1. A Good Servant Ch. 4


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

    tell the other slaves had lost and had to service the beast. Servants were slaves to the slaves, Cory mused, thinking of Dion’s words. So, he was expected to be a whore. That was not as heavy a task as others thought. After all, when his master and Lucas had spoken about the possibility to have him service an entire stable, the thought had appealed to him. Sex was power. But power had to be yielded by a skilled individual, to reach its potential. Cory was not sure of all its intricacies, but he knew he was a fast learner. He rose, touching Dion’s shoulder briefly, and headed straight for Antoine who was watching him with burning eyes. He sat casually on the arm of the sofa and leaned in to whisper in Antoine’s ear. “I heard you wanted me.” Blues eyes turned to watch him with growing interest. Cory touched the man’s right shoulder and started caressing the long sinewy arm. “Was it a good night for you so far?” “It’s only getting better,” the brunet grinned and suddenly grabbed Cory to have him sit in his lap. “Tell me,” he whispered, hardly refraining a tremble in his body, “has Xavier fucked you?” Cory smiled and caressed the slave’s cheek. “Yes, he has.” The small nervous flutter in the man’s eyelashes told him Cory it was the answer he was expecting. A cruel smile stretched on the brunet’s lips, as he spoke to the entire room. “Who wants to empty his balls in lord Xavier’s new fuck toy?” Cory remained relaxed in Antoine’s arms, as he could hear the cheers booming from ...
    every slave’s chest in the room. That earned him a surprised look from the brunet. He slowly closed in the distance between their lips and brushed over Antoine’s mouth. “And I thought you only wanted me for yourself. What a shame,” he feigned regret. Antoine’s arms gripped him tightly. A meaningful look was exchanged between them. Cory disentangled himself from the man’s embrace and rose to face the naked slaves who were drawing closer, making a partial circle around him and Antoine. One grabbed him and pulled at his uniform, but he carefully freed his arm from his hands. “There is no need to do that,” he said somewhat derisively. With slow moves, he started to unbutton his shirt. He let it slide on slender shoulders, and looked back at Antoine who was staring at him with an indecipherable expression on his face. His eyes became sultry, as he continued to undress, looking at no one else but the brunet. Completely naked, he knelt, inviting the slaves to come closer. Apparently, his actions had taken all aback, and they were now a bit nervous. He grabbed a cock near to him in his hand and engulfed it in one go in his mouth. His master had said he needed the practice; so he was doing nothing else but better his skills as a servant. Soon enough, there were cocks of different shapes and sizes battling for an entrance to his mouth. He caressed hairless sacks as he moved to taste each and every one, with his eyes half mast. Antoine’s hot gaze was drilling his back. He knew it was there ...