Heir to a Slave

by Samantha Cayto

  Kurt grinned at him around a mouthful of food. “Sure, babe. Whatever you say.”

  ****

  “Oh, man, this is the life.” Kurt moaned the same way he did when they fucked, and the sound had the usual effect on Jason’s dick. His boyfriend lay face down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, where they’d spent the rest of the day after returning from their excursion into town.

  The day had turned hot and having a pool to jump into to cool off was an incredible luxury that again, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around was his. Diego stood bent over Kurt’s prone form, massaging his back. The slave had been at it for almost an hour, and his dusky skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. He was another reason why Jason’s cock twitched with the need to come out and play. Instead of a pair of Jason’s old board shorts, the boy wore a black thong bathing suit that Kurt had picked up in Germany. Kurt had insisted it would look super sexy on the slave, and while he’d been right, Jason didn’t like dressing Diego up like a doll.

  “Come on, Kurt, give Diego a break.”

  “I’m fine, Master,” the slave quickly assured him.

  Jason wasn’t buying it. The boy had been trained too well to please and no way his fingers weren’t cramping at this point. And the sweat was starting to drip off his face. “Go jump in the pool, Diego.” He put some force behind his command and was pleased when the boy instantly complied.

  Jason loved the sight of the beautiful, lithe body diving gracefully into the deep end of the Olympic-sized pool. He sat up, hard now from looking at the slave’s tight ass before it disappeared into the water. A quick glance confirmed that Kurt was, too.

  His boyfriend had flipped over and propped himself up on his elbows. “God, I can’t wait to fuck that ass.” He turned toward Jason with narrowed eyes, a sure sign he was turned on. “How about tonight?”

  “What?” Jason forced his gaze fully on Kurt. “Um, yeah, I don’t know.”

  Kurt sighed. “What? Do you want to keep his ass cherry for you?”

  “Oh, no.” Except when he thought about it, yeah, he kind of did. Weird. He wasn’t usually the possessive type, but something about the thought of sharing Diego with anyone else, even Kurt didn’t sit well with him. “It’s only that this slave ownership and the three-way relationship is so new to me. I want to take it slow.”

  Kurt snorted and flopped down on the lounge. “We’re not having a three-way anything, Jason. He’s a slave. But, fine. How about I fuck you while you fuck him? Tell me that idea doesn’t make your dick hard?”

  Jason swallowed audibly. The idea did sound awesome. He didn’t tell his boyfriend, though, that his dick couldn’t get any harder than it was simply because his eyes feasted on Diego pulling himself out of the pool. He was like some sleek water mammal, a merman, rising from the sea.

  “Shit.” Grabbing his sketch pad and pencil, he sat up straight and started drawing Diego as fast as he could, catching the glimmer of poses the boy made without even knowing it.

  “Diego, come over here and lie down.” He motioned with his head to the lounge chair on the other side of him. “On your back, arms stretched over your head. That’s it.” Oh, God, perfect. He tried to capture the water beading on the boy’s skin. “Bend your left knee. Yes, like that.”

  His hand worked as if it had a mind of its own. Jason loved it when his art flowed like this. Diego was the perfect muse. Shit, maybe Kurt was right about Tahiti. He could picture the boy lying among the lush flora of that country, maybe with a flowery sarong around his slender hips.

  For long minutes as the sun dried Diego’s skin, Jason saw nothing but the boy, the paper and the pencil. He heard nothing, thought of nothing else except the placement of lines. Eventually, he filled the page and had to turn over another. His brain clicked on the heavy breathing behind him.

  “Shit, Kurt, sorry I didn’t think. Do you want some paper? I have another pencil on the table, too. You really have to experience this. It’s awesome.”

  Kurt chuckled. “No, that’s okay. You’re doing enough for both of us.”

  Jason shrugged. “Okay, suit yourself.” He knew Kurt preferred to work in clay, at least that’s what he said. He thought it a bit strange that he never saw Kurt do any sketches, though. Everything started with the basics. He shrugged, mentally this time. It didn’t matter. Nothing did other than capturing the beauty that was Diego.

  ****

  Diego hissed and shuddered almost undetectably the moment Jason breached the boy’s hole. Jason halted his thrust. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

  “I’m fine, Master.”

  Jason didn’t get a chance to question that assertion. Kurt pierced him with one long, hard push that propelled Jason forward. He went balls deep into the slave at the same moment Kurt bottomed out inside Jason. The sandwiching of his body robbed him of his breath. He opened his mouth on a silent gasp and clutched at Diego’s quivering flanks. The new experience of being fucked while fucking someone else at the same time drove his arousal to unprecedented heights. He’d always happily been a switch, topping some men while bottoming others. He loved the sensation of being filled by some guy’s big, hard cock, yet equally loved having his own dick cocooned in someone’s tight, wet heat. And yet, somehow he’d never been in this particular situation even on the two occasions that he’d participated in a threesome. Now that he knew how awesome it felt, it had just become his favorite position.

  Kurt bucked forward, setting off a chain reaction. His breath tickled Jason’s ear. “Oh, baby, this is unbelievable.”

  Jason’s eyelids drooped as Kurt’s dick pulsed, and he wanted to drive himself deeper still inside Diego. But he held back, bracing against Kurt’s pressure because Diego’s hands gripped the headboard with a tightness that bothered Jason.

  “Are you sure you’re all right, Diego? I want so badly to move.”

  “Please, Master, fuck me as hard as you want.” The slave’s voice was low, a bit breathless, and Jason decided to take that as a sign the slave was as turned on as Jason and Kurt were.

  Jason wasn’t sure about the mechanics. Fortunately, Kurt knew what to do. With a firm grip on Jason’s hips, he pulled back, sliding his cock out of Jason’s ass until only the head remained. As Kurt did so, he tugged Jason with him so that Jason’s dick followed suit. Jason glanced down with his hooded gaze and watched the shaft glistening with lube slowly reappear. Then quick as a blink, it jammed in again when Kurt reversed direction. Diego jerked within Jason’s grasp, and once more Jason worried that the slave was in pain, except Jason also jerked and shuddered as Kurt’s dick slammed into him. There was no reason to think Diego reacted for any different reason. After all, the three of them had spent long minutes prepping each hole.

  Then, Kurt started to pick up his pace and all thought flew out of Jason’s head. He became a mindless thing, all of his concentration focused on the twin sites of pleasure. Skin slapped against skin in a reverberating and escalating amount of noise that consumed the remaining parts of his brain. With his boyfriend in control, Jason didn’t have to do a thing except hang on for the ride and let his arousal soar and his climax climb until his balls erupted. He tried to hold back, to string the pleasure out a little bit more. The sensations were too intense, and when Kurt groaned loudly in Jason’s ear, a sound he knew well, Jason’s body insisted on following the other man off the cliff.

  Warmth splashed inside Jason’s ass at the same time as he shot into Diego’s. Now the rhythm went to hell, Jason and Kurt bucking their hips in stuttering and opposite moves that had their bodies colliding. Diego ended up flattened against the headboard as Jason overcorrected. But, the intensity of Jason’s climax didn’t diminish and in the end, he fell against his slave with a breathless laugh. Kurt did the same, his sweaty chest plastering against Jason’s equally wet back. Kurt nuzzled Jason’s neck, and Jason turned to offer his lips up. His lover claimed his mouth with a bruising kiss that robbed what little breath Jason had left. He had to pull away or risk
passing out.

  He breathed heavily into Kurt’s neck. “Oh, my God, that was intense.”

  Kurt’s tongue lapped across Jason’s lips. “I can’t wait to do it again. Give me five minutes,” he added with a chuckle.

  Jason chuckled back. “I’m going to need longer than that.”

  He sobered up a moment later when he felt Diego squirm slightly. Turning his attention forward, Jason saw the slave’s head hanging down. His grip on the headboard hadn’t loosened much. It was then, too, that Jason realized he hadn’t done anything to bring the slave along for the ride. Jason slid his hand down from Diego’s hip bone to grope for the boy’s cock. He found it hanging mostly flaccid and frowned as he clasped the flesh. It wasn’t soft from coming.

  “Pull out, Kurt,” he ordered not bothering to look at his lover.

  He winced briefly as the guy did so abruptly, then pulled his own deflated dick from his slave’s ass with more care. Kurt flopped down onto the bed. Jason gently tugged Diego away from the headboard and brought the slave with him as he lay on his side next to Kurt. The boy was very quiet, his eyes open, yet with his gaze cast toward his feet. Jason reached over and cupping Diego’s chin, forced him to turn his face in Jason’s direction.

  “Hey, are you okay? I mean, you didn’t even come.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  Jason rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing to apologize for. I want you to enjoy yourself, too, that’s all.” He pushed aside his misgivings about how Diego hadn’t called him Jason once since Kurt had arrived. It seemed like a step backward in their relationship.

  Kurt snorted. “Jesus, Jason, what difference does it make?”

  Jason whipped his head to glare over his shoulder at his boyfriend. “It matters to me, okay?”

  With his arm flung over his eyes, Kurt said, “Sure, whatever.”

  Turning his attention back to his slave, Jason moved his hand down to the dick lying across Diego’s slender thigh. He clasped it lightly and squeezed softly. “Let me get you off.”

  Diego made an aborted attempt to touch Jason’s hand. “Please, Master, it’s not important.”

  Jason huffed. “It’s ‘Jason’ remember? And, let me be the judge of that.” He squeezed the dick again, and this time slowly jerked his hand along the shaft.

  His efforts were rewarded instantly by the flesh in his hand growing harder by the time Jason’s fingers had reached the head. Smiling at his quick success, he repeated the process, this time, ramping up everything from the pressure to the speed. Soon, Diego’s cock was fully erect, and the slave had started to squirm under Jason’s attention. Jason smiled and propping his head up on his palm, worked the shaft in earnest. He loved seeing this boy enjoying sex in a way that he knew Diego hadn’t under Vince’s control. The restless legs, the clutching fingers and the soft mewing sounds coming out of slightly opened lips, all testified to the amount of that enjoyment.

  Jason picked up the pace, flicking his hand up and down the dick, swiping the head on every other stroke. When he could tell that Diego was about to come, Kurt lunged over Jason and grabbed hold of the root of Diego’s cock. The sudden intrusion derailed Jason’s movement. His hand banged up against Kurt’s fist. Diego let out a whimper.

  Jason twisted to glare up at Kurt. “Hey, what are you doing?”

  “We don’t want him to come too fast, do we?” He winked at Jason. “It’s better for him if you make him wait.”

  Jason frowned, yet considered what his boyfriend was saying. They’d both come in a blinding amount of speed. Maybe it would be more fun for Diego to draw out it. He waited until the slave’s body stilled before beginning his strokes again. Kurt’s fingers loosened their hold and pulled back enough to give Jason’s hand room to maneuver. When Diego started to moan and quiver, Kurt once again took hold of the shaft to stop the orgasm. Diego bit his lip and sighed. He bucked his hips up to no avail. Jason and Kurt kept him in place.

  Eventually, the slave settled down and the process continued. Over and over, Jason and Kurt worked in tandem to bring the slave to the brink of climax before shutting him down again. Each time, Diego became more restless, more desperate to come. The time it took him to get himself back under control got longer and longer, until he openly begged for it to end.

  “Please, Master, please. Let me come.” Diego’s head tossed from side-to-side.

  “Such a pretty slave when he begs,” Kurt crooned.

  Jason had to agree. Watching his boy as he and Kurt edged him had gotten Jason hard again. He’d have to do something about that soon, and he could feel Kurt’s equally hard cock pressed against his hip. First, though, they needed to end the slave’s distress. Elbowing Kurt aside in a silent command, Jason made his fist fly. Diego’s hips lifted off the bed.

  “Come, Diego. Come now!” Jason ordered.

  With a cry and another jerk of his hips that sent him crashing into Jason, Diego climaxed. Ropes of milky cum shot out of the tip of the boy’s cock, coating Jason’s fingers. He worked the dick until the spurts slowed down and finally stopped. Diego slumped boneless against the mattress, his thin chest heaving.

  Kurt grabbed Jason and pressed him onto his back. He then clasped Jason’s wrist and brought the sticky hand up to Jason’s lips. “Lick it all up. I want to see you eat slave spunk.” There was an almost feral gleam to Kurt’s eyes, and his dick was hard as granite.

  Jason had rarely seen his boyfriend so aroused. It turned him on even more. Keeping their gazes locked, he did as told, lapping at each finger with slow licks. He didn’t love the taste of cum, slave or otherwise, yet didn’t hate it, either. What he did like was pleasing his lover, and the look on Kurt’s face told him Jason was doing a great job. When he’d finished, he expected Kurt to bend down and kiss him. Instead, the man flopped down beside him, dragging Diego with him by the hair.

  “Hey!” Jason called out when the slave ended up sprawled over both Jason and Kurt.

  “Suck us both, boy.” Kurt settled into the mattress with one hand behind his head.

  Jason opened his mouth to chastise his lover’s highhanded treatment of Diego. God, their dicks hadn’t even been cleaned yet. But his words morphed into a loan groan as the boy took Jason’s dick into a warm, wet and eager mouth. Diego sucked and laved Jason for a few seconds, making him even harder, before letting him go and moving over to Kurt. Through once more heavy-lidded eyes, Jason watched his slave suck on Kurt’s cock with quick bobs. While he did, he clasped Jason’s shaft tightly and jerked him. Then, he switched, sucking Jason down and using his other hand to jerk Kurt.

  Diego alternated between the two men, sucking, licking and fisting each cock with increasing fervor. Soon, all Jason could do was lie with his eyes shut tight, his lungs puffing, and his hips humping into either Diego’s tight fist or even tighter throat. Kurt fumbled for and found Jason’s hand. They entwined their fingers and rode out the storm Diego brewed in both of them. Kurt came first, his loudly-throated cry causing Jason’s balls to tighten. He would have come right then and there except Diego tightened his grip at the base of Jason’s cock. Damn, payback was a bitch, except his ire at his slave dissolved when the boy shifted his mouth once more to engulf him. He took Jason’s cock all the way down to the root and swallowed hard.

  Jason jack-knifed up, and tugging his hand free from Kurt’s, he grasped Diego’s hair with both hands. He twisted as the intensity of his orgasm drove him wild. The slave stayed with him, never letting Jason’s dick leave the almost brutal grasp of Diego’s throat. When the last of the spasms racked Jason’s body, he slowly returned to himself and let go of his death grip. He forced his eyes open and the first thing he saw was Diego’s face as he sat back and lifted his head.

  The boy’s hair was all tangled and his lips were a puffy red. A drop of cum clung to one corner. Diego lifted a hand and wiped it away. His newly-pierced nipples gleamed alluringly against his brown skin. Jason wanted nothing more than to pull his boy in for a kiss and tweak the smooth, g
old bars. But, beside him Kurt let out a loud yawn.

  “Damn, that was some hot session.” He yawned again. “If I were still nineteen, I’d say let’s wait a few minutes and do it all again. Pathetically, I’m wiped out.” Reaching up, he turned off the lamp by his side and settled back down.

  That left the light beside Jason casting a soft glow on the bed. With his gaze still on Diego, who shyly looked at his own lap, Jason lifted both of his hands. He sent one to fumble with the lamp switch and the other directly to clasp Diego’s arm. Jason pulled the slave to the side opposite Kurt as his fingers managed to kill the second light. He tucked Diego up against him. Unlike the previous night, Jason would sleep in the middle, and he found that thought more pleasing than putting Diego there. With two mind-blowing orgasms under his belt, sudden sleepiness overtook him, and with his hand resting against his slave’s hip, he let it take him under.

  Diego lay quietly at his master’s side as his breathing evened out and his body slowly relaxed. He felt oddly content and satiated notwithstanding the ache and sting in his hole and the discomfort of his pierced nipples. The pain from Mr. Kurt’s middle-of-the-night fucking had subsided from the almost soothing coating of his master’s cum. Being aroused had eased the constant irritation of the piercing, as well, although with his orgasm fading into memory, that bother was returning. It was a small thing compared to other pain he’d experienced, and if it pleased his master, he’d bear it without even an inner complaint. Or, rather if it pleased Mr. Kurt. Diego had been a slave his whole life, so he understood what it took to keep it easier. His master’s boyfriend was a sadistic fucker, that much was clear now. And, Diego knew that if he did anything to cause conflict between the two men, it would be Diego who came out on the losing side of that. His master was a kind man, but had a blind spot when it came to his lover. So, Diego would accept anything Mr. Kurt did as long as it pleased the master, as well.

  Diego knew his very survival in this house might hinge on accepting anything Mr. Kurt would do. If Diego kept his master happy, then he’d keep Diego, plain and simple. Maybe, though, just maybe, the master would one day see Mr. Kurt for the controlling prick he was. If that happened, Diego wanted to be right where he was now. If he angered Mr. Kurt, the man might convince the master to get rid of Diego, and that was a risk Diego wasn’t willing to take. So, he’d suck it up, suck cock, offer up his ass without complaint, whatever it took. Diego knew how to survive a cruel man, but with his emotions toward his master moving to that myth of love, he wasn’t confident anymore that he’d survive without Jason.