Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

The young men seemed boisterous and carefree, and there was gossip flying in all directions. From the stolen glances, he could tell none of them had been with him at the Institution at the same time. They were probably from other units, he mused, as strict rules commanded that no servant in training was to roam the area as he saw fit. So, except for the dozen boys he had been with in the same room, he had no knowledge of anyone else.

“Isn’t he pretty?” he heard a tall, beautiful redhead commenting.

He continued to stack plates, just looking once at the man talking. The servant was staring at him, but he could not say whether he was the subject of the conversation or not. The other three servants had stopped from their activities and they were looking at him, as well.

He blushed and cast his eyes down.

“Wow, so virginal,” another, with fair hair, like Cory, commented. “How can you be in Lord Xavier’s service and still be able to blush?”

The redhead punched the other in the arm. “Stop it, Kain. He’s obviously new.”

A smaller, cute male, with a mop of black hair getting in his eyes, joined the conversation. “Cory, tell us, has your master fucked you?”

The question didn’t sound like an insult; actually, the four letter word sounded completely natural, and the youngster’s question just simple curiosity.

The rest laughed seeing his hesitation. The redhead took him by the shoulders.

“Come now, Cory, we’re dying to know. All the servants in Lord Xavier’s service so far have been so thoroughly fucked, that you cannot believe the stories they said. So, please, please, with sugar on top, tell us all the dirty details!” he made a dramatic gesture as if their whole lives depended on Cory’s confession.

“I…” Cory started, “I cannot tell anything.”

“You’re afraid,” the redhead commented. “How could you be? Your master has made the happiest servants in Drena so far. When he’s done with one, he sets him free with a pile of gifts. You could not believe those cocksuckers now, how they go to parties, and wiggle their tails to rich tourists, just because they had the chance to be in Lord Xavier’s bed,” he commented, expressing his disgust.

“Your masters…”, Cory blushed, “don’t they all… ?”

Another unanimous laughter was the answer. “No, sweetie. They have pleasure slaves trained at the Academy to satisfy their cocks. We’re just some glorified housemaids, that’s all.”

Despite the brazen attitude, Cory could tell the redhead was disappointed, and he understood why everyone was so interested in what he had to say. But he was still afraid. They obviously had no idea how scary the man could be. They had not been threatened like he had been.

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Firm hands grabbed him from behind, as he bent over the table to place utensils next to the plates.

“Hello, Cory,” he heard Lord Lucas whispering in his ear.

To say he felt nothing while his hips were held still by strong, firm hands, would have been a lie. Despite his sudden need to just push his ass against the owner of said hands, his conscience told him to straighten up and assume a rather frigid countenance, as he turned to face lord Lucas.

“Good evening, sir,” he bowed politely, his eyes traveling from the man’s chin along the black silk shirt to find a rescue point in the subtle black diamond tie needle, one of the few embellishments the rulers were allowed to wear.

The man did not seem to be taken aback by the servant’s attitude. A small chuckle was the answer, and Cory’s chin was gently tipped, determining the young man to look up. The slightest amount of blush colored the high of his cheeks for a brief second, as his eyes sank in the emerald pools. The fact that Lucas was so beautiful it hurt didn’t help. Mustering all his courage, he cast his eyes down, avoiding the direct look.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?”

He could almost congratulate himself for maintaining his voice steady as he spoke.

“Oh, Cory,” Lucas whispered seductively, “you can help you me with a lot of things.”

The young man was saved by the rest of the servants, marching from the kitchen with all kinds of delicious treats on their trays.

Cory took advantage of the brief interruption and scurried away, murmuring an apology. No matter how much he wanted to stay right there and lose himself in Lucas’s amazingly hypnotic gaze, he knew his master’s words could not be taken as idle threats.