Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  Cubi. A supernatural race of…sex vampires.

  The man under Seldon moaned louder and faster as the rhythm of skin slapping against skin sped up. The guy was definitely not being raped by the sound of it.

  “Oh God, more…more, please…fuck, you’re making me come!” The begging ended in a strangled cry. Daniel cracked an eye, seeing Seldon jack the man going rigid on the bed. A spurt of semen shot into the air and into Seldon’s open mouth. Daniel gaped, unable to tear his eyes from the disgusting yet erotic sight. Daniel couldn’t imagine getting another guy’s spunk in his mouth.

  Seldon moved back, dislodging himself from the man’s ass before plunging his mouth down onto the pulsating cock, sucking enthusiastically. Daniel squeezed his eyes shut again, but the height of the moans and screams of rapture from the man getting sucked off made Daniel’s body react further.

  Fuck, was he getting aroused by gay sex now? Judging by the heavy throbbing between his legs, he was.

  The moaning ceased, and the sound of bodies shuffling around on the bed had Daniel open his eyes in time to see Seldon mount the guy who was now on all fours. The moaning built again along with the slapping of skin, and heat pooled to Daniel’s groin.

  “Yeah, good…good…”

  “Still want me to stop fucking you?” Seldon ground out.

  “No, oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop, I want it…need it!”

  This is so fucked up. Daniel reached under the blanket to squeeze himself. The two on the bed would never notice whether he jacked off or not. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something sexier than the two mature men fucking six feet from him. Incorporating the sounds of skin was no problem to transfer into a fantasy of some girl he had gotten to second base with at a party a month back, but the gruff groans and dirty talking between men were harder to dial out. He managed enough for his orgasm to build.

  Seldon’s deep voice roaring out an orgasm put a damper on Daniel’s though, but he kept his eyes closed and focused harder on the girl in the fantasy. The silence helped, and he tried to keep as still as possible as he brought himself to climax, hissing to stay quiet as he came.

  He stayed still, his eyes closed, listening to find out whether Seldon and the man had fallen asleep. He finally opened his eyes and turned his head, gasping as he found Seldon sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a smirk on his face.

  “Guess you’ll fit in fine here.” With that, Seldon crawled under the covers, and Daniel finally understood why his bed was so huge. The man was shackled next to him, but far enough away from him to not be able to reach him. “Goodnight.” Seldon turned out the lights.

  “Goodnight,” Daniel whispered and listened. He then felt the stickiness of the now cold cum on his hand. Yeah, he hadn’t really thought that one through because all he had to wipe it off in was his cover or the sheet.

  Once that was taken care of, Daniel shuffled around, trying to get comfortable and not lie on the shackles. Finally finding a comfortable spot, his body, and brain relaxed enough for his thoughts to wander. The last few days and all that had happened today had time to settle, and the clear feeling that his life was over stood alone and centered. He was a slave, bought and owned by a strong, supernatural guy with green glowing eyes, and he was going to be trained to be sex-food.

  Suddenly he wanted to go to Business College. The memory of his mother’s tired expression broke him, and he cried himself to sleep as silently as possible.

  Moans, a squeaky bed, and skin slapping woke Daniel up to a bright room. He turned, finding himself locked even further to the bed as he had rotated during the night. After untangling himself, he looked at Seldon’s bed where the Incubus was once again fucking the guy from the night before. To the guy’s delight by the sound of it.

  Daniel turned away, trying to ignore them, but that was not easy. And he had to pee. Like, really bad. But he had to hold it until they were done because he doubted he’d be popular if he interrupted. The thought of how to address Seldon was another matter. Calling him master was so degrading. He didn’t want to be a slave who had to be tied to a fucking bed and beg to be allowed to use the toilet. He was better than that. The fact that it was him being better looking than his peers that had landed him in this situation made him scoff. He was here because he was pretty. At least until the pretty wore off.

  Vain bastard. Model boy. Pretty-boy. Fag. He’d heard the ugly kids mutter this in the corridors, but he’d never cared. They were beneath him. But now they were free, and he was a supernatural’s fuck-lunch-to-be because of a fucking photo shoot that was supposed to be the tool that would catapult his life into rich and famous.

  To ignore the pressure in his bladder, Daniel tried to take stock of his situation. Seldon said his time here didn’t have to be bad. He could earn his own room. He could earn the right to use Seldon’s name instead of calling the control-freak master. He’d like to earn all that but what exactly did he have to do to earn those privileges? Would it be worth it?

  The pressure on Daniel’s bladder grew to be unbearable enough to demand all his attention, and he wondered how long it would take Seldon to unlock him. With that thought came where the key might be. Not like he could get past the electrocution things in the hallway anyway if he could manage to get out of the shackles. Unless it was a lie. He didn’t think he was brave enough to try it out, though.

  And what if he managed to get past the things in the hallway? He’d end up in the maze with no idea where to go. Escaping was a futile fantasy. At least at this point. He’d have to wait and learn a lot more before he could even begin to form a plan.

  Seldon’s food reached orgasm, and Daniel turned his head to see whether he could guess where Seldon was at. Closing in, he determined, hoping he’d get it over with. And…there it was. Thank God. Aftermath would be brief on this one, but he waited for him to at least pull his dick out of the guy. Now he just hoped he wasn’t going for round two.

  Seldon pulled out and shuffled them around.

  “Master, please! I really need to pee,” Daniel said, having no problem using that word about the man at that moment. Seldon groaned and got out of bed, releasing first the ankle and then the wrist cuff. No key. Fingerprint things. These guys were techy.

  “Go on.”

  Daniel bolted from the bed and ran for the toilet, groaning in relief when he managed to relieve the pressure. He sighed, wondering what the day would bring. Seldon hadn’t seemed irritated by him interrupting. It wouldn’t be fair if he was since he was the one who had tied him to the bed in the first place. But whether a master thought it his right to be irritated was a different matter. Now he just hoped the big man wasn’t waiting for him to be done to slap him.

  “You done?”

  Daniel jumped. “Oh, shit! You scared me. Yeah, yeah, I’m done.”

  “Good, my turn, and stay in here.”

  “Okay.”

  The slap to his ass caused him to cry out and shy away, covering the stinging buttock.

  “We’re going to work on you knowing how to address me today, boy!”

  “Yes, sorry Master.”

  “Run the shower.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel left Seldon to piss, caressing his stinging buttocks. Okay, so apparently the control-freak dished out as he saw fit. He could try explaining things instead of leaving Daniel to guess the meaning of every fucking slap.

  Daniel passed the open door to the bedroom, seeing the guy still tied up and fighting the restraints. He stopped when he noticed Daniel. He wasn’t going to say anything to Seldon about it, though. As he ran the shower, he remembered Seldon saying something about Daniel getting to see what happens when you attack him with a chair.

  Seldon joined him, pointing him into the shower, and Daniel had no intentions of getting a matching sting on his other ass cheek, so he hurried in. He wondered whether he’d get credit for taking the initiative to wash Seldon because he was pretty sure he’d be asked to do so again. Not that he wanted to t
ouch the man, but he definitely didn’t want to be on his bad side, and he had already fucked up. Maybe it could help smooth over the working on calling him master. He still fucking hated hearing that word leave his mouth, he thought as he poured soap on a loofah.

  Turning to face Seldon, he found the Incubus under the sprays with a curious smile on his face. Other than the freakish eyes he really didn’t look that menacing. Should he just do it or ask first?

  “Go on,” Seldon finally said. Daniel stepped closer and started with the shoulders again. The guy was fucking huge. He wondered how often he worked out. He was washing a dude and thinking about him working out. This was not his plan when he had left his parent’s house a few days ago.

  He was far from at ease doing this, and he was far from okay being some supernatural thing’s slave, but after being held in uncertainty on a train for almost two days with only his imagination conjuring stuff up, this wasn’t as bad as he had feared. It certainly wasn’t in the good end, either, but if him being a sex slave in three years was anything like the guy shackled to the bed right now…it wasn’t the worst of his nightmares coming true. And Seldon had said he could end up servicing women.

  “Think that spot’s clean now,” Seldon said, grinning. Daniel blushed and focused on the rest of the chest. Seldon turned around instead, and Daniel noticed the big man was sporting an erection again as he turned.

  Jeez, this guy is virile.

  It was easier washing a back, but he stayed the hell away from his ass. Fumbling blindly behind him, Seldon managed to get the soap and by the way his arm was moving he was washing the rigid length. Daniel was grateful he had turned around for that.

  “Your turn.” Seldon turned around and guided Daniel under the sprays while lathering up a yellow loofah. Daniel turned his back to the big man, involuntarily clenching his buttocks. “So, did you learn anything watching me feed?”

  “I found out what you meant about the dose.”

  Two seconds passed and then a stinging pain exploded from his right butt cheek.

  “Master! Fuck…Master.”

  “Good. And good you’re learning. This handprint actually suits you.” Seldon ran a hand over the still warm and stingy buttock, and Daniel caught himself from shying away from the touch. That would definitely not be appreciated. “Think you’d learn faster if I bent you over my knees for a good old spanking when you fail?” The images and humiliation of the thought alone made Daniel’s breath catch. If he said yes, was he consenting to it? Did he even have a say? Another crack to the left cheek made Daniel jump against the tiles. “Answer me,” Seldon growled.

  “I’m thinking…no, Master.”

  Seldon chuckled. Hell, yeah, he’d learn from it, but he’d rather be slapped in the face than lie over the Incubus’s legs, ass in the air, and be spanked like some petulant child.

  “Oh, I have other ways. You’ll witness some of them today. Like I said last night, I have about seven thousand percent more ideas than your brain can even conjure up. But what you’ll see today is for more serious transgressions than forgetting how to respect me when addressing me. Do so during a dinner party and you’ll get a better idea of the variety of tools I’m willing to use to make you a grade A house slave.”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel said, thinking what he had in store for the guy in the bedroom. Seven thousand percent?

  Seldon turned Daniel around and continued to wash his front. When he ran the loofah between his legs and cupped him, Daniel didn’t manage not to move back, meeting only a wall.

  This was not fun, this was…touching, which he’d said he wouldn’t. Hadn’t he?

  Seldon lowered his head to whisper in Daniel’s ear while continuing to wash his balls and dick. “What did you do with your cum last night?”

  “The sheets…” Daniel’s breath hitched. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get fucking hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the Incubus to stop. He did, and Daniel let out a long breath of relief.

  “Good. Before tonight, change the bedding on both our beds and put some paper towels by your bed. And make sure you have a bottle of water, too. If you need to piss like you did this morning, tell me.”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel said quietly. Seldon stepped back and guided Daniel under the sprays. He then nodded him out of the shower and got under it himself while Daniel dried off. Once Seldon was done, he found a new toothbrush for Daniel. Little things pointed in the direction that Seldon might actually be a nice guy if it wasn’t for the fact that he kept slapping Daniel for not remembering this insane protocol. How big did a guy’s ego have to be to want to be called master for crying out loud?

  Back in the bedroom, Daniel looked around for the clean bedding but figured he’d just strip his own bed first.

  “Leave it for later. Go make us a cup of coffee. Groceries will be here soon, so you can have breakfast.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel left the bedroom, thinking it odd he’d be left on his own to make coffee when Seldon had made it clear he didn’t trust him. After the incident with the chair, he understood why. He wondered whether there were even knives in the kitchen. Not that he was suicidal enough to try anything like that after seeing with what ease he had carried the at least two hundred pound man last night.

  Seldon came in, dressed in a pair of slacks, with the naked guy in tow before the coffee had run through the machine. Daniel stopped his peeking into cupboards and drawers to familiarize himself with the content of the foreign environment that was the kitchen. He wasn’t exactly a cook. His mom always cooked and now that he thought about all that Seldon required of him, he dreaded having to make food for himself and especially what Seldon would expect him to serve at these dinner parties. Why would a guy, who didn’t eat, have dinner parties?

  “Kitchen knives are in the third drawer,” Seldon said. Daniel turned to stare at him, surprised. Was he a mind reader, too? Did his kind do that? Seldon smiled knowingly. Out the corner of his eye, Daniel saw the guy glance at the drawer with knives.

  “I was just familiarizing myself with the kitchen,” Daniel said, thinking his tone sounded like a lie.

  “Coffee’s done. Only for you and me.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel hadn’t even heard the percolator stop making noises, but he found the two mugs and poured. As he turned to serve the coffee at the dinner table for six in the spacious kitchen, the doorbell rang.

  “Make that three cups.”

  Seldon left before Daniel had the chance to answer. He took the guy with him, which Daniel thought was a nice plan since his attention had still been on the knife drawer. How could the guy want to go for the knives after the sex they’d had last night and this morning? He certainly sounded like he loved every second of it. And they kissed. Passionately. But he didn’t look happy about it now. And here he thought he had figured out how the dosing worked. Like some magical attraction pill…in liquid form.

  Upon returning to the kitchen with the red-eyed guy, who had sold them the day before, Seldon sat by the table and Daniel placed two cups before them. He then returned to where he had left his own cup by the machine. He stayed there thinking whatever they had to talk about was none of his business.

  “Come sit, Daniel,” Seldon said, not looking up.

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel took a seat at the end of the table.

  “Why can’t I have a cup?” the other human asked. Seldon swung out an arm, knocking him off the chair, scaring Daniel enough to spill his coffee and jump from the chair in fear of having the hot liquid run into his naked lap.

  Okay, scratch the part about the guy maybe being nice! He hit him way harder than he smacked my ass.

  “Careful,” Seldon said, and Daniel ran for the paper towels.

  “You got him pretty well-trained already,” the red-eyed guy commented, sending Daniel a glance of appreciation that Daniel didn’t appreciate. And that comment made Daniel once again wonder what kind of person he was. Yesterday, the red-eye had said Daniel was the
one with the least amount of fight in him. Seldon figured him one who chose his battles. Daniel firmly wanted to place himself as the latter.

  “Oh, he’s got potential, Gordon. Didn’t you tell me and Lord Caledon that yourself?”

  “Yeah, I did.” Gordon looked Daniel up and down as Daniel cleaned off the table and tried to ignore the stares. “But you aren’t the one who’s supposed to train the breeder.” Gordon nodded toward the man on the floor. “Why not leave that one for me? How else am I to earn your respect, Sire?”

  Sire? Daniel had forgotten about that title. Sire and Master. Huge ass ego.

  “The reason why I asked you in for coffee, instead of just handing him over at the door, is because he attacked me with a chair last night. Hit me hard enough for the fucking metal to bend out of shape. Splinters from the seat almost hit Daniel.”

  Gordon grew pale and shot a worried glance at Daniel before looking him over again but, this time, more like he was inspecting him. It confused Daniel. Was there a difference in the value of slaves? Why would Gordon worry?

  “And that’s why there’s no coffee for him,” Gordon mumbled. Seldon just nodded and drank from his cup, glancing at the guy who apparently chose to stay seated on the floor, fuming.

  “Yeah. And as you pointed out yourself last night, he’d make a great lesson for him.” Seldon hooked a thumb in Daniel’s direction.

  “You want to do the disciplining and punishment of this?”

  “Yes.” Seldon sat back, looking contemplative. Daniel spent the time getting the thermos he had left on the counter. He topped off his cup and sat back down, wondering about the conversation and the weighing glances from Seldon. The big man finally turned his head to look fully at Daniel, still with the thoughtful expression on his face. “We’ll do it at the stables. You get to see how they live, Daniel. To put your new life here in some perspective.”