Page 36 of Body Slave

A ripple went through Ben’s abdomen and his hand clasped Oliver’s. But instead of moving Oliver’s hand to his cock, he firmly lifted it from his body. “You don’t need to show your gratitude by whoring yourself.”

Oliver winced at the words, although he didn’t have the right to. Of course that’s exactly the impression he’d given Ben, and deliberately so. It was a cowardly and selfish thing for him to try. Weak, too. He’d managed to be strong these last weeks, lying next to Ben, wanting him, needing him so badly, and not touching. It was harder tonight to keep up the façade and not just because of the news about his sister. Maybe it was the house and the fact that Ben kept referring to this room as their room.

He noticed as well that Ben hadn’t yet released his hand. Flipping his palm up, he entwined their fingers and pressed them against his own cock. In the few seconds that he’d touched Ben, he’d become hard. Nothing impeded the blood flow anymore and he’d often jerked off in the shower to thoughts of Ben before climbing into bed in order to stay soft through the night. Well, he’d stayed softer. Ben’s proximity proved too tempting and Oliver’s body too unruly to keep things completely under control. At the moment, however, it was a good thing.

“Do you feel that? That’s me wanting you,” he said. Ben sighed and tried to move his hand away. Oliver held on fast.

“You’re still coming to me out of a sense of duty, not genuine desire,” Ben said. There was a pause. “Or, are you?”

Oh, clever Ben, trying to get a confession of love out of him. Well, Oliver could be clever, too. “You said you wouldn’t force me to be your body slave and you’re not. I’m volunteering to be it, at least for tonight.”

“Fuck. What...are you practicing to be a lawyer now? I believe I said you had to make the first move to continue our relationship as a couple. Sex is only part of it.” Yanking his hand free, he said, “No fucking without commitment.”

Goddamned stubborn man! Why couldn’t he understand this was in his best interests? Anger made Oliver bold. He reached over to grab Ben’s cock and found it stiff. “You’re hard. You want me,” he said in an accusing tone.

“Of course I want you! I always want you. I’ve been beating off twice a day like a horny teenager for want of you.”

Despite the irritation in Ben’s voice, the admission made Oliver ridiculously happy and terribly worried at the same time. Ben needed to get over this idea that he was in love with Oliver. It was merely sex, not something to build a lifetime decision on, at least not for a freeman with all the choices the world afforded him. Before he could think better of it, he popped up onto his knees and threw a leg over Ben’s body.

“Let me serve you. Please, Master, there’s no need for you to do without.”

“No!” Ben grabbed Oliver around the waist and bucked at the same time. “Get off.”

“No, sir. I’m a body slave. My duty is to give you pleasure.”

Ben was larger and stronger, but Oliver had the leverage of being on top and the greater determination. Although at that moment, he struggled to figure out what point he was trying to make. He managed to keep a grip on Ben’s cock and slide up enough to shove it under his ass. With a force born from mounting desperation, he drove the hard rod into his dry hole. He gasped at the burning pain and dropped forward onto Ben’s chest.

“Christ, Oliver, get off, you’re hurting yourself.” When Ben tried to lift him again, Oliver clung to his shoulders.

“Please, just give me a moment,” he panted. He tried to relax and accept the intrusion. As much as it hurt, being breached by Ben again made him almost weep with joy.

Ben’s hands splayed across Oliver’s back and rubbed in soothing circles. “Stupid boy, what are you trying to prove?”

“I don’t honestly know,” he confessed.

He’d made a complete hash of everything. Staying away from Ben was supposed to give the man’s brain a chance to overrule his dick and realize he didn’t need to sacrifice his career plans for a slave. The initiated seduction was supposed to be a way for Oliver to satisfy his overwhelming need for Ben by giving the man a chance to use his body like a fuck toy. Instead, Ben ended up comforting him while Oliver fought the urge to burst into tears and beg Ben to never let him go.

Ben slid his hands down to cup Oliver’s ass. He squeezed, eliciting a groan from Oliver. “My feelings for you aren’t dependent on my dick being buried in your ass, you know.” When Oliver took a breath to say, well, fuck if he knew what, Ben shushed him.

“Let me finish. I’m not canceling the deal with my father. It’s more than just you now. These last few weeks, I’ve come to realize that there are lots of people’s lives at stake, yours, Danny’s, Mr. Fiorello, and everyone down at the lumberyard. They depend on that business for their lives and their livelihood, slave and free people alike. I’m not just tossing everyone to the wolves. God knows whom my father would sell it to if I didn’t stay.

“I’m sticking. It’s the right thing to do and it’s not bad. It’s a challenge that’s for sure and at some point, I’ll be able to hire an assistant manager who can take some of the burden and let me do my own thing more. Hell, I’m hoping my sister will want in when she’s done with college.”

He lifted Oliver’s head up to look him in the eye. “Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you believe me when I say I’m not changing my mind?”

Oliver closed his eyes for a second. “Yes, I get it, and yes, I do.” Of course being the decent man that he was, Ben saw the bigger picture. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Ben kissed him, a soft pressing of their lips. “If you don’t love me, it’s okay. If you want just sex between us, that’s okay, too. But please don’t shut me out because of a misguided belief that you’re doing me some kind of favor. You’re killing me here, Oliver. I need you and want you so badly.”

“Oh, Ben!” That was it, the battle over, the war won. He couldn’t fight Ben and himself any longer.

He tackled Ben’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside and licking every corner and crevice. Moaning, he lifted his hips and pressed down again. He welcomed the burning as Ben’s cock stretched his dry hole. It was no more than he deserved, or maybe it was his reward for trying to do the right thing. Strangely, this pain added a certain edge to his pleasure. As he bucked his hips with short, fast strokes, his climax built.

Ben groaned into Oliver’s mouth while his hand slipped between their bodies to grab hold of Oliver’s cock. He matched his strokes to the rhythm of Oliver’s pelvic thrusts. With a growl, he reached up with his other hand and fisted his fingers through Oliver’s hair. Using that hold as leverage, he twisted them around to put Oliver on his back. Then he, the master, controlled the fucking, pistoning his cock deep and hard. Pre-cum from both of their cocks eased the way inside and out, chasing away the last of the pain and ratcheting up the pleasure.

With a shout, Oliver came, spurting over Ben’s hand and coating both their chests. Ben followed him over the edge, bottoming out with a slap of his balls against Oliver’s ass. He ground their bodies together and savaged Oliver’s mouth until totally spent, he collapsed boneless. They lay panting for long minutes. Finally, Ben rolled over and brought Oliver with him so that they faced each other on their sides.

“That. That’s what you get for denying me for so long,” Ben said, still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t do it again.”

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