Chapter Four

Sebastian waved at the armed guard who opened the gates to his parents’ estate. His mother was madly security conscious so getting in and out of his childhood home was not unlike visiting someone in prison or having a meeting with a mob boss. As he drove slowly up the driveway, he reached for Parker’s hand. The poor boy was obviously nervous but he looked wonderful in the casual khaki slacks and scoop-necked green shirt Morelli had produced in short order. Gleaming brown loafers had also been provided, so the boy achieved a level of presentability for Sebastian’s demanding parents. Appearance was everything to the Endicott family.

“Don’t worry, dear boy. This won’t be the torture you anticipate. The food will be wonderful and you won’t be expected to join in the tedious chatter.”

Parker clenched his hand briefly. “I don’t want to embarrass you, Master.”

“You won’t. You’ve done nothing but please me since I bought you.” The very thought of how the boy had done so threatened to make him hard—again. It was a marvel how much he’d been able to get his dick up and off in the last twenty-four hours. He fucked Parker into the mattress when the boy didn’t have his cock in his mouth. Part of him worried he was wearing the boy out, but his slave seemed not only pliant but eager as well. Sebastian had no doubt that when he finally unlocked Parker’s cock, it would give him the orgasm of his life.

As he pulled into the parking area, he gave one reminder. “Try not to wiggle. I know that plug up your ass is stimulating—to both of us, actually—but my father at least will catch on to why you’re fidgety.”

“Yes, Master.” Parker peered out of the window at the house.

“And it’s ‘sir’, remember, when others are around? That includes when we’re with my family. It’s less jarring than your calling me master for those not in the BDSM lifestyle or who don’t have debt slaves themselves.”

Parker nodded once. “Yes, sir.”

As he got out of his car, Sebastian eyed the other vehicles parked nearby. He recognized one and wasn’t surprised that his parents had invited their old friends. For them, any second that wasn’t fully entertaining was to be avoided. Other than when they probably still had sex, he doubted his parents ever gave themselves two seconds alone. Someone was always with them and that was no more so than Sunday brunch. It was a tedious pilgrimage he had to make every week so long as he was in town. Sometimes he scheduled work travel just to escape it. He grabbed Parker’s hand and held it as they walked up the front steps.

The house manager, Hilda, opened the door and greeted them with a smile.

He’d always gotten along well with the woman, saving his mischief-making for his parents. “Good morning.”

“Welcome, Mr. Sebastian.” The woman shifted her gaze briefly at Parker yet asked no question.

“The Emersons are here, I see.”

“Yes, sir. They played a foursome of golf this morning.”

“Of course.” At least he’d been able to shake off that expectation of him. The game bored him silly.

Knowing the way, he tugged Parker into the front parlor where his parents sat talking to the other couple. The French doors were open to the patio outside, allowing a nice breeze to flow through. As soon as the others caught sight of him and Parker, the conversation died down.

His mother beamed at him. “Sebastian, darling, I’m glad you came.” As if his attendance weren’t mandatory. “We didn’t know you were bringing a friend.” Her gaze skittered over to Parker before returning to Sebastian. Her frown was brief. “You know Sam and Patricia, of course.”

Sebastian nodded toward the couple. “Sure. Nice to see you again.”

Mrs. Emerson put a hand to her bosom as if she were some antebellum matron. “Why, Sebastian, it’s been ages. I believe you’re taller than your father now, and so handsome.”

Sebastian pasted his automatic society smile on his face. “Thank you.”

The woman fluttered her hand in the direction of the doors and that’s when another, younger man came into his field of vision. “You remember our son, Williard? It’s been a long time since you two have seen each other, given that we had him educated abroad. He runs our London office now.”

The fairly handsome, sandy-haired young man raised a hand. “Hi. Ah, good to see you again.” Williard shrugged, then took a slug of the Bloody Mary he held.

“Yes, it is, Will. Are you relocating back to Boston?”

The guy looked a little sullen as he said, “No. It’s just a visit for the summer months to give me more experience at headquarters.”

There was an undercurrent in the room that Sebastian couldn’t quite put his finger on. Ignoring the effort to decipher it, he tugged Parker closer to his side. “This is Parker, my new debt slave.”

His words hung in the air for a few moments before Patricia trilled a little laugh. “Oh, really? We’ve acquired quite a few of our own to staff our house. They are so diligent and easy to deal with compared to the people we used to employ.”

His mother gazed at Sebastian with some annoyance. “We’d heard something about this…acquisition. I suppose he can help out in the kitchen.”

Sebastian put his arm around Parker’s waist. “He’s not that kind of slave, Mom.”

His mother’s eyes narrowed, but she knew better than to confront him about anything, not in front of guests. “I see,” was all she said before sipping at her bellini.

Sebastian sat on one of the empty wing chairs and after some internal debate, decided to seat Parker on the arm and not the floor beside him. While the idea of having the boy literally at his feet was appealing, this was hardly the place to act out his BDSM fantasies. The chatter picked up again—mostly talk about the game they’d played that morning, as if chasing the ball around the green wasn’t boring enough. They had to rehash their performance at every hole.

When a maid materialized in front of him with a tray carrying his usual Bloody Mary, he snatched it up and took a long swig. “Thanks.” He nodded toward Parker. “A virgin mimosa for my companion, please.” The boy was legally able to be a sex slave but not drink. The absurdity of the laws people enacted never ceased to surprise him. But that wasn’t the issue for him. He had no idea how Parker took to alcohol and didn’t want to risk any kind of problem during lunch.

When the talk turned to the markets, Sebastian participated. His parents and the Emersons might look like the idle rich, but they all had a keen sense of business. Will, too, joined in, showing far more animation than he had before. Parker sat quietly, sipping his orange juice, and appearing to be keeping track of the conversation. Sebastian vaguely remembered something in the boy’s profile about taking economic classes.

Hilda appeared to announce that the brunch was set up on the patio. Everyone trooped outside, carrying drinks with them. It didn’t take Sebastian more than a second to count the chairs at the table.

He turned to Hilda. “We’ll need one more place setting please.”

The woman showed a flicker of embarrassment before saying, “Certainly, Mr. Sebastian.”

His mother pursed her lips in disapproval as a place was made for Parker to sit beside him. But she pivoted quickly back to gracious host. “Will, why don’t you sit on Sebastian’s other side.”

The man couldn’t hide a brief grimace before he switched from where he’d started to sit next to his mother so that his father could sit opposite to her, to take the chair next to Sebastian. The subtext he’d noticed in the parlor became clear to him. Another set up. His parents had accepted his being gay pretty readily. They still expected him to make a ‘good marriage’, however, and had thrown any number of what they deemed as suitable candidates in his direction. They wanted him to get on with the business of passing his genes along to the next generation of Endicotts.

He exchanged what he imagined was a mutual expression of resignation with Will as the guy took his seat. A couple of staff members served their plates of food. Orders for preferences would have been taken in advance to ensure that everyone received what they wanted to eat. Sebastian’s standing order was eggs benedict, so that’s what he got, as did Parker. Hilda was nothing if not quick on her feet. The boy stared down at the poached eggs smothered in perfect, glossy hollandaise sauce. Although he said nothing, naturally, Sebastian could tell by the look on his face that he was psyching himself up to tuck in.

Sebastian picked up Parker’s plate before he started eating and held it out to one of the staff. “With my compliments to the chef, as always, would you please ask her to make some French toast and bacon?”

The young man liberated him of the plate. “Of course, sir. It won’t be but a moment.”

His mother breathed noisily through her nose as she cut into her egg white omelet. “If you’re going to make a habit of bringing your…companion to brunch, Sebastian, you’ll have to let Hilda know in advance what he prefers.”

He gave her one of his most ingratiating smiles. “Certainly, Mother. I’m sorry I didn’t think of it before arriving.” A basket filled with mini-pastries was put in the middle of the table. He plucked out a croissant and put it on Parker’s bread plate. “This should tide you over.”

Breaking off a piece, the boy said, “Thank you, sir.” His eyelashes fluttered as he leaned forward then back again, a sure sign that the plug was making itself known.

Sebastian clasped Parker’s thigh under the table to remind him that he needed to remain still. Knowing that the plug provided a temptation that overrode his orders pleased Sebastian, however. He actually managed to converse with his intended paramour. “Do you plan on staying the whole summer in Boston, Will?”

The man finished chewing his mouthful of bloody steak. “Through July, certainly. I need to attend to some things on this side of the pond and Zoom meetings notwithstanding, it’s good for the rank and file to see me in person on occasion and for me to get a feel for how our operations are going.”

Sebastian enjoyed the decadence of his once a week treat as it coated his tongue before answering. “I understand completely. I’ve got a trip coming up in the late fall to India. Our man there runs the operation very well, but I like to drop in now and again. And the country is a lovely place to take a few days’ vacation.” As he said it, he couldn’t help picturing the fun he’d have bringing Parker.

A plate of golden French toast and crispy bacon was being put in front of the slave, along with a pot of syrup. Parker looked at Sebastian briefly for permission before smothering his food as he’d done during his first breakfast with him. He began to eat with the same lovely table manners that he’d shown to date. At least Gloria couldn’t fault the boy for that.

“Do you play racket ball, by any chance?”

Sebastian returned his attention to Williard. “I do, as it happens.”

Will seemed to swallow something hard—or distasteful. “Could I interest you in a game tomorrow? I like to take a break mid-day whenever I can. Clears the brain and gives me a boost.” The man’s gaze darted away from him.

Sebastian couldn’t miss the looks of satisfaction on both mothers’ faces. He knew there was only one answer to give and maybe if he and Will got the courtship out of the way early, there would be less recrimination when the arrangement failed to bear fruit. Ha, if only. “That sounds enticing. I usually get my workout done in the morning but I’ve been known to play a game during the day, as well.”

That much was true. Milo could always lure him away from his desk and did so with frequency. But for the Parker situation, he would have already made plans with his old friend. There was really nothing to do except accept.

Will gave him what might have been called a smile. “Great, I’ll meet you at the club at two, if that suits.”

“It does, thanks.” He turned to Parker. “Please remind me to text Enrico to add that into my schedule.”

With his mouthful, Parker could only nod. His lips were shiny with syrup once more, giving Sebastian the urge to lean down and lick it off. He’d actually started to do just that when his father’s gruff laugh reminded him of where he was. Sadly, he had to rein himself in and socialize with the others as if he didn’t have a fuckable boy within reach. Later. With that promise ringing in his head, he joined the conversation with the automatic reflexes drilled into him from birth. Still, a part of his mind remained fixed on Parker and the fun they would have once he had him back home.

* * * *

Parker stood naked, except for his cock cage and the plug embedded in his ass, waiting for his master’s instructions. His stomach was comfortably full from the delicious brunch he’d had at his master’s childhood home. He’d seen the lives of the extremely wealthy on TV before, or at least what those seeking attention were willing to share. It had still been a shock to enter the palatial opulence of the Endicott home. It was even bigger and grander than Sebastian’s townhouse. Everything sparkled and awed. He hadn’t dared gawk too much, but from what he’d seen, it had been like a fantasy world within the normal one where most everyone else lived. And the staff! There’d been so many, racing around like silent wraiths, delivering flawless service. Not one of them had even so much as flickered a mean or disapproving look at him, even though he assumed they were scandalized by his presence.

That couldn’t be said for his master’s parents. Mrs. Endicott in particular had given him a few withering looks when her son hadn’t been paying attention. It was a good thing he’d been told to keep his gaze downward whenever possible because he didn’t think he could hold back shooting her a resentful look in return. Slave he might be, but he didn’t feel inferior to people like that. Only poorer. And for that reason, he was where he was—fearful and excited in equal measure to see what his master intended to do with him for the rest of the day.

Sebastian had taken a call after telling him to strip down and wait with his hands clasped behind his back. The man’s voice drifted into the bedroom, commanding and decisive, giving orders about some business deal or other. As soon as he finished, he came into the room and stared at him with an approving smile.

“Very good, dear boy. Your positioning could do with some work, however. Shoulders back, and all that.”

Parker immediately tried to stand straighter and was rewarded with a quick nod. Sebastian then proceeded to take off his own clothes. His movements were quick, efficient, yet also graceful. It took no time at all for the man to be equally naked, his cock jutting out. Parker clenched around the plug at the sight, which in turn sent sparks to his own dick. As usual, its efforts at hardening were thwarted.

Sebastian approached with lazy steps and laser focus on Parker, looking like some predator patiently stalking its prey. His eyes were narrowed and his nostrils flared on deep breaths. He stopped beside Parker and ran a hand down his back to cup his ass. The simple touch caused a shiver to shoot down his spine.

Sebastian squeezed. “Your pert rump drives me wild. There’s so much I want to do with it.” The man’s voice dropped to nearly a whisper and his warm breath tickled Parker’s ear. He pressed a finger against the base of the plug and toggled it. “Do you like how this fills you? Makes your lovely cock want to get hard, doesn’t it?”

Parker could only nod. The way the plug rubbed against his prostate was deliciously torturous. He tried not to move but couldn’t stop himself. He yelped when Sebastian delivered a sharp smack to his ass. His heartbeat quickened and he panted through his next breaths.

Sebastian rubbed the skin he’d just abused. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw it on the agency’s website. Did you like it?”

“I-I don’t know, Master.” He wanted to say he hated it but he’d promised to give himself over to this man no matter what. As a toy, it wasn’t his place to like or not what his master did to him. Plus, he wasn’t sure he’d be speaking the truth anyway.

The man grabbed Parker’s cock and tugged. “I bet if this were liberated, you’d go off like a rocket. You were made to be a submissive, dear boy.”

As with before, not knowing how he felt about that observation, Parker remained silent.

Sebastian smacked him again and gave him a little shove. “Go bend over the side of the bed.”

Parker did as ordered, his heart pounding so hard, he worried it might burst. He stared at the bed as if it were at the end of a long tunnel. His breath shuddered out of him as he braced his midriff against the edge of the mattress and bent himself over. With the side of his face pressed against the downy comforter and his eyes closed, he clenched his fingers around the material. And waited.

Sebastian sat next to him and once more ran his palm down Parker’s back. “I can do anything I want with you. Can’t I, because that’s what you agreed to?”

Parker swallowed past the lump that had suddenly risen in his throat. “Yes, Master.”

Sebastian dug his fingers into one ass cheek. “And there’s so much I’ve been dreaming of doing for a while now. All it took was for me to have complete dominion over my bed partner. I don’t have time for games, only pursuing pleasure. I’m going to enjoy experimenting on you. The mere thought of it makes me painfully hard.”

As there didn’t seem to be anything expected of him in the way of response, Parker remained silent.

“Even so,” Sebastian mused as he once more petted Parker’s ass. “There are always limits and I’m not a monster. So, if I do anything that you absolutely can’t tolerate, you are to say the word ‘red’. If I hear it, I’ll stop what I’m doing and we can discuss it.” He squeezed the flesh he clasped painfully. “If I think you are taking advantage of my generosity in that, I’ll take away the privilege and we’ll both have to live with the possibility that you pull out of this arrangement for good if I take things too far for you. I don’t want that and I’m sure you don’t, either. So let’s not tempt fate. Do you understand?”

Parker’s breath stuttered out of him. “Yes, Master.” It helped knowing that he had that safety valve if things got out of hand. He had no idea what Sebastian intended to do, but this was indeed what Parker had agreed to. So, he would take whatever the man threw at him and if he felt the urge to use the safe word, he’d remind himself that this was for his family. Every ounce of pain inflicted upon him kept a roof over their heads. It was worth it.

The first smack came without warning, although he wasn’t surprised that a spanking was what Sebastian had in mind. He couldn’t hold back the yelp. The man’s hand hitting his ass was a sharp sting. No one had ever done this to him before, but he didn’t think it was too bad. After the first hit, he was able to grunt his way through it. At least for a while. The blows came quicker and harder as they increased. Mild discomfort morphed into true pain all of a sudden. He wiggled without thought, trying to avoid the next smack. His master merely pressed one hand on the small of his back, holding him in place while the other hand landed again and again.

Grunts turned into cries. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “Please, Master, stop! Please!” He didn’t say the one word he knew the man would listen to because he couldn’t just fold already and he hoped that his begging would be enough for the man to stop.

Sebastian rubbed his palm against the tender flesh, causing both discomfort and an odd sense of pleasure. “Stay silent. If you do, I’ll deliver five more blows and be done. Understand?”

Parker could only nod. He clamped his lips shut and swallowed down his pleas, then counted the hits as they came. One. Two. Three. Four. And oh God, five. It had been nearly impossible to remain silent with that last one. His master’s hand landed so hard it practically lifted him off the bed and left his poor ass hurting like fire.

His master was good to his word, though. He removed both hands from Parker and moved to stand between his legs, pushing them apart as wide as they could go. The plug came out and was replaced with Sebastian’s long, thick cock in one swift action. The man groaned with a staggering breath as he clasped Parker’s hips and ground his pelvis against Parker’s abused ass.

Parker whimpered from the pain, yet he also bucked his hips without thought, rubbing his trapped cock against the covers. There was no erection possible, of course, but it didn’t stop him from trying as his master pounded himself inside him. The combination of pain and pleasure short-circuited his brain. He panted against the comforter, shaking and moaning until Sebastian’s cock swelled within him and released its cum.

Sebastian practically howled as he thrust hard and deep until, with a final groan, he draped his body over Parker. His harsh breath bathed Parker and his heavy body pressed him into the mattress. It was hard to breathe himself, but Parker remained still and pliant, his mind drifting from exhaustion.

“That was amazing, dear boy.” Sebastian’s voice was low and almost dreamy in its tone. “To think I almost didn’t buy you.”

Parker didn’t have time to respond, not that he knew what to say to that observation. His master stood and pulled his cock out of him. Then he lifted Parker off the bed, steadying him on his feet.

“Time for a bath.” The man tipped Parker’s chin up and planted a kiss on his lips. “Oh, the things I will do to you.”

With that ominous promise, Sebastian guided Parker into the bathroom and sat him down on the edge of the large jacuzzi tub. The coolness of the marble felt heavenly to his poor ass. When the tub was full, Sebastian turned off the tap and swirled some kind of bath salts in. Then he surprised Parker by removing the cock ring.

“I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”

Parker was surprised when his dick started to rise. Not knowing what was permissible, he merely sat there staring dumbly at it.

Sebastian laughed. “So well trained already. Don’t worry. I’ll let you come soon.”

He helped Parker into the tub before joining him. The hotness stung Parker’s raw flesh, but Sebastian didn’t give him a chance to acclimate, making him quickly sit all the way down. He couldn’t hold back the hiss of pain and was surprised to see that his cock was fully hard now.

Sebastian lay beside him with his arm slung around Parker’s shoulders and pulled him close. Reaching between Parker’s legs, he thrust two fingers inside him without warning. The sudden invasion made him gasp, and when Sebastian rubbed against his prostate, he closed his eyes and moaned long and loudly. The force of his sudden orgasm would have made him double over if Sebastian hadn’t kept him in place. He shuddered so hard, the water sloshed, and his moans ended in whimpers. When he was spent, he collapsed against his master, heaving as if he’d run a marathon.

Sebastian kissed the top of his head as the jets started up. “I told you the waiting would make coming all the better.” He pulled out his fingers and cuddled Parker even closer. “Of course, the cock ring goes back on as soon as we finish this bath.”

“And the plug goes back in?” Parker surprised himself with the question.

Sebastian squeezed him briefly. “And the plug. Rest now. I’ve got you and after this, we’ll have a nice simple supper. And after that, we’ll see how far down your throat we can get my dick.”

Parker’s limp cock jerked as if trying to rise again. “Yes, Master.” Utterly boneless and relaxed, he let his mind drift. Then something popped up. “Oh, Master, I was to remind you to text Enrico about your racket ball…appointment.” He’d nearly said “date” and for some reason, as he thought of how obviously that man, Williard, was hitting on Sebastian, he felt a spurt of jealousy. Ridiculous. He’s not my boyfriend. Sebastian might even want to share him with Williard if they did strike up a relationship. Parker didn’t like that idea, but it wasn’t his decision to make. He only had to obey.

“Not to worry. I’ve already done it.”

Parker didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed that Sebastian had remembered. It didn’t matter anyway. The master was free to do what he wanted. And besides, for now, it was up to him to please the man. There were only the two of them for the rest of the day and despite how he’d only been a slave for a few days, he couldn’t deny that he rather liked his situation. Maybe Sebastian was right—he was born to be a submissive. Who knew?