Slave For Rent

by Samantha Cayto

  Paul let out a long breath and rubbed his chin in the crook of Danny’s neck. “Jesus, I can’t get enough of you.” When his boy said nothing in return, worry nagged at him. He reluctantly let the spent cock in his hand go and slid his palm up to cup Danny just under one of his pecs.

  “Are you okay, baby?”

  Danny’s head moved in a nod. “Yes.” His voice was a breathless whisper. “I can’t get enough of you, either.”

  Paul let out a bark of laughter, relief splashing over him. He planted kisses along Danny’s neck and when the boy turned his face toward him, he captured his lips in a long, tender kiss. He tried to pour his feelings into the act, then decided that words would work better. Danny deserved as much.

  Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled the slave’s cheek. “You know it’s not just about the sex, right? I mean fucking you is a dream, but I want more from you. I want more for us. You’re not just a fuck toy to me.”

  He pulled back so that he could see Danny’s eyes. The guy stared back at him, eyebrows popped up, his mouth slightly open with swollen lips. “I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  Paul planted a quick kiss on Danny’s nose. God, how he adored this boy, although he still worried that the slave only gave Paul the answers he thought necessary to please a master. He imagined slaves were very good at hiding their true feelings. Danny’s body, however, gave a more reliable answer. He liked the things Paul did to him. And that was a damn good start.

  “What I want you to give me, give us, is a chance. Can you do that?”

  Danny’s lips curved up. “Yes, I can do that. Paul”

  ****

  “That’s a well-fucked look if ever I saw one.”

  Caught in the pleasant memories of how he’d started his day—being ridden by his master—Danny had missed Oliver sauntering up to his side. In the warmth of the early spring morning, Danny hoped his suddenly fiery cheeks would be read as something other than embarrassment. He lurched to one side to bump his shoulder against the other slave’s.

  “Shut up,” he replied, although he couldn’t hold back his grin.

  Oliver bumped him right back. “So, can I assume that you’re happy with your new situation?”

  Danny rolled his eyes and said in a put-upon tone, “Yes, Oliver, you can assume that.”

  He did appreciate that however playfully Oliver treated the subject, he was looking out for Danny. It was also nice to have someone to talk to about things. He couldn’t go to his father, of course, or any other slave for that matter. Oliver existed in a unique position of confidant and protector.

  The walking made his hole throb, not that he minded. It reminded him of Paul and the way in which the freeman mastered Danny’s body. All his life he’d feared and when he allowed the feeling to surface, resented, how others controlled every aspect of his existence. Being with Paul felt different. In a completely primitive and satisfying way, he loved being dominated by the man. Claimed, that was the right word. Everything they did together made him desperate for more. He clenched his hole to intensify the ache and to pretend Paul’s cock was the cause.

  “It’s weird,” he heard himself say to Oliver. “It’s almost like the pain of it makes it even better.” Realizing what he said and to whom he said it, he glanced over at his friend. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like what you went through before Master Ben was okay.”

  Oliver punched him lightly on the shoulder and gave him a wry smile. “No worries. You didn’t offend me or anything. You’re right. When I was being trained, it sucked. I hurt all the time and it took weeks for my body to toughen up. Even then, the pain didn’t go away completely. The thing is when I’m with Ben, it’s different. He’s careful with me, sure, but sometimes we get so into it that we’re pretty rough with each other. I was a little freaked out when I realized that the pain could be a good thing, make the feelings more intense.”

  Danny relaxed at the confession. Sex was so new to him, he couldn’t be sure what was normal and what was not. He only knew that he trusted his master, yet didn’t want to worry the man by asking questions that implied he’d hurt Danny.

  “Does Master Ben fuck you every day?”

  Oliver’s face melted into a picture of wantonness. “Every day and twice on Sunday. Or, twice on Saturday. Monday, Tuesday….”

  Danny laughed and shoved Oliver. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

  Oliver laughed, too, then sobered up. “Seriously, though. It’s not always fucking. We just love touching and making each other happy.” He shrugged. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

  “Me, either. For myself I mean. Master Paul is the best.”

  As they skirted around the back of the warehouse to the woodworking shop, a shadow caught Danny’s attention. He turned and saw Fahey lurking nearby. The freeman caught his gaze, licked his lips obscenely while grabbing his own crotch. Danny’s footsteps fumbled and he quickly looked away.

  “Hey,” Oliver said, reaching out to steady Danny. “Are you okay?” The slave craned his head around. “Is something up with Fahey?”

  Panic spiked Danny’s chest. “No! No, nothing. I’m fine.”

  Oliver pulled him up short and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t bullshit me. What’s going on? Is that guy bothering you? Should I say something to Ben?”

  Now the panic spread throughout his entire body. “No!” he said again and grabbed at Oliver’s arms. “Please, don’t say anything. It’s nothing, I swear. Fahey just likes to tease me.”

  He could tell by the look on Oliver’s face that he didn’t believe him. “Fahey’s never struck me as the goofing around type. He makes my skin crawl frankly.”

  “Mine, too,” Danny confessed. “But he’s just a creep. No big deal. You know how free people act like a slave’s body is something to play with.”

  “That’s not how Ben runs his business. He wouldn’t like it if he knew Fahey pesters you.”

  “Would he fire him if he did?”

  Oliver frowned. “Maybe. Probably give him a warning first. Ben tries to be fair to everyone.”

  “Exactly. If he chews Fahey out and sends him back to work, Fahey might take it out on my dad or some of the other slaves. It’s not worth complaining about.”

  Oliver sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face. “Shit. I guess you’re right. I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” Danny sagged with relief. “If things get worse, though, you need to tell me.”

  “Sure.” Danny was willing to agree to anything to get Oliver off the scent.

  “Promise.”

  “Promise,” Danny said with a nod. He lied, of course, and felt bad about it. His father’s safety came first, however. Besides, slaves couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth, everyone knew that. At least that’s what he’d heard his whole life. He’d just have to work to turn his lie into the truth by avoiding Fahey.

  “Boys! Let’s get to work.” Mr. Fiorello’s friendly bellow sent the boys scrambling into the building, their worries about Fahey left in the dust.

  ****

  The week went by at a snail’s pace, time stretching out to agonizing slowness that threatened to make Danny burst out of his skin. It reminded him of being a little kid again and waiting those last few weeks until Christmas. While the holiday hadn’t been the orgy of gifts and parties that it had been for the Tanner children, the mistress had allowed the slaves their own tree in their rec room. They’d put it up a week before the big day and decorate it with strings of popcorn and homemade clay ornaments. Then packages would start showing up underneath, nothing big, mostly used clothing or toys Ben had outgrown, all carefully wrapped by Danny’s mother using bits of paper leftover from the Tanners’ presents the year before.

  It had still been magical for a young slave boy, filling him with mounting excitement even though he pretty much knew what he’d find on Christmas morning. On Christmas Eve, he’d hang one of his father’s old socks up on the tree because they had no fireplace and he’d f
ind it the next morning propped against the base filled with fruit and nuts and candy. The healthier food, still a treat, got gobbled up within a couple of days. The candy he’d hoard, making it last for months, long enough that he’d already be starting to anticipate the next Christmas by the time he’d eaten it all.

  He felt the same way as he sat eating his lunch Friday afternoon. The day was beautiful, sunny yet not too warm. All of the slaves had taken their food outside to the back lot where they were allowed to spend their downtime. Under the old master, they’d sat on the ground. Now they had picnic tables with sturdy benches. Master Ben’s kindness still left Danny in awe.

  He ate his lunch without really tasting it, the sound of the men’s voices around him mere buzzing in his ears. His mind kept drifting back to thoughts of how Paul would be picking him up within a few hours and he’d get to spend a whole three days with the man. Warmth flushed through his body even though he tried to tamp it down. He worried he’d give himself a hard-on and wouldn’t that be embarrassing in front of the others, especially his father.

  Speaking of which, Big John plopped down at the table directly opposite Danny. That was John’s usual space, somewhere that allowed him to talk to his son and comfortably eat at the same time. All of the other slaves knew this and left the spot open. A chocolate chip cookie landed on Danny’s paper plate.

  “You forgot to get one,” his father said with a wink.

  The gesture reminded Danny waaay too much of Paul. He almost choked on his mouthful. He quickly covered his reaction by taking a swig of his water. “Thanks, Dad.”

  He didn’t tell him that he’d passed on the cookie because Paul had bought him a whole bag of them at the market the previous weekend. Danny still had half of them left and even if Paul had eaten them all during the week, Danny was sure the man would buy him more if he asked. In the short amount of time they’d spent together, Paul had spoiled him rotten.

  Danny concentrated on eating his sandwich and for a while, so did his father. Then clearing his throat, his father said, “I’m being allowed to spend the weekend with your mom.”

  Danny gave him a bright smile. “Oh, yeah, Memorial Weekend. Are the Tanners going to have their annual barbeque?”

  “Yup. The old master is doing well, so.…” His father bit off another hunk of his own sandwich, chewed, swallowed. “Your mother’s going to miss seeing you. It’s been months since you’ve been back to the house.”

  Danny’s food turned to ash in his mouth and he had to take a big swig of his water to get it down his throat. Damn, the excitement over being with Paul had made him forget just about everything. He hated disappointing his mother and would have loved to see her, except the thrilling prospects of time with his new master overrode everything else.

  “I know,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll miss seeing her, too. Does she, um, know about the leasing arrangement with Mr. Graham?”

  His father didn’t look at him. He simply stared at his bottle of water, worrying the label with his thumb. Finally, he sighed and said, “Yeah, I told her last Friday night on the weekly call we’re allowed. She…she’s worried.”

  Danny reached over and gripped his father’s wrist. “I’m fine. You told her that, right?”

  “I tried.” Big John took a long pull of his water, the strong muscles of his throat working the liquid down. When he’d drained it, he crushed the bottle with his fist. He locked gazes with Danny, a sadness showing through. “She’s not dumb, Danny. She knows what Graham wants you for. It bothers her. It bothers me.”

  Still holding the thick wrist, Danny squeezed. “But it doesn’t bother me. Shouldn’t that be enough?”

  His father turned his hand so that he could clasp Danny’s. “I guess, except you’re our son and we knew when we decided to bring you into this world that we were being selfish, that bad things could happen to you and we couldn’t prevent it. We told ourselves that the Tanners were pretty good people, that they’d treat you right and you would end up working here. We never thought you’d land in this kind of situation.”

  For a brief second, it felt as if Danny’s blood froze as the vivid memory of just how nice the old master had been to his loyal slaves’ son. Then he banished the thought to the dark recesses of his mind where it belonged.

  “Nothing bad has happened to me, Dad. Honestly.” He tried to put as much sincerity in his voice as he could. He didn’t want his parents to worry about him.

  Big John tilted his head, then shook it. “Seriously, son? You work all week here only to spend the weekend servicing Graham. You get no break.”

  “It’s not like that!” Even as he protested, he knew in some ways he wasn’t being truthful. He did service Paul, but in the best possible way. To a large extent, the freeman also serviced Danny. He didn’t just take; he gave. Boy, did the man give. Danny’s body stilled ached in a delicious way from their marathon of fucking the previous weekend. He couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

  And, he needed to shut those thoughts down completely given that he sat across from his father, still gripping the guy’s hand. He gently let go and picked up his cookie.

  “I’m not a kid anymore. I can look out for myself, so you don’t have to worry about me.” He popped the treat in his mouth and chomped on it resolutely.

  His father blew out a breath and picked up what was left of his sandwich. “Son, if you were a hundred, I’d still worry about you.”

  Danny gave him a cookie-coated grin. “I know.”

  Chapter Ten

  Danny had to stay the impulse to run and jump into Paul’s arms. He’d been all but bouncing up and down for the last twenty minutes while he and Oliver waited outside the warehouse for Paul to arrive. Not that Danny needed a babysitter or anything. Oliver had offered to join him and Danny appreciated the company. It was a distraction and it helped ensure that Fahey would keep clear. Although a creep, the supervisor wasn’t an idiot. He wouldn’t fuck around in front of Master Ben’s boy.

  Paul waved when he saw the boys, a smile breaking out on his handsome face. Knowing that the man was pleased to see him did funny things to Danny’s insides. The steady ache of his cock, balls and hole ratcheted up in anticipation of their reunion. He couldn’t wait to get back into his master’s bed or shower or wherever the hell the guy decided next to fuck his slave. It all rocked his world.

  “Hey there, kiddo.” Paul ruffled Danny’s hair and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Hi, Oliver.”

  “Hello, sir.” Tucked up against Paul’s body, Danny saw his friend flash a shy grin before ducking his head.

  Paul squeezed Danny’s arm. “Ready to go?”

  Danny looked up. “Yes, sir.” His voice held a breathless quality that made him cringe a bit. He wasn’t sure enough of his place with his master to know if such enthusiasm shown in front of even another slave was acceptable.

  The heated look Paul gave him back reassured him that his feelings were both appreciated and returned. “Let’s go, then.”

  They turned as one, then came up short when Paul’s name was called. Paul looked over his shoulder and swung Danny around. Master Ben jogged over to them, pausing only to sweep his hand over Oliver’s hair much as Paul had done moments ago to Danny.

  “Hey, Paul, I’m glad I caught you. I was wondering if you’d like to come to my father’s house this Sunday for a little Memorial Day celebration. It’s nothing fancy. We just have a few friends over and barbeque chicken and steak.”

  Paul opened his mouth. “Ah, Sunday?”

  “Yeah, you know if you don’t have any other plans. The slaves get their own party and Danny could visit with his mom.”

  “Oh!” Paul hugged Danny more tightly. “That sounds like fun, doesn’t it? I bet you’d like to see your mom.”

  Danny nodded. “Yes, sir, if that’s okay.” Although he meant what he said, the idea of his mother and his new master meeting weirded him out. Of course, Paul would be attending the barbeque as a guest. He wouldn’t be formally i
ntroduced to the housekeeper slave or any other slave for that matter. Maybe he wouldn’t bother to meet her.

  “Of course. I’d like to meet her myself.”

  Danny groaned inwardly. So far he was batting a thousand when it came to not understanding Paul.

  “My sister’s get-together is on Monday, so it works out great,” Paul added.

  Wait, what? Danny wrinkled his nose at the news, although thank God his master hadn’t seen his reaction. Oliver had, though. He raised his eyebrows at Danny. Danny could only blink back at him stupidly. He hadn’t know that he was going to some kind of Graham family party. Of course, Paul probably didn’t intend to bring him.

  Right on cue, his master said, “It’s just going to be my family, but I already warned them I’m bringing someone.” With that pronouncement, he actually kissed the top of Danny’s head.

  Wow, was it possible to bat more than a thousand?

  “Sounds great,” Master Ben said. “See you Sunday.” Wrapping his arm around Oliver’s shoulders, he sauntered back toward the warehouse.

  “Looks like our social calendar just got even fuller,” Paul said as they headed to his truck. “Which reminds me, I need to tell you something about tonight.” His tone of voice told Danny he might not like what was coming.

  “I kind of have plans.”

  Danny’s stomach fell at the news. Paul had a date? Well, no big surprise there. The guy was totally hot and nice, the owner of his own business to boot. Why wouldn’t he have a date on a Friday night? Even slaves knew it was a big night along with Saturday for free people to try each other on for size. Paul might bring the lucky guy back to his place to fuck. Just because he had a slut in his bed didn’t mean he wouldn’t want some strange every now and again.