The Unsuitable Slave.(NC-17) Part 14/34
They stepped into the room and all conversations halted, eyes followed his hesitant progress and Jared wanted to flee and hide until he could be alone again.
He stalled at the side of the door, it’s like being the new kid at school, he thought, but he’d never been to school, perhaps if he had he wouldn’t resemble a rabbit caught in torchlight.
Steady hands grabbed him as Jensen followed, “Hey.” Jared was pushed against the wall and warm lips pressed against his neck. A wet tongue licked a stripe from his throat, over his chin and up to his mouth to dip in for a brief kiss. Jensen growled as he nipped a line to his slave's ear “You are the only one I ever wanted and they’ll just have to get over it.” Jensen pushed himself away but there was one last comment as he left. It was barely audible, even with Jensen's lips hot against his lobe, “I love you, Jared,” and Jared thought he must have misheard. Nevertheless, it was enough to distract him awhile from the throbbing, chaotic neediness of his body.
Jared stayed by the wall, pink-flushed and anxious until Alona wove through the room of shining, naked bodies and took him by the hand. “Child! You look wonderful.”
There were nine perfect-skinned slaves in the room, all exhaustively prepared and exquisitely decorated. A dark, slim girl tittered unkindly. Her hair was slicked into a shining ponytail with a jewel encrusted clip and her pert nipples were pierced with golden rings. “Well, goodness, yes. It is reassuring to know that the Prince is setting a thrifty example to his Kingdom, by choosing his property from the reject cage.”
There were sniggers from all about the room and Jared pressed his back more firmly to the wall and sighed. He had hoped for friendly words or witty banter to settle his nerves. He supposed it was no more than he endured throughout his childhood, as that weird little boy that nobody is allowed to talk to. He pretended not to hear as the redhead replied in a disdainful voice “It is damaged goods. Look at the scars on it. So inappropriate, and my stars, is that restraint decoration? What sort of a disaster requires that? Well, what can you expect from the Realm?”
It seemed that all eyes were directed at the tortuous device fixed in his member and he fought a desire to cover himself with his hands, because that would certainly bring more ridicule. Alona eased him from the wall by his hand and shot a dark look at the red-head, “I’m sure Danneel doesn’t mean that Child.”
A lower tone cut in, as a striking blonde man with piercing blue eyes and a huge sapphire piercing in one ear, spoke up. He had the look of one from the Northern Territories, a cold region of pale people, “Oh, I am absolutely sure she did. You see she is a raging, spiteful bitch when she’s jealous and, by all that is air, you are something to be envious of.” He stuck his hand out in greeting and Jared shook it, surprised at the gesture. “I’m Chad. They don’t like me either. They’re jealous as fuck of me.”
Alona rolled her eyes. “Chad, nobody likes you because you are an annoying, sarcastic low-life.”
“And you’re jealous. You love me really.”
Alona giggled. “Yeah, I’m jealous because, oh hang on, why am I jealous?”
“You have the hots for my Master and Mistress. Everyone desires Lord and Lady Collins.” He spared a look at Jared, raised his eyebrows and licked his lips suggestively. “Not that we don’t have a burning desire for Prince Jensen but y’know, my owners, whoohoo, scorching.”
There were an assortment of comments thrown at the spiky haired blond slave including “Get over yourself,” and, “Yeah, but what you wouldn’t give for a foursome.”
Chad stuck his middle finger up at them and grinned mischievously at Jared. “Believe me. I would have no objection to a fivesome.” Laughter filled the room, dissipating the tension among the slaves, which just left the tension thrumming through Jared’s body.
Alona subtly gave the sign for Jared to straighten. He hadn’t realized he was hunching his shoulders so he nodded thanks and regained his poise. “Well then. It appears you may, unfortunately have found an ally in Chad here. If you like I can ask Mackenzie if she’ll swap places with Lord Collins so you can be together. Mackenzie’s slave is lovely but he’s not particularly cuddly.”
“Unfortunately! Al, I’m not just cuddly, I’m awesome and you know it. Child, you have to know, just by looking at me that I’m awesome.”
Jared’s dimples appeared, his teeth shone white and he full-on chuckled. He struggled to remember when he had last done that “Please, Al. That would be good.”
Chad grinned at him. “Damn boy. That smile is criminal! If you smile like that around my Master, I’ll tape your mouth shut. I don’t need that sort of competition.”
There was a derogatory sniff from the slave with the pony tail but nobody was paying any attention to her.
It was an orderly formation of the Royal Household and Lords that filed onto the raised platform in the square. Slaves followed at precisely the correct distance and one after another bowed to their knees at heel, while their owners stood and acknowledged the crowd. Jared felt the cold air on his skin and the pain in his crotch as his penis tried to shrink, then aroused once more with a shifting of the rod. He bit his lip and concentrated on the deliberate flicks of Jensen’s hand to ensure his every movement was correct. He kept his poise and set his feet carefully but somehow he could not keep his gaze low. Jensen was pale, strain was etched on every feature, his steps were heavy on the bouncing wood and when he halted, his shoulders dropped, Jared sank to his heel swiftly and, desperate to demonstrate his support, his head bowed quickly to rest against his Master’s warm leg. Jensen flicked at his cloak, as if it were an unconscious action but he flicked it again until it almost fully covered his slave from the biting wind.
It was only when Jared heard a collective sigh of “Aw!” from somewhere to the front that he became aware of the crowd. Jared felt a hand tangle in his hair as Jensen risked a moment’s comfort. There was another “Aw” from the masses.
To the side of him Lord Collins leaned toward Jensen and murmured, “I think they need to see that.”
Jared risked a sideways glance as Lord Collins made a similar action, stroking Chad’s face appreciatively. There was clapping from the citizens who could see them. On the other side of him, Ethan placed a steady hand on Alona’s head. The unprecedented show of public affection for their slaves spread across the stage and when the King followed suit the crowd broke into a roaring applause. Jensen’s features relaxed with the suggestion of an upturn to his mouth and Jared felt the knot in his stomach unfurl a fraction.
If it weren’t for the complicated attention to an unknown flower ritual, Jared could almost have forgotten his naked submission. Terror rapidly morphed into discomfort and boredom. In the moments that he forgot his place and glanced into the crowd, he saw only grief and a rapt attention to the King's activities. Royal ceremony, pompous bugling and long, rousing speeches were horribly familiar to him. He considered it ironic that the most important Royal ceremony he had attended, to date, should be as a captive slave in another Household.
It was the Royal family’s first appearance since their father’s funeral and Joshua’s first speech as King. It was mourning for brutal loss and affirmation of commitment to their people. The King was unequivocal in his closing words. It was a declaration to the Realm. The Kingdom would not surrender. It would not give up on any of its citizens or potential citizens (and that raised some eyebrows on the dais as the euphemism for slaves sank in). It would not accept a closing of minds or a closing of its borders. The only way these things would be lost was if they were taken and that was not an option. They would stand together.
The crowd were deafening in their support and Joshua gestured for Jensen and Mackenzie to join him. Jensen palmed wait here and stepped to bury himself in a bear hug with his brother and sister. He whispered something in their ears and they all flicked their hands,heel. Jared crossed the space self-consciously, his ears burned with his exposed state but Jensen was quick to give him cover of his cloak. He reached for Jared’s hand and grasped it firmly and obviously. Joshua nodded at Jensen and clutched at his own slave’s hand as he added to the speech with an unplanned finale.
“We stand together, for everyone in the Kingdom. Let’s be clear, we stand for citizens of every background and religion. We stand for love to be accepted in every form. We stand for our slaves and for the refugees who have requested our shelter. We stand for our children and the stability of this entire region. What I ask is that ALL of you stand with us.”
They left the platform to a rapturous ovation. Jared’s gaze strayed upward and he watched families, friends and strangers hold each other in hugs, a mixture of hope, grief, despair and love expressed in such a simple action. For a moment Jared’s eyes caught on a man squeezing through the crowd. In the time that he blinked he was gone from view. He shook his head at the fleeting hallucination of Christian Kane. He was under a lot of stress, it wasn’t surprising he was conjuring up false images of his dead friend.
They retired to a brightly lit hall with warm fires blazing in the hearth, homey rugs over the stone floor and large squashy armchairs. Jensen took time to greet every Noble and ask after their family and health. If it weren’t for the incessant agony below his waist, Jared would have smirked. However reasonable the need for such conversation, he knew how tedious and wearing it could be.
There were tables laid out with cold snacks and drinks. It was basic but wholesome fare, and Jared wondered if it was always that way or if the recent defeats had forced constraints. He left his Master’s heel without waiting for instruction and collected a tankard of sweet smelling liquid and an assortment of meats, bread and fruit.Jensen took the tankard from Jared and sank the liquid back without a pause, then looked down at the slave at his foot. “Oh moons. Child how long is it since you had a drink?”
Jared didn’t have a chance to answer before Lord Collins was at Jensen’s elbow. “You sly campaigner. You know how to work the crowd don’t you?”
“I seem to recall it was your suggestion.”
“But you started it. Nice move, and as for bringing out your same sex slave from the Realm, I mean WOW. You know how to make a statement.” The Lord reached to caress the back of Jared’s neck.
Jensen frowned and was short with him, “Misha, You should know it wasn’t a statement. It is what I wanted.” He stepped possessively between his slave and Chad’s Master.
Lord Collins wasn’t taking the hint. “Mackenzie tells me it is to be presented at the next function. I’m looking forward to that. Perhaps I can be one of the first to have the honor of his mouth.”
Jensen’s lips twitched and his eyes became cold. Chad made a face at Jared. It seemed to be a cross between, look how hot my master is and oh good grief, look how stupid my master is. “I’m not sure I can be making any promises for the future my friend. Besides, you know you would break the heart of that beautiful blue-eyed boy of yours.”
“It’s just a slave,” Misha laughed.
Jensen tipped his head to one side in a grimace and dropped his good manners. “Chad is a person, Misha and Mother Earth help anyone who might try to take him from you, because I have seen that you care. Child is a person. I care for him. As I said earlier, we shouldn’t make promises for the future. We may not be able to keep any of them, especially if we don’t have the support of all of our people, citizens or not. You saw the crowd. Surely it’s not hard to work out their feelings.”
“I’m not sure Joshua will approve of your opinions, Jensen.”
Jensen twitched his hand and Jared readied himself to follow him from the Hall. “When has Joshua ever approved of my opinions Misha? As I said before, this isn’t a statement, it is simply what I want and in the circumstances I truly do not care what anybody else thinks on the matter.” He smirked in triumph at Misha as he stalked deliberately out of the room with his slave following him in perfect time and poise.
They made it up one flight of stone stairs and through a corridor before Jensen crowded Jared into a shadowy recess. “Give me your foot.” Jared’s brows knitted in confusion. “Need to get the toe ring off.”
“Oh.” He hopped on one foot as his Master slipped the tiny key in and released the digit.
Jensen balled up the chain with a clink and threw it into the corner of the recess. “Now. Where was I?” He forced the brunette’s hands above his head and held them in one of his own. His other palm pushed flat against the brand on his chest “Mine.” He backed him flat to the wall and gave a lust filled growl. “I’m going to take my hand from your wrists. Don’t you dare move.”
Jared’s breath quickened as green eyes locked onto him in a heated haze. He held his arms above his head as a delicious tingle spread and ended in sharp agony of blades in his cock, tears filled his eyes and he wailed. “Nooo, ah.”
“Ah, Hell! Sorry, sorry.” One of Jensen’s hands wiped the tears from his cheek while the other fumbled at his cock. “Just a moment, Child.” There was a barely audible click as the ring around his glans was released, then Jensen’s mouth was on his lips, all wet heat and lusty desire. “So fucking perfect for me. Just fucking perfect. Gonna get you in that room and give you so much. Gonna make you come so hard for me and you don’t have to wait for me and you won’t have to say thank you because,”
Jared grabbed at his neck and pulled him onto his mouth “Shut up and do it then.” He groaned, thick and wanting, with a high pitched whine as the cock plug shifted and the blood ran unhindered to engorge his needy prick. “Mmm Jen.” All thought left him and he gave in to sensation as Jensen’s tongue plundered his mouth. He tasted of honey-mead, smoked ham and something else that was entirely Jensen and Jared was ravenous for him.
Jensen’s eyes widened in surprise as Jared sucked hard on his tongue then forced his own pink muscle inside. He had to know, needed to taste it all. Jensen was mewling and grinding his hips against the slave’s naked body. His cock strained at his pants, leaking a wet patch into the fabric and it was a wondrous sight to his slave. Jared gave another suck to Jensen’s tongue then pulled off with a wet smack. He kissed a trail down Jensen’s neck, he wanted more of his flesh to kiss and to bite, more to feel and taste. He fought with the buttons on the shirt but his fingers were unco-operative as his hips bucked hard against the firm contours of Jensen’s body and Jensen pushed back creating unearthly friction and a sweet moons, stars, freakin’ comets, sensation that coursed through Jared and burst in fireworks at the base of his brain. His balls pulled up but there was no means of release and he gave a squeaking whine and growling moan, together and apart. Sweat slicked at his chest and he panted. “Jen. Pleeeaaase. Oh stars, pleeeeease, can’t.”
Jensen gulped breath and slowed his grind, he looked down at Jared’s pulsing cock and grasped it in his hand. Jared flung his head back, knocking the wall, it was a sharp knock, it was painful and yet dismissed as unworthy of attention. His body only cared for one thing. He gave a hissing, panted breath. “No, uh, uh mmm.”
Jensen wheezed as he spoke, “Shouldn’t take it out like this, and not without oil, hot water.”
Jared bucked his hips again, Jensen let the silky hot skin rub up through his grasping fist and his slave moaned with tears of frustration. He’d never needed so much, not ever, he might just die without the release his body sought “Just do it! Just get it out.”
“Hey. Alright.” Jensen spoke gently, then growled again. “Keep your goddamned hands up. Want to see you exposed and needy for me, where anyone can see you, see how much you want it.” Jared’s brain felt like it would explode, the words crept under his flesh and his hips rolled with wanton abandon. The plug rolled with it and he felt like his balls would rip in two with need. He didn’t think it could get any worse but then Jensen was gone, suddenly on his knees below him, looking up at him, all sex and softly slurping tongue around the metal of the plug, his teeth clicking against it and Jared didn’t know if it was noise or vibration or electric lightning that struck his length. Gentle fingers tugged the rod out carefully, inch by inch on a tongue-slicked exit with jolts of screeching friction and the chase of his orgasm. As the plug finally ripped from his slit Jensen’s mouth closed around the length of his shaft and he hollowed his cheeks as he swallowed the bursting seed. Jared’s world turned lightning white with joyous, screaming, brain scorching pleasure, his eyes were blown, pure black, and his muscles strained and contracted.
He laughed, adrenalin-high and hysterical, as his muscles turned to jelly. “What sort of Master takes two drinks when his slave has had none?”
Jensen practically choked with laughter, on the last of the come. He licked his lips and stood up, rubbing all the way against Jared. He pulled his slave's arms down and took him into a hug.
“The sort of Master who lets his slave have an orgasm without him.” He supported Jared in his arms. “You can collapse when we get in our room. Then you can have a drink and believe me honey, you can drink as much of me as you like.”
Jared smiled. A full dimpled arc. “Is that a promise?”
“I am so hard, it’s a guarantee, Child.”
Jared let himself be manipulated back to their room and sported a contented, smug smile when they met staff in the hallways who pretended not to stare at the unsuitable slave who walked, with his Master’s arm curled around his waist, in the most incorrect manner. He was satisfied and fuzzy. Right now, in this moment, everything was perfect, if he was already condemned to Hell, he was going with Jensen and they were going to make it one heck of a ride.
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