The Unsuitable Slave. (NC-17) Part 22/34
He put a basin of fresh water to warm by the fire and bent to unlace Woolvett’s boots, removing them with care and massaging the cramped, sweaty, feet. The Envoy swirled his drink and stared into the burgundy fluid. Jared finished and came to rest on the floor beside him.
“Have you everything you need, Sir?”
“I’m more than comfortable, Jared, just a little fazed by your attentions. Have you finished everything that you are supposed to do, or should I brace myself for more?”
“I do whatever you ask of me.” Jared swallowed hard and resolved to end his nerves. He would ask outright, “You are allowed to request anything of me.” He raised his hand to the man’s thigh and stroked it. He watched his arm move, taking care not to catch his leather cuffs against the man. “Some would use my mouth or have me in their bed. Is that your desire, Sir?”
There was no reply from the Envoy. Jared didn’t dare look up at the man, he continued to concentrate on the gentle rhythm with which he caressed the strong thigh and he let his fingers stray upward toward Woolvett's crotch. The silence was unnerving. What if he’d read his intentions wrong. What if…
“Prince Jared, stop!”
His hand was pushed away and the slave stilled, he held his breath.
“I don’t want to do anything like that to you. You are a beautiful young man but the thought of taking a slave does not excite me. This is not your consent Prince Jared. However they may pitch it at you, it is manipulated behavior and I cannot condone it.”
Jared breathed again. “I’m not a Prince. Not even Jared any more. You should call me Child.” The fingers of his right hand rubbed unconsciously across the leather cuff on his left wrist.
“Will you be punished if I don’t use your body or if I continue to use your proper name?”
“No, Sir. Our time together is private. I would not speak of it.”
“And if I hurt you?”
“Then I have my Master’s permission to run from here and return to him.” He tried to sound confident but his voice was thin, “Do you want to hurt me?”
“No. Stars! No! I was curious. I have little understanding of the expectations placed upon you.” The Envoy was quick to reassure him. “I had another purpose in bringing you here. I would like to talk with you, to the Prince Jared.”
“You have questions for me?”
“I have heard King Joshua, I have listened to his promises and protestations. There are things that I have negotiated, but nothing is agreed or signed yet. The States has spent long years avoiding entanglement in this messy war and I am about to launch us into a new stance. You have the opportunity to prevent me. I would listen to your plea on behalf of the Realm.”
“I have no plea for the Realm. You should sign the agreement with King Joshua.”
Woolvett sucked a noisy breath. He reached to Jared’s face and tipped it up to look into his own. His other hand reached to the Jared's wrist, caught on the cuff and held it. “They have held you captive, stripped and hurt you. I have no concept of what you went through tonight, except it was rape, it was wrong and it was torture. Look at you Jared! Jensen reminds you even now of his ownership. I am asking you to give your own opinion. I will not turn to tell your Master.”
Jared pulled his face from the hand, glanced to his wrists “It is my opinion. Whatever I think of the Kingdom and my own situation is irrelevant. I cannot support Morgan and his Elders. Sometimes a boil must be lanced and it is painful. I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Did you ask to be Prince Jensen's slave?”
“There was a choice and it was my decision. It is a step up from being dead which was Morgan’s intention, and the cuffs, Sir, they are my decision too.”
“You wish your people to go through what you have, to be under the rule of slavers?”
“I thought that was your purpose in negotiation, Gordon. Surely the States will not support that?” Jared was heated in his argument.
“What of the rest of the Realm. You would nevertheless ask us to stand against them, to crush them. For what? Revenge against your Uncle?”
“They are already crushed by Morgan, by the Elders. The Kingdom is no worse. Perhaps with your involvement there is hope for new structure all around.”
“Earlier, you told me that King Joshua was a liar. Do you think he will honor an agreement that he makes with the States?” Woolvett searched the slave’s face for tells.
Jared sighed heavily as he pondered the query, “I think you caught us at bad time. What is between Joshua and his brother is personal. I don’t believe it is relevant to Joshua’s standing as a King. All families bicker and bitch. Everything I have seen of this family indicates that honor and duty guide them, I think they will be obliged to keep their word, as bound.”
The Envoy laughed. “You are an optimist. How do you even do that right here and now?”
Jared shrugged. “I cannot dwell on the other.”
“I can make it a stipulation that Jensen release you. I can take you with me. Offer you sanctuary and freedom in the States. You're well educated and bright. I can find you an identity and a position in government, one with excellent reward and standing. What we cannot do, whatever the outcome of this war, is to help you to attain the throne.”
He frowned, he hadn’t thought on such an eventuality. “Why would you say that?”
“We are not offering our assistance for the sake of the Kingdom or the Realm. It is a selfish need to retain the stability of this region. If we should succeed in regaining some balance, then, honestly, it would be foolish to throw that away by reinstating you.” He looked apologetically at Jared. “I like you Jared, I have always thought that you were the one bright hope to stop this madness but that ended with your death. It is a step too far for us to support your reintroduction, alive, with the rumors that surround your participation at De'ith. Add to that your apparent collusion with the Kingdom and obvious, deviant behavior. Now, I have no issue with sexuality , nor does my Nation but ask the citizens of the Realm to cope with it while wounds are raw and minds still set and civil unrest is inevitable. It takes years of careful nurture to erase such mindset. We could not entertain the risk.”
“I didn’t do what they said.” Jared needed him to believe it.
“I never thought you did, but it is politics and reputation. Please do not beg me for this Jared.”
“I will not beg. I do not wish to have the throne. I never did. All I crave is justice and safety for the people of the Realm.”
The Envoy reached for a bottle of wine, stilled the slave’s hand as he reached to do it for him. He poured a fresh glass and put it into Jared's hand. “It breaks my heart that it should take all this to find that you have the most care for your people, yet you cannot be their King. We should look forward though, celebrate your freedom.”
Jared looked perplexed, “The war is not won, it is not even certain.”
“No, but your freedom is. You should decide what it is you will do when you reach our Country. You will be able to choose your own destiny.”
Jared faltered in his reply. He pictured miles of open countryside, doors that led away, roads that stretched with unnamed junctions and a far off horizon. He pictured strange faces and unfamiliar people. He saw it without Jensen at his side and pictured loneliness. His heart raced, unruly and terrified. “I, I did not say I would come.”
“Of course you will want it. Nobody will punish you for this. I will ensure it.”
“No! I will stay. I want to be at Jensen’s side.”
“Jared, I know you feel a bond. I understand how the ownership process works but it isn’t real. You should break away now, while you are able. The regret will not last. You will see clearly in short time.”
“My vision is perfect right now, Sir.”
Woolvett circled him carefully, eyes oozing sympathy, like he was an injured animal. “You can accompany us, settle in a new home. If Jensen truly loves you he will follow and find you but I will be realistic, it will not happen and soon you will not want him.”
It was a flawless argument. Jared remained silent, weighed the words and pictured Jensen, riding in for him. He blinked and his mind produced other scenarios. Jensen, bitter at Jared’s rejection, in the arms of another lover, Jensen, dying in pain and alone. Jensen alone, defending Jared’s mother. He would take what he could get with Jensen. Hadn’t he already decided that? His fingers pressed the livid purple bruise on his neck, felt the sweet ache and then reached to touch the smooth metal of his collar. “You cannot know our relationship Sir. It suits me to stay by my Master’s side.”
“Love makes you blind, Jared.”
“Then I shall let Jensen lead me.”
Woolvett shook his head sadly. “I believe you will Prince Jared.”
“It isn’t all bad.” The slave wanted him to understand.
“No, I will admit there is a difference in you and it makes me wonder. In all the times before, when I met you, you were a quiet, pale thing. You stayed at your Uncle’s side and repeated his words or stayed silent in your discomfort. You were painfully shy. It is strange how Jensen’s collar has made you bold and definite, strong enough to refuse my plans for you. I never imagined it could work that way.”
Jared found a smile that reached his eyes, crinkled his nose and produced dimples. “I am not constrained with heritage and expectation, I am free to be myself with Prince Jensen.”
The Envoy smiled back at him. He raised his glass and clinked it against the one that Jared held. “I’ll drink to that, Child.”
The slave’s smile became impossibly wide and his eyes sparkled with hazel, blue and golden hues. He sipped at the wine, appreciating a sweet, flowery nose and full rich flavor.
“Finish your wine Child and return to Jensen. I will not keep you from him. You should have what you want tonight, you have earned it.”
Jared turned to Woolvett as he left the room. “Thank you, Sir. Sleep well.”
“There will be one more chance for your freedom in the morning Jared. Please think on it.”
Jared nodded and smiled at the Envoy and shut the door softly.
***
Jensen’s rooms were cold and empty. Hope flung herself across the space and attempted to climb his legs. Jared eased tiny points of pain from his ankles as he extricated her claws and cuddled her into his arms. She left a trail of soft fur on his skin as she rubbed against his face with a satisfied purr.
“I know how you feel girl. I’m glad to be back too.”
The little grey feline climbed to his shoulder and settled by his collar while he lit a lamp, stoked the fire and turned down the bed. He couldn’t help his disappointment at finding himself alone, he wanted strong arms and reassurance and he especially didn’t want this opportunity to think about the things that had been forced upon him, these last days.
His mind returned to cold floor under his knees and strangers’ cocks in his mouth, to crude comments and unkind words, the smell and sound of sex all around him, in him and over his skin. The details were foggy, faces unclear. His lips were swollen and marked,his throat ripped, and dried come stiffly glued strands of his hair. The things he had done should disgust him but he had not stopped them, not even protested. His mind painted an outsider’s picture, refused the reality, but his body spoke otherwise. He drew a scalding bath and found the roughest cloth. He scrubbed at his skin until it glowed red with heat and friction and he still didn’t feel clean.
Jensen found him there, scraped raw and shivering in soap-scummy water that had faded to cold. He coaxed him out of the water, threw the softest towels around him and dabbed him dry. He rinsed his hair and combed it through and shaved his face smooth. He found a fragrant lotion and spread it carefully over the irritated skin. There were no words just the punctuation of an occasional chaste kiss on Jared’s skin as Jensen cared for him.
They lay side by side on the bed and Jared stared at the ceiling, watching flickering shadows with unusual concentration.
“Joshua told me everything,” Jensen started.
Jared’s eyes flicked toward him and returned to stare upwards.
“You can tell me he’s my family. Protest in your sweet way but I will not forgive him. I cannot forgive any of them.”
Jared showed no sign of attention.
“That arrogant, envious little freak colluded with Joshua to keep me in my room, insisted my heath was poor and had you prepared to betray me and yet he could not comprehend why I did not tell him my plans. He would not believe my written word and neither would my own brother.” Jensen sounded lost.
Jared didn’t know what words could make things better. He reached his hand to the older man’s and snatched it to him, curled his fingers into it so their hands were entwined. Jensen squeezed into the hold.
“Ethan did everything Josh asked of him. He had Alona entrap you, he accepted the physician’ poison to have your co-operation, without a thought, not so much as a query to its possible consequences. Almost killed Victoria and Chad, almost killed you. My brother showed such gratitude for his loyalty,” Jensen gave a dark laugh “he had Ethan whipped for failing to handle you adequately. What sort of man does that Jared?” he paused for a moment. “My father would have. He was that sort of man.”
“Morgan is that sort of man,” Jared commented, his gaze still firmly fixed on the ceiling. “Your brother is nothing like Morgan. He has hardly had opportunity to find his own way.”
“I cannot find any excuse for what he did to you. There is none.” Jensen turned on his side to face Jared, he continued to clutch his hand.
“Will Ethan be alright?”
“He was well enough to take you for Presentation, how do you even care Jared? He is dead to me, but he participated in harm to Lady Victoria and Chad, it is Misha he can never turn his back to. If he has a sense of self-preservation he will leave with Envoy Woolvett. I shall not beg him to stay.”
Jared fidgeted and his leg came to rest, flush and warm against Jensen’s. Reflection of firelight and slivers of dark still danced on the ceiling. “I wasn’t brave. I gave them answers as soon as they asked. I did what Joshua required without question. I had no loyalty or courage.”
Jensen pushed himself onto his elbow and looked down upon Jared’s face. “How can you even say that? You were perfect. You gave me five days. You did as I asked, everything except the one thing you couldn’t control. I have nothing but awe for you. Chad too.”
“Chad is amazing and a good friend.”
“You are awesome.” His Master reached his hand to stroke the soft brown hair that tumbled onto the pillow. He bent to lick at Jared’s ear and sucked on the lobe before whispering into its shell, “You deserve a reward, some compensation. Ask me for something, anything.”
Jared made a decision in a heartbeat and moved with rapid purpose. Jensen's eyes startled, wide and vibrant green-gold as Jared rolled over him, hooked a leg over Jensen’s thigh and an arm over his chest. Oval eyes with hazel orbs looked down at the older man as his mouth covered the plush pink lips, begging access. They kissed deep and lazy, slow suction and wet tongue exploring and competing. Jared’s hand cupped his Master’s face, angled and controlled it, set the pace and demanded the time.
They paused for panting breath and Jared finally found the words for his request. “I want to stop being afraid. I can’t stop the memories. You told me that it can be good, sex together.” He nuzzled at Jensen’s neck before continuing, “I want you to give me good memories to cover the bad. I want you to do with me what you do with Ethan. I want you to fuck me tonight, show me how it is supposed to be. I want you to make me forget before, and all the rest.”
“No Jared. Not gonna fuck you and it will never be like it was with Ethan.”
The slave drew back, with a sudden expression of hurt. “You said anything.”
“I have never loved Ethan like I love you. This will mean far more to me, be much more than that. Never going to just fuck you, Child, I'm going to make love to you, if you’re certain. Are you absolutely sure?”
He gave a tiny relieved grin, “M’sure, Jensen.”
Jensen let his hand trail over Jared’s neck and down to his body, he caressed his chest and tweaked a nipple. “I won’t use restraints,” he said, “Not going to hold you down, won't be your Master in this. I have nightmares sometimes, of what I did to you. I can’t repeat it. I need you to be definite, I want you to have control.”
“I trust you.”
There were a few moments of silent hesitation, Jensen’s hand stilled and he stared into nothing.
“Jensen. Jen!”
Jensen blinked and came back to himself. He looked up at his slave “You should, I could. I mean, it might be better if, this time, you topped.”
Silky hair tickled at the freckled nose as Jared brought his head down and kissed at his neck. The slave’s hand tangled into Jensen’s hair and fingertips scraped gently at his scalp. A small moan escaped his lips as he felt Jensen's length harden under his thigh.
“Do you prefer it that way or are you trying to escape responsibility?”
Jensen laughed and licked at the smooth shoulder playfully, “You know me too well but I would, for you I would Jared.”
“No. It’s not going to solve our problems, not this time. I want this. I want you to take care of me. You said anything.” Jared’s fingers smoothed over his face and rested on Jensen’s plump pink lips.
Jensen fluttered his eyelashes at the younger man and drew the bitten fingers into his mouth, with hollowed cheeks. He suckled the digits with noisy abandon and a wet tongue, before releasing them with a lewd pop. Jared’s eyes grew brighter and a faint blush rose to his cheek as his cock twitched against Jensen’s hip. Jensen untangled his hand from his slave’s hair and exhaled with a faint growl. He put his palms firmly on either side of Jared’s neck and let them move, fraction, by slow fraction over the skin in tandem. His fingers trailed behind, splayed and curious for every variation in the texture and map of this beautiful body.
Jared relaxed into the bright thrills of pressure on his skin, into the warm touch and slow promise of Jensen’s hands. He moved in to kiss at the freckled brow but the pressure increased and he found himself repelled and positions reversed. Jensen kneeled over him, flashed a dazzling bright smile at him and long fingers continued their traverse over his chest and down to his hips, moulding into the dents that led to his abdomen and onto the smooth exposed flesh where soft curled hair should have been. The big hands met there and fingertips brushed lightly downwards to the base of his cock. Jared inhaled with a squeak and pushed up against the touch.
“Not yet, not yet,” Jensen crooned, massaging his abdomen and over his hips, dipping back to the half hard member that nestled under his splayed thighs. Jensen's firm erection, red, swollen and magnificent bobbed against his stomach, leaking pre-come and Jared couldn't help that his stare was drawn to it.
“You’re scared, my Child.” Warm hands restarted their journey and Jared felt them firm on the outside of his thigh. Jensen shuffled backwards on his knees to feel every knuckle and bump of his slave’s toes before beginning a slow ascent back over knobbly ankle bone and firm calf, smooth leg and strong knee. His fingers met again as he appreciated the gently trembling muscles of Jared's inner thighs. Jared breathed heavily and reached to touch Jensen’s arms, stroke his torso and tug at his hair. Jensen groaned at the touch. “My good boy.”
Jared felt the blood rush and pool downwards, was embarrassed at such an obvious reaction to the words. He saw Jensen look at his rapidly swelling dick and smile before dipping his head down and placing a kiss on the tip. His Master's plump lipped mouth continued kissing down the length of his cock to the junction with his crotch and back up his body, stopping to lick into his navel and suck at his hardened nipples, until finally they were flush to each others' body with arms wrapped around each other and tongues locking in a deep, lip-bruising kiss. Jared squirmed as perspiration started to shine on him and slick their movements. They rutted there, high on kisses and touch, hands tangled in the others’ hair, mouths wet and swollen, reluctant to part. He felt the heat and sweet, nerve tingling sensation as their erections ground against each other in a lusty need and he craved more of Jensen, more than this. He was moaning in short, high, needy bursts and he heard Jensen growl in his throat. “Please,” he finally managed to vocalize.
Jensen slowed his rhythm and managed to stop for a moment. He looked down upon Jared with glazed eyes and pink cheeks, a bead of sweat trickled over one eyebrow. “Are you sure? You have to be sure.”
Jared wriggled for movement and rutted up to him. “M’sure. Moons, I’m sure Jensen. Need this, need it. Please Jen.”
Jensen groaned, sex thick and aroused, he sucked a bruise just below Jared’s ear “I like that, when you call me Jen. Gonna need plenty of oil and it’s going to be uncomfortable, may be a little painful, just at first. Then we’ll make it good. So damn good! You with me?”
Jared struggled to control his breath and speak, “I put it under the bed. I used things, when you were away, know how it is Jen.” He thrashed his head to the side as Jensen reached to stroke between his thighs, rested his fingers on the taint between his balls and puckered hole, “Oh, ummm.”
“Want to see you. Stay on your back.” Firm hands manipulated Jared, and he bent his legs, spread them willingly, opened himself fully for his Master, for Jen. Slick fingers prepared him, slow and thorough between kisses and heated touch. Jared caught an erect nipple in his mouth as Jensen leaned over him and sucked at it greedily, nipped and licked it as he watched the tensed pleasure response and heard the babbled words of mock censure. Fingers slid inside him and it wasn’t an unwelcome intrusion and it wasn’t wrong. They worked his muscle open, one, two, and then three. A finger crooked and brushed a bundle of nerves and Jared arched and screamed, not for mercy, but for repeat. Jensen withdrew his fingers with a teasing smile and covered him with his body. Jared felt blunt pressure at his hole and for the first time he tensed and his eyes, sex-blown and black widened in fear as he looked into Jensen’s face. He nodded though and urged with cracked voice, “Do it, I’m fine, please, just do it.”
Jensen faltered and Jared could see fear reflected back at him, feel tension in his body and a softening of his cock. Jared reached to the firm globes of Jensen’s ass and pulled the man into him, “I trust you,” he reiterated and he felt the older man relax, harden again and begin to push with him. He gasped as he was finally breached. It was a burning, uncomfortable sensation but it sent a frisson of excitement through his whole being and he wanted more.
Jensen let him rest for a moment, then began a slow, delicious slide until he was full and balls slapped against his skin and Jared understood what it should be, what it was to give himself totally and be given everything from another. They stayed like that for what seemed an age, enough for more kisses, time for Jensen to be reassured by Jared’s fervor. Then it started again, the steady push-pull of raw affection, punctuated by strangled cries and speechless screams and moments of pure ecstasy as Jensen slipped over the pleasure center of his prostate with deliberate movement and happy smirk.
Jared begged and pleaded but Jensen built to ragged senselessness, slowly and it was perfect and enough and yet too slow and not enough for the youthful vigor of the slave. Finally, finally, Jensen lost his control, pounded deep and fast and Jared 's senses exploded with each thrust. Jensen reached to grab Jared’s hand and put it on his throbbing cock. “Want you to come with me,” he moaned throatily.
It took barely a touch before Jared was tightening in orgasm, fluid threads streaming on his stomach, white-hot pleasure flowing through every fiber and flooding him with fulfilment. His lips moved in unchecked truth, “I love you Jen,” He felt Jensen tensing as his own muscles clenched around him and Jensen came to the sound of Jared’s name being ripped from his own lips.
His master collapsed into him and pulled out gently with a wet squelch. “Oh Gods! That! You! Hmm.” They were panting together, in time with the others’ hasty breaths. Jared laughed in a happy endorphin rush, “You’re heavy. M’not sleeping on the wet patch.” He wriggled from under Jensen onto the dry side of the bed where he caught a brief glimpse of anxious blue eyes staring wide from under a low table. He giggled and pointed it out to Jensen. “I think we just destroyed her innocence,” he declared and then added, “ Thank you.” He snuggled down into the mattress and backed into Jensen’s form as his eyes started to droop.
Jensen poked him in the ribs playfully, “Don’t you dare fall asleep until I’ve had the chance to cuddle you.” He made an icky sound as he sidled further to spoon Jared and then flung the covers off and padded into the bathing room. He grabbed some cloths and returned to clean Jared with gentle swipes and small kisses. He folded a towel over the sticky patch and returned to the bed with a satisfied sigh. “There, better,” he said. Jared’s breath was steady now and he floated on a near-sleep haze as Jensen spooned him close, kissed all around his collar and faintly whispered to him, “I’ve been in love with you since I was ten Summers of age, Jared of the Realm.”
“I kissed a Prince and I liked it. I’m not afraid any more and we’re not damned,” Jared spoke imperceptibly, a mere breath that Jensen could barely hear, but his Master understood it anyway, and as he gave in to welcome slumber, Jared felt Jensen's lips move into a smile against the hot, damp flesh of his shoulder.
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