Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “Slaves aren’t permitted to use a lord’s bath,” he continued.

  “I thought you were different!” I hissed back before jumping into the hot, spring water.

  “Did I hear you get in?” He banged on the door as I sat in the warm water and began to wash my body.

  “You told me you were different!” I repeated.

  “You can’t make me feel like this then toss me aside like that!” I continued screaming.

  “What?” He had no idea what I felt.

  “You can’t make me feel this way then tell me it’s just a job, master or not, I know how I feel!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  The master went quiet, he stopped banging on the door and called out again.

  “If you don’t come out of there right now I’m going to have to get the guards.” He said softly.

  “Go ahead!” I yelled back.

  “Do you really think they can take me?!” Most of them were lazy, fat and overpaid.

  The master seemed to have vanished by the time I’d finished my bath. I stepped out and went back into the house to look for him, naked and dripping I began to walk to my bedroom. What had I done? Why was I acting this way and why did my heart throb so hard for the master?

  I hid in the hallway as I heard voices coming from the living quarters.

  “I don’t know what to do with him,” the master was speaking to someone.

  “Well, you show him his place, have him whipped,” it was another lord, I’d heard his voice before.

  “I’m not you, I cannot do that,” the master replied.

  “Have you been… intimate with this one?” The other man asked.

  “Why does that matter?”

  “This young man was a fighter, not a lover, perhaps these new feelings are making the lines between master and slave vanish. He clearly thinks you two have a connection.”

  “So you’re saying that the slave is falling in love with his master?”

  “Perhaps,” the voice replied.

  “Nobody wants a slave that loathes them however…” The voice stopped for a moment.

  “What is it?”

  “If he falls in love with you he might become difficult, he’s a good fighter too so it’s not like you can restrain him easily.”

  “I was going to call the guards but I didn’t want him fighting, he’d only get in more trouble.”

  “Maybe you should handle this matter privately, or perhaps you should sell him on to someone else.”

  I wondered if the master really would sell me.

  “No, I cannot do that,” the master replied.

  “Why not?”

  “Because… the way he looks at me.”

  “Like he cares for you?”

  “Yes… I haven’t been looked at in that way in a long time.”

  “I see the appeal,” the voice replied.

  “He’s never known money or power so he doesn’t crave those things, he simply craves your intimacy, your true self, not like the lords and ladies of this city who all want to climb our social ladder.”

  “Yes…” The master responded.

  “Very well, if you like the slave then you need to tell him but also tell him to know his place outside of this house. It’s one thing to fall for your slave and another for people to find out about it. You could lose your title.”

  “I know that.”

  Was the master falling for me?

  The other man left and I came out from the shadows and stared at the master who smiled.

  “You heard all of that?” He asked and I nodded.

  The Master slowly walked over to me; he smiled as he placed a hand on my shoulder and sniffed my long, brown hair.

  “At least you smell better,” he laughed.

  “I suppose we have some lines to draw.”

  “I’m sorry,” I replied.

  “I’ve never… experienced these feelings before.”

  “Scary?”

  “A little, it’s like a fight but on the inside, I’ve never had to fight on the inside before,” I replied.

  “Neither have I,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

  ***

  I’d been in The Master’s care for months, sleeping on a luxurious bed and eating rich foods every day without seeing much of the city apart from the view I had. Finally the time came that The Master had been waiting for, some sort of slavery event in which all the lords and ladies show off their finest warriors however there wasn’t going to be any fighting involved or so I was told.

  I stood awkwardly as the Master fit me with his finest silken robes. I much preferred the rags of gladiators, they were freeing and I could swiftly move in them. These robes his the ground and covered my legs, restricting movement and there was no room for a blade on my belt because of the pointless jewels.

  “I don’t like it,” I said as I looked at myself in the reflection of the water.

  “You look good,” the master stated.

  “No I don’t,” I replied.

  He laughed and shrugged.

  “I prefer you naked, but you know that,” he said with a grin.

  “Can we do that instead?” I asked.

  “Stay here and have sweaty sex, with no clothes, and no other lords.”

  The master laughed again.

  “I know you’re not fond of them, I’m not either but appearances need to be kept,” he said.

  Suddenly the master reached over to me with an iron object in his hand as he went for my neck.

  “What are you doing!?” I knocked his hand down as he tried to fit the object around my neck.

  “What the hell is that?” It looked like the collar people placed around dog’s necks.

  “It’s your slave collar, it had my name on it to show that I own you,” he tried again but the sight of it made me angry.

  “No!” I shouted as I pushed him back.

  The Master hit the wall with a hard thud, a scowl crossed his face and he lunged at me harshly so that I fell onto the counter and my head slammed into the mirror.

  “You’re wearing it!” He shouted as it locked in place around my throat.

  The Master was much stronger than me to my surprise; he easily overpowered me as he held me down with one hand and placed the collar with the other. I looked up at him with frustration as my struggle did nothing and my eyes began to water.

  “I don’t want to!” My voice began to break as I started to cry.

  “You have to!” The Master appeared to be in a blind rage then suddenly with the blink of an eye he calmed down and released me.

  I lay across the counter with pain thriving through my body, there was soreness on my arms and legs from where he’d held me down.

  “Fuck…” He muttered as he looked towards the ground.

  As silence befell the room and I stopped the tears from flowing down my face I noticed something I never thought I’d see – The Master began to cry himself. It was only for a second and he quickly rubbed away the droplets but The Master appeared to be appalled with himself.

  “Forgive me,” He said as he slowly moved forward towards me.

  “It had to be done, I’m sorry but we can’t have people knowing that I treat you differently,” He said as his hands brushed up against my arms gently.

  “Just wear it today, I promise I’ll never ask anything of you again, just today.”

  I silently nodded and The Master left the room. I didn’t know what had happened but my heart was racing.

  The entire time we made our way to the center of the city my Master was silent. He stood next to me but felt miles away and whenever I asked him a question he grunted or shrugged. I didn’t know what I’d done to cause him to not want to look at me but I found myself missing his attention rapidly.

  When we arrived the first thing I noticed was how many slaves were in chains with people pulling them along like dogs. It was horrible and yet some of them seemed to be enjoying it. Doing tricks for the spectators as if it was some sort
of honour to be there. Was that what the master had wanted from me when he picked me up? I’d never degrade myself like that.

  The Master stepped forward and I followed close by, he looked around at everyone and then faced me.

  “Maybe I should’ve chained you up.” He said as he noticed everyone else had done so.

  I took a moment to look around at everyone again and my face dropped further than I thought possible.

  “I know, you’d break free, you don’t have to tell me again,” my Master said before I could protest.

  It didn’t take long for people to flock around myself and the Lord and start asking questions, some of them came right up to me and pinched my face or ruffled my dark hair. They were talking down to me like I was a dog and forcing their own slaves to start a conversation with me to which I politely nodded when I could understand their overly energetic and enthusiastic voices.

  “I love my lord!” One slave was proclaiming to me.

  “Honestly, he saved me from the pits, I’m eternally grateful!” He seemed so happy.

  “That one is very well behaved,” a lady said to the lord who owned the pet.

  “I’d prefer to be a free citizen,” I said loudly and everyone turned to face me with a gasp.

  “What was that?” one of the ladies asked.

  “I said I’d prefer to be free. You think I enjoy entertaining you?” I could feel my master glaring at me but he wasn’t stopping me from speaking my mind so I continued.

  “How rude of you to say such a thing in front of your master!” One of the lords said as he came up to me.

  “Oh really? How about you wear this fucking collar and see how you like it?” At that moment I broke the collar from my neck and clamped it around his. Everyone fell silent and guards rushed to his aid.

  “Don’t!” My master stepped in front of me.

  “Don’t touch him,” the guards stood idle as he spoke.

  “He has a lot of character,” one of the ladies said.

  “So brutal and… attractive,” another added.

  “I think he was the latest winner in the pits,” I was known?

  The lord ripped the collar from his neck and tossed it aside.

  “Those things are horrible,” he said as he rubbed his neck.

  “Yes, they are,” I glared at him as he shook the incident off and left with a bright red face.

  “Does anyone else want to tell me how I can entertain them?” Everyone looked away from me as I yelled the question out.

  ***

  After the festival had ended the master took me back home. He was silent, probably due to anger from my outburst.

  When we got home I stood in the living quarters as he left for his chamber and slammed the door shut. I waited in the spot we usually made love but when night fell he was nowhere to be seen. That’s when I decided to go into his room, without permission, for the first time ever.

  “Master…” I said as I opened the door.

  He began laughing, swigging alcohol from a jug as he sat in his seat.

  “You don’t even knock now?”

  “Do I have to?” I asked.

  He laughed again.

  “Do you have to?” How much had he drank.

  “All other slaves do it without question, but you, you ask questions and you do it without thinking. You’re different,” he said.

  “I don’t know how I feel about that.”

  “I know I’m not what you wanted…” I sat on the edge of his bed.

  “I can never be one of those… those animals. I have a mind, a have a soul and you taught me what dignity was so I’m going to give myself that everyday.”

  “So I made you a rebel, I bet the other lords would love to hear that.”

  I went to his side and held his hands.

  “No, you freed me, you gave me life master,” I said as I stared into his eyes.

  “You made me a person, you made me matter.”

  The master smiled as he grabbed my chin and leaned in for a kiss.

  “I did?”

  “You did.”

  After a moment of kissing we made our way to the bed, fully clothed we fell beside one another and the master rested my head on his chest. It was the first time we’d just shared a moment together and spoke without turning it sexual.

  “Do you love me?” He asked.

  “I think so, I’m uncertain what love is but I care about you, I care a lot,” I replied.

  “Before you I had a lady, it was when I was younger, she was some royal-something from a faraway land and we were set to be wed but it wasn’t meant to be,” he said.

  “What happened?”

  “I just knew it wasn’t right. You see, four years ago there was this one young man who had just entered the pits and I found myself going to watch him day after day, I watched him grow into a warrior, watched him win every fight without killing anyone.”

  The master had known about me all this time?

  “You watched me?”

  “I did, for four years I watched you become the man you are today.” He said as he stroked my hair.

  “You even paid for a lot of this house,” he continued with a laugh.

  “You never lost and I always bet on you, you made me twice the lord I was.”

  “So I made enough to be a lord myself?” I asked.

  He sat up, stroking his stubble like I’d said something genius.

  “Yes… Yes you did,” he ran over to his table and began writing.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “If I can present a case to the higher court showing that if you had been paid for your victories you could’ve been a lord several times over then perhaps they’d be willing to give you a title, once you have a title you can work your way to a lordship and… we can freely be together. It’s hard though.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “What do I have to do?” I asked.

  “History lessons, literacy lessons, learning how to act in different situations, it’s a long, dull process but if you apply yourself…” He stopped to swig his alcohol.

  “Besides, I doubt anyone would object after your display this evening, they’d be too scared to.”

  “So I won’t be a slave any longer?”

  The master stopped for a moment, like he’d realized something negative about the entire thing.

  “You wouldn’t… nor would you be obligated to me, you could leave, get your own house…”

  “Master…” I muttered.

  “You wouldn’t have to call me that either.”

  “But you like it when I call you master,” I smirked as I kissed him and felt his shaft harden. “

  “You like it when I moan for my master to pound me, don’t you Master?” I rubbed his crotch.

  The master smiled and nodded.

  “I do,” he said.

  “I’ll always call you master, I’m not leaving you… not ever,” I said.

  And so we drafted a petition to get me freed. I didn’t know what was going to happen next but slave or no slave I knew that what I and the master had went beyond simple ownership. What I felt for him couldn’t be bought. I was his and he was mine. That’s all that mattered.

  --THE END--

  Straight Best Friend

  After Max gets a boyfriend his straight-best-friend Josh isn’t too happy with his choice. The two go head to head on a field in front of the entire college until finally Max gives up. He wonders why Josh has always found it hard to accept his partners, he was completely fine with him being gay but the moment he got a boyfriend Josh would always look for something wrong with them. Max needed answers; he runs to Josh’s dorm in the middle of the night and bursts into his room. He demands they settle everything and that’s when Josh gives him a night he’d never forget.

  ****

  “Okay so I’ve had a few girlfriends in my life, so what? At least I was always honest with them! Logan is playing you and you’re too stupid to realize it,” those w
ords crushed me.

  I had been secretly dating Logan, notorious jock and ladies’ man, a guy that all wanted in their fraternity but he was too wild to be tied down and affiliated with one place. I knew how dangerous it was as I slid down the path into falling-for-him but I couldn’t help myself and now my best friend Josh was giving it to me straight.

  For some reason my straight-best-friend didn’t like my new partner, he didn’t like it at all and he made sure I knew that.

  Everyone in the basketball court was beginning to watch us, I felt so nervous, I felt like I wanted to punch Josh and I think everyone around us noticed that too. My hands were shaking wildly as I tightened my fists and took a deep breath to yell at him but then I heard someone call out to me.

  “What’s going on Max?” Logan rushed towards me and stood by my side; he glared coldly at Josh and folded his arms.

  “Is there a problem here?” He asked.

  Josh grunted and muttered something under his breath; Logan turned to me and looked into my hazel eyes with his sapphire ones.

  “What’s going on?” Logan asked.

  “Can you just leave us for a minute, please?” I asked as I stared up at him, he was so much taller than myself, I only stood at five-foot-eight but he was six-foot-two.

  “I don’t want to leave you with this guy when it looks like you’re about to go at it.”

  “Please Logan; this is between us I don’t need you to get involved.”

  “Yeah Logan, go back to your daddy’s house and get him polish that silver spoon hanging from your mouth,” well that did it, Josh just made it personal.

  Logan looked at me and then to Josh, he knew the whole basketball team was watching but he also knew that I cared for Josh despite what was happening.

  “Please go Logan, please,” I was close to tears.

  Logan nodded and left us to it, the entire team surrounding us went away after the following ten minutes of screaming.

  “Just tell me why him?!” He was roaring like an animal.

  I remained silent; sighing as I carelessly looked at my watch. I was done with our entire conversation.

  Suddenly Josh grabbed me, squeezing my arms tight enough so that I could feel bruises forming. I squealed out in agony as he began to shake me. Logan appeared out of nowhere and hit Josh sending him back a few feet.