Chapter 7

The lobby at the hotel where Craig stayed looked like a palace from a romantic fairy tale. It made Lucas nervous just to enter. He felt paranoid that everybody was staring at him. They probably wondered what that bum was doing in here. Lynn was at his heels and seemed totally indifferent to the luxury, and it struck Lucas that he probably was. He had to be much more used to environments like these than Lucas had ever been. Craig had said he could go and talk to the chief receptionist and mention his name, and he would understand what it was about and show Lucas up to his suite. But standing here in the middle of this great hall surrounded by the echo of aristocratic heels on a polished marble floor, blinded by the sparkle from the biggest cut-glass chandelier he had ever seen in his life, Lucas felt totally confused. Where was the reception? In which direction should he look? Who worked here that he could ask? He cursed inside at his confusion and was on the verge of just walking out on the street again. It seemed Lynn understood his master’s predicament, and he stole up beside him in a discreet way, getting his attention with the smallest tug of his sleeve. As Lucas turned to him, he didn’t look up and he certainly did not open his mouth, he only turned his head a little. When Lucas automatically looked in the same direction he saw the reception at once. Lucas smiled and gave him a fleeting caress over his back. He had told Lynn that he had been thinking of teaching him how to read; giving him some basic knowledge, but it seemed he could learn from Lynn as well. Lucas had never set foot on a nice hotel like this, but it was quite evident that Lynn had. At the reception there were no less than four "penguins" standing behind the marble counter looking snobbish and very busy. Lucas cast Lynn a questioning look, and with the same discreet move of his head he pointed out the person Lucas should address. How did he know? Lucas got the man’s attention with a loud cough. It seemed it really was the right person, because he lit up in recognition as he turned and saw them. Lucas was a bit surprised; he was quite sure he had never seen this man before, but it would seem that Craig had described them well. Lucas was not to be fooled by the receptionist’s servile smile though. That smile was for Craig’s money, he thought. Inside, that man must be thinking that if it hadn’t been for the large tip that Craigs most surely had given him, he would never stoop to even talk to a damn pimp from Shamrock and his male whore. Lucas felt ashamed. What had he become? He would have looked down on himself too, if he had been that man. He hated Craig for putting him in such a degrading situation. "Mr. Hall? Welcome, welcome…" The receptionist was practically beaming and all but bowed to the ground before him. With an elegant move of his arm he showed him which direction to go. "All friends of Mr. Summers are warmly welcomed to our humble establishment, Mr. Hall, it’s a pleasure to be of service…" They were showed into an elevator and the receptionist kept babbling. "…if you would like some refreshments, it’s of course on the house…" They were showed through some corridors at the top floor, and Lucas finally realized that even though the man was sucking up to him it was genuine sucking up. Craig must have lied and told him Lucas was some rich friend of his. Maybe he had even warned the receptionist that his aristocratic friend was mildly eccentric so he wouldn’t wonder about his simple clothes and inability to tip him. Lucas grinned; Craig was a fun guy sometimes. He was a bit ashamed about believing Craig had told the receptionist that he expected a pimp to bring him a whore. It was unlikely then that the receptionist would wonder at Lynn’s presence – why, an eccentric friend of one of their richest customers brought a servant? Nothing odd about that. Lucas played the part then, and gave the receptionist a very flat ‘thank you’ with his nose in the air. He tried to look like tipping the man would be far beneath him as he was shown the right door. The receptionist looked a bit crestfallen at that, but bowed and smiled just as politely before he left. Lucas sniffed at him; he behaved like a slave not because he had to, but for money. He knocked at the door; Craig opened it a second later, like he had been waiting inside it. It seemed he was right out of the shower because he only wore a robe and his hair was wet. He waved them in with a smile. Lucas looked around and wasn’t the least surprised about the almost ridiculously rich decoration of the suite. It was big, too. He supposed it would be possible to fit in at least two or three of his apartment in these rooms. "Well it doesn’t get very crowded in here, does it?" he said jokingly, making an effort not to show how impressed he was. "And by the way, what the hell did you tell the receptionist? He greeted me as if I had been the prince of New Camden or something." Craig grinned. "Well… didn’t say anything about royalty. So how do you like the suite?" Lucas shrugged in mock indifference. "Well, it’s not like home but I guess it’s OK." They both laughed at the dryness of Lucas’s joke. "At least there’s one hell of a view from here," Craig said and showed him out on the balcony, "look!" For a few seconds Lucas was speechless. Viewed from this height the giant city of Flora was beautiful in a way he never had realized before. It was strange to see that she actually had been built in the shape of a flower. This was his place of birth, and she was a worn out old whore by all means, but she had her good sides as well. Suddenly he was filled with a strange sort of love for the old lady and wondered what it would be like to really leave here. Maybe forever. Craig showed him the rest of the suite and offered him different kinds of alcoholic beverages, all of which Lucas turned down. He was going to the unemployment agency, he said. Craig didn’t think it was necessary to bother going there anymore, he was sure Lucas would get that job. Lucas shrugged in a way that clearly said he’d believed it when he saw it, and that in the meantime he had better keep looking. Lynn had not left the place next to the door where he had halted coming in. When they came back he seemed to want to melt into the wall. Lucas pitied him but thought it best to get it all over with, so he waved Lynn up to him. Lynn was about to fall to his knees again, but Lucas stopped him by simply grabbing at his neck. Lynn stiffened and Craig raised an eyebrow. "He’s not allowed to do that," Lucas said and stared at Craig as if the order was directed at him. "Yeah? Why not?" he asked. "Because I hate this damn cowering and I don’t want him to do it, that’s all." Craig’s eyebrows raised a few notches more but he said nothing. "Well I must go," Lucas said, "I think I will be back around two, is that OK?" Craig nodded. In fact, Craig almost told Lucas to take Lynn with him again. Why the hell had he asked him to borrow him? Well, he had an urge to empty himself that was true. It was true what he had told Lucas about being faithful to Esther, and he didn’t feel like masturbating right now. Doing it to someone like Lynn wasn’t cheating; Esther wouldn’t think so either. But why had he not found himself another gelding? It would not have been hard to find. It would have been easy to get a fresh young thing sent up, someone much younger than Lynn. So why had he pressed Lucas to bring Lynn here? It was easy to see that Lucas really didn’t want to let him have him and what was that about anyway? He constantly let others have him, so why not him? He was afraid he would damage him, was he? But he should know that Craig wouldn’t do that to an old friend. No, Craig suspected that it was Lynn that didn’t want to. The little shit had always been scared to death of him, so of course he didn’t want to serve him now. It was so typical of Lucas to be so damn soft. Wouldn’t have surprised Craig much if Lucas had told him no simply because that worthless slave didn’t want to. Craig was glad to see Lucas here now, because such weakness he would have despised utterly. He didn’t want to think that way of Lucas. He wanted to like him. "Two is fine," he said. Lucas tried to hide his worry and the fact that he didn’t quite trust Craig. It wouldn’t surprise him if he had to bring Lynn home in a paper bag later. Craig would excuse himself and think that all would be well and good if he paid Lucas a sum for it or bought him a new gelding. Well, Lucas happened to think Lynn wasn’t quite that easily replaced. He still held on to Lynn’s neck but changed the hard grip to a calming caress that he hoped Craig didn’t see, and then he pushed Lynn gently towards him. He resisted an impulse to say something comforting to Lynn and left without looking at him. It was hard, but he knew he was supposed to be indifferent here. He hoped that caress would be enough, that Lynn would understand. >>> * <<< Lynn felt panic creep up on him as Lucas left. He really had to fight with himself not to simply turn and run after him. Craig ignored him and was pouring himself a drink; Lynn could hear the ice clink against the glass. Craig sipped it and turned towards Lynn. Lynn couldn’t help it; he reacted on instinct and fell to his knees. Craig’s roar was quite unexpected and he nearly wet himself. "Didn’t you hear what your owner told you? Get up! Now!" He obeyed with all the willpower he could muster; his legs were shaking so that he could hardly stand. Craig grinned and walked up to him. It took all his willpower not to draw back as he neared, but Craig had not said he could move so he wouldn’t. "Get undressed!" Craig ordered. He didn’t shout this time, but he didn’t have to. The order was cold, relentless and impossible to misunderstand. Lynn bit his lower lip, tried not to cry, and did what he was told. Soon enough all he had worn was a small black heap at his feet. Craig started to circle him, studying him closely, that cruel smile never leaving his lips. Lynn’s fear was quite enjoyable, his troubles with trying to control himself quite amusing. Look at how he trembled and shook. Craig pressed the cold moist glass to his back and laughed out aloud at his startled reaction. Craig turned him around and forced him to look up, enjoying the not so well hidden expression of fear in his face. His lips trembled, and the sheen of his eyes was not from any sort of excitement, but from tears. Oh it would be so easy to make the little sissy start bawling, hardly a challenge. God, they were so pathetic. Craig had known every inch of Lynn’s body; now he noted a few changes. The scars, of course, but he was different in himself too. A bit skinnier, a bit more angular, older of course but still smooth as a young girl. Lucas had told him when they had been at Kieslowski’s that Lynn was prettier than ever. Craig’s subconscious noted the truth of that statement, but he refused to let that thought arise to the surface. Refused to admit that his face was stunning, the dark eyes bigger than ever, and those lips… He felt only the same almost-hate he had felt before when looking at the slave. There was an itch in his hands to hit him but he wasn’t going to. Craig really didn’t want to risk this recovered friendship. He admitted he had missed Lucas. He admitted feeling that Lucas might have been one of the few he had considered a friend at all. He had considered missing Lucas a weakness, so he had never bothered trying to get in contact with him again after he had left Amahana. And maybe he had been a bit hurt that Lucas had never tried to contact him either. But Craig himself had changed, he had changed and become a better person, and he thanked Esther for that, she had changed him. He no longer considered wanting friends as a weakness but an asset. These newfound insights did not apply to the likes of Lynn, though, and they never would. But as things were he didn’t want to hit the slave - unless he provoked him, of course. Not even Lucas would stand for that, he was sure. Well, there were ways to hurt other than using your fists. "Have you any idea what a pathetic shit you are?" he asked. "And don’t think it would have made a difference if they hadn’t cut your balls off; you would have been anyway. You would never have been a man no matter what. Not a human either. You’re a genetic copy, that’s all you are, a lump of cells that happens to be alive, get it?" He laughed loudly. "Don’t you think I know how he treats you? Almost as if you were human, ha? I really hope you don’t believe it. He just does it out of habit. I hope for your sake you don’t think it’s going to last. Believe me, he will tire of you soon enough, we all do." He laughed even more. "It’s hilarious, you actually think he cares, don’t you? Fucking idiot! Why are you trying to think at all, you sorry retard, don’t you know they made your brain smaller?" Craig smacked him over the head. Not really hard, not really hurtful but enough to hammer in the message. "Don’t even try to use that fucking dried out sponge you have in there. Why would he care, you stupid bitch? You are only income to him, you disgusting whore, don’t you understand that? As soon as he gets this job he will sell you. Believe me. And good riddance it will be, God, you’re so worthless. Ten years back you were still too old…" And then the weeping started. Craig smiled smugly as Lynn couldn’t hold back anymore, sobbing miserably. It had taken longer than he had expected. "Stop it!" he yelled, enjoying himself immensely. "If you don’t stop that damn bawling right now I’ll fucking beat you to death and I don’t give a shit what Lucas says about it." Lynn swallowed and silenced at once. "Jesus!" Craig sighed deeply and contemptuously. "Where’re your fucking manners, slave? You should be damn grateful that you are still used at all. I want to throw up just looking at you…" He pushed him forcefully; Lynn nearly fell but regained his balance. Craig grabbed him by the arm and threw him towards the bathroom door. "Go and clean up, you snotty filthy creep, and don’t you stall, or else…" Inside where Craig could not see him, Lynn sank to the floor, pressed his forehead to it, and pulled at his hair until the physical pain somewhat overtook the mental one. He dared not make a sound, nor did he dare give this despair an outlet for too long either. He must hurry up. He had to gather all his strength to pull himself together enough to rise and rinse his teary, snotty face off. Craig had of course always despised him, like all free people did, but he had never wasted that many contemptuous words on him. Lynn tried to tell himself that he shouldn’t listen to it, but those words had hurt more than being beaten, and they hurt all the more because he did believe them. Had thought them himself so many times. Oh yes, the truth always hurt, didn’t it? He thought he understood why Craig was so verbally cruel; it was because he couldn’t hit him. Before, he had never wasted words on him; he just hit him as soon as he got the least bit irritated, had mostly cursed at him. Now he had promised Lucas not to hurt him, so he tried to hurt him where it wouldn’t show. But it didn’t help Lynn that he understood that. Those words echoed in his head and they hurt so damn much that he could hardly breathe. He dried his face and braced himself to go out there again. He didn’t want to, but everything would just be worse if he provoked Craig. Right now he didn’t know which feeling was strongest within in him, fear or hate. He hated Craig more than he thought he had been capable of. Why did he want to torment him like that? Why? Wasn’t it enough that he had to live this miserable life at all? Wasn’t it torturing enough to be a clone? Could they ever understand what it was like knowing you had no parents, no roots? Being created in a laboratory, being a lump of cells, being mutilated on top of it, enslaved, bereft of everything that every real human took for granted… And if he was so damn disgusting and worthless, as Craig would have it, then why the hell did he still want to fuck him? Lynn didn’t get it. If he was so damn unimportant then why did Craig waste so much time to make him feel this way? Why did he bother to press him deeper down into the shit? Yeah, why…? It was like Lynn could almost reach some sort of epiphany for a fraction of a second… yes, why indeed? But the thought got away before he got hold of it, and chased by the relentless fear of the monster out there, he left the bathroom and placed himself in the middle of the room, respectfully bowed and waiting. >>> * <<< Craig was not there; he had gone into one of the other rooms in the large suite. He commanded Lynn to come in there too. Lynn walked over to the other room looking like he was going to his execution. "That had to take that long?" Craig barked at him as soon as he appeared, cursed long and hard at him. Lynn didn’t let it get to him this time. Craig had already said the worst and Lynn was pretty sure now that he would escape this relatively unharmed. If Craig thought he could beat him he would have done that by now. Lynn wasn’t going to provoke him anyway. Craig was sitting in a big upholstered chair. The robe had opened and Lynn could see his cock resting between his thighs. Of course Lynn knew better than to look straight at him, but few things eluded him anyway. He looked at Craig now with a sort of secret glee. Craig had changed too. Maybe too much partying? Maybe too many drugs? Lynn knew very well that Craig used a number of different drugs; he had seen him use them many times. Craig was tall, and he had used to be well trained. He had had powerful muscles; his arms and legs were still powerful, Lynn could see, but that washboard stomach was gone. Craig was on his way to getting a real jug of a beer belly. All that dark hair that covered his chest and stomach didn’t exactly make it a prettier sight, but it couldn’t hide it either. He snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that Craig was barking at him again. "…do I have to remind you physically? Get to it, you fucking whore!" Craig still muttered under his breath about worthless slaves as Lynn got down on his knees between his parted legs. Oh, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do, and he tried to use the same strategies that had always worked for him before. That is to say total denial at what he was about to do. He had been quite good at it and he thought sometimes that that ability was about the only thing that had kept him from trying to commit suicide. Blowing someone, it could actually be nice. A few times he had found it nice. But most of the time it was just awful, and then the only thing he could do were to suffer or pretend it wasn’t him doing it. He had preferred the latter and had practiced it to perfection. In fact, he couldn’t even remember most of the times he had served Craig, not very clearly anyway. With a few people that Craig had lent him out to he had allowed himself to be there a little. Even someone like him needed to allow himself to feel another body touching his. So when someone had borrowed him who had been younger and good looking, and who hadn’t treated him too brutally, he had let go of that control a little, little bit. With the customers Lucas brought he had done the same thing as with Craig - total denial at first, but eventually he had let it up a bit because they were most of the time not that rough with him. It was easier with them to steal a little satisfaction for himself. They liked what he did and some of them were even quite kind to him in a way that Craig and the likes of him never would stoop to. Only with Lucas had he opened up fully and not tried to float away at all. Only with Lucas did he not want to deny anything. It had almost been more than he could handle... Kneeling between Craig’s legs, he realized it might have been a mistake letting up on that control, because now he couldn’t find the way he used to let his mind leave. He had lost the ability to close in on himself. He cursed inside and searched desperately inside for that dark hole he had used to plunge himself into and hide, not coming out until it was over. He didn’t find it. Just couldn’t bring himself into that state of total indifference anymore. The mere thought of sucking Craig’s cock made him nauseous, but he did it anyway because he had hardly any choice. A few seconds more of hesitation and Craig would have beaten him to a pulp no matter what he had promised Lucas. He tried to let his skills work for him and not to think so much, but he couldn’t help thinking about how much he hated it. How he hated taking that meaty limp member in his mouth and feeling it grow. How he hated the pungent taste of it, the distinct smell… When Craig finally came after what seemed an eternity and spurted deep down his throat, it was all he could do not to throw it all up right there, on that expensive rug under Craig’s feet. He thought bitterly that he must have swallowed several gallons of Craig’s sperm during the years without even thinking about it, but this was the last straw. Lynn tried his best not to show how he fought the nausea, but he could have grimaced and dry retched all that he wanted to. Craig wasn’t even looking at him and had lazily dragged himself out of the chair to go to the bathroom. Lynn prayed this would be all, that Craig would be satisfied now. That he would throw him out now. He would have been glad to wait in a corner out in the corridor for Lucas to come back. But he really didn’t think this was all. He knew Craig; this was most surely just the entree. Craig would not be satisfied with only having spurted once. Oh no, he would consider that shameful. A man like him should be ready to go again in a just a little while, should he not? He had used to be like that anyway. Craig had not used him that often, maybe once or twice a month or so. But when he did use him he usually made it into a drawn-out affair, sometimes going about it all night, fucking him up to three or four times. He had hated those nights, could hardly walk the next morning. Maybe Craig had become lazy in that aspect too, as his belly grew, but Lynn expected at least one more session. He naturally would want to fuck him as well, and since he had let him suck him dry there would be more. He was surprised as Craig walked up to him after only a few minutes; that was fast even for being him, but he soon realized that was not it. Craig grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He didn’t throw him out as he had hoped. Craig pressed him to his knees in a corner facing the wall and told him to hold his hands behind his head. He warned him against moving before he was told. As if he needed to warn him - Lynn understood as much. Maybe Craig thought Lucas had destroyed his training altogether? Craig had done this to him quite often before; Lynn guessed that was the most sublime form of torture that Craig was capable of. It was a way to have him out of the way, but still know where he had him while he waited to use him again. Not so hard, one might think, but Lynn would have wanted to challenge anyone to endure it with ease. Anyone who though it no big deal could try for themselves to sit absolutely still for hours in this uncomfortable way, without being allowed to move the slightest. And then they could see how hard it was to continue to be still after you had been hit a few times, because you would always be hit, you would always fail. No matter how good your intentions were, sooner or later the pressure of the hard floor on your naked knees would be too much for you, and you would have to shift just a little. Sooner than you thought, your arms would start to tremble from the exhaustion to keep them up. And no matter how you tried to think of something else, that itch somewhere on your body would drive you mad. Lynn got even more scared. That Craig did this, did it mean he intended to beat him after all? Seemed he was only looking for a reason. Though in the beginning it felt good to be left alone. He could hear Craig walk around in the suite, but he couldn’t discern what he was doing. Several times it appeared he was talking on the phone. Room service was up at one point. Craig didn’t come into the room where Lynn sat more than once and then he just passed without looking at him. Lynn hardly dared shift position in spite of that, and he almost grinned at himself when he realized how utterly subdued and compliant he really was. Pretty quickly he ceased to feel relieved about being left alone, pretty soon he wished for nothing else than to be able to change position. He thought he would start to cry soon if Craig didn’t let him get up already. He had no idea how long he had been kneeling in the corner but it must have been well over an hour. In a way it was a relief when Craig roared at him to come, even though he knew what that meant. >>> * <<< During the 18 months that Lynn had been sold to one wholesaler after another, until he didn’t know where he has or what date it was, he had been raped several times. Not once by the other slaves though. They could have easily done so. There had been no other slaves like him. The others had been workers, all of them much bigger than he was. And it wasn’t like they hadn’t been starved of it. But they had felt sorry for him, it seemed; they had not abused him. Sometimes they had asked him to, and he had seldom dared say no. They had been nice about it, though. They had despised him, of course, but they had pitied him, he supposed. The free workers at the markets had raped him now and then, and had not been less contemptuous about it than the likes of Craig. But they had done it on the sly because they were not allowed to use the slaves that were to be sold. Damaged goods paid less, so it had not happened very often. And since they wouldn’t want their employer to know, they had most of the time tried not to hurt him physically. Thanks to Lucas no one had treated him like that since he had taken him in. No one had pulled at his hair and thrown him against the wall to ram his ass before he had time to regain his breath. He had almost forgotten what that was like. He was to be brusquely reminded. Craig wasn’t about to make it easier for him in any way. He literally threw him against a big table with a marble top. Lynn tried to break the fall with his hands but was a bit too slow; his hip crashed into the edge and the pain made it swim before his eyes. He was sure that would leave a big bruise. He didn’t have time to worry about that as Craig grabbed at his neck. Lynn saw the surface of the tabletop rush against his face and hardly had time to feel the horror of it. Craig was going to smash his face in. Only inches from the surface he stopped. Maybe he thought better of it? Maybe he had just meant to scare him? It sure worked, Lynn shook all over. While Lynn was still trembling from the pain in his hip and the horror of nearly getting his whole face smeared against the stone, Craig was all over him. Craig penetrated him so fast and roughly that he felt like he had impaled him on a red-hot poker. Nothing could have made him keep quiet at the pain of that. He screamed so much his mouth tasted of blood. For a few seconds he even blacked out; he was immensely disappointed that he didn’t fall under completely. Craig cared nothing for his pain, only seemed to draw strength from it, and he thrust even harder. Eventually Lynn was too exhausted to scream anymore and only sobbed and whined pitifully. Craig had seemed to enjoy his screaming but the whining annoyed him. He roared at him to shut the fuck up, and for a while he blurted out all the invectives that he could recall. Calling him names aroused Craig even more and soon he got so horny that he stopped shouting in his ear, concentrating only on his own satisfaction. His thrusts got a bit less brutal and more varied. Not to make it easier for Lynn, of course, but only because Craig’s need for sexual satisfaction now became more important to him than the pleasure of torturing Lynn. It did make it easier for Lynn, and as the most acute pain subsided he was able to relax as much as possible, making it bearable. It couldn’t be totally painless now, though. Craig had torn him. He knew he was bleeding. Not that much if he was lucky, but he had been torn so many times that he couldn’t be mistaken at the feeling of it. Oh, but he had almost forgotten how awful it was. Craig had been the last to tear him before, too. The workers at the markets had been rough but not that rough. They had been mostly concerned about themselves; not only his hole suffered from being so forcefully rammed, it had hurt their cocks as well. Craig obviously found the discomfort worth it if he could make him suffer this much. Lynn wasn’t used to it like had he had been before. He couldn’t recall that it had ever hurt this much being fucked in his life. Or had it? Maybe it had hurt this much every time and he had only repressed it? Or was it that he couldn’t close himself off as effectively anymore? He hated himself more than he hated Craig right now, because his body betrayed him, didn’t let him float away, so he had to be in it with all his senses and experience all of it. He didn’t want to be there. Didn’t want to feel the pain of his hipbones as they banged against the edge with a rhythmic relentlessness. Didn’t want to feel Craig’s heavy body weighing him down. Didn’t want to feel his hot breath blowing puffs of alcohol in his face. Didn’t want his steel hands grinding into his hips and his upper arms as he tried to find leverage to thrust harder. Craig had said they had made his brain smaller than normal human beings. Oh God, why had they given him a brain at all? Eventually he gave in to it and acknowledged his bitterness as defiance, something he should just quit. He managed some sort of indifference instead. This was the way it was, this was what he had been created for. No use to complain about it. There was less pain now, wasn’t there? He had to be content with that. It would soon be over now anyway. To resign helped a little, he realized. He stopped to tense up against Craig’s attacks and slumped over the tabletop like dead weight, taking it. He wasn’t going to try and answer the thrusts. Craig didn’t care either way. As far as he was concerned he might as well have been an inflatable doll, Lynn thought. His hole was tighter and warmer, he supposed that was about the only difference. As he was lying there helplessly jerking at Craig’s movements, his feelings of self-hate started to turn into hating Craig again. He realized with a sort of delicious pleasure that Craig seemed to be lesser equipped than Lucas. His dick was simply smaller. He caused him pain, not by being big, but by being brutal. Lucas had caused him no pain at all; still he had filled him up so much more. He couldn’t really tell who had the longest but Lucas definitely had the wider girth. Lynn found such joy in this discovery that he could have laughed. He imagined how angry Craig would have been if he had known. He really wished there were a way to let Craig know it without him ending up dead. Unfortunately he didn’t think such a possibility existed. Yes, he almost had to laugh thinking about how humiliating Craig would find it if he had told him that Lucas had the bigger cock. If Craig had realized that as a mere fuck toy the only advantage Lynn had was to be able to compare the cocks of the men that took him. How easily he could have dismissed Craig as "having poor equipment," "being small," "Mr. Asparagus Dick." Lynn really grieved the fact that there was no way he could say a thing like that and survive it. Craig would quite literally kill him for something like that. No chance in hell that a slave would survive questioning a free man’s masculinity. But oh, it felt good thinking it. >>> * <<< Craig finished like he always had, pulled out and left him without a word or as much as a look. Lynn stayed on the table for several minutes, first because he was too exhausted to move, but then because he didn’t know what to do next. Craig didn’t come back into the room to command him. He could hear him in the next room, the clinking sound of ice being put in a glass, Craig talking on the phone again. He rose with a bit of effort and stretched with a grimace of pain. Everything ached, his back, his arms, his hips, and his thighs… his thighs, yes. He felt something warm running down his thighs and didn’t need to look to know it was blood. He felt dizzy and nauseous but it passed after several deep breaths. Gingerly he stepped into the bathroom and started to wash himself off. He had to bite his cheeks not to scream at the pain as he rinsed himself between the legs. He knew what he had to look forward to now. At least a week, maybe two of stinging pains until it healed. He had to tell his master; he couldn’t be fucked now for a while. He hoped Lucas would be really pissed at Craig, but then he berated himself. It was very shortsighted and childish to think like that. Lucas benefited from Craig’s friendship and what was good for Lucas was good for him. And what made Lucas happy made Lynn happy. So he shouldn’t say anything, only this would be difficult to hide. Craig had torn him too much. He couldn’t possibly receive a customer now. Damn, they would lose money and Lucas would be pissed. He could have cried. He didn’t know how to fix it. He even crouched down to gingerly insert a finger to see if it really was as bad as he thought. It was; he winced at the pain and looked at the blood on his fingers with worry. Maybe he shouldn’t worry. Maybe he should be happy about the two of them becoming enemies after all, and then he would never risk being used by Craig ever again. Maybe it would be best for him if Lucas did not get that fancy job, even if it meant he had to be a whore until he died. Because Craig had surely been right. As soon as Lucas would get that job he would probably sell him. He decided he must tell Lucas though. He couldn’t hide it in the long run, and not telling him was like lying and his master would not stand for that. Lucas decided things; Lynn shouldn’t think so much and definitely not try to make Lucas’s decisions for him. He silently sneaked out to get his clothes and then he stuffed a lot of toilet paper between his ass cheeks not to stain the pants and went to sit down on the floor next to the door. If Craig didn’t say otherwise he only wanted to wait for Lucas now. >>> * <<< Lucas knocked on the door exactly at two o’clock and opened the door himself before Craig had time to answer it. He didn’t think he would walk into something embarrassing; they knew he would come around that time. Craig was still dressed in the robe and had a receiver pressed to his ear. He signed to Lucas to sit down and mouthed to him that he would hang up any minute and disappeared into the next room. Lucas sat down and not until then did he discover Lynn who had risen but still stood next to the door. He had passed him without seeing him. He smiled when he spotted him and waved him over. Lynn felt so relieved seeing his master that he wanted to throw himself in his arms and cry, but of course he did no such thing. He went up to him and sat down on the floor at his feet. He tried to walk over there as normally as possible. He would tell him but not now, later. Lucas leaned down. "Are you OK?" he whispered and Lynn nodded, not now, later… Craig returned soon enough. "I’m sorry about that, a business call, sometimes this damn phone just won’t stop ringing." His expression showed what a sacrifice it must be to be Craig Summers. "Wait a minute, will you? I have something for you," he continued before Lucas had time to answer that, and disappeared again. On his second return he had a big pile of bills in his hand which he gave to Lucas. Lucas received it with a stunned look and counted it. "2000? What’s this? What for? I told you, you didn’t have to…" Craig actually looked a bit ashamed as he cut Lucas short. "Look, Lucas. He got kind of torn. OK, no need to get pissed here. It’s nothing really. It happens all the time with the likes of him, and this one… he’s always been so damn tight. It’ll heal soon, but I don’t think you should use him for a fortnight or so. The money is not a gift or a bribe or anything like that. It’s just fair compensation, OK? That’s two weeks worth of customers, isn’t it?" Lucas didn’t look any less pissed. "Damn you Craig! You promised to be careful." Craig almost looked hurt. "I’m not one to back down on my word, Lucas. I have been careful, I haven’t hit him once. Ask the little creep yourself if you don’t believe me. I haven’t done anything to him other than fucking him." Lucas sighed deeply. It seemed there was no use in getting angry here. They simply had different definitions on the phrase "being careful." Lucas had known it, really. Why else had he been so worried, in spite of Craig assuring him he wouldn’t damage Lynn? Lucas wanted to yell at Craig and make him understand that it didn’t have to be "normal" at all that they got torn like that, tell him what the doctor had told him about the methods of heterosexual men. But he knew it would do no good. The aristocrats had their views on things and nothing could change that. And Craig actually apologized to Lucas in some sort of way, which was a damn miracle in itself. Lucas guessed he had to be content with that. It helped that he was holding the largest stack of money he had seen in years too. But something told him that Craig was lying. That he had intended to hurt Lynn and that it wasn’t an accident at all. That Craig had torn him on purpose because it was so easy to excuse. How could Lucas prove he had meant it? In either case, Lucas promised himself that he would never let Craig touch Lynn again.

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