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March 28, 2018

Frederick Glover

Gender: Male

Age: 40 years

Height: 1,83m

Hair colour: blond

Eye colour: blue

Sexual Orientation: homosexual

Category: A – Masters

Occupation: Top Judge

Biography:

Fred was born the son of the category A parents Emilie and Glen Glover who were both high ranking government officials.

It was out of question that their son would be sorted into any other category and after their child had been examined by the governments doctors they didn’t get disappointed as their son was ‘A perfect category A human being’ and they only had spoken highly of the toddlers features much to his mother’s delight.

His development was seemingly typical for a child of his status and he had always performed incredibly well in school and on the surface he seemed to get along and be a normal guy who would become the picture book master type when he was a grown up.

Fredrick however discovered pretty early on that he was different in more than just one way. He couldn’t really connect to the other kids around him and he was somehow not able to form a true bond even though he tried. And then there was that thing that most other people bored him and appeared dumb in his eyes and even though they had the same societal rank as him, he looked down on most them, only showing a polite and mannered demeanour on the outside while cursing them on the inside.

And then there was something deeper within him that came to light the older he got and he had to realise that he was what their society called a sexual deviant. This only made him withdraw from others even more and though he interacted he kept his actual self a secret buried deep inside of him for no one to see.

After graduating university he became a judge as he had never been interested in making politics and he had always been someone who was exact and taking everything into account when making his hard and merciless judgements what made him the perfect judge in their system.

Over the years he had made himself a name and he was a respected and feared man who had already gotten promoted to being the top judge at age thirty.

But even though he was valued at his field the people speculated, laughed and talked about him behind his back as he was living alone, had never been seen dating anyone or caring to date. A middle aged man of his status without a family and a wife living alone on his mansion was not usual and something that drew suspicion onto him but he ignored the rumours and stories about him stoically, pretending that he wouldn’t even know that they were talking about his private life, regardless of knowing well that even his so called ‘friends’ did this and made fun of him when he wasn’t around.

Glover was described by others as efficient, productive, strict, secretive, a loner, an introverted, cold and emotionless.

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The only thing that was to hear was the scratching of his pen and the burning flames of the candle on Fredrick Glover’s heavy mahogany desk. Books and piles of records and papers were burying the impressive piece of furniture underneath and the eyes of the blond male behind it were jumping from a record to his notes and back to the record. He was continuously writing in his orderly and filigree handwriting. It was a clear case for him and if it had not been for the formalities he could have pronounced the culprit guilty right away. As so often he wanted to reform the system and to make it even easier to deliver justice and give criminal scum what it deserved but the politicians were lazy good-for-nothings and the miles of bureaucracy even slower and both stood in the way of their nation’s justice system. Fred had often participated in debates with the party and those in charge but there were some hesitant individuals who were scared of judges overpowering them and becoming too independent from it and losing the control over the judiciary. And their party wanted to have some control of all three powers so that they could bend and influence certain sentences to their advantage if they saw it necessary.

Fred finished what he was writing and laid the pen aside, turning his head to the window looking outside. It was a clear summer day, the cherry tree in his garden was blossoming and he could see a family of rabbits down on the grass but as always his heart felt heavy and gloomy and there was something nagging on him.

Staring deep in his thoughts he forgot about the other records he had to read and work with that day for a moment.

He got thrown out of his thoughts when he heard the door bell ring and the man remembered that they had wanted to deliver him his new servant today. The slave he had had previously had been property of the old lady who had rented him the house he had lived in before and now that he had bought his own place and had left the house his servant had stayed there while he was here now. It was a pity, not because the middle aged judge would have had any feelings for the man, but because he had trained him and taught him over the years and in the end he had been the almost perfect, obedient and devoted servant Glover had wanted to have. It was somewhat bothersome that he had to start from zero with a new slave but this one would be his alone so the time he would invest in his training would not be in vain this time.

The blond took off his glasses and placed them carefully onto the desk. When he stood up he could hear his Doberman barking loudly and jumping up on the door. Without rushing he was striding down the stairs over the crimson carpet, walking towards the door. Two men were looking into his face when he had opened the huge entrance door, one was a citizen dressed in a uniform and the other was the servant that had been assigned to him. His blue eyes examined the slave coldly, wandering over every centimetre of the other’s body as if he was checking a piece of meat he was about to buy. The judge’s head was held high and he was definitely looking down on the man as slaves had a less high standard and worth than animals in his eyes but even though he was not impressed he was sure that he could make something out of that guy. Well, Fred had no choice after all as this was the one who had been given to him and he wouldn’t get another one without a good reason so fast, he knew how the laws were.

“Come in!” his cold voice ordered the slave as he nodded towards the citizen uninterested and closed the door then. There was silence in the room and the blond man with the pale skin and the deep dark circles around his blue eyes that pointed towards his lack of sleep was observing that new servant for a moment, gazing at him dismissively. “Your room is on the second floor, the first door on the left.” He informed the other indifferently, his face expressionless as he straightened the black tie he was wearing. “Unpack. I give you....” he looked at his clock, “...seven minutes.” He said holding back his dog on its collar that reacted aggressively towards the stranger in the mansion.

When the other had gone upstairs into the room Fred and his beloved dog Percival disappeared in the cellar where he was unlocking a wardrobe that contained different kinds of clothing for his servant to wear. He took a few different pants, most of which were incredibly short and tight, and a collar that was similar to the one his dog was wearing just that that one had some special features. With his graceful moves he walked up the stairs and went right into the second floor. As he was one minute to early – he had given him seven after all – he waited in front of the door for one minute before he opened it and entered. It was a tiny room and it only had a bed, a small window and a wardrobe, nothing more. Fred placed the clothing onto the new servant’s bed, glaring into his eyes. “That’s what you will wear from now on. No worries, it is warm enough in the mansion. If you have to go out grocery shopping or you have to do something else for me you can ask me for my permission to wear other clothing outside, maybe I’ll grant it. When you have changed, what I want you to do right now, you will prepare my dinner. What I want to eat this week at what time and which day is written onto the food plan in the kitchen. You will serve and entertain me while I have my dinner. After that you can eat, I have put your plate next to Percival’s onto the floor in the kitchen. You have to share the remains. It is a huge sacrifice’s for Percival but he has always had a charitable nature. But mind you, I have not.” The man spoke without a hint of emotion in his voice while the dog still barked but didn’t move from the side of his owner.

“You will cook, clean and do all the house chores here that includes the garden and the pool, you will also make sure that everything is there at all times, you will assist me and do everything that I ask from you and will obey without question. You will also wake me up for work with breakfast at the right time. If you make a mistake I will make you regret it. Understood!?” he told the other and his blue eyes blinked dangerously. “And before I forget it...” he said and showed the other the collar, stepping towards him. “You will wear this twenty-four-seven, no exception.” The judge said and almost gently put on the collar onto the slave, locking it and putting the key into his pocket. “This is the same one Percival has, just with some special features that aren’t necessary for him but that are for your kind.” The man spoke as if the other man who had gotten sorted into category C at birth was another kind of being and not remotely comparable to himself.

March 28, 2018

Ezra

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Height: 5’6”

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Auburn

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Category: C – Slave

Biography:

Ezra was born the son of category C parent Maria who died during child birth. With sanitation not being proper for slaves she passed away do to the lack of care. Ezra was named by their owner at the time and was raised by the other slaves that were employed by the citizen family. They have no last names because of their lowly positions and probably wouldn’t have had a name period if it wasn’t for their kind owners.

He grew up a bubbly child despite his situation. He was full of life and laughter and was never having a bad day. He accepted who he was and where he was going with life and decided to make the best of it. Ezra figured out early into his life that he was not like most people. He had no interest sleeping with women and didn’t find them attractive at all. His sexual preferences never mattered to his owners and therefore he had to hide them. Sleeping with other men in general was taboo, even if it was with another slave. He was lucky enough to stay with his kind citizen family during his developmental years. They taught him how to read and write and even homeschooled him. They brought him along on many outings to show of their smart slave. Almost like an entertaining trivia game between slaves.

Once the head of the household passed the slaves were passed down to his son. This of course was a problem for the son was despicable and mean. He treated the slaves like trash and used them any way they needed. Ezra acquired a long scar down his back because of an incident with his master that only got him put back on the market again. He was a high ranking slave for being a C class and this helped his situation greatly. He was going to rise to the top…least however, far society would let him.

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It started out just like a normal day. With bright sun pouring into the only window he was allowed to have in his room. The mattress under his body was old, worn, and he could feel the body heat of three other people against his back. He shared his bed with his three friends who worked for this family. He had been with the civilian family for a few months now and he figured he was doing pretty well. Their small slave quarters had one bathroom for the four of them, one bed, and a desk. They all had to share accommodations with one another and they had to make their own clothing.

Ezra however, was well liked compared to the others and the master bought him clothing most of the time. Today, there was a beautiful suit sitting out for him on the desk with a note. It read:

“Ezra, Today I will be seeing you off. Please wear this suit as a parting gift as you are being taken to a master household today. I’m so proud of you and your ambitions that have gotten you this far. Yours”

And it ended like that. Really simple and sweet yet got the point across. Just like his master to say something so formal even though they had been living with one another for so long now. A smile formed on his lips as a hand gently caressed the satin of the suit. It was a beautiful deep blue . Probably one of the prettiest things he had ever owned. He quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth before putting the suit on. It fit perfectly and he did a little spin in it before he heard his name being called from down the steps.

He packed his things and quickly headed down the steps to meet his master. Another stranger, a civilian was with him. “Ezra…this is your guide for the day. He will be taking you to Master Glover’s home where you will be staying with him for awhile. This is your first master job so I hope you do well.” He reached over and gently ruffled Ezra’s auburn locks.

It formed a smile on his face and he nodded, “Yes sir. Thank you.” He bowed before quickly following the civilian out the door. It was a beautiful day to be out and about. Ezra almost never got to go outside without someone at his side and this was a moment when he could be himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He could smell the blooming flowers of the master next doors garden. He could hear the children playing down in the dirt only a few blocks away. It was beautiful! The civilian before him grabbed his arm for taking too long and pulled him along the way.

Before he knew it he was being shoved into a tiny car and heading to the unknown. His eyes found their way outside the window as they drove. Neither said anything to one another as they drove in silence. Ezra knew nothing of his new master, he hadn’t even heard his name before today. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t know he was being transferred today. The previous owners were a halfway house as he waited for his next long-term assignment. This…master Glover was going to be his forever home until he either was discarded or died.

Slender fingers tapped the side of the door in anticipation, worry, and nervousness. He was nervous to meet his new master but also exited. He was always so bubbly usually so he was hoping his master was going to be someone kind like the past ones. Something in his stomach tightened and he figured this was not going to be like something he was used to. Brown orbs shifted as a giant mansion came into sight. His mouth dropped as he took in the sight to his new home realizing that this guy must be incredibly wealthy. What exactly did his new master do?

Fidgeting with his suit seemed to be a new habit as the car pulled into the wide driveway. As they got closer to the mansion Ezra could hear his heart in his ears. What type of master was he going to be? Would he be kind? Rude? He didn’t know and he didn’t care the excitement was overwhelming. Finally, after all those years of hard work and kissing ass he had made it here. Being an older slave meant less opportunities but thankfully he was able to work his way up in this world. To where he needed to be. The highest ranked slave that was able to be in the master’s household. This had only happened maybe once or twice in the years past and Ezra was more than happy to break that chain.

As they walked up to the door his eyes roamed up to the top of the mansion. His heart pounding in his chest as he heard the soft sound of feet inside and the barking of a dog. So he had a dog? It didn’t sound like your typical yappy puppy that most rich people had. As the door handle creaked open he held his breath only to let it out as a tall blonde man opened the door. His cold blue eyes settling on Ezra as if he was a piece of meat on auction. Instantly he realized that his master was sleep deprived, meaning he most likely worked too much. He also noticed a cold stare that pierced him to the bone. Swallowing hard he entered the home his eyes downcast from his master, knowing the rules far too well.

It was completely silent as the door closed. The dog turned out to be a giant dog that was having to be held back by his master. Ezra felt a prickle of fear at the back of his mind as he heard his first command. The harsh voice startled him, however, he complied. He quickly made his way up the stairs and started unpacking. Seven minutes was a little short wasn’t it? He quickly put his small amount of things into a small wardrobe that was for him. Luckily he didn’t have too much so the space didn’t bother him. He felt like he was taking forever, but luckily when the master came in he was all finished unpacking.

The auburn haired slave jumped a little when the door opened and the master came in, setting the clothing on the bed. Ezra peered over at it nodding as he was told these would be his new clothes. There hadn’t been a reason to speak yet so he hadn’t. The outfit was…skimpy? Almost a little too revealing and sexy wasn’t it? His eyes peered at his new master as he was informed of his tasks and some of the rules. He nodded with each command knowing that he would have to show some form of understanding. Most slaves were too dumb to understand or didn’t know how to speak but he was smart.

His eyes shifted to the master as he pulled out the collar. He hadn’t noticed it before but his eyes widened slightly. None of his masters had ever made him wear a collar or eat with their dogs. What did he think of him? That he was an animal? He flinched a little at the intimidating nature of the man as he leaned forward to put the collar on. Instead of a gruff touch it was gentle and Ezra relaxed a little. The collar was heavy on his throat and he gently lifted a shaking hand up to it, feeling the metal. It was foreign, and ugly. His eyes shifted and he looked to his master hearing him fall silent for the first time since they had met. He wanted to speak, to introduce himse,f but this master was unlike the others he had once had. Punishments? Collars? What was this?

He shifted slightly where he stood letting his fingers fall from the collar and down to his sides. He was…treated like nothing more than dirt. It felt horrible…to be something less than human. Sadness enveloped him and he realized this was going to be the worst home he ever lived in. Least he had a bed to sleep on…right?

March 30, 2018

The judge narrowed his eyebrows and his blue eyes glared displeased at the shorter slave with the auburn hair and the warm brown eyes as he hadn’t answered to his question, nor had he seemed to pay him attention as he had spoken but had fondled the collar instead. Frederick coughed in a demonstrating way his back straight and his expression stern and strict. “I asked for a quality servant, one with experience but it seems that I have gotten something here that doesn’t even understand the simple basics of serving.” His cold voice sounded in the room. “Or you are merely retarded.” Glover commented and his face got even darker. “So let us get this straight right away, when I ask you something and it is a ‘yes’ and ‘no’ question like ‘Understood?’ you will reply with either ‘Yes Master Glover’ if you did understand or ‘No Master Glover’ if you did not understand.” He started to explain and spoke in a slow and overly emphasised way to suggest that he had gotten the expression the servant wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake.

“And when I speak to you, you will show me your complete attention. You will focus on what I say and show me respect. You will not do something else like fondling the collar while I am talking to you and you’re not going to doze off either.” He added. “Then my orders are orders. When I say change your clothing NOW, you will do so immediately.” The judge demanded. “So let us try it again.” Fred decided and then repeated:” Understood?!” but this time in a much more sharp way, his eyes staring the auburn haired man down expecting him to do what he had told him to in return.

But even after that exercise he was not ready to leave just now. He was still standing in the middle of the room taking a lot of space with his impressive figure and the Doberman pincher beside him. “Why is it that I still see you in your old clothing! I told you to change, now!” he ordered getting impatient and if this kind of thing would repeat itself again he would punish that bad excuse for a slave. Glover was not amused about who they had sent him there as he had expected better. And he would definitely order that slaves records from the ‘administration centre for servant matters’ and he would also demand to speak to the one in charge and complain about it. He had not been up for teaching the slave the basics, he had not asked for an inexperienced good-for-nothing.

The impatience became visible on his face as he waited for the other to change clothing, looking at him closely. And even when the other male was finally getting started Frederick had his cold eyes on the man watching him as he changed, examining his body and his features and about those he wasn’t disappointed. The man was good looking and had something attractive on him that appealed to the taller blond male. When the other had finished Glover’s eyes were still on him. “Turn around for me and show me how it fits from different ankles!” he commanded, casually patting the head of Percival what led to the dog finally stopping to flinch its teeth at the new slave.

“Now that you have changed I want you to head down to the kitchen and start preparing my dinner. When it’s ready you will come up, knock at door of my office and tell me.” He ordered before he turned around towards the door heading outside. “Percival!” he addressed the dog and the dog followed right away strutting out of the room in the same manner his owner did, with grace and pride in every step he took.

The first thing Frederick did when the door of his office had fallen shut behind him was grabbing the phone and calling the ACSM and demanding to get insight into his new slaves records. After he had nearly made the lady on the phone cry she gave in and agreed to send him the records even though that could get her into trouble as she needed a reason for this. When Glover then asked the name of the person who had assigned him that slave and demanded to speak to him the woman got nervous and just connected him with the person straight away. The administrator who had made that decision had to deal with a rant and after he had listened to the judges complaints he assured him that this slave was not inexperienced. That he had only had the best references and had worked for a whole family a long time and had actually gotten promoted and that he couldn’t explain it either why the man had shown deficiencies but that he might have been nervous and this would most likely correct itself before apologising to the top judge yet another time.

He wasn’t too satisfied with that explanation but there was not much he could do. He needed a strong reason to discard him so he probably had to go through the hassle of starting from the beginning. It somehow reminded him of the time when he had gotten Percival as a puppy. The dog had known nothing and he had to show him everything and teach him every command.

His blue eyes looked over to the dog that had followed him and was now lying on the floor of his office. But then again his dog was perfection and that man was just a slave.

After he had made himself a coffee with the machine in his office he went back to work as the piles wouldn’t get smaller on their own and there was a lot to do still. He would have been happy if he wouldn’t have to take his work home with him for one day only but that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Then again maybe it was good how it was as he probably wouldn’t have known what to do if not working. Sure he could read or spend time in the garden, go for long hikes with Percival but after a while that would probably not fulfil him anymore.

When he heard his stomach growling his eyes wandered to his clock and the servant should, if he had made it in time, be there in a few minutes and tell him that he could go and have dinner, so he hurried to get the paper he was working on ready before dinner, at the same time looking forward to the food.

March 30, 2018

Ezra jumped a little hearing the others voice grow even more stern. He hadn’t thought that he had wanted an answer, of course now Ezra was being talked to like he was stupid. His eyes shifted to the blonde man standing in the others room, a look of annoyance crossing his eyes as the word ‘retard’ slid form the others mouth as if it was second nature. He dared to call him a retard? Considering he was one of the most well educated slaves around, hence why he was offered to the sick judge in the first place! Ezra shifted slightly walking toward the bed, “Yes Master Glover. I’m sorry to have annoyed you. It will not happen again.” He spoke sternly back a small hint of frustration in his own voice. Sure he knew he had messed up but he didn’t need to be barked at like he was uneducated. Ezra almost wanted to push the judges buttons because he was already so upset with him and seeing as he thought he was incompetent he figured he would milk it a little bit until his supervisor sent him his records. Maybe the judge would send him back already?

He moved to the bed sliding the jacket that was on his shoulders off and laying it on the mattress. He unbuttoned the undershirt and let it fall from his slightly tanned skin. He shifted slightly but figured the master wanted to see that he was healthy so he didn’t hide his body. Instead he pulled the new shirt over his head lightly huffing at how tight it was. It clung to his body like glue and he didn’t really think it was predictable. His hands shifted to his pants slowly unbuttoning them as his eyes moved to his master and then sighed as he realized the blonde planned to watch him strip completely. The auburn haired man decided to take pride in himself and let the slacks fall to his ankles as he stepped out of them. He bent down picking them up off the floor and laying them with the jacket. He then picked up the new pair of skin tight pants and started to put them on. When he was fully dressed and more than uncomfortable the master addressed him once more.

He had to be kidding right? Ezra wanted to be like a child and roll his eyes but instead he turned around holding his arms out from his sides so the master could check him out. Once he had gotten his fill Ezra turned back to the master waiting for his next command. Of course dinner was on the next agenda. When the master had left Ezra breathed a sigh of relief that it was over, his eyes narrowed at the door. He wasn’t dumb, everyone knew who this guy was. He had no slaves of his own, no wife, lived with only his dog in this huge mansion that Ezra would have to clean by himself. A groan escaped his lips as he left the room walking down the stairs trying to find the kitchen. He happened to stumble across the room they had been in before and sighed seeing how big and open it was. His last masters were common folk and had a small kitchen that the other slaves mostly occupied.

Ezra knew how to cook but he hoped that the master had cook books or something of the things he wanted to eat. He was no chef and couldn’t make just anything. He walked over to the chart finding todays date and reading the menu item for tonight. It was something simple enough even he could make it so he set about making dinner. He kept his eyes on the clock as he cooked making sure he wasn’t taking too long. He felt like he could be himself here, as he hummed under his breath knowing the master couldn’t hear him and wouldn’t be back down seeing as he was working. After what felt like forever he heard the timer on the stove beep and he happily took the food off the stove top and put it onto a plate. He made it look all nice and pretty before putting a cover over it so no bugs could get into it. His eyes looked up at the ceiling and he prayed he had made it good enough that the master wouldn’t get angry with him again.

He pulled the apron from around his waist and hung it up before walking to the stairs. He found his way up the flights to the office softly knocking on the door. It was dead silent other than his knocking and the sound of paper shuffling in the office. He didn’t want to let himself in and he sure as hell didn’t want to make the other upset. “Master, I’ve prepared your dinner.” He called through the door not knowing if he was allowed to enter or not. A mans office was not a room a slave just entered without warning. He had knocked but something in his stomach told him that it wouldn’t be enough.

The auburn haired man was sure that the judge had called his seller. It was no shock to him seeing as he had been scolded on their first meeting. Normally he was flawless, did everything right. Then again, he had never had a master that was so cold before. This was a whole new battle field for him and it seemed he was walking on eggshells as he figured it out. He wouldn’t be taken back, he wouldn’t be sold again unless something really bad happened between the two of them. The master would have to come up with a really good excuse to send Ezra back to the black market traders he had come from. With his flawless record of service it would be highly unlikely that the sellers would believe the judge let alone take the slave back.

He wondered how that conversation went. Seeing as to get records the judge would have to have a serious reason to even need them in the first place. The teller would most likely object and try and back out of giving him the paperwork he had asked for. Knowing men like the judge he most likely asked for the man in charge up front being wired to him directly with the hopes of getting rid of Ezra. Of course, his boss knew all too well that Ezra was a perfect slave and was never complained about before. The slave wondered if the Judge had actually gotten his records or not, and if he knew that he was highly educated and well rounded compared to the other population of his rank.

March 30, 2018

Glover’s facial expression didn’t change, it was emotionless and indifferent as it had been before and the man also was not saying a word in return of the other’s annoyed tone of voice and the look he had given the blond. The only thing that was to hear was the sound of the back of Frederick’s hand slapping the younger ones cheek right after the answer the slave had given. “I will not tolerate such a tone. Not from anyone and especially not from your kind.” He stated clearly without his face changing, his eyes still staring coldly at the other. “You will have to receive punishment for such impudent behaviour. No dinner for you!” the older one said turning towards his dog. “That means more for you good boy!” Fred spoke and there was something that was bordering on a smile as he spoke to the black furred animal that wagged its tail happily when spoken to by its owner.

After he had ordered the other to turn around for him and show him how the outfit looked like there was a critical moment and at first he had gotten the feeling that this new slave had learned nothing and would act cheekily or demonstrate his annoyance or some negativity again what would have meant that Frederick would have had to give him another punishment again. However apparently the guy was not a complete moron and restrained himself hence the judge just enjoyed the look of the other in that outfit that wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. It was made out of patent leather and it was certainly quite kinky especially in the combination with that collar.

He easily managed to finish the paper he had worked on before the slave called him for dinner. Hence he was sitting in his chair, leaning back and looking out of the window again and then to Percival. Fred was aware of what the other probably had thought about him after having seen that outfit and his eyes watching his body like that but he was just a servant he had no right to judge him for his distorted sexuality. Compared to him he was dirt, nothing, worthless and he didn’t need to care about what he thought. There was a sigh escaping him though as he was thinking about work and his so called friends and how they ridiculed when they thought he wasn’t hearing it. Sure, they didn’t know about who he really was but they liked to make fun of him by sharing some crazy theories about him and even though he didn’t give them the satisfaction of acknowledging it and pretended to not even know that they were doing that behind his back it got him that same heavy feeling he had always gotten since he had figured out what he was in his youth.

Percival noticed right away that his owner was having that expression again and he could feel the tension so he stood from where he was lying and was walking around the table wagging his tail, leaning his head to the side and looking at him in an encouraging way. The judge’s blue eyes looked at the dog as he patted his head for the effort and then turned to the clock checking when he would get his dinner. He was curious how long the slave would take and whether his cooking would be eatable or not. He was also wondering how long the ACSM would take until that servants record would arrive in his letterbox.

Dead on time he heard it knocking on the door and the auburn haired male told him that the dinner was ready. Glover stood from his chair and then walked over to the door. When he opened it Percival was leaving first and Frederick followed, closing the door behind himself right away locking it. If the start with this slave would have been better he might have asked him to come in or he had not felt the need to lock the door but he was certainly not trustworthy in his opinion so he didn’t want him in his office.

Without a word he walked past the shorter one as he found that he had not deserved to be acknowledged due to how he had acted earlier on so he went to the dining hall right away sitting down on a giant, palatial table that stood in a large hall decorated with swords on the walls and some knight’s armour from the middle ages. Glover sat down on the chair at the head of the table; Percival was laying himself onto the ground next to him, while he was waiting for the slave to serve the appetiser, curious if he would slip up or show dismissive signs towards his master again. If the other thought that he could do that with him he was mistaking. The judge would get that sort of attitude out of him really quickly one way or the other. He was his assigned slave and as such he was Frederick’s property and even someone like him should be aware of his position.

With critical eyes he watched the food the slave had brought him and it was actually quite nicely arranged so he didn’t say anything but started to eat the appetiser. He had certainly eaten better food in his life but it was completely fine so he wouldn’t complain about it. When he had eaten the appetiser he was asking for the main course but when the other was on his way back to the kitchen Glover grabbed his wrist firmly and stopped him, his cold blue eyes looking into the brown ones of the other. “And during the main course I want you to entertain me. Percival and I are starting to get bored by that all consuming silence while eating.” The blond man remarked.

March 30, 2018

Ezra didn’t find it strange how the man ogled him though he did think that the outfit was a little degrading. He was more upset about having to wear the stupid thing than worrying about why he was in such a crude get up. He was a little dense when it came to the affections of others so he didn’t think the judge was looking at him sexually. He himself was gay but being a slave no one really cared about his sexuality.

It did confuse him, why a man of such stature didn't have a woman on his arm. Or even a child to call his own. It should have dawned on him that his master might have an indecent sexuality in their society. He should have realized that he was most likely going to be used to help quenche these desires however, his mind didn't go there. Growing up he had never heard of such a relationship between a slave and their master. He had never heard of something so taboo and he didn't think it could ever happen to him.

There had been a small instance when he was younger with a woman who wanted to touch him but it wasn't an incident that didn't go unnoticed. His master was prosecuted for touching him when he was young. It was a count of child molestation and taboo sexual encounters with slaves of type C. He was terrified when he was younger because one, he wasn't into women, and two it was a woman who had practically raised him. He didn't think that this would happen again, having had amazing owners since then. Why would he have to think of it with the judge?

Of course he could expect a punishment for the way he had acted. It was just so…frustrating for this man to treat him so grossly. He felt worse than ever, treated like dirt. Less than a dog, less than any animal. He didn’t say anything as he waited patiently at the door. He wasn’t going to be having dinner tonight, at least this master didn’t beat him. It could have been way worse if he had been stuck with a different master.

He assumed that the monster in the other room had to have something wrong with him to feel the way he does. As a slave he was treated less than human and no one gave a damn about how he felt or what his past times were. He waited patiently for the master on the other side of the door. He could hear the dog on the other end get up as his master did and walked over to the door. He held his breath thinking he had done something wrong only for the master to open the door and lock it soon after. He was silent as his master passed him not even looking at him.

He followed him down the stairs only a few steps behind him and went to the dining room with him. “I’ll get your meal master.” He bowed a little before hurrying to the kitchen and carrying the first course of his meal. He sat the plate down infront of his master and stepped back holding the dining cover in his hands. He didn’t have a chance to look around the room seeing as he was on the clock. Ezra didn’t know it but he had been holding his breath waiting for his master to try the food. When he did and didn’t complain he let it out in a soft sigh of relief.

When the master asked for the other meal he nodded and turned to go back to the kitchen to get the main course. He let out a surprised whimper when his wrist was grabbed turning him around to look back at his master. His eyes connected with his masters and he instantly regretted it, “M-master? What type of entertainment?” He asked slightly confused on what the other had meant. He felt like he should apologize for what he had said earlier but there was no time for it. Not here, he was too worried about entertainment. “I’m afraid I don’t have very many talents Master…I worry that I won’t be able to entertain you properly…” he said softly his eyes darting away from his masters feeling that it was a break of respect to look his master directly in the eyes.

March 31, 2018

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the servant who started stuttering, thousand of thoughts rising up on his mind. Was he scared because he had already judged him as a pervert and feared that Frederick was asking something sexual in this moment? Was he disgusted by him maybe? Did he really not have any talents and was nervous to fail? Or had he simply gotten scared by their interaction earlier and that slap into his face for the impudent behaviour? For the blond who had to spent his live making a secret out of his sexual desires and who had been taught that it was something shameful and abnormal that must have been it. The guy probably saw a sick monster in him and that was why he didn’t want to entertain him.

“I don’t expect you to have special talents. That is not necessary.” Glover said. “The slave I have rented together with my former house had no such talents either but he kept me entertained regardless.” He let the younger man know his voice calm and cool. “Be creative, surprise me!” he encouraged the auburn haired man, curious about what the other would come up with. There were dozens of things that would come to the judge’s mind but granted most of those weren’t fit for the dinner table, they were for other occasions. “If you don’t know anything you can still dance and move that body for me.” Fred suggested and thought back to his other slave.

That man had always danced for him, danced in a really erotic way and in the end he had gotten perfect at that and he had even enjoyed doing that for the blond man. They had spent a lot of entertaining hours not only when Fred had eaten and there had been a lot of things Glover had made him do and had done with him. The judge knew the laws, he knew that he was neither supposed to have a sexual relationship with another man and he was not supposed to have sex with another category of people both was forbidden. What was he supposed to do though? He was attracted to men and no one else and he was just a man too. He had needs as well as all men had them. But he had seen too many men convicted for having had sex with other guys because some guys had been traps set by the government or the police and then there had been some who had told on them or whatever unfortunate circumstances had led to their discovery and they had gotten their ticket to labour camp just like those who slept with a lower category. Personally he had had a tough time pronouncing any homosexual man guilty for being homosexual when he had been confronted with those cases. And it had drawn suspicion onto him as well as he had been known for having no mercy and being strict and emotionless so people had asked themselves why Frederick Glover of all people had been proven to be mild and merciful with those ‘queers’. But even though he had shown mercy he had still hated having to convict other gay men at all. It was the law though and he was a judge so he had to. The man was certainly glad that being a top judge he usually didn’t have to have anything to do with such minor cases anymore.

However even though it was against two laws at the same time Frederick found that doing sexual acts with a servant was the safest option there was. No one was suspicious of a slave staying at the house and a slave had no power at all, lowering chances of getting caught by other people.

And even if a slave got to report the sexual activity without his knowledge no one would believe their word over his. The word of a master and top judge like him was weighing way more than that of a slave. No one would believe a slave over him and Fred could just tell that the slave was trying to discredit and defame him for ruining his reputation and life and that would lead to the slave getting convicted for telling lies and discrediting a master. And so far that had worked fine for Glover and no servant had ever tried to sue him or even made an attempt of complaining about him.

When he had let the other’s wrist slip free and the servant was walking towards the kitchen Glover’s eyes were locked on his arse that was dressed in those skin tight pants and he realised just how pent up he had gotten since he had moved into the mansion and it also had been a while since he had touched himself. It was quite a wonder that his balls were not bursting already. And as incompetent and bad mannered that auburn head seemed to be he was definitely attractive and the judge’s type on top of that. He had not planned to do anything on the first day but he wasn’t so certain if he could restrain himself completely and not do anything at all.

Had he stared at the arse when the younger one had disappeared he was now staring at his crotch and not the food he was carrying. His blue eyes only went to the food when it was place before him on the table, nodding into the slave’s direction before his cold voice spoke again. “Have you thought about what you would like to do for my entertainment or do you prefer to dance for me after all?” The judge asked and then pointed at a record player that was standing on a pedestal.

March 31, 2018

Ezra noticed instantly that the masters eyes narrowed at him. He felt like shrinking away from him as if expecting another scolding. He didn’t want to be scolded again. Not on the first day, it was too soon to be making so many mistakes. Surprisingly the master didn’t scold him and he blinked a few times. “Master…?” he asked softly his eyes roaming over to the master who was holding onto him still. Ezra didn’t think he was a good dancer but considering how the other man had stared at his body, and the way he talked about it, he wouldn’t need to be too good in order to entertain the master with his body. He seemed to like his body and he didn’t know if that made him feel excited or frightened.

It was starting to sink in that this master was most likely homosexual. The way his eyes racked over his body wasn't one of a straight man and Ezra could tell that he wanted him already. He overworked himself, probably never had enough sex either, and he probably wouldn't unless he took it from the slave.

He felt a little nervous, like those blue eyes were pouring into his soul. He shifted a little uneasily. He felt his wrist slide from the others hands and he bowed lightly, “I’ll get your food sir.” He hurried off to the kitchen feeling eyes pouring into his back with hot intensity. A blush fell over his cheeks as he escaped into the kitchen. He rested for a moment shaking his head, “Dance for you…? What dance…?” He asked under his breath as he grabbed the main course and turning to head back toward the dining room.

When he returned he swore he could have seen the masters eyes on his lower half as he walked to the table. He blinked a few times as if telling himself that was probably a lie and sat the food on the table. He tilted his head a little as he listened to his master. “I…I’m afraid I don’t have any talents that would entertain you master. I’m not a very good dancer but I can try and entertain you enough.” He spoke softly his hips shifting a little as he switched from one foot and the other.

He was terrified of messing up, horrified that the judge would get mad again. His brown eyes moved to the pedestal and he walked over to it. He found a box of records beside it and he smiled a little, seemed the judge had good taste. “What would you like me to dance to master? Possibly a favorite of yours?” He asked bending down wiggling his ass a bit as he picked up one of the record boxes. Ezra knew what he was doing, he wasn’t stupid. He had sort of figured it out and if he was right the master wouldn’t mind ogling his tight ass in as it bent over. He looked over his shoulder back at his master letting his fingers slide over the records in the box. “Maybe something…you can enjoy your dinner to?” He asked sliding his fingers over a few jazz pieces as he waited for his master to say what he wanted him to dance to.

Ezra was slender and his body was plump in all the right areas. The pants hung high on his waist so when he bent down the bottom of his ass cheeks peeked out from under the fabric. In front it showed off the v-line that traced down to his clothed member that was only outlined by the tight clothing as he walked. He was a little chilly so his nipples pressed against the shirt poking out against the fabric. He didn’t mind and he assumed the gay judge didn’t either. Ezra didn’t mean to seduce the master but…if it would entertain him and make him happy then that’s what he was going to do.

April 1, 2018

Fred could see the servant was getting uncomfortable and nervous when he told him that he had no talent and was not a good dancer either. “What can you do at all?” Glover remarked sharply as all he had heard from that man so far was he wasn’t good at this or that and impudent answers. “If this is an attempt to duck out of your duties as my slave it won’t work. You will entertain me now. So go over there and turn on the music.” His cold voice ordered impatiently getting annoyed by the other male’s stuttering and the excuse that he apparently wasn’t good at anything.

Finally the auburn haired man was walking towards the pedestal and again the judge found his blue eyes on the man’s body more precisely his arse and how he could see that tempting arse move in those tight little pants. When the younger one was bending over though and starting to deliberately wiggle his arse for him his eyes blinked up lustfully and he felt some heat within him. On the other hand he had realised that the slave was doing that on purpose now what confirmed his assumption that he knew. The question as to why the other was now catering to this out of his own impulse and was obviously trying to arouse him even before he was supposed to dance was on the rise though. Was he mocking him for being gay? Was he mocking him for his sexuality being distorted on top of that as he had some weird sexual quirks and kinks? Or was he ambitious to appeal to him and service him the best he could?

As he was watching the sexy little arse he had a perfect view on especially with the pants slipping up so that he could see parts of the servants arse cheeks, there were thousands of pictures and thoughts and desires rushing through his mind. Things he would have liked to do with the man and he was so distracted by that that he had no ears for the other’s question as to what he wanted him to dance to. Just when the other turned his auburn head towards him and then asked another time he realised the question. “Nothing too hectic while I am eating! Choose something sensual that you already know so that you can dance to it properly instead.”

With that said he continued to look at the other male and when the other turned the record player on Frederick saw the erect nipples that were showing underneath the patent leather shirt and how sexy the other’s bulge was that was definitely drawing attention to it. Such a lewd and hot body! Looking at that showed him how horny he was and he felt the urge to make that body surrender to him, to make the other submit and give his body to him, as it was his property after all. “What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Get started. But before that, you will tell me your name real quick!” Glover ordered now starting to eat with his eyes still on the shorter male.

April 1, 2018

Ezra shifted slightly hearing the other still so cold with him. He rolled his eyes and picked up a record and pulling it out of its sleeve. He could feel the others eyes all over his body as he moved. Every movement seeming to be stared at and accepted. He slid his hands to the record player picking up the track and setting it down before dropping the needle on it. He smiled a little hearing the opening melody of the song. The mention of his name made him raise an eyebrow as he turned back to his master. “My name is Ezra.” He shifted his hands roaming them down his stomach.

He didn’t think he was a good dancer but he could definitely seduce a man easily enough. His hand roamed over the backs of the chairs as his half-lidded eyes looked over to his master. He tilted his head feeling the collar shift on his neck, slightly having forgotten about it until now. His hands slid down further still roaming down between his legs as he started to dance rather erotically for himself. He would have never expected himself to be so lewd but if he could watch himself he would be a little happy about it.

As he danced he brought a lot of attention to his hips and his ass knowing all too well that those eyes seemed to be sticking to his lower half. This judge was seething with desire and lust and it was like Ezra could taste it in the air. In all reality if he could touch his master…please him that way he would be probably considered a much better slave. As the song came to an end his eyes blinked over to the master as he panted lightly. “Would master like another song? Or possibly another form of entertainment?” he asked his body stretching out as he rested his arms on the back of a chair across from the master.

It was probably the closest he had gotten to the master aside from putting the food infront of him. He could practically see the bulge of his master growing, pulsing with need and want. He could feel it in the air around them and he couldn’t help but get a little aroused himself. Glover was…more than handsome and it would be saying something if Ezra could sleep with his master. Most of the slave men weren’t the most handsome, they weren’t ugly but none compared to this man. Ezra had never had a partner so…well built and cold. Then again he didn’t know how well the master would treat him in bed. Something told him that he was either really rough or really gentle and Ezra didn’t know which one excited him more. He hoped the master would think of something else for dessert seeing as he didn't think he was a good dancer. Maybe his master thought of something differently?

April 2, 2018

Just nodding at the other’s name he continued to eat waiting for the younger servant to start the erotic dance he had requested and he didn’t have to wait long for the other to start moving. It appeared that he really was not a good dancer but fortunately Glover didn’t care about that. He hadn’t ordered him to do that for showing him some artistic choreography after all. And what the judge wanted to see the short male delivered. Though Fred was eating his blue eyes followed the hands of the other that were roaming over that attractive body. Wandering over that nicely shaped torso, brushing those lewd hard nipples before letting the hands run between his legs and the blond male could feel his blood rushing downstairs and his cock hardening in the black pants of his suit.

Frederick started to wonder if the other had seduced his previous owners who had been citizens to his knowledge as well or if he had done that for someone special, maybe another slave before as he seemed to know what to do to turn Glover on further.

If he was nothing else he definitely was erotic. His lust filled eyes widened when the other was especially putting emphasis onto his narrow hips and his perfectly shaped arse apparently having realised that the forty years old had paid the most attention to that area of the other’s body before. And he definitely was not wrong with doing that and the judge couldn’t hold back a heated breath feeling his erection grow, getting even more aroused than he already was, wanting to grab those hips and ram his throbbing thick cock into that tiny little hole of the other’s tight arse. For a moment he forgot to eat having much more of an appetite for the other’s body than food.

When the music had stopped he ignored the panting servant for a moment, not answering his questions until he had taken the last bites of his meal and dabbed off his mouth with a napkin, trying to ignore the aching in his pants that looked like a bloody tent by now. It was hard to ignore when he felt the eyes of Ezra on his boner though but he tried to ignore the gaze and the thoughts about what the other might be thinking seeing a man of his status sitting there like that, with a raging erection from having looked at a slave male’s body and dance. As he had finished the main course he shoved the plate aside and looked into those brown eyes and he could have sworn that he had seen arousal on the slaves face too. Not that obvious as it was to see on his own face but it had definitely been there. There was the hint of a smirk playing around his thin lips looking at the slave who apparently liked men as well. This would make it much better and easier than if he had been against the idea of being with another man.

“No. No other song.” Glover declined finally answering his question now, feeling his hard dick pulsating in his pants, having something completely different in mind before he would have his desert.

“Take your shoes off and get on the stable.” His demanding voice ordered the auburn haired. Frederick waited for the other male to get onto the stable and heavy, expensive piece of furniture. “Strip off your clothes!” was the next demand and his blue eyes flickered in anticipation. When the shirt finally fell his eyes wandered over every muscle and got stuck at those obscene nipples that made him want to pinch them, suck them, spin them or put a clip on it, torturing them before he would caress and lick them but he restrained himself, just sitting there his twitching dick trapped in his pants enjoying the other’s body.

The judge’s eyes were those of a hungry wolf when the tiny panty was gone and he got the view of Ezra’s cock that was wiggling with every movement he made. It was as if his blue eyes were studying it, from the auburn pubic hair over the others length to his balls. His gaze was as if he was already having sex with the younger male with his eyes and Fred unconsciously left out a turned on growl before he ordered the other to turn around and to spread his arse for him to drool over that tempting rosy hole. Fred enjoyed it that the other was completely exposed to him and that he could not hide from his gazes and that the auburn haired was in a vulnerable position completely on display before him and that aroused him further.

After he had instructed the other to turn back towards him again there was silence for a moment and one corner of Glover’s mouth was twitching weirdly as if he wanted to smirk but again his mask like face didn’t fully make it to that. His voice was controlled and sounded calm even though he was in heat when he spoke to Ezra again. “Touch yourself and make yourself cum in front of me!” he ordered before he closed his eyes, opened them again and added. “Without laying hand on your cock! I want you to play with your arse and your prostate until you cum.” The blond demanded sounding as if he was giving him an assignment for work and not as if he was a horny guy with a throbbing boner confined in those pants of his who was ordering his house slave to masturbate before his eyes.

April 2, 2018

Ezra tilted his head waiting patiently for the master to speak. He could see the throbbing erections in the others pants just barely under the table. Even if he couldn’t dance really, he could seduce and he had done just that. The slave knew how to please a man and he was in no worry to think he couldn’t please the master. He felt a little shiver run up his spine and he had to keep himself from making a noise. The man could tell that the judge wasn’t small, he wasn’t gentle either which made Ezra’s lower half a little hard all in its own. He watched the master slowly wipe his mouth, seeming to not let himself enjoy what was happening.

This was a little troubling for Ezra, he got that it was illegal but the judge was obviously pent up. He was a man of incredibly high status that liked other men…and slept with a class much much lower than his own. It was a taboo and it was wrong but Ezra figured he had needs too and no one would ever notice. Ezra, since the moment he stepped foot in this house, became loyal to this man entirely and would follow every task to the best of his abilities. The judges rough tone ordering him to remove his shoes and get on the table made him feel even more aroused. A hand slid down removing his shoes before he found his way to the table hopping up onto it. He got a little comfortable leaning back against the hard wood as his eyes looked down at his master waiting patiently for his next order.

When it came Ezra smiled a little but tried hard not to show it. He quickly pulled the shirt up and over his head setting it on the back of one of the chairs. He slid a hand down his chest before landing it on his hips to take off his pants. The judges eyes were like glue to his body and Ezra could feel it. It was like fire in his body and he shivered lightly feeling those cold, hard eyes staring at him with no emotion. Sure, it would have been nice to be touched but Ezra didn’t mind doing all the work himself.

A hand slid the pants off and he bent his legs pulling them all the way off laying them with his shirt. He blushed a little bit as his cock stood half erect already, and from the constant stare that lay on his body. It was like he was meat and the judge was a hungry lion. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into the slave. Ezra felt like he was being touched with the others eyes, feeling them slide over the length of his growing erection causing him to shift his hips slightly to give the master a better view.

He was ordered to turn around and he did spreading his ass cheeks for the master resting his cheek against the table as he felt the others eyes sliding over his body. He whimpered softly feeling those cold eyes pierce his hole, an unconscious twitch of his muscles made him blush harder. It was like he hadn’t been fucked in an incredibly long time, which was true. He himself was pent up enough as it was. He turned back to face the master looking at him in silence as they just seemed to stare at one another.

The command was a little odd for him, he tilted his head a little and smiled softly shifting his hips and sliding his ass more on the table so he could spread his legs for the master to get a good enough view. “Yes master…” he spoke softly feeling his own cock twitch against his stomach at the others eyes on his body. The slave slid two fingers into his mouth sucking on them a moment before sliding them down his body lightly probing the tight muscles around his opening. Ezra would be lying if he said he didn’t play with himself often. He didn’t have anyone to touch him so he spent most evenings with himself when he felt the need, pleasuring himself. He slid a finger inside of himself moaning softly as it penetrated his tight hole. He shifted leaning an elbow down on the table to hold himself up as he spread his ass open for the master as his finger started to go deeper. It had been a little while so it wasn’t without a little bit of discomfort but after a moment it was fine.

He slid another finger inside whimpering softly as he started to thrust his fingers inside of himself. This would be much easier with a toy but he could do it this way too, his fingers weren’t exactly what he wanted at the moment but it would do. His half lidded gaze turned to the master as his fingers started working faster and deeper, his cock fully hard and pulsing against his stomach. “Ngh…master…what about the mess? Your beautiful table…” he panted out softly as his hand sprawled out against the table holding onto it for support as another finger found its way inside of his body.

He was three fingers deep into himself and yet he still didn’t feel full. He lightly rubbed against his prostate each thrust in working himself up to release. It wouldn’t take long seeing as he was hard as a rock and more pent up than the master probably was. He didn’t want to dirty the table and he didn’t want to get any on his master so he knew he would have to cum on himself and hope it didn’t get on the table. If he was unable to touch his cock he would have to let it do its own thing.

He leaned his head back in pure bliss as his fingers started to play with his prostate more. Groaning softly from the pleasure he was giving himself. If it wasn’t evident before that he liked men it was now. The master didn’t have to tell him more than once to start pleasing himself and he felt no want to backtalk the master. Sure he didn’t normally do this and had his other masters asked this of him he would have been confused but this master…he kind of wanted to. His eyes found the others cock again and he flicked his tongue over his lips as if wanting to taste it inside of his mouth before letting the older man probe his asshole as many times as he wanted.

April 4, 2018

Examining Ezra as he was shifting on the table and spreading his legs some more for him to have a good overview, his eyes were narrowed and totally focussed on the male when he was sucking on his own two fingers. It was a hot sight and Fred was imagining the man sucking on something else when that naughty tongue of the servant wrapped around those fingers and drenched them in salvia. Discreetly the judge was moving on the chair feeling his cock twitch another time as he observed the auburn haired male who was probing his arsehole with his wet fingers until the man was spreading his hole letting the fingers slight in.

Hearing that whimper that then turned into pleasured noises as the younger one was adding another finger and was thrusting them deeper and faster inside of himself was a turn on just as that lusty, lewd face with those half lidded eyes that was looking at him. Not to mention that the slave’s dick was now rock hard, the veins sticking out and pre-cum dripping along the shaft making it shimmer temptingly. Glover was slightly biting his lower lip his hard dick rioting and protesting in his pants wanting to be freed, wanting to pound that slutty hole and fuck that slave’s brain out but Frederick was restraining himself, holding himself back but though he was a disciplined man with a will of iron the fingers of his right hand had to clench into the fabric of the black pants to keep himself to stay there like that, sitting as if he was not bothered and not hard as a rod of steel.

The panting husky voice of the slave forced him to focus on the words and there was a mischievous glare in his cold eyes when he answered to Ezra. “Don’t worry about the table. You will clean off the mess you make with your tongue anyway.” He spoke actually hoping the other would stain the table so that he would have to lick it clean in front of him. Seeing the other in such a humiliating position would only add to his lust and his arousal, making that man subject to him sexually and mentally, dominating him, making him his loyal fuck toy was his kink. And that those kinds of things made him hot was another reason why he could never be with a man of equal status the law aside and why his sexuality was distorted. Glover was aware that this was not a normal thing. He had always been aware that it was sick and yet forcing a sex partner into submission and making him expose and even degrade himself was adding a feeling of sheer power and it made his dick even harder for some reason though he wished to be more normal in that regard.

Seeing the other in pleasure and how he was throwing his head into his neck letting out a deep groan made it clear to him that the auburn haired was now playing with and hitting on his prostate, seeming to enjoy himself under the hungry eyes of his master. It was certain that this man did not finger his hole for the first time and it made Frederick even more certain that this slave was homosexual too. He had not expected the new slave to submit to that orders of his so willingly and joyfully to expose himself and show such intimate sides of his to the judge. And maybe this lusty slave was not only gay but a little distorted himself like he was too. Maybe he would enjoy what Glover wanted to do with him; it actually looked like that as Ezra was looking at Fred’s erection like a starving man at a feast. “What a lewd, nasty slave they have send me here, getting that hot by being watched by his master in such a position and looking at my dick with such an expression.” He commented his voice clearly showing that he was everything but displeased with this.

His cock was aching too much in his pants and he was unconsciously rubbing his hand over it under the table, letting out a husky breath, looking completely in heat while he was staring at the young slave cumming and staining mostly himself but the table too with his sperm. Fred was happy that the other had not been successful in shooting his load all over himself but not onto the table as that would have deprived him from making him lick it off. “You know what you have to do!” he ordered, his eyes blinking up as he was demanding from the other to lick off his own cum from the wooden plate of the table.

He enjoyed that show but the other had not just swallowed that down yet when he was giving him the next order as he was too aroused and his cock craving it way too badly for him to play around anymore. “Get down from the table.” He ordered waiting for the other to climb down again. “On your knees!” his voice demanded coldly before he added:”Crawl over to me on all fours.”

The intense blue of his eyes was resting on him, looking at the other crawling over the floor on a lower height than Percival who would have stood higher than the human if he had not disinterestedly laid there and slept.

When Ezra had arrived at his place, kneeling before him on the ground the blond was opening the zipper of his pants. He pulled both the boxers and the pants down enough for the thick hard rod to spring free, slapping his heated, throbbing dick into the servants face. “Suck it!”he ordered his voice sounding a little husky now after all.

April 4, 2018

The comments from his master only made him even more aroused. Licking the table clean? He could do that, it was his cum after all and he felt bad for staining the table. It was such a beautiful table. Sure it would be humiliating to lick up his own cum off the table but he felt even worse for making the master scold him so early on in their relationship. It felt only right to follow his orders and not make a fuss. It would be against him as a slave to go against his masters orders specially if he was getting something out of it. He wasn’t able to eat dinner so…doing something to pass the time and pleasure himself wasn’t that horrible.

He felt the masters eyes on his cock, his cold gaze seeming to pull another drop of pre-cum from his cock as it throbbed against his stomach. He wanted to touch it, to stroke it and let it release everything it had had pent up. He wanted to show the master that he wasn’t afraid of his sexuality and he wasn’t disgusted by it. In fact, he partakes in the actions the master likes and possibly helps the master like him a little more. The judge was a cold man as it was and Ezra felt something inside of him quiver under his gaze. No man had ever made him feel so…humiliated. One would think it would make him upset but it just made his cock harder. Those icy blue eyes staring him down as his fingers slid in and out of his ass again and again.

He felt his entire body shiver as his release was getting close. When it finally came he leaned his head back and moaned loudly feeling warmth spread over his lower stomach and his arm as it by passed his body and spewed onto the table. He was panting hard when he stopped his eyes looking over to the master only to hear his next orders. He shifted onto all fours licking up the cum moaning softly as he did so, his body still reeling from its pleasure.

He heard the next order and he tilted his head finishing up his other task quickly before he shifted, lowering himself to the floor. A deep blush covered Ezra’s cheeks as he fell to all fours crawling over to the master, kneeling infront of him. He licks his lips that still had a little bit of cum on them and whimpered a little, anticipation in his gut. He didn’t know why the judges cock was something he felt like he was getting on Christmas but he couldn’t contain how happy he was. The judge was going to let him touch him? How interesting seeing how the other man despised slaves, Ezra hadn’t thought he would even want the slave to touch him.

He peered up at the master his hands resting on the floor between his legs as he felt the others cock slide against his face. He moaned lowly sliding his tongue out and over the length of the Masters cock all the way to the tip. He was incredibly hard from just having watched Ezra get himself off. The slave couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t said to suck him off. The slave’s brown eyes peered up at the judges as he pulled the tip of his cock into his mouth sliding his tongue over the tip of it.

Very uneasily he moved slightly so he was sitting a little higher up and put a hand on the inner thigh of the master. He didn’t know how much he could tough the judge before he got punished so he was taking things a little slow in that regard. He wasn’t however, taking things slow on the masters cock. After repositioning himself he pulled the masters cock into his mouth sliding his lips all the way down to the hilt, his throat closing around the hard cock instinctively. He moaned around its length before pulling it out licking the tip once more before sliding his mouth down the length to his balls. The slave sucked on one of the masters balls as his brown eyes peered up at the masters wondering if he was doing alright.

He then let it pop out of his mouth with an audible sound before licking back up the masters cock and pulling it back into his mouth. He felt it hit the back of his throat but he didn’t mind as he pulled his head back letting it bob on the masters cock at a sort of medium speed. He sort of wanted the master to fuck his mouth but then again, something told him that it wouldn’t be that rough with the master. It seemed he had a kink for watching his slaves do embarrassing things. Ezra sort of assumed he would be sucking the man off all on his own without the help of the master. This wasn’t a problem, he knew how to give a blow job and he knew how to please a man. It wasn’t something new to him and that was apparent. He moaned around the cock in his mouth sending vibrations down the masters shaft as he pulled his cock in deep.

Ezra could still feel the warm cum on his own stomach but he felt arousal coming to the surface again. He felt a blush cover his cheeks, he wanted to stroke himself as he sucked the master off feeling his own cock slowly starting to become erect again. Maybe it was being looked down on? Or being degraded? He didn’t know but he couldn’t not get hot under those icy blue eyes staring him down. The masters voice, his body, his cock, all of it was just adding to Ezra’s fire.

April 5, 2018

Fred was very aware about how that slutty servant drooled over his cock and how much he apparently craved to suck it and get his throat fucked and having that lowlife looking at his dick like that made him want to ravage him even more.

As the other peered up to him those beautiful brown eyes were meeting his cold blue gaze that had a dangerous glare in it. When his throbbing thing was finally getting attention and the younger man’s tongue slid over the length there were sparks shooting through his body. He exhaled hearable when the other took the head of his cock into his mouth and let his tongue run over the glans and under his foreskin and he could feel how his temperature was rising and how his body heated up gradually.

Feeling the slave’s hand on his thigh his eyes widened and he looked down on the other with a dismissive look, slapping his hand getting it off of him. “I don’t recall having allowed you to touch me with your filthy hands. I ordered you to suck my dick!” he hissed coldly, not liking that the other touched his thigh without asking permission to touch his body.

Ezra made up for it though as he took his whole length into his mouth to the hilt granting him to feel the amazing tightness of his throat around the head of his cock. It felt great when the other moaned what was causing some vibration and Glover had to repress a pleasured moan and had to force himself to keep his face straight and not display how good he was feeling on it. He didn’t like losing control and he didn’t like showing pleasure or some kind of emotions he was feeling. His heart rate he couldn’t control though and that was on the rise as well as his breath was getting heavier.

The air was feeling cold around his heated manhood that was covered by the servant’s salvia as the man let it slide out of his mouth. He felt the man’s tongue on the tip of his cock again, sliding under his foreskin before he was letting his mouth run down his shaft taking in one of his balls sucking it, causing Frederick to repress yet another noise what led to him letting out some smothered sound that found its way to escape him regardless while he enjoyed what the salve did to his balls and cock. That man knew what he was doing, that was clear. “It seems like we have found a talent of yours after all! How many cocks did you have to suck to get to that, slut?” he commented in a degrading tone.

A lewd noise was to hear when the auburn haired male let Fred’s balls pop out of his mouth and it was kinda hot in weird sense. This time when his dick was taken into the other’s mouth the slave started bobbing his head and Glover started to feel really good especially with the vibrations the other send through his hard throbbing rod by moaning against it. The judge himself was still eager to not let anything show but his eyes betrayed him although his face was like a mask. There was clear pleasure to see in the cold blue eyes of the man and he was starting to pant slightly, his eyes constantly examining the slave. Hence it didn’t go unnoticed that the man was getting hard again. “What a nasty slave, getting hard again from tasting and sucking my cock.” The blond remarked that half succeeded smirk appearing again, one day he would get there and actually form a smirk or a smile on that blank face of his. However when his eyes caught the man’s hand twitching in the impulse to stroke himself his eyes narrowed and the mischievous shine in his gaze was back. “Don’t you dare touch yourself without begging my permission first! You are not allowed to please yourself if I don’t grant that to you.” He made himself very clear.

He leaned himself back in the chair a little getting more comfortable while the slave’s doing made pleasured sparks run through his body that increased in their intensity the longer he continued. Fred was starting to leak fountains of pre-cum and his breath was heavy enough that the other could see his chest rise and lower when he inhaled and exhaled. A restrained growl was to hear and though he was feeling good it wasn’t enough and he was getting impatient and eager to ravage that face and fuck that throat. His strong hands pushed the man’s head away and he let his pulsating hot cock that was glistering from the pre-cum and the salvia slip out of the man’s mouth. The judge stood up from the chair and forced the salve’s head higher, his hands clenching into the auburn mane pulling his hair when Fred was thrusting his dick back into the other’s mouth hard, deep and rough while pressing Ezra’s head against himself vigorously.

Glover was mercilessly penetrating the man’s mouth, deepthroating him while forcing his head to move. He was everything but gentle as he ravaged his servant. His cock was buried deep into the tightness of the male’s throat and it made him feel even greater and the pleasure he was feeling was upgraded from sparks to a firework. It got harder for him to hide the pleasure on his face and there was a deep growl slipping out of his mouth when he was thrusting into the slave again.

Looking down on the man he could see drool dripping down the corners of the man’s mouth as he was used like a sex toy by his master. That sight only aroused Frederick more and he was frantically moving his hips fucking that naughty mouth of the auburn haired man.

He had no clue for how long he was doing that to Ezra’s mouth when he felt that he was on the edge to orgasm. His muscles were tensing up and his body was catching fire. He was not able to repress the heated panting sounds anymore at all and he was ramming the man’s head against his cock and his cock inside of the man’s throat even harder but he was getting more irregular before he felt his climax streaming through his body, his cock erupting like a volcano. Frederick pulled his dick out and shot some of his load into the opened mouth of the slave while he made the rest cover the man’s face with his sperm. His body was hot and he was breathing heavily when his eyes blinked up seeing his slave on his knees, his hair a bloody mess and his face stained by his cum. “That’s exactly the position you belong in.” His voice sounded as he stared down at the kneeling slave, Fred’s seeds running over his handsome face. The blond master was slamming his cock against the man’s cheek again. “Lick it clean!” he ordered and waited for the other to free his dick from the remaining cum with his tongue.

After that had been done he pulled up his boxers and his pants again and sat down onto his chair again as if nothing had happened. “Crawl into the kitchen and then bring me my dessert now!” he ordered the naked, cum stained salve to serve him, looking at his arse and that rosy hole as the man had to crawl into the kitchen and get his dessert for him.

April 5, 2018

Ezra winced lightly feeling his hand slapped away. Of course someone like him would only be touched on his own terms. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t hurt by the action. No master of his had ever treated him with such…disgust before. He felt the bottom of his stomach fall out as if nothing could make him feel any better. He had sort of forgotten about it however as he went back pleasing his master, his hands placed firmly on the floor where they apparently belonged. His auburn eyes peered up at his master blushing a little as he notied that the master was feeling a little bit too much pleasure for that mask of his.

He could hear the breathing grow heavier as he started to suck his master off. A little whimper left his lips as the master spoke to him, the slave too focused on the task at hand to really acknowledge that the master was being rude to him once more. Ezra could see the small hint of lust in the others eyes as they looked down at him, as if trying to show the slave what their master was wanting to say but didn’t. He moaned around the others cock once more as he was talked to and ordered not to touch his own cock. Of course he hadn’t even thought about it, his hard cock twitching between his thighs as he pleased his master.

Not long after Ezra started to taste salty pre-cum, large amounts of it no less and he moaned softly around the cock feeling his own breathing grow heavier as he pleased his master. He wanted to use his hands and to make it even better but something told him none of that would be happening for awhile. He was pushed away and he lightly peered up at the master scooting back a little as he stood. He shifted his hands moving off the floor as his head was pulled up higher and his body in a kneeling position. He felt the saliva on his lips drip down onto his chest and he looked up at the master waiting patiently for what he assumed was going to happen.

His mouth opened obediently but he couldn’t keep a gag from happening as the mans rock hard cock slid into his through hard and fast. He moaned lowly his eyes closing as his nose pressed against the masters lower stomach making it hard to breathe. Ezra didn’t mind being used in such a rough way, as he felt his throat being fucked he couldn’t keep from tears sliding out of his eyes from trying to keep from gagging on the others cock. His throat unconsciously tightened around the others cock over and over again making the slave buck as he needed air needing to slide off the others cock every now and again to breathe. He was panting hard and he could feel the saliva from his mouth trickling down his chin in thick waves.

He didn’t know how long it went on for but when he could taste the others pre-cum more often he figured he was probably close. Ezra was used to the rough treatment by now and he tried his hardest to keep his throat as open as possible for the other. He still coughed here and there trying to breathe around the cock but he still didn’t stop the master from getting what he wanted. Ezra moaned hard against the others cock as he felt a spurt of sperm slide down his throat, he left his mouth open however even though he wanted to cough and let the master cum in his mouth and on his face. He blinked a few times feeling the tears trickle down his cheeks and his throat was already feeling sore. One of his eyes was closed shut from cum collecting on his eyelashes and he wanted to wipe it off in order to see but that would have to wait.

Ezra didn’t need any coaxing he was already licking the masters cock clean when the other was yelling at him to do so. He was panting, still trying to get his breathing under control and the stinging in his throat to stop. His one good eye peered up at the master as he pulled up his pants and boxers and sat back down. He slid a finger into the cum on his eye before licking it off so he could see properly. He nodded a little at the new order, “Yes Master.” He turned around on all fours, a blush forming on his cheeks. He was in such a horrible state and yet he didn’t argue. He crawled into the kitchen before standing and grabbing the masters dessert and heading back into the dining room. He sat it on the table with a soft sigh, though it was sort of distorted from the rough treatment his throat had just had.

“Anything else Master?” he asked softly his eyes sticking to the ground as he realized his position in this household was going to be nothing more than the family dog. Less than even, the dog was treated better. Ezra would just have to understand that this was his life now…he was less than dirt and his body was going to be used to the fullest from his master. His master was so cold…so hateful…he didn’t know how long he could sleep with him before starting to feel like he wanted more from him.

April 7, 2018

There was the feeling of satisfaction kicking in when his eyes followed the slave crawling over the floor of the large hall to the kitchen. He let out a deep sigh and leaned his head back a little as he watched the man crawl his way. Finally he had ejaculated again; it had been about time as it had been month since he had had his last sexual encounter and weeks since he had jerked off. But it was not only that what caused that satisfied feeling, it was also the power he had over Ezra and playing that out what satisfied him.

His blue eyes were glued onto the auburn haired man’s exposed arse, his hole and the sight he got at the other’s balls and his semi-erect cock that had hardened again when he had sucked him off. That had been something he had really liked to see, that tasting his dick had made the other hard again, that he had apparently enjoyed it to suck him and that lusty admiring way he had looked at his manhood was pretty ideal. Though he was just a slave, he preferred it when they were into him rather than disgusted by the actions. Not only did someone who liked to do that a better job at it, he also had never liked the feeling that the man he fucked was grossed out by him and his sexuality. This had happened to him one time. He had been a teenager and he had ordered that kind of service from one of their house slaves. The salve had protested not only because he found his gayness disgusting and the law but also because he was the son of his owners and a teenager. Glover had punished him and ordered him to please him again and the man had not been able to do it without letting show how repulsed he was and how loathsome he had found Fred what had made the blond angry and he had given that slave hell afterwards because he had made him feel horrible and even more ashamed of himself than he had already been.

When the naked slave returned with his dessert the blond nodded and looked at the food that looked quite well. He turned his head to the slave slightly, still seeing the sperm on his face as the man asked him whether there was something else or not. “Not right now. You can sit.” He told him indifferently and started to eat his dessert. It was pretty decently made and he figured he could give that slave some higher-class meals to make for the next weeks plan and see if he could offer him that too. It was silence in the room when he ate and he could hear the sounds of the silverware. It didn’t take him too long to finish though and when the plate was empty he turned to the slave. “Put that away and then you’ll fill Percival’s bowl with the remains of the main course.” He told him and the Doberman lifted his head when he had heard his owner speaking his name.

After Percival had eaten Frederick turned to the still naked man again, his eyes wandering over his nude body and he felt the urge to touch him but didn’t. “I will show you the bathroom that you will be using. You’re sharing it with Percival but he doesn’t have to bath too often so you’ll mostly have it for yourself.” The blond spoke his tone rather indifferent than cold. “You will clean yourself and then I have something to give to you.” The judge announced, his blue eyes meeting the other’s brown ones.

The blond turned around and walked ahead, listening to the other’s steps to make sure that he followed. Percival was the first one moving though and he kept up with Fred walking at the same speed as him. He led the slave up the stairs, past his room and to the end of the floor. The door had a golden dog’s head on it as it had been only Percival’s so far. And the dog recognised the room right away and sat before it on the ground not moving any further towards it. Not even when the judge opened it and entered the room because he was thinking that his owner wanted to bathe him and the huge dog didn’t like bathing time. Since it wasn’t Percival who was supposed to get a washing now though it didn’t matter that he didn’t follow along and when Ezra had entered he just closed the door. That the dog however didn’t like either and he started to scratch on the door what led Glover to open again letting his dog enter the bathroom, closing the door behind him again.

Though the bathroom was the least luxurious one in the house it was still decent. It was spacious, bright, had a huge shower and a bathtub in the edge. There was even enough space for a white wooden bench next to the basin and it had a window. “That’s it. This is the bathroom you’ll use and you will do so regularly. I don’t tolerate a bad hygiene. If you don’t shower at least two times a day, in the morning and the evening or night I will have to punish you.” The blond let the other know looking serious when he said that. Hygiene was incredibly important to him and there was nothing worse than dirty and stinking people in his opinion. He had once convicted a police officer because he had locked away a captive for a few weeks without a shower and had brought that same stinking captive into his courtroom. Mind you, he had not been convicted for locking him into a tiny pitch black room for weeks but because he had insulted Glover and his court with that criminal’s stench. “Everything you need to wash yourself and keep a decent hygiene is here.” He told him opening a huge board that was filled with hygiene products. “You’ll use them!” he demanded and then let the door close again. “With the exception of the dog’s shampoo that is.” He added not wanting to give a confusing order and have the slave think he had to use that as well.

Having said that he placed himself onto the wooden bench and Percival jumped onto it sitting next to him. “You will have a shower now while I watch you as you clean yourself. I will examine your work afterwards and I hope for you that you are as clean as can be again then.” The judge said crossing his arms in front of his chest while he was sitting there. Percival was lying down and resting his head onto Glover’s thighs. He looked down at the dog with a warm expression before he patted his head and stroked through his short fur. “What are you waiting for?” he barked at the younger male expecting him to make a little show out of washing himself for him.

April 7, 2018

Ezra felt the others eyes on him as he crawled away, he felt embarrassed and a little silly for it but if it was an order he couldn’t obey it without worse repercussions. When he was offered the chance to sit he sighed softly, his body was sore from standing all day. This was completely different than his past home where he was held at such a nice light. He was able to sit with the family and enjoy lunch with his masters. Here…he was a slave. He gladly sat down relaxing a little bit as he seemed to stretch out his back. His neck and jaws hurt worse though from the intense using they had had only moments before.

The silence was deafening and he felt like the master was upset about something. His eyes roamed up to him seeing no ill will on his face as he ate. Maybe he was just reading too much into things. His attention was brought up to the other when he was addressed again and he stood taking the plate from the master. His attention moved to the dog, “Yes master.” He nodded and quickly walked off to do the others bidding. He quickly washed the plate and the silverware before grabbing the dogs food bowl which looked more luxurious than his own and put the remaining food into the bowl. It was at this moment his stomach protested and he sighed. He was starving, of course he was. His master didn’t feed him lunch because he assumed his new master would. Surprisingly he was treated like garbage and had fucked over his one chance of getting a meal today.

It was his own fault. He brought the food bowl back to the dog and smiled a little as he started to eat. When he was finished and licking the last remains in the bowl the slave picked it up and brought it back to its place. He walked back to his master and waited patiently for his next order. He could feel the want in his masters eyes, he was like a lion hunting its prey. The auburn haired slave shifted slightly under those eyes before the master started to speak. There was something…different about the way he was talking to him at the moment. He wasn’t cold, he wasn’t being mean but he wasn’t warm either. He wasn’t showing emotion. It was a step in a better direction if you asked Ezra.

As the judge started to walk away Ezra grabbed his discarded clothing and walked behind him his eyes taking in the hallway they were in. He hadn’t had a spare moment to look at the huge mansion that his master lived in. He still didn’t have a good chance as he quickly sped up to match the others long stride. When they got to the top of the stairs they walked past his small room down to the end of the hall where their was a beautiful door. He chuckled inwardly, this man treated his dog like a spoiled kid. It was sort of cute. The dog seemed to not like the spoiled treatment as they walked passed him, typical. He didn’t like baths. The slave entered the bathroom and looked around a light smile on his face.

Compared to his last home where the only bathroom they had was a washbasin this was heaven. There was a shower, a tub, and an actual sink. Sure it wasn’t the nicest bathroom in the mansion by far but it was the nicest Ezra had ever been in. It was a huge space and Ezra loved it. He sat his clothes on the edge of the bathtub his eyes looking back to his master. “Thank you master…I promise I’ll use it every day.” He smiled a little, more than happy to get to take a shower every day of his life. He needed no coaxing after the other sat down on the bench. He reached his hand into the shower turning the water on and sighing at the sound of it pattering against the tile. His eyes moved back to the hygiene products and he opened it grabbing the things he needed and would use. He put them into the shower with him, feeling the water and seeing if it was warm enough yet.

When it was he got in groaning softly from the warmth of the water hitting his skin. It was like heaven, he hadn’t taken a real shower in a long time. It was like the warm water was washing off years of dirt. The auburn haired man leaned his head back letting the water run over his head and face washing away the sort of bad day as well as the sperm that still coated his face. This was sort of like a happy place and he welcomed it. He had sort of forgotten that the judge was even in the room but when he remembered his eyes opened and he blinked a few times at his master who was eyeing him.

There didn’t need to be anything erotic about the way he washed himself, watching someone wash their body was sort of erotic on its own. He would be cleaning every part of himself top to bottom without missing anything. The shampoo was first, he grabbed it and put some in his hands before stretching his arms over his head and lathering it into his hair closing his eyes at the blissfulness of it. When he was finished their he rinsed it out feeling the soup slide down his body and down the drain.

He pulled the conditioner to him and put some in his hand before lathering that into his hair as well. It was all so surreal. He had never been able to enjoy a shower and even with the other watching him he felt that this was the perfect time in his life. He finished that up and rinsed it out, his hair feeling cleaner than it had been in years. He smiled lightly as the water ran over his body, loving the chance to be clean. His body was next and it would take the most time. He reached over to the hygiene products and grabbed the body soap, there wasn’t a sponge he could use so this would have to do. He put some in his hands lathering it up before rubbing it over his left shoulder and down his arm making sure it suds up perfectly. Soap ran down the front of his body sliding between the crevices of his hips and down his inner thighs and dripping off his balls into the drain. He cleaned under his armpits before sliding his hands down his chest, rubbing his fingers over his hard nipples as his eyes flashed to the master a moment. Again, he had sort of forgotten he was there but it was sort of fun teasing the master. He was so easy to read about his sexual wants even if he didn’t show anything through that mask. Plus, this was why he stayed to watch his shower right?

As his hands slid down the front of his body he arched his hips up sliding his hands down between his thighs rubbing his cock, getting it soapy too. He moaned gently, his cock still a little sensitive from its playtime earlier. His hands roamed into the pubic hair around it rubbing it and his balls making sure it was ultra clean before his hands roamed down his thighs. His hips turned slightly, his ass up in the air as he cleaned his legs. His entire body was practically covered in white but as he turned around placing a hand on the tiles of the wall he got his back and his ass cheeks soapy. He slid his fingers between his butt cheeks with a gentle sigh, feeling his muscles tighten a little as the masters eyes roamed over it. He ran a finger over the needy hole before sliding a finger inside of himself. Had to clean everything right? The master would be looking. Another finger was added and he moved them in and out a little before letting them pop out of his hole with an erotic slurping sound. He wiggled his ass playfully before moving his hands down his thighs and getting the last part of himself clean. He faced the shower head sliding his body under it letting the soap slide between his butt cheeks and over his body exposing skin that was almost a shade lighter than it was before. Dirt and grim had hung to his body, it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t smell but there was only so much you could do with a wash cloth and soap.

His hands made one more travel down his body as the water washed the soap from him before he turned the water off. He peered over to the master a moment before opening the shower and stepping out onto the tile floor. “Master…? I don’t mean to be forward but is there anything to dry off with?” he asked his brown eyes looking over to the other man with nothing but respect and warmth. He had no reason to hate the other but he felt his nipples harden from the chill of being without the water. Goosebumps traveled over his skin as he stood in the chill of the bathroom without the warmth of that water. Sure it wasn’t super cold but it was still pretty freezing. He also didn’t want to get the master wet as he was and he was dripping wet. Though, he was clean and he felt clean and that was a nice feeling. His hair was a few shades lighter and his skin felt cleaner than it had ever felt. Even his ass felt cleaner. He could get used to showering every morning and night without complaint.

April 8, 2018

Much to his surprise the slave, who honestly hadn’t looked as if he would shower properly regularly, seemed to be all for it, even thanking him and that was definitely a positive aspect as Fred hated dirty people. While he was sitting on the bench patting Percival’s head his eyes on the man who had just stepped into the shower he thought that he could see pure bliss on that short male’s face when the water was running over his nice body. With such an expression on his face he looked almost cute and right when this thought came up on his mind he tried everything to eradicate it again immediately. A slave could not be cute and it didn’t matter if they were happy or not, he told himself looking down at Percival for a moment because the dog had started to snore though he had already slept through most of dinner time. Then again he wasn’t the youngest dog anymore. Sure he wasn’t a senior just yet but he was not the young either.

As he turned his gaze back at his servant blue met brown and they looked each other in the eyes for a moment and somehow he got the feeling that Ezra didn’t even care that he was watching him clean himself. He wasn’t quite sure if he liked that or not because if he didn’t care, neither felt embarrassed, exposed or aroused by him watching then the purpose was going down the drain together with that shampoo that was running down the man’s attractive pale body.

The only thing that remained then was Glover enjoying the sight like some perverted voyeur who was turned on by watching people in intimate and compromising situations. Then again the blond was voyeuristic that kind of came along with and was connected to his kinks.

When the younger man had started to clean his body the judge’s eyes didn’t know what to follow, the way of the water and the soap running over his torso, tracing his muscles, running down his inner thighs and dripping from his balls or those hands that were busy with the armpits and then his chest. It was almost as if his cold blue eyes were rotating to not miss anything out. And though it was a slow process he could feel how he was slightly getting turned on again seeing those hands rub over those still erect nipples which the blond wanted to torture and to caress at the same time. He wanted to pinch them hard, pull them but he wanted to suck on them and lick them too and he felt how a mild heat was rising in him again and right in that moment the slave turned his gaze towards him again and he would have liked to know what he was thinking when their eyes met. It probably wasn’t anything positive, maybe he was making fun of him on his mind or just thought he was a major perv for watching him and for his sexual wants and longings and that made his expression turn dark and cold again. His eyes narrowed and he glared icy at the auburn haired, completely wet and covered in soap male.

Frederick got the feeling that it wouldn’t stay at that mild heat when he saw the other’s hand running down to his thighs rubbing his cock that was looking all slippery covered in that white foam from the soap. Hearing a moan from Ezra when he was washing his dick made the heat rise and blood shoot down into his own cock. It was arousing to watch the other clean that area, roaming through the auburn pubic hair before the man was bending over washing his legs what granted Glover a great view at his arse that was on perfect display. It only got hotter when the man was washing his arse cheeks and seeing those fingers rubbing over that lewd hole and he felt how his dick was hardening in his pants again when Ezra’s fingers slipped inside of his arse to clean there as well. Seeing that the slave wiggled his arse after he had let his finger’s plop out of his hole with an arousing sound made it obvious to him that the younger one enjoyed turning him on.

His eyes watched Ezra getting off the shower and he could see how the man’s skin and his nipples reacted to the colder breeze outside of the shower and without the warm water. The judge’s eyes were glued onto those nipples and the man’s dick that was about to hide as the other was apparently freezing easily when he heard the slave’s voice.

Fred turned his head up and looked into the auburn haired male’s eyes and what he was met with was respect, something that Glover was used to and that he demanded from those he interacted with and on the other hand warmth. The servant’s brown eyes looked at him warmly and it was making the blond uneasy and unable to hold the eye contact as he averted his cold blue eyes from the younger one when he spoke in a sarcastic tone:”No. You’ll stand there until you’re dry.” Shaking his head slightly and sighing he looked down at the sleeping dog. “Percival!” he said the animal’s name and the Doberman was jumping down from the bench immediately so that Frederick could stand up.

Walking over to the huge cupboard he opened it again and squatted down to get one of the towels that were lying at a lower shelf. He took one of the huge, clean, white towels with the name ‘Percival’ written on them in golden letters before he got up again and unfolded the towel. “It’s Percival’s I’ll order you some too but since then those will have to do.” He informed him in that indifferent tone when he walked over to the other man and wrapped the towel over his shoulders. While doing this Glover’s hands were just as gentle as when he had put the collar around the slave’s neck. His huge hands rested on the other’s shoulders for a moment and standing that close next to him he realised that the other smelt much better like soap and shampoo and that both his hair and his skin looked significantly lighter as well. “I thought you have worked for citizens before but judging from how dirty you’ve apparently been one could come to the conclusion that you were the servant of pigs before.” He spoke coldly making his discontent with unhygienic people clearly known before he went back to the bench and watched how Ezra was drying his now clean and even more handsome body.

He got up again as soon as the other had finished, ordered him to put the towel away and then told him to spread his legs and raise up his arms into the air so that he could see every place of his body. Glover was walking around him in a circle, his eyes running over the gorgeous younger man before he stepped forwards and touched his naked skin for the first time. His hand got a hold of Ezra’s cock and Fred was letting his fingers run over it, feeling the skin and the veins on it before he pulled back the man’s foreskin to look if he had cleaned himself decently. He found nothing to object there either so he went over to his backside. “Bend over!” he ordered and waited for the over to do so before his hand’s were spreading his arse cheeks for his finger’s to run over the man’s freshly cleaned hole spreading that open too and while he was checking and even touching the servant’s body he could feel his erection grow and his dick starting to throb. There was nothing he could complain about though, the auburn head was completely cleaned and had not left anything out.

Wordlessly he stopped with examining the man’s body; instead he went around him again until he stood right in front of him, ignoring the bulge in his own pants, telling the male that he could take his arms down again. Then his hand was reaching inside of a pocket of his and he pulled something out that he had taken with him from the cellar but that he had not given or rather put onto the slave just yet. What the judge was holding in his hand was a chastity belt and he was going to lock up Ezra’s cock in it. His lips twitched when they were forming that hint of a smirk and his eyes blinked up dangerously when his hand’s were gently putting it onto his perfectly clean servant, looking at his locked up dick in satisfaction. “This way you won’t be able to please yourself without my permission. You won’t be able to cum without my permission.” He said and was putting the key back into the pocket. “If you want release you’ll have to beg me for it.” The blond said taking the younger ones caged cock into his hand, teasing it a little.

“You will now go and polish the table in the dining hall and then you’re going to clean the kitchen. You can put your clothes on or you can do it like this, I don’t care. In the meantime I will take a shower myself and I expect you to be done cleaning when I will come down to see if you can clean or if they have sent me the most incompetent man they could have sent me.” He ordered clearly, his blue eyes still resting on the man’s locked up dick though.

April 8, 2018

Ezra felt the eyes on him like a hawk. His nipples seemed to get painfully hard as he let his eyes roam up to the masters wondering what he was going to say. When their eyes connected he dropped his own and peeked up hearing the other speak. Was that…sarcasm in his masters voice? Maybe this guy did have a personality after all. The slave wrapped his arms around his waist waiting patiently for the master to get down some towels. He peeked over watching where he got them from and nodded.

He was going to take the towel from his master but instead his master wrapped it around his shoulders as if he was a child. HE blushed a little looking up at the master as his hands gently placed the towel on him. He blinked a few times trying to understand it, this cold man was being gentle to him? Why? It didn’t make any sense. He felt a weight on his shoulders as the master kept his hands on his shoulders for a moment, they were standing closer than they had all evening. He felt like the air was thick and he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to understand this man, what he was thinking, why he did the things he did.

This feeling was all ruined when that cold voice found its way to his masters lips. His blush died and he looked away as if he had been slapped in the face. He started to dry his body when his master stopped touching him. He ran the towel over his legs first and then his torso before finishing up with his hair. He towel dried it and then put the towel on the counter his eyes roaming back to his master who was standing again and ordering him around again.

The slave did as he was told parting his legs and moving his arms away from his sides exposing himself to the master. It was a shock to Ezra to feel the others hand on his body. He shivered a little half from the cold and half from the feeling of his warm hands on his body. His hands were contradicting of everything this man said. He was cold and yet his hands were warm and gentle to him. He shifted uneasily feeling his cock touched pulling another shiver from him only for the man to leave his dick alone. He was blushing, yet this felt almost not sexual at all.

He bent over feeling the master part his butt cheeks and run a finger over his hole. It practically bulked at the attention, twitching against his fingers despite Ezra’s need for it to not. When the master seemed to find nothing wrong he stood back and he stood up his eyes looking up at the others as he put his arms. The slave tilted his head as he noticed the bulge in the others pants as he started to dig something out of his pocket.

A blush roamed to his cheeks as he realized exactly what it was. This guy was kinky. His eyes moved back up to the other and he nodded, “Yes Master.” He shifted forward letting the master put the chastity belt on him and then put the key away and grabbed his cock. Ezra whimpered softly and peered up at his master feeling like a small ant compared to him. “Yes master. I just…I know cleanliness is an important thing to you…how am I to clean myself properly with this on?” he asked softly his eyes looking down to his locked cock. The alien material against his sensitive cock was painful and he felt uncomfortable already. He could only imagine how it would be when he was rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. He could see himself begging this man to take it off, begging him to let him touch himself to release the pain in his balls. He didn’t have a problem with begging this man either, it was erotic and he was hot. It made it all the more better. “I don’t want to disappoint you sir…I don’t want to be dirty.” He blinked a few times his auburn eyes meeting with those blue ones only to feel Goosebumps travel over his body from the others intense glare.

He wanted to touch himself yes but it was more of, he wanted to clean himself so the master would touch him. He hadn’t touched him this entire time and when he finally had Ezra felt shivers run down his body. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to touch him if his body was disgusting so he wanted to keep himself clean, that way he wouldn’t be forced to be treated like garbage. Or worse, less than garbage. He wanted to be able to touch the master and eventually…let the master pound him into next week. If his slutty hole, as his master called it, wasn’t clean he doubted he would be getting anything. This man was all about keeping Ezra…well insecure and feeling less than what he was. He wasn’t going to please his slave unless Ezra practically begged for him to. It was degrading and awful but as he thought about it he realized he wouldn’t want it any other way.

April 9, 2018

Frederick looked at Ezra with considerably narrowed eyes and an observing look when the other questioned his doings in such a way and asked him to explain himself. Aside from that he really didn’t get what his problem seemed to be. He either wanted to find an excuse and talk the judge into taking off the chastity thing from his cock or he was scared and thought Fred would let him get as filthy as he had arrived again or would not consider his health and just let him rot with that thing on. Both he wouldn’t do of course. The blond wouldn’t let the slave wear this for eternity; he wouldn’t do permanent damage to the man’s body nor risk his health. Quite the opposite actually he would make sure he was fine. Yes he was kinky and sexually distorted but he was not irresponsible or dirty, he was not insane and though he was rough in bed and maybe would cause his servant a little pain in pleasuring sense as well he was not someone who was cruel in a way that he would like to violate people or cause actual harm to them.

His sharp, narrowed eyes lowered and he looked at the auburn haired man’s caged cock. And it really was in a cage and only his cock was. His arse and waist and thighs were all free. The water could definitely reach his dick through the bars that were wrapped around the flaccid dick. What this cage wouldn’t allow Ezra’s cock to do was grow and getting erect. Beside this he would not let him wear it for too long without granting it some freedom so he would take it off for the young man once in a while anyway. It rubbed him the wrong way that the other had dared to question him though and he raised his head, straightened himself and made himself even taller than he was looking down onto his servant as if he wanted the man to freeze under his gaze.

“I don’t owe you any kind of explanation slave! You have to obey what I say not to ask stupid questions.” He hissed sounding icy and displeased as he looked at the younger one dismissively.

No matter how much he disliked that this person of such a low status had been impudent enough to doubt his judgement there was one thing he thought that man should know, even though he didn’t really want to say it because he didn’t want that his slave knew that he actually cared about and took the man’s health into consideration. And he hated that since it sounded like being too nice to salve, to care about scum that had not deserved to be cared about. That whole conflict was really what a lot of Fred’s anger and hatred towards the servants had its roots in. All his life he had been told that he was the crown of evolution, the highest form amongst humans, a master and he had also learned that the slaves were the least worthy, the least evolved and the least pure and that they should be shown their place at the masters feed and that they weren’t like real people and that one shouldn’t get any kind of feelings as for fellow people for them. However Frederick had to figure out that he could feel attraction to them, desire them, not only that, that he could even built a connection through a physical way with them and it had been a shock and it had made him furious that he could feel attracted and appreciative about things the servants had to offer, that though he should despise them completely, they could make his dick hard and make him look at them with lust and arousal when he should look at them and their bodies in disgust. And this aggression about himself he often projected onto the servants feeling the need to let show that he did show them their place, that he did despise them and wasn’t really into them after all.

The blond was fighting with himself to bring himself to say what probably was important to say but then he opened his mouth and spoke the words as cold and indifferent as one could deliver such a message. “Be that as it may you have done a decent job and have obeyed my last orders to my satisfaction and in a burst of generosity I will grant you an answer as a reward.” Glover spoke his cold eyes staring the other down still. “The material is waterproof and rust-free. You can shower with it.” He informed him shortly and emotionlessly. “Beside that you should know and remember this as I am only telling you once: I have no intention to damage your body or risk your health or neglect your hygiene needs. You will never be as dirty as you have looked when you came into my mansion directly from this household that apparently only consisted out of pigs.” Frederick barked, indirectly giving the other the information that he was not thinking about leaving him with that chastity thing around his cock forever as that would not be good for his health and would give him the opportunity to wash himself without the cage around his manhood too.

When he had reassured the other his voice sounded again. “You will now go and do as I told you. Polish the table, clean the kitchen, I will check on you after I have had my shower.” The blond ordered before he left the bathroom with Percival letting naked Ezra with only a tiny, tight cage around his dick back in the room. The judge sighed deeply when he was taking his luxurious maroon dressing robe and clean pyjama trousers before he went into the bathroom that could only be reached through his bedroom, letting the door fall shut with a sigh in front of Percival’s nose but this time he didn’t open the door again when the dog scratched on it but started to undress in the huge bathroom with the golden basin and the ground, walls, ceiling and bathtub made out of dark marble, letting his erection spring free.

He turned on the water in the shower and waited patiently for it to get warm. As soon as it had gotten he stepped under it and let his muscles relax feeling the water massaging his back. Glover let his hand wander over his now wet muscles until he could feel that it was passing his pubic hair before his fingers touched the veiny heated rod that was his hard dick. The man let his hand close around it as he began to stroke his dick and making the ache go away and pleasure rise. And when he was alone in his bathroom where no one was seeing him, not even Percival, his face wasn’t empty, it showed reaction to what he was doing to himself.

April 9, 2018

Ezra almost immediately regretted asking the question. His eyes flicked away from his masters as he realized he was giving him a glare. When he finally spoke after what seemed like forever it was icy and cold and it made the other flinch lightly. He was no good at pleasing this man…all he ever did was get scolded. He looked up at him nodding. “Yes master…I’m sorry…” he spoke softly tightening his arms around his waist as he felt the man infront of him basically demote him back down to that stance he had when they first met. Ezra had been doing good, he had been pleasing his master most of the evening but with simple things he just couldn’t do it.

He felt disappointed in himself and he sort of thought he was lowly too. Maybe he wasn’t as smart as his citizens thought he was. Maybe he wasn’t as attractive as they said he was. Maybe he was less than that damn dog this man gave all his affection to. He didn’t know what was going through the others mind and his inward struggle but he did know that he was once again, angry with him. As if he couldn’t do anything but that. It was sickening to feel like he couldn’t do anything but be scolded.

When the other finally spoke again it was so cold and indifferent the words didn’t seem like a compliment at first. His eyes blinked a few times as he looked up at his master trying to understand what he had just said. It didn’t stop there, even though the other man was still cold and mean sounding he seemed to be telling Ezra that he had no intentions of putting his life in danger or damaging his health. He seemed to have no intentions of letting his body go unclean and he had no intentions of doing any lasting damage to it. The slave was sort of shocked for a moment, it had been the closest thing to emotions his master had given him and it was refreshing.

With his last order the master left the bathroom followed by the dog leaving the slave alone. He looked down at his cock a moment and poked it, it was so interesting. What a weird contraption…he would soon grow to hate it though. He walked to his room and quickly got dressed into his uniform before trotting downstairs. He grabbed the cleaning tools from the closet before he started to polish the table he had gotten so dirty and had to lick clean.

He blushed lightly, of course he would remember that. He peered down at his cock, the outline of his chastity cage was seen through his tight pants and he couldn’t help but blush harder. As if his bulge couldn’t get less obvious in these skin tight pants. A soft hum started to sound as he cleaned the table before he started to sing. He didn’t have very many talents but the man could sing. It was soft, not too loud, and no way the master could hear it unless he walked up on him. As he cleaned the rest of the table he danced a little to his song having fun with his job and being able to have a little bit of his own personality back without the masters constant cold stare.

When he finished the table he moved to the kitchen putting all the dishes in the sink. He put an apron around his waist and swayed his hips as he sang to himself, his arms elbow deep in water and soap as he cleaned the dishes. After cooking he had already wiped down all the counters and cleaned the pans he used to make dinner so all that was left was the plates his master ate from and the dogs bowl as well as the silverware. It was the last thing on his list that he had to get done before the master came back down stairs.

His voice was soft, and airy, full of happiness despite his situation. He had no reason to hate life, it could be worse. His master could beat him. He never liked other people listening to him sing, it was like his mask fell right off when he opened his mouth and melodies came out. If his master heard it would be as if he got to see the slaves heart…and something inside Ezra didn’t want the other to know that about him. He didn’t think it would be right…the master was so cold he wouldn’t appreciate it and he would most likely hate it. Telling him he was horrible and killing his confidence to even open his mouth. He already spoke so little compared to his old home. It was taking some getting used to, though, he didn’t need to talk.

The master didn’t say much other than to scold him so what was the point? When Ezra opened his mouth it was almost always met with scorn. It would be better if he was just a mute. He sighed softly his voice dying out as he dried the last plate. His throat was sore and he didn’t sound near as good as he usually did, the master had done a good job on him and his jaw was already getting sore.

April 10, 2018

Glover was feeling the heat rising within him and he started to pant as he was thrusting hard into his hand supporting himself with his arm on the marble walls. Being alone he had allowed his eyes to fall half-shut as he was stimulating his dick and bringing himself closer to his release. It was convenient that he could let himself go when he was on his own, that constant control and restrain to not give anyone a hint of what was going on inside him that he had put onto himself ever since he had been a teenager was something that was exhausting in a sense and he could fully focus on the feeling that was overtaking his body now without bothering. His dick lacked pre-cum and was pulsating in his hand that was holding it in a tight grip stroking it hard and fast by now. He moaned lowly when he was rubbing over the tip the pre-cum mixing with the water.

The moans were getting more regular and he brought his heart to race and he felt the growing need to ejaculate, to reach climax and was thrusting more frantically into his own hand until he felt his muscles constricting and tensing up, stroking even harder with more pressure and more speed until he came and shot a load of his cum onto the dark wall where the white viscous seeds where running down on the dark marble. The judge was still panting closing his eyes for a moment remaining leaned onto the wall, resting his head against the cold stone calming his breathe down.

After he had stood there for a while, letting the warm water run down his broad back he started to clean his body and his blond hair. Fred was feeling relieved having cum twice after such a long period of time not paying any attention to his sexual needs at all and he could see his stress level decrease now that he had a slave again whom he could play out some of his fantasies with.

He himself was incredibly hearty when it came to his own body and cleaning it and though he would never let someone watch he washed every last millimetre too, his cock that was getting some overstimulation from the water pelting onto the glans when he pulled the foreskin back after he had just climaxed as well as his hairy arse.

Drying his body didn’t take him much time what took some time though was the shit tone of stuff he smeared onto his skin and drying his hair with a blow-dryer though it was short and would have dried without any help in a short amount of time anyway. Frederick was vain though and his body looked like it. He didn’t shave off his body hair but it was trimmed in an orderly way.

When he had finally gotten dressed into the trousers and the dressing-robe he left the bathroom with his house shoes on. Percival was still sitting in front of the door and he was looking at his owner as if the man had betrayed him with not letting him enter the bathroom with him. That look Glover got from the dog two times a day though as he never let him enter the bathroom with him and the Doberman was soon back to normal again anyway when he followed Frederick down the stairs.

Walking through the dining hall he could see that the table was polished incredibly well in a way that made it possible for Glover to see his reflection on the plate. Apparently that guy could clean and had not just spent the days at his old owner’s house staring holes into the air after all. Followed by the paws of Percival he was walking towards the kitchen and he came to a halt when he heard the voice that belonged to Ezra sing a soft song. The man was getting closer but stopped in the door frame, leaning onto it while he watched the slave who didn’t notice him sing and move his body while washing the dishes. His blue eyes looked surprised and wide at the other as he listened to him sing. It sounded nice and he couldn’t deny that the slave had a beautiful voice though it was somewhat raw and throaty what had been Fred’s doing. He liked that sore sound though, he appreciated his whole singing and he couldn’t grasp why a slave sung and that someone who was supposed to not be a real person could sing that beautifully in the first place.

The judge liked music, he had always liked music and he couldn’t help but to think the absurd thought that if this voice belonged to someone else, a citizen or a master one would be able to buy record plates with his songs.

The man was just standing there for a while not making any sound as he thought that if the other knew that he was there he would stop singing and moving that authentically immediately. It was not only something he had seen servants do in his presence though, people at his work did to. As soon as they got aware that he was around they stiffened and changed not daring to be casual or to be themselves around him as they feared him to a degree though they made fun about him behind his back.

Fred himself didn’t sing, he couldn’t sing. And by that his singing voice wasn’t even what was meant, he didn’t even know how it sounded as he had never sung in the first place. He had never managed to bring himself to sing. Back in school he had only moved his lips to form the words to not get caught not participating but no singing sound had ever escaped him. There was something like a barrier that had always kept him from it. The man also didn’t dance. He had declined all women who had asked him to dance. The only one whom he had granted a dance was his mother back on the woman’s sixtieth birthday and what he had been doing couldn’t have been called dancing. His body had been tight and stiff and he had not been able to move it flowingly at all. He had looked like a tin soldier trying to move to a rhythm, unable to let his body go and relax, instead he had gotten more and more tense.

Having listened to him for a while he coughed and then stepped into the kitchen, walking closer to the younger and shorter man.

“You apparently know how to polish and clean, however you should work on increasing in speed.” He commented, looking into the other’s brown eyes, his voice considerable less cold than before though it didn’t transport any emotion either. The blond judge was walking over to a shelve that was filled with expensive wines and he took a bottle and opened it, pouring himself a glass of red wine that had the same colour than his maroon dressing-robe that revealed some of his pale skin and blond chest hair.

He leaned against the kitchen faucet sipping the wine while watching the auburn haired man washing the last parts of the dirty dishes. “Why have you stopped singing?” he asked. “Continue!” he demanded, looking at the figure in the tight panties that revealed the caged around the man’s cock.

At the time the dishes were ready Fred had gotten out another glass and had filled it with red wine, wordlessly pressing it into the slave’s hand some muscles on his face twitching before he leaned back again glancing at the slave from time to time but not keeping his eyes on him constantly. His face looked stern and in thought and that silence was taking over the room again and was only broken by Percival who had started to walk around in the kitchen, nose on the ground before trying to open the fridge.

“Percival!” Fred scolded and the dog got back down onto the ground and innocently looked into their direction waiting for them to turn their eyes from him again to try another time to get some of the meat in it. That was one of the things that the dog had always done not giving a damn about the consequences. Some things Fred had not gotten out of him, the animal had its own head after all.

April 10, 2018

Ezra was lost in his own thoughts as he sang to himself. He didn’t have anything to hate in life yet he felt a deep sadness welling inside of him. The only company he was going to be having was his master..who was cold and would never let him speak his mind. He treated him like dirt and he expected Ezra to bow to him. He felt tears sting at his eyes as his voice trembled just a little. He couldn’t cry! Not here. He shook his head trying not to think about it and quickly he was back to being his bubbly self. Something in him wanted to be this way with his master but he had a feeling that if he seemed like an actual person it would ruin his masters fantasy.

By now he was cleaning shit that didn’t need to be cleaned. He was washing dishes that hadn’t been used and although he knew he was on a time crunch he just didn’t care. It wasn’t like he hadn’t finished the task he just gave himself something else to do until the master came downstairs. He hadn’t heard the shower click off because of his voice and he hadn’t heard the master walk up to the kitchen followed by his dog. Something in the back of his mind made him feel like he was being watched but he hadn’t heard anything so didn’t think anything of it.

After a little while he stopped singing and only hummed to himself, his voice hurting from its overuse and his abused throat. When he heard the cough he jumped and almost dropped the glass he was cleaning. His brown eyes flashed behind him to the master his breathing a little uneven as he was scared half to death. The master was basically silent when he came in. “I’m sorry master…” he looked away and dried the glass he had been working on and drained the sink. He then washed his hands his eyes roaming back to the master.

He was dressed very casual and Ezra would be lying if he didn’t think he was attractive. The man was probably a top-tier human. The judge didn’t shave his body hair instead it was trimmed and laid on his chest in an orderly fashion. It almost made him want to run his hands through it but something told him the master was too stuck up to let a slave touch him that way. His eyes quickly flicked away when the other looked back up from pouring his wine. The slaves cheeks flushed as he heard the order his eyes roaming back to the other. “Master…?” he sighed softly but despite his hurting throat he sang for the man. He finished up putting away the dishes before he leaned against the counter his hands infront of him as he waited for the master to say something.

Instead the man had gotten another glass and poured him some wine sliding it into his hands. He blinked a few times up at the master before he smiled, “Thank you.” He nodded his head and sipped from the glass. The wine was better than any the slaves had been given back home. Of course someone of the judges stature wouldn’t be drinking something lesser than he was. He savored it feeling the others eyes flicking to him. The slave peered over to the other wondering what the man was thinking. He looked angry yet in thought as it grew silent in the room.

The wine was the first thing he had had to drink since he got here and before he knew it it was gone. He sat the glass down on the counter looking away from the master as he felt a little embarrassed by it. When he scolded the other jumped assuming he was getting in trouble only to find that the dog was disobeying. He chuckled softly and covered his mouth as the dog seemed to act like a child. As soon as the laugh left his lips he remembered that they weren’t friends having a drink together they were master and slave. He quickly let the smile fall from his lips and looked away. He hadn’t meant to let his mask break but it was just interesting the relationship his master had with this dog. It was cute…and in a way he thought that Glover would have been an amazing father.

There was no way he could be this cruel all the time. When he was alone…Ezra wondered what the judge thought about. If his lips curled up into a smile or even dropped into a frown. He wondered if he let emotions cross over his face. The slave hadn’t realized it but he was staring at the master trying to figure out something about him. He wondered if he let moans escape him when he was alone, if he kept everything bottled away to make himself superior. He wondered…how exhausted this man must be to always be someone he wasn’t. Ezra wanted to help him be himself but…every time he tried he felt he was going to be pushed away. Nothing was going to work with him and he wasn’t going to let a slave try and talk him into showing emotions.

April 11, 2018

He heard the slave chuckle when Percival tried to open the fridge and Fred kept him from doing so. The Doberman could open it, he needed some time but in the end he was able to. It had happened a few times already in his old home and the dog had caused a mess in the kitchen and had overeaten on top of that. The judge could see why some might find that amusing or cute but it was incredibly bothersome and annoying. Not only that it wasn’t good for the dog either. And the laughter would reassure Percival that he had done something good now because it drew a positive reaction from a human – the dog of course saw all humans as just humans and didn’t have knowledge about their society’s arbitrary hierarchy. “Don’t laugh. You’re encouraging him.” Glover hissed, putting his glass of wine away and then turned to Percival who had as soon as the judge had turned away for a second jumped up on the fridge again trying his luck another time. “No!” the blond man said this time not only in a scolding but also in a loud tone. The dog dropped to the ground again. “Get out!” he ordered the animal pointing into the direction of the door and the Doberman was laying his ears back, lowered his tail and walked out of the kitchen.

Frederick could feel the stares coming from Ezra and he wasn’t sure why he was looking at him that intensely, as if he was studying him and trying to figure him out. He had been stared at like this a lot but never had a servant looked at him like this. He sighed deeply and took his glass of wine back, his blue eyes gazing at the auburn haired man again. “When I am at work you’ll have to make sure that he is never in the kitchen alone. He is able to open it and if he opens it he eats most of what is in it and you will find the rest of the content of the fridge on the floor. It’s best to lock the kitchen door when you’re not in it as he can open that as well if it’s not locked.” The judge advised his new house slave trying to prevent that mess from happening again.

Taking another sip of his wine his blue eyes fell onto the empty glass in the hand of the slave and he stared at it as if it was a riddle.

“That’s not water.” He reminded, his eyes critical, his face not making any expression. Something crossed his mind suddenly. Had that man not drunken anything the whole day? Had he not poured himself some water while he was working in the kitchen? Was he that terrified of him? Did he think he was trying to dehydrate him? “You do know that you can drink some water all the time don’t you?” he asked his tone showing that this was self-evidently and that it was dumb of him that he had not just drunken some water.

The judge was pouring some more wine into the servant’s glass, before he cleared the rest of his own and walked over to the shelf again to take another bottle that was still closed. He took both bottles and his empty glass into his hand and then stepped towards the exit of the kitchen.

“You’re dismissed for today. I expect you to wake me up at 5:30am with breakfast ready tomorrow.” He said indifferently and then added.

“But before you go up to your room again you will make yourself a tea with honey, that’s an order.” Fred ordered the younger one before he left the room. Percival was lying in front of the fireplace in the dining hall and Glover only needed to look at him and move his head for the dog to know to follow him upstairs.

His bedroom was spacious and luxurious, the furniture was made out of mahogany wood and red marble and his bed was gigantic though he always lay in it alone. Or he wanted to lay in it alone but Percival always jumped up onto it when he had fallen asleep and every morning he scolded the dog because he didn’t want him and his hairs in his bed but the animal apparently thought sleeping next to his owner on the cosy bed was totally worth being scolded.

Frederick placed both of the bottles as well as the glass onto the bedside cabinet, took off the house shoes and was sitting down on the bed, his back against the backrest and his legs stretched out. The blond man poured himself another glass of wine and turned on the TV while Percival was still lying in his dog bed next to the real bed just waiting for his opportunity to jump onto Fred’s bed and lay down there again. As every night before he would lay himself to sleep he was watching the news channel. It was more like the party’s propaganda channel really as the media was controlled by the government completely. Nothing they didn’t want on there would ever be seen there. His blue eyes looked into the black and white face of one of their ministers and he was listening to him closely getting amused. Glover knew too much and was too close to the system with his parents being big fishes in the party to believe any of that but he found it hilarious how they tried to fool the masses and he found it even funnier in a sad way that the people bought it.

Maybe the actual sad thing was that he spent his free nights, the only hours in which he didn’t have to work, with drinking and making fun of their authoritarian government’s propaganda channel. Then again, sometimes he saw his parents on it whom he didn’t visit outside the holiday season because the visits made that heavy feeling that was already constantly nagging on him even heavier and worse and he hated the questions about his life and that his mother had apparently nothing else to talk and complain about than that he was single at his age, didn’t have a wife and no children and then claimed being allergic to Percival even though everyone knew she was not. The blond man also had no interest in his mother trying to set him up afterwards and going on dates with women she pushed him onto always in a manner that made it impossible to him to say no because the women were already in front of his door when he got informed that he had ‘a date’ so he would go and disappoint them in the end anyway. So he’d rather see his parents and get informed about what they were doing through the propaganda channel than meeting them in person and putting up with that.

After almost three hours of watching TV and having emptied the bottles of wine he ridded himself off of the dressing-robe which he put back at its place and was lying down, the TV still blabbering while he was drifting off into dreamland. And as soon as his owner was starting to snore Percival got up, walked around the bed, jumped up on the free side, messed up the spare blanket and pillow completely and curled up into it and slept too.

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