A Good Servant Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

A Good Servant Ch. 4

... your master allow you to … help?” “Help?” Cory shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to ask.” *** Cory could not say whether the masters were truly enjoying themselves as the atmosphere around the table seemed to be quite hush-hush. There were very quiet conversations being muttered, and it looked as if those seated at the table were interested only in the people located within close proximity and nothing else. As they finished serving the courses, he noticed how the other servants were called by their masters and then sent away with a short nod. He caught Dion’s eyes for a second, and the redhead made a small gesture towards Cory’s master. The young servant understood. He had spent almost the entire evening behind Xavier, trying hard to ignore how intimate he and Lucas seemed. They were talking sotto voce, just like everyone else, their heads almost touching, while, in turn, they barely touched the food placed in front of them. Somewhat reluctantly, he got closer and leaned in, so his master could hear him. “Master, I apologize for interrupting,” he whispered. Xavier turned with a somewhat displeased expression on his face. “Speak,” he said shortly. “I was wondering if I should go help the others preparing the slaves,” he continued, keeping his eyes down. There was a short glint in grey eyes that Cory missed. A quick glance was shared between the two rulers. Lucas’s lips pursed in displeasure. “Yes, of course. After all, you need the training, and since I don’t keep ...

... any slaves, it would be hard for you to achieve that kind of knowledge otherwise. Go with the others. I look forward to seeing what you have learned tonight,” he added with a mysterious smile, again looking more at Lucas, then at Cory. The servant nodded in the same fashion he had noticed the others doing and walked away, without looking at his master or his companion. Lucas voiced his protest as soon as Cory was no longer within earshot. “Xavier, is this a way for you to torment me?” “What are you saying?” Xavier feigned innocence. “He just needs the practice.” “He needs the practice,” Lucas mirrored his words. “he in particular, of all the servants you had.” “You know I’ve never kept anyone on a tight leash,” Xavier’s grey eyes turned into slits, as he continued to smile. “My servants are allowed … how should I put this? … a bit of leeway to compensate for their otherwise boring lives spent dusting and cooking all day long.” Lucas straightened his back and moved slightly away from his friend, as if he no longer cared for companionship. “Leeway,” he sneered while repeating the word. “He has no clue about what to expect, has he, Xavier? You know his conditioning will force him to serve. What would you possibly hope to achieve with this? With his looks, he will obviously be used.” “And why shouldn’t he?” “Don’t you mind having your bed warmer spread and thoroughly fucked by some low life slaves? Or others’ cum is just your choice for lubricant?” Lucas spat the words, while ...