(The Dark Servant)Midnight Matters by A. Ellas (young adult books to read .txt) 📗

Hasaviz had given him and commanded him to wear, covered it with a cloak, and slipped out of the suite without alerting Tebber. He walked directly to Hasaviz’s office via the servants’ network of narrow passageways that lay between the main corridors traversed by the nobles. He removed the cloak and set it in a hidden alcove formed by a loose stone, then entered directly into the training room and knelt at Hasaviz’s feet.

“He wears a slave tunic now?” asked Virien, coming off the padded couch to inspect Rak as Hasaviz locked the collar on.

“Stand,” commanded Hasaviz with the inflection that meant for inspection, so Rak stood, clasped his hands behind his head and spread his legs shoulder width apart. Hasaviz tucked the front and back panels of the tunic up into the yellow binding belt, completely exposing Rak from the waist down. “His training is coming along nicely, as you can see, sir.”

Virien tugged on Rak’s cock, which came erect in his hand. “Even more impressive than last time,” he said, eyes bright with desire. He hooked the scrotal ring with his little finger and tugged sharply, using it to lead Rak over to the padded couch. Virien lounged on the leather seat. “Kneel,” he commanded, releasing the ring.

Virien rested his feet on Rak’s thighs. Then he opened his pants and brought his package through the flap in his shorts. “Oral service, slave.”

Rak bent forward, and kissed Virien’s cock and both balls. Then he proceeded to lick Virien’s balls and firming shaft.

“The Riverlands has fully trained sex slaves, given the potions at puberty and carefully trained. Not just some poor slob of a slave dosed whenever,” Hasaviz lectured. “You can feel the difference.”

“This is wonderful, even better than last time.” Virien stroked Rak’s hair as the slave sucked on his scrotum. “I’ve always wanted my own sex slave.”

“He is yours whenever you wish. As you see, I have full control,” Hasaviz said.

“We need to consider dosing our palace staff. It would be easy to just slip the potion into the medicines we give the children when we buy them.”

“That is only half the solution,” Hasaviz said. “Training is the other half. Do you think that comes naturally? Of course not! It’s all training!”

“Can you train to this level?” asked Virien. He sighed in bliss as Rak’s tongue wrapped around his cock. The shaft swiftly came to full erection and Rak’s mouth slid onto it.

“I can,” Hasaviz said, “but not hampered as I am now by prudish rules and regulations.”

“If you can train more slaves to do this, you can have a free hand,” said Virien, hips pumping in time with the slave’s bobbing head.

“I shall sift through the pubertal age children at once.”

“I will find a way to hide the cost of the potions,” purred Virien. “Army expenses, perhaps.” He gripped Rak’s head and pounded the slave’s throat vigorously. He paused, still holding Rak’s head hard against his groin, and pumped a load of seed down Rak’s throat. Once he was certain that he was finished he pushed Rak away.

The slave coughed and gasped for air, and some of Virien’s seed escaped to trickle out of the corners of his mouth, but he still managed to say, “Thank you, master.”

Virien patted Rak on the head. “You’re welcome, slave.” He turned his gaze to Hasaviz. “I am impressed with the slave’s demeanor. That couldn’t have been easy. How do you control him? Can you show me how?”

“I can,” said Hasaviz simply. He touched Rak’s forehead. “Sleep,” he commanded.

* * * * Virien felt his eyes widening as the slave slumped to the floor, asleep. “Amazing,” he breathed.

“The spell is both elemental and blood magic,” explained Hasaviz. “More than one person can be keyed into the spell, a convenience for training the slave. The best part is, you don’t have to be a mage to invoke the spell. You just have to have a strong will. But he has to be asleep for this, to prevent him from learning the details of the spell. We don’t want him to figure out how to break it.”

“Let’s get on with this,” Virien said, growing impatient.

Hasaviz calmly walked Virien through the spell step by step. Virien used the small golden dagger to nick his fingers, hissing in displeasure at the pain, but it was worth it as he abruptly sensed the slave, and knew, at a bone-deep level, that he could control the beast. He stroked the sleeping body possessively, and not only could he feel the slave responding to him, he could feel every bit of the pleasure he was causing the slave’s body.

“Wake up, slave,” said Hasaviz, touching Rak’s head again. The trainer backed off when the slave’s yellowgreen eyes opened.

Virien focused his attention on making the slave obey him. “Kneel,” he snapped, and was rewarded by prompt compliance. “Lick my feet,” he tried next. The slave bent forward and Virien shivered with pleasure as the slave’s tongue stroked along his toes. He sagged down onto the pleasure couch, and the slave followed him, still licking his master’s feet as he’d been bidden. Virien lifted his feet to give the slave access to the bottoms as well. The long, agile tongue felt exquisite as it caressed his feet. “Good slave,” he murmured, allowing his eyes to close as he relaxed, enjoying the slave’s ministrations.

After a while, Hasaviz suggested, “You need to work on controlling him through more difficult commands.”

“You can stop now, slave. Kneel.” Rak straightened up and positioned himself submissively before Virien once more. Virien fondled the slave’s erection with a foot. “It’s hard to tell if he’s obeying because of the control spell, or your training. How does he behave when he’s really under pressure? Say, during a flogging?

Hasaviz snorted. “The slave likes pain. Flogging is useful, though, for the pain and pleasure trains him better than words and sex alone ever could.” He positioned Rak for a whipping with a few gestures and touches,