Page 26 of Body Slave

Not trusting his voice, Oliver could only nod. Of course he’d do that. For Ben, he’d do anything, no matter how painful. The mere fact he’d asked him, instead of ordered him, was enough to gain his assent. And while part of his mind told Oliver he had no choice but to say yes, the stronger part of him knew he really did. Ben wouldn’t force him, he was sure of it. So he’d give his body to this man freely just as he had the blow job. Who knew? Perhaps he’d find that all sex was better when you wanted to do it. In any event, he held no doubt Ben would be as gentle with him as possible.

When Ben didn’t move, Oliver feared that he’d not been clear enough. Pulling away from the solid heat of the other man’s body, he looked him in the eye. “Yes, I want to.”

Ben gave him a brief, skeptical look before clasping his hand and leading him out of the room.

Oliver had never been in Ben’s bedroom before. There had been no reason to and because it was at the far end of the hall, past the master bedroom, he’d never even had an occasion to glance inside. It was smaller, cozier, decorated in blue and off-white, and a queen-sized bed. Plenty of room for two, and someone, Polly probably, had already turned down the bedding for the night. Oliver tried not to look at it too closely given how nervous he felt all of a sudden. He didn’t have any recent, pleasant memories of being in bed with another person, not since he’d shared a bed with his sister when they were young. They had often huddled against each other, taking a measure of comfort from a sibling, because their mother had been off limits to them in the night. They had learned never to look for her or call out to her even if they were sick. Their master had claimed her exclusive attention. Of course, they hadn’t understood exactly why until they’d been older.

And thinking of his mother being forced to do what he had agreed to do now was hardly conducive to settling his nerves.

“Hey,” Ben said softly, reaching up with his free hand to cup Oliver’s chin. “We don’t have to, you know, do anything if you don’t want to. We could just go to sleep. It would be enough to hold you all night.”

Oliver found it hard to look him in the eye, shyness almost overwhelming him. He could read the sincerity of the offer in Ben’s expression. He was truly giving Oliver a pass. But for how long? He knew what Ben wanted, what all masters wanted from a body slave. Eventually just sleeping wasn’t going to be enough and if Oliver put him off, surely Ben would tire of him. The thought of losing out on an opportunity to be with the man he loved was far more frightening to him than the prospect of being fucked. Besides, if he put it off, it would only grow in his mind as a thing to fear. Best to get it over with and no way it would be as bad as with the master.

He licked his lips. “I want to do this.”

Ben stared down at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay. Let’s start by getting rid of these clothes.”

Oliver had barely processed the statement before Ben had stripped him of his T-shirt and jeans. Then he tore off his own clothing before pulling Oliver in for a hungry kiss. He swept every corner of Oliver’s mouth with his tongue while he pulled him slowly over to the bed. Ben tumbled them both down and wrestled his way on top. His hands were in constant motion, racing up and down Oliver’s body, stroking and teasing the flesh. Oliver already panted and strained for more when he felt a finger trace the entrance to his hole. His training allowed him to relax against the touch in an instant, and he pushed any thoughts of pain to the far corners of his mind. Ben made him feel too good to let worry overtake him.

He bit back a grunt when the finger pierced him. With the master gone, he hadn’t bothered to lube himself. The dryness of his inner ring caused the intrusion to burn. He didn’t care. If Ben wanted to fuck him dry that was okay because he was determined to like anything this man did to him. The finger pulled back, however. Ben murmured something incoherent into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Ben leaned over to rummage around the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle. He squeezed a dollop of lube on his finger before once more capturing Oliver’s mouth in a searing kiss. This time when he fingered Oliver’s hole, no pain spoiled the touch.

Unsure of what to do with his own hands, Oliver fisted the sheets as the pleasure climbed within him. He was so consumed with the newness of enjoying himself in bed that he almost missed when two fingers slipped inside. But when Ben crooked those fingers to stroke his prostate, Oliver practically jumped out of his skin. He let go of any remaining inhibitions and moaned and writhed within Ben’s embrace. Every once in a while, Ben’s cock rubbed against his, causing exquisite torture. He wanted to beg for more. He didn’t dare, though. Ben was the master. He had the right to set the pace.

He couldn’t hold back a whimper, though.

Ben chuckled against his mouth. “You like that, do you?” Breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way down Oliver’s chest, stopping for a little while to lick the nipples. He kept going until his lips pressed against the head of Oliver’s cock. Then he did the most extraordinary thing—he covered it with his mouth and swallowed it. Oliver bucked wildly at the feeling of being encased for the first time by wet and willing heat. Other slaves had been forced to do this as part of their training. The idea that a freeman did it because he wanted to made the whole experience far hotter.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, inhibitions lost in the intense pleasure.

Ben hummed around the mouthful of hard flesh, the vibration coaxing Oliver’s climax even closer. Ben flicked his tongue around the glans before frenching the slit. He let his teeth graze the tip then sucked the cock down almost to its root. All the while, those fingers thrust deep within Oliver’s hole, teasing the sensitive gland at each pass. With his eyes scrunched closed, Oliver could only feel the erotic assault on his body. He wanted to watch, to have a vision of Ben lavishing this incomprehensible attention on him, but he couldn’t manage to prop open his eyelids even for a second.

With a loud, wet pop, Ben released Oliver’s dick. He pulled his fingers out, too. Another whimper escaped Oliver. Ben chuckled again.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby.” There was the snick of the lube bottle being opened then Ben shifted both their bodies so that Oliver’s legs hung over Ben’s shoulders. “I need to be inside you.” His voice registered barely above a whisper.

There was no time to worry about pain or force his body to relax. Oliver wanted Ben inside him, too. When the blunt head pressed against his hole, he shifted his hips to help ease it past the outer ring. The stiff rod slid in effortlessly. Not even a hint of pain marred the beautiful moment when Ben buried himself balls deep within Oliver’s willing body. They sighed simultaneously and giggled like schoolboys. Oliver forced his eyes open to see Ben staring down at him.

“A perfect fit, wouldn’t you say?” Ben emphasized his question with a jerk of his hips that allowed his cock to press against Oliver’s prostate.

“Unh,” was all the slave could manage in reply. It was perfect. Now he understood why some guys liked being fucked. He had known in theory but had never experienced the pure joy of being claimed by someone who wanted him to like it. He tested his newfound knowledge by tightening his hole. As his flesh clung to Ben’s, a jolt of pleasure shot to his own cock. It jumped and he bucked instinctively into the air.

Ben gasped and gripped Oliver’s thighs more strongly. “Do that again,” he commanded breathlessly.

Ever obedient to a master’s whims, Oliver complied and was rewarded with another gasp and delighted smile aimed down at him. With all of the training he had received, he knew what to do to please a man and to make him come faster. This was different. He wanted desperately to please Ben, not out of fear, but out of love. And he didn’t want to hurry him up. As good as being fucked by this man felt, he would gladly have it last all night.

Ben had other ideas.

With his gaze trained on Oliver, Ben began to thrust. Slowly at first then picked up speed as Oliver pumped his hips to meet him. The intensity of the pounding he took became too much for him to keep his eyes open. Slamming them shut, he threw his head back and moaned. He wanted to grab his own cock, yet didn’t dare. Ben was in charge. He’d let him know when he could come, if he could come. Except Ben didn’t say anything about it. He simply reached between their bodies and wrapped his fingers tightly around Oliver’s straining flesh.

Ben’s strokes matched the rhythm of his thrusts, the speed of both rocketing up. The wet smacking sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, as did the keening cries of both of them as their orgasms built.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming, baby,” Ben cried out. “Come with me. Come!”

With the order still ringing in his head, Oliver let himself go. He clenched fistfuls of sheet and arched his back. Ben shot inside his spasming ass as cum spurted out of his own cock. The timing was so close it was almost as if a part of Ben cycled through him and out again. This was what it meant to be joined with a lover. It meant so much more than being fucked.

As the tremors wound down in both their bodies, Oliver collapsed boneless against the bed. In the dim recesses of his mind, he thought he should move and do something. But he couldn’t manage to hold onto the idea and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Nine

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