Page 25 of Body Slave

Oliver allowed himself to lie there for a few seconds more before zipping up his pants. His cum had already dried on his abdomen and some must be on Ben’s hand. He glanced up in time to see Ben wiping his fingers against his thigh and while Oliver was slightly mortified to have dirtied his better, Ben didn’t seem to care. When he struggled to sit up, Ben held a hand out in an obvious invitation to help.

Feeling shy and awkward, Oliver accepted the offer and found himself not only standing but pressed against Ben’s body once more. He leaned into the solid embrace, basking in the comfort of the arms that wrapped around him. He grinned when a kiss brushed against his temple. The expression died, though, when Ben gently pushed him away.

“I guess we should both go to bed.” Ben sounded skeptical of his own suggestion, but Oliver took it as the order it was.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for tonight.” He couldn’t even look the man in the eye. Shyness, not fear, made it so.

“No, thank you, Oliver.” Placing another quick kiss on his lips, Ben hurried out of the room.

Making his feet move proved hard to do. Oliver wanted to linger in the room that vaguely smelled of what they’d been up to. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d lie back down on the couch and sleep cocooned within the scent. That would be taking advantage of Ben’s generosity, of course, so he didn’t. Instead he tread quickly but quietly down to the slave level. When he slipped inside the room he shared with Freddy, he tried not to wake the other man.

“What’ve you been up to?” a sleepy voice asked.

In the middle of sliding out of his pants, Oliver paused a second in surprise before continuing. “Catering to Master Ben while he watched a movie.” He kept his tone indifferent, bored even.

Freddy snorted. “That was some long movie.”

“I guess,” he replied and climbed into the single bed on the opposite side of the room. He pulled a sheet up, delighted when the cool fabric rubbed his still-sensitive cock. “It seemed pretty stupid to me, but Master Ben liked it and he needed me to fetch his beers for him.” He hated making the wonderful night sound like just another chore. It was important, however, to keep the other slaves from knowing what had happened. Although he didn’t think any of them would snitch to the master, it wouldn’t be fair to put them in such a bad position.

“Gave you some, too. I can smell it from here.”

Oliver’s heart lurched. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. “I, um, took a sip from one of the empties to see what it tastes like.”

“Uh, huh.” Freddy didn’t sound convinced. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Just be careful. You only think you’ve seen the master when he’s mad. That man can deliver some serious hurt.”

“I know.” Jesus, what did Freddy think went on upstairs most nights?

A heavy sigh wafted across the room. “Yeah, I guess you do. Still, be careful.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks.” He understood the other slave was trying to be kind. But he wanted to be left to savor the memories of his night. Those precious moments with Ben were worth any punishment. He just hoped there’d be more in the coming days.

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Oliver carefully hid his disappointment when he found Ben had left the house by the time he woke up. A work emergency, Mary had said when she handed Oliver some breakfast. The others had already eaten and were going about their day, too, because it was midmorning. It felt strange to sleep in so late and stranger still to have nothing in particular to do. After a light breakfast, he worked out in the gym then headed to the pool with the vague notion of practicing how to swim. Staring down at the shimmering water, he lost confidence and interest. He was pretty sure Ben wouldn’t mind his using the pool without explicit permission, yet the idea wasn’t much fun without the other man to share it with.

After a few minutes of dithering, he stripped off his clothes and sat at the edge with his legs dangling in the deep end. He re-lived the previous night while staring at the ripples he made with his fluttering feet. He became so engrossed with his thoughts, he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone until a nude figure raced by him and dove into the water. A wide grin spread over Oliver’s face when Ben broke the surface.

“Come on in, the water’s fine,” he called out with a shake of his head.

Without hesitation, Oliver slid in. Ben was there within seconds to grab him by the waist to make sure he didn’t sink. They stared at each other for a moment or two and Oliver thought he might get kissed again. The moment passed without it though, and Ben brought them both to a place where their feet could touch bottom.

“Time for another swimming lesson,” Ben declared with a smile.

Oliver returned the look. “Okay.” He marveled at how comfortable he’d become with his master’s son in such a short time.

He worked extra hard at doing well to please Ben. Mary came out with lunch after a while and Ben insisted Oliver sit at the table outside to share it with him. It wasn’t as weird as he thought it should be to eat beside a free person. Ben made everything seem so natural. So right. He entertained Oliver by telling him about the morning’s emergency at the lumberyard. They both grinned and laughed between mouthfuls.

After lunch, Ben made him take a nap inside the cabana. Even though they were in separate chaises, the couple of hours they spent seemed awfully intimate to a naïve and lovesick Oliver. He shouldn’t have been surprised to wake up with a hard-on. Before he could hide it, Ben sat up with a wicked grin. Oliver was astonished into muteness when the young master leaned over and clasped the hard cock.

“Shhh,” he admonished when Oliver opened his mouth.

It took only a few jerks for Oliver to come in a soundless rush that lifted his back off the chaise. Through eyelids heavy with his orgasm, he watched Ben lick the cum off his fingers. He winked at Oliver then hauled him up and dragged him over to the pool. He shoved him in. As Oliver sank down, Ben joined him and entwined their bodies. He kissed Oliver while he kicked them to the surface. Oliver was all too aware of Ben’s hard dick trapped between their bellies. But when he reached down to reciprocate the hand job, Ben batted him away and renewed the swimming lessons instead.

Oliver tried to hide his disappointment with the reminder that just being with this man was more than he could hope for. So he relaxed and enjoyed the afternoon’s lessons, properly thanking the freeman for his time when Mary called them in for dinner. He ate with the other slaves, paying attention to their chatter, even though half his mind remained focused on Ben. He looked back at Mary with guileless eyes the one time he found her staring at him from across the table. If he spent no more time with Ben that day or any other, the memories of what they’d shared in the last twelve hours would be enough. And yet, his heart thudded painfully with anticipation when Ben ordered up another bowl of popcorn for another movie night.

This time it was a horror flick that gave Oliver the perfect excuse to curl up to Ben. Ben rewarded him by throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him in even closer. As with the previous night, they shared a few beers. By the time the ending credits rolled, Oliver felt nicely buzzed. Emboldened enough by the alcohol he slid his hand over Ben’s crotch again. The hard ridge under his palm had been there for a while. Obviously the freeman liked the cuddling, too. Oliver got no further than that, however. Ben stilled his hand with his own. Disappointment swallowed him up, until Ben brought his head closer.

“I don’t want a hand job or a blow job tonight. I want you to come to bed with me instead,” Ben whispered in his ear. “Will you do that? Please?”

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