Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel didn’t like the sound of that, and the cold, bordering threatening tone did nothing to help him past the spanking he had been promised. It certainly did nothing to take Daniel’s mind off the fresh blood in the corner of the other human’s mouth. Went well with the shiner from the blow he got last night for attacking Seldon with a chair. Was it just a head game?

  Seldon drank from his cup and got up, leaving the kitchen. Daniel stayed quiet, focusing on his cup, but he did see an expression of pure disdain on the face of the man still on the floor.

  Well, fuck you, buddy. You did this to yourself, so don’t judge me for not wanting a split lip and a black eye, too.

  Seldon returned with a pair of pants and a t-shirt. “Put this on.”

  Daniel caught the clothes thrown at him, and he felt curious about why he was being given them. He didn’t want them to take it away from him, though, so he got up and answered Seldon with the standard response that definitely wouldn’t get him in trouble, before dressing.

  Seeing how Seldon handled the other man, the word master became easier and easier to use, and Daniel hated himself for breaking that easily, but there was no doubt that the smacks he’d gotten thus far to both face and ass were light petting compared to what the Incubus normally dealt.

  The clothes were too big, and Daniel had to fold up the pants, but it beat running around naked and being stared at lustfully by these sex vampires.

  Seldon finished the last of his coffee, and Daniel did the same. Seldon hauled the breeder to his feet by the hair, steering him rough-handedly toward the hallway where Daniel stopped. Seldon punch in the code that made Daniel’s collar beep and the dots of lights down the hallway go out.

  Daniel followed them out the door and through the maze. Up, down? He had no idea as he entered the elevator, but the explanation of the eye-color-hierarchy did put perspective on levels. He just knew they were close to where he had come from by the red color on the walls once they left the elevator again. He made a mental note of it. With Seldon in front of him and Gordon behind, there was no way of trying to escape as running blindly through the maze of halls seemed idiotic. He needed patience.

  They stopped by a door, and Gordon let them through. This hallway was very different from the others. To both sides were small rooms with a bed and metal latrine and sink just like there had been on the train. The wall to the hallway was made of glass, and there were humans, both men and women, on the other side. All naked. Some looked afraid, some were sleeping, a few were reading, and some just comfortably vegetated on their bed.

  “The first year they stay here. Unless they’re Changelings,” Seldon explained.

  “Why educate this breeder?” Gordon asked.

  “Because this breeder is an Untouchable. Don’t you know the difference by now, Gordon?”

  “No, Sire, just that they can’t be fed upon.”

  “He’ll be living with me for three years and is to be trained as a companion for a higher ranking Cubus. We don’t want a fucking ignoramus, messing things up because he doesn’t know how shit works,” Seldon growled.

  “Sorry, Sire.”

  There was that title again. Sire. Daniel wondered whether it had to do with the eye-color-hierarchy again. He could ask. Seldon probably wouldn’t mind since he said he wanted him educated in the ways of how their shit worked. Only question now was whether he was curious enough to ask since he’d have to address the big guy as master. It took all of ten seconds before Daniel’s curiosity got the better of him.

  “Master, may I ask something?”

  “Try.”

  “The titles you hold. Sire and master. Why do you have two?”

  Seldon stopped and faced Daniel, a small smile spreading.

  “Purple-eyed are lords and ladies, Green-eyed are sires and dames, light blue-eyed are masters and mistresses, dark blue-eyed are grand masters and grand mistresses, and all with red in their eyes are to be titled sir or ma’am. You will learn these and use the appropriate title when addressing one. Do you understand?”

  “No. Because I call you master, yet that’s the title of blue.”

  “It’s a training thing.” Seldon looked away and put a hand on the small of Daniel’s back to steer him further down the glass-walled hallway. “We’ll go into it more, later.”

  They reached a door, and Seldon pushed the breeder in first. Daniel really wished he knew his name because to refer to him as a breeder was dehumanizing. Then again, he hadn’t wanted to know the girl’s name, so why learn this one?

  His thoughts were cut short as the breeder screamed and tried to get past Seldon and Gordon. It wasn’t until then Daniel noticed the room they had entered. It was a fucking dungeon with torture equipment. Shackles hanging from the walls, leather padded benches of various kinds, stainless steel tables, a fucking cross with shackles by a wall, and an array of whips hanging on a wall. Even he wanted to run, but the door closed behind him, and a click told of it being locked, trapping the four of them inside.

  “Sit there, Daniel,” Seldon growled, and Daniel hurried to sit on the floor where he had been pointed to. Daniel watched in horror as the big Incubus shoved the breeder into what looked like an electric chair from a horror movie. Gordon strapped the man down, now howling and screaming.

  “I’m sorry, I was just scared! I don’t fully know how this works! I don’t know what you’re doing to me, so I freaked! Please, don’t do this, I’ll do whatever you want! Don’t…don’t…”

  Oh, shit, what’s he gonna do to him? Daniel held his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. A firm grip closed on his upper arm, and he jumped back, yelping at the pain. Seldon stared down at him with an annoyed expression on his face.

  “Watch this. And hear it. I want you to learn from this. Okay?”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel croaked. Seldon dragged Daniel closer to stand in front of the man fighting the restraints and yelling almost incoherently, but the tears streaming down his face were easy to see. Gordon stood back while Seldon went to a table and apparently picked out some torture tool from a cupboard hanging above the table. He returned with a pair of pliers in his hand, and Daniel’s stomach churned. Man, he was glad he hadn’t eaten yet.

  “It’s actually a good thing your lack of judgment was around me and not a weaker Incubus. Had you harmed one of us, you wouldn’t get it as easy as you are now.” Seldon held out the pliers, opening and closing them for dramatic effects. It certainly had an effect on Daniel. Bile rose in his throat, and he could only imagine how the breeder felt.

  “No, please, I’m sorry! I’m just not…I can’t…”

  “Submit to your new life?” Seldon asked as if he didn’t care.

  “Yes, it’s not easy,” the breeder screamed.

  “Pretty sure no one ever promised you it would be. Tell me honestly that you don’t like it when we dose you.” Seldon raised his brows as if challenging the man. Shame burned in the breeder’s face, and Daniel wondered yet again how it worked exactly. “Either way, you now need to be made an example of. And nails grow back.” With that, Seldon grabbed the guy’s index finger and used the pliers to rip off the nail.

  Daniel covered his mouth, feeling sick. The man screamed and writhed in the chair. “See this?” Seldon grabbed Daniel’s chin to divert his gaze to the severed nail he held up for him to see.

  Daniel shook as he stared at the nail with blood and something gooey attached at the bottom. Daniel retched, stepping back to not puke on Seldon if something came up. The coffee did, and it burned his throat as it spilled out of him.

  “Good reaction.” Seldon turned back to the breeder. “Let’s see if you can learn this by the count of ten which gives us nine more tries.” With that, he opened the pliers and let the nail fall to the ground.

  “What will you never do again while serving a Cubus?”

  “You fucking lunatic!” the breeder spat.

  Seldon pulled off another nail, and Daniel became light-headed.

 
The next hour crawled by as Seldon drilled the man on the rules, sometimes grabbing the open wounds where nails used to be attached to squeeze the bloody stumps.

  Daniel wasn’t sure his brain could store the rules along with the screaming as Seldon tore off all ten fingernails when the breeder failed or cursed out the two Incubi.

  They finally tended to the wounds and wrapped the breeder’s fingers. The man was a slobbering mess, his eyes red and puffy, his face wet with tears and snot, and he even pissed himself at some point.

  Daniel watched as ordered because he did not want to be on the receiving end of the sadistic bastard’s ideas of punishing. And this was the light end of the scale? What the hell end of a scale was getting spanked for missing the word master then? Fuck this shit. He’d definitely learn to call Seldon master because he had no intentions of finding out what the other seven thousand percent more knowledge of torture could be.

  “That it?” Gordon asked unaffected.

  “No, figured we’d help him get accustomed to his new life. O.D. him and give him some time to see whether he can work through that one on his own. Bring the new ones you have trouble with to watch, but not the fighter.”

  Gordon chuckled and nodded. Daniel shivered, wondering what an O.D. would be. Considering it was probably another cruel kind of punishment he wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he was pretty sure Seldon was going to make him learn it anyway.

  Chapter Seven

  Daniel had no color in his cheeks when Seldon had finally finished with the breeder. Other than vomiting, the boy had taken his orders quite well. By the look in his eyes, the plan of teaching him had either worked as hoped, or he had frightened the boy to within an inch of his wits, and they’d be starting over. He’d have to wait and see. But once he had started the punishment he could show no remorse or weakness to tend to the boy’s different training.

  Gordon helped release the breeder after they had tended to the wounds and wrapped the fingers. The worst part about pulling out nails was that the roots sometimes took damage. Seldon thought himself pretty skilled by now, but sometimes, if the pliers were twisted during the rip, the nail would come out wrong or deformed. Either way, it would stand as a testament to the bad behaviors of this breeder. Yet he’d still notify the stable doctors so they could follow the healing process.

  Gordon hauled the breeder to the arena where he shackled him to a pole while Seldon followed, holding a still shaking Daniel by the neck.

  “You gonna see this through?” Gordon asked.

  “No, I’ll help dose him and stay and watch for a while, but you guys can feed to your heart’s content later,” Seldon said. “Get the other new breeders while I call in a friend to join you.”

  “Yes, Sire.” Gordon left them.

  Seldon pointed for Daniel to sit in the bleachers of the arena while he fished out his phone. He sent a message to his Lord to see whether he was interested in a show of punishing an unruly breeder. He also notified the doctors. Before Gordon returned, Lord Caledon arrived with a few friends—one dark blue-eyed and a purple.

  “A lord?” Seldon asked Caledon.

  “Yeah. We were having a meeting so I thought I’d show them why my head trainer is the third best under the Grand House.” Caledon looked proud of Seldon’s position in the eight Lord’s Houses and Seldon smiled at the silent praise.

  “Well, I do know that an O.D. is one of your favorites.” He knew exactly how desperate a breeder could get once dosed as heavily as they were going to. The guy was going to learn to accept his fate one way or another, and this usually sped up the process of relinquishing control to the mating hormone.

  “Which is why we’ll help overdose him. Who knows what else?” Caledon smiled theatrically huge.

  “Sounds like fun,” the other purple-eye said. Seldon remembered his name as Maldon. Maybe. Like Seldon, he looked Mediterranean, but he was almost a head shorter and had a slim, athletic build like Caledon. Not the bulk of Seldon.

  The blue-eyed’s name escaped Seldon, but he had seen him in House seven once. Or so he believed. In a compound where each House held between three and four hundred Cubi, he couldn’t remember them all. But he knew everyone in the third House—his Lord Caledon’s House.

  “How is the…pale beauty?” Caledon’s purple eyes landed on Daniel standing halfway behind Seldon.

  “He witnessed the punishment as he witnessed the transgression. Thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

  “You’re thorough,” Caledon mumbled and studied Daniel who kept his eyes down. He was definitely shocked. “Shall we dose and watch the breeder drive himself insane?” Caledon asked and cackled, stepping forward. “The man with the plan better have the honors. He’s actually very pretty.” Caledon looked over the frightened breeder tied to the pole.

  “And he knows how and when to tighten his ass,” Seldon said. Caledon wiggled his brows. Seldon stepped up and grabbed the breeder’s hair as he shrank away, begging Seldon not to hurt him anymore. Seldon pulled his head back and released a dose into the breeder’s mouth, and this time, the man had the foresight to not spit it out. Seldon repeated this a few times, already seeing the effect of the dose as the breeders dick hardened and he moaned and squirmed in his grip. Seldon stood up, holding the head back for Caledon, Maldon, and the blue-eyed, whose name still escaped Seldon. They all dosed the breeder orally before they retreating to the seats to watch as the man writhed and moaned while jacking himself off.

  Daniel sat silently next to Seldon, staring at the man rubbing his dick with bandaged hands. The first ejaculation happened. Then the panic at not getting any relief set in, and he screamed in frustration and rubbed some more, trying to put a finger inside himself, but that apparently hurt. With ten bandaged fingers, Seldon understood why.

  “We should throw him a dildo,” Maldon said, smirking.

  “Nah, I promised the red-eyed they could feed on him.” Seldon pointed to the entrance to the arena where the red-eyes were already pooling together to watch and wait along with the new batch back-tied to learn from the O.D. “Don’t want his ass too banged up before they start in on him. I’ve fed on him six or seven times since last night.”

  “With doses as strong as ours the red-eyes might not be able to suck them out of him before his body can’t handle anymore,” Maldon said, looking concerned.

  “Then you get to join in,” Seldon said. “Anyone hungry?”

  “Yes,” Maldon and the blue-eye said.

  “You’re evil. I like it.” Caledon sent Seldon a look that went straight to his dick. “But it reminds me it’s time for your dose, soon.” Seldon’s cock hardened painfully at that. Oh great, now he was hungry, too. ”Where are you going to put the Untouchable in the meantime?”

  “In the bedroom.”

  Caledon arched a brow, not looking like he agreed. Then like he remembered something. “Oh, that’s right. You have a cage in a closet, right?”

  “Yup. Can’t get to him while dosed.” Seldon looked a Daniel. He still looked shocked, but their conversation certainly had his attention.

  They watched the frantic man in the arena for a while as he humped his bandaged hands, the floor, and even the pole he was tied to in order to get relief. A pained scream erupted with the third ejaculation and still no relief, and the Cubi laughed at the desperation of it.

  The red-eyes paced the entrance, rubbing their own dicks or the dick of the one closest to them. They were hungry as hell and Seldon remembered his years as a red-eye. Vaguely, as it had been many years, but he’d been willing to fuck a doorknob if it had been able to feed him. He’d been horned out of his fucking mind, and it had been like being dosed for fifty years. Especially in the beginning. The first five years after his Empowerment, he had spent the majority of his days and nights in bed with whoever wanted to climb in there with him. Even when his eyes changed to red, he fucked everything with a heartbeat. And to prove his memory correct, two red-eyes started fucking at the sight of the breeder writh
ing in need of more than a flat ejaculation that only made his cock spurt, but didn’t satiate his needs for an earth quaking orgasm.

  A red-eye ran for the breeder, and Seldon stood immediately.

  “Get the fuck back to the entrance where you’re told to wait or I’ll remove you from the list of those who get to feed from him!” Seldon bellowed and pointed toward the other red-eyes.

  “Sire,” the red-eye whimpered and grasped his hard, leaking cock, but he joined the others. Seldon sat back down, happy he no longer felt so famished all the time. Except when dosed.

  Caledon draped an arm over his shoulder and shook him, making Seldon look at him. Daniel’s stomach growled angrily, making Caledon lean forward to look at the boy.

  “We better turn back. He hasn’t eaten for at least fourteen hours.”

  “I got this. Go take care of your Untouchable. I know how the first weeks can be extra demanding. I’ll keep an eye on the red-eyes.”

  “Thank you, My Lord. Let Gordon feed first. He helped during the punishment, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  “When do you want to dose me?”

  “Tomorrow or the day after. And since you insist on having the Untouchable around, I’m bringing Maldon to help hold you if you get too focused on wanting to mount him.” Caledon hooked a finger at the other purple-eyed who smiled wickedly at Seldon.

  “Oh shit,” Seldon muttered, thinking he’d get more than enough. And now he was sure of the guy’s name. Was he an elevated Lord of a House or just someone eligible? That, he didn’t know.

  “Call me,” Caledon said in a sing-song voice as Seldon stood.

  “Yes, My Lord,” Seldon said, smiling at Caledon’s playful nature. He took Daniel back to the apartment where someone had put three bags of groceries in the kitchen. The cleaning crew had also been there by the looks of it. “Better get that packed away. Don’t move things around too much, I still want to be able to find coffee and tea.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel went to work, and Seldon found his computer to look through his regular breeder’s schedules to find his dinner. Sitting at the dining table in the kitchen he could keep an eye on the boy while he worked. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the thermos and began arranging a dinner party. Caledon was a regular at these now. Had been since his first dinner party at Seldon’s place twenty-seven years ago. That was shortly before Caledon had announced he’d be Seldon’s regular doser—a statement that still made Seldon proud. Especially after so many years. Not many Sires had the House Lord over every month, and Seldon sometimes wondered what had caused Caledon to take such a liking to him that the Lord would even promise himself as a regular doser. Either way, it gave Seldon some freedom. With that came responsibility and he worked hard at staying a favorite of his Lord by honoring his House.