Page 7 of Body Slave

The master tossed the cell on the coffee table and draining his glass, reached behind to clasp Oliver by the wrist. With his eyes back on the television, he dug his thumb in the soft spot between the wrist bones. Pressure turned into pain until Oliver gasped. The master tugged him forward so that he had to stumble around the couch.

“On your knees, boy.”

With an inward sigh, Oliver did as he was told.

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For the next few days, the household’s excitement of the young master’s return spiced up the monotony of Oliver’s life. Mary bustled about planning all of Ben’s favorite meals, Polly freshened the guy’s bedroom, while Freddy cleaned the pool and spruced up the backyard. Even Joe smiled through what had to be a painful back as he went about his duties. It seemed to Oliver the slaves showed more enthusiasm over the young master’s homecoming than his father. As Friday approached, Oliver sensed a tension about the master that came out in the form of relentless sexual release. Even in the dead of night the man would turn to Oliver to use his body. By the time Friday arrived, Oliver was exhausted.

The master came home earlier than usual and immediately downed a scotch while Oliver sucked him off. He was swallowing down the last of his master’s cum when he heard a commotion from the front door. Pushing Oliver back, the master sprang up and righted his pants before racing out of the den. Oliver got to his feet and followed at a slower pace. Naked except for the rings that were almost always wrapped around his cock, he felt shy at the idea of someone new seeing him. Of course, come the next night, four other men would ogle him. At least Mary had said the master expected that number of guests.

At the entryway, she stood enveloped in masculine arms while Polly and Freddy hung around to one side. “It’s so good to have you home, Master Ben,” the housekeeper cried.

“It’s great to be home, Mary. I missed you, all of you,” a voice muffled by her hair said.

Then they broke apart and Oliver could only stare at the young man standing in front of the open door. He had dark curly hair with a hint of red reflected by the sunlight streaming in. His dress of T-shirt and cargo shorts showed off his long limbs. He was muscular like his father, but leaner and tanned to a golden hue, as if he’d spent a lot of time outdoors. He smiled with genuine pleasure at the small group around him, his straight white teeth gleaming.

For the first time in a long while, Oliver’s cock stirred to life. He winced inwardly when the steel cage around it cut off the burgeoning erection. Good thing, too. Getting hard at the sight of the master’s son would land him against the whipping post faster than any dented car would. But God, Ben was magnificent. Moving his hands in front of himself, Oliver willed the hardness away while he watched the homecoming from a distance.

He wasn’t the only one standing back, either. The master remained still ahead of him, the now-empty glass held tight in his hand. He made no move to greet his son. It was the young master who finally brought them together. With the smile fixed on his face, he turned to his father.

“It’s good to see you, Dad.” He stepped farther into the house and extended a hand. The master took it and they exchanged a brief shake.

“Welcome home, Ben,” the older man said.

Oliver didn’t know shit about father-and-son relationships, other than the made-up stuff he’d seen on television. It seemed to him, though, that the interaction of the two masters was awkward at best. The two men stood staring at each other for a few seconds before Joe broke the tension by coming in with a couple of duffle bags in his hands.

“Oh, thanks, Joe,” Ben said. “Would you please bring them up to my room?”

Oliver tried not to show any surprise. A freeman asking his slave to do something instead of telling him? How weird was that?

The master frowned as he watched Joe hustle up the stairs. “Polly, go unpack Master Ben’s bags,” he ordered in a gruff tone.

“That’s okay,” Ben said. “I can do it. I need to go take a shower before dinner anyway.”

“You’ve been without slaves too long,” his father said. “Polly will take care of your things.” As he said it, he gave Polly a look that had her nodding her head in agreement and scurrying up the stairs after Joe. “Mary, I want dinner in an hour.”

“Yes, master,” she agreed and left, tugging Freddy in her wake.

With his hands shoved in his back pockets, Ben heaved a sigh at his father. “You’re right. I haven’t been around slaves for the last two months because the EU followed Canada’s example and outlawed slavery last year.”

“And all of their economies have gone down the crapper because of it, dragging on ours, too, I might add,” the master retorted.

The news stunned Oliver. There were actually countries in the world where people had made slavery illegal. It wasn’t just rumors. But then what difference did it make? He lived in the US and slavery was certainly alive and well in his known world.

Ben shook his head. “Jesus, Dad.” If he had intended to say more, he didn’t. At that moment, he glanced down the hall and saw Oliver. His expression went from confusion to dawning understanding in a matter of moments. His gaze traveled the length of Oliver’s naked form from head to toe and then back again. With the intensity of his scrutiny, Oliver blushed with shame, desire, who knew?

“Is that?” Ben broke off his question and jerked his stare back to his father.

The master cleared his throat. “Ah, yeah, that’s my new body slave. Come here, Oliver,” he commanded sharply.

Oliver stepped closer and lowered his gaze. “Welcome home, Master Ben,” he said, as that seemed to be the only thing to say.

A long awkward silence ensued until Ben finally broke it. “I had no idea you’d done that.” His voice held an odd catch to it.

Oliver sneaked a peek at the young master from under his lashes. He caught a look of sadness on his face.

The master sighed heavily. “I miss your mother as much today as I ever did, but I needed some companionship. I got a boy because I couldn’t, wouldn’t put a girl in her bed. Oliver keeps me company, takes care of my—needs.”

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