Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “But someone would be, wouldn’t they?”

  “No. Being a bottom man isn’t the same as being a woman, just the mechanics of it. Let’s look at that from another angle. We’re setting the table.” Seldon opened a drawer and pulled out the cutlery. “Knife, fork, knife, fork, knife, fork, and chopsticks.” He placed them at the end of the line he had made. “Now, because the majority of utensils on the table are paired knife fork, does that mean it would be relevant to ask the chopsticks which one is the knife and which one is the fork?”

  Daniel sputtered laughter for a second and Seldon loved the sound. It made his stomach flutter. The boy then stared at the cutlery with a contemplative frown on his face.

  “But you don’t like bottoming.”

  “That’s just my preference, I’m a control freak. And unless you forgot, you saw me take a dick several times and fucking loving every pound to my ass last night. I was dosed, and getting dosed for a Cubi is like alcohol to humans. But I’m an Incubus, born and bred, meaning my idea of sex is different from humans’. We let go and just have fun, and I certainly don’t feel degraded or that my masculinity is lessened in any way just because I had my ass pounded. But just because I can only feed off men doesn’t mean I can’t be with a woman. I have two sons and a daughter, all with Succubi mothers.”

  Daniel nodded. “So you’re bi?”

  “I’m of the Cubus race. Labels can be good for humans, I guess—makes it easier to meet up with like-minded people. But it’s not relevant with Cubi. We sometimes get a trans person in among the stock. Let me tell you, we got in a male to female trans, and she was fucking beautiful! But still male. Problem was, she was classified as a top for men. She was so destroyed by the differences in her head and body that we had her changed, got her the hormones and surgeries, and she became almost useless as a feeder. But she’s still here, still beautiful, and she has her own little harem of Incubi who can’t even feed that much from her. They just enjoy her personality.”

  Daniel gaped. “Why lose your food?”

  “Because there’s plenty more where you come from.”

  “So the stables are always full?”

  “Yeah. But not all stay in the stables. Take Jeff. He wanders this place and lives with the Cubus that claimed him. We take care of you because you’re so much more fun when you’re happy. And the quality of the energy is actually purer when you’re not dosed. Celina, the trans woman, is an incredible dancer. After her transition, she got a confidence that shows, and she’s often invited to dinner parties to incite us and the breeders.”

  “I don’t get the point of your story, Master.”

  “My point is that we accept whatever the fuck comes through here. We don’t care about your labels. We know of them, but they’re irrelevant to your energy—the dose brings out in you what can feed us while dosed. We get gay men who can only serve as food for a Succubus, and straight men who can only serve the Incubi. That doesn’t mean, if you work up enough goodwill like Jeff, that you can’t hook up. The one who claims a breeder, collaring them, is the first in line. That Cubus has to say yes before another may touch the claimed.”

  Daniel nodded to himself, his thoughts running miles a minute, and he forgot about the cooking. “What if…you get a guy in here who likes wearing makeup or something?”

  Seldon laughed. “We’re the vainest race there is. Nothing wrong with a guy who likes looking beautiful.”

  Something lit up in the boy’s eyes.

  “Do you want to?” Seldon asked, facing the boy.

  “What? No,” Daniel said, shaking his head, but he really wasn’t a talented actor.

  “Don’t lie to me. Ever.”

  Daniel shrank back. “It’s just…”

  “You like the idea, but you’ve been raised with the notion that it’s for girls?”

  Daniel shrugged. Then nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  “Explore yourself, Daniel. Like you did last night. And I’ll even help you. Put what you chopped in the pan and stir gently.” Seldon pulled out his phone to text his daughter while Daniel did as asked. He might as well use this need in the boy to smooth over the meeting, but he had no illusions that Daniel wouldn’t be upset about meeting one from the team that kidnapped him. Need your help with my Untouchable when you get back. Bring makeup. Stay for dinner. Love Dad.

  “How?”

  “How what? Stirring? You’re doing good.”

  “No, explore myself.”

  “I’m going to help you explore.” Seldon put the phone away and looked at the young beauty. “Did you like jacking off to us watching you?”

  Daniel blushed and kept his eyes on the pan he was stirring. “Yeah,” he finally said, pressing his lips tightly together to not smile.

  “What did you like?”

  “That you could only look. That you liked what you saw.”

  “Understatement of the year,” Seldon said, chuckling to disguise his reaction to the look in the boy’s eyes when he said that. His dick grew hard, and he’d have that damn boner until the breeder got there. “Do you remember I told you I saw the magazine cover? That I liked the look?”

  Daniel nodded, and his vain side showed. He loved being told he was beautiful. He loved being looked at with admiration.

  “You had eyeliner on, right?”

  “Yes, and foundation and stuff, too.”

  “And you wished you could every day?”

  Daniel smiled and looked away. “Yeah.”

  “Do you know how to apply it?”

  “Yeah, I did at home sometimes. Stole my mom’s makeup.”

  The smile fell a bit, but Seldon wanted to keep the boy talking now that he had finally gotten him to open up a bit. Hugging him and changing the training had helped.

  “And?”

  Daniel sighed. “My parents are really homophobic, and I was so scared I was gay.”

  “I’ve always thought bisexuals drew the longest straw. They can just love.”

  “Wouldn’t that be the pansexuals?”

  “Newer label, I’d have to Google that one.”

  “It’s like…they can love a trans for the gender they see themselves as, I think.”

  “Then they definitely drew a long straw, too.” Seldon poured in the chicken he had cooked along with some sauce. “Stir. No one will judge you here. You taking care of yourself and wanting to spin some heads will be greatly appreciated. Especially by yours truly because you’re mine, and in case you haven’t figured it out, Untouchables are a status symbol. Not fucking you is difficult. Training an Untouchable is with the goal of making you a first-grade lifelong partner to a purple Cubus. Your kind never ends up in a stable or a labor slave. You’re the cream of the crop, and you’re even asked when being paired. Unless you’re a Changeling. It’s a huge honor, and the prize for me training you is that I get to classify you. If you’re a Changeling you get a better job than the Changelings amongst the stock, too, because of your position.”

  “Job? What kind? I’d get a salary?” Daniel asked, stunned.

  “Yeah, kind of. Changelings become one of us, need to feed like we do. Heimli is a changeling. He’s now a hunter for us. And he’s very good at it by the looks of you.”

  The battle between wanting to take that as a compliment and be pissed at being prey was evident in the boy’s features, and Seldon found the contradictory expressions battling amusing.

  “Still don’t get the eye-thing. If you’re born a Cubus—”

  “Then our eyes look like human eyes until we…level up so to speak. Once we level up, we start drawing away. There are four levels, five for born Cubi, and we each have a responsibility. Red-eyes have two levels in the hierarchy because the first change is to the iris, then pupil, then the entire eyeball. Sunglasses now mean they can stay amongst humans until the entire eye becomes too red. It’s the same when red changes to light blue. Starts in the iris. It’s the level of energy that can be seen in our eyes. The stronger the color, the closer we are to the
next. We each pull our weight on our level, and once we rise we are responsible for dosing the lower Cubi to help them rise. We do that at dinner parties. Or if we just feel like it. The higher we rise, the more potent our doses are. A red-eye can barely dose a human, so we give doses so they can feed.”

  “How potent is a purple’s dose?”

  “One dose is the equivalent of one hundred Viagra to a human—it just does different things than a Viagra.”

  “And when you dose a purple?”

  Seldon laughed, remembering Maldon’s amusement. “It stimulates a bit at best. It makes the Cubus more sensitive and heightens the pleasure.”

  “Why did Maldon call you a cub?”

  Damn, no stopping the questions now. Seldon took the pan off the stove. He was happy about it, though.

  “Get a plate.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel turned to find one.

  “Cub is just a term of endearment we use about…well, Cubi kids, actually. It’s like me calling you boy, or me calling my youngest son Sonny.”

  They sat at the dinner table, and Daniel dug in. He looked positively surprised at the food.

  “Edible?” Seldon asked. Daniel groaned around a mouthful and nodded vigorously. “Haven’t lost the touch then.” Seldon polished his nails on his shirt. Daniel chuckled and continued eating. Yeah, things were moving in the right direction. Seldon hoped a movie after dinner would go better than last time.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The next few days moved by without much news about the red-eyed guard, and it irritated Seldon. He already felt like he wasn’t as hands on in the training section as he usually was but he had to prioritize Daniel. It did prove to him that he really had done a good job at training and teaching the red-eyes to take care of things. Other than the usual mail with reports he actually received very few panicked emails from someone who didn’t know what to do or who to go to.

  Caledon kept Seldon informed as he had promised. Today, an email stated they were calling in some human military specialists to have a closer look at the breeder and the red-eye, whose eyes were now human again. They had both been quarantined.

  Daniel on the other hand opened up more. He laughed loudly when watching movies with Seldon and even teased when Seldon miscalculated a shot and pocketed the eight-ball in the wrong corner. Seldon had finally gotten word from his daughter that she would be there later that day to help Seldon with his little project of having Daniel experiment a bit.

  Cooking together was going as planned and Daniel had learned a lot. This morning Seldon had decided to teach the boy to bake bread. The scent of freshly baked bread still made his mouth water, and it was one of the food items he missed. Not that he was sure his memory of how it tasted was correct anymore, but still. He had no intentions of getting sick for a week to try the fresh goodness because to make that whole system work inside of him again, he’d need food daily for weeks. Bowel movement was also on the list of things he didn’t miss just like the three weeks of feeling like he was starving to death when the Cubi feeding system worked to take over so he only fed on sex.

  With the radio keeping Danny company in the kitchen, Seldon sat by the dining table with his computer, going over a list of breeders to be moved from the stables to their own apartments. This was Sire Kadon’s department, and all Seldon had to do was sign them over. Because of Daniel’s needs, Seldon had entrusted the Changeling, Sire Allen, to handle the physical transfers from the stables.

  Movement in his peripheral vision caught Seldon’s attention. He looked up, finding Daniel dancing along to a tune on the radio as he cleaned the counter top. The growing ease made Seldon smile and sit back to watch. Daniel wore some of his new everyday clothes which didn’t hug his figure as much as the nice clothes. But they still looked good on him, and Seldon found himself raking his eyes over the body as it moved to the music. His focus stopped at Daniel’s ass where two flour handprints made him want to place his own hands there. Oh, he wanted to squeeze those mounds.

  He shook the thoughts from his mind, wondering about the potency of his doses if he fed. He had to fast before a dinner party to be able to deliver the most potent doses to the red-eyes, but he also had to balance Daniel’s safety. He was far from hungry enough for the boy’s ass to be a problem, though.

  “Looks good,” Seldon said. Daniel looked over his shoulder and smiled.

  “Thank you, Master. I didn’t think all this flour would ever go away, but it looks promising.”

  “I was talking about the white handprints on your ass.”

  Daniel spun three hundred-sixty degrees, trying to look at his own ass before stopping to twist his torso instead. Seldon laughed loudly. Daniel looked at him, a smile spreading on his face. Then he bit his lower lip and something in his eyes changed.

  “So, you’re saying they suit my ass?” Daniel turned and stuck out his ass, placing his hands somewhat on top of the prints. Seldon didn’t stop his gaping expression. Daniel’s smile grew more confident. “Oh, yeah, you might just start to love baking with me.”

  “Damn, boy,” Seldon exclaimed and adjusted his filling erection. Daniel laughed, and the egg timer dinged. Seldon got up to join him as he found the dough.

  “Now I just divide and form into those two, right?” Daniel pointed to the two loaf pans.

  “Yes.”

  “You know, Master, you’re almost out of uniform for kitchen duty,” Daniel said, spreading fresh flour on the counter.

  “Oh? Because I’m not wearing an apron?”

  “No.” Daniel placed his hands in the flour before turning to stand flush against Seldon. The boy reached around him and planted each hand on a buttock. The rising insecurity was noticeable even behind the playful smile. Daniel was trying out new limits. Daniel’s hands on Seldon’s ass made his dick strain harder against the fabric of his jeans. The boy was bound to notice since they stood flush against each other. Almost in a hug, but Seldon didn’t pull him closer. He wanted him to remain at ease—the initiative of physical closeness a welcome change. Shit, the boy certainly had an effect on him.

  Seldon turned and stuck his ass out, like Daniel had. “Am I in uniform now?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Daniel said, grinning, all insecurity gone again.

  “Good, then finish that.” Seldon pointed to the dough, shaking his head with a smile. He turned to preheat the oven and get his dick to cooperate in its confined space.

  “Master, do you want to play pool when the bread is done?”

  “Sure.”

  Daniel smiled and returned to his work while Seldon wondered whether he should tell him that Rosadin was on her way. Or did he want to see the boy’s reaction? No, he had to make things easier, but he’d waited until Daniel was done with the dough and had put the pans in the oven. Now he just hoped it wouldn’t ruin the mood.

  He was about to take his seat again when he remembered he now had flour all over his ass. He brushed it off, hearing Daniel giggle.

  “You too and remember to sweep the floor afterward.” Seldon brushed at the back of Daniel’s pants. He tried to keep it clinical and not cop a feel.

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel said, letting him finish. Seldon sat again and saw that a message had arrived while they horsed around. Sire Allen and Sire Kadon had finished the transfer, and stable four was now completely empty and getting cleaned and made ready for the next shipment in three months time.

  Daniel finished up and swept the floor before finding a soda in the fridge. “Do you want something, Master?”

  “No, thank you.”

  Daniel sat and opened his beverage.

  “My daughter is coming by today.” Seldon closed his computer.

  “Okay.” Daniel smiled. “Is that why we’re making fresh bread?”

  “No, that’s because it tastes better than bread from Provision. You met her already.” Seldon’s heart sped up at the impending disclosure. Daniel looked like he was trying to remember where. “Her name is Rosadin. She’s a makeup arti
st.”

  Realization hit and an expression of horror swept over the boy’s face. “I’d hoped never to meet any of them again,” Daniel whispered, staring at the table.

  “Yeah, not possible.”

  “Do I have to meet her?” Daniel looked heartbroken, and Seldon could understand why.

  “Yes. Or would you rather be locked up when she’s here?”

  Daniel thought for a minute before looking up. “Yes, Master, I would.”

  “Not happening. You live here with me. My house, my rules, my guests, and you’re going to find a way to cope with those you don’t like.”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel said, slumping.

  Seldon sat forward to lean his arms on the table. “I actually asked her here to help you and bring you new makeup.” That announcement got him the boy’s full attention. “I said I’d help you explore yourself, and she’s my resource to help you do that in an area I already know you love.”

  “Thank you, Master. Do I…do I have to like her?”

  Seldon snorted and smiled. “No, I guess not. Just respect her for the fact she comes here to help you.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  An irritating silence fell upon them. After the fun they’d just had it felt almost deafening—a pop song in the background the only thing interrupting the awkwardness. The egg timer finally saved Daniel who got up to find the potholders and get the bread out from the oven.

  “Still want to play pool with me?” Seldon asked.

  “Yes, Master. When will she be here?”

  “In an hour, I think.”