Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “A braver man?” Seldon sounded dumbfounded. Daniel didn’t look up. He just waited, shivering, thinking maybe he should have tried. What was Seldon going to do? Seldon’s bare feet turned away from him, and he saw the Incubus pick up the knife and chuck it in the first drawer. Daniel stayed where he was, sobbing, and hoping Seldon would just get it over with.

  A deep sigh sounded, followed by a chair creaking. A minute passed and nothing, so Daniel glanced at the Incubus, and he didn’t look angry as much as he did annoyed or…sad. Seldon looked up, and Daniel looked away, thinking he had already drawn more than enough attention to himself.

  Seldon stood. “Come on, Daniel, get up from the floor.”

  Daniel got up, once again hiding his hands behind his back.

  “Come here.”

  It took everything he had to obey the Incubus.

  “I’m not going to rip off your fingernails for this.” Seldon raised his hands, and Daniel flinched, but Seldon just placed them on Daniel’s shoulders.

  Daniel became aware of the pain in his arms where Seldon had grabbed him, and he tried to stand still. That was definitely an annoyed expression—he could see his jaw muscles clench and unclench even when not looking directly at the big man.

  Seldon turned to leave. “Come with me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Seldon stopped and sighed heavily, and Daniel’s heartbeat sped up. Daniel had said what he was told to, why would that irritate Seldon now? Was he irritated with having to train him? Was he so useless that he’d pissed off his owner in one day? Daniel wanted to tell him to fuck off, but the pain he’d witnessed that morning…every scream had torn something apart in him.

  Seldon started walking again, and Daniel followed him upstairs to the pool table where Seldon picked out a cue from the cue rack, checking the tip. Daniel’s heart stopped. Was he gonna get a beating with a fucking cue? Seldon turned, stopping short. Then he groaned and let go of the cue, letting it fall to the floor.

  “I’m not going to beat you with it. I figured we’d play a while. Got a few hours before bedtime. Unless you have an idea for something else to do?”

  Daniel shook his head before swallowing hard. “No, Master.”

  “Do you want to play a game of pool?”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel said, nodding and hoping it could placate the man.

  “Rack the balls then.” Seldon picked up the cue and chalked the tip while Daniel racked the balls. He hadn’t really played it much. He’d seen the balls racked on TV and remembered they had to be in rows of stripes and solids. Seldon snorted. “We’ll go with that,” he said, handing Daniel a cue. “Would you like to break?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Okay.” Seldon did, and a ball went in while the rest scattered all over the table. “I got stripes. How many times have you played this?”

  “Once or twice, Master.” Daniel watched as Seldon pocketed the next three balls before missing a side pocket.

  “Well, you could get good at it because I love playing this game. And I like that I now have someone to play against.”

  Daniel scouted a ball that he figured he might get in a corner pocket. He leaned over the table and placed his hand.

  “Try it like this. Your hand.” Seldon showed him from the other side of the table how to support the cue. Daniel did and found he had a better feel for it. Was he supposed to answer? He tried to focus on both the ball and Seldon to see whether this was the time he missed using the word that would result in being bent over Seldon’s knee. Hell, maybe even the table as it was the right height. He missed the corner pocket by several inches and stepped back.

  Seldon eyed him from where he leaned against the table on the other side. He looked like he wanted to say something, but finally let it go. Okay, so he apparently he had missed calling him master, but Seldon didn’t want his game interrupted. Daniel had no idea when he messed up anymore.

  “Maybe I should play lefty to give you a chance. I get to practice that, then. It’s a good thing to be able to do.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Seldon’s jaw muscles worked as he switched hands and pocketed a ball. The next one missed, and Seldon grinned. “Yup, practice needed.”

  Daniel made sure to find a ball that would allow him to shoot across from where Seldon stood.

  “That’s a difficult shot if you’re going for number four.” Seldon worried his bottom lip, looking from the table to Daniel. “Three is easy and open if you shoot from over here.” Seldon moved around the table, and Daniel did the same to once again be on the opposite side from him. And yeah, three was open. He tried it, and it went in. Daniel hid a smile.

  “Good shot,” Seldon said, and Daniel scouted the next ball. Once again, Seldon moved around the table, and Daniel did, too. Once Seldon stopped, Daniel saw the possible shot, but he couldn’t reach.

  Seldon moved again and so did Daniel, but Seldon went to the wall and left his own cue, coming back with an odd-looking one. He beckoned Daniel closer. Daniel hesitated a second but remembered being smacked for not going into the shower when told to. And he really wanted to keep Seldon in the mood of playing pool and not on punishing him for thinking he was about to try to cut his wrists with a steak knife.

  “It’s not impossible even though you can’t reach it.” Seldon moved close behind Daniel—so close he felt the full front of him pressed against his back. “You put your cue in like this, and you’ve extended your reach. Aiming is a bit tricky, though. Lean in like this.” Seldon pressed forward, and Daniel found himself pinned between the table and Seldon—a hard-on pressed against his ass. “Don’t mind the boner, I’m just hungry. Try to aim.”

  “Yes, Master,” Daniel whispered, trying to focus on the task at hand.

  “Look down the cue to the white ball and move this one if it doesn’t align.” Seldon stepped back just enough for his dick to not dig into Daniel’s ass anymore, and he managed the shot. He missed, but he managed. “Good try.” Seldon returned the thing and picked up his own cue.

  “Hello,” someone hollered from downstairs.

  “Poolroom,” Seldon shouted.

  Daniel backed around the pool table as Seldon moved. A young man came in, smiling. And, of course, he was beautiful and naked.

  “Alex, this is Daniel, Daniel, Alex,” Seldon introduced.

  “Yeah, hi. I heard about you getting an Untouchable,” Alex said, waving.

  “What? They wire that shit to you?”

  Alex snorted. “No, just heard he wasn’t too fond of the morning’s lesson in not hitting people with chairs.”

  “You talked to Jeff?”

  “No, I was by the stables this afternoon.”

  Seldon harrumphed, took a shot, and missed due to pure force. The ball jumped on the table.

  “Sorry,” Alex said, glancing at Daniel.

  “Your turn, Daniel.” Seldon looked pissed again, and Daniel tried to find a ball from his side of the table. Once again Seldon walked around the table, and Daniel felt it safe to move to find a ball. He pocketed another but missed the next. Seldon finished the round after that, missing no more shots.

  “Since when are you a leftie?” Alex asked.

  “Since Daniel is a newbie. Thought I’d give him a chance. Daniel, would you find us a beverage and rack another set. I’ll feed in the meantime.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel put his cue in the wall rack, seeing Seldon throw a blanket over the end of the pool table and moving in on Alex to give him a deep and demanding kiss. The naked young man groaned loudly before Daniel was halfway to the bar, and by the time he was behind it, Alex was bent over the table, and Seldon had two fingers buried in his ass.

  He could actually see the difference between dosed and undosed now. Jeff had been very different than the breeder that morning and Alex. Their arousal seemed almost peaking by the snap of fingers while Jeff worked both himself and Seldon up.

  Daniel focused on finding soda, staying behind the bar while Seldon
fed. He guessed this was the equivalent of shoving the food down one’s throat because the fuck on the pool table was hard, fast, and raw. Alex sounded like he loved it, though, which still baffled Daniel. What also baffled him was that Seldon seemed so irritated, but didn’t punish him or correct whatever he had done wrong. Didn’t help him calm down, and he kept fearing that it was just building to a point where the Incubus lost his patience with him because Daniel couldn’t figure it out on his own. Why couldn’t the guy just talk to him? Explain things instead of hitting him?

  The coupling on the pool table became louder and sounded like it was going to end soon, so Daniel brought the three cans to a nearby high table. He then racked the balls for a new set, ignoring the fucking on the other end. It was difficult because the sound of so much arousal still had his hormones going wild. His dick didn’t care who was fucking—those sounds were hot.

  Seldon hit his climax while Alex was begging for release. Seldon flipped him over onto his back and swallowed his cock. Alex thrashed around on the table, grabbing at his hair, and thrusting into Seldon’s mouth.

  “Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” Alex shouted before a full-body shiver took over and a strangled cry revealed that he reached his climax. Daniel stared mesmerized as Seldon held the young body close by one arm so the cock wouldn’t slip from his mouth as Alex convulsed.

  Okay, he was definitely getting excited by gay sex. First time watching, it had been a surprise, but what really got to him was the rawness of all that muscle and unfiltered need and lust. His cock had grown painfully hard, and the loose sweatpants hid nothing while going commando.

  Seldon pulled back, licking his lips.

  “Hot damn,” Alex gasped, sprawling on the table and just staring at the ceiling while catching his breath.

  “You better go clean up. And tighten that ass so you don’t drip all over the floor.”

  “Paper towels would be greatly appreciated,” Alex said, panting. Seldon handed him a few napkins before lifting him off the table. Alex ran off with the napkins at the ready at his ass, and Seldon folded up the blanket.

  “I can smell your arousal, you know. Sweet, sweet scent. Feel free to jack off. Preferably here.”

  Well, that prospect killed it.

  “Okay, don’t. But I’m not leaving you alone to…get braver.” Seldon sent him a pointed stare.

  “I wasn’t going to do it—”

  “I already asked you not to lie to me!”

  “I’m not, I swear,” Daniel said, making sure the table was between them again. Seldon leaned his hands on the pool table and watched him between the green lamps.

  “Okay. I’m still worried because you certainly thought something in those lines, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What were you thinking about, exactly?”

  “If life could get so bad…Master.” Daniel barely recognized his own voice.

  “I already told you it doesn’t have to be with me. What you saw today is not the norm for slaves unless you do something as stupid as he did. We’re starting over you and I. Clean slate. We’re not going to talk about it today, though. You look exhausted, and I want your full attention when we talk about this.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “A few more games, then we can go to bed.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Wow, he’s really polite, considering you got him yesterday.”

  Daniel turned to find Alex standing behind him.

  “Find a beverage,” Seldon said, pointing to the high table. “Would you like to break this time, Daniel?”

  “Yes, Master.” He figured he’d try. Now he just hoped Seldon would put on some pants before playing. By the looks of it, no such luck.

  Chapter Ten

  Sleep was rarely this uncooperative. Seldon awoke several times to check on Daniel. The boy was more afraid than he had thought at first. Expecting to get beaten by a pool cue? Apparently the questions Jeff had recapped the gist of were just the tip of the iceberg of what had gone on in the boy’s head. And that fucking knife? Had the boy considered it? Or was he honest when he said he hadn’t really contemplated killing himself with a steak knife?

  Space. The boy needed space and no big arm movements around him. Other than playing pool, which he sucked at, what could they do? Watching a movie had resulted in him staring right past the screen for the entire time which was quite the feat as it was a big-ass screen that took up most of the wall. Seldon just hadn’t wanted to stop the movie because it provided the much-needed breather for the boy after the epic clusterfuck situation Seldon had landed them in by bringing him to the stables to watch.

  Enough to haunt the boy in his dreams it seemed because Seldon had awoken twice now to the boy moaning and whimpering in his sleep with no scent of arousal coming from him. Instead, there was the underlying stench of fear that had tickled his nose all day.

  Had Seldon become so cold training the breeders that he completely missed all the signals? Nah, he thought it was more in the line of never having someone so young to be trained in his house. It put the boy’s needs that much more in his face, and he had to do something to fix it, and fast. Preferably before the boy grew enough balls to try something other than a fucking steak knife.

  Okay, maybe he had grown a bit cold or distant to humans being locked away over the past few hundred years here. But the boy’s fear could easily be telling more about the cushioned life he’d led if he’d never seen or known of misery the likes of the breeder that morning. It could tell of the boy’s personality. Other boys his age were ready to take on armies on foreign battlefields. He wondered whether any of them would have worked themselves into this level of fear even when being left alone.

  Plus Seldon wasn’t a sadist. Well, if the need for such was brought about by dosing a breeder, then sure, but he didn’t choose breeders as regular feeders if they needed it. He had breeders for different moods. Alex was for fast and hard quickies. That was his thing. Which reminded him. Midnight snack.

  Alex lay on his stomach—one arm under his head and facing Seldon. He was a pretty little thing, an inch or so shorter than Daniel with jet-black hair and blue eyes. Not a normal combo to Seldon’s knowledge but humans did move around more now than in his time. That’s when the Cubi began moving around more, too.

  Would he ever get to visit Greece again? Stroll the streets of London or Copenhagen or any of the old cities of Europe. What ancestor had given this young man the southern European thick, black hair and which one brought the blue eyes to the gene pool? One thing was certain—Alex had been smiled upon by the gods when they gave him that plump ass.

  Seldon smiled and gently moved to lie on his stomach between the long legs. He grabbed a plump cheek in each hand, spread them, and dove in to lick. Half a minute passed before he heard a groan.

  “Please dose me before you do things like that,” Alex mumbled sleepily.

  “Shut up.”

  Alex snickered and bucked his ass into Seldon’s face, so Seldon dove in with gusto. Alex squirmed under him but didn’t try to move away. Soon he was wet enough for fingers, and once Seldon had opened him to have his fingers side by side in his ass, he pushed his tongue into Alex’s ass and released a dose. A few seconds passed, and Alex groaned loudly and pushed back to meet the fingers. Seldon spat more and shoved a third finger in, making Alex buck harder.

  “Yeah, that’s it, oh god, fill my ass. You know how I like it. I want it hard…fast and hard.” Alex tried to get up on hands and knees, but Seldon grabbed his ankle and pulled his leg straight again before straddling his thighs and positioning himself to enter. “Oh shit, careful!” Alex said as Seldon slid all the way in to grind his hips against his ass. A strangled cry escaped Alex, and he fisted the sheets, breathing hard.

  “Yeah?” Seldon whispered, tonguing Alex’s earlobe.

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  Seldon set a slow but deep pace, driving the breeder crazy. Looking down between their bodies, he
saw his thick cock slide in and out between the mounds of that beautiful ass and his hunger built. He loved the sight and thrust a bit harder, making Alex groan louder.

  Alex clenched his ass hard around Seldon, knowing exactly how to goad him into giving that hard fuck.

  “How many times have I told you I love fucking your ass?” Seldon asked.

  “Every time you fuck it, big guy,” Alex grunted with a smug grin on his face. “How many times have I screamed I love your fat cock in my ass?”

  “Enough to lose count.”

  “Make me do it again. Come on, I dare you.”

  Seldon growled and plowed in harder, coaxing a loud cry from Alex. Daniel bolted upright in his bed, looking around in shock. Seldon just eyed the boy and kept up the brutal pace. His hunger peaked as Alex’s mouth spilled a stream of dirty incitements. He loved that dirty mouth on him, and it never took long to achieve orgasm when Alex started in on the juicy stuff.

  “Oh, yeah, fill it up, fill that hole up. Fuck me so I can’t walk straight.”

  Seldon’s orgasm rolled over him, but the breeder was far from done feeding him, and he continued to pump him hard.

  “Oh yeah, fill it up! Fill me again!”

  By the sound of it, Alex was closing in on his orgasm, but Seldon had every intention of making sure he couldn’t walk straight as he had asked, so he dosed him again.

  “Oh fuck! You sadistic son of a bitch! I’m gonna work your cock raw with my ass for that!” Alex pushed back against each thrust, groaning and screaming as his first orgasm claimed him, but the dose kept him needing more. It was a cruel time to dose him, but with this breeder, it would satiate Seldon until late noon. Alex might be moping about a sore ass, but he asked for it. Scratch that, he had screamed for it and dared him.

  “Not being able to walk tomorrow will be the least of your problems. I’ll make you scream for my cock so long you won’t have any voice left.” Seldon grinned as he continued to shove his cock into Alex, sweat pouring off them both.

  “Gonna have to do better than that then, big guy!” Alex grunted hoarsely and shoved back to meet him.