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A Good Servant Ch. 4

Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: LauraSFox, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

were wet with tears. “Please don’t let it happen to you.” Cory’s shoulders tensed. “Thank you for the warning, Dion. But sooner or later, it will happen anyway. It may be Antoine or someone else. And I was sort of warned before this may happen.” Dion sniffled. “Aren’t you afraid? You may still be … a virgin?” the redhead asked, unsure. Cory shook his head slowly. “Were you when it happened?” the blond asked hesitantly and the other nodded with a bitter expression on his face. “Don’t worry. He’s a stupid one. And I saw you dealing with him. You can have power over him.” “I can?” Dion stared at him, wide-eyed. “I may be new here, but there is one lesson I learned since I came here. Tell them what they want to hear, do what they want you to do, and you will have a fair chance to survive. Deep inside, be true to your own self.” The redhead stared at him in awe. “How old are you, Cory?” “21.” “And how come you’re so smart?” “I doubt I’m smart. But I know one thing. That I enjoy living, even if it means suffering or being treated like you matter less than anything.” Dion looked around, with a sad expression in his eyes. “Drena is the most beautiful city on the coast. Yet so few people can enjoy its riches. From all, we are the worst. Slaves to the slaves, we are nothing but a commodity that, once rendered useless, can be thrown away.” “What happens to the servants? How long are they supposed to serve?” “When we get too tired or too used, we are usually sent to work the factories. ... I heard life is bad there,” Dion said with a whisper. “It’s hard out there, but you are also free,” Cory said with melancholy in his bright blue eyes. “Freer than here.” “You were taken from there? I was raised here, within the city limits,” Dion said with unbound curiosity. “Yes, I was. And I wanted to remain there. Apparently, I was too good looking for hard labor. Isn’t that a bummer?” he added, as if he was talking to himself. “I … loved someone there,” he said hesitantly, suddenly feeling the need to confess, to let another human being know about his thoughts, his feelings, his life before becoming an utility and nothing more. “For real?” Dion was the one to squeeze his arm now, a bit excited. “How was he?” “He was …” Cory realized he was having a hard time remembering his lover’s face. “He was a bit older. But he was good to me. A hard worker. Not as beautiful as any of the people around here. But he was kind, and …” his words died on his lips, seeing the doors opening and Antoine and the others walking in. Some of the slaves looked a bit shaken. There were marks on their skin that hadn’t been there before. Of them all, the long haired brunet was marching in, as victorious. Dion’s hand squeezed at Cory’s arm tighter, but the blond was prepared. He watched with feigned indifference, as Antoine slumped on one of the sofas, and his eyes traveled the beautiful muscular body now glistening with sweat and rested on the large organ which, even soft, looked impressive. He could ...