Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

The short hitch in the brunet’s breathing, as their eyes remained locked let him know he had won. Even small victories were worth taking into consideration, for a young servant who was expected to please and nothing else.

His eyes at half mast, he incrementally pushed the growing organ into his mouth, letting it slide down his throat. The now well known familiar stir in his groin made him shift a little, to adjust his position. If he wanted to survive tonight, without fear of embarrassment and worthlessness, he had to keep his head in the game. So he thought of the harsh training at the Institution, to will his erection down.

The brunet did not seem to care that Cory’s skillful technique was lacking in enthusiasm. He grabbed the blond head and pushed inside, deeper and deeper. The servant took the reins once more as he squeezed the base of Antoine’s cock hard and withdrew.

Antoine whimpered, as he felt cold air hitting the skin that had been so properly lavished until then.

“You are well stimulated now,” Cory politely bowed and stood up.

The brunet followed him with his eyes, as Dion hurried to pamper him some more.

“I want him,” the slave said like a petulant child.

“And?” Dion shrugged, but he looked after the blond as he took a seat at the far end of the room, the same serene look on his face he’d had as sucking Antoine.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” Antoine spoke annoyed. “He’d better be here after the party, or else…”

“Else what?” the redhead challenged.

“Or it will be you passed around tonight. And I know how much you hate it when I let all of them have a go at you.”

Dion pretended to be unaffected. “Have it your way. I do not mind as much as you think I do.”

“Watch it, Dion,” Antoine’s voice dropped a few notes. “I can always make the game more enjoyable. Maybe we should test how much you can resist with your head under water, this time?”

The redhead stiffened visibly. “You wouldn’t dare,” he warned, but his confidence from earlier was visibly shaken.

“Master doesn’t care. He can always replace you with some new face. I’m not sure if he even knows your name…” the brunet seemed to ponder, with an evil grin plastered all over his face.

“He’ll be here,” Dion blurted out, the corners of his mouth falling and his eyes looking down.

Antoine patted his head, in a fake gesture of affection. “Good boy. That’s what’s keeping you interesting and alive, Dion. Your ability to execute orders. Don’t forget.”

Dion looked grimly over the place where Cory sat, seemingly unaffected by the slurping sounds and moans filling the room, as the servants were getting the beautiful slaves ready for the show.

Antoine suddenly took his hand and placed it over his softening erection. “C’mon, Dion. Give it a few rubs, for luck.”

“It’s not as if you need it,” the redhead regained some of his composure, but did as told, making the supple organ lengthen in his hand again. The brunet laughed and grabbed Dion’s head to place a quick, hard kiss on the servant’s mouth.

From his spot, Cory watched. He could tell Dion was afraid. Despite the beauty, the luxury, fear was ever present, and he could only guess what Antoine wanted as he gestured towards the place where Xavier’s servant sat.

If he could live through his master’s threats, he could live through the whims of a pampered slave. His back straightened, his eyes looking ahead, he stood there, as if nothing mattered in the world.

The servants were not necessary during the performance, so they chose to remain in the living room after the slaves took their leave.

Cory sat next to Dion who looked lost in thought.

“So, Dion,” he asked the redhead, “what is the performance all about?” The other servant threw him a furtive look. “The masters enjoy seeing their slaves battling for dominance in a ring. And, of course, fuck,” came the explanation.

Cory nodded. Dion made a small gesture as if he wanted to say something else, but then returned to his sullen silence.

The blond could feel something was amiss. He gently touched the other’s shoulder. “What did Antoine say to you that you are so afraid right now?”

The redhead almost jumped. “N-nothing,” he stammered, but his face scrunched in a painful grimace. “Look, Cory,” he just blurted out, “you should just go.”

“And where should I go?” Cory asked with a small smile. “This is my master’s home.”

“Antoine…” Dion breathed out, on the verge of panicking, “he wants to…”

Cory squeezed Dion’s shoulder. “I guess I know what he wants.”

“No, you don’t,” the redhead said sharply. “He’ll force you to do it with everyone else. He gets off on making others feel miserable and useless. He’ll make you feel like a cheap whore, and you will not be able to say ‘no’, because…”

“Dion,” Cory warned. “Is your master letting him do it? Debase you and feel bad about yourself? Use you?”

“He doesn’t care,” Dion’s eyes were wet with tears. “Please don’t let it happen to you.”

Cory’s shoulders tensed. “Thank you for the warning, Dion. But sooner or later, it will happen anyway. It may be Antoine or someone else. And I was sort of warned before this may happen.”

Dion sniffled. “Aren’t you afraid? You may still be … a virgin?” the redhead asked, unsure.

Cory shook his head slowly. “Were you when it happened?” the blond asked hesitantly, and the other nodded with a bitter expression on his face. “Don’t worry. He’s a stupid one. And I saw you dealing with him. You can have power over him.”

“I can?” Dion stared at him, wide-eyed.

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The redhead stared at him in awe. “How old are you, Cory?”

“21.”

“And how come you’re so smart?”

“I doubt I’m smart. But I know one thing. That I enjoy living, even if it means suffering or being treated like you matter less than anything.”

Dion looked around, with a sad expression in his eyes.

“Drena is the most beautiful city on the coast. Yet so few people can enjoy its riches. From all, we are the worst. Slaves to the slaves, we are nothing but a commodity that, once rendered useless, can be thrown away.”

“What happens to the servants? How long are they supposed to serve?”

“When we get too tired or too used, we are usually sent to work the factories. I heard life is bad there,” Dion said with a whisper.

“It’s hard out there, but you are also free,” Cory said with melancholy in his bright blue eyes. “Freer than here.”

“You were taken from there? I was raised here, within the city limits,” Dion said with unbound curiosity.

“Yes, I was. And I wanted to remain there. Apparently, I was too good looking for hard labor. Isn’t that a bummer?” he added as if he was talking to himself. “I … loved someone there,” he said hesitantly, suddenly feeling the need to confess, to let another human being know about his thoughts, his feelings, his life before becoming a utility and nothing more.

“For real?” Dion was the one to squeeze his arm now, a bit excited. “How was he?”

“He was…” Cory realized he was having a hard time remembering his lover’s face. “He was a bit older. But he was good to me. A hard worker. Not as beautiful as any of the people around here. But he was kind, and…” his words died on his lips, seeing the doors opening and Antoine and the others walking in.