Chapter Three

Parker gripped the pillow, trying to push all his tension into his fingers while relaxing the rest of him. It was tough. He was a virgin as he’d sworn to the agency, and so hadn’t taken any cock into his body. He’d seen his master’s dick up close already and the thing hadn’t become any smaller or any less intimidating in the hours since the blow job. Sebatian was a big man and obviously aroused to the point of impatience. No matter what his master had said, Parker expected the breaching of his hole to be brutal and painful. The most he could do for himself was to relax as much as he could and not resist the invasion.

He found it nearly impossible to do, not with the man wedged between his splayed legs and with his big hand grasping one ass cheek. His body had been taken over by someone else, removed from his control. He was helpless to stop what was going to happen. Not that he intended to even try. This was what he’d literally signed up for, and if the price of saving his family was to be this sadistic master’s toy, then he would endure. It might not be so bad anyway. All this talk of discipline might be bluster to increase Sebastian’s pleasure through mind games. And the rings caging his dick weren’t so bad. It was weird to be so constrained, but not painful. He didn’t know if he was going to get hard from whatever Sebastian did to him anyway. The cock cage was decoration, really.

A stinging slap against his ass made him yelp, more from surprise than pain.

His master chuckled. “Your skin pinks up so nicely, dear boy. Very satisfying.”

Parker took in deep breaths to try to calm himself. He could take a spanking. It was no big deal. But Sebastian didn’t hit him again. Instead, he worked a slick finger past Parker’s sphincter. Unlike before, he didn’t stop partway. He pushed it as far as it could go and started thrusting it in and out. It didn’t hurt. Quite the contrary. When it brushed against his prostate, it made him jerk with pleasure. His cock twitched, but of course, was incapable of rising. He knew a moment of frustration, then let it go. This finger-fucking was quite nice, actually.

Just as he was beginning to be lulled by the attention, his master pulled out. He returned with more pressure, two fingers now, side-by-side and they thrust and stretched his channel. The escalation burned, a level of uncomfortable that bordered on pain. He tried to relax his hole, to not resist. It was hard. Instinct had him clenching.

His master rubbed Parker’s lower back with slow circles. “Easy. Relax. Don’t fight me. Much as your tightening would be delightful for my cock, it’s not going to help you to adjust to being mounted.”

Parker did his best to comply. His mind rebelled against the wording of what was going to be done to him. He wasn’t an animal, after all, although he was a thing now. A toy for his master’s pleasure. There was no sentiment in their relationship. There would be no ‘making love’ as he’d hoped his first experience with sex would be. He was a vessel, that was all. There was no point in trying to pretty it up. With his eyes firmly shut, he concentrated on the pleasure his body was experiencing and tried to put aside worry about what was to come.

His master fucked him with his fingers a while longer, scissoring them to open Parker up more. Under the gentle back rub and the rhythm of it all, he was able to relax a little. The sting of the invasion eased. When those fingers were pulled out, however, he couldn’t help tensing over what that meant.

“Easy now.” Sebastian’s voice was low and soothing, but also thick with his obvious need.

This was it, no more efforts to prep him before he was breached fully by his master. Parker swallowed his fear down.

Something large and blunt teased Parker’s hole. “Push out.”

Parker hastened to comply. He knew about this trick. On the inhale of a deep breath, he pushed against the cock as it thrust in. He couldn’t help grimacing and even whimpering at the discomfort bordering on pain that flared through him as his hole was horribly stretched.

It’s too much! I can’t take it. Yet, he did. He had no choice. Sebastian didn’t let up his journey until he was balls-deep inside his ass.

Parker clenched the pillow and panted as he struggled to adjust to the invasion. There was pleasure mixed with the pain. His dick conveyed that information to his stressed-out nerves. Not that there was anything happening down there. The cage ensured that. Still, it helped, as did Sebastian’s sensual touch along the small of his back and over his ass cheeks.

“My God, you are so tight. Almost too much so. We’ll have to open you up just enough to ease my way in the future, but not so much as to lose that. For now, I can’t wait any longer.”

That was all the warning Parker got before Sebastian gripped him by the hips and began to thrust with long, quick strokes. Parker had to hold on to the edge of the mattress to keep from banging into the headboard, such was the force of his master’s fucking. It hurt at first, like being scraped on the inside no matter the smooth skin of his master’s cock. He gnawed at his lower lip to keep from crying out. Maybe his master wanted to hear those kinds of sounds, but Parker had some pride and also didn’t want to risk his obvious pain from turning the man off. At this point, he had no idea what would please Sebastian.

His ass loosened quickly, however, tamping down the pain and surprising him. He was able to relax somewhat and that allowed him to ride the impotent wave of his own pleasure. Then with a shout, his master emptied himself inside Parker’s ass with a splash of warmth. The man stayed embedded all the way in, grinding his pelvis against him until he collapsed over him with a long moan and shudder.

Parker was crushed by his master’s weight for only a second before being rolled onto his side. Sebastian spooned him while his softening cock slowly eased the pressure in Parker’s channel. His master’s hot breath bathed Parker’s head while he held him close with arms wrapped around his chest and legs entwined.

“Hmm, that was amazing.” Sebastian slid one hand down to cup Parker’s trapped cock. “I bet if this were free, you would have come too.”

“Yes, Master.” Parker knew it was the only permissible answer, although he didn’t think he was lying. There had been moments when the pleasure had tried to overtake the discomfort.

His master wiped Parker’s sweaty hair from his forehead and surprised him by kissing his temple. “You’d say that even if you hated it. But somehow, I think you’re being sincere. We’ll put it to the test later.”

With that half promise, half threat, Sebastian pulled out of Parker completely and went into the bathroom. Parker stayed where he was, uncertain of what was expected of him. He heard water running, then a few minutes later, his master returned, clean and carrying a wet washcloth that he slung through the nightstand’s brass drawer handle.

“First things first, dear boy.” Sebastian reached into the nightstand and pulled out a tapered butt plug. He slathered some lube on it and sat on the edge of the bed. “Onto your stomach.”

Parker closed his eyes and did as he was told. He knew what was coming and resigned himself to his fate. With no real warning, his master shoved the plug into his ass. With the fucking he’d just taken and the cum coating his channel, the invasion wasn’t so bad. It stretched and burned him only a little and when he clenched down on it, a spark of pleasure shot through him.

His master chuckled and slapped his ass. “Feels good, doesn’t it.” The man cleaned the remnants of the sex from the outside of Parker’s ass and his thighs before going back into the bathroom.

When Sebastian returned, he climbed into bed on the other side, pulled the covers up and plunged the room into darkness. Those strong arms of his wrapped around Parker and pulled him once more into a spooning position.

“Welcome to your new home, dear boy. Get some sleep and keep that plug in. If you push or pull it out, I shall be very cross and have to punish you. Although that might not be a disincentive to be a naughty boy.” The man chuckled, then went silent and soon his breathing became heavy.

Parker lay in the man’s embrace, not as easily finding sleep. He’d survived his first day at being a slave, now knew what it was like to be fucked, and as he clenched at the plug, he couldn’t honestly say that his master had been wrong. It would be difficult to resist the urge to push the toy out regardless of the threat of punishment. Even as he struggled to obey, a small, yet growing, part of him couldn’t help but wonder what being disciplined by a man like Sebastian would be like.

* * * *

Sebastian’s internal clock woke him at seven as usual. He knew that Beasley would be bringing him breakfast in thirty minutes. Time enough for him to make use of the lovely, warm boy sleeping on his side, facing away. Sebastian lifted the covers in order to see that yes, the boy had kept the plug in all night as ordered. He really hadn’t expected anything different. Despite the obvious discomfort of being fucked for the first time, Parker had shown signs of enjoyment as well. The cage had done its work, which meant that Sebastian would control when and how his slave learned how much pleasure there was to be had between two men. It would be soon, he decided. Being the first man to see this boy come was an experience he was thrilled to have.

And he couldn’t hold back his sudden need to claim that tight ass once more. He pulled the plug out and, tossing it aside, replaced it with his hard cock in one smooth thrust. Parker woke at once, naturally, his body stiffening from the invasion. His sphincter clenched exquisitely around Sebastian’s dick, making him moan. Swinging one leg over Parker’s hip to gain leverage, he fucked himself to completion within seconds. It wasn’t typical for him to come with such little effort, but such was the amazing arousal engendered by having a beautiful boy in his bed and at his mercy.

He kissed Parker’s creamy shoulder. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Um, yes, Master.”

“You don’t sound very sure of your answer. No matter. It’s hard to sleep in a new place, I know, and after your fitting with Mr. Morelli, you can laze about the day while I’m out. I’ll be back for dinner, then we can play some more. What do you think?”

“Whatever you wish, Master.”

Sebastian couldn’t hold back the chuckle. “Yes, indeed. Whatever I want. Come, there’s time for a quick shower before Beasley brings our breakfast.”

He popped out of bed and went about his usual morning routine, not bothering to check that Parker was complying with his orders. The boy was not going to be a challenge in that regard based on what he’d seen so far. A natural submissive. That was probably his wishful thinking projecting, but time would tell. As tempting as it was for another hand job in the shower, Sebastian resisted the temptation. He went first, doing a quick wash as he was going to have to shower again at his club. He looked over his shoulder at a cry of dismay.

Parker was on his hands and knees wiping the toilet seat and the surrounding tile. The boy looked over at him. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m not used to the cage.”

Sebastian hopped out of the shower, annoyed with himself that he hadn’t thought of that, and also pleased that Parker hadn’t hesitated to clean up his own mess.

“It’s all right. It takes some getting used to. Go shower, then put on that robe.” He pointed to a terrycloth one hanging on a hook on the wall. It would be too big for the boy but would have to do until something his size was available for him.

Sebastian threw on a silk robe just as Beasley rolled the breakfast cart into the sitting room. “I wasn’t sure what the boy would want, so I have a variety of what I think someone his age would like.” The manservant laid the food out on the table by the window and lifted a dome to reveal a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes.

Sebastian strolled over. “Well, I’d certainly like that if I had the metabolism still of an eighteen year old.” He inwardly winced at his mention of Parker’s age. He was young, but legally so. There was no point dwelling on that fact at this point. He’d made his bed and was actually more than satisfied lying in it.

Beasley merely raised his eyebrows and left just as Parker came out of the bathroom.

As predicted, the robe hung past the boy’s hands and down to nearly his ankles. Sebastian crooked his finger to bring him over, then rolled up the cuffs of the sleeves so he could eat properly.

“There. Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair opposite him before sitting down. “Beasley doesn’t know your tastes as of yet. If there’s anything you like in particular, or don’t like, you’ll have to let him know.”

Parker peered down at his plate and smiled. “This is wonderful.” Glancing up, he added, “I’m really not picky about what I eat.”

“That’s easy, then.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and held the carafe up. “Do you want some?”

“Thank you, Master.” Parker liberated the carafe from Sebastian, their fingers briefly touching.

The simple contact caused a spark to shoot right to Sebastian’s cock. He ignored it and instead amused himself watching his boy adding a little coffee to his cup of cream and sugar. He doctored his yogurt with the berries and granola that Beasley had provided and spooned some of the concoction into his mouth. As breakfasts went, it might strike people as an unlikely choice for a man of his size and energy, but he liked to eat lightly first thing in the morning. His slave obviously had different habits. Parker drowned his pancakes in syrup, causing it to pool around his eggs and strips of bacon, as well. He tucked into them with an obvious amount of hunger and a decent amount of table manners. There was something satisfying about knowing he fed the boy.

“I’m glad to see we worked up an appetite in you.” When Parker looked at him with wide eyes, Sebastian chuckled. “Sex takes a lot of energy…when done well.” He sobered as the boy shifted in his seat and winced. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” He’d checked the previous night to make sure he hadn’t torn anything in his haste to take his slave’s virginity. And his dick had slid in smoothly earlier.

Parker lowered his gaze. “I’m fine, Master.”

A spurt of annoyance—mostly at himself—had him grabbing the boy by the wrist. “Never lie to me, even if you think I won’t like hearing the truth.”

Parker’s pulse quickened against Sebastian’s fingers. “I’m not lying, Master. Not really.” The boy licked his lower lip, shiny from syrup, in what was probably an unintentionally provocative way. “It feels…um, achy…down there.” He wiggled a bit. “It’s not exactly unpleasant.” The boy looked at him wide-eyed. “I guess maybe I liked what you did.” Looking down, he forked some egg into his mouth.

A jaded man such as Sebastian shouldn’t have been moved in any way by the knowledge that he’d brought pleasure to his bed partner. Being a skilled lover was a given. It was a matter of pride. Nevertheless, a spurt of gratification rose within him, making him smile with satisfaction. He let go of the boy’s wrist and sat back lazily in his chair.

“I’m glad to hear it. If I give you pain, it should be because I’ve chosen to do so, not bungled my way into it.” He knew his statement was perhaps somewhat cruel, yet something told him that Parker would take well to a little discipline.

His belief was encouraged when the boy’s breath quickened and a shudder ran noticeably through him. “Whatever you say, Master.”

Difficult as it was, Sebastian put aside any urges to take the boy back into the bedroom. The tailor would be arriving soon and despite it being a Saturday, his schedule was full as it nearly always was. “Finish up your breakfast.”

When they were done, Sebastian led Parker over to his wardrobe to pull out a pair of plain black cotton boxers and a white T-shirt. He held them out. “Put these on. You’ll swim in them but until you have your own clothing, this will have to do.”

Parker quietly did as told, looking adorable standing by the side of the bed, dwarfed by Sebastian’s clothes. Sebastian felt a fierce sense of possession for a moment before forcing himself to change into the sweat shorts and running shoes he used to work out in.

“Come with me. I’ll show you the gym on the basement floor. You can and should use it. You’re in excellent shape and I want you to stay that way, as I strive to myself.” With that, he left his room, sure that his slave followed him as he would for the next five years.

* * * *

Parker shouldn’t have been surprised that Sebastian had a home gym that rivaled any professional one. There was every conceivable machine for cardio and strength building, as well as free weights, battle ropes, both a speed bag and a heavy one, and even a climbing wall. He’d assumed he would simply continue his running routine in his new life. Now, he knew he could get a complete and varied work-out without ever leaving his new home. His master had ordered him to stay in shape, no surprise there. A fuck toy needed to remain appealing, after all. But regardless of that, it was a matter of health and pride that he do so. It was hard to resent an order for something he wanted for himself.

Too full from his amazing breakfast, Parker could only wander around, checking everything out, while Sebastian toned his body on a stationary bike. Alternative rock blared out from invisible speakers, making it impossible to talk even if he or his master wanted to. The man was singularly focused, however, as he sweated and strained his way through an uphill climb. Naked to the waist, the man presented an arousing picture of a beautiful man deep into exercise. His skin glowed with moisture and the muscles of his back rippled with effort. Tickets could have been sold to watch him work-out.

Not sure of what was acceptable conduct for himself, Parker roamed around the room, sneaking peeks at the man. All the while, that ache he’d confessed to over breakfast tormented him. He couldn’t help clenching his hole from time-to-time, enjoying the way it stimulated that discomfort. It was a perversely pleasing sensation, much like how he might poke at a bruise. His cock twitched in an effort to harden, thwarted by the cock cage. That, too, was surprisingly gratifying. He wouldn’t have thought he’d enjoy enforced chastity. This first morning in his new home, he hadn’t jerked off in the shower, the way he usually did. The denial intrigued him. When he was finally allowed to come, he expected it would be even more intensely pleasurable for the waiting.

He didn’t notice that Sebastian was done until the music cut off suddenly. Parker turned in his master’s direction, finding the man already wiping the sweat off his body and heading for one of the benches along the wall. He sat heavily, drank water from a waiting bottle and smiled.

“Come here.”

Parker walked toward Sebastian, feeling rather silly, dressed as he was in the oversized clothing. The T-shirt hung down from one shoulder and his dick swung freely inside the roomy boxers. He stood shyly before his master, pretty sure he knew what the next order would be, given how the man’s shorts tented.

Spreading his legs, Sebastian pointed to the floor between them. “Working out arouses me. You know what to do, I’m sure.” He gave him one of those lazy smiles, an expression that said he knew he’d get what he wanted.

“Yes, Master.” Parker moved into the V of the legs and knelt, his knees hitting the industrial carpeting with a rough thud.

He paid it no mind as he concentrated on his duty. The blow job at the office had been quick, but he’d learned a little something. Figuring he had leeway to go about pleasuring his master anyway he could, Parker clasped Sebastian’s waist. The feel of the warm and still-slick skin was enticing. He had a sudden urge to lean over and lap up the six-pack abs in front of him. Not daring to please himself absent permission, he instead tugged the waistband of the shorts down. His master helped by lifting up his hips, but otherwise kept his hands on the bench. Parker would need to do all the work.

The man’s cock sprung free, red and glistening. Parker moved his hands to grip Sebastian’s hips as he licked his lips to ready them to take in the cockhead and slide down the shaft. Salt hit his tongue the moment he made contact, a combination of sweat and pre-cum. He didn’t mind the taste. In fact, it whetted his appetite for more. Surer of himself than he’d been even a day ago, he clasped the shaft with one hand while taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He was never going to swallow Sebastian’s large dick completely, but he got farther than he had before.

Parker had seen blow jobs hundreds of times on the internet. He called up those images as he bobbed his head and sucked. Although it was impossible to see it in movies, he knew that his tongue had a job to do, as well. He laved the underside of his master’s cock as he slid it back and forth along his tongue. Above him, Sebastian groaned and his hips bucked ever so slightly. Taking that as a cue, Parker picked up speed, each time taking the cock a little deeper down. The dick swelled before releasing its cum in a sudden burst. Parker swallowed as fast as he could, determined to take it all and spill not a drop.

Sebastian yelled out his orgasm, cantering his hips to drive his cock that much farther into Parker’s mouth. For a moment, Parker couldn’t breathe and started to choke. Then he was free again, Sebastian taking him by the hair and pulling him off his dick. Parker swallowed hard once more and sat back on his heels. His master had his head against the wall and his eyes closed, his broad chest heaving. Parker’s balls ached and his cock pressed against its restraint in a fruitless effort to harden. It was frustrating, but also weirdly okay. He took satisfaction in bringing another man to a climax even if he couldn’t join him.

Sebastian sat straight and opened his eyes. “Well, you are a fast learner, dear boy.” The man cupped Parker’s chin and surprised him with a quick kiss on the lips. “Hmm, you taste like I imagine I do. I like the idea of my scent being on you.” He gazed at Parker intensely. “You think you can’t take all of me down your throat, but I’ll prove you wrong about that.”

Sebastian let go. “Up now. I need a shower and Mr. Morelli will be here soon.”

Somewhat dazed, Parker stood and followed his master back to his suite. While the man showered, Parker explored the sitting room because he hadn’t been ordered to do otherwise. There was a desk in one corner with a computer, but it was the two walls of bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling that caught his attention. Outside of a library, he’d never seen so many books. They were all leather-bound and some of them looked to be very old. He peered closely at the spines and saw that they were arranged by subject and alphabetically by authors’ names. He hoped he’d have a chance to read some of them.

His focus landed on a large book sitting on a dark wood podium in the far corner. He went to see what it was, his curiosity piqued even more. That the book was old was obvious, but what really stood out was that it was closed by an attached metal clasp with a keyhole keeping it locked. It was something like out of a fantasy movie. He couldn’t help reaching out and running his fingers over it.

“It’s a grimoire.” Sebastian stood in the doorway to his bedroom, freshly washed and wearing jeans and a casual button-down shirt. Even with wet hair carelessly tousled on his head, the man was beautiful enough to cause Parker’s breath to catch.

Parker pulled his hand away from the book. “I thought that was all make-believe.”

“Oh, no.” Sebastian sauntered over. “They are quite real. This one is sixteenth century and in Latin. Would you like to look inside?”

Parker couldn’t hide his eagerness. “Yes, please.”

His master stood beside him, smelling of the body wash he used in his shower. He pulled out a key from a shelf underneath the podium and unlocked the grimoire.

The pages crackled with age as Sebastian opened to a page in the middle. The writing was gibberish to Parker, in a language he didn’t read and with stylized letters. There were drawings, as well, taking up part of each page, gruesome images for the most part. Still fascinating, though.

Parker peered down. “Are these spells, do you think?”

“Indeed they are. Mostly it contains recipes for ancient medicines but it also explains how to make up potions to cause someone to fall in love with you or for driving your enemy mad.”

Parker looked at the man. “Can you read it?”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “My dear boy, I had the finest education money can buy, so of course I was tortured with years of Latin. God, I hated every minute of it. I’m glad now, though, because reading this and other texts I have in that old, dead language is most enjoyable. I’ve even learned ancient Greek of my own free will.”

Sebastian Endicott was known to be a shrewd businessman. He was obviously brilliant, as well, and deserving of his excellent education even if his family’s money had ensured his admittance to the best schools.

A discreet knock was followed by Beasley entering with a sharp-faced older man and several younger ones, carrying all kinds of cases.

Sebastian closed the book. “Ah, Mr. Morelli is here for your wardrobe fitting.” He locked the book and went to greet the older man with a warm handshake. “So good of you to come.”

“Of course, Mr. Endicott.” The man turned his gaze to Parker. “A full wardrobe for the young man, I understand?”

“Yes, from socks to hats. And I need something suitable for him immediately to meet my parents in tomorrow.”

Mr. Morelli snapped his fingers at his assistants who began to set up the tools of their trade. Feeling silly in Sebastian’s T-shirt and boxers, Parker approached without being told. Like the grimoire, being measured and fitted for clothes was something he’d only seen in movies.

“Strip, if you please,” Mr. Morelli said as he draped a measuring tape over his shoulders.

“T-shirt only,” Sebastian corrected. “He’s a bit shy,” he added to Morelli.

Parker knew the real reason was that Sebastian didn’t want the other men to see his caged cock. Loose as it was on him, his underwear kept that hidden. He supposed this was to be expected as a slave, someone whose true purpose was hidden, yet also an open secret. He would have to get used to being kept behind closed doors and only trotted out when it pleased his master. It was weird that he was even being given an array of nice clothes. It didn’t make any sense to him. Who was going to see them, other than Sebastian, his manservant and maybe some close friends and family members?

As he stood with legs braced and arms outstretched as Morelli called out numbers, the import of Sebatian’s words to the man hit him once more. “Your parents really want to meet me…sir?” He couldn’t keep from blurting out the question.

Sebastian looked at him from where he sat on the sofa watching the proceedings. “Oh you’re likely to be a bit of a surprise to them, dear boy. I can’t wait to show you off, though, so they’ll adjust to the new member of the family.”

Stunned at the way his master casually labeled him as being a family member, Parker could do nothing more than stand still and ponder the strange turn his life had taken.