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  Of course, it meant that his straining cock pressed against Ben’s body. Oliver worried for a second that was a bad thing before he realized Ben’s hand fumbled with his zipper. When fingers curled around his erection, Oliver gasped against the mouth still sliding across his own. The clasp was strong and commanding, a claiming of the flesh, but without pain. It resembled nothing like the quick hand jobs he’d occasionally been able to give himself before coming to this house, nor did it remind him of the clumsy, fervent efforts of other slave boys in the training center. The way in which Ben’s fingers stroked his cock with a sure and purposeful rhythm reminded Oliver of how he had been taught to pleasure a master. It was as if Ben strived to please him by building his climax because Oliver’s pleasure really mattered.

  The beer and blow job had pumped him sufficiently, so it didn’t take much effort to make him come. Gasping and writhing, he flew through the first orgasm he’d had in months. His body arched up against Ben’s and he cried out against the lips still covering his own. Ben held him tight, riding the wave with him, his tongue still lunging down Oliver’s throat. As soon as the pulsing stopped, however, the haze of passion started to lift. Oliver’s brain kicked back into thinking mode and worried over his mistake. He wasn’t supposed to come without permission. Maybe he’d get that beating after all. Still worth it.

  Then Ben chuckled against his lips.

  “Enjoyed that, did you?” he asked in a teasing tone.

  Oliver dared to open his eyes a bit and stared at the darker ones only inches from him. Passion still lurked there. He offered up a grin. “Yes, sir.”

  Ben’s lips pursed in a frown. “Ben. Here and now given what we just did, it’s Ben.”

  “Ben.” He said the name in barely a whisper, reverently, with all the love in his heart.

  To his surprise, Ben kissed him again, gently this time, his tongue taking a leisurely stroll through Oliver’s mouth. When Ben broke the contact, he still didn’t sit up. Instead he rested his head in the crook of Oliver’s neck, and he didn’t pull his hand away from Oliver’s softening cock, either. He merely clasped it loosely. His warm breath tickled Oliver’s skin. A minute or so ticked by with Ben lying on top. Oliver had the passing thought Ben might have fallen asleep. Then the man spoke.

  “You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” Ben said in a low voice. “Please tell me you liked it, that I didn’t make you do something you didn’t want.”

  Oliver grinned inwardly at the question. Seriously, how could Ben even think he hadn’t enjoyed himself? He dared to reach up and stroke the back of Ben’s head as he answered. “This has been the best night of my life.”

  Ben lifted his head and frowned down at him. “That can’t be. Please tell me this hasn’t been the best night of your entire life?”

  The poor man looked so stricken at the idea Oliver immediately wanted to ease his concern. “The best night of my adult life,” he amended because hey, there had been fun times as a child with his mother and sister. Only he hadn’t loved them the same way he now knew he loved Ben. This love was more intense, although just as futile. It wouldn’t amount to anything. Still, he wanted to assure Ben what they’d shared that evening was special to him even though he didn’t understand why the young master would worry about Oliver’s happiness.

  Ben’s lips curled up in a small smile. “Okay, I can accept that and I’m glad.” He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on Oliver’s forehead before pushing away. He stood and stretched his arms high above his head, groaning loudly as he did.

  Oliver allowed himself to lie there for a few seconds more before zipping up his pants. His cum had already dried on his abdomen and some must be on Ben’s hand. He glanced up in time to see Ben wiping his fingers against his thigh and while Oliver was slightly mortified to have dirtied his better, Ben didn’t seem to care. When he struggled to sit up, Ben held a hand out in an obvious invitation to help.

  Feeling shy and awkward, Oliver accepted the offer and found himself not only standing but pressed against Ben’s body once more. He leaned into the solid embrace, basking in the comfort of the arms that wrapped around him. He grinned when a kiss brushed against his temple. The expression died, though, when Ben gently pushed him away.

  “I guess we should both go to bed.” Ben sounded skeptical of his own suggestion, but Oliver took it as the order it was.

  “Yes, sir. Thank you for tonight.” He couldn’t even look the man in the eye. Shyness, not fear, made it so.

  “No, thank you, Oliver.” Placing another quick kiss on his lips, Ben hurried out of the room.

  Making his feet move proved hard to do. Oliver wanted to linger in the room that vaguely smelled of what they’d been up to. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d lie back down on the couch and sleep cocooned within the scent. That would be taking advantage of Ben’s generosity, of course, so he didn’t. Instead he tread quickly but quietly down to the slave level. When he slipped inside the room he shared with Freddy, he tried not to wake the other man.

  “What’ve you been up to?” a sleepy voice asked.

  In the middle of sliding out of his pants, Oliver paused a second in surprise before continuing. “Catering to Master Ben while he watched a movie.” He kept his tone indifferent, bored even.

  Freddy snorted. “That was some long movie.”

  “I guess,” he replied and climbed into the single bed on the opposite side of the room. He pulled a sheet up, delighted when the cool fabric rubbed his still-sensitive cock. “It seemed pretty stupid to me, but Master Ben liked it and he needed me to fetch his beers for him.” He hated making the wonderful night sound like just another chore. It was important, however, to keep the other slaves from knowing what had happened. Although he didn’t think any of them would snitch to the master, it wouldn’t be fair to put them in such a bad position.

  “Gave you some, too. I can smell it from here.”

  Oliver’s heart lurched. Damn, he’d forgotten about that. “I, um, took a sip from one of the empties to see what it tastes like.”

  “Uh, huh.” Freddy didn’t sound convinced. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Just be careful. You only think you’ve seen the master when he’s mad. That man can deliver some serious hurt.”

  “I know.” Jesus, what did Freddy think went on upstairs most nights?

  A heavy sigh wafted across the room. “Yeah, I guess you do. Still, be careful.”

  “Okay, I will. Thanks.” He understood the other slave was trying to be kind. But he wanted to be left to savor the memories of his night. Those precious moments with Ben were worth any punishment. He just hoped there’d be more in the coming days.

  ****

  Oliver carefully hid his disappointment when he found Ben had left the house by the time he woke up. A work emergency, Mary had said when she handed Oliver some breakfast. The others had already eaten and were going about their day, too, because it was midmorning. It felt strange to sleep in so late and stranger still to have nothing in particular to do. After a light breakfast, he worked out in the gym then headed to the pool with the vague notion of practicing how to swim. Staring down at the shimmering water, he lost confidence and interest. He was pretty sure Ben wouldn’t mind his using the pool without explicit permission, yet the idea wasn’t much fun without the other man to share it with.

  After a few minutes of dithering, he stripped off his clothes and sat at the edge with his legs dangling in the deep end. He re-lived the previous night while staring at the ripples he made with his fluttering feet. He became so engrossed with his thoughts, he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone until a nude figure raced by him and dove into the water. A wide grin spread over Oliver’s face when Ben broke the surface.

  “Come on in, the water’s fine,” he called out with a shake of his head.

  Without hesitation, Oliver slid in. Ben was there within seconds to grab him by the waist to make sure he didn’t sink. They stared at each other for a moment or two and Oliver thoug
ht he might get kissed again. The moment passed without it though, and Ben brought them both to a place where their feet could touch bottom.

  “Time for another swimming lesson,” Ben declared with a smile.

  Oliver returned the look. “Okay.” He marveled at how comfortable he’d become with his master’s son in such a short time.

  He worked extra hard at doing well to please Ben. Mary came out with lunch after a while and Ben insisted Oliver sit at the table outside to share it with him. It wasn’t as weird as he thought it should be to eat beside a free person. Ben made everything seem so natural. So right. He entertained Oliver by telling him about the morning’s emergency at the lumberyard. They both grinned and laughed between mouthfuls.

  After lunch, Ben made him take a nap inside the cabana. Even though they were in separate chaises, the couple of hours they spent seemed awfully intimate to a naïve and lovesick Oliver. He shouldn’t have been surprised to wake up with a hard-on. Before he could hide it, Ben sat up with a wicked grin. Oliver was astonished into muteness when the young master leaned over and clasped the hard cock.

  “Shhh,” he admonished when Oliver opened his mouth.

  It took only a few jerks for Oliver to come in a soundless rush that lifted his back off the chaise. Through eyelids heavy with his orgasm, he watched Ben lick the cum off his fingers. He winked at Oliver then hauled him up and dragged him over to the pool. He shoved him in. As Oliver sank down, Ben joined him and entwined their bodies. He kissed Oliver while he kicked them to the surface. Oliver was all too aware of Ben’s hard dick trapped between their bellies. But when he reached down to reciprocate the hand job, Ben batted him away and renewed the swimming lessons instead.

  Oliver tried to hide his disappointment with the reminder that just being with this man was more than he could hope for. So he relaxed and enjoyed the afternoon’s lessons, properly thanking the freeman for his time when Mary called them in for dinner. He ate with the other slaves, paying attention to their chatter, even though half his mind remained focused on Ben. He looked back at Mary with guileless eyes the one time he found her staring at him from across the table. If he spent no more time with Ben that day or any other, the memories of what they’d shared in the last twelve hours would be enough. And yet, his heart thudded painfully with anticipation when Ben ordered up another bowl of popcorn for another movie night.

  This time it was a horror flick that gave Oliver the perfect excuse to curl up to Ben. Ben rewarded him by throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him in even closer. As with the previous night, they shared a few beers. By the time the ending credits rolled, Oliver felt nicely buzzed. Emboldened enough by the alcohol he slid his hand over Ben’s crotch again. The hard ridge under his palm had been there for a while. Obviously the freeman liked the cuddling, too. Oliver got no further than that, however. Ben stilled his hand with his own. Disappointment swallowed him up, until Ben brought his head closer.

  “I don’t want a hand job or a blow job tonight. I want you to come to bed with me instead,” Ben whispered in his ear. “Will you do that? Please?”

  Not trusting his voice, Oliver could only nod. Of course he’d do that. For Ben, he’d do anything, no matter how painful. The mere fact he’d asked him, instead of ordered him, was enough to gain his assent. And while part of his mind told Oliver he had no choice but to say yes, the stronger part of him knew he really did. Ben wouldn’t force him, he was sure of it. So he’d give his body to this man freely just as he had the blow job. Who knew? Perhaps he’d find that all sex was better when you wanted to do it. In any event, he held no doubt Ben would be as gentle with him as possible.

  When Ben didn’t move, Oliver feared that he’d not been clear enough. Pulling away from the solid heat of the other man’s body, he looked him in the eye. “Yes, I want to.”

  Ben gave him a brief, skeptical look before clasping his hand and leading him out of the room.

  Oliver had never been in Ben’s bedroom before. There had been no reason to and because it was at the far end of the hall, past the master bedroom, he’d never even had an occasion to glance inside. It was smaller, cozier, decorated in blue and off-white, and a queen-sized bed. Plenty of room for two, and someone, Polly probably, had already turned down the bedding for the night. Oliver tried not to look at it too closely given how nervous he felt all of a sudden. He didn’t have any recent, pleasant memories of being in bed with another person, not since he’d shared a bed with his sister when they were young. They had often huddled against each other, taking a measure of comfort from a sibling, because their mother had been off limits to them in the night. They had learned never to look for her or call out to her even if they were sick. Their master had claimed her exclusive attention. Of course, they hadn’t understood exactly why until they’d been older.

  And thinking of his mother being forced to do what he had agreed to do now was hardly conducive to settling his nerves.

  “Hey,” Ben said softly, reaching up with his free hand to cup Oliver’s chin. “We don’t have to, you know, do anything if you don’t want to. We could just go to sleep. It would be enough to hold you all night.”

  Oliver found it hard to look him in the eye, shyness almost overwhelming him. He could read the sincerity of the offer in Ben’s expression. He was truly giving Oliver a pass. But for how long? He knew what Ben wanted, what all masters wanted from a body slave. Eventually just sleeping wasn’t going to be enough and if Oliver put him off, surely Ben would tire of him. The thought of losing out on an opportunity to be with the man he loved was far more frightening to him than the prospect of being fucked. Besides, if he put it off, it would only grow in his mind as a thing to fear. Best to get it over with and no way it would be as bad as with the master.

  He licked his lips. “I want to do this.”

  Ben stared down at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay. Let’s start by getting rid of these clothes.”

  Oliver had barely processed the statement before Ben had stripped him of his T-shirt and jeans. Then he tore off his own clothing before pulling Oliver in for a hungry kiss. He swept every corner of Oliver’s mouth with his tongue while he pulled him slowly over to the bed. Ben tumbled them both down and wrestled his way on top. His hands were in constant motion, racing up and down Oliver’s body, stroking and teasing the flesh. Oliver already panted and strained for more when he felt a finger trace the entrance to his hole. His training allowed him to relax against the touch in an instant, and he pushed any thoughts of pain to the far corners of his mind. Ben made him feel too good to let worry overtake him.

  He bit back a grunt when the finger pierced him. With the master gone, he hadn’t bothered to lube himself. The dryness of his inner ring caused the intrusion to burn. He didn’t care. If Ben wanted to fuck him dry that was okay because he was determined to like anything this man did to him. The finger pulled back, however. Ben murmured something incoherent into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Ben leaned over to rummage around the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small bottle. He squeezed a dollop of lube on his finger before once more capturing Oliver’s mouth in a searing kiss. This time when he fingered Oliver’s hole, no pain spoiled the touch.

  Unsure of what to do with his own hands, Oliver fisted the sheets as the pleasure climbed within him. He was so consumed with the newness of enjoying himself in bed that he almost missed when two fingers slipped inside. But when Ben crooked those fingers to stroke his prostate, Oliver practically jumped out of his skin. He let go of any remaining inhibitions and moaned and writhed within Ben’s embrace. Every once in a while, Ben’s cock rubbed against his, causing exquisite torture. He wanted to beg for more. He didn’t dare, though. Ben was the master. He had the right to set the pace.

  He couldn’t hold back a whimper, though.

  Ben chuckled against his mouth. “You like that, do you?” Breaking the kiss, he nibbled his way down Oliver’s chest, stopping for a little while to lick the nipples. He kept going until
his lips pressed against the head of Oliver’s cock. Then he did the most extraordinary thing—he covered it with his mouth and swallowed it. Oliver bucked wildly at the feeling of being encased for the first time by wet and willing heat. Other slaves had been forced to do this as part of their training. The idea that a freeman did it because he wanted to made the whole experience far hotter.

  “Oh, fuck!” he cried out, inhibitions lost in the intense pleasure.

  Ben hummed around the mouthful of hard flesh, the vibration coaxing Oliver’s climax even closer. Ben flicked his tongue around the glans before frenching the slit. He let his teeth graze the tip then sucked the cock down almost to its root. All the while, those fingers thrust deep within Oliver’s hole, teasing the sensitive gland at each pass. With his eyes scrunched closed, Oliver could only feel the erotic assault on his body. He wanted to watch, to have a vision of Ben lavishing this incomprehensible attention on him, but he couldn’t manage to prop open his eyelids even for a second.

  With a loud, wet pop, Ben released Oliver’s dick. He pulled his fingers out, too. Another whimper escaped Oliver. Ben chuckled again.

  “I’m not done with you yet, baby.” There was the snick of the lube bottle being opened then Ben shifted both their bodies so that Oliver’s legs hung over Ben’s shoulders. “I need to be inside you.” His voice registered barely above a whisper.

  There was no time to worry about pain or force his body to relax. Oliver wanted Ben inside him, too. When the blunt head pressed against his hole, he shifted his hips to help ease it past the outer ring. The stiff rod slid in effortlessly. Not even a hint of pain marred the beautiful moment when Ben buried himself balls deep within Oliver’s willing body. They sighed simultaneously and giggled like schoolboys. Oliver forced his eyes open to see Ben staring down at him.