A Good Servant Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

A Good Servant Ch. 4

... completely naked, were relaxing in various provocative positions on the sofas brought to the room specifically for the event. The servants Cory had met earlier were fawning over them, making their perfectly tanned bodies glisten with special oils they had probably brought from their masters’ homes. He noticed how Dion was carefully massaging the round buttocks of a beautiful brunet with long hair. When the slave’s eyes lazily opened, he noticed they were the deepest blue. The slave shifted and watched him with interest. Cory just stared, finding it impossible to unglue his eyes from the brunet’s steady gaze. “Who’s the new bitch?” the slave drawled the words, and Cory felt an unfamiliar sting somewhere right in the middle of his chest. Dion slapped the man’s buttocks. “Play nice, Antoine. He belongs to lord Xavier,” the redhead warned. “So?” the slave got up, followed by other pairs of interested eyes, as he got closer to the object of his interest. Suddenly, it was silence; Cory could feel it, thick and dangerous around him. The slave called Antoine stopped in front of him. He was a few good inches taller than the servant, so Cory had to tip his head a bit backwards to keep his eyes on him. “Pretty,” Antoine commented, while catching a few strands of blond hair and playing with them, by rolling them on his fingers. “Since you’re Xavier’s toy, I suppose you know well how to suck cock,” he said with a small smile that made Cory shift a bit nervously. Fortunately, Dion came ...

... to the rescue. “Don’t bully him. He’s new. And just because he belongs to lord Xavier – don’t ever forget to add the honorific, Antoine, or one day your ass will be toasted – it does not mean that he is supposed to be your toy, too.” “What?” Antoine crossed his arms over a perfectly chiseled torso. “I am only asking to be prepared by him,” he smiled and winked at Cory. “I think I am perfectly capable of doing that,” Dion’s dark eyes grew a shade darker. “I am bored of you,” Antoine flicked his mane of black hair over a shoulder, trying to dismiss Dion from his view. “With you, it’s always the same routine. I want something new. Can you give me something new?” he asked, lifting his chin in disdain, and watching Dion through his eyelashes. “What a melodrama queen,” Dion hissed. “Any hot orifice will do for you. Stop being difficult.” “I can tell master my performance lost its shine because you failed to prepare me,” Antoine warned, making Dion roll his eyes in exasperation. Cory felt compelled to intervene. “There is no problem, Dion. I came here to help, after all. Please let me know what I have to do, and I will do my best.” His small speech made the two turn their heads in surprise in the same time. Cory could tell the others in the room, slaves and servants alike, were now staring at him. Again, he was showed his place. His master was one thing, though; a powerful man, capable of crushing Cory within a blink of an eye, while this slave was nothing but one of the many toys ...