Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

Some of the slaves looked a bit shaken. There were marks on their skin that hadn’t been there before. Of them all, the long haired brunet was marching in, as victorious.

Dion’s hand squeezed at Cory’s arm tighter, but the blond was prepared. He watched with feigned indifference, as Antoine slumped on one of the sofas, and his eyes traveled the beautiful muscular body now glistening with sweat and rested on the large organ which, even soft, looked impressive. He could tell the other slaves had lost and had to service the beast.

Servants were slaves to the slaves, Cory mused, thinking of Dion’s words. So, he was expected to be a whore. That was not as heavy a task as others thought. After all, when his master and Lucas had spoken about the possibility to have him service an entire stable, the thought had appealed to him.

Sex was power. But power had to be yielded by a skilled individual, to reach its potential. Cory was not sure of all its intricacies, but he knew he was a fast learner. He rose, touching Dion’s shoulder briefly, and headed straight for Antoine who was watching him with burning eyes. He sat casually on the arm of the sofa and leaned in to whisper in Antoine’s ear. “I heard you wanted me.”

Blues eyes turned to watch him with growing interest. Cory touched the man’s right shoulder and started caressing the long sinewy arm. “Was it a good night for you so far?”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s only getting better,” the brunet grinned and suddenly grabbed Cory to have him sit in his lap. “Tell me,” he whispered, hardly refraining a tremble in his body, “has Xavier fucked you?”

Cory smiled and caressed the slave’s cheek. “Yes, he has.”

The small nervous flutter in the man’s eyelashes told Cory it was the answer he was expecting. A cruel smile stretched on the brunet’s lips, as he spoke to the entire room.

“Who wants to empty his balls in lord Xavier’s new fuck toy?”

Cory remained relaxed in Antoine’s arms, as he could hear the cheers booming from every slave’s chest in the room. That earned him a surprised look from the brunet.

He slowly closed the distance between their lips and brushed over Antoine’s mouth. “And I thought you only wanted me for yourself. What a shame,” he feigned regret.

Antoine’s arms gripped him tightly. A meaningful look was exchanged between them. Cory disentangled himself from the man’s embrace and rose to face the naked slaves who were drawing closer, making a partial circle him and Antoine.

One grabbed him and pulled at his uniform, but he carefully freed his arm from his hands.

“There is no need to do that,” he said somewhat derisively. With slow moves, he started to unbutton his shirt. He let it slide on slender shoulders, and looked back at Antoine who was staring at him with an indecipherable expression on his face. His eyes became sultry, as he continued to undress, looking at no one else but the brunet.

Completely naked, he knelt, inviting the slaves to come closer. Apparently, his actions had taken all aback, and they were now a bit nervous. He grabbed a cock near to him in his hand and engulfed it in one go in his mouth. His master had said he needed the practice; so he was doing nothing else but better his skills as a servant.

Soon enough, there were cocks of different shapes and sizes battling for entrance to his mouth. He caressed hairless sacks as he moved to taste each and every one, with his eyes half-mast. Antoine’s hot gaze was drilling his back. He knew it was there and he could bet his life he had an idea that what the slave was thinking.

Strong arms lifted him from the floor, making one cock slide effortlessly from his mouth. He did not need to turn his head to know. As he was placed on the sofa, and impatient fingers pushed inside him, lubricated with nothing but saliva, he exhaled and closed his eyes.

“You could have said earlier you wanted me, too,” he heard the accusatory whisper in his ear, as a massive cock was pushed inside him, without too much preparation. “Now I have to let these losers have you, for fuck’s safe.”

Antoine sounded angry; Cory loved it. Emotions were good; if he was the only one capable of keeping a clear head while enjoying having his backside hammered by the best cocks in all Drena, he was the winner, and no one else. And Xavier and Lucas were no different from the horny slaves, lining up behind him to have a go at him. To know that was a relief; for a little while, he thought his master to be different. But in this world, it looked as if everyone was thinking with his cock.

That gave him enough to work with. With a small frustrated grunt, Antoine spent himself inside the servant’s body and then a sharp sting burned his right butt cheek, as the slave slapped him.

“He’s a natural bottom, guys. Enjoy him now, ’cause after this, his ass is mine.”

Cory smiled inwardly. Having another cock pushed inside him, after being made slick by Antoine’s cum, was easier. He could focus on the pleasure alone, as he grabbed his own cock and started pumping it. At least Dion would deal with a satiated, less of a prick, slave tonight. He sensed someone moving in front of him, as the slaves continued to hammer him one after another.

He languidly opened his eyes, to see Antoine crouched in front of him, looking at him with reproach in his big beautiful eyes.

“Are you enjoying this?” the brunet spat.

“I am born to serve,” he whispered between moans, as his prostate was brushed over, making him see stars.

“This is not what I’m asking,” Antoine added.

“I told you. I would have rather had you and you alone,” Cory whispered back, as he came and his eyes became unfocused.

“Why?” the brunet seemed oblivious to Cory’s manifestations of pleasure as he was thoroughly fucked.

“Because you are the most good-looking man I’ve ever seen,” Cory lied, as his mind traveled for a brief second to a pair of hypnotic green eyes.

“Really?” Antoine grinned.

Oh, boy, not the smartest tool in the shed, are you? Cory thought, as he slowly nodded and arched his back to receive the next cock owner directly into his well-used ass.