Rough Beast 18
“Good,” Xavier said sharply.
“How can you be this cruel with your best friend?” the brunet complained.
“It serves to taste your own medicine, doesn’t it, Lucas?” Xavier sat next to his friend and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Plus, why would you want a hole as well used as his? You know I hold nothing back. And I let anyone who wants him have him.”
“Do you think debasing him will make me think less of him?”
“He’s just a nymphomaniac. Don’t you think it would hurt your research, having to deal with his constant need for sex?”
“It seems to me you forget something, Xavier. I am qualified to appreciate Cory’s appetite as healthy.”
“You were the one using the term first. About his nymphomaniac tendencies?”
“Well, I didn’t know him then. It was a simple statement based on information provided by you.”
“Forget about him, Lucas. He enjoys enough attention from slaves. Plus, he has his place in my bed. Don’t just go for a prostitute like him.”
“I believe you are overestimating how many are fucking him. Or do you suppose he is gangbanged at every party you attend?”
“Why not? He’s beautiful enough to make those overly sexualized creatures lose their heads.”
Lucas laughed. “You are wrong, Xavier, and that proves how little you care. Rumor has it that Lord Arnaud’s prized slave, Antoine, has the hots for him. He put the word out that no one should touch Cory, or else, he would strangle them to death. See? You throw him to the wolves, and he becomes alpha’s favorite…”
Xavier looked surprised. “I should have a talk with Arnaud.”
“And tell him what? That he should command Antoine to stay away from Cory? And let the others fuck him? You know how much Arnaud is infatuated with that bawdy slave. People even say that it’s like he is running the household, that much power he has over his master.”
Xavier was apparently displeased.
“Cory stands out. It cannot be helped, even if he tries to keep his head down to the ground. Stop torturing him. Stop abusing me. Do you want me? Is that it? Then you can have me. But give him to me,” Lucas pressed.
Xavier stared at Lucas in disbelief. “You are serious,” he said, frowning. “You are willing to become my lover, so that you can have that in your bed?”
“Not your lover,” Lucas spat. “I would let you top me if you let me have him.”
“Once?”
“Preferably yes,” Lucas grimaced, in obvious displeasure over the subject.
Xavier laughed. “It’s obvious why you didn’t make it in politics, Lucas. Your negotiating skills are appalling. No deal,” he added shortly.
“What?” Lucas looked surprised. “I should have known it’s just a game for you. You’ve never really wanted me, then?”
“Oh, no, I’ve always done that. I still do. But your terms are unacceptable. I can offer something else, though. A more beneficial arrangement … for me, at least. If your desire for Cory is so high, then you should pay the right price. One night with me equals one night of having him in your bed. And don’t expect leniency. I will be ruthless.”
“As many times I want?” Lucas seemed to ponder, a dark look on his face.
“As many times as your body can handle,” Xavier added with a small mischievous smile.
Cory took the food tray to take it to the slave. The exotic beauty locked in the cage had seemed pretty tame over the few days he’d been there, making his job easy.
He placed the tray on the table and called softly for the male.
“Hey, I brought you some tasty treats.”
The man moved closer, and Cory brought a plate, keeping it up so the other could help himself with the neatly arranged appetizers.
“You like these, don’t you?” the servant said affectionately. He knew the slave could not understand a thing, but he liked talking to him nonetheless.
The slave was looking at him, as he ate like he was expecting Cory to take the plate away at any time.
“Don’t worry, there is plenty,” Cory tried to alleviate the slave’s fears.
He turned a bit to look what he should bring next. Strong arms suddenly grabbed him, and the plate fell from his hands. He tried to scream, but his mouth was covered with one hand, while the other arm was plastering his back against the iron bars. He was held in such a fierce grip that he could not move at all, even his feet being off the ground. The man seemed much stronger than he looked.
A silky whisper caressed his ear: “Now tell me, fuck toy, how the hell can I open this cage? I’ll let your mouth free, but if you scream, I will break your neck in an instant.”
Cory stood still, to let his assailant know he had no intention to fight. Slowly, the hand on his mouth moved away.
“I cannot open the cage,” he whispered, trying to rein in his trembling. “Master has the key. And even if you could get away, how far do you think you can get? Without any clothes, sticking out like that? You won’t make it too far. Master is home, by the way.”
The slave seemed to ponder, his arms going a bit slack. “I guess there’s more to you than just your looks. So, now should I just let you go and alert your master?”
Soft lips caressed Cory’s ears. He’d seen much better and more sophisticated attempts at manipulating him. His heart was beating wildly, but for once, he wanted to do what his own brain dictated.
“No, I won’t.”
“Really?” the lips continued touching his ear. “I can make it worth your while.”
“I am … really not interested in that. But I hate seeing a free man as you locked in a cage. Let me down, and we could talk.”
The slave released him, and then watched Cory as the servant was picking up the spilled food.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
“Who are you?” Cory asked.
“My name?”
“That would be a start.”
“I am Ayn.”
“There are few free men in Drena. Are you from another city?”
“No, I am … from far away.”
“How did you become a slave?”
“They caught me. I’m robbing their transports for years, so I guess it’s only natural to pay what’s due,” Ayn shook his head while laughing, mostly to himself.
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, since you’re not going to rat me out, I think I’ll stick around here for a while.”
“If you earn master’s trust, he will let you out of the cage.”