Bathhouse Slave

"Bathhouse Slave"
Part 3
by Beryll & Mayetra

Colin watched as Ryan gathered up the dishes and headed into the kitchen. His master really needed to be trained on how to act with a slave around. With a sigh, Colin stood and said, "I should do that, master." Not waiting for an argument, he took the dishes way from the younger man.

Ryan handed them over willing with a slight blush on his checks. "Oh, yes. Sorry." With a soft laugh, he added, "I shouldn't be apologizing either, should I?"

Colin smiled slightly as he loaded the washer, "No you shouldn't."

"I'll work on it."

Colin sincerely hoped that he wouldn't, at least when they were alone. Ryan seemed more comfortable now and it was easy for Colin to imagine that they were lovers living together instead of master and slave. That thought send a pang of regret through the older man, much to his surprise.

Deciding that he better get his mind on something other that the handsome man lounged against the kitchen counter, he asked, "I'll need to know where the linens are, if I'm allowed to have some for the couch."

"Actually, I have no idea if there are any," Ryan said somewhat apologetically. "It seems my parents overlooked things in their careful planning." He seemed very pleased by that thought.

Colin resisted the urge to chuckle at the look of sheer bliss written on the younger man's face. Most "silver spooners" would have been appalled by the idea that something was lacking in the organized comfort provided for them. "I'll look around and see what I can find. With your permissions," he added belatedly.

"Sure, go ahead."

Colin looked in the hallway linen closet to find that it was indeed empty. He returned to the living room. "I'm afraid the cupboards are bare, so to speak.

With a soft sigh, the dark haired slave eyed the couch. Maybe it's not as uncomfortable as it looks, he thought hopefully. Sitting on the couch, he realized that it indeed was as hard and stiff as it looked.

"Is it as uncomfortable as it looks?" Ryan asked with a dubious expression on his face.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Colin replied with forced cheerfulness. He attempted to stretch out and get comfortable. He was not having much success. He really had to force the cheerfulness into his voice this time as he added, "It's not bad. I've slept on worse."

Ryan seemed to come to some internal decision. "You… You could share my bed," he offered softly. "If that's okay with you. At least till we can get you a bed of your own."

Colin blinked, not sure he had heard the younger man correctly. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make you feel awkward."

Ryan crossed his arms and tried to send Colin a look that was both cocky and confident. "Why would you make me feel awkward? I mean… after all I bought a pleasure slave."

Colin again held back a small grin. His master's cocky look definitely needed some work. He quickly got of the couch and gave Ryan an apologetic smile. "Of course you wouldn't, I was simply being silly. Thank you."

Ryan nodded curtly, "So now that's settled." He turned and walked to the bedroom leaving Colin to follow in his waked. Once in the bedroom, though, the younger man seemed unsure of how to proceed.

Colin sighed again. "Which side of the bed do you want, Master?"

"Huh?" Ryan asked, shaking his head a bit to clear his thoughts. Looking at the bed, he added, "I think I don't care." Then he sat down and began to take off his shoes.

Colin took this as his cue and moved to the opposite side of the bed. He stretched out fully clothed and tucked his hands beneath his head. Despite Ryan's attempt at confidence, Colin wanted to appear as non-threatening as possible.

Colin watched through barely open eyes as Ryan stripped completely out of his clothing, providing him with a rather nice eyeful. The show was quickly over as the younger man slipped under the blanket, reached over, and turned out the light. The older man relaxed and let himself slip off to sleep.

Ryan never slept really deeply. A small part of him always stayed awake and alert. For what, he had no idea. His mother had sent him to a handful of specialists to deal with his 'sleep problem' but none of them had shared her opinion that something was wrong with him. Ryan didn't mind either.

But this night, with another person in bed with him, he kept waking up fully again and again. That Colin kept tossing and turning and making small sleepy sounds didn't help in getting back to sleep either.

Ryan was lying on his back wide awake again, staring at the ceiling in the low light and wondering how Colin could sleep constantly moving around, when his slave suddenly turned over violently yet again to then snuggle up to Ryan, one leg thrown over Ryan's, one arm thrown over his chest, his face nuzzling against Ryan's shoulder.

Remaining still as a deer caught in a headlight, Ryan waited for Colin to wake up or move away again. Instead, his slave crept even closer, obviously quite asleep and unwilling to let go.

Carefully extracting one of his legs, Ryan turned slightly so he could look at his sleeping possession. Colin grumbled briefly but then settled again. Looking at him, Ryan could hardly believe that this man truly belonged to him to do with as he pleased. He looked sweet in his sleep; his mischievous eyes closed, his face relaxed, making him seem younger then when he was awake and scowling slightly almost all the time.

Ryan slowly raised his hand to touch Colin's hair, just to convince himself that his slave was real. The hair felt soft beneath his fingertips. As Colin didn't react, he ran his fingers along the other man's jaw. Apart from a small twitch, Colin still didn't react so Ryan continued to touch him, his fingers trailing down over his slave's shoulder and arm.

Now Colin sighed softly and Ryan could have sworn it was his name he heard the other mutter in sleep. The thought that he had somehow found a way into Colin' dreams was surprisingly pleasing.

Emboldened Ryan's hand sneaked under the blanket to then slowly inch under Colin's shirt, touching the soft skin of his stomach. In reaction, Colin pressed even closer, his arm over Ryan tightening slightly. Ryan stayed motionless to wait if his slave would wake up. When Colin's breathing evened out as he sank back into sleep, Ryan continued caressing him.

Colin was having a very erotic dream involving him and Ryan. The younger man had overcome his shyness and was actively trying to seduce him. Still, Ryan was teasing him with light caresses and Colin wanted him to become a bit bolder. His unspoken command became reality as he felt a hand press against his chest again, then a light kiss to his lips. The older man was thrilled and kissed back.

The kiss deepened as Ryan's passion ignited. Colin suddenly realized that he was not dreaming or rather his dream was really reality. He didn't want to spook Ryan and cause him to stop, so he continued to feign sleep. Fingers raked down his chest and stomach and it was clear to Colin that the younger man was beyond caring whether he woke or not. The kiss intensified and Colin could not suppress a moan. He reached up, buried his hand into his master’s hair, and returned the kiss greedily.

Sure that Colin was NOT asleep anymore and definitely not minding, Ryan kissed his slave hungrily. This was what he had wanted when he had gone to that thrice cursed bathhouse. Someone real and solid to touch, kiss, and just... have.

Colin squirmed next to him, moaning into their kiss, his skin feeling hot under Ryan's hand. Ryan quickly decided not to waste any more time and not to give Colin another chance to say something stupid. His hand found its way into his slave's pants, searching for and then closing around Colin's cock, which was definitely not as asleep as its owner had been.

Ryan started stroking him and Colin arched into his touch, his hands coming up to caress Ryan. They kissed again, even more hungrily this time, biting at each other lips. Ryan growled happily as he felt one of Colin's hands reach down to his own cock to start stroking him as well, returning the favor. For a while, they lay like that, stroking and caressing each other, kissing some more.

Ryan still felt awe at the fact how easy this was. Sure, he knew that Colin was a pleasure slave and probably just did what he had been trained for. But still, this felt real somehow, like Colin really meant it, like he was enjoying it as well.

His passion was mounting quickly with his slave's hand on his cock moving in time with his own hand. Realizing that he would have to do something if he didn't want to come like this, he released Colin's cock to instead push at the slave's pants insistently. He wanted more.

Colin wasn't about to deny Ryan anything at his point. He lifted his hips so the younger man could peel his pants off, while removing his shirt at the same time. He wanted to feel their naked skin rubbing together. He watched through a passionate haze as Ryan sat back for a moment to look him over. From the look on his face, Colin was pretty sure the younger man was enjoying the view.

He reached up to lightly stroke Ryan's chest, stomach and upper thighs teasingly. He wanted to be touched not stared at. Ryan seemed to take the hint because a rather wolfish smile spread upon his lips. Colin sent him a smoldering look, clearly letting the young man know he was ready and willing.

Heavens! If Ryan hadn't been sure if Colin was enjoying himself the look he was giving him now definitely cleared up that question. He looked simply hot.

He moved quickly, straddling the other man, then leaning down to kiss him again, pushing both of Colin's hands up over his head and down onto the bed, lacing their finger. To have control was nearly as exciting as knowing that his slave wanted him just as much as he wanted Colin. And to feel Colin shift beneath him pressing his hard cock against him made Ryan shiver with hunger.

Ryan worked his way down Colin's neck, alternately placing kisses and small bites but carefully staying away from the slave collar. He would really have to check the manual at some point to see what would set the thing off and what wouldn't. Right now, he wasn't taking any chances.

Colin groaned beneath him, squeezing his fingers, moaning Ryan's name, shifting restlessly.

Grinning happily Ryan stretched out on top of his slave so their cocks were rubbing against each other, groaning himself now at that feeling.

He felt Colin try to free his hands from Ryan's grasp but firmly held them down, arching his back and rolling his shoulders, thoroughly enjoying the sensations coursing through his body. Then he smiled down at Colin.

In response he slave lifted his head to lick one of Ryan's nipples, making Ryan arch his back more and again grind their hips together, rubbing their cocks. Then he leaned down to reclaim Colin's mouth, his tongue pushing into the other man's mouth.

Colin desperately wanted to touch Ryan. He tried to disentangle his fingers with little success. The younger man nipped at his lips and then grinned down at him.

"You wanted something…?" the lithe blond whispered in a taunting voice.

Colin growled forgetting for a moment that he was playing the submissive role in this encounter. "To touch you."

His words must have struck a cord with Ryan because he moaned deliciously and ground his hips against Colin. The older man hissed in ecstasy as pleasure from the contact coursed down to his toes. Ryan let go of one of his hands and reached down to encircle his cock. Colin sighed with pleasure and began to run the fingers of his now free hand down Ryan's firm chest.

"Much better," Colin hissed as Ryan began to nudge his legs open.

"Want you…" Ryan growled huskily.

Colin spread his legs willingly wanting the same thing. He reached down to stroke Ryan's cock expertly. With a sigh, he moaned seductively, "I'm all yours…"

The older man's mind was not completely befuddled by the glorious sexual haze he was enveloped in. They would need some sort of lubricant if he wanted this experience to continue to be pleasurable. He quickly scanned the room in search of something appropriate yet conveniently close enough that it wouldn't break the mood. He really didn't expect to find anything until his eyes feel upon a small bottle.

He pointed to the nightstand with his free hand and said, "Lotion."

For a moment Ryan had no idea what Colin was talking about but then he remembered his lessons with the 'teacher' his father had provided. He had been rather surprised but pleasantly so when his father had politely informed him on his 18th birthday that he had arranged one female and one male slave to show Ryan all about sex. His father's explanation had been less pleasant. He wanted to make sure that his son would not go 'looking for trouble' with unsafe partners. But the lessons had been quite enjoyable nonetheless.

He grinned down at Colin. "Observant..." he commented, and then leaned over to pick up the bottle of lotion.

His slave purred happily, making Ryan quirk a questioning eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asked curiously.

Colin's smile was supposed to be innocent but it was outright sexy. "Just admiring the view.," he answered.

Realizing that he had just presented his slave with a splendid view of his backside, Ryan wasn't sure if he should blush or grin. Realizing that it really was too late for shy thoughts now he grinned at Colin.

Trying to unscrew the lotion with his teeth while holding it in one hand and still holding down one of Colin's hands with the other proved a rather complicated maneuver in his state of arousal. He was quite thankful when Colin reached up with his free hand, holding the bottle for him.

He leaned down giving Colin a quick peck on the nose, then, on second thought, kissed him more thoroughly. His slave returned the kiss hungrily, accidentally squeezing the bottle he was still holding, spilling lotion over Ryan's hand.

Ryan gave Colin's lower lip another soft nip, before separating from their kiss.

"Thanks." he whispered throatily.

"You're welcome." Colin replied in the same low voice.

Then Ryan reached between Colin's legs, running his lotion-covered fingers along Colin's cleft, slicking him up like he had been taught to.

Colin was pleasantly surprised by Ryan's apparent knowledge of how to proceed. He could have sworn that the younger man had never had an experience such as this. It felt good and he couldn't help but groan a bit. He watched through hooded eyes as Ryan leaned on one elbow so he could watch Colin's reaction as he pushed a finger into him.

The older man hissed at the contact and allowed his eyes to slip closed. He reached down to resume stroking Ryan's cock. He wanted to bring the younger man as much pleasure as he was feeling. Ryan was obviously enjoying it because he was making happy little noises in the back of his throat.

Colin felt Ryan work his finger around a bit more stretching him before slipping in a second finger. Colin tightened his grip on the younger man's cock and continued to stroke him. He felt Ryan lean down over him and lick at his throat. Then he felt his master's teeth nip at the same spot. Colin turned his neck to give Ryan better access. He continued to moan happily with pleasure as Ryan stretched him with his fingers.

The sight Colin presented him with was hard to resist, to see the other man reduced to happy moans, writhing in obvious pleasure made Ryan crave just one thing: to bury his aching cock inside that gorgeous body without further delay.

Hoping that his slave would be as used to being taken as his profession suggested he withdrew his fingers. He just couldn't wait any longer. He shifted his hips so his cock nudged Colin's opening and groaned at the contact.

Hissing a soft "yess..." Colin spread his legs further to allow Ryan even better access to his body.

Taking that as an invitation Ryan entered him slowly, trying to control the urge just to thrust into his slave's hot body in one fast move. He closed his eyes tightly, savoring the feeling. Then Colin shifted beneath him, his inner muscles squeezing Ryan and at the same time reached up to tease Ryan's nipples with his free hand, shattering his self control.

He pushed in hard, entering him complete, whimpering at the blissful grip of his slave's body around his cock. Still Colin hiss of pain at the sudden entry penetrated his haze of pleasure and he remained motionless, every single muscle taunt at the effort of giving Colin the time to adjust.

Then Colin again shifted beneath him restlessly, whispering: "It's okay..."

Growling in the back of his throat Ryan shuddered as his passion took full control of his body, then withdrew slowly, just to push in again without pause, feeling every inch of his cock slide inside Colin's smooth flesh.

Lost in the divine feeling he slowly increased in speed and intensity, completely captured by the sensations coursing through him, not really paying any attention to his slave anymore.

Somewhere along the way, Ryan had forgotten about Colin. It hurt Colin's feelings but then he really shouldn't have expected more. He was a pleasure slave, which meant he was there for Ryan's enjoyment and not his own. He had learned the hard way that life was not always fair. He tried not to dwell on the bad points of his life, what was done was done. But sometimes, like now, they just intruded.

Colin had been busted stealing some food from a store. He had pled guilty thinking he would spend a few months in jail and be done with the whole affair. It was really such a minor crime but that was the problem, his record was full of minor infractions. He was sentenced instead to slavery at the brothels. At first, Colin thought the judge was just being 'tough' on him as a repeat offender. But he soon found out, that the man's motivations were less than pure. He was Colin's first customer having made the appointment only ten minutes after sentencing him. Colin later learned that the judge had done the same thing with many of the slaves at the brothel.

Revolted by the memory of the fat, ugly man sweating all over him, he pushed it from his mind. He looked up at Ryan's beautiful face aglow with ecstasy. He wished desperately for Ryan to see him as more than a piece of meat to slake his lust on. He wanted Ryan to take his time and make the experience wonderful for both of them. He had believed up until the moment Ryan forgot about him that it would be that way.

Still, it wasn't all bad. He was able to meet Ryan's thrusts in such a way that the younger man's cock grazed the sweet spot deep inside.

Colin groaned happily at the bolts of pleasure coursing through his body. Reaching down he grabbed his own cock and began to stroke it in time with Ryan's thrusts. In his mind, he pretended that there was more to their relationship than master and slave. He imagined that it was Ryan stroking him so expertly.

The tension in Ryan's body kept building and building till he thought he was about to explode, it felt so good to let go of all the self-control he normally placed on himself. And to escape the control his family kept over him. To BE in control for a change. To feel Colin's body pressed close to his.

Colin.

With a slight shock, it intruded into his pleasure-clouded brain that he had pretty much forgotten that he was not the only person in this bed who wanted to enjoy himself.

Chagrined he slowed down and opened his eyes, looking down at his slave who looked back at him with unspoken reproach, then tried to place a smile on his lips which wasn't that convincing. No wonder, he must have been quite disappointed.

"Sorry..." Ryan whispered, leaning down to nuzzle Colin's cheek in apology. He was feeling really bad that he had used Colin like that when he had promised himself so thoroughly that he would treat his slave as a human being, not like a thing.

Colin was somewhat mollified by Ryan's apology. Still, he had just been used and it hurt. Ryan really was a puzzle, one minute seemingly cruel and uncaring and the next, apologetic for using him as a slave. Unable to resist the temptation to let the younger man know just how much, he replied, "It's okay. I'm used to it."

He knew he was pushing his luck with his insolent statement but it had the desired effect. Ryan looked very chagrined and sighed softly. Colin didn't have time to think of anything else because Ryan began to move slowly. One of the lithe blonde's hands trailed down Colin's flank, the fingers whispering over his skin. Colin shuddered at the sensation. This was what he had been dreaming about and he could hardly believe it was happening.

He sighed happily before returning the gesture and placing feathery kisses on Ryan's face. He reached up and wrapped his arms around his lover, stroking the flexing muscles of Ryan's back lightly. He knew he was on dangerous ground by thinking of Ryan as his lover but he couldn't help it. He was infatuated with him and for the first time, he regretted his lot in life as a slave. He would give anything to be a free man in Ryan's eyes and have the ability to show the younger man that he wanted to care for him. As long as he was a slave, Ryan would always think it was because he was required to.

Savoring the delicious feelings Ryan's body was invoking he smiled as he felt the younger man shudder above him. Then Ryan captured his mouth for a searing kiss. There was no doubt in Colin's mind that he was the centre of Ryan's attention now. Their tongues stroked and dueled fueled by the passion blazing between them.

Colin groaned happily as he meet Ryan's thrusts. He wished they could just go on like this, entwined in passion forever. He felt the younger man's hand envelope his cock and almost lost his mind. The feeling of Ryan inside him combined with the stroking was mind-blowing. His lover seemed to be enjoying his responses, which was just fine with Colin because he was enjoying giving them. He moaned deeply the word 'yes' encouraging the young blond to continue.

Ryan was, as much lost in the heat spreading through his body as he was getting closer and closer to orgasm as in Colin's eyes, looking up at him smoldering like charcoal. This time he carefully kept his eyes open, reveling as much in the sensations he saw reflected in the way Colin's body responded to his as in the delicious friction on his own cock.

He sped up more and more, keeping his stroking of Colin's cock in time with his thrusts. He was almost surprised when Colin suddenly gasped Ryan's name, coming violently, clenching hard on Ryan's cock.

He was only a hair's breadth from coming himself. He thrust into the willing body beneath him two more times, then screamed his own release, his head thrown back and his back arched at the pure bliss overtaking him.

For a long moment, he remained motionless.

Then he sank down on top of Colin, burying his face against the other man's neck, seeking sanctuary from the intensity of his own feelings, shuddering one last time.

Colin wrapped his arms around the younger man and kissed the side of his head. He wanted to reveal what he was feeling but knew it would be foolish to do so. He realized that he would be content to stay with Ryan, not because he could easily escape, but because he had feelings for the man. Even if those feelings were not returned. Ryan seemed to be content to allow Colin to hold him and after a few moments, his breathing evened out.

Colin let himself relax. He felt Ryan sigh softly and roll off him. For a brief moment, Colin thought that the blonde would retreat to the other side of the bed, but he snuggled up against his side instead.

Thank you," Ryan said in a breathy whisper, as he got comfortable in Colin's arms.

Colin squeezed him and murmured, "You are very welcome." He meant it too. Satisfied with a glorious memory to file away when bad time inevitably came his way again, he drifted off to sleep.

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