Page 29 of Body Slave

“What about your father?” More-or-less-intact slave families were not uncommon, like Mary, John, and Danny.

Oliver shrugged. “My old master was my father as far as I know.”

Ben involuntarily tightened his grip. “No one ever told you?”

Oliver shifted his gaze downward. “No, we never spoke of it. I know that my mother’d been with him since she was my age. Because he’s this quiet, geeky kind of guy, he didn’t have many friends and didn’t go out much. I’m assuming he was the only one who had access to her.”

Ben couldn’t hide the cringe at the frank assessment of who had the opportunity to fuck his mother, rape her really, even if the law didn’t recognize it as such. ”Oh,” was all he could say, pathetically little.

“Hey, it’s okay.” And how fucked up was it that the slave had to comfort the freeman? “He was a pretty nice master in that he rarely punished us and mostly kind of ignored us.” Oliver paused. “I used to wonder why he bothered to let our mother breed twice given that he seemed not to take any pleasure in having kids.”

Oliver rolled over onto his back, forcing Ben to loosen his hold. “One morning about a week after I turned eighteen, we could hear our mother crying and begging in the master’s bedroom. That was something new. She sounded so desperately unhappy. The master yelled and he rarely did that.” Oliver’s breath hitched. “Then there was this awful thud and I knew he’d hit her, hard. He rarely hit her and never more than a quick slap or a strapping. This sounded more like a punch.

“The doorbell rang and the master went downstairs. My sister and I peeked out into the hall in time to see him walking away and our mother running out of the room after him. Even with a few feet between us, we could see her tears and split lip.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Anyway, it was the people from the brokerage house. They’d come for me. I guess I was only partly surprised. I’d known for a few years that I was destined to be a body slave. I guess I hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly once I turned eighteen. Obviously he’d bred me as an investment. I came out pretty enough to be a body slave, but if I hadn’t been, I guess he would have sold me for whatever he could get. Lucky him, making a kid that fetched a high price.”

Ben nuzzled against Oliver’s neck. “Lucky for me, too.”

Oliver smiled at the observation, but it was tinged with sadness. “Seeing my mother and sister crying as they tied and leashed me turned out to be the hardest part. I tried to tell them it was fine, that I’d be fine. I don’t think I did a very good job convincing them. I was pretty scared,” he added in almost a whisper.

“Anyone would have been. You’re very brave given what you have to deal with.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think so. I’m just living my life. I’m still scared, though. Not for me, for my sister. She’s almost fifteen now and she was already beautiful by the time I last saw her.”

Oliver shifted and looked at Ben. The fear in his eyes showed clearly. “He’ll sell her when she turns eighteen, like he did me. I’m afraid for her, of what will happen to her. She’s so sweet. I don’t think she could handle being a body slave.”

As if Oliver were somehow tough and jaded, Ben thought bitterly. He would bet anything that the boy had been as sweet and innocent as his sister. Finally, however, there was something he could do to help. He propped himself up on one arm.

“I’ll buy her.” Oliver’s eyes widened. “I’ll contact the brokerage house and offer them a fee to track down your birth master. I can’t buy your sister now because of her age, so I’ll have him sign an agreement to buy her when she turns eighteen. I have the money from my mother’s estate,” he added when Oliver looked skeptical.

“Really?” the slave finally asked.

“Sure. Why not?”

Oliver glanced away. “Oh, um, I thought you liked boys.”

Laughing, Ben pulled the boy closer. “I do like boys. I wouldn’t buy her for a body slave. I’ll find some clerical work for her to do at the lumberyard.” He shrugged. “Who knows, maybe she’ll meet a nice slave boy and start her own family.

“You’d do this? For me?”

“For you,” Ben assured him in a quiet voice. He meant to give only a reassuring kiss. His cock and Oliver had other ideas. They slept very little for the rest of the night.

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Oliver dragged ass Monday morning, although he didn’t care because of the reason behind his tiredness, and because Ben brought him to the lumberyard. He was allowed to spend the whole day working with Mr. Fiorello and Danny, too. Even when he’d worked up the courage to ask Ben if he wanted to be blown in his office, Ben had refused. He treated Oliver like a human being, a free one even, rather than a toy. That alone made Oliver love him. Promising to buy his sister to keep her from the life of a body slave ensured that he would be devoted to Ben no matter what the cost. The master was due home in a couple of days so Oliver’s life would return to its painful and even dreary state. This time with Ben, however, and his promise would be enough to make anything bearable.

He intended to make what time they had left as good as he could. And given that blow jobs were off limits during the day, he made up for it once they were back home and alone for the night. Ben lay propped up in his bed, eyes closed, fists clenched against the sheet. His body writhed as Oliver sucked and laved his cock. He tasted so good and it was fun to make this man squirm with pleasure. It wasn’t a game or a chore, but an act of love. Oliver worked to bring him to a shattering climax.

When Ben bucked and shouted out his release, Oliver sucked him all the way down, milking him dry. As soon as the drained flesh slipped past Oliver’s lips, Ben dragged him up for a kiss. This was perhaps the best part of being with him, the affection. He felt treasured. Ben nipped at his lips and hugged him tight before simply pressing their foreheads together and staring into Oliver’s eyes.

“You have a way of sucking the stress right out of me.”

Oliver grinned. “Please don’t be too relaxed. I’m hoping you’ll fuck me later.” It amazed him that he could be so familiar with a freeman.

Ben swatted Oliver’s butt. “I’ve created a monster.” The grin that followed assured that Ben only teased. “I’m going to need a few minutes. How about some ice cream in the meantime?”

It was obvious that Ben had a sweet tooth and who was a slave to argue with a treat? “Sounds good.” When Oliver tried to get up to go to the kitchen, Ben pushed him back down and planted another kiss before rolling off the bed.

“No, don’t get up. I can find my way to the kitchen and dish up some ice cream,” he said pulling on sweatpants.

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