Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Tease.” And Seldon loved it. Lifting Alex up into his arms, he shuffled the sweat drenched body around in his arms so Alex’s thighs rested against his chest. He then leaned his weight over him so he folded him in half and lifted the smaller man off the bed to impale him in the air. The sweat made his body slippery, so Seldon moved them to a wall to lean Alex’s shoulders against, giving Seldon a good angle to thrust up into his ass.

  “Oh fuck, that’s the one, right there!” Alex bellowed, gripping frantically at Seldon’s shoulders.

  “You love it yet?”

  “Yes! Fuck yes, I love it.” Alex began shivering in Seldon’s arms as he kept at the sweet spot. Another orgasm rushed down Seldon’s spine, but he wanted Alex’ ass to tighten around him when he filled him again.

  “Oh, here it comes, here it comes! Don’t you fucking dose me again!”

  “Then stop teasing—” Fuck the rest of that sentence, because Alex’s ass clamped down tightly and Seldon’s orgasm crashed over him, leaving him dizzy and seeing stars. He leaned in for support and basked in the aftermath, enjoying the croaked groans and heavy breathing from the twitching breeder in his arms.

  Letting his now flaccid cock slip from Alex, he gently lowered him to his feet. But letting go of him was a bad idea because Alex almost collapsed at his feet.

  “I can’t feel my legs,” Alex said, and Seldon grabbed him to steer him to the bed. “You’re cruel and unusual.”

  “Tell me you didn’t love it.”

  “You know I did,” Alex groaned and fell back onto the bed. Seldon was too tired to do anything about the cum that had dripped down Alex’s legs and smeared his sheets and the floor. He just wanted to sleep, so he gathered the remaining strength of his own shaky limbs to shuffle the lax, young man further in on the bed and collapse next to him.

  * * * *

  Daniel awoke to snoring from the big bed. Both men were out cold. With the fuck they’d had in the middle of the night, he could understand why. At least he didn’t have to pee urgently, so he kept quiet.

  He’d slept badly and remembered odd glimpses of nightmares that didn’t make sense. The screaming was pretty easy to pinpoint, they still belonged to the breeder, but he also remembered being restrained himself.

  Last night had unfolded oddly. From the steak knife and onward. Seldon hadn’t hurt him. No reprimands, no slaps, nothing. That didn’t mean he’d trust Seldon not to hit him, and he still didn’t understand what the big man had been so annoyed about. He’d done what he was told to—hadn’t missed a single master. He thought he had at one point, but since no stinging slap followed, he apparently hadn’t.

  He wondered what day it was. He could barely remember. He’d woken up in this bed twice, right? Was it Friday? Would he have had to admit to his parents that he had canceled the appointment with the Business College if he had been at home? Sat at the breakfast table with them and come clean? It would have been better than being shackled to a bed six feet from an Incubus with delusions of grandeur.

  Thoughts continued to what his parents were doing to find him. What they were doing, in general, knowing their son was missing. Did they think he was dead? He’d seen cops on TV claim that if the person wasn’t found within forty-eight hours, the chances of getting them back alive dropped dramatically. Or was it seventy-two hours? Would that mean the police stopped looking? How many people did the Cubi kidnap a year?

  He’d finally had a chance to look out the big windows and found himself underground, overlooking a canyon and lots of trees. So many windows were visible to each side and so many levels if what he could see from here was general for the complex. They were almost at the top of this…built in or carved out structure. He couldn’t count exactly how many levels down they were, but at least ten. And there seemed to be a hundred levels.

  Jeff and Alex seemed happy here. Could he be? They both had a healthy banter with the big Incubus, and he was nice to them. Was that because he fed from them or would Daniel one day be able to joke with him, too? He could earn his own room, which could mean Seldon hadn’t planned on him being pinned to this bed for the three years he was to serve as a house slave. The incident in the kitchen certainly hadn’t helped him earn the trust necessary for his own room, and it would probably be a long while until he did. Apparently, not all Daniel’s talents were appreciated here, and the ones he needed were the ones he lacked.

  Something made chirping noise in the room, and Seldon’s head shot up from the pillow. He grunted something and scrambled for his phone on the nightstand.

  “Hmm,” he answered it. “No, he’s sleeping, so was I…find another.” Seldon hung up, apparently not waiting for the answer. He looked at the display. “Holy shit.” Seldon sat up, rubbing his eyes before zeroing in on Daniel. Should he pretend to be sleeping? Too late. “How long have you been awake?”

  “An hour, I think, Master.”

  “Need to pee?”

  “No, Master.”

  Seldon nodded and turned on the bed to push Alex. A grunt and that was it. “Alex. It’s ten in the morning.”

  “Shit!” Alex looked up, hair a total disaster.

  “I told the blue-eye to find someone else.”

  “Thanks.” Alex moved and stopped, his face contorting in pain. “Fuck. My. Ass!”

  “Did that.”

  “Yeah, and I hope your dick is minced meat, god.”

  Seldon chuckled. “Go take a shower.”

  Alex got up and went into the bathroom while Seldon came to perch on the edge of Daniel’s bed. He unshackled him and just sat here for a minute, so Daniel stayed put.

  “Once you’ve finished up in the bathroom you’d better change the sheets and clean that up.” Seldon pointed to the floor where something had dried. “Caledon has a tendency to show up whenever he wants for dosing, and the bedding needs to be changed before that.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good boy.” Seldon got up, and Daniel followed suit, going to the closet to find what he needed.

  “You got any ointment?” Alex shouted from the bathroom.

  “Under the sink!”

  Daniel finished up and took the bedding to the washing machine, finding it still full from yesterday. Oh shit, how to use a dryer. He remembered hearing something about clothes being ruined by heat. That’s what his mom yelled to his dad about one time about a sweater. Clothes coming out of a dryer were warm, so would it be possible to ruin something going into the dryer?

  Something moved in his peripheral vision, and he jumped.

  “Need another introduction on household machines?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Seldon moved closer. “Just stuff the wet in there and put it on this program. You can make notes and leave them here until you get it.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel liked the patient tone. He still glanced the big man’s way as he tried to remember the soap and program from the day before. Seldon just waited and did nothing. Finally done, Seldon nodded and left.

  “It’ll be done in a few hours. Shake it out good and fold them neatly before putting them in the closet, okay?”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel followed him out, finding Alex done in the shower and on his way out.

  “Good meeting you, Daniel. Next time, maybe we can play a little pool tournament.”

  “If I get the hang of it.”

  “Oh, you will. You, unlike me, have the opportunity to practice every day.”

  Daniel doubted it since he was a house slave. Once he’d gotten a hang of all that had to be done he’d be spending his time cleaning all day long. But he chose the polite answer. “Okay.”

  “Could be fun,” Seldon said. “Now go tend to your ass. Who’s the blue-eye by the way?”

  “Elias.”

  “A Changeling.”

  Alex hung his head. “A sadistic Changeling.”

  “He hurts you?” Seldon asked. Daniel’s heart skipped a beat at the expression this question birthed on Alex’s face. Seldon w
ent to his nightstand to find something in a drawer before he sat on Daniel’s bed since Daniel was making his. He wrote something and handed the note to Alex.

  “Thank you, Sire,” Alex said with an expression of relief.

  “Now go on. Daniel needs food and stuff.”

  Alex waved and left, clutching the note.

  So, even if Alex loved to get dosed and fucked and banter with Seldon, it didn’t mean he liked all of them, Daniel mused.

  “If you have questions, ask them. You don’t have to ask for permission to ask me stuff. I might not tell you, but you can always ask.”

  “I was just wondering about Elias, Master,” Daniel said, stopping his attempt to get a pillow into the pillowcase.

  “Okay. Elias is…don’t ever repeat what I say around here, okay?”

  “No, Master, I mean, yes, Master.”

  Seldon snorted and smiled. “I know what you mean. Elias was quite the fighter when he came in. I was the one who dosed him and classified him because I get that end of the stock. He’s a power hungry bastard who treats humans as…animals.”

  I’m shackled to a fucking bed every night. You all treat us like animals—you call us breeders and stock for crying out loud.

  “Well, I know that expression. If you think I’m bad, this guy makes me look like the cuddliest sweetheart in this place. Mostly because I like talking to you, playing pool with you, hell, I’ll even take a breeder out just for the nice company. If I stuff you in a cage…” Seldon walked to a closet and opened, revealing a big iron cage with a mattress. “It’s for your safety. Not to punish.”

  “Why didn’t you put the fighter in there at night then?” Daniel asked. “Master.”

  “Okay, let’s tone down the master thing. If I ask you a direct question, use master, so I know you’ve got it. If you need to address me, where you’d normally use a name, use master. Okay?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Very good. I didn’t put him in there because I was too lazy to get him out of there three times that night to feed. I was so hungry after my entire day’s schedule slipping from the morning. I usually feed at night. Sometimes around noon, too.”

  “But he could have hurt you.” Knowing there were guys out there like Elias made Daniel wonder whether he should actually be happy that he had ended up with Seldon. It was fucked up to think it after he, completely unfazed, had pulled a guy’s nails out one by one, drilling rules into the guy’s head.

  “Thank you for your concern. But no, he couldn’t. No sharp objects within reach, and his restraints weren’t long enough to try to smother me with them. He could have kicked me, but that’s about it.”

  Daniel nodded and finished up. Seldon beckoned him to follow into the bathroom where they took a shower together. He’d still prefer not to be touched or having to touch Seldon, but at least it wasn’t sexual. Seldon might just be more cuddly than sadistic after all, Daniel decided as he washed the big guy’s back. Again, Seldon washed his dick with his back to Daniel, and this time, Daniel even got to wash his own. Facing Seldon, but still.

  Chapter Eleven

  Daniel seemed more at ease once they had finished showering. He guessed that was a step up. Especially after finding a bruise on each of the boy’s arms. Not exactly the perfect start to Seldon’s day, because he knew where they came from—from him holding the boy’s arms too tight after he had found him with the knife.

  Daniel moved around the kitchen and made coffee and breakfast while Seldon looked through his computer to see what his responsibilities demanded from him today. He had a bunch of messages, most of which were standard progress reports from the trainers he was in charge of training. He should be in the office doing this, but he didn’t want to leave Daniel alone. A message caught his attention as it was marked with the sign of trouble by a blue-eye under Seldon’s command.

  He opened the message and read that the fighter, which had come in on the same train as Daniel, was still not broken. Seldon tried to remember whether it was the one they also had problem dosing. He groaned at the slip of work because of Daniel, but he couldn’t have the boy just sit around the office and do nothing. Damn, when had he last been this distracted? No wonder Caledon called the training of an Untouchable daunting and time-consuming.

  If the breeder was the one they had trouble dosing, they’d have to get an old purple-eyed to give a dose and hope the potency didn’t kill the breeder. But what was he supposed to do with Daniel while he helped break the fighter? The boy certainly wasn’t going to see that if something as low-key as a disciplining of a breeder had frightened him this much.

  Seldon was pretty sure he could be safe with his Lord Caledon in the meantime, and he had to call him anyway to make a time for the dosing. Daniel came over with the coffee and poured Seldon a cup.

  “Thanks, boy,” Seldon said, content when the boy didn’t say yes, master. Daniel just hinted at a smile and went back for his breakfast. He ate while Seldon wrote Caledon a short message about the predicament of today’s schedule. “I’m going to have to go work in the stables today. And you can’t come. Not with the way you reacted. Problem is, I’m afraid you’ll grow some balls and find a better knife—”

  “I won’t, Master,” Daniel squeaked, looking up with fearful eyes.

  “Trust is earned, boy. And it goes both ways. I don’t want you alone for a second, so I’m asking my Lord, someone I trust, to come stay here while I’m gone. Caledon, you met him.”

  “Yes, M—” Daniel caught himself as if trying to balance it.

  “Okay. He’s a nice guy, born Cubi like me. You can usually hear it by the name except for human names like the red-eye, Gordon. Our names always end in don. Born Succubi’s names always end in din. And purple eyes are born Cubi of course. I think I mentioned that.”

  “Is that the only way to guess whether you’re born or changed?”

  “No, there’s a few other telltales that don’t make it to the human body when changed.” Seldon smiled, wondering whether he should wait to explain this until after the boy had eaten. Daniel looked curious, though. “Okay, only born Cubi stop eating. It makes it easier for us to…feed without a lot of preparations in the bathroom. You know, for…” Seldon pointed behind him, hoping he didn’t have to explain anal sex and the need for hygiene while Daniel ate.

  “Oh!” Daniel finally said wide-eyed.

  “That and a longer tongue. Do you know what sounds are? The sex toy.”

  “No, Master.”

  “It’s something you put into the urethra of a guy. Also known as a penis plug.” Seldon laughed at the horrified expression. “Well, we have a long tongue that can do something similar. For the purpose of dosing. Our dose-gland is located on the underside of our tongue and not with the saliva glands under the tongue in the jaw.”

  “Jesus. Can…can I see it?”

  Seldon reached out his tongue, extending and elongating the muscle to four inches from his lips. “Some tongues go even longer. We can dose an ass with it, too.”

  Daniel put down his fork.

  “Sorry.” Not the most sincere apology in the world since Seldon couldn’t hold back grinning. His computer pinged, and he found a message from Caledon that he and Maldon would be over to keep the boy company in an about an hour.

  Which reminded Seldon of the problem with clothes for Daniel. Not that the boy didn’t look absolutely gorgeous naked—Seldon’s dick agreed—but as an Untouchable he was supposed to be dressed when around Cubi to let them know he was off limits. It was absolutely ridiculous around someone like Caledon, but bad judgment around blue and red-eyes had resulted in an Untouchable or Claimed breeder getting hurt so it was just implemented on all levels, and it still happened with red-eyes. Probably because Untouchables were so rare and red-eyes were horn-dogs with low self-control. Plus Daniel wouldn’t mind getting clothes. After the whole ordeal the day before, Seldon even thought he’d prefer the later hassle with teaching Daniel to get over body-consciousness if it could make t
he boy calm down.

  “You get some of my clothes again today. Tomorrow or later today, depending on how it all works out, we’ll visit Provisions to get you something your own size.”

  “I get clothes?” Daniel asked, surprised.

  Seldon looked up from his computer.

  “Master,” Daniel added.

  Almost didn’t say it, so we’re moving in the right direction.

  “Yes. You’re an Untouchable. But I like you naked around the house when it’s just us. I like nakedness as you’ve probably noticed since I’m also naked.”

  “But, breeders are always naked?”

  “Yeah. They serve everyone unless claimed by a Mister, Sire, or Lord. Or their female counterparts—a Mistress, a Dame, or a Lady.”

  “If claimed, does the breeder then only feed that Cubus?”

  “Sometimes. Other times other Cubi can call and ask whether they can borrow the breeder. Like I did with Jeff. His Sire and I are good friends.”

  “He’s nice,” Daniel said, picking up his fork again.

  “Yeah. His Sire, Jaydon, is a fun guy, too. He runs Sanitation.” Seldon poured them both more coffee, smiling at Daniel’s surprise at the gesture. Yeah, the boy would learn if he was friendlier around him. At least he didn’t jump as much as he did the day before, but Daniel still seemed to try to grow eyes in the back of his head whenever he was around Seldon.

  To show a bit of appreciation for the growing ease, Seldon got up to find the clothes he had promised the boy while he finished eating. Halfway down the hall he heard steps behind him and turned to find Daniel standing there.

  “Finished your breakfast?”

  “No, Master, but you said…that I wasn’t allowed to be alone.”

  He did say that. But for the boy to follow him it had to be out of fear and not respect.

  “Good boy.” Seldon continued into the bedroom and found something in the closets. Daniel pulled the clothes on while Seldon found clothes for himself, suited for what could be a rough day of dirty work—jeans and a long-sleeved t.