The Lion’s Den [Shisu-Chan00&Hideki](Private)

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra felt bad after he had laughed but he hadn’t been laughing at the dog. He had been laughing at his master. For someone who had no emotions he for sure showed annoyance and frustration well. He closed his eyes as he heard the other scold the dog in a rather loud tone as Percival dropped to the ground and looked like he had just been beaten. He left the kitchen with his ears tucked and his tail behind him. Ezra couldn’t help his brown eyes from looking over his master.

 

When the other sighed he blinked a few times and looked away from him, embarrassed about it. “Yes sir.” He nodded and leaned against the counter as he sighed softly. Of course the dog would be able to get in he was huge compared to most dogs and would be able to open the kitchen door. Ezra would need to remember that in the hopes that he wouldn’t be causing him any trouble. He made a mental note to not forget to lock the kitchen after him when he left it. His eyes blinked over to the master and chuckled softly, “I’m sorry master…I assumed you had strict rules on things like this…” he looked away and nodded a little.

 

They seemed to be more casual now. The master didn’t seem so stressed out and Ezra felt he could breathe without feeling like he was going to suffocate around him. He knew he shouldn’t have thought otherwise but he had been so busy he hadn’t had a moment to himself. He hadn’t poured himself a glass of water and he hadn’t eaten. At that thought his stomach grumbled and he held it before blushing and smiling to the master. He wasn’t expecting himself to be dismissed and he sighed softly when the weight of having to be a slave just lifted off his shoulders.

 

The comment about tea made him a little confused and then he remembered his throat and smiled a little to himself. Maybe the master wasn’t so awful after all? “Goodnight sir.” He called after him as he turned the glass of wine in his fingers. He peered at its blood red color and sighed softly leaning his arms onto the counter before taking a drink of it. He didn’t want to waste it and so he finished it before grabbing a mug from the cabinets and started to make himself some tea. It was strange but even now he wondered what the master was thinking. Who he was behind that mask of his and he wondered just how far he could claw his way into that mask.

 

After one day of being with his master it was apparent that he was a strict man and he was a man of little emotion. Even during sexual encounters he rarely let that mask slip. His fingers stirred a spoon in the mug as he turned the light off in the kitchen and roamed back up to his room. Ezra couldn’t help but pause at the top of the stairs, his eyes looking down the hall to the masters room hearing the soft sound of a television newscast. He paused only for a moment before turning and going down to his room opening the door and closing it behind him. The master needed to wake at 5:30 in the morning meaning he would need to be up by 3 to have plenty of time to get himself ready and dinner. He sighed softly setting the mug on the floor beside his bed before striping down. He opened his suit case and pulled out a pair of pajamas and put those on before crawling into bed.

 

He drank his tea in silence, hearing the soft murmur from the masters room in the relatively quiet house. Tears started to form in his eyes and he missed the company of others in his bed. He never slept alone, he almost always had another slave in his bed with him and now he felt more alone than ever. The master and him hadn’t really had a conversation so he had been silent most of the day. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he took the last drink from the mug and sat it down next to his bed. He then curled up onto his side wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. He had always wanted to get here, to be in a masters house and serve them. However, at this moment he missed his civilian family. He missed the good people that raised him and he missed the slave mother he had had. He would never see her again and he would never get to be with those people ever again. He was forever, unless he messed up or died, belonging to this man and he would have to get used to it.

 

Ezra cried himself to sleep and before long it was morning. When his eyes opened he felt like it had been just moments since he closed them. He blinked a few times rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He hopped out of bed grabbing his uniform before leaving his room and heading down to the bathroom. His eyes peered up at a clock seeing his body had woken him up at 3:30. Normally he had to wake at 4 at his other home so he could get his body up a little earlier if need be. The slave quickly got to work cleaning himself and letting the water roam over his body. It was heaven however, he didn’t have the time to bask in the niceness of it this time.

 

He quickly turned the water off and hopped out drying off his body and putting on his uniform. He ruffled his hair and fixed it so it would be presentable before grabbing his clothes and used towel and heading back to his room. He put his clothes back in there and then carried the towel down to the laundry room putting it in the washer. He then made his way to the kitchen flipping on lights as he went, humming a soft little melody. He assumed he wouldn’t be eating anytime soon so he quickly got to work on breakfast for his master. He poured himself a glass of water this time and drank it as he cooked reading the ingredient list for this mornings meal.

 

When he had finished he put it under a cover and checked the clock. It was 5:10 meaning he was doing great on time. He set the table for his master and started brewing coffee for the master. He didn’t know if he drank coffee but there was a coffee pot so he assumed this was a normal part of his morning. Of course, he didn’t know how he liked his coffee so he would have to ask the master himself once he woke him up. At 5:25 Ezra found himself roaming up the stairs slowly letting his fingers dance on the banister enjoying the richness of it all. The home was beautiful even if it was too big for his liking.

 

By the time he was knocking on the masters bedroom door it was 5:30, “Master? Breakfast is ready.” He spoke cracking the door a little bit and peering in. The masters room was incredibly clean and beautiful. Everything had dark red accents to it and the wood of his room was like rich mahogany. He gasped softly at the sheer beauty of it his eyes roaming over the huge ass bed his master laid in. Only, the dog was layin on the other side as the master laid curled to one half of the bed. He wondered if he had ever shared a bed with anyone in his life…seeing how he picked on side of the bed only. Ezra didn’t know and he knocked a little louder, “Master.” He called into the room making sure the other was getting up.

 

He didn’t want to invade his room seeing how clean the master liked to be. He figured if he walked in waking him up that way the master would be infuriated that he had even dared enter his living space. He just called from the door, the smell of breakfast wafting up from the kitchen as well as the smell of fresh coffee. It smelled like a home that was lived in and all it needed was a little music to make the place a little nicer. Though…the master would most likely not like that if he played music without his want.

[-Hideki-]

Fred’s often abstract and tumultuous dreams had gotten another aspect to them again but they weren’t any less dark and absurd than they usually were just that his subconscious was busy with one other subject that mixed into the paranoid and warping darkness of his dreams and that subject was Ezra and the man’s body, his sexual emanation and the judge’s desires of the slaves body and his kinky cravings.

 

He was so deep in his sleep, what was also an effect of him drinking alcohol before he laid himself to rest, that he didn’t hear the knocking on the door and the soft voice of the slave. His former slave had had to shake him in the end to wake him up when his overworked body had tried to catch on some sleep that it was yearning for but that was never granted to it.

The man was just snoring and groaning in his sleep, his blond hair messy from turning on the pillow. But while his owner didn’t realise anything Percival’s nose was activated by the smell of the coffee and bacon coming down from the kitchen and his ear heard every tiny noise and the dog raised his head seeing the servant standing at the door peeking inside what led the dog to bark into his direction before he scratched on Glover’s naked back and then licked his face happily and enthusiastic to get up and have breakfast as Percival loved mornings.

 

It was nearly impossible to not show a reaction to being woken up like that and Frederick grimaced displeased trying to cover his face and shoving away the dog’s head from his own. “Stupid dog.” He mumbled still half asleep shoving the Doberman away again grumbling that he shall get off and the dog was jumping from the bed, wagging its tail, walking to the door and then looking up into Ezra’s face because the slave was impudent enough to block him the way down to the food. Hadn’t the dog barked at the servant Fred would have fallen back asleep immediately as his eyelids were incredibly heavy and his back just felt way too good and too comfortable on the soft mattress to leave the bed. His body craved sleep and the blond had his trouble to get out of bed. It had not always been like this but he wasn’t in his twenties anymore after all.

 

Forcing himself to get up he rolled out of his bed, his eyes still half closed he left his bed automatically heading into the direction of the bathroom, just to pause at the door, turning his head towards the slave. “Where is my breakfast? I told you that I have breakfast in bed when you arrived yesterday.” He scolded harshly, his voice sounding raucous and even deeper in the morning after he had just woken up. “When I get out of the bathroom, I want my breakfast up here or I’ll punish you for incompetence and not listening adequately.” He added coldly, closing his blue eyes again walking to the bathroom like some kind of zombie.

 

Every frigging morning his bladder felt like it was close to bursting what was probably thanks to the amount of booze he drank before sleeping but the real pain in the arse was that he had to open his eyes to aim at the toilette correctly. He felt like dozing off again while he was standing there pissing and he widened his eyes and leaned his head into his back to prevent that from happening. As soon as he was done the blue eyes with the dark rings around them fell shut again and he washed his hands with closed eyes before he held his face under icy water as it was the only chance for him to keep his eyes open and to not fall asleep again as soon as his arse would hit the bed to eat breakfast.

 

When the water had forced him out of his semi-sleeping state he realised that the slave probably had some trouble with Percival right now trying to get the food up to him. He just hoped that his breakfast would arrive at his room because otherwise it would really rub him the wrong way. Glover was a morning grouch, he hated mornings and before he had had breakfast and had taken his shower one should rather avoid any bad news. The blond brushed his teeth as he couldn’t stand how his mouth felt and smelled when he woke up and after he had taken care of his dental hygiene, he walked back into the direction of his bed. Feeling more like he wanted another round of sleep than food but he knew he couldn’t get that sleep. He had an important case that morning and he needed to be awake and concentrated.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra was about to head into the room when the dog lifted his head and barked at him slightly. The dog then turned his attention to his owner and scratched the others broad back. He smiled a little as he jumped down and looked like he wanted to head down the stairs. Ezra had made sure to lock the kitchen and when he watched the other man get up and head to the bathroom he couldn’t help but enjoy the site of him. Though, just like he couldn’t do anything right he was scolded first thing. He blinked a few times, the master hadn’t said breakfast in bed only that he would need to have breakfast ready. He sighed a little and pat the dogs head lightly as he turned and left the room.

 

He roamed back down to the kitchen the K-9 close on his heels hoping to get a taste of something, anything. When he got to the kitchen he opened it just enough for his small body to slide through the crack and then he closed the door locking it behind him so the dog couldn’t get in. He was slightly afraid that the dog wouldn’t listen to him having not been his actual owner. He grabbed the tray of food and left the kitchen having a small trouble closing it behind him and locking it with a hand full of food.

 

He found his way back up the stairs with the dog trying his hardest to get some of the food and blocking Ezra’s path up the stairs some. Next day he would be better, he wasn’t incompetent…he was smart. He just didn’t know. There was a learning curve just like with anything new and his new master apparently didn’t care for this. As he sat the trey on the bedside table hearing the water running in the bathroom he wondered if his master would give him a break for just a moment or if their relationship was going to be this awful the entire time.

 

When the master came back out he peered up at him, “Master? You didn’t have listed what you like to drink with your breakfast…I’ve brewed coffee but I didn’t know how you liked it.” He asked softly his hands clasping behind his back as he stood uncomfortably in the mans room. He didn’t say anything else getting a feeling that his master wasn’t really a morning person. He had brought a mug of coffee up along with sweetener and creamer just depending on how the man wanted it. He didn’t think the Judge would take his coffee anything but black and he wondered if he was sweet inside or just cold.

 

His eyes roamed back to the door wondering where the dog had gone. The door was locked from the kitchen for sure so he wondered if he needed to be let out or not. He actually hadn’t seen his master let the dog out recently and he wondered if the dog had his own doggy door or not. His attention was brought back to his master hoping that he wasn’t upset with him for questioning him once more. It was just so he could serve him better, not to be disrespectful but just so he knew how to please his master better.

[-Hideki-]

As he was dragging his body out of the bathroom he was asking himself whether he should have repeated what he had said back in Ezra’s room when he had given him the clothes another time when he had given the order in the kitchen before dismissing him. Maybe then the guy would have done it right and he wouldn’t have to worry about his breakfast landing on the floor for Percival to eat now. The concern that his morning would become even worse than mornings always were got obsolete when he smelled bacon, eggs and coffee in his room and his eyes went to the food on the bedside cabinet while he headed to his bed.

 

Glover’s hair was wet from the cold water that had run into it when the man had held his face under the flowing water and he still only wore his pyjama trousers when he was about to let himself fall onto the bed again to sit down and eat. However he turned his expressionless face towards the slave when the younger one talked regarding the coffee and that he had not written down what he drank in the morning. “Black.” He answered the question how he liked the coffee when his blue eyes spotted cream and sugar on the tray that wouldn’t have even been necessary. “I only ever drink black coffee or earl grey tea in the morning. It’s nothing difficult enough to write it down, so I don’t.” He stated sitting down and leaning his back against the backrest.

Sure the auburn haired couldn’t have known what he drank in the morning but for his former slave that had been clear so he had never written it onto the food plan anymore and the blond had simply forgotten to tell the other as he had not needed to comment on what he drank along the meals since years now. “Now get over here and place the tray correctly.” The half-naked guy who had pulled the blanket over his legs and his lap so that the tray could be placed onto the blanket demanded. It was nothing too important for him, he could have easily taken the tray himself but he wanted to see how the other would respond to having to wait on Fred’s hand and foot.

 

When he finally could start eating he ordered the slave to sit on the ground next to his bed and then he paid attention to the TV again pretending to ignore Ezra while he was having breakfast though his blue eyes peeked to the side at the handsome man from time to time, seeing him wearing the tight clothing he had given him and the silhouette of that chastity cage the man’s cock was still trapped in and had it not been morning it had lit a flame in him, however, it still was enough to derail his mind from the television as he was thinking about having the other waking him up in heat and begging him on his hands and knees to open it and touch him as he couldn’t bear it anymore. That would have even gotten him to wake up voluntarily but it had not been this way. The servant had for whatever reason not done a good job with waking him up because the only one he had been able to wake up had been Percival and the dog had forced Frederick out of his sleep by licking his face.

“You will have to be more eager in your attempt to wake me up. I don’t want Percival to do it, I told you to wake me up.” He said eyes on the TV not looking at the man.

 

Speaking of the devil the Doberman came running into his owner’s room and the blond could smell and see that the animal had been in the garden. Not only that he apparently had digged a thousand holes and had rolled himself in the mud. Happily he was about to jump on the bed as dirty as he was but Fred ordered him to stop right there immediately and the dog obeyed and looked at his owner and then down to the slave who sat on the floor beside the bed, between Fred’s bed and Percival’s dog bed he originally was supposed to sleep in.

The animal smelled at the auburn haired for a while, being extremely close, before giving his face a lick and wagging his tail waiting for either Glover or the younger one to do something, to play with him and give him food. Fred sighed as he was giving the dog the leftovers of his eggy when he looked down to the servant drinking his coffee. “Do you know how to bath a dog?” he wanted to know as he himself didn’t have the time to clean Percival before work but he didn’t want to have his whole house completely dirty thanks to the mud. It must have rained during the night and the Doberman just loved mud puddles, especially rolling himself into them.

 

After he had left Ezra with the tasks of bathing Percival, getting his clothes out so that Glover could step right into them when he came out of the bathroom, getting the dishes out of his bedroom and changing the bed-sheets as he liked to have clean bed-sheets and towels everyday he disappeared under the shower again, feeling much better and less like hating everything and wanting to go back to sleep when he was refreshed and not feeling sweaty anymore. When he was shaving his face and then drying his hair he was standing in front of the mirror naked, holding the blow-dryer into it before styling it so that not strand would look disorderly or out of place. When he was ready and every last lotion smeared onto his body and he was dragging a cloud out of deodorant and perfume behind himself he wrapped a towel around his waist hoping that the young man had followed his instructions correctly and had laid the right clothes out for him.

 

The man had seemingly gotten it right as he found all clothing neatly placed where he had told him to place them, the dirty dishes including the empty wine bottles were gone as well but the bed-sheets were still dirty and not changed. Was that guy too stupid to find them? He had clearly told him where they were. He shook his head and dropped the towel, grabbing his boxers about to put them on when the door opened and his cold blue gaze directly met the warm brown eyes of the auburn haired slave who was standing in the room apparently having found the clean bed sheets.

[Shisu-Chan00]

When the judge came back out from the bathroom his hair was slightly damp and a few water droplets hung at the tips of his hair. Ezra watched as he other moved to lay down in his bed, finally answering his question about the coffee. He smiled a little and nodded grabbing the tray in his hands about to move it over to the bed when the master asked him to hand it to him.

 

He leaned over the master setting the tray on his lap before sitting down on the floor like he was told. He leaned his arms behind him so his stomach was stretched out exposing his crisscrossed legs and his caged cock that pressed uncomfortably so against his uniform. The tv was on and his eyes roamed over to it, almost as if by basic human nature. It didn’t seem like anything he recognized and it wasn’t near as entertaining as the masters eyes on him. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up and he shivered a little but slightly from the cold and wearing such little clothing. He sort of liked the masters eyes on his body and he didn’t feel so much like an animal being desired by him.

 

When he was addressed again it was to once more be scolded. “Yes…master. I wasn’t aware your room was open for me other than to clean.” He spoke softly and nodded. “I will do better next time.” He heard the door open and the dog running into the room instantly smelling dirt and he realized the dog was covered in mud. He sighed softly knowing all too well mud was tracked into the house and he would be cleaning all day. When the soft wet nose brushed t his cheek he smiled a little and laughed softly when he was licked in the face. He scratched behind the dogs ear hearing the master speak to him, “Yes. I can bathe him master.” He nodded gently and stood stretching out his back. “I’ll get to it. That way he doesn’t dirty up the house.” He bowed and rushed to the dogs and his own bathroom to quickly get to washing him.

 

He turned on the water and practically had to pick up the giant dog in order for him to get into the tub. Not liking baths was a problem but they worked together to get it done. As he was drying the dog with one of those big white towels he sighed, “Percival? Tell me who the master really is behind that mask of his…” He ruffled the dogs head gently. “Does he drop it for you?” He asked seeing the dog peer up at him before going off about his business now that he was clean and dry. The slave sighed and put the used towel away before washing his hands and heading back to the masters room.

 

He got to work laying out the clothes before grabbing the dishes and heading downstairs. He quickly washed them all, put away the empty wine bottles, and dried the dishes before heading into the laundry room looking for clean sheets. He had a feeling he was taking longer than necessary and the master was probably already out of the shower. As he grabbed the new sheets and rushed up the stairs he was panting lightly when he opened the door, not having expected the master to be out just yet and his eyes instantly connected with the masters as he moved into the room. He stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes, unconsciously shifted down taking in the sight of the other man.

 

He almost instantly regretted it and blushed hard turning his face away. “I’m sorry master I hadn’t expected you to be out so soon.” He moved to leave the room. “I’ll let you finish getting dressed.” He was about to leave, sheets in hand, hoping the master would let him go in his embarrassment and finish getting dressed. He was hoping that the master would finish, invite him back in to quickly change the sheets and then go to work that way he wouldn’t have to see him again till lunch. Knowing his luck however, the master would want to exploit his embarrassment of seeing him naked. Then again, the judge didn’t seem at all embarrassed and almost seemed like he was proud of who he was. Everything about him was perfect from the finely trimmed chest hair to the tip of his cock.

 

A thicker blush covered his cheeks hoping the master wouldn’t call him back into the room. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to not take his eyes off the master. He was so…beautiful yet masculine at the same time. He wanted to enjoy his beauty yet he felt like his slave eyes wouldn’t be allowed that luxury. He wasn’t even allowed to see his master’s pleasure face for he hid it under a mask of everyday use. He hoped one day he would be able to break into that ice cold heart of his and make him see that life isn’t always full of frowns.

[-Hideki-]

The slave stared at him almost shocked and he could see how the younger one’s eyes were wandering over his body, travelling down eyeing his cock. Fred wouldn’t say that he was happy about the other walking in on him changing but he wasn’t embarrassed or bother by that either. The blond man was confident with how he looked and many doctors had complemented him on his features during his life so he wouldn’t ever feel shame about his body, he knew that he was an attractive man and that his physique was desired and there had been plenty women along the way who had wanted something from him regardless of his introverted being and cold attitude, all of which he had turned down.

 

It was Ezra who blushed and got all embarrassed looking at him when he apologised for running in on him like this.

That half successful smirk appeared on his face again as his blue eyes looked at the slave who excused himself and was about to leave the room again. But Glover didn’t want him to leave the room as that situation could lead to something interesting or so he thought at least, or wanted.

 

“Where are you going?” he asked coldly, his back straightened making himself even taller and impressive looking, though the fact that he gesticulated with his boxers in hand decreased the level of how authoritative he looked but he didn’t realise that he was still holding in that moment. “I ordered you to make the bed.” The blond demanded nodding into the direction of the bed, his blue eyes fixated at the servant’s back not moving anywhere else as he waited for the other to obey. Maybe he would disobey but would it be worth it for him to disobey him and make Frederick punish him? The judge assumed that wouldn’t be the case but he couldn’t know.

 

He placed the boxers back to the other clothes and moved over to the other armchair that was standing in the room, sitting down on it like a king on his throne, placing his ankle onto his knee in his nakedness, his eyes piercing through the back of the other still, interlocking the fingers of his hands examining the auburn haired closely as he got into the mood to play with him some. Unfortunately he couldn’t fool around with the servant for all too long but he hadn’t taken as long as usual to finish his breakfast hence there was some spare time left that he would use for wherever that would lead, wanting the other to turn around so that he could look into that embarrassed face of the younger one whose desire to look at Frederick’s body was obvious but who was embarrassed at the same time.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra stammered a little as he was called back into the room. “Yes master…” He spoke softly before he turned, his blushing face appearing in the door as he opened it once more. Of course his master had asked him to do the one thing he hoped he wouldn't have asked for. The slave didn't want to have to be with the man who seemed to get a kick out of his blushing face. He just...thought it was weird to watch someone change. Then again he was never around someone who also wanted to sleep with him or touch him like the Judge did. He couldn't really be comparing him to his old masters because he was far from it. He glanced across the room his eyes taking in the sight of the man once more before pausing and closing the door behind him. He knew he had a job to do and it was however the master wanted it to happen. It wasn’t like he could disobey the master and ask him to wear something.

 

When he turned around the master was setting his boxers back down onto his clothing seeming to not mind being naked and rather enjoying the others embarrassment. It was so unlike his other masters who almost never were indecent around him. This was very highly against every rule he knew and yet the judge made himself comfortable in his nakedness in a chair. He could feel the others cold eyes on his body as he moved from the door and headed to the bed. He sat the clean sheets on the bedside table before stripping the bed down and putting the dirty sheets on the floor.

 

He started to put the fitted sheet on the bed feeling like he was being eyeballed like a piece of meat. “Master…? Don’t you have to work soon…?” he asked softly his eyes flashing up and connecting with the others eyes before he darted them back down to his task quickly getting the fitted sheet on. He then grabbed the other sheet and put it over the bed, stretching his body across the bed to pull the other half of the sheet up onto the huge bed. He was too short to be able to stand and do it so instead his body was sprawled out over the bed for a moment as he got the sheets on there.

 

He made himself busy putting the last blanket on making sure it was nicely and neatly tucked into the bed. He put the pillows back on the bed and peered up at the master. He had been stealing little glances the entire time he had been making the bed, wondering why the master was wasting time with him when he could be working. He didn’t want to assume that the master enjoyed his company…let along that he was more than interested in talking to him. He couldn’t help but feel those eyes undressing him as he moved and he felt his body grow a little hot at it.

 

It did seem like the master had finished his breakfast early. Maybe he didn’t have to get to work just yet and so he was enjoying some down time before working hard on something like that. When he finished fixing the bed he moved a little folding the dirty sheets so they were easier to take down to the laundry room. “Sir…? Anything else you would like me to do?” he asked softly brushing a wrinkle out of the sheets that he hadn’t noticed till just now. It also, forced him to keep his mind busy rather than looking at his naked master. The man was far too confident and had no trouble sitting in all his naked glory infront of the slave.

[-Hideki-]

The hesitation and the unwillingness to get back into the bedroom and be confronted with Glover’s naked hairy arse again was incredibly obvious in the slave’s behaviour and made the judge enjoy to order the man back into that situation all the more. It took a while until the servant who had at first stuck his head back in – maybe he had wanted to check whether the ‘danger’ had passed and Fred had put back on some clothing – until he entered slowly regardless of the blond still being completely unclothed. After the door had finally closed behind them he felt those brown eyes of Ezra on his body again and his blue gaze looked into the flustered and blushed face of the younger male who was visibly uncomfortable.

 

When he had put his boxers away and had placed himself on his ‘throne’ he thought that he could make out that it baffled the other how he was comfortably sitting there like this in the nudes. His eyes stared closely at the auburn haired male and finally he started to move into the direction of the bed - he had wasted enough time with standing by the door after all – and was starting to give his bed clean sheets after he had ridded it off of the old ones, if they could even be called that as they had been from the day before. Fred was relaxing there watching the man work and how his body moved, his muscles flexed and stretched, until Ezra’s voice sounded and threw him out of his focus on the man’s attractive physique and his appreciation of the male form.

 

His cold eyes narrowed when the other asked him if he didn’t have to work soon. What did he think he was? To ask him like this in the hope to get rid of him and out of that situation? To suggest that Fred wouldn’t know when he had to go to work?

“In all those years of work, I have never been late, not once. It is safe to assume that I can do maths and know when I have to leave for work on my own, I don’t need you to remind me slave. The arrogance of yours to think that I could possibly forget work because of you is telling me that you apparently have not been shown your place properly in the past.” He hissed displeased. “It seems like someone needs to learn how to respect his master properly.” The blond male spoke, his expression as dark as emotionless.

It angered him that his servant implied this by reminding him of his work, by asking him of his work. What did he think? That Glover desired him that much? His interlocked fingers clenched into his hands and he wanted nothing more than to humiliate that bloody slave for this. How could he? How could he read him like that? Deep inside he knew that his desire was real and he also knew that he enjoyed looking at him, that he had been drifting off while watching this body which attracted him a lot and that was what infuriated him the most.

 

Frederick tried to calm the inner turmoil down, to be able to relax just like before but though there was clear desire flashing up in his eyes again when he saw that body sprawling over the bad, when the slave was hushing up his peeks at the blond judge’s nakedness but that heavy feeling and the sting of guilt had mixed into it making it much less enjoyable as there was this nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that he was not supposed to desire someone as low that genuinely, that he shouldn’t feel attraction to that person who was lesser than him and it made him tense again, as he was most of the time.

The tension came with the caution and the restrain and the distance he forced upon himself, letting no one close so that no one could know about him and throw him from his throne into the dirt of the labour camp. The labour camp was his nightmare, a threat constantly flying over his head and he knew that if he were to end up there and somehow survived his work he would be degraded to a citizen after he had served the punishment. The only ones who couldn’t be degraded any further after the punishment were the slaves, because there was nothing lower in their society anyway.

 

It was once more the other’s voice that made him focus on something else again. This time it was nothing that Fred found impudent but something the slave was supposed to ask him, something that was wanted, hence his expression went back from dark to indifferent again, what was as appreciative as it got with the judge. For a moment Glover just stared at the other up and down, his eyes checking him out as if the young male was a piece of cake and the judge was asking himself whether he should eat him up now or not. The man changed his position and got his ankle down from his knee, sitting on the armchair with his legs wide apart now, his cock on perfect display this way, placing his arms on the armrest, his blue eyes blinking mischievously. “Undress!” he ordered. “Then slowly walk over here and kneel down in front of me.” The blond demanded, holding his head high looking at the other, waiting for him to obey his order so that he could take in his naked sight and then show him where his place was, on his knees to his master’s feet.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra winced a little as he heard the master had taken his question very very wrong. Of course the slave didn’t think the master was going to forget about his work but he was hoping that he would discuss it with him and maybe talk about something for once. This of course, went against everything he knew and he regretted it immediately. The master was angry with him once more and as his brown eyes flashed up to those blue ones he couldn’t help but see a dark expression there. He was displeased with him once again…Ezra had to fight to keep a sigh from leaving his lips.

 

He finished up the sheets quickly hoping that the other wasn’t too upset with him. He could feel it, those eyes on his back. On every muscle that strained against the skin as he spread himself across the bed. He could feel the master undressing him with his eyes and it felt far from ordinary. He had never felt someone’s eyes on him this way and it was like everything he did was sexualized like this. The man sitting in his ‘throne’ was like a God and Ezra was the peasant who was to worship him and give him everything he ever asked for. Of course…Gods were never able to be reached by mortals and something inside of him told him the same was for Glover.

 

He would never be able to reach him in his high tower. He would never be able to pull him from his cold habits, they would always be like this. Master and slave and nothing more. He felt this with a sickening realization and as he brushed the last of the wrinkles out of the bed he realized his life here was going to be harder than he thought if he didn’t break through that shell. If he couldn’t get to the real Fred Glover he was going to be stuck worshipping a God he never saw. His thoughts were pulled away when he heard the man shift in the chair he was at, spreading his legs wide, exposing himself.

 

Ezra couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, the entire action was mesmerizing. He blushed a little as he felt the other mans eyes roaming over his body like a tantalizing dinner he didn’t know if he could eat or not yet. He shifted slightly figuring this morning was going to end a little differently than he had imagined. He sat the sheets down on the floor hearing his next order as he nodded softly, “Yes master.” He obediently slid his fingers under his shirt and pulled it up over his head kind of slowly. He then reached down and wiggled his hips out of the skin tight pants he had been wearing hissing softly as his caged cock hit the morning air.

 

He ran a hand through his hair as he took off his socks and shoes setting them by his clothes neatly. He then walked slowly to the master before kneeling at his feet, his hands infront of his body as he peered up at his master blinking a few times. His brown eyes were wide and yet showed a hint of excitement and worry in them. He wanted the master to be gentle with him, to be nice, but this of course was going to be the opposite of what he got. This man was rough, raw, and barbaric when it came to sex and Ezra couldn’t imagine it was going to be any different this time. He wondered how long this man was planning on playing with him today when he had an important job to get to.

 

His eyes roamed down the others chest before settling on the organ between his thighs. His body shifted slightly getting more comfortable on his knees wondering if this man wanted him to suck him off again. It would make sense, maybe Glover wasn’t actually gay? Ezra had assumed that he was going to be fucked at some point but maybe if all he was asking was for him to suck him off each time then maybe he was just using him as a replacement for a woman. The thought hurt his chest a little bit but it wouldn’t be the first time he had been used for a mans loneliness. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. It was hard to believe anyone wanted him for him, let alone that someone could fall in love with him. He was just a slave and most people higher than slaves treated them as Glover did. Like dirt, this man would not be his knight in shining armor and the master after him wouldn’t be either. Ezra was most likely just a replacement and that was all…nothing more. Then again he liked to trick himself into thinking he saw want in the others eyes for him, all of him, not just his mouth or his hole but all of him. That made him feel a little better but he still was worried none the less.

[-Hideki-]

For the first few seconds in which he saw the slave blushing to red again Fred was confused. By now the auburn haired had been in the room with his naked master for quite a while and he had thought he had gotten used to that fact at this point. When he followed the man’s eyes that were staring at his exposed manhood though it got apparent why he was that red again. It was the way he sat now and the view he gave the man by doing so. The judge had not changed positions with the goal to present himself to the younger one. He had just done it like he usually changed sitting positions from time to time as the man either sat with his ankle on his knee or with his legs spread. Now this had the effect of him showing what he’d got and though it had not been his intend he didn’t actually care either and considering the reaction this had caused and that this perverted little servant stared at his dick as if he was mesmerised by it was worth it.

 

This time after he had given the other his order he was obeyed rather quickly and he observed the younger male when he was slowly pulling the tight shirt over his head granting him to look at his lean figure before his eyes travelled further down when the servant was wiggling his hips free from the panties. His eyes blinked dirtily and playfully while his face stayed the usual mask as he saw the caged cock of the auburn haired and while he was eying Ezra as he moved towards him that fantasy of making this man go crazy with lust and desire and making him beg for the blond to take off the cage and ravage his hole was getting back to his mind again slightly arousing him. And that he would try. Gradually! He didn’t have the illusion that the other would get already desperate enough when he teased that caged dick of his to beg right away but without the possibility to touch himself afterwards and what Fred could do after work there was a chance that he would get that man to this point. This and he definitely had to humiliate him too for that question.

 

He looked down on the slave when the shorter male was getting down on his knees in front of him, looking up to him with wide eyes. Again there was this excitement with which that servant watched him though he could also see worry in his eyes. Frederick saw the brown eyes of the younger man glued to his thick cock that was perfect to see and nearly on the other’s eye level. It was an intense gaze and the judge got the impression that the other thought he would suck his dick again and get his face fucked like that another time. But this was far from Fred’s plan. His blue gaze met with the other’s who was sitting there down to his feet on his knees apparently wanting the taste of his cock again, even expecting it and Glover wouldn’t tell him otherwise for now and let him in the believe. The blond just looked down on him from his chair for a moment, making the positions both were in even clearer.

 

Then he finally did something though he didn’t say a word. One of his feet was moving and brushing over the slave’s thigh up to his crotch. “Spread your legs!” he ordered but his foot was already doing that, forcing the man to open his legs and give it better access to his cock. Glover was rubbing his foot onto the other’s dick, teasing and stimulating the other’s caged thing without actually touching him with his hands. After a while he stopped doing that and there was a gloating glance in his cold blue eyes as he looked into Ezra’s face as he was about to punish him for having acted impudently. The blond male moved his leg and forced the slave’s chin up with his foot. “Kiss and lick my feet!” he demanded. “So you’ll learn your place slave.” He hissed that half smirk reappearing on his expression looking forward to the degradation of the slave.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra’s eyes flicked up to his master after his thoughts had slowly started to calm down. He didn’t want the masters cock just in his mouth…then again the wait alone was exciting to him. He knew that this judge was going to use him fully, when was up to the blonde man infront of him who seemed more than comfortable staring down at the auburn haired slave like that. Eating him up, liking the look of his humiliated stance as if looking up to a king. It wasn’t arousing to him at all to be so looked down on but this mans eyes alone were hungry and that was hot in itself. He liked to feel wanted, even if it was just as a sex toy.

 

His head tilted a little his body leaning back slightly resting his arms on either side of his legs as he waited for his next order. The silence between them was deafening and he couldn’t help but feel like the master had something he was pondering in his mind. His eyes were eating him up and yet, he didn’t make an order and he didn’t touch him. He breathed out shakily, the anticipation killing him inside. He could only imagine the things his master was thinking about making him do and that alone was making him warm inside.

 

As the master looked down at him with those cold eyes it became aware to Ezra that this was most likely a punishment for his earlier outburst. He was being told where he stood on this mans scale and it was no where near equals. He was worse than the floor this man walked on and he knew that this was just going to be drilled into his head from then on out. He wouldn’t speak up, he wouldn’t say anything unless spoken to and that would just be how they lived. He sort of wished he was mute so he didn’t have to say anything to this man.

 

The slaves eyes didn’t leave the masters but he jumped a little feeling a soft manicured foot roaming up his thigh to his crotch pulling goosebumps from his skin. He shivered lightly just from the odd sensation only to shift his hips at the order. His hands moved away and his legs parted more as he looked up at his master. As the foot touched his caged cock he couldn’t help but let out a soft shakey breath feeling the slight touch to his already sensitive cock was like a slap in the face. His hips shifted lightly pushing against the other even if it was just a little bit of stimulation it felt nice. He hadn’t touched his cock since the day before and yet there was so much sexual tension between them it was nauseating.

 

When the touching stopped he peered up at his master blushing lightly as he noticed that look in his eyes. He knew the next wasn’t going to be something he liked and it probably wouldn’t even be sexual but as that foot tilted his head up to look at the others face he was demanded to lick and kiss the others feet, like a slave. He huffed lightly and looked up to him a moment before he nodded, “Yes master…” he kissed the foot that rested under his chin before sliding his tongue out running it along the side of the others foot whimpering lightly at the pure embarrassment of it all.

 

Yet…something inside of him sort of liked being treated like that. He kissed along the top of the others foot before licking his toes. The man had showered the night before so the slave knew he was clean, it wasn’t like that bothered him. His tongue roamed between one of his toes before he kissed his way to the other foot doing the same there. Apparently doing this until his master said otherwise, his back arched down in a very humiliating posture with his ass raised in the air in order to reach the foot on the floor.

 

His eyes every once in awhile would look up at his master only to feel a light blush form on his cheeks. Those ice-cold eyes were watching him and that smirk on his face was like he didn’t even deserve a real smirk he was so below the master. His hips shifted lightly and his hands were placed infront of him, almost like a doggy style pose as he licked up the others foot whimpering once more as he kissed over it as if it was his favorite ice cream. He figured if he didn’t do it properly the master would only get angrier with him and make him do something even worse…and he didn’t want to find out what that was.

[-Hideki-]

While he was sitting there looking down on the other man he could sense how excited the other got and how impatient as he was drowning in anticipation of what was to happen. It was exactly the response he had wanted to create in the auburn head and that the slave showed just that was making him look forward to play with him even more. But as he looked at him there was that old conflict in him again, that he found him really handsome, that his body aroused him and that there was something in him that wanted to appreciate that body, be kind to it and the man whose body it was but that thought alone made him feel like he was failing, like outrageous thoughts, as someone like the auburn haired, someone as low didn’t deserve appreciation, didn’t deserve to have his body admired by someone so much higher and it only resulted in his gaze getting more cold and him overcompensating by humiliating the other more and to an even lower place.

 

Ezra was gazing Frederick into his cold blue eyes when he brought his foot to the man’s cock stimulating it. He was pretty skilled using his feet for that as it wasn’t the first time he was doing this. If he wanted to he could make him cum with his foot but that wasn’t the plan and he would not free the man from the cage around his manhood.

There was a spark in his eyes when he heard the shaky breath from the other and could feel how the younger male was shifting and pressing his caged dick against the foot apparently wanting more of that feeling. It was apparent that the slave was feeling good and liking the feeling and that had been the point. He was supposed to like this and he was supposed to start craving more of Glover’s touch.

 

The moment Fred stopped making the other male feeling nice the slave’s face blushed when looking into his face. He didn’t think that Ezra knew what he was about to make him do but he was sure that the servant knew that it would be a punishment for his behaviour.

And after the judge had articulated the order there was a thrilling moment in which he thought for a few seconds that the displeased man would disobey. He looked at him closely curious to know what he would decide to do now, if he would take the humiliation or would disobey him and get more than one and a harder punishment on top of that. For a man who would have to go to work soon he sat there looking into those brown eyes patiently, waiting for the final response. He saw the other nodding before he brought himself to obey him and the blond could feel soft lips pressed onto his foot.

 

The judge had just had a shower and not only that he had smeared a shit ton of lotions onto his skin – he had one for his feet too - so he tasted more like soap and lotion than even his own skin and there was not one dirty or scruffy place on his body. Fred was an extremely hygienic, clean and vain person so it wasn’t gross it was only degrading. The judge wouldn’t make his slave do anything disgusting that would make him sick himself. Just because he got a kick out of degrading and humiliating a partner it didn’t mean that he was into gross or unhygienic stuff at all. He definitely wasn’t and the mere thought would repulse him.

 

It was a plus aside from humiliating the other that it actually felt nice to have kisses placed onto his skin even though it were only his feet and it caused a tingling sensation when the younger male sucked on his toes, leading to Glover having to suppress any sign that he enjoyed being touched by the other, he shouldn’t after all, it just should be a punishment and the only thing he should be enjoying should be the degradation of that bloody lowlife. It got even better though when the auburn haired was arching his back down, his sexy arse up on display in the air. That sight was hot and it was arousing hence distracted him from his feet completely as he felt the urge to play with that lewd hole before pounding it, ravaging the other hard but he wouldn’t do that. Not like this, not at this time. He would make the other beg him to first. He wanted him desperate, desperate for his cock, even if it meant to hold himself back. It wasn’t like the blond wasn’t used to taming his needs, his desires, his wants, restraining himself, controlling himself. That was pretty much his whole life. The blond was a man of power, he controlled other people and he was an authority figure described as merciless and strict but what the same people who called him that wouldn’t think was that he did the same with himself. He could be just as strict and merciless with himself though in a different way.

 

His focus got brought back from the man’s arse to him licking and kissing his feet and his lips twitched up, his smirk a little improving, when he saw how the other blushed, how he wiggled his hips a little under his gaze before he started to pay attention to his feet much more intensely and devotedly than before. He was submitting completely, no hesitation or restrain left, and seeing that pleased the judge. The man let Ezra continue doing that for another while before he allowed him to stop. “Enough with this.” He said indifferently, definitely no sign of him being displeased to see which meant that he was satisfied with the job the other had done.

 

“Turn around now.” he ordered his servant to let his arse face the judge in his chair. “Lay your torso down on the floor and raise your arse up as high as you can.” he demanded further, his eyes gloving in anticipating as he would now continue to make the man feel good, to enthral him, to make him yearn for sex. And he really liked Ezra’s arse on top of that but he wouldn’t admit it, though he didn’t have to because it was obvious and the arousal in his eyes as well as his cock had been incredibly honest to the younger male the evening before at the dinner table.

“And then spread your arse cheeks as wide as possible. Let me see that slutty hole of yours.” The blond ordered, looking at the man on the ground a spark of hunger and lust glistering in his ice-blue eyes.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Something inside of Ezra wanted this mans approval. Wanted him to touch him gently like he did when he placed the collar around his neck. To feel those huge hands holding him but not with cold indifference but warmth and love. He wanted the judge to hold him and only him and crave his body just as much as the slave would learn to crave Glovers. Something inside of him wanted this man to use him for every need he wanted that way he didn’t have to keep that mask up all the time. It looked exhausting and he wanted to give the judge an escape from everything he was holding back. He wanted to give him freedom from this horrible world so he could be who he really was. With all of his backwards kinks, his taboo love life, and even the fact they were fornicating between statuses. None of it mattered to him, even if it did he couldn’t do anything about it. No one would believe him…however, he didn’t mind the feeling of those hands on his body or even this feeling of those eyes roaming over his body as he licked and sucked on his toes.

 

Ezra wanted a reaction out of him, wanted to make this man crack his mask wide open and show him he really did care. He wanted to make him feel good and he wanted him to be moaning, cumming mess inside of him. Of course…this was a long ways off for the man infront of him had no intentions of fucking him anytime soon. Of course the slave didn’t know this and he wanted him more than enough already. Ezra hadn’t been fucked in a long time and although his hands were good enough as they were they weren’t good enough. His own hands slowly got boring or he wished they were someone elses. Then again…the slave had never felt love in his life and his body yearned for it even more than the sexual pleasures in life. His last chance was with a cold, indifferent, and cruel man who seemed to think nothing more of him than dirt. Finding love in this home would be hard…if not impossible.

 

When the judge finally told him he could stop he kissed his foot one last time before sitting upright his eyes looking up at the master wondering if he had more punishment left in him. He knew all too well that disobeying this man would only bring out a harder if not worse punishment and he didn’t want to see how cruel this man could be. He figured…after awhile he could get a little more brave but even then he didn’t think he would push him to the point he would be in too much trouble. He wanted to give him a little hell but only after he had proved himself a little bit and could get away with disobeying. At the moment he was so close to being sent away that he didn’t want to do anything to ruin his status here. If he went back he would be sent to a horrible citizen family most likely until he died or could no longer work.

 

His eyes were pulled from the mans torso where they had seemed to fall to in thought and he listened intently to the orders. He could see through the order that this man was more than hungry for him to turn around and put his ass up in the air for him. Even if he had no intentions of fucking him it was apparent that this man was interested in his body if not wanted to devour it. Ezra nodded his body shifting easily as he turned around his knees opening wide as his hands rested on the ground infront of him. He then moved lowering his upper body to the floor, resting his chest and left cheek against the floor. His ass now perfectly in the air, his back arched and his hole twitching with anticipation.

 

He shifted himself to move his arms back parting his legs more and spreading himself out for the judge with a light whimper. His ass was sensitive and he could feel it greedily quivering under the morning air. His eyes moved peering back at the Judge waiting patiently for his next order and letting the man take in the sight before him. He could see the hunger, the lust in his eyes even if it wasn’t on his face. This mans eyes told him everything he needed to know in that moment and he felt a shiver run up his spine.

 

It was strange how just the gaze of the judge sent him quivering after only being with him for a day. He was intense and it was so different from what anything Ezra had known. He was everything he wanted in a man and he was just so…handsome. He was more than that he was godlike and Ezra was more than happy he found his body worth something. Even if it was just like a sex toy he could make this man hungry for him. He felt confidence in his body because of the way this man looked at him. He looked over every inch of his body with arousal and need and it sent Ezra shaking. No one had ever looked at him like that, had ever looked at his body that way. Sure, this man saw him as less than trash but his body still was admired as something beautiful and that alone felt nice to him.

 

His hips shifted a little, his ass wagging in the air a light playful look on his face. He knew all too well that he too could tease the man in the chair above him. It wasn’t like he was the only one aroused here, he could make this man hard just by moaning for him. He had played with himself a little bit on the table and made the judge rock solid and hungry to fuck something even if it was just his mouth. That was an accomplishment to him so he had no doubts that he could make this man want him just as much as he wanted to make the slave crave him. It would just take a lot of time…more than it would for Ezra to give in.

[-Hideki-]

His eyes were not moving away from the younger man’s body for even a second as he watched how Ezra shifted and turned around to let his arse face him. When the other had positioned himself, had his arse up high, his knees wide open, his hands spreading the cheeks while his upper body was pressed to the floor obediently and submissively Glover could see the servant’s hole twitching and apparently longing to be stimulated and fucked. It was hot, it was arousing and Fred felt a little tingling heat being on the rise again. Sure he wouldn’t get as rock hard as easily as the day before again because he had finally climaxed the other night, two times even, so he wasn’t that pent up anymore and his balls weren’t bursting and he was not as hypersensitive to any kind of stimulation whether that was visual or physical but it certainly didn’t leave him cold either.

 

Granting himself a little time to take in the sight that he got his eyes were overflowing with lust and it didn’t get better when the salve teased him wagging his arse for him. The blond judge didn’t mind being teased that way though, he liked that the other was doing that, that he was doing something other than only what he had told him as it was showing that he had an interest in doing sexual things with him that came from within himself, that he enjoyed it in one way or the other as he was anticipating it, that he wanted the blond to desire him and get excited. As anyone else Frederick wouldn’t have liked to participate in kinky or sexual stuff with someone who was repulsed by the idea of being intimate with him. A slave where it would have been hopeless he would have ended up given tasks impossible to fulfil so that he could have gotten rid of him and ordered another one. This horrible time with that slave of his parents he didn’t want to repeat. Yes, he had not let him disobey but it had been so unpleasant to have intercourse with someone who found it gross to be with a man and who found the judge, who had at that time still been a teenager, gross too because of desiring men and asking that from him. After that he had laid awake in his bed the whole night and he had felt even more horrible about what he was, so awful that it had been able to feel the pain physically.

 

Fred moved his leg again and brought his toes to the auburn haired male’s hole starting to rub over it and press onto it, feeling it twitching. He was stimulating the man’s hole a little like this before he prodded the other’s entrance with his toe somewhat, it was more teasing than anything actually. It bored him after some time though so he got his foot from the young man’s arse and reached out for something on a nearby cupboard. What he took from there was an antique and incredibly luxurious walking cane that he had gotten as a present once and without a warning he was poking the man’s balls and caged dick with it, before he started to rub it over the hole, entering the cane but only a little. Though he let it slide in some and moved it, he didn’t let it get far, he didn’t let it stimulate his prostate, he just intended to make the other wish that he did. He wanted the man to get aroused, to get turned on while his cock was trapped in that cage, not able to grow or ejaculate.

 

The side-effect from all of this was that the judge was getting aroused himself. His dick had started to get hard and it was in a semi-erect state by now and his eyes were looking at the cane going in and out of that delicious hole in a horny manner as he wished that it was his cock inside of the other. The unsuccessful smirk reappeared on his face when he let the cane go deeper when he let it thrust inside the younger male for the last time, this time letting it brush against the man’s prostate before he pulled it out and every sort of stimulation just stopped immediately. There were only the blue eyes gazing at the man on the ground mischievously.

[Shisu-Chan00]

His little teasing action didn’t seem to bother the master that much and as the slave watched him it seemed he even liked it a little bit. It was nice to know that he could have somewhat of his own brain when it came to something like this. His hips paused in their movement watching as the mans eyes seemed to suck him in. He wasn’t hard yet but Ezra could feel his cock slowly growing and pressing painfully against the caged holding it in. He wanted it off, so they could do something a little different but it seemed his master wasn’t willing to do that.

 

He didn’t mind the eyes full of lust and need sliding over his body. He liked it more than anything for it told him that the Judge did indeed desire him even if just in a sexual way. He figured it probably told the judge that he was more than okay sleeping with him. In all reality his ass, spread wide, was twitching and quivering as it waited for the Judge’s touch. For anything really long as he could have him give him attention.

 

When the judge finally moved Ezra let his eyes slide closed lightly sighing as he felt the mans toes sliding against his greedy hole. He didn’t have a thing for feet but if it was the best he was going to get he wouldn’t argue. He leaned his hips back a little pressing himself against the others foot as he let out a light whimper. He was teasing him, hoping to get him aroused and beg for him to take off his cage. It was sort of working for the teasing prodding against his entrance was like a fleeting moment of want. Then it was gone and his eyes were opening again and peering back at the master waiting patiently as he seemed to reach for something.

 

His eyes widened a little when the master pulled out a really expensive looking walking cane and his eyes looked up to him as if wondering if it was even okay but he didn’t have time. A light whimper left him once more as his cock was poked and his balls were pushed forward slightly, the cage uncomfortably tight now. When he felt the cane rubbing against his hole he sighed gently his chest pressing harder into the floor as he moved his hips up to meet the make-shift toy. Ezra couldn’t keep back a groan from leaving him as the end of the cane slid into him, the absence of lube more than apparent for him. It wasn’t painful but it was uncomfortable as he felt the cane slide in and out of him just a little bit, not reaching his prostate so he just let out little groans here and there as he felt it slide in and out of him.

 

Ezra could feel his cock pressing uncomfortably hard against the cage, wanting so badly to get erect and cum but it wouldn’t be able to. As he felt the cane slide deeper into him he felt it brush against his prostate pulling a low moan from his lips and his eyes to close only for it to slide out of him and a shiver follow it. He sighed softly his eyes opening once more and peering at the master, “Ngh…m-master…” He spoke softly his hips shivering once more as if inviting the mans semi-hard cock to enter him and make them both feel better. His ass was twitching harder now as if missing the feeling of something inside of it and he couldn’t help but blush at the others gaze. He must look so gross, spread out like that and his ass practically screaming for the mans cock to ravage it.

 

Then again the mans eyes shown no disgust only lust and arousal. That was a good sign and he couldn’t help but want him even more. He wanted to scream his name as loud as he could let it bounce off the bedroom walls, making the judge late for work. He wanted to occupy all his time and get all the attention from the judge. Then again…he wanted to enjoy his company and just talk to him as equals for once. He wanted to be treated like a human and he wanted to be worthy of the mans affections not just his hands. He missed those kind touches from the man infront of him and as much as he didn’t mind this treatment he wanted something passionate too…something they had both never felt.

[-Hideki-]

The way the younger male groaned, the noises he made, made it apparent how he was heating up and how he was yearning for more, for getting fucked decently and it satisfied Glover who had wanted just that. Who wanted to make him long for it, making him desperate! In that moment the blond didn’t want anything more than to bring desperation and lust into the expression of the auburn haired servant. When he finally brushed against the man’s prostate he drew a low moan from Ezra and that voice was arousing. There was the urge within him to make that man moan and scream more, to make him go crazy from pleasure, to make him drool and move his hips as if out of control.

 

And it only made the urge rise when the slave peered at him saying his title in a soft and desiring way while his hips were shivering invitingly and that greedy, gaping hole was twitching vigorously as if it was already begging him to ravage it, to fuck it mercilessly before the man himself did. That sight that his blue eyes were taking in was so lewd, so naughty and yet it was incredibly hot and turning him on. His dick betrayed him when it twitched at the sight but Fred would control himself. He would not stand up, pull the servant’s waist closer and ram his thick rod into him ravaging him hard, no. Though it actually did cost him some discipline at that point, he decided to go through with the original plan, with the game that he wanted to play with him. It wasn’t like that bloody slave wouldn’t get anything out in the end and Glover actually expected a fountain of cum when he would free the other man from his chastity cage and give it to him, pounding that tempting arse and making him drown in pleasure.

 

“What is it!?” he decided to ask in return to the younger male exclaiming his title that hotly, wanting to tease him more and embarrass him to come up with something to say or ask now! He was curious as to what would follow from the man who was craving his cock like a bitch in heat, while the slave’s own cock couldn’t expand in the tight cage. It must have felt incredibly uncomfortable for the other to be trapped in it by now and somehow he got the feeling that he would get the auburn haired to begging him even earlier than he had thought. Not right away but maybe already this evening when he would mess with him again, when he would get him hot again, even more so than now. Maybe he would even bring himself to using his hands on the other already but just if he wouldn’t fuck anything up. If he was a decent slave he would, otherwise he would think about something else, the foot it wouldn’t be again anytime soon though.

 

Frederick stood up from the chair and his blue eyes were blinking up as he looked down onto the slave. About to walk past the naked man who was in that submissive position he playfully slapped his manly hand onto Ezra’s soft arse cheek before he went over to the other chair where his clothes were laying. Slowly he got dressed in front of the younger male’s eyes, his blue gaze constantly on the servant to make sure that he didn’t get out of that position before he allowed him to. It didn’t take him long to be neatly dressed into the black suit he was wearing, the bulge of his semi-erect cock pretty visible though. The only thing that was still undone was the shoes which were still open when he walked around and squatted down in front of the auburn haired male’s face.

 

Forcing the man’s head up to look at his face and into his eyes and that not all too successful smirk appeared on his face again. “What a lusty body! Your gaping slutty hole is already begging me to fuck it!” he whispered. “Unfortunately I have to go to work. I guess right now you don’t want to remind me right? Now you don’t want to get out of that situation anymore. Now you horny slave want my dick!” the master spoke gloatingly, before he stood straight again, towering over the other like a giant in that position. “Close my shoelaces.” He ordered him but didn’t let any time pass to wait whether he did it or not just continuing to speak. “When I am gone you can have breakfast.” He informed the man. “Don’t forget Percival.” He reminded. “And then you will do your daily tasks.” The judge demanded indifferently but then his eyes flashed up again. “But today you will do all of that naked. I don’t want to see any clothing on your body when I am returning home. I want you to great me with your slutty arse in the open and that pitiful caged cock of yours for me to see.” The blond spoke feeling like he would like to return home again today much more than during the last months.

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The question that came from the master shocked him but he didn’t skip a beat, “Master…I want to please you.” He spoke softly not wanting to please himself but the master. He knew he couldn’t get in trouble for something like that for it wasn’t like he was being selfish. He wanted to use himself to make the master feel good so that’s what he was there for. It was as if asking the man to fuck him but not for his own want but for the pleasure that would go to the man who stared down at him. He felt his hips shiver again trying to allure the man to him without him really meaning to. He felt like his cock was harder than it had ever been but that was because it had stopped growing against the cage that held it. He couldn’t grow and he couldn’t cum and it was sort of a problem for him.

 

When the Judge stood his hopes sored and he thought that the man was going to fuck him right then and there. He felt the connection with the mans hand to his ass causing him to flinch and let out a little moan in return. He watched him walk past him his head positioned so he could see the master. His cock was semi erect and the sight was tantalizing. If they had been in a different position and Ezra had been his equal he would have made him late for work. There wouldn’t have been any permission needed to be given for he could just touch the judge however he wanted. Without the need and worry of fucking up their relationship because they would be equals.

 

He watched the handsome man put on his clothes, a little sad to see that cock get locked away behind the materials again. What a sad thing to do to something so…erotic and necessary in this moment. He could see it through the dark pants and he wanted so badly to crawl over to him, unzip his pants, and suck him off before he went to work. To give that cock some attention and to hopefully break the mans mask. He felt the eyes of the judge constantly on him but he didn’t even look up to him his eyes were too busy taking in the mans beauty just how he was. It was so…interesting how masters are different from slaves even in physical means.

 

Ezra’s eyes did flick up to the master when he walked over to him and he felt his head forced up to look at the man. A soft whimper left his lips as his head pressed hard into the others hand trying to use gravity to lay back on the floor. The whisper was bone chilling and he felt a shiver run up his spine, his eyes flicking into the mans blue orbs a moment. He was still being punished and he knew that and his masters words didn’t chance that fact. When his face was let go he groaned lightly only to let go of himself and tie the others shoelaces for him as he continued speaking. He was more than a little excited about breakfast seeing as he hadn’t eaten anything in a day so that was nice, but the next comment was a little interesting. His eyes flashed up to the master, a blush lightly on his face. He wasn’t allowed to wear clothing? How interesting.

 

“Yes Master.” He spoke softly and then peered up at him his hands resting on the ground. “I’ll have dinner prepared for you when you come home as well…I won’t forget master.” He nodded softly with a smile as he ran a hand through his now messy hair. He had made sure to look so nice for today but his perfect image was now ruined because of their little game this morning and the fact he couldn’t even wear his pressed uniform. It was a little sad but he didn’t mind being naked either. This meant he didn’t have to feel constrained to those tight clothes and could do as he liked. “May I stand now master?” he asked softly his eyes looking up at him with loyalty and a little bit of lust still lingering in his face. He still wanted this man and that wasn’t going to change. He was still hot and bothered for the moment and wanted so badly to touch himself and make the pain in his cock go away.

 

He hoped that tonight they would play together again and this would help alleviate the pain in his cock. It was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute and he knew that had the cage not been there he would have been hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum already. The anticipation of this mans touch all in itself turned Ezra on because he knew deep down that he wasn’t going to touch him anytime soon. That made the game all the more fun and the ride to get there a blast. He did know that this man couldn’t hold out forever, it was a wait to see who would break down first, him or the master.

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Something within him was surprised at the handsome servant’s reply to the question as it was pretty clever indeed. Another part was really just amused by the tactic he used wanting to make Glover fuck him and there was something that went into the direction of a dry laugh coming from him though it sounded rather distorted and odd as it was a sound his voice didn’t make often. The blond judge didn’t respond to it though, he just stood and gave the man the slap onto his arse what drew a rather nice reaction from Ezra and Frederick’s eyes shone as he heard that moan from the auburn haired.

 

Even after he had dressed himself he could feel the stares of the brown eyes on his semi-hard dick, watching it with obvious desire. Even a blind person would have been aware of the younger male’s cravings to touch and suck his cock It made it all the more fun when he went over and forced the other’s head up to look into his eyes not giving in a mere centimetre even when the slave was trying to use gravity in his favour. The blond could hear the groan when he let go of the other man only to let him tie his shoelaces what he did as soon as Fred had ordered him to. Just as with most people their expressions gave something about them away and so did the auburn haired man’s. Glover was able to see that his servant was excited to eat and that he was as curious as sceptical about being nude the whole day while the blush told him that there was a certain embarrassment about the order as well. And this was what Fred had always feared. That other people could figure him out, that they could learn something about him and use it against him. That he let something leak unintentionally. So he had trained himself to not show reaction anymore. The only thing that could give him away sometimes were his eyes when they sparked up and in more intimate settings the physical reaction to stimuli and arousal. And if he thought about it that was already too much as through the years losing control of anything had become his worst nightmare and his paranoia had increased.

 

He nodded almost acknowledging when the other promised that he wouldn’t forget and that he would have dinner ready for him when he returned. More than this he didn’t do though, just looking down onto the other, taking in the sight of his body and the still spread out hole.

“You may.” He granted when the other had asked him if he was allowed to stand up now. Glover didn’t wait until this was done though. “Until later.” He just said and left the bedroom to get into his office and get his bag that he had prepared for the today’s case. When he had grabbed it, went downstairs and was approaching the door Percival came running to him and wagged his tail. The judge squatted down for a moment patting the dogs head gently saying goodbye to him before he left the mansion.

 

When in his car he locked the door from within leaning back in the driver’s seat. He once had had a chauffeur but he had decided that he rather liked to drive by himself. His car had tinted windows and the seats were made out of leather. Fred had always loved driving around as it made him feel free somehow for the moment he was in the car and on the road and sometimes he just would have liked to drive and drive and drive and drive and to never return home again or stop driving. But though no one could see into the car he felt tension when he opened his pants. Sure his cock was only semi-erect but it still was and he couldn’t risk that it still would be when he arrived at work what was really likely because his way to work wasn’t the longest. Then again he was in a much better situation than the slave as he could actually do this now. He could touch himself, jerk off, have his release and be done with it. Ezra could not; Frederick had made certain he couldn’t.

 

The judge got his dick out and began stroking himself, gradually getting harder until he stood in his whole hard glory and he got the feeling that it had gotten warmer in the car. Grabbing tighter and stroking harder and faster he leaned his head back into his neck and enjoyed the feeling, those sparks that were building up and increasing. Panting by now he got his hand covered in his own pre-cum putting more pressure into his work, thrusting up into his hand, stimulating the tip of his cock as his lips parted slightly and a soft growl was escaping. He muffled down his pleasured voice, even though theoretically no one could be on his property. His eyes were half-shut while he was stroking himself imagining that spread arse and that gaping hole, thinking about himself fucking the servant’s brain out, until he realised that he was close. Desperately his left hand searched for a tissue while his right hand continued to get Glover to climax. At the last second he found a tissue to prevent cum staining his clothing or the car when he bucked up and ejaculated with a deep and low moan. Glover closed his eyes completely for a moment noticing that he could have still fallen asleep right there, before he opened his eyes and put the tissue full of his sperm into the ashtray of the car, taking another tissue, wiping his dick off of the remains, before putting that into the ashtray too.

His heart rate still up and his breath still a little heavier he shoved his cock back into his pants and dressed properly again, getting onto his way to work.

 

At the time he was rushing through the halls of the court building he had to hurry to prepare everything before the sentence. This case had been one of the clearest he had ever worked on but the party didn’t have any personal interest in it so they had not rushed it through what had meant that it had been lengthened by bureaucracy and the defence had took some measure to delay the sentence too. But now he would speak the same sentence he could have spoken almost a year ago. It wasn’t that the evidence had changed or that the culprit could or would have withdrawn from his confession.

Apparently the guy was pretty certain that Frederick would not go hard on him and not take his crime seriously. The culprit wasn’t the only one though as he could overhear a conversation between the court sketch artist and an intern who was still in university. “Come on, do you think that this guy will have to deal with any serious repercussions? Many people can even relate to him. Some voices were heard that even wanted him to not be convicted at all. If you ask me Glover will take the circumstances into account and will weigh the sentence on that. I for sure would.” The intern said and Frederick wanted to throw up into the guys face but his face stayed completely expressionless when he was greeted by both of them. “Morning.” He said coldly as he always did so none of them figured that they as well as most other people who argued like this or could even relate to that murderer would probably witness the surprise of their lifetime in a while.

 

It was a case that had not been taken too seriously by the public what said a lot about their society as a whole. The culprit had tortured and mutilated his brother and his brother’s boyfriend who had been the culprit’s best friend before to death.

With the explanation that he had been disgusted, had felt betrayed by both of them for being sick perverts – he had even showered with his best friend a few time alright - and dishonouring his family for being such disgraces and criminal. Out of his rage and his shock and hurt feelings over the supposed betrayal, thinking he had been led on and lied to, the man claimed to have acted on an impulse and had done what he had done, saying that he did not regret doing it. This was an extreme case, nothing that landed on Fred’s desk like this daily. Normally the people just reported forbidden sexual activity to the police.

 

He got the sentence he had prepared and written on the day before out of his bag before he went to the cupboard to put on his black robe to get into the court room. The robe and how it was waving while he walked only made him seem even loftier. By the time he had appeared in the room he was already looking into the interested faces of the audience and the confident faces of the handcuffed culprit and his lawyer.

 

Fred’s face had not once moved while he had rendered his judgement but it didn’t escape the judge that a lot of jaws in the room dropped and that for a moment it was too hard to grasp for the man who had tortured, mutilated and murdered two people. When it had sunken in the man had protested, had said that his brother and his best friend had both broken the law what had left Fred cold completely when his icy voice had sounded hardly through the room. “Was that so? They have never been convicted. If they did commit a crime you should have reported them to the police and let the justice system take care of them. Dead people however can’t get a trial and be convicted anymore.” The blond judge said. “You on the other hand are guilty of the murder of two people. Torture and mutilation on top of that, which makes the way you have taken those two people’s lives fall under the definition of extraordinary cruel, sadistic and perfidious. The punishment for such a crime after the law of our nation is the death penalty.” He explained another time completely emotionless. “You have no option to contest that sentence and it will be enforced in three weeks.” Glover stated and when the lawyer wanted to open his mouth he nodded into the direction of the policemen who were present in the courtroom and the men got the culprit who was now starting to scream and to kick at the officers, while the media was taking one shot after the other and most people in the room looked as if they had all been caught off guard.

 

It had been satisfying to him somehow and satisfaction with the work he did was something he rarely felt. He would go though and look that man he had sentenced to death in the eyes when he died. Glover had not sentenced many people to death during his life, much less than his colleagues but every time he had, regardless of what disgusting creature it had been, he had went there and had looked them in the eyes dying. And until now he had never felt bad or had started questioning, what was a good sign for him that showed him that he had interpreted the law correctly. Especially this time however he wasn’t sure if he was doing it because he respected life and felt the responsibility to see the enforcement of the judgement he had ended someone’s life with, no, he just wanted to see him suffer, he wanted to look into the terrified face, he wanted to feel satisfaction. He knew he shouldn’t let any case touch him in any way but this one had. It weren’t men being convicted to work hard labour for their love to another man, it were men getting tortured, mutilated and murdered by someone they had originally been close to.

 

Heading down to the cafeteria that greenhorn of an intern crossed his way and he apparently had something to say to his sentence. He started with some gibberish about the surprise and that the rumours that Fred had no sense of mercy were true before he went on to criticise him for it. To say that the people probably wouldn’t support his judgement, that they would find the punishment too hard for killing some deviants and that he, if he had been the judge, would have taken this into account, letting the judge know that he apparently believed that those victims of a disgusting crime had betrayed and disgraced the other and that they just shouldn’t have done what they had done, being in love. “Good that you weren’t the judge then.” Fred had said incredibly cold with narrowed eyes, hissing. “A judge interprets the law, he doesn’t decide on the feelings of the citizens or the popularity he might gain or lose with the sentence.” He said. “If enforcing the law is nothing that you can do without letting other factors and people’s opinions that have nothing to do with the law influence you, you should drop out of law school and go for, I don’t know arts or entertainment. There the popularity and the feelings of the masses actually matters and you can take them into account.” With that he had left the young man standing there not dignifying him with another look or a goodbye.

 

This was why he had never wanted to fall in love and had always repressed all signs and had stayed away from people, not to mention his kink that was impossible to play out with an equal. For him falling in love would have been dangerous. It had been already bad enough when he had had his first and only crush in university. Gosh he had fallen so deep for that guy and it had been damn exhausting to hide this from him but Fred had managed to completely repress his feelings and to not let any signs of affection show. However when the man had later in life announced his marriage Glover had felt sick though he had thought he had been long over it. And it had also been the one and only time where he had called in sick without actually being sick just so he didn’t have to go to the wedding that day. He had instead stayed at home, had drunken a damn lot of booze while watching the propaganda channel. When he had gotten promoted it had been wonderful not having to deal with that weird situation again that had even stayed awkward for him personally even when he had actually been over it.

 

The remaining day he had worked in his office, reading files after files, drinking almost a complete can of coffee until he drove back home in the evening, hearing the reports about his sentence on the radio. Apparently people were now talking about the case again and this time they seemed to be more interested because of a sentence they had not expected because the people who had been killed in that bestial way had been homosexual men. Being alone in his car there was some sort of expression on his face while he listened but when he got out of the car and walked up to the door of the mansion it faded again. One thing was for sure he wouldn’t do work at home, not today, he would, like all the others too, for once let home time be home time.

 

After he had opened the door and had stepped into the house Percival was approaching him with his wagging tail and Frederick greeted his dog, who let himself sink onto the ground, presented his belly to his owner wanting to have Glover rub his belly. It had become like a ritual. Something the judge always did when he came home from work and his dog wanted his attention.

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When his request was acknowledged he tilted his head a little and let his hands fall to his sides before he straightened his upper body watching the man leave the room. The slave then stood and stretched out his slender body hearing a soft crack as his body seemed tight from being in that position for such a long time. He slowly walked out of the room his arms resting on the stair case looking over the main corridor and watched Percival run up to the master for a pat. It was so strange, the man was so gentle to the dog. Crouching down in his spot to gently pat his head. Then, just like that he was gone, leaving the naked slave alone for the day. He puffed out his cheeks softly his cheeks still flushed from the mornings events.

 

He peered down at himself and shook his head a little, he was going to have to get this cage off one way or another if this kept happening. He was already starting to loosen because of the uncomfortable cage but he still felt a little bothered do to the judges actions. He walked back into the bedroom and grabbed the dirty sheets and his clothes before heading down to the laundry room and putting them in the wash. Might as well wash his clothing seeing as he wasn’t going to be using it today anyway. Ezra just had to pull his thoughts away from his hard on and continue with work or he was going to have a big problem. He turned the washer on and heard the clicking nails of Percival who came to find him apparently wanting breakfast. He gently ruffled the dogs ears with a smile, “Me too boy, I’m starving.” He winked to the dog and found his way to the kitchen.

 

The slave didn't think that his day would be very eventful. It looked nice out, however, and he wished that he could go outside. At the moment he couldn't anyway being naked but it would still be a nice day to enjoy the weather. The master had ordered him not to go outside unless told he could or with the master. This was a reasonable order, Ezra was just excited he could go outside. The slave had gone on errands, been to parties, had perfect eddicuite with such things but he never got to enjoy it for himself. It would be nice if the master allowed him to enjoy his own time.

 

Ezra wandered if the master took care of his erection or if he had just gone to work looking that way. His thoughts wandered as he grabbed the dogs food bowl and put it on the counter putting the left overs of Glovers food into it and putting it on the floor for the dog. Watching him jump at the occasion. The servant then turned to his own meal reaching into the pantry for something simple and easy. He had a long day of cleaning but this wouldn’t be a problem. He needed something to occupy his time or he was going to drive himself crazy. He sat on the bare stool shivering as its cold surface touched his bare ass. He ate silently with the dog, the big mansion seeming even larger now without anyone in it. It was strange how the judge could spend his entire days here, alone. He couldn’t do it, least back at his old home he had other slaves to talk to during the day. The dog was his only companion today and Glover wouldn’t be home until later apparently. It was sort of a sad realization but that was fine, there was a record player and Ezra figured he would put on some music and clean the house.

 

After he finished his breakfast he cleaned the dishes including the dog's bowl, pausing every so often to get onto Percival for trying to open the fridge. After he finished that he wrangled the dog out of the kitchen and locked it up tight before heading to the dining room where the record player sat. He searched through the music finding a smooth jazz piece and putting it on. A light sigh left his lips as the music filled the room, he turned it up a little and then looked to the dog, “Wanna help me clean?” he asked with a chuckle knowing all too well the dog wasn’t going to help with that. He had made the mess earlier from playing in the garden which meant that Ezra would have to be on his hands and knees cleaning the floors today. He grabbed a bucket and filled it with warm water and soap before grabbing a sponge. He got to work cleaning the floors making sure they were polished afterward and spotless. By the time he was finished with that it was roughly noon and he was making himself lunch, just another small snack. He then drank some water and then got back to work.

 

He didn’t know how many rooms he had cleaned that day but by the time it was time to prepare dinner for the master he felt like he had seen countless rooms. He didn’t go down to the basement and he didn’t go in the mans office so those were two places he did not look into. His eyes flicked up to the clock as he went to the kitchen starting to make dinner. On his way he had turned off the record player and shelved the record before slowly dusting it off. Once in the kitchen, he peered at the chart for the night and was a little confused at first on what he was making before he started shuffling around the kitchen, Percival laying on the ground beside him. Watching, waiting, for anything to drop on the floor while he cooked. He had just finished cooking the meal when he heard the dogs head rise and him trot off to the door to great the judge. He downed the last of his water before leaving the kitchen his hands lightly trailing behind him on the wall as he walked to greet the master.

 

A soft smile formed on his lips as he saw the man greeting his dog, rubbing his belly. “Welcome home master…” He spoke softly leaning against the wall a little reserved. He wasn’t shy in his nakedness anymore having been naked all day. He didn’t care and the Judge liked his body so he didn’t have to worry about that. His eyes flicked up to the master, “Dinner is waiting for you. Do you want me to take your jacket?” he asked softly pushing off the wall and walking to close the distance between them. He wanted to ask him about work, why he looked so tired, something felt off about him. He didn’t know what but the master seemed to be carrying himself a little differently at the moment and he was a little worried work hadn’t gone as planned and that he was upset. That was the last thing he wanted tonight, he didn’t want him upset.

 

It almost felt too…homelike. Ezra felt like a wife greeting her husband home from work only this was without the warmth of love between them and all the cold feelings between strangers. He knew asking him how his day was out of line and asking would imply that Glover cared to talk about it with Ezra. This was obviously not the case, the judge didn’t care for the slave at all, he was just a hole he could use and abuse whenever he wished. He also kept his dog busy, his house clean, and his stomach fed. He didn’t think he meant more to the master other than that. He held out his hands waiting patiently for the others jacket if he wanted him to have it, while dinner sat waiting for them in the kitchen, high enough away so the dog couldn’t get it.

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Hearing the voice of the younger man sounding softly when he was greeting Glover he stood and stopped the belly rubbing of the Doberman who immediately complained finding that too short but though the judge usually took a little more time for this Percival always complained nonetheless, finding that his owner could spend more time doing this. His piercing blue eyes wandered to Ezra, meeting the hazel eyes of the servant as he nodded in return to the greeting. Somehow the softness of this voice as well as the warmness the slave spoke to him with from time to time was rather disarming and confusing and making Fred feel odd. He couldn’t really handle this, didn’t know how to approach this. The servants he had had before had been polite, friendly and obedient but they had never spoken to him in such a manner. It was almost as if the auburn haired cared about him, though that was not possible. Slave’s didn’t actually care, they just served because they had to, because that was their solely purpose, not to mention that Frederick and Ezra didn’t knew each other. But why then? It was a riddle to him.

 

His eyes were closely watching the male as he was closing the distance, telling him that he had prepared dinner before asking whether he should take his jacket for him. For a moment he was occupied looking at the attractive naked body. At the cock trapped in that cage. The male body was like the forbidden fruit he desired but he couldn’t resist temptation. He couldn’t stay abstinent for all his life in order to not break a law that in his opinion shouldn’t exist. It would be unhealthy, it would lead to sexual frustration, so he had to eat the fruit and maybe one day they would get him regardless of how cautious he was. At best he would end up in a labour camp then, at worst like those men from the case he had worked on. He had seen the pictures of their mutilated bodies ... it had been sickening and he had seen a lot of pictures of corpses before but something like that...

 

When Ezra stood before him his hand held out for his jacket Fred realised that his thoughts had wandered off completely and he immediately made sure that there had been no kind of expression on his face before he got himself out of the jacket handing it to the younger servant so that he could put it away for him. He felt like sighing but he suppressed it, loosening his black tie and opening one button of his white shirt before he headed for the dining hall, Percival now following him, not pouting anymore. The hall was perfectly clean and it appeared to him that this slave actually was able to do his job after all.

 

He just let himself sink into the chair at the head of the table and leaned back, his mouth starting to water at the smell of food. Absent minded he rubbed one of his fingers onto the polished plate of the table feeling the material. That heavy feeling he usually had now had turned to a feeling of someone constantly choking him and to pull himself out of those thoughts he moved his head into Ezra’s direction. “Get me some whisky for dinner today.” He ordered. Usually he waited with drinking alcohol to before he went to sleep because he needed a clear mind to do his work but since he had decided to not do his work at home this day he would be good and he felt like he really could use some drink, something stronger than just wine.

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Ezra had meant nothing by his warm tone to the master. He wanted to get to know him, wanted to understand him. He felt for his frustration and wanted this man to feel like he could be…real with him. This made Ezra care for him and he felt sorry for him that he could not be himself. Not even in his own home. That thick mask that covered his face even while he was at home made Ezra want to ruin it. He smiled a little to the master seeing his eyes slide to his own. Something in those eyes seemed to be a little unnerving. Maybe it was something Ezra had said? Maybe it was the tone in his voice? He didn’t know but he didn’t let his warm smile falter, he didn’t think being rude and cold to this man was going to make him drop his guard anytime soon.

 

He waited a moment and right when he was about to say something he saw a small glimpse of emotion in the mans face. It was fleeting and Ezra thought he hadn’t seen it at all but his master had gotten completely lost in his own mind. When he came too he was looking as if he had to right his wrong and slid his arms out of his jacket handing it to the auburn haired slave. It was written in the masters slumped shoulders, the way he undid his tie and unbuttoned that top button. He was exhausted from work and he had apparently not had the most amazing day. He looked like he had ran a marathon that punched him in the face at the end. The salve tried to ignore it bowing his head a little before putting up the jacket and making his way to the dining room.

 

It was further stated that the master had a rough day as he slid himself into the chair, seeming to sink into it. He leaned back into the chair as if he could finally relax for the first time that day. The slave let a hand lightly run along the back of one of the chairs as the master stopped him, asking him for a whisky with dinner. This caused the slave to pause a moment, wanting to say something, only to look away with a nod. “Yes Master.” He spoke softly before moving into the kitchen grabbing dinner. He walked back into the dining room and placed the plate on the table pulling away the cover and smiling a little, “I’ve never made this sir…I’m so sorry if it is not to your liking. I tried my hardest master.” He moved to the bar grabbing a glass and putting ice into it. He didn’t want to get in trouble but he would rather tell him now that he was afraid he had messed up than the master find out himself.

 

To the slave the food tasted good and it made his mouth water. He had never had the dish before so he didn’t know how it was supposed to taste. Even if it tasted good to him he wasn’t sure it was the right taste. He walked back to the table with a glass of whisky setting it on to the table before stepping away a little. “Master…? Would you like some music with dinner?” he asked tilting his head a little bit, a small strand of his auburn hair sliding into one of his eyes. It was such an innocent action, his hair having been a little messed up do to working all day that it no longer stood where it was supposed to. It fell into his face here and there and he didn’t care enough to pin it back in that moment. It gave his face a rather cute look to it as if he had just finished in the shower and his hair was all over the place, or just woken up from a nap. He didn’t know what the master had to say about his work, but he wasn’t going to bring it up unless the master wanted to talk about it. He, being as low as he was, had no right to ask him how his day went. He would stay silent unless he needed to speak, being one of the rules of the house anyway.

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When the servant was out of the room to go and get his dinner Frederick let his hand run through the straight blond hair of his before his eyes fell onto Percival who had sensed that something was off and was now sitting way too close by his chair, wagging his tail laying his head to the side looking into his eyes making a stupid expression and poking his thigh with his nose to cheer him up. It was rather adorable and the judge reached down and patted the Doberman’s head for the effort, not saying anything though.

 

It didn’t take long and he heard the steps of Ezra in the dining hall walking towards the table placing the plate before him and raising the cover with ease. The food looked and smelled really delicious all the more disappointing was it to hear that the man had his doubts whether Glover would even like the food because the auburn haired claimed to never have made this before. Nothing of that disappointment was to see on his face though and he didn’t care to say anything or make a sharp, scolding remark. He just wanted to eat and in the end, he realised, it didn’t even matter if the food wasn’t good. He’d eat it anyway now.

 

The judge had no idea why this was having any affect on him all of a sudden. He had worked on this case for quite some time, it wasn’t like this had happened yesterday, it had happened almost a year ago and though those pictures had managed to turn his stomach upside down and enrage him, it had not really gotten through to him. So why now? Why not yesterday when he had formulated his final sentence? Why on the day where justice had been delivered? Where Glover had given that gross piece of shit the most severe punishment possible in their society? While he sat there thinking about why this was now getting to him because it shouldn’t, he thought he had figured out the answer. It wasn’t like he had not known that the people had not cared about that case as much as they should have but to actually see them defending this man, to see that the people thought those victims weren’t worth to get justice, that they were seen as less than the murderer himself was something different though and it destroyed the satisfying feeling he had for sentencing that man to die. Those two men who had been in love with each other had been of his status, they had been masters too and yet the moment they had turned out gay they had been seen as dirt, as unworthy, no higher than a slave.

 

It was the slave’s voice that got him out of his depressing chain of thoughts while the auburn haired was placing the whisky onto the table and made him look up from the plate of food he had stared at but had not touched yet. “No, not now.” he declined the offer of turning on some music for him. What music should he possibly want to listen to now? He wasn’t in the mood to hear anything because his head was already full of the words and voices of that intern, the citizens interviewed on the radio and the unbelieving faces that had stared at him in the court room.

Having turned his head up to the other to answer the question he didn’t miss that the man’s hair was falling out of line and into his face, not able to deny that it made him look even more attractive in a cute way. So he looked at that face for a few seconds before he finally started to eat his meal.

 

He noticed with the first bite that it tasted different than the dish usually did. However though it tasted different it was still quite good and totally eatable so he didn’t complain and ate it while taking the occasional gulp of the whisky.

The judge sat in complete silence while he ate and getting something in his stomach combined with the whisky enabled him to let go of his work a little and think about something else. His blue eyes were travelling to Ezra again, looking at the naked younger man and that warm smile of his. For a mere moment his heart skipped one beat at still being looked at like this. It was probably a misjudgement or some illusion he had fallen for right in that second but somehow he believed to see loyalty in that gaze. Similar as to when he looked into the true and loyal eyes of Percival.

He wanted to shake his head in an attempt to get the nonsense out of his mind again but he didn’t do it and just averted his eyes back to his plate.

 

When he had finished eating and had emptied the glass of whisky he stood from his chair and his blue eyes stared directly into the brown ones of the servant. “Follow me into the living room. You will clean up later.” His voice sounded indifferently as he grabbed the glass and passed by the bar and took the bottle of whisky with him as he walked into the living room. The man placed the whisky and the glass onto the coffee table before he threw himself onto the dark brown chesterfield sofa, pouring himself another glass of whisky.

 

At the attempt of Percival to jump right onto the sofa next to his owner the blond man stopped the dog, telling him to go lay on the fur of a brown bear that was laying in front of the fireplace, the head of the bear looking as if it was just about to attack. Taking another gulp of whisky he turned his head to the auburn haired slave, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to figure him out before his gaze was going back to normal again.

“Lighten the fireplace and then sit down on the sofa!” he ordered, nodding at the large open space next to him. The sofa was huge and it had place for three to four people, depending on how they sat on it. Fred himself was sitting in the right corner, one arm on the backrest, the other on the armrest, his legs wide apart, head raised leaning back examining the naked slave waiting for him to obey his command and take a seat on the sofa.

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Unlike what he had been expecting his master didn’t say a word about his hesitation to give him his food. He didn’t scold him, or tell him to remake it. He didn’t take away his dinner or tell him he needed a punishment later. Something was wrong, Ezra let his eyes slide over the mans face but nothing there told him what was going on. Percival was the only real explanation he got, the dog was practically in the judges lap and that was unusual for dinner. Something had gone down at work today and the judge was keeping it hidden. To the offer of music Ezra was shocked to hear him say no. He tilted his head a little his eyes looking into the other mans as he seemed to look over his face before eating his dinner.

 

The slave leaned against a chair probably a foot away from the master, listening to the sound of silverware hit the glass plate. He wanted to ask, wanted to say something to make him feel better. Wanted to lift his spirits and make him mischievous again. Sure he didn’t want to be humiliated again but if it made the master happy he would have rather preferred that over this sad judge. The slave was in his own thoughts for a little while, not catching the soft glimpses of the judge or even the small hint of something stirring inside of him.

 

Ezra thought he was so weird. Wanting to please a master not as a slave but as his equal. To make this man happier than he had ever been…He was stupid to think that a slave like himself would even be wanted like that. He had heard of slaves falling in love with their masters, or rather citizens, and being bought out of slavery to be with them. But this was never a homosexual relationship it was almost always heterosexual and the slave was in good standing. Having no-rank was almost as bad as being a slave but at least they could be with who they wanted to. A long time ago Ezra wanted that, to be treated with so much care and love that someone would shell out millions of dollars to buy out his rank. This of course was a fitting dream of a child and once he was put into the system he realized that was unnatural and was unlikely. He was always told that he would be alone and his loyalty would be only for his master and no one else. Was it so strange to think that he could fall in love with his master?

 

His thoughts were wrecked when he heard the others indifferent voice sliding over the entirely silent room. Ezra pushed off from the chair and watched him pick up his glass and the bottle of whisky and head to the living room. It was a little unnerving to see but apparently whatever it had been today was enough to push his master to drink early. Ezra peered at the table wanting to clean it up but instead quickly followed behind his master his hands uneasily sliding before him. He stood in the huge living room peering around a moment and making sure he had indeed cleaned this room well. He heard his next order and looked over to the master, having just missed that little narrowing of the eyes.

 

“Yes sir.” He thought it strange that the master wanted him to sit on the couch with him. Most slaves were always cast off to the side to stand by a wall laying in wait if their master needed anything. Before this he was only permitted to use his bedroom and bathroom. All the other rooms were left for his master. A small flame of excitement bore into his chest as he found his way to the fireplace easily turning it on, hearing it roar to life. He took the liberty of figuring it out today while the master was out, and while he cleaned it, so he wouldn’t look stupid if the master had asked him to do just this. The citizens had had one but it wasn’t anything this fancy.

 

When he finished he straightened his body back out and rounded Percival and the bear that was in the center of the floor and made his way to the sofa. He decided the master hadn’t inclined for him to sit so close to him but he sat on the sofa cushion that was one away from the one the master was on. The feeling of the couch on his bare cheeks was rather satisfying. It was soft, and the couch was comfortable, meaning it was expensive. He sighed softly, realizing he hadn’t sat down other than to eat breakfast and lunch today. After a moment he decided he would look over to his master, his brown eyes sliding across the couch drinking in the mans profile. They were almost eye to eye if the man before him wasn’t so tall. Ezra felt for one moment like they were equals, if he hadn’t been naked it would have been even better.

 

He knew this wouldn’t last so he tried to enjoy it the best he could. He blinked away with a smile. He didn’t even know what to say he was just happy that he wasn’t being treated like a dog in that moment. A leg moved and he crossed them leaning his arm onto his thigh so he could hold his head in one of his hands as he peered into the fire. The orange flames danced over his pale skin casting shadows of all shapes over his body. It was a nice atmosphere and as the fire started to grow the room got warmer and suddenly being naked wasn’t so bad. His nipples didn’t feel so hard and the metal around his dick wasn’t biting. His eyes closed a moment as he felt the soft kiss of the fire, it wasn’t very often that he got to enjoy something like this. Until his master called another order he was going to enjoy it. The master didn’t seem in the cruel mood tonight anyway and it seemed like Ezra would have to soothe a drunk man later tonight.

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Glover emptied the glass of whisky and poured himself another one having been aware of how the slave had looked at him when he had taken the bottle with him into the living room. It wasn’t that uncommon for him to have days where he ended up drinking harder things and out of his usual drinking schedule, mostly when he was feeling too many emotions which he had to kill by drowning them in alcohol. Frederick didn’t know how to deal with emotions and he never talked about anything that concerned him as a person with anyone. So he could either eat it up or numb it and he usually numbed it. The blond top-judge was an incredibly functional alcoholic since years without anyone knowing. He strictly planned his drinking so that he functioned perfectly. Hence he usually only drank wine before he went to sleep on working days and the harder stuff during the weekends. He also had not always been at two bottles of wine every night. It had been two glasses at the beginning.

 

He leaned back again turning the glass in his hand staring into it before his gaze moved away from the liquid and towards the servant who was lightening the fire place. It gave Fred the perfect view of the young man’s naked body and in the moment his blue eyes were like super-glued onto that pale arse again as the man was bending down to lighten it. The blond felt how he got turned on slightly and it made an actual playful spark reappear in his eyes. His feeling of desire was coming back furthered by the alcohol in his blood and he anticipated continuing where he had started in the morning. Enthralling Ezra and making him desperately crave to be fucked by him. To make him beg. He wanted him to beg him for his cock, beg him to take him and ravage him.

 

The eyes of the judge didn’t let go of the naked slave and followed him from the fireplace to the sofa, seeing how the bare skin of the man’s arse met the leather of Frederick’s sofa, the flames in the fireplace reflecting in his blue eyes. Just sitting there, not moving, not blinking, just staring, Glover looked over to the auburn haired who seemed to be at ease as he had placed himself there. He seemed almost happy! Another thing that the blond could not grasp about this man! Why on Earth was that bloody slave happy? He had no reason to be, he was a slave, he was naked, his cock was trapped in a cage and he had no rights and had to do everything Fred said, regardless of how humiliating it was. So if anyone should have felt unhappy it was this lowlife. But instead it was him! It was Frederick, the master, the rich superhuman who was incredibly unhappy internally. Not only during that moment but he wasn’t a happy man in general. He didn’t even know how happiness felt like, he had no idea when he had last felt it if he even ever had. It made him furious that this servant was happy and he was not and he wanted to show the other that he had no reason to be happy because of the position he had and he would continue driving him into desperation sexually.

 

Frederick just wanted to make a cold, degrading remark towards the man, when he saw the brown eyes blink away and that smile on this face of the younger man and he could feel how his heart flickered strangely another time looking into that handsome face as it smiled. Glover liked that smile and that was why it made him uncomfortable as he should not like it. The man was not supposed to be touched by the smile of someone who was dirt compared to his status. But there was no denying it. His bloody heart that was wrapped in armour of stone was beating as if it was on ecstasy and the man was starting to feel odd. Not in a sexual way though. He immediately downed the glass of whisky completely as in an attempt to wash that strange feeling away together with all those awful ones he already knew too well.

 

Placing the empty glass back onto the coffee table his cold eyes roamed over Ezra’s body. However the man was sitting way too far away from him for what he had planned to do with him. “Get closer!” he ordered but he didn’t wait for the man to move or not to move but grabbed the servant’s waist and pulled him onto the seat next to him impatiently. Being closer he looked down, his eyes clearly displaying his lust again as they were taking in the other’s torso and caged dick. The judge’s strong hand let go of the other’s waist and for a moment he looked at the younger male with narrowed eyes again before he let one hand travel up the man’s thigh from his knee, then over the side of his torso to his rosy nipple. He let the other hand join in on the other nipple and his fingers started teasing them slightly at first, circling around them, brushing over them, playing with them before he pinched and pulled them and got rougher in his doings and the way he touched the other man. Gosh, he had wanted to torture and then caress those lewd nipples since he had seen how them erect and perfectly visible under that tight shirt.

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After what seemed like forever the masters eyes finally left his body and Ezra felt like he could breathe again. This entire time the mans eyes had been boring into his back and he couldn’t function with the masters hard gaze on him. It was so strange, he stared at him, drank him in with his eyes and yet here he was not even touching him or saying anything. The master simply sat, staring at him for what seemed like eternity. He didn’t know if he would even stop, that’s how strange it was. The master for sure must have had a rough day at work for he had already had at least two glasses of whisky within the time it took for dinner to happen. Ezra was a little worried about him…he didn’t smile ever he didn’t even laugh. The slave wondered how hard his life must be, without laughter in it or even an ounce of a smile. It must be exhausting.

 

Those eyes were glued to him, seeming to drink in his smile and relaxed nature on the sofa. The slave couldn’t help but look at the master, hoping that he was okay and that smile warming the room. Something strange happened then, and the master didn’t bother to say anything. Ezra felt…happy that the master was at least happy with him. That he was able to satisfy him enough that he wouldn’t be screamed at again tonight. Then again, maybe his master didn’t have the energy for it.

 

The slave worriedly watched as the master downed the last of the glass and his body stretched out putting it on the coffee table. Then, those cold blue eyes found their way back to him and he couldn’t help but look away. It was strange though, the master ordered him to get closer but instead of waiting for Ezra, who was about to agree and move, he picked him up by his waist pulling him closer. This caused a surprised gasp from the slave and then a light laugh escaped his lips as if it was just a breath. The slave now sitting next to his master, almost thigh to thigh, peered up at his master wondering what it was he wanted with him.

 

That was when he realized it, those blue eyes were filled with lust and want. Ezra knew all too well that he was going to be touched again tonight for the judges entertainment. His brown eyes blinked up into those blue ones that narrowed down to him and he wondered just what it was he was thinking. Those huge hands slid over his knee and up his thigh, pulling a light sigh from Ezra. It was the gentlest touch Glover had given him in a long while. It was refreshing and nice and it didn’t seem to stop as it slid over and up his torso to his nipples.

 

It was rather warm so they weren’t as hard and perky as before but as he felt those fingers slide over them he couldn’t help but blush as they started to get hard. They were light touches at first, just lightly massaging the skin around his nipple and then brushing his fingers over them but it didn’t stay like this. Although Ezra liked this gentle master he couldn’t hold back a low moan from leaving his lips as his sensitive nipples were pinched and pulled, the man getting rougher with him. His hands shifted a little and he tightened them against the couch, his chest unconsciously rising to meet the others hands.

 

The slave tilted his face to the side, his hair sliding over his pink cheeks as his eyes closed. For some reason the man was embarrassed for being turned on by such a silly thing. Not only that but he was more than happy to be touched by Glover in such a gentle way. He didn’t want him to be angry with him, he didn’t want him to be too rough with him. He didn’t want his first time to be regrettable. His eyes flickered open and he peered up at his master with his lips slightly parted, “Master…?” he asked softly, not really as a question but more of as if calling out his name and wondering if it was alright to do so.

 

He wanted to crawl into the mans lap, let his back rest against that broad chest, and let this man do whatever he wanted to him. He wanted to be at the judges mercy and he wouldn’t be satisfied until that happened. This was the first time the judge had ever touched him with his own hands and that alone was a feat Ezra didn’t think he would ever accomplish. Not only that but he wanted to sit on his lap, straddle him, and ride him into tomorrow and wash all those worries about his work away. He knew that the master wasn’t going to take him, not until he asked for it.