The Slave Harem: A Kingdom of Slaves Book Page 3

  Holden said, “Ready for two fingers?”

  Ren wasn’t, but he nodded.

  “First lesson.” Holden withdrew. “Don’t lie to your master. Second lesson. Patience. You are not wrong if you are not ready.”

  “But I want it,” Ren said.

  “Yes. And you will have this lesson again and again. And you will be fine. But if you aren’t patient with yourself, or honest with me, then I will know you really aren’t ready.”

  Trying to understand the words amidst his arousal and frustration, Ren wiggled. His cock smacked him in the stomach. He finally lay still.

  Holden did not move or speak.

  Ren closed his eyes and spoke. “One finger only, I think. For now. Slow.”

  “Good boy.” Holden caressed his buttock, then slowly ran his finger around Ren’s opening.

  When the finger intruded again, Ren was ready. He relaxed against it, allowing it inside, focusing on the slippery way it moved, how it didn’t really hurt. And how the idea of it eventually being a cock inside him thrilled him. He still wasn’t sure how he could take a cock like that, but others did. He trusted he would, too.

  Holden went deeper, finger moving, bending. Then it touched a spot inside him that had Ren seeing lights on the ceiling and thrusting up with his hips. The pleasure spiked. His cock jerked.

  Ren gave a little yell.

  All Holden said was, “Good.”

  “Can you… can you do that again?” Ren asked.

  “Yes.” And Holden did.

  Ren writhed in pleasure. His hole seemed to open up. He wanted more.

  “You can try two fingers now,” Ren said.

  Holden pushed another finger in.

  There was pain in that stretch. Ren, jerked back a little.

  Holden put a gentle hand on his hip and stilled his fingers. “Get used to it.”

  Blinking hard, Ren nodded. He wanted that pleasure again. He wanted to be open, but it was hard to accept the pain as well. He was not a masochist. He’d been tested for that.

  Holden held him open, gentle fingers—two of them—shallow within but going no further.

  Letting out a frustrated sigh, Ren tensed up.

  “Easy,” Holden said. Without warning, he leaned down and gave a warm lick all the way up the underside of Ren’s cock. When he got to the head, he teased the slit, licking fast, then sucked in the swollen, pink head and gave a few wet, tight sucks.

  The pleasure was so fast and intense, Ren arched up. He wanted more. Every part of him yearned, and he felt his hole squeeze, then open as he pushed himself against the two fingers, getting them to slide deeper.

  Holden sucked his cock again and Ren began to fuck himself on those two fingers and all the pain seeped away until pleasure on top of pleasure encased him.

  Holden let the cock drop from his mouth. “All right, then. Such a beautiful boy you are. A good boy. That’s just beautiful.”

  The praise sent more tingles of pleasure up and down Ren’s body. When he looked at Holden, he saw the lavender petals of his aura darken and lighten as if to the beat of his heart. Pink spiked within purple along Holden’s naked chest.

  But when Ren looked at himself, he saw only his body, his gleaming skin, his eager arousal. It was always like this, in the mirror or looking down on himself. Everything emitted light but Ren’s own self.

  He’d still never told anyone that he saw light around them, or that the light changed and grew more intense during sexual acts.

  Now that Ren was comfortable again, and aroused to the point of almost coming, the two fingers moved in and out of him at a more rapid pace.

  He took them in willingly, loving it. Holden held back from rubbing his prostate, touching the spot a few times only to keep Ren on edge.

  Several times, Holden withdrew his fingers all the way and rubbed about his hole, oiling it more.

  “It’s open and I can get three fingers in now,” Holden said.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” Ren said.

  “Excellent. You might be ready for a cock now.”

  “Yes, please.” Ren pressed his lips together in a shy smile, seeing by the way his aura pulsed that Holden was also ready. Ready for him.

  “Good boy.” Holden smacked him lightly on the ass.

  Ren held his knees up and apart as he watched Holden push his trousers down his thighs and throw them off the bed.

  Holden’s cock was larger than Ren expected. He was already erect. Ready. As Ren knew he’d be. The shaft jutted out hard, the skin taut, the head glistening and dark. Holden’s hand came over his own cock and milked it from base to tip and Ren realized he had oil in that hand and had spread it all over.

  Again, Holden knelt between Ren’s legs. He used his fingers to play with Ren’s hole again, stretching him open, and Ren felt a little burn that faded as the fingers played again, inside and out.

  He was ready.

  Holden said, “You’re stretched well. So pretty and pink. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  More praise. That was part of the teaching. Masters were careful to tell trainees when they did well, and criticized in a style that encouraged. Never did they belittle or discourage a slave. Unless a slave really misbehaved, masters never raised their voices.

  The head of Holden’s erect cock bulged against Ren’s crack. This was huge, not a finger. The cock slipped against him. That was nice. Sweet and intimate.

  Ren felt the head push against his opening and go partway in. He was stretched enough that it didn’t feel as if Holden had to push hard, but still it was like a giant finger, nothing like he’d felt before. This was a man. A man’s cock. Breaching him.

  “Oh!” He almost sat up in shock. Ashamed. Surprised. Unsure.

  Holden pulled back immediately. “It’s all right. You’re fine.” Holden then reached out and put one hand around Ren’s cock, stroking him in comfort. “Just feel that. Relax. We’ll try again. As many times as you need until you’re comfortable.”

  Ren relaxed. His cock felt so good being stroked. He felt Holden push, the big cock head moving past the rim of muscle, stretching. And it hurt. But he wanted it.

  He thrust into Holden’s hand, forcing his concentration on the euphoric sensations Holden was wringing from his cock.

  As pleasure mixed with pain, Ren’s body opened little by little. His master’s cock pushed deeper. Every time Ren thought Holden was all the way in, it went deeper. So many times that happened. A half inch at a time felt like six.

  The oil made the way fairly smooth, but the muscles were not used to such an invasion. They would learn. Ren would learn.

  All along, Holden kept up the praise. “You are the loveliest. Beautiful, Ren. So tight. The way you grip me. But we will go slow, slow. You need not fear I will lose control. I’m quite the expert at control which is why I teach.” He chuckled and even that sound reached out to soothe Ren.

  The time came when Holden went no deeper.

  “Is it in?” Ren asked shyly.

  “Yes. All the way.”

  “Oh.” And wonder fluttered through him, a soft and profound joy.

  “We can stay like this. Joined. Until you are used to it.”

  “Thank you,” Ren said.

  Holden reached between them with oiled fingers, circling the pads of his fingers around the stretched opening where his cock was buried. “Here, can you feel?”

  Ren felt the touch on his tight skin. He nodded.

  “You’re so beautiful, so stretched, taking all of me.”

  He could only nod again, swallowing, wanting to move, afraid to move, loving it even if his body was still not used to it.

  For a few minutes, Holden massaged his cock, his balls, and rubbed at his opened buttocks. He did not move. He stayed still. Ren admired his control.

  “All right now,” Holden said. “I’m going to pull out just a little. Slow.”

  “Okay.”

  Ren braced himself, but the slide was not the tug or pull he expected. His
body had relaxed more than he realized and the cock moved within him easily, as if it fit just right.

  “That’s—that’s nice,” Ren breathed.

  “Excellent. Beautiful. You feel quite wonderful.”

  Ren smile wide this time. “Yes. I like it.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes. I would like that.”

  Holden pulled out more, then gently thrust.

  Testing his body, Ren drew in a quick breath, then let it out. Nothing hurt so far. “Again.”

  Holden did it again, pulling out what felt like almost all the way, then sliding back in with a well-oiled swish. When he slid in, the hard cock nudged his prostate.

  Ren pushed up. “Yes!”

  It took a few minutes and then they got a rhythm and Ren was being fucked thoroughly and well for his first time and loving it more than he could ever have imagined.

  His cock leaked on his abdomen. His balls were drawn up tight and aching, longing to unload. But the fucking kept him at a peaked level that was downright criminal. He could not believe how good this was.

  Holden himself was enjoying it, too, grunting and groaning, calling him “sweet” and “beauty” and telling him how hot and tight he was, how irresistible, adorable and a host of other descriptions that made Ren feel perfect, protected, and ultimately successful. This was why he’d come here. This was what he wanted. To feel protected and safe. Away from the outside world that held grief and car accidents and death.

  He saw Holden’s aura surge with a rainbow of colors as the master fucked him faster and faster.

  Just when Ren thought he might be on the verge of coming, Holden pulled out.

  “What?” Ren looked up at him in confusion.

  “On your hands and knees. I want in deeper.”

  Ren obeyed, turning over.

  Slow and careful, Holden penetrated him from behind, cock going into him well-oiled and deep.

  At first it almost hurt. Ren started to tense, then it was the best feeling with Holden clutching his buttocks apart, cock plunging in and out.

  Ren felt himself stretched to the perfect fit of the two of them together.

  “Your ass is so pretty bent over for me,” Holden said.

  Ren liked that sort of dirty talk, and answered it all with excited yeses. He thrust his ass higher, pushing back to meet Holden’s thrusts, fucking himself on that exquisite, rigid flesh. He thought: If only this could last forever!

  He started to reach for his own cock but Holden, somehow keeping his wits, keeping all control, hissed. “Do not touch yourself!”

  Ren let his hand down and braced himself as the fucking increased to fast in/out motions.

  He heard echoes of yells. Himself. Unable to keep his cries silent, or soft. Holden, too, was moaning aloud. Finally, he reached around Ren’s waist and grasped his cock, pumping it in his fist in time with his thrusts.

  That was all it took. Ren was coming fast, his mind swirling into whiteness. The orgasm was so intense he shot and shot for what seemed like a dozen times.

  Warmth flooded his insides. Holden was coming, pushing hard against him, grunting. And it was all animalistic and base but also magical and amazing. The two of them shooting, coming, crashing into ecstasy together.

  When they were finished and Holden rolled off Ren, Ren collapsed onto his stomach, then rolled onto his side to be taken into his master’s arms.

  Holden kissed his forehead, his hair, his cheeks. Then, for the first time, Master Holden kissed Ren’s mouth.

  Ren opened, tongue thrusting out to meet his master’s in a moment of enlightenment and a feeling of success. The kiss was enticing and intimate. But it was also a grade. He’d passed. He’d gotten an A.

  When Holden pulled back so they could both breathe, Ren had only one thought before falling asleep.

  I was made for this.

  Chapter Four

  One Year Later - Final Exams

  During exam week, four Eminent Masters came to see Ren perform.

  The masters were all wearing formal black jackets with tails, and all male since Ren would be offered only to male buyers.

  Each master had a quality about him that basked in a sort of spiritual serenity, but each was different. One was tall and slim, another stockier, another very pale. They held their heads up, confident, and their gazes were peaceful, soothing.

  They all had different auras, spike-shaped, or tangled spirals, or arcs that crossed over each other to form X’s. Or petal-shaped like Master Holden’s. Purple, blue, green, gold.

  Master Locke’s aura produced little firefly-like sparks that never stopped crashing and burning against each other. And he still had the blue tree-like shape of light throbbing from the top of his head. It was said that Master Locke was in love with an odd slave named Wulf he’d bought for himself on a dare. Ren did not know Wulf, for Master Locke kept him apart from all others and private to himself, but he’d seen the slave at a distance and what a beauty he was, with an aura bright as sunlight in spring that formed a mane about his head.

  All the masters who’d seen Ren in the training room or about the Palace knew something was different about Ren. He’d heard them talking about his skill, his touch, and he could see in their eyes, and in the beautiful colors they emitted when they watched him in the training sessions that he caught their attention. They knew he felt different to those who had been his sexual partners, and that he performed seamlessly, knowing when, where and how to move, breathe, suck, squeeze. They all understood he was special, but none of them knew why.

  Ren said nothing to anyone about how he saw the world now after his fever, or how he could see feeling and sometimes even taste sensation as if it were his very own. He didn’t need to touch someone to know what they needed or desired. It was all communicated to him through the energy that made itself visible to him and only him everywhere but upon his own image.

  Nervous, for this was the event he’d trained over a year for, first in quiet study, then hands on training. Now he now stood naked and ready before the small circle of four Eminent Masters and his own personal master, Holden. He knew he would pass all the tests, from the first which involved touching and intimate massage to the last that would incorporate his ability to submit and let his body be penetrated from all angles by a group of trainers, some of whom he’d never met. He was fine with it all. And after all this time, not shy about public sex. But still… these were Eminent Masters. The best of the best. They would scrutinize him. This was a turn in Ren’s life on many different levels and deep inside his muscles trembled.

  The masters all introduced themselves. Master Locke was the last to speak, and he smiled at Ren, saying, “You’ve come a very long way in the past year. You have grown into a beautiful and striking young man.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Ren bowed his head. His voice came soft, showing his readiness but that he also had not allowed any pride to go to his head. His body language communicated to them that he could be confident but humble, perfectly trained in any act and yet still seductively bashful.

  The masters sat in comfortable black chairs set in a semi-circle that surrounded a small area containing a backless couch—the stage—behind which flowed curtains of deep, red velvet.

  The couch sat on a dais that could rotate so the masters could see the performance at all angles. They controlled whether the stage moved or not, and how fast it spun.

  Master Holden had explained everything to Ren so there would be no surprises.

  A young slave named Audi lay back on the couch, a red pillow under his lovely, blond head. Ren had only just met him that morning when he learned Audi would be participating in his first day of the final exam.

  Ren took his position by the left side of the couch and faced the masters, head slightly bent, hands clasped in front of his groin.

  Audi was to be given a full body massage and the masters would grade Ren on his effectiveness. It was about technique, of course, but extra points w
ere given for creativity, style, and his ability to connect with his partner. How the recipient responded was fifty percent of the test points. Having just met Audi, Ren could not have practiced with him ahead of time, or coached him, thus the test was a fair assessment of Ren’s talent to know and understand the needs of another based on instinct as well as training.

  It seemed he waited forever, but only seconds passed before Master Locke said, “Ren. You may begin.”

  Ren lifted his head. His hair fell against his shoulders, cool and soft. He blinked, allowed himself a half-smile, and turned to his task.

  Audi was a beauty, long-limbed and lean-muscled—though not quite as lean and hard as Ren—with lovely, soft gold skin. His blond hair glistened in tight curls. His lashes were so long and glittery-gold, they looked almost fake. His eyes were bright with arousal, and his sweet pink mouth smiled up at Ren. Already, Audi’s long cock was lengthening, thickening, the pink tip pushing against the foreskin.

  Ren took a deep breath, admiring him, then said in a soft voice just above a whisper, “My name is Ren. It will be my pleasure to take care of you. Do you have any special needs I should know about before we begin?”

  He’d rehearsed the line for days, but changed it up here and there to make it seem natural, not rote.

  “No, thank you for asking,” Audi replied.

  “You have a lovely body. I would like to start at your temples and then to the base of the neck and the spine. If you would please turn over for me and get comfortable, then we can begin.”

  Audi turned on the couch until he was face down, smiling now.

  Audi had a light blue aura. In various places on his body an amber and pink light glowed. Ren already knew those would be the spots of greatest sensitivity.

  He began the massage, working his way over Audi’s head and shoulders, across his back and slowly down the spine. He paid more attention to the more colorful sections of light, and Audi groaned in pleasure at the deeper caresses and the expert manipulations of the muscles.

  Audi’s skin was like satin, and Ren grew aroused as his fingers and palms skimmed the surface, splaying over hard shoulder blades and the bony spine, curving about the gentle slopes and crevices of ribs, waist, and the dimples at the top edges of his buttocks.