Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Did you guys come up a movie or what?” Seldon called from the den.

  “No! We’re making dip,” Jeff answered, winked at Daniel, and turned to make the dip. “Sire said something about you and me making dinner together tonight.”

  “I have to cook for a dinner party.”

  “Ah, you’re in for a busy night then. But don’t worry about it. What are we making tonight?”

  “This. So I can learn it before the dinner party.” Daniel took the recipe and handed it to Jeff, hoping he could read the ancient slanted handwriting because so far, Daniel had no luck in that department. He nodded, looking pleased.

  “Beautiful handwriting. Doable. I’m okay in a kitchen. You’ll see, it’s gonna fly.” Jeff whipped the dip and added a few things here and there before tasting it. He smiled pleased and put it on the tray, too. “I’ve known Seldon about eight years now. One word of advice. Keep a clean house.”

  Daniel nodded, once again remembering he had to change the bedding. He had to use the bathroom, too, but he only knew of the one by the bedroom.

  “Come on, you guys,” Seldon shouted.

  “Grumpy!” Jeff grinned, taking the tray. He then stopped as if thinking better of it. “You better take it in.”

  Daniel did, hoping he wouldn’t trip over something and land on Seldon. Why did his brain force-feed him anything that could go wrong right now? He still hadn’t thought of a movie. He hoped Jeff had an idea as he carried the tray in, placed it on the table, and took his seat next to Seldon again. Jeff picked up a huge pillow from a stack in the corner behind the TV and plopped down by Seldon’s feet even though there was plenty of room on either side of them on the crescent sofa.

  If Daniel hadn’t been told to sit next to Seldon, would he be expected to sit on the floor by the man’s feet, too? Like a good little slave? All he thought about was keeping the big man in a good mood, and when he saw that his cup was empty he refilled it, noticing Seldon’s eyes on him. It made him nervous, and he focused on not spilling.

  “Thank you, Daniel.”

  “Can I have the remote?” Jeff asked, holding out his hand. Seldon handed it to him and took his coffee, sitting back. Daniel took his own mug and drank the lukewarm contents he had poured while eating breakfast. Jeff shifted through the options and sometimes stopped to ask, “This one?”

  Seldon made a noncommittal noise and Jeff continued. Finally, both just looked at Daniel for an answer, and he nodded, wondering whether he should say something with master in it since both asked. Would that be addressing both? God, he hoped he wasn’t going to slip that one up since Seldon apparently wasn’t the kind who went back on punishments when promising them, and he had no illusions it was going to be a painful ordeal being bent over his knee.

  Now he was just curious to see what he had agreed to watch. His chest burned, but he managed to keep his emotions enough under wraps to not start crying. Where had his bravado gone to? Had he ever had any or had he just kidded himself into thinking he was this self-secure and brave young man, ready to take on the world? Apparently, because he had clearly not known this was in the world. He’d read things here and there about people being kidnapped, but not where he lived. Sure, there was the odd psycho storming a 7-11 or idiots going crazy at the grocery store, but…he’d never experienced any of this first hand. He was just an ignorant kid who couldn’t even wash his own clothes, and he ended up the slave of a neat-freak. Perfect. The recipe for disaster.

  Halfway through a movie, he couldn’t follow because he thought about everything but, Daniel couldn’t hold back his need to use the bathroom any longer.

  “Master?”

  “Mhm.” Seldon didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

  “May I use the bathroom?”

  That got the big man’s attention. “Of course.” Seldon paused the movie and Daniel went toward the stairs. “There’s a toilet behind that door, too.”

  Daniel diverted and stepped into the toilet, sighing in relief of having a few minutes alone. He hadn’t watched half the movie and only had about a handful of chips when Seldon moved the bowl closer to him as if silently reminding him to eat. His mind was on everything else and he kept thinking what punishments would be dished out for being messy or for accidentally putting a red sock with the white sheets. It was like his mind wouldn’t stop at guessing at those seven thousand percent.

  He finished up his business and washed his hands. As he was about to leave the bathroom he heard his mother’s voice, bitching about him spraying water all over the mirror and vanity when he washed his hands, so he stopped to make sure he hadn’t left a mess. He had, so he cleaned that up before unlocking the door. Seldon had a watchful eye on him, and Daniel wondered how long he had been in there. Had he interrupted the movie by taking too long? Was this Seldon’s annoyed glance?

  To not make them wait any further, he hurried back to his seat. Seldon eyed him for a few seconds before growling and pushing play. Daniel didn’t watch the rest of the movie, either. His brain was caught in the never-ending loop of what would happen when he messed up accompanied by memories of the breeder screaming for mercy.

  Chapter Eight

  Even kicking back and watching a movie hadn’t taken the tension out of the boy. When he went to the bathroom halfway through the movie he had stayed in there long enough to make Seldon worry, thinking what was in there that he could hurt himself with. Jeff had made an advance during that pause, but Seldon had denied him. Daniel had eaten one or two handfuls of the chips and sipped at the same cold cup of coffee he had brought in from the breakfast table. Since coming back he had just sat there. Stiffly.

  Seldon wondered what the boy’s life had been like up before they had taken him. Actually, he wondered what the hell it was like being nineteen in the world today. It had been decades since he had claimed a breeder, and he hadn’t been as young as this one, nor was he new to their world or to be trained as a companion. The last one had needed to see a punishment to finally step in line, and he had still been a handful testing his limits on a regular basis. A really spirited fellow who was fun in the sack for the years he had him. Sickness had taken him ten years ago.

  Had time in the human world changed that much or was this simply a personality thing? Seldon was shut off from the world—had been for several hundreds of years. The closest he got to the human’s world now was movies. That and books were how he tried to stay informed, but there was no question that it was only a sliver of their world. One theme, one viewpoint, generalized for mass understanding and recognition.

  One thing was for sure—the boy was not a hard-ass. Seldon pulled out his phone and sent a text to one of their troops in human population. The kid was missing, so it shouldn’t be a problem getting information on him. He wanted to know what kind of person he was dealing with because right now seemed a critical point. If he stepped too hard on the boy, he’d break him, and that would make Seldon’s life hell being his guardian the next three years. Depending on the boy’s classification he could even become useless to the Cubi if this was just the start of a downward spiral. If Seldon fucked this up he’d never get another Untouchable to train. Not that he wanted one to begin with but he definitely didn’t want to disappoint Lord Caledon.

  No use trying to do anything now other than give the boy a breather, Seldon thought and put on some music before grabbing Jeff by the arms and hauling him up onto his lap. Jeff yelped, grinning.

  “Hungry for a snack now?”

  “Yup.”

  “Something sweet? Or something a bit more aggressive?” Jeff ran a finger down Seldon’s peck and flicked a nipple.

  “Like a bowl of candy. A bit of everything.”

  Jeff lit up, grabbed the sides of Seldon’s pants, and tugged. Seldon chuckled and lifted his ass. Jeff pulled his pants all the way off before settling in between his legs. Seldon glanced secretly at Daniel who looked like he was trying not to watch. He’d done that the night before, too, and jacked off in bed. Seldon had
enjoyed the scent of his arousal and cum. He didn’t much like the fear, now. In fact, it bothered the hell out of him. A boy that beautiful shouldn’t smell like that.

  A skilled tongue started by his balls and licked all the way to the head of his cock, getting his attention. Wet heat laved at the head, wetting it thoroughly with saliva. The best thing about getting a blowjob by Jeff, other than the purity of his undosed energy, was his facial expressions. He fucking loved having a dick in his mouth, and he sucked like it was his last every time. Seldon wondered whether that was the reason the Cubi, who had claimed Jeff as his own, allowed him to feed Seldon?

  “Hmm, bonbon,” Jeff said, sucking gently on the head, swirling his tongue around it. Seldon groaned, feeling the prickles on his skin move toward his spine. “Lollipop.” Jeff took him all the way in so his nose was buried in the soft nest of curls at the base. Seldon was still amazed the guy’s throat could do that and purred appreciatively. Jeff bobbed his head, and Seldon took hold of his upper arms, rubbing them with his thumb. Jeff drew back, letting Seldon’s cock pop loudly out of his mouth before licking broad tongued up the hard length.

  “Better not be any gum in that bowl,” Seldon rumbled. Jeff grinned, wiggling his brows seductively.

  “Ever had any of those long licorice things? And then had competitions on who can wind it up the fastest with just their tongue?” Jeff dove lower, massaging Seldon’s balls with his tongue, getting a loud moan in return. Jeff groaned, sending a shiver through Seldon. Nudging his legs apart, Jeff moved lower again, and Seldon slid further down to give him room to rim him.

  “Give me another taste at that licorice string skill.”

  Jeff did, running a stiff tongue around Seldon’s hole before darting at the tight muscle. Hands explored Seldon’s thighs, abs, and chest and he let himself float away in what Jeff’s skillful mouth gave and the pleasure he built from giving it. Moving back a bit, Jeff massaged the perineum with a finger, sucking and licking his way up Seldon’s cock to once again take him in his mouth.

  That finger. He knew perfectly well that Jeff was a top. Unless dosed out of his mind and frantic for a huge relief, Seldon didn’t really enjoy being penetrated. That finger certainly did something, though, and Seldon felt the hunger satiate bit by bit as he moved closer to orgasm. That skillful mouth tormented him, still switching it up to edge his orgasm.

  “Fuck, Jeff, that mouth of yours,” Seldon managed between shallow breathing. “I love fucking your mouth.”

  Jeff moaned around the hard length, making Seldon jerk on the sofa. No turning back now, and in fear of Jeff stopping halfway again to edge him, Seldon took hold of his hair to bring his mouth down on his cock. Jeff grunted and sucked enthusiastically. Two thrusts into the warm wetness and Seldon threw his head back, moaning loudly as he emptied himself into Jeff’s mouth. He twitched in the aftermath and sighed before glancing down at Jeff who leaned his soft-bearded cheek on Seldon’s thigh with a happy expression.

  “You came?”

  “Mhm.” Jeff held up his hand covered in spunk and Seldon reached for it to suck the sticky and cooling sperm from his fingers. Jeff moaned as Seldon licked his fingers and between them, getting everything. Other than the energy seeping through his body, semen was loaded with pleasure. “Good snack,” Jeff purred, brushing his soft beard around the base of Seldon’s cock, making him twitch again.

  “Very,” Seldon purred, sucking the last digit into his mouth to get the last semen. He glanced at Daniel and inhaled through his nose. It had somewhat aroused the boy, but with the hormones of a nineteen-year-old, it didn’t surprise him.

  “Daniel, do you have everything for the recipe?” Jeff asked.

  “I think one or two things are missing.”

  “Let’s go check.” Jeff got up and went to the kitchen. Daniel followed, but halfway there he turned to fill his hands with what was no longer needed on the table like his still half full cup of cold coffee, the empty chips bag, and empty thermos. Seldon watched as he walked away before pulling his pants back on and staying on the sofa.

  His phone pinged at an incoming e-mail. Seeing who it was from, he got up to get his computer, hoping for enough information to want to read it on a larger screen. There was. School records, photos released to the public, last known sighting, and a video with a heartfelt pleading from his parents, which Seldon could have done without. The mother was beautiful, the dad an average Joe. At least Seldon had used headphones so Daniel wouldn’t hear his mother sobbing at a camera. Whoever had taken on the assignment to get information had also found the cover of some teen magazine with Daniel, and Seldon saved the picture because he loved the look.

  The boy had green eyes, auburn hair and brows, but on the teen magazine his eyes were accentuated by a touch of makeup, framing his eyes to focus attention there. He had a slight bedroom-eyes look that awoke a new hunger to race over and settle under Seldon’s skin. He rubbed at his neck where the hunger signs started to make their appearance. Okay, so he had just snacked, but this look was like the finest Teuscher chocolate. God, he was beautiful.

  He finally checked social media to see whether he could get anywhere closer to anything, but he didn’t want to actually ask Daniel for his passwords and log onto Daniel’s profiles to see what was going on. He did find a hashtag and pleas for Daniel’s safe return. He read through the comments where he could, finding the majority being the superficial prayers and wishes from complete strangers. Had to be because there were thousands.

  Daniel came into the den. Seldon closed the lid of his computer and looked up. The boy stopped a few paces from him, fumbling with a piece of paper.

  “That what you need for tonight.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Seldon reached for the note, and as soon as he had taken it, Daniel hurriedly returned to the kitchen. Seldon opened up the grocery order and put it in before going back to reading some of the comments. He stumbled over some negative ones saying good riddance to the vain bully, which left Seldon with more questions about the boy’s life. Others hinted at Daniel just having skipped off to try his luck in Hollywood, and they’d probably find his untalented ass for sale somewhere in a few months.

  Someone had posted a video as a counter to the untalented comment, of a twelve-year-old Daniel in a pilot of a soap opera. Untalented wasn’t the word Seldon would use as he had seen worse, but he certainly wouldn’t use talented, either. Maybe just inexperienced?

  Another mail pinged in, and Seldon found more school files and a rejection letter from an acting class, saying he lacked talent, just phrased more politely. The school papers told of him being held back a year because he had missed so much during the time he had been on the show, shooting the pilot. It had been canceled three episodes in.

  Guess finding himself so woefully out of his depths in his attempt to make his dream come true in front of Heimli’s camera had shaken the boy into reality. The world really wasn’t the playground this overly confident young man envisioned. He was naïve and had, until being sold as a slave, thought the world revolved around him. At least that’s what Seldon figured from having seen reality shows of young people dreaming big and telling the same story as he had just read.

  Seldon liked those reality shows because the young people really were beautiful, but they were naïve and self-centered, making them unbearable to work with. They took no form of criticism, constructive or otherwise. It was a trait of his time and not just a personality thing, Seldon concluded.

  The email pinged again, and a list of things Daniel had auditioned for came up. This guy was good, he found everything. Seldon wondered why the list of rejections hadn’t deterred the boy and made him see that he had to work at things and not just rely on his good looks. Seldon actually saw the irony in it. It was his good looks that had landed him as an Untouchable amongst the vainest race on the planet. Here he was nothing more. He was an Untouchable beauty amongst beautiful men and women who believed they and their race deserved nothing less. Seldon
wondered whether that realization was a part of the equation that made the boy shut down like this. Or if it was still just the fingernails.

  He figured he’d better make it easy for the boy. Hoping Jeff had gotten Daniel to open up a bit, he got up and went to the kitchen. If he had, any sign of it disappeared the second Seldon showed up.

  “Daniel, would you follow me?”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel followed to the bedroom where Seldon discovered that the cleaning crew had received his message about training a house slave and thus not changed the bedding. Pleased by this he walked to the closets and opened one.

  “This closet holds whatever is needed for our beds. Singles, doubles, sheets,” he said as he pointed out the shelves. He then pulled out what would be needed for their beds. Two singles and a double, plus the pillowcases and sheets. He brought them to his bed where he placed them and sat, patting the spot next to him. Daniel sat stiffly. “Having a totally new breeder in my bed, like I did last night, is not the norm. I have eight regular breeders and Jeff who’s more like…in human terms, a delicacy to be enjoyed on rare occasions. But we’ll start you out slow on this whole thing. My bedding is to be changed each day before bedtime. Your own once a week unless you…make a mess of them like you did last night.” Seldon added a smile and continued. “Nothing wrong with that. Okay?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You’ve gotten very good at addressing me correctly today.” Seldon looked at the boy who didn’t answer. No need, since it was a comment. Fear and a downcast glance. Finding more gentleness that he usually had with a slave, Seldon tipped Daniel’s face up to meet his eyes. “I saw you on the cover of a magazine.” That got him the boy’s attention. “You’re very beautiful. You have beautiful eyes, and I liked the way the makeup framed them.”