A Good Servant Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

A Good Servant Ch. 4

... were the immediate reply. “But we haven’t gotten to fuck him yet,” one slave protested. “I am the only one that gets to fuck him from now on,” Antoine spoke. “Be thankful I let any of you touch him.” He brutally pulled Cory up and dragged him in his arms. “If anyone touches what’s mine …” he let the threat float in the still air of the room. Disgruntled slaves turned their backs to now search for the other servants, to vent off their steam. For a brief second, Cory’s eyes crossed with Dion’s. He winked at the other, and the redhead’s look of amazement was priceless. “We don’t have much time left,” Antoine grabbed Cory’s head to kiss him. The blond averted his lips. “They had their cocks in my mouth,” he explained, as Antoine’s embrace became impossible tight. “I suppose you don’t want to taste them all,” he added with an innocent look, as he stared into the slave’s eyes. With a low growl, Antoine pressed his head against his chest. “Next time I see you, Cory, I want you all to myself.” *** In the meantime, the masters were starting to leave. As Cory headed for the main hallway, to join the others, he suddenly crossed paths with the last man he wanted to see that night. “Are you alright, Cory?” Lucas gestured to caress his head, but Cory quickly bowed to avert the touch. “A master should not be concerned with a servant’s well being. It’s ...

... against the protocol,” he said quickly and hurried to move along. The man’s strong grip stopped him. “A master does what he pleases, servant,” Lucas’s voice became low and dangerous. Cory suddenly felt his arm becoming free. He raised his eyes to see his one true master. He bowed and Xavier commented. “Everyone has left. Would you care to stay a while longer, Lucas?” his master asked. “No. I should get going, too,” Lucas’s voice sounded annoyed. *** “Cory,” his master caressed his hair, as they both sat on the master bed. “How many cocks did you have in your ass tonight?” There was no real need for a confirmation, but Cory was glad to have it. Xavier had known what was going to happen. “I didn’t know I had to count,” he said innocently, and Xavier laughed. “You’re such a good servant, Cory, such as good servant. Do you still have any energy left in you to serve your master, then?” “Of course, master. I always do,” he raised his blue eyes to look at Xavier. Grey eyes searched his face for the slightest sign of rebellion. Not finding one, the man’s beautiful features relaxed. “You’re good at following orders, Cory. It’s all you need to do. Don’t ever forget who your master is, and the world will be yours.” He had a mind of asking what that meant, but as Xavier moved against his body, letting his intentions know, he let the world fade away.