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

[-Hideki-]

Obviously the slave had not seen any of that coming. Not even that Glover was impatient enough to pull him over what was met by the other with a gasp and a weird laugh that the judge didn’t quite understand. Was he laughing about Fred? About himself? Or about the situation? He didn’t know and in that moment he didn’t care. Though he would have never admitted it and wasn’t that aware about it himself he didn’t solely want to drive the younger man into desperation, he wanted to feel and touch and be close and intimate, to overcome the loneliness caused by the feeling of standing completely alone in the world and that nagging emptiness that this stupid case had made prevailing again. It wasn’t like he hadn’t got such urges before so he knew that he could get them, he was a person with different facets too, he was not solely kinky, he just hated when he got that urge to be close to someone with all of his might as he didn’t want to have it, didn’t want to feel this way and would have liked to kill that feeling off again but it seemed this time it didn’t want to die that easily.

 

After he had begun to tease the man’s nipples it didn’t take long at all and they were standing erect and when he was getting more eager and rougher the auburn haired moaned and Fred realised how the man’s fingers were curling up into the leather of the sofa. It made him pull harder before he rubbed them and then pinched them again when the other was automatically leaning his chest into the touch. It also didn’t escape him how the man was getting embarrassed over the arousal caused by such an action what made that bad excuse for a smirk appear on Glover’s face and his eyes were shining – what was mostly due to the alcohol as he had nearly drunken a frigging bottle of whisky by now – as he looked into those brown eyes of Ezra where he could see that he was turned on. That only left Frederick with the goal to get him more aroused, to set the younger man on fire, to make his body bend and yearn for him.

 

The first to moan his title was the auburn haired man’s voice though and not his body screaming for him and something about this made heat shoot through the blond judge, feeling it tingling in his pants. “Hmm.” He made a humming noise in response to the way the other had spoken his name in a pleasured and soft way and he wanted the servant to exclaim his title more, he wanted to hear him scream it, he wanted the way he said it to get more and more horny and more craving and needy. If it wasn’t granted to him to ever hear someone screaming and moaning his name filled with desire and love than at least his title. It wasn’t the same but it was the closest he could get. The blond man despite of his status would never get truly loved just as he would never love, it would be too dangerous and men like him who were caught usually didn’t get a happy ending! Life was cruel, it was unfair and it would never change. Not in hundreds of years. So if he would never experience the privilege of being loved than he wanted to at least be admired and worshipped by that slave.

 

When his eyes went down to watch as he pinched and pulled the other’s nipples, sometimes harder sometimes less hard, he felt a burning on his lips and the same desire he had had when he had looked at those bloody nipples before came into his mind. On the other hand he had originally not wanted to get his mouth onto the other man’s body that soon. To hell with his plan though! He wanted to do this, so he would! Glover took one hand away from the other’s nipple as he leaned down and forward bringing his lips to the salty skin of the auburn haired man’s chest. Fred was slightly biting the man’s skin, letting his lips travel down to one of his nipples, taking it carefully between his teeth, biting and pulling lightly, giving the hard nipple some more torture before he changed attitudes again. He made his tongue lick and play with the nipple while the other nipple was now massaged by the formally rough hand of the man. Before he started to eagerly suck on that rosy nipple he even kissed it. Fred was sucking rather vigorously, one hand still stimulating the other nipple, while the unoccupied hand was reaching down between Ezra’s legs, stroking over the caged cock with his finger before firmly grabbing the younger male’s balls.

[Shisu-Chan00]

It was so strange, this encounter with his master didn’t feel like anything they had experienced with one another. Something seemed off, Ezra wanted to question it but his body was being racked again and again from the mans hands. It was just a teasing motion on his nipples, pulling and pinching at them as if they were toys. The slave was breathing heavily and he couldn’t help but lean into his master some, wanting more of his touch. Their eyes collided with one another and he couldn’t pull away for Ezra thought he saw something there that he hadn’t ever seen before. Possibly the booze was pulling out a more emotional side of Glover and he kind of liked it.

 

The soft “hmm” to his keening call for the master was apparently not warrented with a real answer. He lightly bit his bottom lip as he tried not to let another moan slide from his lips. He didn’t think it was very manly of him to be a blubbering, hard mess infront of this man so soon. Then again his cock was caged and he felt it pressing hard against the metal, as if crying out that it wanted out. He would have to beg the master to unlock his cock and touch him soon enough or he was going to explode. His hips shifted a little and his legs unconsciously parted as if inviting the master to touch what he wanted, and where he wanted. Light pants were escaping his lips as he looked up into those blue eyes wondering just what his plan was tonight.

 

Then everything changed as the master stopped, his nipples left hard and red from the attack the master had been doing to him. Ezra watched as that blonde head leaned down and ran his lips over his chest, pulling a shiver from the slave. “ngh...” he tilted his body up to meet the masters lips letting out a light moan as his abused nipple was pulled into the warmth of the mans mouth. It almost soothing the abuse from before and he couldn’t help but want to slide his hands into the mans hair and pull him closer. The light nips pulled out a surprised gasp but nothing more, his nipples far too sensitive to the pain to really mind a little biting here and there. Then again when the master bit down and lightly pulled Ezra felt his hips shiver and his cock twitch against the hard metal that kept it prisoner.

 

The attitude changed once more and he was gentle again. Licking over his nipples and lightly massaging them letting Ezra relax for a moment as he sighed in pure bliss and want. The soft touch of the master was welcomed and he let a hand tighten into the leather again wanting so badly to be fisting it into the masters hair instead. The kisses and sucking were like fire on his sensitive skin and he let out little whimpers as his body was bombarded with a mix of friction from his master. Ezra hadn’t expected such a physical interaction between the two of them so early on, he had assumed the master was planning on keeping him in agony till he begged him to fuck him. Of course, Ezra at the moment wasn’t far from begging him.

 

As a hand roamed down between his legs the slave slid them apart further his hips reaching up to meet the others hands. “Ngh…master…” He lightly moaned out his name leaning his head back against the couch. “It hurts…” he pleaded softly shaking his head lightly. “Take it off please…please take it off…” he keened his lewd eyes half-lidded with lust as he looked down at his master who was sucking on his nipples. The slaves cheeks were rosy to match his nipples and his cock was twitching hard, wanting so badly to become fully erect. “Master…” He breathed out his title wanting to touch the master in return but knowing it would not be welcomed. He wanted to pull his pink lips into his own and kiss him, to moan against his lips or to straddle his lap and do as he liked. He wanted to unbutton his shirt, pull it apart, and kiss down his chest to his clothed cock and let it free. Sucking it before riding him into tomorrow releasing both of their pent up agony. Of course, this was only a dream and he highly doubted the master was willing to let a slave take the initiative here.

[-Hideki-]

He was very aware of the constant whimpers of the servant as he sucked and kissed that nipple of his and it was also obvious how the younger male’s hips were immediately sliding even wider apart and pressing up into his touch, apparently longing for it when his hand was travelling down between the man’s legs to tease the caged cock and massage the other’s balls. The way the other moaned his title had been expected but what followed exceeded his expectations though as he somehow had managed to reach the goal of the auburn haired begging and pleading him to free his cock from its imprisonment now already wining that it hurt and it should hurt, this was the very purpose of the cage to deprive the man from feeling sexual pleasure as long as his cock was trapped in it.

 

As soon as he had heard the other’s voice exclaiming that it hurt he had looked up into that face and he had seen Ezra, that handsome younger man, drown in lust with a lewd expression on his face, everything in his expression and attitude screaming that he yearned for his cock to grow, for being fucked. But the pleading and the submission was visible as well and also clear to hear when the man begged him to take off the cage and free him. All those factors combined turned Fred on and an incredibly deep and low growl was to hear from him sending vibrations onto the man’s nipple while his dick was twitching and blood was starting to flow downstairs. It aroused him to be begged like that and his own desire was growing. The desire to touch and be touched and to ravage his handsome salves arse! It was tempting to take that cage off, stroke and feel that heated bare cock of the other before pounding him hard and fucking the other’s brain out. He would be patient though as this wasn’t enough just yet! The judge wanted the other more desperate, so desperate that he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to be begged and pleaded more intensely. The mere thought was making his dick hard in his pants.

 

Fred got his lips away from that hard, rosy nipple but he didn’t stop to squeeze and massage the man’s balls. The judge didn’t say anything; just the mischievousness had come back into his hungry gaze that made it quite clear that he wanted the other man. He let the fingers of his other hand brush down the side of the servant’s torso, his eyes constantly on the brown ones of the slave until he suddenly stopped touching the other completely. Turning away a little, grabbing the bottle of whisky and emptying the remains in the bottle at once, before turning back to Ezra again, ice blue staring into warm brown again when the blond’s fingers got rid of his black tie, throwing it onto the coffee table, before slowly undoing the buttons of his white shirt. The man knew that the servant was as attracted to his body as he was to the other’s and he also knew that the younger man had gotten rock hard again after just having cum before merely through sucking Fred’s cock. When he had undone all the buttons he carelessly threw the shirt somewhere granting the other a complete view of his defined torso and hairy chest.

 

As sudden as he had let go of the other he was grabbing a hold of him again, pulling the man even closer towards himself, gazing into the other’s eyes before nodding down into the direction of the bulge in his pants that were still closed “Suck my dick!” he demanded sounding a lot like the first time but then he added:”I give you permission to use your hands and to touch me for now.” It wouldn’t be a face fuck like the day before, he didn’t only allow the other to touch him this time he would touch the younger male while he was orally stimulating him as well. His intention was not to get sucked off, cum and leave the slave again, he wanted to make Ezra more aroused and more desperate, he wanted to make him plead more and he wanted that the other would make him fully erect to fuck that slutty hole properly afterwards.

[Shisu-Chan00]

It seemed the begging wasn’t enough for his master for there was no relief on his cock as the man against him started to lightly touch his nipples again. He couldn’t help it but his hips were moving against his hands that were touching his cock trying, and failing, to get himself hard like he wanted to. He felt so embarrassed to be begging but as those icy eyes connected with his own he felt warm and like this was exactly what he wanted. The deep and low growl that came from his master was a shock to him and he blushed lightly at the fact he could pull such a reaction from him. It was a nice feeling to be seen as something that this man wanted.

 

That cage didn’t get pulled off and it seemed that wasn’t the only thing he couldn’t have anymore. His masters lips slid off his nipple making him lightly whimper against him wanting more but seeming that this man wasn’t going to be doing that anymore. He let his fingers slide over Ezra’s sides pulling a shiver from his body only for him to be finished touching him completely. Sadness and disappointment filled his chest as he sat up a little bit on the couch, his eyes watching as the master grabbed the bottle and threw the remaining booze back like it was water.

 

The master didn’t say anything as he started to loosen his tie before removing it completely, throwing it onto the table. Ezra couldn’t help his eyes from wandering down the others chest as he started to undo each button slowly. As if doing a little strip tease. The shirt was then thrown away and the slave was about to say something about it getting dirty but his body was being touched by his master. He was pulled up really close to him and every word he might of said slipped his mind. He was holding onto the masters forearms because of the sudden movement to him that he didn’t want to fall so he was using him for support.

 

The request didn’t shock him and he looked over to him a little before he nodded. “Yes master.” He moved his hands off the others forearm looking up to him a moment before lightly letting his hands roam over his toned stomach. He peeked up at him again as if he was going to get scolded for such touches but the master had said he could use his hands. He shifted getting on his knees on the couch, his upper body over the mans lap as he undid his slacks. He tilted his head to the side, his hair falling away from his face as he leaned down running his tongue over the tip of his master’s cock.

 

He wanted to beg for it to be deep inside of him, to be penetrating him over and over again. He just didn’t want to beg just yet, not again. His eyes closed as he slid his tongue down the side of his masters cock, one hand putting pressure on the tip as he let his tongue move down its length. His mouth moved to the masters balls pulling one into his mouth with a light moan before sucking on it. He let it pop out of his mouth with a very wet and erotic sound before his tongue slid up the underside of his cock again before pulling it into his mouth.

 

A hand stroked down his cock as his mouth pulled the length in deeper. He moaned weakly around the head of his cock before slowly starting to bob his head. His hand was stroking him while his mouth was sucking him off. His brown eyes flicked up at the master his free hand on the masters thigh for support because his ass was in the air for he was bent over the masters lap. Something in him wanted the master to finger him while he sucked him off, knowing all too well he would go insane if he couldn’t touch himself or if this man didn’t fuck him tonight.

 

If they got through all this and the master came in his mouth and just left he would be in for a long night. He wouldn’t be able to do it sitting in his room all alone. He would need something, anyting or he was going to go crazy. He wanted this man more than anything in that moment and he could feel his slutty hole twitching at the thought of this mans huge cock sliding into his ass. He couldn’t help it, the want no need that coursed through his veins when the master started to touch him.

 

Ezra was only human and he needed relief too. He needed to feel wanted, to feel loved. Even though this man would never love him being held by someone was better than spending the rest of his life alone and only holding himself. He needed someone else, he needed his master. Sure he was kinky and sometimes vile and mean but tonight he was gentle and nice, seeming to want Ezra more than ever. He was also showing some emotion, which was new for the slave but he wasn’t complaining. He liked the small hints here and there that he could pick up from his master. It was like he was learning how to read him just right. None of this mattered right now, all that mattered was the cock in his mouth and pleasing his master.

[-Hideki-]

The slave acknowledged the order by saying ‘Yes master’ but even though he had said that he took his hands off of his forearm and just looked up into his cold blue eyes not doing anything. Fred was already about to get pissed and scold him as he was taking that much time to do as he had told before he felt the servant’s hands touching his body, roaming over his stomach and his abs. Although Glover’s face had not changed one bit and was as straight as before he was enjoying that Ezra touched him. Enjoying the feeling of the man’s hands wandering over his body, that warm skin on his own. He had been touched before but only exactly where he had ordered and not in such a caressing and exploring but yet hesitant manner. It got obvious to him why the younger male had just stared at him for a moment when the other questioningly looked up to him again, he had not been sure if he was actually supposed to touch the judge’s body like this. Granted Frederick had not expected the man to touch his torso but he was glad that he did, he liked it.

 

It didn’t take long though and the touch ended as the servant shifted and got on his knees leaning over his lap opening his pants making his cock spring free into the auburn haired male’s face. The next moment he felt the man’s wet tongue on the tip of his cock and it made a sudden spark of electricity shoot through him.

His icy eyes were locked onto the man while the other was licking down his length pressing onto the tip of his dick with his hand. Next thing he knew was that the tongue abandoned his dick and went over to his balls pulling one into his mouth completely. Vibration was send against it when the younger male moaned before he began sucking it and Fred liked it, getting more aroused, wanting to feel more and to have his cock stimulated more intensely. When his ball was popping out of his slave’s mouth he could hear a lewd and erotic sound and it was definitely turning him on more especially when he felt that tongue sliding at the underside of his manhood again, electrifying him.

 

When his dick was pulled into Ezra’s mouth while a hand was stroking him at the same time the other was sucking his cock deeper into his mouth, Glover took in a heavy breath. The moan against the sensitive head of his dick only made him anticipate for the other to take him into his mouth completely and to give him head, to make him feel good, to cloud his mind not only with alcohol but with pleasure too even more and more impatiently. Finally he felt the other bobbing his head whilst stroking him with his hand and Fred was leaning back into the sofa the pleasure starting to increase, the sparks getting more regular and intense. Just as the slave held eye contact the judge was not taking his blue eyes away from the younger one as well, careful to not make too much facial expression and to keep his face as blank as possible though he was clearly heating up, his body temperature and breath on the rise.

 

His eyes couldn’t resist the temptation and wandered off for a moment, travelling over the servant’s body getting hooked on that arse that was raised high into the air, seeing that greedy rosy hole of the auburn haired twitch obviously craving to be ravaged by his throbbing veiny dick. Glover let one of his hands stroke down the younger male’s back, feeling the heated pale skin of the other, letting his fingers run down the man’s side until they reached that lifted arse and the exposed hole. The blond male was letting his fingers brush over the man’s entrance, then rubbing and feeling it, putting pressure onto it before he was prodding and teasing it with his finger. Playing with that hole didn’t only have an effect on the slave though; it also turned him on and made him want to bury himself inside and fuck it hard badly.

 

Glover had to repress a moan as he was made to feel great, impressed about the other’s skills yet another time, but he managed to keep quiet and not let another sound escape himself. That he was starting to pant and to breath heavier he couldn’t hide though. And the hungry and heated eyes spoke for themselves as well, when he started to thrust his hips automatically, making his cock go deeper into the other’s mouth.

 

For a moment he got his hand off of the auburn haired male’s hole but only to spit onto it to use the salvia as lubricant as he didn’t have some flying around in the living room and he would definitely not go up and get it out of the bedroom room or down into the cellar. And since his cock was definitely much thicker than that walking cane there was preparation needed, at least some. He certainly could have fucked him raw but he didn’t want to or felt a reason to in that particular moment.

 

Frederick was entering one finger applying the salvia on the outside and into the hole, moving his finger a little before pressing onto the man’s prostate. The judge moved that finger a few times before he already added another one using more speed and strength to finger fuck him and to hit that sweet spot again and again.

Focussing on giving the other pleasure and to arouse him more, to make him beg more desperately took some focus away from his facial expression and suppressing any noises and from time to time some muscles in his face twitched and muffled down sounds escaped him as he was feeling great, starting to bath in pleasure. Without really realising it his other hand was moving to Ezra’s head, pressing him down while thrusting up, his fingers burying themselves into that auburn mane while at this point three fingers of his other hand were penetrating his servant’s hole.

[Shisu-Chan00]

He knew that his master was easily frustrated and specially now, with a night full of stress and booze he seemed to be having less of a fuse. Ezra just didn’t want to push it with touching his master so openly, it didn’t feel demanding. It felt like it was all mutual, that they weren’t master and slave but possibly lovers that were enjoying a night together. When Ezra finally started touching his master he could tell almost instantly that he was enjoying it. Sure the man was rather unreadable on his face but he could tell by those icy blue eyes that the man was enjoying it. His hands roaming over his body, his mouth teasing his cock before taking it into his mouth. It was all just apart of the teasing Ezra had planned. Sure, he was the master, but the slave was holding the upper hand at the moment.

 

Ezra felt a soft moan leave his lips once more as his mouth opened wider, pulling the masters cock into his mouth fully feeling his lips touch the base of his cock. His eyes watered a bit but it wasn’t all that bad. Ezra was rather used to it now having been face fucked the night before, his throat was still sore but that didn’t mean he couldn’t please his master. Those eyes once more just held onto him, watching him. He could hear the intake of breathe, long anticipated pleasure wafting over his master as he sank into the couch enjoying the head he was giving him. As much as the master was impatient the slave was going to use it to his advantage. It made the reward so much sweeter.

 

Ezra blinked a few times trying to get the water from them as his eyes didn’t leave his masters. They were talking with their eyes and it made Ezra squirm with anticipation and need. This man was perfect, everything he wanted and more and he couldn’t even have him. He could hear it, his breathe speeding up and his body getting warmer. As much as he didn’t want to a flicker of expression formed on his face in the form of a twitch and Ezra figured he would take it as a win for the night.

 

When their eyes finally broke the connection Ezra could feel goosebumps travel over his body. Those eyes penetrating his skin as they roamed over his figured, hunched over the mans lap sucking his dick like it was his favorite ice cream. As the hand roamed over his back Ezra shivered lightly, his back moving to meet the hand as if he had been waiting for this man to touch him all day. A light whimper left his lips, wanting so badly to feel this cock deep inside him. The light brush of his fingers sent a wave of fire down to his crotch only to find that he was constricted. Another moan left his lips but this was muffled by the cock in his mouth, his eyes closing as he felt a finger slide into him.

 

Ezra’s hips moved up to meet the finger inside of him, wanting so badly for it to be something else. He was enjoying himself and when the judge let the finger slide out of him he whimpered in pure disappointment his tongue swirling over the tip of the judges cock. He could feel sticky pre-cum between his legs, his cock screaming to get hard from the stimulation his body was getting. The masters hips started thrusting up into his mouth causing a soft gasp to leave the slave and he lowered his mouth deeper on the mans cock with a light choking sound. Saliva sliding down the judges cock and pooling at the base only for his hands to wipe it away. The judges cock was slimy with saliva making it very easy to slide in and out of his mouth. The thrusting didn’t bother him too much, least it wasn’t incredibly rough.

 

It was more than a surprise to feel the cold wet saliva against his entrance. He peered up to the master a moment as if questioning him but instead just went with it. His eyebrows pushing together as the mans fingers slid back into him, pulling a soft moan from the slave. One of Ezra’s free hands was on the judges thigh, lightly tightening his fingers there as his prostate was brushed up against by the finger. His hips starting to push back into those fingers as his mouth did what it was supposed to do with the masters cock.

 

Moans came quicker and quicker and the pain in his lower abdomen grew stronger. He wanted something bigger, something better, and yet here he was getting off from the judges fingers. Every so often Ezra could hear a light groan coming from his master, assuming this was a stifled moan and his accomplished feeling grew. It was nice to know he was good at this. His eyes flicked up to the mans face watching him a moment seeing it twitch every so often. Ezra wanted so badly to watch this mans façade crack. He wanted to see what he looked like wracked with pleasure and need and he wanted to hear moans escaping his lips as he realized he was enjoying himself.

 

A light whimper left the slaves lips as a hand roamed into his hair, the feeling oddly comforting even as it pushed his head further down on his cock. He didn’t mind it, it meant he was doing good enough for his master to forget some things. He moaned around him as the others hips started thrusting up into him, a hand lightly gripping onto the master as he moved his cock deep into his mouth. Burying himself inside of him one way or another. Moans left his lips again and again and he knew he must have looked like a slut with his hips working to meet those fingers. Eager for the next thrust and the next wave of pleasure and yet he couldn’t enjoy it to his fullest. When the master came he would have to beg him to take the chastity off or he was going to go insane. It hurt more now than it did when they began this, his cock throbbing against the metal that felt more hot than cold now.

 

He would have to stoop low enough to beg this man to fuck him hard. To make him feel good and to put all his frustrations, stresses, and worries into his body. To use him the most he wanted and in return Ezra would get to feel good. Of course, he didn’t think the master was going to fuck him tonight, even with the amount of booze he had consumed. He had told him that he would have to beg really really hard for that. Then again tonight was full of surprises and he was enjoying them none the less. For once he just wished Frederick could enjoy a night where he didn’t have to be someone he wasn’t. Where he could be himself with Ezra…yet he knew that he was nothing more than a slave and this action he was doing right now was all he was good for.

[-Hideki-]

Frederick’s cock was buried deep into the younger male’s throat and the tightness around the tip of his cock made the judge feel amazing. The vibration send from Ezra’s naughty moans made it even better not to mention the lewd view he had of the other.

The salvia was dripping out of the auburn haired male’s mouth as he was bobbing his head and sucking dick as he did nothing else whilst his hips were greedily and desperately moving to feel the blond’s fingers more though his cock was restricted and couldn’t get hard. The servant looked like a submissive slutty boy in that moment and it turned Glover on since it was playing into his kink that he was at the moment not even acting on completely.

 

Pre-cum was starting to leak out of his own dick as well though it was not dripping onto the leather of the expensive sofa like Ezra’s did but into the mouth and throat of the slave and at this point he knew that if this was to continue like that for some time he would cum inside of the younger man’s mouth again- That however was not what he had wanted when he had asked the other to suck his dick. He had not wanted to just shoot his load down the other’s throat again and be done with it. He wanted to fuck! He wanted to ravage that tiny little hole of that slutty slave so hard that the other would walk funny the other day. But he didn’t want to do this without being begged properly and desperately beforehand. Before he wouldn’t get the other into desperation he wouldn’t fuck him. Apparently the other was too stubborn to do so though. It couldn’t be that the auburn haired didn’t crave it, that his body wasn’t aching for it because the man’s body was making that clear to him the way his hole clenched around his fingers sucking them in. So the blond would have to improvise again, trying something else though he didn’t know whether that would work or not. In the end he had the upper hand anyway as he was the master and the other a slave. His dick was free and Fred could give himself release or to order the other to do so whenever he wanted. Ezra however couldn’t cum without the judge’s mercy freeing him from the chastity cage around his dick that was keeping him from doing so and was causing him pain if aroused.

 

His fingers were clawing deeper into the other’s hair as he pulled the man’s head away from his cock on it, not able to keep himself from being somewhat rough and inflicting some pain at that moment, especially considering that he was not pleased about the fact that the other was acting stubborn and apparently was not desperate enough just yet. If he wouldn’t get him to that point he would have to use another strategy. He would fuck his face to get off himself that night and then ignore that man completely when it came to touches or anything except for orders regarding the household for a few days letting him swelter in chastity, maybe he wouldn’t even fuck his face but just leave and masturbate.

But for now he would try something less drastic. Though he had pulled his own cock out of the warm wet mouth of the other that was now pulsating and twitching exposed to the cool air, standing like a rod of steel, craving attention, his fingers had not stopped stimulating the other and hitting that prostate. For a moment Fred had even increased the speed and the pressure he put into the thrusts of his fingers that were fucking the other’s hole, until he suddenly stopped moving them completely and pulled out all three of them, leaving the hole gaping and empty. His hand then moved to tease and squeeze the other’s balls giving them some attention before he tortured that trapped cock by touching and poking it, even snipping his fingers against it.

 

It didn’t take too long though and he was stopping that as well, retreating from touching the other, leaving the younger male with his ache, grabbing the remote control turning on the TV turning on the propaganda channel where they were speaking about their nation’s war heroes for a change.

Putting his legs up onto the coffee table, taking an expensive cigar out of the small cupboard next to the sofa lightening it, pretending to watch TV while trying to ignore how hard his dick was pulsating between his legs and how he craved to fuck that arse, curious to see what the other would do now, if he would do anything. And based on that he would think about what he would do next.

[Shisu-Chan00]

The sound of gagging, wet, and loud moans left his mouth as he felt that hard cock slam into his throat. His eyes were now watering so much it looked like he was crying and saliva was dripping from his mouth and down the others shaft each time he pulled out of his mouth only to slam his cock back down his throat. He was given a chance for air only every so often, gasping for it like it was the last water on earth. He could taste the salty pre-cum starting to leak out of the masters dick and into his mouth. Mixing with the saliva and making its way down his chin and onto the masters balls. He knew he was making a mess of things and he would have to clean them later but it was no worries for he felt relatively good at the moment. The pain mixed with the pleasure from the masters fingers was like a bitter sweet feeling. He wanted to be fucked and he knew that he might not be able to fight the want much more.

 

A hard grimace of pain shown on his face as his hair was pulled back and his mouth popped off the others dick leaving it pulsating and slippery. He groaned softly feeling those fingers curl deeper into him, the saliva running down the sides of his mouth and dripping onto the twitching length of his master. The slave was panting lightly, trying hard to keep his moans at bay but it was difficult. The master knew what he was doing and knew that Ezra couldn’t last long like this. It was too painful.

 

His hands lightly tightened against the masters legs his eyes flicking up to the man with another panting moan that sent a wave of air over the masters wet cock. “Ngh..Master…” he whispered softly as the others fingers started increasing in speed and pressure, rubbing against his prostate. If his cock hadn’t been locked away he was positive he would have came already but as he felt that wall coming he felt the pleasure quickly stop. A sad whimper left his lips as his head rested on his masters thigh, panting lightly as his hazel eyes peered up at the man.

 

Of course the teasing wasn’t over. Ezra felt another hand move down to his cock, pulling a surprised gasp from his lips as he shifted his hips into the touch. His balls were fondled, squeezed, and touched before that stopped and his caged cock was slowly poked and prodded. He moaned lowly trying his hardest not to give in but he realized that he was going to lose this battle. Before he knew it that had stopped too and he whined softly his eyes peering up at his master who seemed entirely uninterested with him, yet his throbbing cock seemed to not be done with him.

 

“Master…” he sat up at little peering at the tv then looking to his master, his voice a little hoarse from the throat fuck he had received. “Don’t stop please…I..I want you master…” he moved and crawled onto the masters lap knowing all too well it might make the master mad but he didn’t care. His hands slid down the masters chest, “Please fuck me master…my greedy hole is begging for you. Please fuck me…” he looked up at him as his caged cock lightly rubbed against the masters. “Please take this off…I want the master to use me…to use my holes I promise I’m more entertaining than the tv…” he said softly his fingers lightly roaming over the masters cock. “Please…ram this hot cock into my hole and make me scream for you..”

 

He was too needy at the moment to be embarrassed about his words. His hips lightly moving on the masters, his perky nipples hard and rubbing against the masters chest. He wanted him, and he wanted him now. His fingers weren’t good enough he had to have that thick cock. Ezra was sexy without even meaning to be, his hot and wet body was begging for this man, shivering from his touch and practically screaming for him to take him. He just hopped he was able to win his half drunk master over.

[-Hideki-]

Fred was smoking his cigar his eyes on the TV though he wasn’t paying attention to what was said. While his eyes were averted from the other and it seemed as though he would not recognise the slave still next to him on the sofa he was very aware of the auburn haired male. And after a moment that was shorter than he even had expected he could hear the hoarse voice of the younger male calling out for him, feeling those brown eyes watching him and then the TV. Glover didn’t react, he just continued smoking and looking at the screen displaying perfect disinterest regardless of him waiting impatiently for what would follow and if he was to beg him properly this time.

 

When he heard Ezra plead for him to not stop, heard him say that he wanted him that almost smirk appeared on his face again as he was self satisfied and getting excited to get the other to beg more, still not reacting. Next thing he knew though was the servant moving and crawling up onto his lap making himself known. The judge could feel the sweaty overheated skin of the younger man on his own, he felt the other’s cock and with it the metal of the chastity cage against his aching erection and there was no way of ignoring the man when he was sitting right there on his lap.

 

His cold blue eyes moved down and looked into the heated, desperate face of the auburn haired as he felt those hands sliding over the skin of his torso and through his chest hair again. When the other started to beg, really beg him this time, to fuck and use him, to ram his dick into his hole, to make him scream, even going as far as to compete with the TV stating that he was more entertaining than the program, while his caged thing was rubbing against his throbbing rod before the other was teasing his dick with his fingers, it was as if someone had exchanged Frederick’s blood with lava and his cock was set on fire, that aroused he got by it. He loved being begged like that, that alone could have made him hard if he had not been hard already, not to mention how frigging hot that bloody slave was saying those things in such a way and it made his dick twitch and pulsate even harder and made a muffled down growling sound come from deep within the blond man.

 

The blue eyes were wandering over that lewd body, the erect nipples, the moving hips that were grinding their dicks together, the shorter male’s cock trapped into a cage while he was inhaling the smoke from his cigar. As if he was calm inside, what he definitely wasn’t as he was completely in heat himself and anticipated to take that man and fuck him, he exhaled the smoke into the younger male’s face. Then he leaned over and placed the cigar into the ashtray, holding Ezra with one arm so he didn’t fall off his lap, before he let his eyes roam over that body again as if he was still deciding what he had already decided the moment the other had begged him like that. Suddenly his hands strongly grabbed the servants arse, squeezed it firmly, kneading it, spreading the cheeks, while not being able to resists those perky, rosy nipples, teasing one with his tongue before sucking and pulling again.

 

After a moment he forced himself to let go and shoved the auburn haired man down from his lap so that he fell onto the sofa next to him. Then he stood, turning off the TV, searching for something inside of the pocket of his trousers before he ridded himself off of them completely when he had found it. Making him stand there in his nakedness again, his manhood standing proudly! Fred got back onto the sofa and turned to Ezra. His blue eyes were piercing into the brown one’s of the younger one when his fingers stroked over the caged dick before he took the key and unlocked the chastity cage around it, placing the piece of metal on the coffee table.

 

His gaze moved from the other’s dark, warm eyes to the slave’s cock that was now free again and that looked just as erotic as the other’s body did in general to him. Following the impulse of wanting to touch it, to feel the heat and the skin of the other’s bare dick, the throbbing veins on it, granting it to get erect and grow in his hands, his right hands fingers brushed over it before he rubbed his thumb onto the tip, pressing onto the slit, before shoving it under the other’s foreskin letting it circle around the sensitive glans. At the same time his left hand was kneading and massaging the other’s balls, playing with them and squeezing them, not stopping to pay attention to the balls when his right hand was stroking the other’s dick some.

 

Having done that for a while he stopped, his blue eyes watching the auburn haired full of hunger and desire. His own dick was still aching and throbbing, yearning to be inside of that slutty hole of his slave. “Get on all fours.” He ordered his tone of voice clearly aroused and horny for Ezra, not even he was able to hide that at this point anymore.

[Shisu-Chan00]

For a moment Ezra thought just maybe he wasn’t going to work here. Worry and disappointment flooded his bones and he felt like he wanted to throw up. He was worried as his fingers lightly brushed against the tip of his masters cock that he was going to be thrown off and was going to be scolded. He didn’t think at all that something was going to be changed so suddenly. That…his master was going to use him like he said he was going to.

 

He watched those cold eyes move into his own and he whimpered lightly feeling a little less confident than before. Then again it didn’t seem to bother him as the master’s dick twitch in his hand and he heard a faint muffled growl. He blushed lightly and watched as his cold eyes traveled down his body once more, causing a shiver to roam up his body as if he felt the chill on its own. Ezra let out a light squeal as he was pushed back only to find a very strong arm holding him on the others lap. He had reflexively moved his hands out to grab the others shoulders worrying he was going to fall. It almost felt like he was being held, like actually being held.

 

When he put his cigar down he realized that he was protecting him from falling down. He sighed softly and wanted to nuzzle into his neck but knew their relationship wasn’t that way. He blinked up at his master who seemed to be thinking about something, it was bothering him. He wanted to know what he was thinking about because it usually meant that it had something to do with Ezra. He let his eyes focus and study those blue ones and then gasped lightly as hands grasped his ass. He blushed darkly and his hands tightened on the others shoulders as he smiled lightly.

 

He moaned lowly feeling his ass being pulled apart and squeezed. He wanted his master more than anything now, he wanted him more than the air he breathed. His chest leaned up and met the lips that circled around his nipples. He let a hand lightly roam into his hair pulling his masters head closer with a whimper. He lightly shivered as that tongue ran over his nipples. Sucking, pulling on his nipples and causing fire in his abdomen and that throbbing feeling to form in his cock again.

 

He was quickly shoved to the side and he looked a little hurt, peering up at the master. He watched the master stand, turn off the tv, and seemed to be looking for something. He looked delightful, his cock standing erect from open trousers and his strong broad chest showing in all its glory. He groaned wanting his master so badly it was hurting him, physically. He shifted a little laying on his back, his legs parting a little as he opened himself up for his master. He watched his arms moving as they looked for something in his pants before he dropped them completely.

 

HE watched him get back on the sofa and turn to him, those eyes looking into his own as a finger stroked his cock. He lightly shifted his hips only to see a key. He was more than excited as he heard the click and the metal fall from his cock. He sighed lowly his head leaning back on the couch as he felt his cock spring free, leaning against his waist. “Thank you master…” He said softly his eyes tilting and looking at his master. He hadn’t really expected his master to touch him but when he watched those eyes travel down his body to his free cock he realized he might.

 

He moaned softly as his sensitive cock was touched, the masters fingers brushing over it and rubbing his tip. He shivered hard feeling his fingers circling around the sensitive head of his cock, his fingers lightly tightening on the couch. His breathing was already speeding up, so sensitive from the constant touch and yet no reaction. His cock was hard before he knew it and he was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he looked up at his master.

 

As his fingers stopped moving he shifted a little sitting up slightly. He could see the masters throbbing cock and he wanted it. The next order was laced with lust and sex in his voice only turning on Ezra more. He ran a hand down his chest and nodded lightly before moving onto his hands and knees. He shifted a little his ass wiggling in the air. “Master, what about the sofa?” he asked turning back and looking at his master. He lowered his chest down to the sofa, his back stretched out and his ass high in the air ready for his master. His cock was already throbbing and he didn’t really care about the sofa and he didn’t think his master did either. Soft whimpers and pants left his lips as he parted his legs more trying to give the master room, trying to do anything to give him room to plunge into him.

[-Hideki-]

Right after he had ordered the other to turn around he could see a reaction this time. The servant let his hands run over his body seductively before shifting and getting into the position Fred had demanded, wiggling his sexy arse that was lifted up into the air. His blue eyes were focussed on that and it made his cock throb and twitch more. An annoying remark about the sofa came from Ezra though and that useless comment disrupted him while he was taking in that hot sight of that raised arse and those slutty widely spread apart legs of the other. The last thing on the judge’s mind was the bloody sofa, he didn’t care about it getting dirty but the short male was randomly forcing it onto his mind for a second. “You’ll lick every drop of sperm and pre-cum off of it and then you’ll polish it until it is cleaner than it ever was.” His cold voice sounded through the room, his gaze still on that arse and that rosy arsehole.

 

Fred could hear a whimper as the other was spreading his legs even wider apart giving him an even better view onto the hole. He didn’t let any more time pass as his strong hands grabbed the shorter male’s waist and pulled him towards himself, positing himself behind him. Glover rubbed his aching dick against the tempting hole before he spat into his hand and smeared the salvia onto his already glistering cock and the hole to make the entrance easier for the both of them. Glover entered the tip first and gradually let his cock sink into the younger male deeper until his whole length was buried into his slave drawing a low hum from him. His hands were still grabbing the other’s waist when he started to move and to thrust his thick cock that was sucked in by the tight greedy hole of the auburn haired right against the servant’s prostate.

 

It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm and to increase the pace. The blond male was penetrating the other without mercy at this point, going hard and fast, hitting his sweet-spot again and again like a hammer hit a nail without giving the other a break. Pleasure was clouding his mind better than the alcohol alone ever could. Though the younger man seemed so slutty, like he was doing nothing else than sucking cock and having men fuck his arse, his hole was incredibly tight and clenching around his throbbing thing as if it wanted to devour his cock, making the building up pleasurable electricity that was streaming through his body much more intense making him struggle to tune down his voice, to not moan and to not let it show on his face.

 

Glover was panting hard while he was ramming roughly and hardly into the auburn haired, ravaging his hole, messing him up, his own body temperature going through the roof. Sweat was glistering on his pale skin and when he felt the muscle choking his dick hard a muffled down, derailed moan slipped through, as he was thrusting in deep again, his balls slamming against the auburn haired’s arse continuously making lewd sounds while he was pulling the other’s hips closer with his hands. From time to time he took off one hand from the male’s hips to slap and spank his arse while fucking him, leaving a read imprint of his hand on the white butt-cheek of Ezra. “How is that? You love to get your arse torn apart by a cock don’t you slut!” he pressed out under heavy breaths to keep another moan from escaping him, feeling the other’s muscle trying to squeeze the life out of his cock that tightly was it clenching around it as he was penetrating him, hitting that prostate hard while he was feeling how he got closer to the edge and how his orgasm was building up with every thrust he made.

[Shisu-Chan00]

It was apparent that neither of them really cared about the sofa at the moment but Ezra felt he was certain the master would care in an hour or so after they finished whatever it was they were going to do. Of course he knew the remark would pull a cold retort from his master but something about it just made him want to hear his voice. The auburn haired man’s eyes watched as his blonde master drank in every bit of his body. He couldn’t help but feel like he was being fucked just by that blue icey gaze.

 

His body felt a low shiver as his master moved behind him, grabbing his waist with those strong hands. He smiled a little and laid his head down on the sofa, his eyes peering back at his master with an almost hungry look. They were both starving and the anticipation for what was to come was almost intoxicating. He felt the tip of the others cock against his hole and he shifted a little, moaning lightly into the sofa. It was like he was being teased with that hard, massive cock and his master knew he wanted it.

 

He heard the very lewd sound of saliva being spat onto the others hand and feeling the warmth against his hole that seemed to cause it to twitch just slightly. As if the fingers were planning on going in but they were gone before too long and replaced with the masters manhood. Ezra knew that the lube from the masters saliva was not something he had to do and he welcomed the others gentle nature when it came to this. It was nice to know he had no intention of hurting him in this situation.

 

Ezra couldn’t remember the last time someone had fucked him but it had been a long time. He was going to feel a little discomfort even if it was only for a moment. He felt the tip slide into him thanks to the wet saliva against his entrance, his fingers lightly tightening against the sofa. “Ngh…” He whimpered softly trying to stay relaxed and his breathing even. It was…uncomfortable but nothing he couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until the others cock slid deeper into him did his hips raise and a moan slide from his lips. He was panting softly, the warmth of those strong hands on his hips and stomach seeming to ease the pain a little. Almost like an anchor keeping him down.

 

Then again the discomfort didn’t last long as the master started to move, the slaves hole sucking him in and aiming him to his prostate. This one move sent a wave of pleasure over him and the slave shivered against his master, his sensitive cock twitching in the air before releasing its pent up frustration all over the sofa and his stomach. He groaned softly feeling his cheeks redden and his hips start to push back into the others hips. It was apparent that the few days he had gone without being touched fully after being aroused had gotten to him and he had been holding back more than it seemed.

 

He didn’t get a break though for the master started to pound into him. Holding his hip and making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. The slave laid infront of him his chest against the sofa and his cheek against the cushion looking back at his master, moaning freely. Sweat started to populate on his back and shoulders showing a glisten to his lean and small body. His eyes were closed most of the time as the master was hitting his prostate again and again throwing him into and endless bount of pleasure. He could hear himself begging for more every so often calling out his masters title. “Master! More please…” Saliva trailed down his chin as his body was thrown into a spiraling cascade of lust.

 

The slave leaned back sliding his hands to his cheeks opening his ass up wider for his master as he moaned lowly. His body seeming incredibly hot and his cock twitching from another bout of cum having slid from it.

 

As the master seemed to be getting more into it the slave let go holding onto the couch for dear life it seemed. His hips being pulled back into the master sent shivers over him and he couldn’t hide the moans that filled the room. He was gasping for air and his orgasms seemed to not have an off button. He heard the panting, and light moans from his master but it wasn’t enough. The slave knew he could get a moan from this man if he just tried hard enough. His ass tightened around his cock again and again, his tight hole eating him up as he felt the other slam into him. The dirty talk from his master was a little arousing but he would have rather heard a moan from the man rather than such degrading words. It sort of put him back into his place and he realized this wasn’t something that would happen often.

 

He moaned lowly looking back at his master with a whimper as his ass was slapped, “Ngh master please…fuck me harder…” he panted out his cheeks crimson from both saying it and the heat from his body. His brown eyes peered up to the master as if begging him to fuck him, to fill him up, to cum inside of him and make him his dirty little slut. He didn’t belong to anyone else so might as well become this mans entirely.

[-Hideki-]

He had just started to pound into him and Ezra had already released a huge load all over the expensive leather sofa and Glover was able to see the other blushing and a feeling of satisfaction about how desperate and needy the younger male must have been after all settling in as he continued to fuck him. The slave let his voice sound freely, moaning in lust and his hips were continuously pushing back against his showing him how bad he wanted to feel his cock more. But not only that the other was begging him to fuck him more too while drool was running down the auburn haired male’s chin as Fred made him drown in pleasure. That man looked incredibly lewd and naughty, even more so when the judge saw his hands reaching out to spread his arse open even more but at the same time it was extremely hot and arousing to the blond and it enthralled him and encouraged him to fuck him even harder and give him what he was so submissively begging him for.

 

While he was hammering into the other the servant was ejaculating another time though not in such a massive amount and for a moment Frederick was certain that he could buy a new sofa afterwards that hard was the younger man clawing his fingers into the leather. He couldn’t be bothered about that though as the pleasure he himself felt was occupying his mind completely banning everything else from it. His pants and heavy breathing was drowned out by Ezra’s loud and lusty moans that echoed through the room unapologetically though.

 

Sweat was running down his muscles glistering on his pale skin when he slapped Ezra’s arse while still penetrating him without mercy, he heard the slave whimper and he liked it so he let his hand slap that sexy little arse some more times, the man’s butt cheeks were already flaming red while the rest of his body was white creating a huge contrast. The last thing he had expected after the whimpering was for the auburn haired to beg to be taken even harder, his handsome brown eyes pleading him to do so. That alone sent fire down his crotch and the judge was handling the man even rougher and was slamming his cock into him as hard as he was able to in that moment, making drops of his sweat fall down onto both the younger male and the sofa.

 

Leaning forward a little one of his hands was reaching out for his slave’s hair. His fingers grabbed a hold of the auburn strands, buried themselves into it as he pulled it, forcing the other’s head back into his neck while thrusting into him, feeling his own orgasm built up. The grip of his hands tightened and got stronger both on the other’s hip as well as the pulling of his hair while Glover was frantically thrusting into that tight hole that devoured his cock to get himself over the edge, to reach climax and get his release. It didn’t take too long anymore and his muscles were constricting hard, his thrusts becoming more irregular as pleasure was taking over and he bucked up into Ezra feeling a moan was about to escape him what he tried to prevent by speaking again. “I’m gonna fill up your hole slu…” he said what sounded more like it was moaned than spoken as he was shooting his load up the younger male’s arsehole. Another thrust and bucking up followed as he released some more inside the other before he panted and gasped for air and his hands were loosening their grips.

 

After having gasped for a short while, feeling his muscles relax again, he let go of the man’s waist and his hair completely and he pulled out his dick out of the servant’s hole. Some of his sperm was leaking out of the gaping filled up slutty hole and his blue eyes stared at it for a moment, taking the hot sight in. His hands grabbed the other’s arse-cheeks again and he was spreading them wide open another time before he let go of them and gave the other another slap on his glowing red butt.

 

The judge retreated from the slave and he sat down on the place again where he had sat before just that he was a sweaty mess now and his skin was sticking onto the leather. He leaned his back against the rest and closed his eyes for a moment letting his breathing and heart beat clam down completely. For a while he just sat there not saying anything, not looking anywhere specific, just enjoying the total emptiness and silence on his mind. A rare occasion for him and right now he had needed that! He had needed those unpleasant thoughts to stop, to be erased from his brain if only for a short period of time.

 

Having been completely silent and motionless for quite some time he turned his head towards the auburn haired man again, looking at him. And there was a question forming on his mind, something that had already appeared to him when Ezra had sucked his dick that willingly and without hesitation on the first day. “Have you done that with the person you served before too?” his cold voice broke the silence with a question. “Do you spread your arse and suck cock like there is no tomorrow for everyone like a dirty bitch in heat?” the blond wanted to know, not sure what he was even trying to achieve by asking that, so he turned his gaze away from the younger auburn haired male again.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra could no longer think. All he could comprehend was his Master, the judge, pounding into him again and again. The sound of his moans, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the lewd panting, raspy breathing from his master were the only sounds that filled his ears. He wanted more, he wanted everything this man had to offer. He wanted him to use him, to stop being a fake and let his true heart ring out. He wanted his master to stop pretending to be something he wasn’t. Unable to enjoy the pleasures of life like this one.

 

Even though his master was rock solid and continuously slamming into him not a single moan left his lips as the two were fucking. Not a single whimper of a moan even graced their presence. Some part of him thought that maybe his master knew he wasn’t worthy of such an expression. Of such a rewarding thing…then another part of him wondered if it was a wall inside of his master keeping him from being who he was. He puts on such a thick mask in public that when he is home, fucking his own slave who is loyal to him, he can’t break free from that mask he put on.

 

Ezra wanted to pull it off, throw it on the ground and shatter it. To let his master be who he wanted to be at his own home…with his own slave. Then again such thoughts meant that Ezra wanted to mean more than just a slave to his master. It wasn’t uncommon for a slave to grow feelings for their masters. Specially if it was the only person they were spending time with and of their right appeal. Ezra never expected to start wanting the attention of his master and yet here he was trying his hardest to make this man feel. To make him…be alive for once rather than just an emotionless robot.

 

He could hear the sound of his moans echoing off the walls. Embarrassing to say the least but he couldn’t control them. Just like he couldn’t control his cock as it wanted to expel itself again and again to give its master what he wanted. He was panting so hard that he felt he might pass out. His knuckles were white as he clawed into the sofa, wanting to hold onto it for the pleasure was sending him overboard. His master didn’t even have to try for as soon as he entered him he knew his sweet spot. Knew exactly where to head for and how to fuck him.

 

The slapping of his ass made him more excited and he pressed his hips up into the master, forgetting for just a moment the thoughts he had been having. He hadn’t expected anything more but as he felt the master lean over him he had a shiver roam up his spine. His body moved a little, pushing up into the master as if wanting to be closer to him, but of course that wasn’t what the master was doing. A strong hand found its way into Ezra’s auburn locks and he instantly knew what was going to happen. As a hard tug pulled his chest up from the sofa he had to grit his teeth. He lifted his upper body off the couch following the others hand as for it not to hurt as much. Yet, his moans came louder and his body grew hotter. His lips sat parted open as moans echoed out of them.

 

He could feel it, the cock inside of him twitching uneasily as the man inside of him started to want for a release. He wanted to have it all, to be completely filled up by his master. He was panting hard, his own body shivering both from the sweat that coated his body and for the feeling inside of him. His ass tightened around the master as if knowing that he was getting closer. He felt the others lips against his ear’s as he told him he was going to fill up his hole and as soon as he said it a warmth spread throughout Ezra that he had never felt before.

 

He gasped lowly before cumming himself a hand reaching down and holding his stomach. He could feel it, the masters warmth inside of him, it was so strange. He whimpered softly as his hip was released, sure to have a bruise there in the morning and his hair was let go. His arms were shakey as he held himself upfeeling the others cock slide out of him. His hips shivered lightly but not for lack of him trying not to. The master wasn’t just finished with him yet. His strong hands opened his cheeks once more to see inside as his hole seemed to be dripping…sperm? When his master let go a hand roamed back as he felt the warmth on his hole, pulling it away to see cum, yet not his own but his masters. A blush formed over his cheeks but he didn’t care to hide it.

 

Ezra realized his arms were to weak to hold him up. His heavy breathing seemed to be echoing off the walls now as he let himself lay down on the couch. A soft panting coming from him as he closed his eyes. The master growing silent beside him meant that he had nothing to do at the moment and could relax some himself. The master wasn’t touching him anymore but it was like he could feel those strong hands roaming over his waist once more. He felt like he could feel his ass being opened and his cock delving into him once more. Heat resonated from his ass as he could still feel the burn of the slaps there.

 

It seemed like hours they just sat there. Both coming down from their pleasure high and not seeming to be talking or looking at anything specific. It was nice, it almost felt like they were enjoying the night together rather than the two being of different status’s. Of course, this would not last. The silence wouldn’t last, the feeling of being close wouldn’t last. He felt like the master was finally happy about something.

 

The again…when the other finally spoke again it didn’t sit well with Ezra. He heard the other start to talk and he sat up as if it was going to be an order but it was a question. One…he didn’t really like to hear. Pain welled into his chest and he looked over to his master who didn’t even seem to have the guts to look at him when he asked it. Heat welled up in the backs of his eyes too and he looked away from him before moving a little and getting up off the couch. He was wobbly, trying hard just to stay standing up as it was.

 

He shook his head and lightly scoffed, “You know…I’ve never slept with a master before. Ever. I’ve only slept with one other person sir and it was NOT someone I was working for. I’m not a dirty little bitch as you so call me…” He felt a tear slide down his cheek. “I was trying to make you happy. To see you smile maybe once? So you didn’t look like you hated your life so much! I guess it doesn’t matter…why even bother right? When I’m just a slut who can’t do anything than please his master. Suck your own cock from now on. I won’t be your slut any longer.” He hugged his waist and left the room. He didn’t care that his master was probably going to get mad at him. He felt disgusting now. Sure he said stuff like that at the time because the master liked it but not because he thought he was a slut.

 

The man he had slept with before was a slave, like him. They had fallen in love at a very young age and they made it work. Eventually one of them had to go to a different household…slaves can’t intermingle with other slaves so they had to end it. Ezra shook his head as he leaned against the banister of the stairs, holding onto it for dear life as his legs felt like they wanted to fall out from under him. Eventually he made it up to his bathroom but he didn’t remember how he got there. When he did he shut the door behind him and wanted to die knowing he couldn’t lock it.

 

He moved to the shower and stepped in, turning on the water. It felt nice, having it wash over him like a purifying fire. It was cold at first but as his back hit the tile wall behind him and his legs slowly gave out and his butt hit the floor it grew warm. Then hot, and then hotter until he felt the skin on his body burn from the heat. Now everywhere was the color of his ass and he didn’t feel so…gross anymore. Tears came freely now as he hid his face in his arms letting the water soak into his hair and back. Maybe he was just a slut…or a bitch in heat…but what else could he do with this man constantly touching him? Of course he was going to get aroused he was just a man himself. He hugged his legs tighter to his chest, his body ached, his chest hurt.

 

He knew that it was a big possibility the master could come upstairs, barge in, and rip him out of the shower and beat him but he didn’t care. He had already beat himself up enough to fall so low as to sleep with his master. It was so taboo and wrong and yet he felt so bad for the man in front of him who looked like he was hiding behind a mask. He wanted his master to be himself and maybe being himself was an asshole who treated everyone around him like shit. It didn’t matter what Ezra said the man was still his master. He had to do what he said even if it was an order to sleep with him again. He didn’t have to like it but he would have to do it if he didn’t want to get turned in and sent to an even worse home.

 

“It’s not so bad…” he said softly as he cried into his knees trying to wash off the feeling of being so naughty and disgusting. He just hoped his master didn’t get too upset and come after him. Hadn’t he already taken enough? The man should have known that his ass was tight, too tight to be used very often and yet he still asked? Why? Did it matter if Ezra slept with the person he served before him? Would it have mattered at all? Obviously it did cause the master asked…or did it? The worst thing was, the man didn’t even look at him when he spoke. As if he was worse off than before…those blue eyes not daring to look at him and catch any of his filth. Ezra had never felt so ashamed in his life.

[-Hideki-]

Glover was staring at his hands asking himself why he had asked that now though he had covered up his interest in degradation and insults. Why did he want to know? Why did he care whether that man did this for everyone? And more importantly why did the thought bug him? Why did he hate the idea that Ezra had been like this with the person he had served before too? That he was just some other man to serve? He should not have asked. He should have continued to exude perfect indifference to everything especially towards a slave. His eyes turned to the servant again when the auburn haired suddenly stood on wobbling legs and something about his expression had changed. The man looked somewhat sad. As if he was about to cry! Hurt even if the judge was not mistaking. His eyes narrowed questioningly. No servant had ever reacted hurt by his degrading words. Why this one? And could slaves even get hurt? They were slaves, they had no actual feelings! Fred probably was mistaking after all.

 

While his blue gaze was lying on the slave who had stood without him having given him permission the younger man started to speak and the judge could sense a scoffing tone and it more than displeased him already. That slave was not allowed to speak in such a tone to him. Now the narrowness of his eyes had nothing to do with questioning anymore and it was like they were sending icy darts the other’s way. What he said had the opposite effect however as that apparently, he now realised, had been what he had wanted to hear after all. That he was not spreading his legs for just everyone. That he wouldn’t be like that with whoever it was. That it wasn’t meaningless. Being busy to decide between displeased and relieved he got distracted from this completely when he saw a tear running down the auburn haired man’s face. It made him feel like something was violently squeezing his internal organs and his toes started to move over the parquet. He was feeling something, something about having asked that how he had asked it because it had made that man cry but he had no clue what it was that he was feeling just that it didn’t feel good and that he wanted to numb it immediately and not feel it anymore so his eyes went over to the whisky which was empty. ‘Shit!’ he thought looking back at Ezra who had started to speak again.

 

There was no hiding his surprise when the other started off declaring that he had wanted to make him happy. Servants obeyed them because they had to, because that was their place and not because they gave a rat’s ass about their masters or wanted to make them happy, this was what Fred knew and had been taught. He didn’t like to fuck slaves who hated it and didn’t desire him but just because there had been some attracted to him didn’t mean they actually cared about him or wanted to make him happy. It just meant that they got an opportunity to get something out of having sex with him for themselves too. The idea that this man, his slave, or anyone really, would do something to make him happy and not because of his status and because doctors liked his features was a completely new concept to him, one that’s existence he doubted. Why would Ezra care to make him happy? What would the auburn haired gain from making him happy? He didn’t have to make him happy that was not his job, he just had to serve him. And yet he stated that he had wanted to make him happy. Somehow that created some warmth within him. The idea that someone wanted to make him happy was appealing to him for whatever reason.

 

That warm feeling and the appreciation were only allowed to last a few seconds though before they were eradicated completely. It was like a thunderstruck that it hit him when the other said that he had wanted to make him not hate his own life so much anymore. How the hell did this guy figure out that he was an unhappy man! And that fast too! This was not supposed to be and it irritated him to think about that he probably had made a horrible mistake, had let his guard down so that this person could figure something about him out. Frederick was searching on his mind for the mistake that he had made in the presence of the servant so that he could have sensed that but he wasn’t given the time to think about this much as the other was still talking.

 

Immediately the frustration about himself vanished and got replaced by burning anger towards the salve! Who the fuck did that little shit think he was telling him, Frederick Glover, to suck his own cock! Not only that, then he stated that he intended to disobey him from now on as if he was entitled to make those decisions, to then leave the room without his permission. His eyes were as cold and angry as can be though his face didn’t change much. His hands clenched into fists though and the muscles in his body tensed up. His carotid was sticking out, pulsating dangerously but he didn’t say a word, he just murdered the other with his gaze in that moment and all sparks of sympathy that had formed in him during the minutes before and when they had fucked were gone. There was just the urge to destroy him for disrespecting him and his authority like that, for insulting him. He had never been talked to like this before in his entire life! No one would have dared to look at him and tell him to suck his own cock. Not even another frigging master would have! So what did this bastard think he could do! That he would not tolerate!

 

Fred stood but he didn’t go after Ezra. He grabbed the bottle of whisky only to realise again that it was fucking empty and it only furthered the rage about that disrespect inside of him that was accompanied by hurt but it wasn’t hurt pride and had nothing to do with his workday either. Without making a sound himself he threw the bottle against the wall as powerful as he could, the glass shattering, flying across the whole living room leading Percival to bark loudly until Fred told him to shut it. The blond man left the living room the dog right behind him. Before he left the dining hall he grabbed another bottle of whisky and marched out of the room past the servant who was leaning on the banister supporting himself without granting him even a look as he was almost running up the stairs in his anger.

 

As he had left the staircase behind and then in the same way had disappeared into the bathroom slamming the door loud and hard after having placed the whisky onto a table in the bedroom making Percival who had tried to sneak inside again jumping backwards and keeping his distance from the door. He stepped under the shower and cleaned himself quickly; he had not even waited for the water to get warm before stepping inside. He was washing himself in an attempt to get calmer again but it didn’t quite work, he was still infuriated when he stepped out and went into his bedroom where he got dressed again. But not in his dressing robe but in a black shirt, black trousers, even a tie and shoes! He took a deep breath and looked at his reflection in the mirror what calmed him down at least some. In a normal pace he now went for the slave, Percival following on his heels.

 

When he had arrived at the door of Percival’s and Ezra’s bathroom - the bottle of whisky that wasn’t full any longer in his hand - something made him come to a hold. He could hear the water of the shower but he could hear something else too. He heard the younger man cry and after a while the auburn haired’s voice tried to convince himself that whatever wasn’t that bad before continuing to cry. There it was again that weird feeling, those claws clenching his internal organs that felt like they were cramping. The absurd idea of him, master, top judge and ideal human, having done something wrong! That the other was crying because of him, that he had told him to suck his own dick and that he wouldn’t want to be physical with him anymore because what Fred had said had hurt him deeply, though he was a slave. For a mere second he was doubting what he was about to do even, what he had decided to do after that servant’s severe misbehaviour and insult but then he came back to his senses again. He shook his head and felt the urge to punch himself into his own guts so that this awful, wrong, ridiculous feeling he had inside would leave him again. To punch sense back into himself! But he just straightened himself, checked if his expression was blank enough and looked to Percival as if the dog could reassure him that a) there was no treacherous expression on his face and b)that his decision was the best, most just and rational solution, though it was a pretty final step.

 

After that he opened the door without knocking barging into the bathroom with large steps and his head held high. He opened the shower, turned out the water and only then looked down at crying Ezra who was, for some reason, crouching on the floor of the shower. The coldness of his eyes pierced right through him and he saw that this idiot had been boiling himself that red was his skin and he got a sense of why he had done it and it hurt him.

That man was disgusted by him and his touch though he had not forced Ezra and the other had at least shown desire to him too, unlike he had done with that slave of his parents who had disobeyed him and insulted him to demonstrate his authority and to punish him for the insult. It was painful to see that, to see that the other was so disgusted by having had sex with him that he wanted to peel off his fucking skin. There was a lump in his throat that he had to swallow down before he grabbed the slave and pulled him up, shoving him out of the shower, having to deal with the sight of that fire red skin that clearly screamed ‘You are disgusting’ into Glover’s face and the pain he felt now only made him more angry and ensured him that this was the only way. He wouldn’t keep a slave who was grossed out by him that much.

 

He grabbed a towel with the golden letters of Percival’s name on it and he threw it into Ezra’s face. “Dry yourself.” He ordered. “Then pack your things.” He demanded before his voice went from cold to indifferent, even professional. “You have insulted your master, disobeyed and threatened to continue disobedient behaviour. All three are violations of the law that determines a slave’s behaviour before a master. I will report this violation and demand my right to a decent replacement.” Frederick stated looking straight into the brown eyes of the other. “In case you are not aware of the law I will inform you about the consequences of this behaviour. You will no longer be allowed to serve masters and your misbehaviour will be punished according to the law. You will be degraded back to the lowest rank of the lowest societal class. What means serving the lowest ranking citizens only and not being the head slave but treated like an unskilled slave who will not even get the orders from the low ranking citizens but the higher ranking slaves in the household with no possibility to work yourself up again because you have broken the rules!” he explained his voice sounding dry before he changed modes again and switched back to his coldness. “Congratulations. Only a short time you have worked for a master and you’ll get a ticket back to the lowest position. That is an achievement too I suppose.” The judge spoke putting on the smirk he was not able to complete and that looked unfinished though he was feeling like a mess and just bad inside and would empty the whole bottle he had placed onto a shelve before turning out the shower to not anymore. “Any last insults you want to get off your chest slave? It’s a one time opportunity. We already had that I shall suck my own cock - what I won’t but I’ll have someone else taking care of that while you are wiping away the dirt off of the feet of the head slave in your new dirty home - and we had you demonstrating how gross you find me and having had sex with me.” He said his eyes gazing at the boiled red skin and the thermostat for the waters temperature.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra knew he should apologize but there just wasn’t anything he could do. He had already said it, already done it, he couldn’t take it back. He knew the man not far from here wouldn’t forgive him even if he tried but it was just so frustrating. So…annoying. That he wouldn’t listen to him, wouldn’t allow himself to feel something just for a minute. Ezra couldn’t hear much of anything over himself crying and the water. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn’t even feel the water get so hot to the point it was almost burning through his skin.

 

Was it so bad to want to be treated differently? Of course none of that mattered. He was probably going to be punished, or sent away. The expression of his master before he left him in that room was…chilling. He was angry, very angry. Least Ezra was able to pull some form of expression out of him. Then again it didn’t make him feel better. Ezra just wanted to do something nice for once, something…to make his master feel better. He was rough but something told him he could have been rougher, something told Ezra that his master wasn’t being as cruel as he could be.

 

His thoughts didn’t get to stay for long for he heard the door open and bang against the door. This was it, he was going to get a punishment. He pushed himself harder against the wall of the shower as the man before him turned it off and looked down to him. There was no warmth in his eyes, nothing but cold, undying hate to him and it hurt Ezra. He blinked the tears out of his eyes. He was shoved out of the shower and found his wobbly legs couldn’t keep him up so he fell to the floor, the sound of his legs hitting the tile was almost sickening.

 

He rubbed his leg which had landed under him weird and was a little shocked to feel a towel being thrown at him. He held it in his lap as he was ordered to dry off…and then to pack his things. Confusion welled into him as his eyes looked up at his master trying to search his face for something anything that was maybe a joke. There of course was no sign of a joke and tears quickly welled into his eyes once more dripping down his cheeks. He looked down into his lap as he heard the man who was no longer his master speaking to him. He knew exactly what he had done and he knew the consequences…he assumed Glover had liked him just a little to keep him around even after he had called him a slut and made him feel…gross.

 

Slowly, Ezra started to wipe his chest, his leg hurting too much to stand and his skin hurting more to dry himself off. He listened to the other explain to him something he already knew. Stories like this came down the slave line all the time. When he first hit the black market he was a boy…was still with the woman who raised him. He was lucky but going in at 30 with a body like his…he would be lucky to make it out alive. Rape, murder, you name it, it happened in the black market. Ezra would be lucky enough to get out without a scratch but he knew if he left this house and was forced back there…he wouldn’t be alive to even try and make it back up the ladder he climbed.

 

As the judge finally stopped being an as for a moment he looked up at him and sighed softly. “You know…I didn’t burn myself because I was disgusted by you.” He stood weakly, leaning against the wall as a wince escaped him. “I did it because I was disgusted with myself. I like you master even if you don’t like me. That’s why I did everything you asked of me…paraded about in such embarrassing clothing or nothing at all. That’s why I did everything you asked because I actually liked you. That was the best sex of my life Master…I wouldn’t wash it away because it was you. It was great because it was you.” He pulled the towel around his waist. “I burned myself because…you thought I was a whore…so I felt like one. I hated feeling…dirty…sort of like cleaning myself so you wouldn’t have to touch something so disgusting.” He looked away and moved to the door of the bathroom gently petting Percival who still didn’t want to come into the bathroom.

 

“I’ll pack my things. I understand. What I said was unforgivable…I was just so…angry and hurt that you assumed I fucked everyone when really you were just special.” He looked back at his master and smiled a little through his tears. “I’m going to die you know? I guess there isn’t anything else I can regret. The black market is terrifying when you’re my age…not like it matters to you though…I’m just stalling I guess…” He gently pet him once more before sighing. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Then you can get rid of me…thank you for letting me serve you. Despite it all you were a good final master.” He bowed and then left the room.

 

Tears flowed down his cheeks now that he wasn’t in there but shit did he feel horrible. He knew his life was most likely going to end. Was he afraid to die? No. He was more horrified he died a slave…not even able to accomplish what he meant to in life. His feet carried him to his room and he quickly got dressed into the clothing he came here in. Folding his skimpy uniform and laying it on the bed. He made his bed and then looked at the room that was only his for a few weeks. How awful…he couldn’t even keep his master for a month. He sat on the bed looking at the clock, seeing he had a few minutes to spare.

 

His fingers ran over the uniform on his bed and he lightly sighed. He would sort of miss wearing it, even though it was embarrassing. He wasn’t a good servant anyway…maybe it was for the best he wasn’t going to be sticking around. He insulted his master, made him feel disgusted with a misunderstanding. He laughed softly, of course the look of his red skin would make the other angry. It made sense he assumed it was because he slept with him. In all reality…Ezra would do anything for his master even if he was angry with him. Ezra could only say that he didn’t fall in love…that would be his only regret.

 

He pulled the towel to his hair and started to towel dry it. Trying his best to stop being upset about it all. What would it be like to go back to being in the dirt? Back to being…well…dirt? He had been in such wonderful families with such nice people and now he would be back to square one. That is…if he was even bought again. Slaves his age weren’t often bought for they didn’t have as much long life in them as younger slaves. He would most likely be raped multiple times throughout his stay and if he wasn’t bought he would be used until his body couldn’t handle it anymore and he died. That or someone killed him just for fun. It wasn’t unusual for slaves to kill other slaves in the hopes to get bought. He wondered what exactly his next journey would be…after the curtain of this life came to a close.

[-Hideki-]

Not much time had passed between Fred finishing his last sentence and the reaction of the auburn haired man. When the other started the judge thought for a second that he’d actually take that ‘opportunity’ to insult him further what would have granted Glover to raise the number of insults the slave had spoken against him when making his charge so he had not expected an explanation and clarification starting off by saying that he didn’t boil himself under the shower because he was disgusted by him. Frederick didn’t believe this and he didn’t understand where the other wanted to head with this. Why else would he have done that after they had had sex if he was not disgusted by the blond and him touching him that intimately and deeply? There was no other reason that came to his mind at all.

 

His blue eyes were lying on Ezra when the man was standing up to lean against the wall for support. The man still didn’t seem to have any strength in his legs to the point where they had collapsed and he had landed on the floor in the first place. It wasn’t like Fred had pushed him down onto the ground or anything; he had just dragged him out of the shower and had assumed he would be able to stand on his own. As the slave continued to speak telling him that he did it because he had been disgusted with himself Fred snorted in disbelieve. Right! He was disgusted by himself and not solely the fact that he had slept with him. It made zero sense to him, seemed like an excuse to try to save his arse and the blond crossed his arms in front of his body his blue eyes looking into the servant’s face. What followed caught him off guard just as the statement that he had wanted to make him happy had.

 

This time it was going even further though. The slave stood there, leaning against the wall, his skin fire red telling him that he liked him! That he had done all this because he liked him! It was absurd. Even more absurd than the wanting to make him happy thing! No one except for his parents had ever said they liked him. And his parents didn’t know what he was. They didn’t know that he desired men and they didn’t know that he had those perverted kinks either. If they knew they’d probably take it back and report him. No one did like him. Not even his so called friends really liked him but slandered him and made fun of him behind his back. He was not a likeable man. People feared him, people respected him but they did not like him. This younger man had no reason to like him at all. It wasn’t like Fred had been considerate or nice to him. The blond would never have assumed such a thing. He had assumed the slave obeyed and endured his orders to do those embarrassing and humiliating things because he had no choice! Because it was an order and as a slave he had to do it and that he would never have done that if he had not been obligated to. But implying that he did this because he liked the judge would mean that he would have even done it if he didn’t have to. It was an absurd concept, something incredibly hard to grasp for him. Being liked! Having someone who liked him how he was. The blond man could feel something flutter in his stomach and at the same time he felt sad. Something he had not felt in a very long time because he had banned it or drowned it in alcohol if it ever had happened. He would have thought that the other was lying but he had experienced people lying in court so often that he had at least got a decent feeling for when someone lied and when they were saying the truth.

 

The more the slave talked the more Glover got the mind-blowing thought that Ezra, the slave, was pretty much human. That he was like an actual person regardless of the low category. That he had deep feelings. Plenty of them! And when he heard that he had burned himself not because of the sex, of having had Fred inside of him but because of what he had asked afterwards, because of the degrading words he had hid his actual intent and interest behind that weird feeling came back. He was feeling bad and it occurred to him that he might feel guilty because of that. Because it had hurt the other that much! Because the man had understood that he saw him as a whore when in reality he had just wanted to assure himself that he wasn’t just another of those guys the younger male served, that he wasn’t one of many. He wanted to say something but he didn’t get it out. Instead the auburn haired was talking again. This time saying that he would pack his things, that he knew it was unforgivable to speak to his master like this, stating how much hurt and anger he had felt when Fred had said that to him what had made him say it. It only furthered the awful feeling he had, feelings he didn’t want to be able to even have, and it made him want to take back what he had said, explain it, apologise but he was too prideful to. Someone like him didn’t apologise especially not to a slave.

 

When the other turned around to him again on his way out and started to speak it just confused him to the core. Why was this guy saying that he was going to die? Fred had just said he would report the incident and there was no death penalty for insulting a master or disobedience. Their death penalty was for murder and especially cruel and barbaric crimes. The slave would not get sentenced to death; it would just happen what he had described to him. He just wanted to say that this was ridiculous and he apparently had no clue about the law when he continued with what he wanted to say. Saying something about the black market and how that would be terrifying for a man his age. “You will get degraded and punished within the system. Not put out of the system and thrown onto an illegal market the government and police is constantly fighting to shut down.” He corrected trying to maintain the semblance of indifference while he wasn’t feeling indifferent at all.

 

Seeing how Ezra patted Percival before he left and how the dog leaned his head into the younger man’s hand only made him feel worse. After the slave had disappeared heading towards his room he looked at Percival and the Doberman laid his head to the side looking at him. A huge sigh that he had held back the whole damn time escaped him and he took the bottle of whisky sitting down on the bench inside of the bathroom. Percival was entering the bathroom as he apparently had finally figured that though it was his bathroom he wouldn’t have to take a bath and was walking up to his owner laying his head on his knee. Glover patted the dogs head and looked at him. He had ever though the only creature that would ever like and accept him was this dog. That no other human would ever be able to like someone like him! That regardless of his status his real self was just gross in the eyes of society and just like those two men whose murderer he had sentenced to death the people would not see much wrong with killing someone like him and would demand mercy for his murderer. But apparently someone had been able to like him, though it was a slave, and he’d send him away and out of his life forever.

 

In an incredibly short amount of time he had emptied half of that bottle of whisky too but he wasn’t feeling better or going numb, it was just making him drown deeper right now and getting him drunk on top of that. Realising that the ten minutes had almost passed he rose from his seat and when he stood up he felt a little dizzy and uncoordinated. It passed though and he walked over to Ezra’s room Percival following him but not jolly like usually but more concerned and with the will to protect his owner whom he sensed was not in a good state.

 

Arriving at the room he went in without knocking again Percival entering with him. He closed the door right behind himself again before he looked at Ezra who was sitting on the bed next to the tiny leather clothing dressed like the day he had arrived what had been recently. His blue eyes looked at the other for a while without saying anything. Then he finally made it and talked, managed to say what he had wanted to say back in the bathroom already probably thanks to the additional half bottle of whisky he had just drunken what meant that he had drunken one and a half bottles since arriving back home. “This is the first and only time in my life that I will do this. I don’t usually believe in second chances. But I’ll allow you to stay. Consider this an official disciplinary warning though. If you’ll insult me or disobey ever again you’ll be gone for good.” He paused to take some breath and to say the part that was even harder to bring himself to without covering it in other insults and degradations. “I understand that you apparently have feelings like a real person now.” he started still having difficulties, struggling massively against his own pride and what he had learned. “You would not have shown this behaviour if I had not said what I have said. But I never thought you were or saw you as a whore, I was at no point disgusted by you…. I just …. Wanted to be sure of …. After this I …. Doesn’t matter….” The judge only made it that far. He then coughed and tried to distract from this using something else now. “If this is clear, you have a sofa to clean. And I want a snack. You can bring it to me when you’re done with the sofa.”

[Shisu-Chan00]

The judge may have been a judge but he didn’t know how slaves worked apparently. Not many of them did anyway…most of the cops who took the slaves back could get more money selling them into the black market than back into the system. Even if the judge made sure he got back into the system he wouldn’t be able to keep him from being sold again. Ezra knew all about it, his mother was sold there when she was 40 and could no longer do the things she was capable of doing. No one wanted a slave that disobeyed their master.

 

As much as he wanted to tell him more about it and let the judge know about it he didn’t want to push it. Didn’t want to talk too much out of turn. He wished he could tell the judge everything he knew, to get it shut down, to help him with this huge case but it wouldn’t help him keep him. It would just mean he wouldn’t be locked up somewhere to die. He wiped the tears from his face before he stood putting the last of his things into his suitcase. He was in the middle of folding his uniform on the bed when he heard the door close. He jumped and looked at his master then to the door wondering what it was he wanted with the door closed.

 

He didn’t say anything for a long time and the master just stared at him. Seemed to just look him over, without a word. Ezra looked away from him a little ashamed about it all and a little embarrassed for what had all happened. The master didn’t just come alone, Percival was with him and the undeniable smell of booze followed him. How much had he drank tonight? How much did he plan to drink? He was worried but he didn’t have time to act on it or anything.

 

The master started talking and the slave looked up to him as he started out with this is the first and only time in his life. Hope fluttered in his stomach yet he took a page from his masters book and didn’t let it show on his face. Didn’t let it show that he was hoping for the better. Then again…it seemed like his master was having a really tough time. Worry filled him once more and he wanted to ask if he was okay but the master wasn’t done talking. Well, of course Ezra had feelings he was a person after all. No wonder his master was so mean to him he didn’t think he had feelings like a human? Or rather he didn’t have to worry about his feelings because he was just a slave.

 

Either way it hurt his feelings that all this time his master assumed he was just…a man without feelings. Of course he wouldn’t have done any of this had his master not asked him that stupid question. He wouldn’t have gotten upset and misunderstood and he wouldn’t have assumed his master saw him as a whore. The dirty talk when they fucked was different, he didn’t mind being called Glover’s little slut but anyone elses and he was upset. The next part warmed his heart a little and he felt a light flutter in his stomach. He smiled a little and tilted his head looking over to his master. It was nice to be reassured that he wasn’t disgusting, or that this man didn’t think he was a whore. Then again, it seemed the master sputtered out and couldn’t finish his little talk.

 

It didn’t matter though, Ezra accepted the apology as it was and stood weakly and nodded. “I understand. Master…thank you for another chance. Also…” he paused a moment and looked to his master and then moved closer to him before he looked up into his eyes. “Don’t drink anymore please…Percival and I are worried…” He looked down at the dog who was still not jolly because of his master. “Thank you again. I’ll get right on the sofa and hurry with your snack.” He nodded and wiggled his way behind his master before opening the door and leaving the room.

 

Ezra found his way downstairs and into the laundry room. He opened the dryer and changed into his uniform. He folded his suit and sat it there. The tight clothing hugging his ass once more was like a little hug that he had gotten used to. He didn’t mind it as much anymore and preferred it over wearing nothing. Plus, his master liked it which meant he was happy to see him. He hummed softly as he grabbed cleaning supplies and headed to the living room. He looked at the sofa and blushed incredibly hard. There were large amounts of cum on the sofa, mostly from him. He shook his head lightly and knelt down beside the sofa with his cleaning supplies.

 

His body still felt hot, warm with the touch of his master. His mouth playing with his nipples and his cock…ugh…he couldn’t get it out of his head. He peered at the table seeing the chastity cage. He was a little happy his master had forgotten to put it back on for tonight. He honestly wanted to go another round but his master was the decider on these things not him. Even if he was wanting for him during the day his master wouldn’t just fuck him when he wanted it.

 

Ezra moved back to cleaning, thoughts ringing through his mind as he tried to unbundle the events of tonight. He had more of a sway on his master than he thought…his words pushed the prideful man to a half-apology and the realization that Ezra had feelings. That was a step in the right direction…now only if his master would stop being so cold to him. If he was more considerate now that he knew ezra had feelings this would be half the battle.

 

Thirty minutes or so passed when he was finally finishing up. The sofa needing a deep clean to get all the cum and sweat off of it that had sort of dried when they were doing other things. He was able to get most of it out thanks to it being leather and easy to clean but still, his nails had done a number on the sofa. He felt a little bad and would have to tell his master about it later. He put the cleaning supplies up and moved to the kitchen grabbing a few options for snacks that the master had.

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Frederick didn’t move even a centimetre. He stood still like a statue waiting for the other to either do as he had told him or – what was incredibly unlikely – refuse the offer of a second chance. When Ezra got up from the bed on legs that still didn’t seem too steady the judge thought he would be heading for the door right away but he didn’t. Instead he got closer to the blond man thanking him for the chance and asking him to not drink anymore alcohol stating that he and Percival were worried about him. It was none of the servants business how much alcohol he drank, he could drink until he passed out if he wanted to, still those words didn’t provoke resistance within him but the way the auburn haired said this to him made it flutter in his stomach again. That was no good and Glover blamed that feeling on the alcohol and that he wasn’t clear at the moment. Telling himself that this wouldn’t have happened if he had not been as drunk.

 

His eyes followed the younger man who had cheered up surprisingly quickly now when he left the room but other than that he did not move. Not even when the slave was already gone. The judge just stood there for a moment staring into nothingness trying to grasp all of what had happened that evening. Especially what had happened with him. The circle of thoughts didn’t lead him anywhere though and he looked to his dog gesticulating towards the door before he left with the animal following him upstairs into his room where the man put off the clothing he had just put on a moment before with the exception of his boxers.

 

His drunken head felt a little heavy and while he undressed he realised all too well that his motions had become much clumsier. In this state he didn’t even care to orderly place his things on a chair, he just left them on the floor, leading to Percival taking the opportunity and fetching some of his owners clothing putting it into his dog bed. The Doberman loved his owners clothing, especially if he had worn it before and whenever he could get some he took them. That was another of those things that Glover had not been able to get out of him and that seemed totally worth the risk of getting scolded for the dog.

 

Fred however wasn’t paying attention to Percival who had laid himself onto the judges clothing, he had let his heavy body sink into the mattress, lying on his back all over the bed. The alcohol had heated up his body and he was not taking one of the blankets. He was lying there half-naked sprawled out over the bed. He took the remote control and turned on the propaganda channel again, the remote laying somewhere next to him on the bed. He looked at the TV screen and it took a while for him to realise that what they were talking about had to do with him in a sense. It was his judgement they were discussing. His judgement of sentencing that man to death! Apparently there was protest against his decision among the people and it made Glover angry to see and hear this.

 

>>Led by Henry Turners wife we see a lot of outrage and a lack of understanding for the judge’s decision. Kelly Turner has sent many letters and a petition to our great king and ruler with the request to reprieve her husband who had murdered and tortured his brother and his best friend because they had been suspected degenerates. Our king is the only one who could annul Judge Glover’s sentence. Many other citizens have followed Kelly Turner’s example who protects her husband saying that he had not been able to reconcile not taking his brother’s and his friend’s life morally and with his conscious, that he had to do something and had only intended well. Our great and supreme leader King Konstantin VII has then ordered his men to lock his postbox and later on he pulled the plug from his telephone because the upset citizens somehow had gotten his number. In the evening our beloved and glorious king wrote an announcement especially for our news channel,- as we are the best and only news channel in the country hahah - stating:’Stop sending me shit-tones of letters immediately. I don’t care about murderous scum nor about some sodomites, I am the king, I don’t have to bother with scum like this, that’s what we have judges for, that I don’t have to deal with those abominations. I don’t care about that piece of shit, he is murderer, they can flog him if they want to, I will not reprieve him. If you want the sentence changed annoy the bloody judge that’s what he gets paid for. Fuck everyone who has committed telephone terror in my house, you suck! I hope someone calls you constantly during your only day off too and I hope they won’t stop in the night and that they superglue the plug onto the socket before so that you can’t turn it off and go crazy. Konstantin VII out!’ Wise words from our supreme and almighty ruler who is never wrong and always finds the right words to say! All hail King Konstantin! With this I give back to Xavier Marshall who is in front of the court having Kelly Turner the murderers wife and Oliver Jackson-Oakland law student and intern at the court with him for you.

 

His eyes felt more tired while he had been watching that fat little journalist jumping up and down on the screen in black and white totally euphoric about that whole thing as if it was a sport where he wanted to know who’d win this but the subject matter just enraged Fred They really wanted to have this creature reprieved? They thought he was morale? It was sickening! They went even as far as to bother their teenaged king who had probably been busy masturbating the whole bloody day somewhere in his castle. Glover knew the obnoxious brat, he was everything but a king or a ruler but his father had died early and the next in line had been the brat. He still was glad that this little shit despite of his lack of diplomacy, etiquette, respect, politeness and bad wording done the right thing though. A cynic and dry half-smirk appeared on his face followed by a snort. They could try it ! They could test him! They could bring it! He would not change his sentence. And with everyone who would ask him to spare the man the death penalty he would set the appointment of his execution one day earlier so that every single one of his advocates would only take another day of his life. The man would hang and if they’d storm his office, he didn’t care.

 

After his eyes had fallen shut for a moment they opened again when he heard a familiar voice that he had heard before that very day already and when he looked at the screen he saw that stupid interns face and it didn’t make it better that it was only black and white. >>’That’s a good question you see, strictly according to the books of law the sentence is absolutely appropriate for this crime however one has to take into account the background and the motivation and intent of the act here. If we do this we understand that Mister Turner has merely acted out of his believe of righteousness and morale as well as the deep hurt and harm his brother and his former friend had done to him by leading him on and betraying him like this. And when we come to understand this we see that the convict has done this because he thought it was the ethical thing to do and in an act of self-defence. I know Judge Glover, he’s a friend of mine, good man who is known for being really precise and without mercy but I am sure that he will come to understand that there are cases in which we have attenuating circumstances and that we shall take them into account and show mercy. I am sure that he’ll reconsider after I’ll talk to him tomorrow.’

 

It didn’t stop with this though. Next he had to endure Kelly Turner crying into the microphone and camera, pleading what a nice and loving man that monster was who had mutilated, tortured and killed two innocent men, openly asking Glover to have mercy on him or to at least look her and the unborn child in her into the eyes and tell her that her husband deserved to die for wanting to keep their society a morally clean and safe place for their children. Asking into the camera if Glover had children and if he might not be able to understand! That woman didn’t engross him any less than Jackson-Oakland and he would with pleasure look her into her pancake like face and tell her that her husband deserved the death penalty, that he actually deserved worse than the death penalty but there just was nothing worse the justice system offered him to punish the guy with and then tell her that the appointment of the man’s execution had just gotten a day closer.

He was feeling the urge to drink again, this time until he’d pass out as this seemed to be the only way to get away from this sickening case realising that he had left the bottle in the bathroom on purpose. His blue eyes looked to the door as he felt that if he wouldn’t get something to focus on and if it was only food he’d go and fetch the bottle from the bathroom.

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Ezra hummed softly as he grabbed a few options for snacks and closed the pantry. He pushed the kitchen door closed and locked it before ascending the stairs. He didn’t really know what the master had wanted so he had grabbed an array of things for him to pick from. Some sweet, some salty, some a little in between. He hadn’t been with the master long enough to really know just what he wanted but he liked to pretend like he did. He wanted to be a better slave to his master but doing so meant learning more about the master.

 

The bad part was…the master was very very hard to understand. He pushed a strand of hair out of his face and hit the last stair before turning and heading to the masters room. He could hear the tv from down the hall and he winced lightly as he realized they were talking about glover. Of course he felt bad, but it didn’t seem like this was really morally ethical for them to be calling for a reprimand. He shook his head lightly and sighed knocking on the door, “Master?” he called in and opened the door tilting his head as he saw clothing all over the floor and in Percival’s bed. He lightly giggled and sat the snacks on the end table, “I brought a variety of snacks so you can pick what you like and I’ll take the rest down stairs.” He smiled gently and started picking up clothing from the floor.

 

His fingers gently grabbed the judges shirt and put it on the back of the chair smoothing it out. He bent at the waist and grabbed the others socks and moved to Percival with a smile petting him softly, “Can I have that?” he asked gently and scratched under the dogs ear only to quickly take the pair of pants away from him. He pat the dogs head before putting it on the chair as well and smoothing it out. He could hear the tv in the background and he peered over to his master.

 

He could see it on his face, his master was drunk already and this show was just souring his mood. He moved to the bed and looked at his master, “Mm…watching that is only going to make you feel worse you know…I would just leave that matter for in the morning when you’re clear headed and able to deal with it.” He bit his lip softly and sat down on the bed next to his master and looked down a moment. “Is there anything I can do to help you stop thinking about this?” he asked softly his fingers lightly moving against one another. He just wanted to make his master happy, and his face right now said he was far from it.

 

It sounded like there was a lot of controversy over his masters decision. It seemed that a man’s brother and his best friend had…been suspected of being together and the man decided to kill them both in the name of keeping their society safe and clean. It sickened him that people like himself were considered disgusting in the eyes of the world. That people like his master was seen as disgusting. This man before him was nothing but beautiful, nothing but perfect. Every inch of him, the way his muscles moved under his perfect skin when he shifted. The way his stomach was well toned and hard under his fingers. The way this man hid himself made perfect sense now. Being himself meant showing this part of him, the part of him that craved another man, which was illegal in their society.

 

He felt disgusted by their society and wanted it to go away. He wanted it to be okay for a low class like himself to be with someone like his master without it seeming disgusting. He wanted his master to be able to take on a boyfriend and be happy with him. He wanted him to be able to take on whoever he wanted and feel…welcomed. He wanted him to smile, to feel his heart speed up because he touched him. He wanted his master to feel like he did when the master just so happened to look at him with an ounce of warmth to them.

 

His eyes trailed up his body and he smiled softly, “I am yours to command sir…maybe I can make up for tonight somehow? Maybe a punishment for my horrible actions? For my insults?” He asked shifting a little his hips moving as he leaned back on the bed some, his forearm brushing against the others calf. Of course Ezra didn’t want to be punished but…he did deserve one and his masters punishments were never painful just embarrassing. He figured maybe a punishment would make his master happy, make him forget about the people on tv that were talking nonsense.

 

He didn’t know if it would work but he knew his master was drunk…he could easily decide to drown himself in the slave. To use him to get rid of the stupid voices on the tv. To get rid of the feeling that everyone was against him. Ezra wanted to touch him…his master who sat completely dishelved for once in front of him. His chest rising and falling as his master breathed in and out, his chest hair golden in the light from the room. His hips muscular and even better yet his just half naked appearance was nice for Ezra. He had never seen his master so…ruined in looks. Even when they slept together his master wore his trousers still.

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Fortunately he didn’t have to wait long and he heard the servant’s voice followed by the door opening what meant that his snack was on the way. Glover sat up and placed himself differently on the bed as it would have been a hassle to try to eat while lying on his back. He leaned his back against the pillows and the back rest before his eyes wandered over to Ezra and the food he had brought him. Somehow he doubted that the other had to bring anything of this back into the kitchen. The booze had made him hungry and though he was craving something salty and solid he’d eat the other stuff as well if the good things were gone. Glover was leaning over to the tablet taking some bread and mettwurst and started to eat, the TV becoming background noise because he was more focussed on eating and looking at Ezra who was collecting his clothing and sneaking his trousers away from Percival leading to the judge noticing that the dog even had had his trousers for the first time.

 

After eating that piece he leaned back again and his eyes were automatically drawn back to the screen where Kelly Turner who called for freedom for her murderous husband was asking law student Oliver Jackson-Oakland why the punishment for homosexual activity was “just” working in a labour camp and that she thought it should be counted as a more severe crime and that this would make the people feel more secure and that she thought that if he could have been sure that those two would have paid for their actions her husband would have reported the crime instead of resolving to vigilantism. Jackson-Oakland reacted with a speech about what kind of “crime” homosexuality was in the first place and that he thought increasing the sentence for it was something that he’d consider especially since the people wanted to see a higher degree of penalty for it. And once more Frederick wanted to wrack that idiot’s face. This man didn’t have a clue about how interpreting the law worked. What he was interested in was the will of the people and his own ideas and not interpreting their nation’s law. He wanted that the law was not the instrument for judgement but what the people thought and that the law should be changed arbitrary and the blond was determined to prevent this person from ever becoming a judge. This was unacceptable, someone like this spineless maggot was not supposed to hold this much power.

 

While he was boiling inside he had not realised that the auburn haired man had stepped closer towards his bed and was now standing in front of him. Just when the man opened his mouth to speak did he realise and turned his head towards him. He could understand the intent behind the advice but he could not go to work unprepared. He needed to know what was going on. If he had not known that this had followed his decision and that they had even brought this issue to the king who had then told them to bother Frederick with it, he would have experienced a bad surprise tomorrow. This was something he couldn’t just ignore because he was one main party in this conflict. And then there was the fact that this whole case had gotten to him on a personal level even though it should not have.

 

There was a questioning look in his blue eyes when his slave sat down on his bed without asking and Glover was not sure whether to allow it and wait what he had to say or to yell at him for going too far with making decisions for himself here but his drunk mind couldn’t come to a conclusion fast enough and the other already spoke to him, seemingly having understood that Fred didn’t mind because he had not reacted right away. A snort was to hear when the other asked him whether he could make him forget about this whole thing. “Can you? I doubt it.” His deep voice sounded. Everything that usually worked had not worked. He had drunken, he had had sex, his servant had even enraged him by insulting him and in the end he was sitting there feeling incredibly sick about that whole thing even more so than he had when he had first arrived at home, having the same circles of thoughts on his mind. So what should there be that Ezra could do to make him stop thinking about this? Stop thinking about that his actual self was worth shit in this society, that many if not all people even thought it would be okay to mutilate and torture and murder him.

 

He got thrown out of his thoughts when he felt those warm brown eyes roaming over his body and when Fred looked to the younger man who was taking in the sight of his half-nakedness he saw a smile on the slave’s face. That man was attractive, he was cute, Glover liked those deep brown eyes and that smile of his, that small, slender body that was different than his own and for a moment he focussed on that. As the auburn haired spoke the judge knew what the other was trying to do by getting him to punish him and he appreciated the gesture but it didn’t spark anything within him in that moment, not even when the younger man’s arm brushed against the hair and the skin of his calf. His blue eyes narrowed and his face looked stern. “You are not the one I want to punish right now though…. Ezra.” The blond informed the other and his narrowed eyes flashed to the faces on the TV screen and what shone in them was pure and deep hatred and condemnation. He hated them! All of them! He wanted to punish them, no, to destroy them. To shatter their mindset and to put them down for it! Because everything was their fault! They were the root of everything! The root for how terrified he had felt when he had had to figure out that he was not only a weird man as it was but that he desired other men on top of that. The paranoia and the pain, constantly being scared of having his life ruined and being put into the labour camp and degraded in rank or fearing that he might get murdered for it! That he had deprived himself and forbid himself to fall in love, how he had restrained himself and bashed himself when he had fallen for another man once, that he had never allowed himself to kiss someone, didn’t allow himself to be affectionate and to receive affection. Having to hear that he was something gross and unwanted all the time! That he was no better than criminals and was criminalised. And he also blamed them for his kink too! Maybe if he had not been taught and raised the way this society had raised him he’d have a normal sexuality and be able to be with a man on an equal level and not have to degrade the person he was with and setting himself higher. It was not that slave with his hurt feelings and the insult that he felt angry about, it had in the end not done any damage to him at all but those people, those people had! Their society, their one and only political party, their system, their law, their propaganda channel, he actually hated all of that!

 

He turned his eyes away from the TV where Oliver Jackson-Oakland was still finding himself incredibly great and intelligent as he spoke grinning into the camera, seeming to look at them from the TV screen – what of course was not the case – and looked into the brown eyes of his slave instead who had just basically asked him to punish him and humiliate him again to distract him from this, to make him feel better. For a while he just stared into the other’s eyes as if he was searching for something within them. For the answer whether he should really do what he had not allowed himself before or not, if he should reconsider?

Glover’s hand reached out to Ezra’s neck, maybe a little clumsily because he was not the most coordinated anymore due to the amount of alcohol in his blood, the grip was strong nonetheless though as he was bringing his face closer to the others rather slowly. Frederick could feel the other man’s breath on his face that close they were at this point and he was certain that the other could feel his breathe that smelled like whisky and the food he had eaten, but mostly like whisky, too. He didn’t bother that he was smelling like a barrel of whisky though as he pressed his lips onto the younger male’s lips. They felt soft and hot at the same time and as he kissed the man his eyes went shut automatically and had he started awkwardly he was figuring it out rather quickly and was going more deep and passionately, his tongue circling around the other’s as his hand had wandered from the neck into the auburn hair while the other one was firmly squeezing the slave’s butt. The judge could hear the voices from the TV in the background and it felt like he was slapping those people right into the face while he was doing what they condemned and feeling good doing it, his heart fluttering, feeling fireworks in his stomach.

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Ezra knew that this was bothering his master, he could tell. The booze wasn’t working, the sex only worked for the moment they had been doing it and then nothing else seemed to be working. They even yelled at one another and fought and it still didn’t make the thoughts go away from this case. Without really meaning to Ezra was listening the entire time he was in there. Listening to the horrible things that people were saying about people like him and knowing without a doubt that his master was listening too. Listening to how his society treated people like him and Ezra and whoever else was hiding behind the shadows. It wasn’t fair that good men like them would be sentenced to a crime or murdered because of the love they have. Why is their love any less valuable than straight couples? It didn’t make sense to the slave and as he reached out to help his master forget he found it a little hard for himself to do so.

 

The other tell that his master wasn’t upset was that he let Ezra sit on his bed freely, touch him freely, and even talk freely without getting cold to him. However, with the mention of helping him forget he only got a snort and a very cynical remark about him being unable to. Of course, he didn’t know what he would have done but Ezra just wanted to make him feel better. He looked down at the hand in his lap as he peered back up to his master wanting to just hug him, and let this man hold him for as long as he wanted. To play out his own love, or…lust, for him and feel normal for once. To get to be who he is on the inside on the outside rather than putting on a disgusting mask of the society they lived in.

 

As Ezra took in the sights of his master he didn’t know why but he knew he liked this man a lot. His hard to get nature, his cold voice, those icey blue eyes, he liked it all. Even though this man had never been really nice to him he couldn’t help but sympathize with him and want to make everything better. When he spoke again he did not expect the answer he got. He could see that those blue eyes narrowed and his face turned very stern and he thought he had crossed the line. He winced lightly waiting for a scolding but instead he was told that he wasn’t the one he wanted to punish and then…his name. Ezra had never heard his master call him by his name and the simple fact he had formed a blush on his cheeks. He looked away from his master as he looked to the tv.

 

Something so simple to his master was monumental for him. He went from being referred to as ‘slave’ to being called by his name. Even if it was just once it was nice to know his master knew it and warranted that he was important enough to use it. Giving a human a name meant it was more than property, it had feelings, it had opinions. Giving him his name meant more to the slave than anything else that had happened that night. His master had thought it possible that he was more than just dirt off the ground. Maybe it was the fight they had, maybe it was something he had said but he welcomed the change and the light flutter of his heart as the last syllable left his masters’ lips.

 

He didn’t know how long they had sat there, silently in their own thoughts before his master turned his head away from the tv. It must have been at least a few minutes because when Ezra turned to fact his master again he felt a light jump in his heart. He had sort of forgotten that his master was here, not ordering him around but just enjoying his company. He had forgotten just for a moment that he was a slave, that he was owned. He had forgotten his place for a split moment but as those icey blue eyes turned back to him he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He loved those eyes, they seemed to peer deep into his soul and pull out ever bit of meaning from him.

 

They stared into one anothers eyes for awhile. Silently searching each other for…for something. He didn’t know what it was but he wanted to give it to Glover, give him something to look for in his eyes. He assumed his master was going to blink out of it and tell him to go to bed for the night but instead something else happened.

 

His eyes didn’t leave his masters but he could see a hand reaching out to him and pulling him closer. His body shifted lightly a little hesitantly but he leaned into his master. It was so slow, like a slow motion video that their faces moved closer to one another. Ezra could feel the warmth of the others breathe against his cheeks only adding to the warmth there. The slave didn’t mind that his master smelled heavily of alcohol and food. It didn’t bother him, it wasn’t like it was a bad smell. His master was very clean it was just a little overwhelming. He didn’t really understand but as he felt the masters lips touch his own he felt his eyes close reflexively.

 

A blush was prominent on his cheeks. This rough barbaric man was now treating him like he was a piece of glass. Ezra felt the man awkwardly trying to figure it out as if he had never kissed anyone before. Ezra shifted easily and welcomed the kiss as if guiding his master to do what he wanted. He felt a tongue slide past his lips and intertwine with his own. His master tasted like whiskey and salt yet it was the nicest thing Ezra had ever tasted in his entire life. Being a little uncomfortable so far away the slave shifted lightly their lips still connected and crawled onto his masters lap hugging around his neck pulling his lips closer. The tv, the story, all seemed to fall back to him and he was left with nothing but the beating heart of the man under him, the feeling of hands in his hair, the hand tightening against his arse like it was a life line.

 

After what seemed like awhile he had to pull back for air only to get some and kiss his master once more. This time entirely on his own, wanting this man more than anything. His hands roamed into those blonde locks wanting to taste more of the alcohol on his masters lips. He wanted to drink it up like it was the only water in the world. He wanted those hands to hold him so tightly he was scared he would break. This man…who had never kissed anyone…warranted his first kiss to be with Ezra. A slave none the less, and a firey one at that who wasn’t scared to stand up to him. What an odd pairing they would make if this would only last more than a night. Ezra was sure this was a fluke, a dud because his master was drunk. Their passion for one another was fake right? Had to be…this perfect man wanting an imperfect slave like him?

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For Glover it was a strange, new feeling to kiss someone on the lips, something he had forbidden himself to do because it meant showing affection to the man he was with and he had not been able to bring himself to ever do it. He had not wanted to unleash anything by showing affection or even receiving it as on his mind it had harboured the risk of developing feelings even more so than his kinky games and the rough fucking. But as strange as it was to kiss the servant that deeply, to let his tongue swirl around and wrestle with the other man’s, to hear the lewd noises of their kissing, their salvia exchanging, as great it felt. Frederick was drowning in the kiss, he was focussed on the taste and the sensation completely, his right hand was kneading the young man’s arse firmly while the other hand was still making a mess of the auburn hair. The blond man was so engulfed by the kiss they shared, as if he was trying to devour the other man, that he didn’t even pay much mind to the fact that the slave was shifting and moving onto his lap, even wrapping his arms around his neck without asking him. Driven by instinct and lust, as if it was just the logical consequence, he accepted it and immediately pulled the slave even closer towards his body, sending a spark through him when Ezra’s bottom was rubbing over his dick that was merely covered by his boxers.

 

Due to their need for oxygen the kiss broke and he realised that it had robbed his breathe. He was catching for air while his eyes went open again and he looked directly into the brown eyes of the man who was sitting on his lap this closely. His hand let go of the younger male’s hair and had just touched the side of his torso tracing his silhouette and feeling the patent leather as if it was a second skin when the auburn haired pulled him into another kiss. Glover’s eyes widened in the first moment having not expected that the other man would be bold enough to make a complete move on his own, but they soon closed again as the judge leaned into the kiss aiming for taking it over again, for dominating the kiss, his tongue wrapping around Ezra’s trying to capture it, only to release it and then catch it again. Blood was rushing downstairs and he felt how he was getting aroused, his cock slowly hardening by their intense kisses. And while one of Fredericks hands was running over the young man’s torso, brushing over and rubbing his stuck out nipples that were feel- and visible through the tight clothing, tracing the slight hints of muscles, wandering further down to the shorter male’s thigh, he felt the younger man’s hand burring itself into his blond hair, something no one had ever dared.

 

The judge had never been intimate with someone in such a way. Never had someone touched him interactively, had reacted on his own will and had touched him back how he pleased. Glover had always controlled that. He had given orders and the servants he had slept with before had only followed his orders. They had let Frederick touch them however he wanted but they would have never touched him back on their own initiative but always waited for concrete orders to do anything and react in any way. The mere idea of touching their master without the man’s demand and permission had been absurd to them and they would not have done this. And this way Fred had maintained perfect control and distance. It had been like having sex with a machine that he had operated, a marionette that’s strings he had pulled just through the power of his words and without actual buttons or strings. It had been the safest way, the most predictable way. A way where the judge could keep in check of himself much better and of the situation because he had not had to deal with someone doing something to his body that he was not prepared for, that he didn’t know would happen in this exact moment! Hence this was the first time that he was touching and being touched in an interactive, mutual way. Where the other person was taking actions based on his own intent and he was not the one to think for the both of them and had to come up with what the other was supposed to do. It was new and it was exciting in a way but somewhere in the back of his mind he was not quite certain if he shall unlock that door, that door he had intentionally kept close for all those years like so many doors in his life due to how things were. But as he recognised the TV in the background he realised that this was exactly what they wanted him to do. To put chains onto himself, to lock doors, to keep every other man like him outside. And instead of pulling away, of regaining absolute control over the slave again what would have only needed an order and change in attitudes from him, he deepened the kiss and his hand travelled up from the man’s knee and thigh again until it reached the younger one’s cock that was confined in those tiny panties and he grabbed it and rubbed it through the fabric.

 

Had he not been drunk he had probably not been able to let go, to be less uptight and to let the other touch him and kiss him as he pleased but the alcohol had lowered his self-control and loosened the iron grip with which he disciplined himself usually. Glover pulled away from the kiss as he needed to breathe and when their lips parted there was a string of salvia still connecting him. For a moment his blue eyes looked into the auburn haired man’s brown ones and while he was looking into the man’s eyes he was grabbing his dick more tightly before he took away the other hand from the slave’s arse and used both of his hands to undress the slave, pulling down the tiny panties, exposing his dick to him again. His mouth found its way to the younger one’s neck and he was pressing feverish kisses onto it that escalated into sucking on the skin, biting and licking it soon after. “Take off your shirt.” He said sounding different than his usual orders as he was nudging the other’s neck with his nose, placing small and quick kisses onto the other’s skin again, travelling up the man’s throat until he had arrived at the other’s Adam’s apple playfully biting and licking over it.

[Shisu-Chan00]

It was so strange, this change with his master. He was touching him, touching him and enjoying it. The master didn’t seem to be bothering with it either as his hands tightened into his hair and pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed against one another like this was the only thing they could do. His arms slid around his masters neck sliding his hands in his hair. Everything was growing hotter, more intense. More…passionate? It was an entirely different feel from the last time they touched one another. Now it was mutual, wanted, and he could feel the balance between them as they both tried to figure the other one out. Then again all thoughts of that shut out when he felt his ass rubbing against his masters cock which was covered just by his boxers. He had forgotten his master was practically naked. His hands sprawled out along the back of his neck their lips colliding with one another in the want and need for one another.

 

Soon the kiss was broken and he was panting, his chest rising and falling as his brown eyes blinked open to look at his master. A shiver slid over his spine as he felt a hand touch the side of his torso and roaming down it slowly. Then again this didn’t matter there was a fire in him that couldn’t be cured without his master’s touch. He pulled him into another kiss and it seemed his master was a little shocked by this action. It took him a moment to catch up to him as his fingers laced into his hair. A soft whimper left his lips as he felt that strong body under him react. He felt his tongue wrap around his own and steal it away only to let it go and chase it again. He could feel it very known against his ass, growing in hardness. He could feel it pulsing against him and he wanted it. Sure they had just fucked but this felt different. He wasn’t being ordered around he wasn’t being degraded. The master wasn’t being cold to him and no one was pushing him to do something he didn’t want to do.

 

A shiver ran over his body as those strong hands found their way to his nipples rubbing a hand over them without meaning to it seemed like. The tight clothing seeming to grow tighter as his nipples reacted as well as his own cock in his tight pants. He felt a light whimper leave him and it fall over the others lips slowly swallowing the sound. He could feel those hands roaming lower to his thighs. It was like a burn in his lower half, he could feel it burning more and more and his cock twitched in agony. Not fully hard but close to it for sure as the anticipation of his masters hands overcame him.

 

They kissed more and more and it got deeper. For a moment it seemed like it would stop, that his master would push him away. Force him to realize that he was touching him without want and that this was uncalled for. Yet, he didn’t. Before long he felt the kiss deepen and he moaned against his lip which only deepened as he felt the hand roam up his inner thigh. A soft gasp left him as he felt the others hands caress his cock and he tightened his fingers into his masters hair. His hands let go slowly and he roamed them to his shoulders, his nails lightly finding their way there.

 

The kiss was soon over and he found himself catching air and he shivered lightly pushing his hips up into the others hand. He blinked up at the man before him blushing lightly as he realized he had taken a slight control over this little thing. They stared into each others eyes for awhile unable to look away but he couldn’t help it when he felt the others hand grip him harder. He whimpered softly his hands tightening in his shoulders. He felt the others hands roaming over his ass and pulling those tight panties down. He was breathing hard feeling the air kiss his hard cock as it was exposed once more. The slaves hands lightly roamed down the masters chest caressing the muscles there as if memorizing them.

 

The master was being so kind, so sweet. He felt lips roam down his neck causing a light sigh of content from him. A blush formed on his cheeks as he felt those kisses that were feathery turn into sucking and biting and licking. Then, an order? Or rather a request. It was so strange coming from his master, the request for him to take his shirt off was rather quiet. It didn’t have that coldness to it, the hate that followed. It wasn’t nice or sweet but it was nice to him. He smiled lightly and nodded as he felt the other nudging against his neck with his nose those soft kisses appearing again. He tilted his head up as the kisses roamed up and he closed his eyes as he felt them roam over his Adam’s apple. His hands roamed down lower still and stopped at the others boxers until his hand lightly rubbed against him leaning into the biting and licking.

 

He then shifted and moved his arms pulling the tight shift off his body. He blushed lightly as he threw it from the bed to land on the floor. When he was finished his arms slid around the others neck lightly leaning into him and nipping his ear softly. “Master…” He whispered softly nipping the others jaw playfully as his hips shifted and his arms roamed back down his chest. His fingers lightly tugged at the others boxers until his cock was out in the open as well. He gently ran his thumb over the tip of it with a soft moan his own hips pushing forward and the tip of his cock rubbing against his masters. It was fire that drove him and he knew that this passion was new and exciting to his master if not a little terrifying. He felt like a human, like he wasn’t a slave but an equal sleeping with this man on his own wants. Well, it was on his own wants but he was sleeping with him as they were one…not of different classes. It was a wonderful feeling and he didn’t want it to die. Plus, it was a little exciting for he didn’t know what was next on his masters agenda.

[-Hideki-]

As soon as Frederick’s hand had rubbed over and grabbed the auburn haired male’s dick he felt the other pushing his hips into his hand wanting and longingly. While he stared into those brown eyes he saw how the other was blushing and it only made him appear sexier to him and made it boil inside of the blond man more than it already did. He could hear him whimper as he tightened the grip around the clothed cock in the younger man’s panties and it enthralled him and encouraged him to make more sounds escape this man, to make him moan and tremble in lust.

 

Wanting to feel the other’s bare cock, its heat, its hardness and how it throbbed he pulled down those panties rather hastily making the servants member string free and his blue gaze travelled down to the short man’s dick that was bared to him once more. He began to stroke it, to tease the veins and to rub the tip, to shove his thumb under the foreskin while he felt Ezra’s hand on his chest, roaming over his body, feeling his skin, running through the trimmed hair and tracing his muscles what made him automatically flex them. Glover didn’t want it to stop, he wanted to be touched by the other more, he wanted him to explore and to get to know his body as he would study the slave’s body.

 

When the judge was paying attention to the man’s neck and Adam’s apple, kissing, sucking, biting the skin leaving the auburn haired with dozens of love bites and marks he suddenly felt the hand that had caressed his chest before running down his crotch and then rubbing over the tent in his boxers. He opened his half closed eyes for a moment and a wave of heat struck him when he felt his dick being rubbed without having known that the younger man would do this at this moment since he was not ordering and controlling him right now. It took his breath for a mere second before he continued with his kisses, the enjoyment kicking in after the surprise, his hard cock yearning for more attention, wanting to be freed from its confinements.

 

While Ezra undressed and had to shift for this he stopped kissing him and let go of the other’s pulsating cock for a moment watching the man as he pulled the tight shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor next to the bed. His blue eyes wandered over the exposed body that was so tempting, so hot and sexual to him. Those erect nipples, the slender figure, the pale skin, he looked like art to him what was going against everything their societies hierarchy told them.

 

He felt arms slide around his strong neck again right after the slave had undressed himself and he felt the auburn haired nibbling on his ear breathing his title into it and the seductive, heated way he said it made his cock twitch in his boxers. Letting Ezra nibble at his jaw he let his hands travel over the slender figure of the other. Caressing his torso, exploring every centimetre of the man’s skin before he reached those lewd nipples and he couldn’t resist rubbing and pulling them. Fred didn’t know why but the man’s nipples were incredibly hot and tempting to him. The nipples of the servants before him had not been of too much interest to him other than for sexual torture and putting brackets on them. This was different though, he wanted to touch and suck on those erect sensitive spots, he wanted to pleasure them and it was not pain on the face of his partner that turned him on about them.

 

Then he felt the younger ones hand running down his chest again until they reached his boxers and he felt the man tugging on them until his erect dick popped out and he felt the air in the room that was feeling cold against the heated, throbbing thing of his. He took a deep breath when he felt Ezra’s thumb rubbing over the head of his dick making sparks shoot through his body and more blood run into his cock.

When the other man’s hips pushed forward he felt the head of the servant’s dick pressing against his and his blue eyes were looking into the brown ones intensely, clear fire and arousal to see in them, as this was only turning him on more than he already was. It was as if their cocks were kissing each other and it felt great making him want to feel the younger man’s dick against his own more and more intensely.

 

His hand formed a strong grip around both of their dicks, for a moment he just enjoyed to feel the other’s throbbing heat against his hard rod of meat with its sticking out pulsating veins and it got him heated already. For a reason he didn’t know as he had not done this before, it was incredibly hot to him to feel Ezra’s cock on his own and he started to move his hand, stroking both of their dicks, thrusting into the hand grinding against the other’s member, gradually increasing what he was doing. His heart beat continuously on the rise and he felt how his breath was getting heavier and when he tightened the grip more and rubbed over both of their tips with his thumb he started to slightly pant, holding back a moan as he leaned forward and dragged the other into a wild, breathless kiss letting his tongue swirl around the other’s like he was rubbing their cocks together.

 

It felt great to him and it was hard for him to not let that show on his face. For once the alcohol lowered the level of control he had severely and on top of that the whole situation was just different. His thick cock was starting to drip precum that got mixed with the servants precum and that he rubbed over their dicks, making them glister and his hand slid over them much more easily causing him to have to fight back another moan that wanted to escape him.

 

As his eyes were watching the other and the hotter he got he felt the urge to put it in, to be inside of that man, to fuck him and he followed that whim without a second thought and pushed the other man down onto the mattress towering over him, looking into the brown eyes before he kissed Ezra another time. His hand was running over the man’s entire body before it reached his downstairs area and he was spreading the other’s legs whilst still passionately and burningly kissing him. He let his fingers rub over the other’s arsehole, teasing it before he broke the kiss and shifted, to search for something in the bedside cabinet. He took out the bottle of lube and applied it onto the hole and two fingers, slowly entering the fingers, stretching him out again what didn’t take that long this time as they had just fucked.

 

Taking out his fingers after a short preparation he smeared some lube onto his throbbing dick that was yearning and lusting for that rosy, tight hole of the other. Fred took the young man’s legs, spreading them some more laying them over his shoulders as he leaned over him, looking into the other’s eyes.

This basic position was new to him! He had never fucked anyone in such a position as he had not wanted to look into their faces doing it and he had not wanted them to see his face. He had considered that way too intimate but now he wanted this. He wanted the intimacy that those fuckers on the TV were denying him.

The judge rubbed his dick over the entrance before he was putting it in biting his lower lip to not moan as he entered and the tightness of the man’s slutty hole was greeting him by clenching around him hard.

 

Slowly he started to move his blue eyes locked with the brown ones and as he was getting faster and was thrusting harder against Ezra’s prostate he kissed the auburn haired man again, what soon escalated into a lewd, wild, animalistic kiss that he growled into as his body was drowning in pleasure that was shooting through his cock as he hammered into the other and the muscle of Ezra’s hole choke his throbbing dick.