape, his chest all gentle curves, and all topped with the face of an angel.

  “Lie back, sweetheart,” Li Po said to Calder, then looked at Ren.

  Ren smiled. He didn’t mind if Li Po gave orders. In fact, he liked it.

  That boy, all creamy-skinned and willing, with a bubblegum pink cock, did as Li Po asked. He was like an offering to the gods, of milk and gold, with soft innocence but certainly not a virgin.

  Ren began to point out areas of Calder’s body that needed attention, when the aura of Calder pinged electric like circuits connecting on an energy level beyond ordinary awareness.

  The juncture between neck and shoulder. The back of the jaw. Left side just above the hip. Bellybutton. Juncture of thigh. Back of the knee. Little toe. Of course his cock radiated pure light, but that was ignored for now.

  The rain had slowed. The waterfall was louder now, and Aaron’s piano rumbled along slower, the chords more thoughtful as if he were composing now, thinking it through.

  Ren was aware of everything around him as well as Calder coming to life on the cushions, of the warmth in the room from the heaters combined with the rain scented, cooler air coming from the window he’d opened. Of the dew of the waterfall misting over them. The shadows of the other men moved about the room; the music undulated over it all.

  The other’s followed Ren’s commands, touching Calder where Ren indicated. His skin glowed. He brimmed with pleasure in voice, tightly shut eyes, and salt-sweet musk of arousal.

  Calder opened his blue eyes and begged Jaxon to fuck him. Ren nodded and Jaxon, more than ready, slowly entered his body. Ren loved to watch actual lovemaking, and this was it. Calder and Jaxon clearly had feelings for each other. Their tenderness with each other was like a confession of their desire. Need defined. Both their bodies radiated pink and pale blue. At the juncture where they joined, red fire encased them and shot tendrils of sizzling energy into the air.

  It was natural for Ren to see such things and sometimes he forgot that others were blind to it.

  They came together in each other’s arms while Li Po and Ren rubbed their backs, kissed their necks.

  Li Po was next.

  By that time, Ren noticed they’d drawn an audience, but Zanti was not among them now. This happened at the Palace, too. All the time when Ren focused his attention on one or more, others stopped to watch. Their masters allowed it. Master Holden had understood, and tried not to look too proud.

  It wasn’t that the other slaves at the Palace—or here in the harem—hadn’t witnessed great sex before. Of course they had. All the time. Ren understood it was something more. They saw it in him, and in his partners—something greater than just sexual joining. Something that went to another level of bliss, soul-deep. It could have been love, but Ren could manifest this energy for anyone, those he cared about and those who were strangers to him. Onlookers could see the scope of the performance beyond mere fucking, though few could describe in words why.

  The way Aaron interacted with his piano might have been one way to compare it. Fluent. Not just hearing and playing the compositions, but being a part of it.

  Ren’s partners were his compositions. His paintings. His poems. His plays.

  Li Po stretched out before him, Jaxon and Calder, hard as steel, light brown skin stretched and yearning, sparking blue, then gold, then orange.

  Ren loved the feel of him. Satiny, tight. He kissed him, cupped his head, felt his own heart open. Li Po had been the kindest to him of all. It affected how he saw him, how he touched him, how he brought him to life.

  It wasn’t long before Li Po bent his legs back, his cock bobbing, and pleaded to be penetrated. He was polite. He did not use crass terms. He did not say, Fuck me. He said, “Please. I need you inside.” His gaze sought Ren’s.

  Calder and Jaxon smoothed their palms over his arms, legs and chest. Ren licked the straining cock, then lower. Wetting him where his aura had turned to a fuchsia-petaled flower flashing at his hole.

  When Jaxon had taken Calder, he’d revealed a drawer beneath the couch filled with toys and vials of scented oils. Ren used something that smelled of flowers, spreading it over himself and onto Li Po. He went slowly, taking care, but the entry was easy. Li Po so open and willing.

  Ren had been ready to go again for a while now, his stamina just fine, burgeoning, actually. Li Po was so warm and welcoming, his eyes blurred. He did not always love to top, but he loved Li Po in this moment, so open and needy, and his body flamed for him.

  Hands caressed Ren’s buttocks and the backs of his legs as he thrust slowly in and out. Another hand cupped Li Po’s cock and balls, then lower, fingers framing where Ren entered Li Po. His strokes into Li Po and the strokes of those fingers—Jaxon’s—heightened everything, and the world swayed and brightened, full of so many colors he could not name. It was as if color shot from his eyes, and suddenly Li Po was thrusting up, hands reaching for Ren. “Deeper. Oh. Oh.” Jaxon stroked him and he came as Ren angled himself into him, knowing he’d hit his prostate.

  Li Po’s essence fountained from him, painting his flat chest white.

  All the colors of the atrium and the men and Li Po’s blooming aura gathered about him until he flew up into all color—pure white. Ren came as the whiteness went into him like snow and hot ash simultaneously.

  Suns, moons, stars surrounded him. His senses returned and he realized he’d collapsed on Li Po, who held him and stroked his back, breath puffing against his neck.

  This was the world. The gift of it. Wholeness. Completeness. The self divine.

  Calder and Jaxon lay beside them. All four men were in a daze for awhile.

  Their audience moved about them, curious, but no one spoke.

  Ren dozed in Li Po’s arms. When he finally opened his eyes again, Li Po’s were closed. His breathing even and slow.

  Later, one by one, they each got up and went to the showers.

  After bathing, Ren went into his alcove to take a nap. He woke with Li Po pressed against his back. “Sorry,” Li Po said. “I needed to touch you, feel you. I’m still not quite down from that ride.”

  Ren turned and kissed him. “It’s okay.” But for some reason, he’d felt Zanti in his bed. Just for a moment. But there was no reason for it. None. Li Po’s scent and touch were distinct. Ren had only been dreaming, then, and dreams were not something one could control.

  “What I mean is,” Li Po said softly, “we all have to respect each other’s space, or this would be a very difficult place to live. We don’t go where we’re not invited. You didn’t invite me here. But can I stay for a while?”

  “I said it’s okay. I meant it.” Ren kissed him again. Li Po’s mirror-like hair brushed Ren’s forehead, warm and smooth. His lips were rose-petal soft.

  Ren could hear the rain continuing to attempt its plunder of the world. He pulled Li Po close.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Consent

  After lunch, Cam, tablet in hand, came up to Ren.

  “We need to talk.”

  It had been four days since anyone had been called upstairs by Master. Since Ren had worn the mask. Li Po had spent much of the past night in his alcove. They mostly cuddled as if both needed that more than anything. But early in the morning, he’d left. And Ren stretched out, glad for the extra room. He liked Li Po, but he still liked his space.

  Still, Ren was happy about having Li Po to focus on. Li Po was like a healing force. Solid. Good. Sane.

  Now Ren’s body tensed and he glanced beyond Cam to see if Zanti was about. Zanti had not eaten meals at the table for days. He lurked in the shadows, a darkly blooming flower, his aura nearly black, his unusual, feral beauty aglow but distant.

  Ren did not care what Zanti did. He told himself this over and over. He just wanted him to stay away from him. But all that was a lie. Ren was intrigued if nothing more. Zanti was an enigma and he would be fooling hims
elf if he thought he wasn’t curious about the guy’s story.

  Not seeing Zanti anywhere about, Ren shrugged. “Sure.”

  Cam said, “Let’s go sit.”

  Cam led them to a couch in the media area. As Ren sat, he said, before Cam could speak, “I’ve been thinking of making a request to Master. Has anyone ever asked for a yard?”

  Pulling his leg up and folding it under his chin, Cam replied, “You mean outdoors?”

  “Yes.”

  The other man laughed.

  “Don’t laugh. What if I wanted to garden? You know, like Aaron’s hobby with his piano.”

  “Yeah, we all get what we ask for. Within reason. It can take time. I’ll make a note. But we have plants and a waterfall and special lights here that make it seem like the outdoors. We get our vitamin D from those lights. But once in a while Master has allowed the twins and Tomo to go running on the grounds. Accompanied, of course.”

  “Really?”

  Cam nodded. “Me, well, I’m not one for running. And if I want fresh air, I open a window.”

  “What about field trips?”

  Cam shook his head.

  Ren noted that none of the men suffered. But their world of captivity was incomplete. If they noticed, they soon learned to look the other way. Ren knew all about trying not to think about the things you couldn’t change.

  “Something else I wanted to talk to you about.” Cam looked away, head tilting. He gazed at the waterfall for a moment before again facing Ren.

  Ren leaned back. Took a breath.

  “Zanti,” Cam said softly.

  Ren didn’t want to talk about Zanti. Not to Cam. Not to anyone. He almost got up right then. He pressed his mouth tight, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Instead, he attempted to keep control of the conversation. The fact that Zanti shadowed Cam a lot made him ask, “So, are you two a thing? Like lovers?” Though he could not imagine what Cam saw in that guy aside from his hellishly, ethereal beauty.