Chapter 11

"Please," Taven whined, "why can’t you fuck me?" he crept closer breathing into Nikal’s ear, not quite daring to touch him. "Please, please fuck me, "he whispered pleadingly, "I’ll make it good for you. I want to please you. I’ll do my best, just tell me what to do. Why won’t you use me? Please use me." Taven really tried his most submissive manners. He knew how to do that too, and he would crawl at Nikal’s feet if he had to. Wouldn’t even bother him. But Nikal seemed to stiffen at his side. He was doing something wrong, what was he doing wrong? "Please, I’ll do anything, whatever you want. I’ll do it all…" There was no response other than a distinct feeling that his master would tire of this any second now, and tell him to go back to his own room. He almost sobbed in desperation. "We can put the light out… you don’t have to see me… I’ll do all the work; I’ll ride you. You don’t want to touch my ass yet? I’ll use my mouth; you don’t know how good I am at that, you’ll see. I’ll…" Nikal turned toward him, gently shoving him away a few inches. "Taven… Go to sleep!" Friendly said, a tender voice, a small smile – still a very obvious dismissal. Work for it, Serenity had said, work for it. He had. Taven sniveled silently to himself, his face hidden in the pillow, when Nikal had turned the light out. He had worked for it. Ever since he had been to visit Serenity a little more than a week ago he had tried his best to be good. Tried harder than ever before. He had behaved; he had been listening to all Nikal had said to him. He had worked the courage up for days and days to do what he had done just now. No use in it. Nikal thought he was a good slave, had said so, just the other day, but he was not good enough for this. Not like Serenity had been… Somehow he had fallen asleep like Nikal had wanted him to, but it was still dark outside when he woke up. He turned to watch Nikal. What was he doing wrong? Nikal was sound asleep and Taven couldn’t refrain from using this fact to study him closer as his eyes got adjusted to the obscure room. ‘Didn’t you just want to jump in bed with him the minute you saw him’ Serenity’s words echoed in his mind. No he hadn’t, he definitely hadn’t. They had tried to fuck him while he had been in that trade house Swift had sold him to. Only a few days after he got there, one of the trader’s employees had shoved him into a small dingy storeroom and told him to bend over, he had told that man to go to hell and had tried to kick him. The man had been surprised to say the least, he had been angry and slapped him… but he had not fucked him after all. Taven had been stunned at that. He had not expected that his refusal would have any effect, he had only refused for the sake of it as he had so many times with Swift or his "friends". He had expected his refusal to be met with the same violence he was used to. He had expected that man in the storeroom to beat him up much more and then tie him up if he had kept on being troublesome. But he had been left alone. Maybe that man just hadn’t wanted to bother? There sure had been more willing and more cooperative victims to be found in that trade house. But still, it had shown him a way to be left alone. All free men were mean bastards, that he knew, but all of them weren’t as tough as Swift, he discovered. A fact that he had started to use more and more during those months in the trade house. ‘Show your anger and your hate as much as you possibly can, and they will leave you alone. It will earn you some pain now and then, yes, but they will pass you by and look for a meeker boy’. It had felt good, not to be fucked for weeks and weeks… for months. It had felt good. No, jumping into bed with that strange man, that had ignored his hate and bought him anyway, had sure not been his first thought. But it was the only thing on his mind now. Taven watched Nikal sleep and a hand crept down into his pajama pants to absentmindedly play with his cock. Slowly, slowly not to wake up Nikal he lifted his master’s covers away a little bit to reveal the lower part of his body. Nikal shifted and Taven froze, but he didn’t wake up. Taven reached his unoccupied hand out to touch lightly at his master’s crotch. Not much life in those pajama pants, but he could change that. Taven pulled his hand out from his own pants at this decision, all his attention focusing on his master now. He carefully pressed his hand harder to Nikal’s crotch, he didn’t wake up at that either, but in his sleep his hips answered to the now softly kneading movements of Taven’s hand. And his cock got hard. Taven smiled in the darkness. So, his master didn’t believe he had a skillful mouth, hah? He would prove it to him that he had. Silently he got out of the bed and walked around it to Nikal’s nightstand where he knew his master kept a package of condoms. He had to use one, still had… bugs down his throat. He only had to be very careful in putting it on so that Nikal wouldn’t wake up too soon, and stop him. He crept back into bed and worked on opening up Nikal’s pants, fortunately they had buttons. He fumbled with the condom, cursing at his inexperience with them; most of his customers hadn’t bothered. Somehow he got it on, and his master still slept. Taven didn’t particularly like the rubbery taste but it was soon forgotten. It had been a long time since he had had a cock in his mouth last; he hadn’t missed it. But this was different, and if he was afraid that he would have forgot how it should be done he needn’t worry, his mouth remembered in either case. Taven rejoiced as he felt Nikal’s flesh grow in his mouth, as he felt how he pressed his hips toward him. Taven felt so happy as he heard his master moan at his licking, touching and sucking. He liked it; his master was on his way to wake up, and boy, had he, Taven, provided the nicest way of waking up ever, or what? He would know now that he was good, that he was fit to use after all. "Taven?" a whisper out of the dark, "Taven… what on earth… are you doing?" Surprise and a bit of anger in that voice, and… a gasp. But Nikal did not hit him, did not shove him away so he kept going. Soon enough Nikal gave up a loud moan and Taven could feel how he leaned back, how his whole body kind of relaxed and accepted what was done to it. Oh yes, Taven rejoiced. But… "Ahh… Taven… that’s nice, but… Taven, stop that! This is not right, stop it!" Taven almost hated Nikal for a split second. Why did he have to destroy it? Nikal bolted up and simply pulled him away from his crotch by grabbing him by the shoulders, but he didn’t seem to be angry, only bewildered. Taven must have sounded as miserable as he felt, "Please," he said, "please… make love to me?" He didn’t know from where he got that. Something his master had once said? That he didn’t like those… ugly words? Taven didn’t know, but he must have got inspired, and it had the strangest effect on his master. Nikal suddenly pulled him close, embracing him, caressing his back. "All right," his master whispered in his ear, "I will." Nikal’s mouth sought his, slowly laying him down while he kissed him. Taven reached for Nikal’s cock again, but he stopped him. "No! You don’t have to do anything Taven, let me do the work." Taven nodded, he wanted him to be passive? Sure thing. He would keep still for what ever Nikal wanted to do, he hoped none of it would hurt, but he didn’t care really. He couldn’t believe this. Finally, finally he was going to be worth something. Taven laid down flat on his back and Nikal sat down beside him. Nikal reached for his braid and Taven watched him slowly unbraid it. His master kind of combed the now freed tresses with his fingers and spread them out on the sheets around his body. "This is so amazing…" he whispered. Taven shivered, he was used to being pulled by the hair, that braid of his was a good rein, but it didn’t used to bother him much, he wasn’t sensitive that way. But this careful combing made goosebumps appear on his arms and the skin at the back of his neck prickled, he couldn’t determine if that sensation was good or not. Nikal stopped touching his hair to lay down, settling at his side, and his hand slowly started to caress his chest. Taven got embarrassed and looked away. And he didn’t even know why he got embarrassed or why he also got annoyed. His master had said he would fuck him, so why didn’t he fuck him? Why did he feel at his scars? The soft touches wasn’t awful though, actually it was nice… in a way. He thought. No one had ever ran their hand so lightly over his scars before. Dr. Cordoux had been gently in touching them, examining them, but he hadn’t touched them as lightly as Nikal now did. It was as if a feather had been passed over his chest, and at places he couldn’t sense the touch at all, the feeling lost in some of the scar tissue. But at other places it seemed the skin was more sensitive than he had ever realized it could be, it felt like Nikal’s fingertips might have been charged with small electrical impulses. Taven had to concentrate on keeping still as he had been ordered. Again he couldn’t determine if this was something nice, he didn’t think so. Or maybe it would have been, if it didn’t make him so fucking uneasy. Any second now, feeling such awfully marked skin, Nikal would of course remember how ugly he was, and not use him after all. Like the last time, whatever his master had said that time, Taven knew that that must have been it. Serenity, he had perfect skin, not a mark to it he was sure. Except those scars at his wrists but that was a minor flaw compared to what he looked like. But Nikal kept feeling at his body as if he wanted to know what every detail of it felt like. Taven winced as Nikal touched where his nipple used to be. Hideous and disgusting part of his body – it was all he could muster not to bolt away from his master’s hands and remind him that he had said he would fuck him! And if Nikal had kept it up a few seconds more he probably would have, but Nikal’s hand started to travel down to his crotch instead. His hand was actually shivering slightly, Taven noticed as he was lying there; feeling oddly blank while Nikal’s hand slowly crept under the waistband and touched at his cock. He didn’t quite know what the purpose of these soft caresses was. Men weren’t usually interested in his cock. They wanted his hole. He’d had his cock more or less cruelly manhandled many times in spite of that fact, but this careful exploring of his sex was new to him. He didn’t particularly like it he decided; it seemed pointless to him, and kind of… tickled. He squirmed a little and Nikal stopped it. "You don’t want me to touch you there?" his master whispered in his ear. Taven shrugged. "You bought it, you do want you want with it, but… you are gonna fuck me, aren’t you?" Nikal’s soft chuckle was like a small warm puff in his ear. "Why are you in such a hurry? Have you never heard the word ‘foreplay’." "Sure," Taven said, "does, ‘shut up slave, and get down on your knees before I get the whip out’ counts? Oh they used to play with me before they fucked me all right." "I just want you to feel relaxed and at ease." Nikal said after a moment of silence at that comment. "I ain’t getting more relaxed than this… I think. I’m not scared Master, you’re not gonna hurt me, right? You can fuck me now, I want to please you, and…" Nikal sighed in annoyance. "Then let me do this my way Taven." "Yes, of course, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…" Nikal smiled. "It’s all right. And if you really are in such a hurry…" Nikal carefully pulled Taven’s pants off if him and then he got out of his own in a much more careless and hurried manner. Nikal turned away from him to fumble with something in the nightstand drawer, getting what he was looking for, he as slowly turned Taven on his side and crept closer to him. Taven held his breath in anticipation while Nikal changed a caress at the back of his thigh into a firm but gentle grip and pushed his leg up. Held his breath as he felt Nikal’s fingers softly circle around his hole with something cold and sticky on them. A cold that soon enough turned to warmth as those same fingers gently slid inside of him. Nikal didn’t hold it up for long. It seemed he was suddenly in a hurry now as well. Taven could feel and hear his master’s breathing getting heavier, and soon enough the fingers were withdrawn and something bigger pushed at his hole. But as his master’s cock slowly pushed its way in, the most searing pain shot through him. It was so sudden and sharp that Taven couldn’t help crying out. It had the effect he feared. Nikal pulled out and away in an instant. Nikal touched his shoulder. "God… I hurt you." "No you didn’t," was Taven’s speedy reply. "Taven… you cried out." "No, I didn’t" It was such a silly denial that Nikal couldn’t help smiling, but he turned grave and serious soon enough. "We can’t do this if it hurts Taven, and…" "But it didn’t, not really… only, only a little. It doesn’t matter I can take it. You just go on and it will go away. I’ll shut up, try it again, please. I will not disturb you again." "How many times must I tell you not to interrupt me? It did hurt you Taven and I don’t want that. This was a mistake; I definitely don’t want to hurt you. And I’m definitely not going to pound into to you until it might go away. I can’t believe you want it that much." Taven turned away, too disappointed at the whole damn thing right now, to be able to even look at Nikal. "I’m fucking worthless," he muttered, "worthless!" Nikal sighed. "You’re not, you’re… Look Taven, it’s not your fault. Maybe you were scared after all." "I wasn’t." "Maybe your body is scared, even if you are not. Maybe it’s something physical? You are very scarred after all. We can go see Dr. Cordoux again and let him have a look at you. But whatever it is, we’re not going to try this again, not for now anyway." "Yes Master… whatever you say… Can I go now?" "You don’t have to. I’m not displeased with you Taven, it’s not that." "May I please go back to my own room Master? Please?" Nikal was silent for a few heartbeats, but then he let go of Taven’s shoulder and turned on his back. "Of course you can," he said. And Taven got into his pants again and slipped through the darkness. He was glad that he managed to hold the tears at bay until he got to close the door to his master’s bedroom behind him. >>> * <<< Taven couldn’t shake the disappointment. He couldn’t stop feeling useless and ashamed. Taven could not help the bitterness at the fact that the only time he had really wanted to be fucked his master refused. Of all the hundreds and hundreds of cocks that had forced their way into his body… the only one who was welcome, didn’t want to. On one level he did understand that Nikal had told him the truth. He had stopped it out of concern, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Why was his body refusing to co-operate? His body was a fucking traitor. Nikal was just too damn soft anyway. Why he didn’t have had to stop for a measly little outcry. That was just silly. OK, so it had hurt, in fact it had hurt awfully, but the pain would certainly had subsided eventually, if his master had only kept it up. Why had it hurt so much anyway? He couldn’t understand it. Of course, it had hurt being fucked many times before. Some men had simply been big, that could hurt. Some men had pounded into him as if there were no tomorrow, which could hurt as well. Some had deliberately tried out different angles and positions until they found one that hurt and kept to it. Sometimes he had hurt only from being sore. Five men taking turns for hours and hours – he would eventually be sore and the smallest cock, gently probing, would have hurt. It had hurt most of all when they had managed to tear him. And then the pain didn’t stop just because they did, no that would hurt and hurt, for days and days. It had not been from spite only that he had resisted from time to time. Sometimes he had tried to resist them from sheer desperation. Because his ass stung so much from being recently torn that the whole of his innermost rebelled at the thought of receiving another cock. He had known there was no use in even trying to beg to be spared for a few days only because he hurt. He had also known there was no use in fighting. But when Swift had come for him, and he knew there was a customer waiting, a customer who would put his cock right into that raw tender bleeding mess that was his asshole – he had panicked and fought them anyway. He had only got more pain, and rope-burns at his ankles for those small outbursts of rebellion, to add to his throbbing stinging ass. But it had not been like that with his master. Taven had wanted Nikal to use him; he had not been scared. His master had taken it easy, he had used lubrication and pushed inside him gently. And Taven had not been fucked for months and months so he wasn’t sore at all. It shouldn’t have hurt, not that much at least. When there had been people using him who had not been that very brutal it hadn’t hurt that much back then either. If one or two only had fucked him relatively gently, then the third one usually slid inside his well-stretched hole like a buttered banana, and it hadn’t hurt at all. So at these the best of conditions, why hadn’t his fucking, useless, ugly body let his master use him? Several nights later Taven was in his bed and his thoughts whirled around in his head, he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking of the failure in his master’s bed. Slowly Taven turned and raised his ass, pulling his legs up under him. He reached his hand back and forced his fingers carefully up his hole. Maybe there really was something broken in there, he thought, but he couldn’t feel anything in particular. Of course, Nikal’s fingers had not hurt either. Taven sighed deeply and rolled on his back again. Why wasn’t he working? Maybe all this time in absent had somehow made him kind of shrink in some way? Maybe he needed to get re-opened in some way? Well, his master sure wasn’t going to do it, he couldn’t do it himself, and Taven didn’t want anyone else to do it. He remembered well Serenity’s words. Nikal had not liked Serenity going with other men. Taven threw his pillow across the room in anger and frustration. He was so fucking worthless. >>> * <<< Serenity had told Taven that he was a special slave with special privileges and that he lived a very good life indeed. He had also told Taven, even though he had sure not asked, that it was a bit lonely being special like that. Serenity couldn’t really hang out with free people, and lower slaves didn’t seem to trust him. Oh there were others like him, sure, but see they were all women. He was currently the only man being given these privileges, and the women weren’t really letting him into their little circle. If Serenity wanted someone like himself to play with then why did he keep bothering him for, Taven had asked, he was lower than dirt, wasn’t he? But Serenity had not agreed. Taven may not be privileged officially, but Nikal letting him attend him personally like that… that meant something, Serenity had said. Taven was as close to his kind as there was in any clan and Serenity wanted them to be friends, and that’s that. So Taven complied and visited Serenity now and then, but he told himself that he let Serenity take him back to his place, only so that Serenity wouldn’t think he was making him nervous, or that he made him feel inferior. Besides Serenity could tell him interesting things, he could always pump Serenity for information, he thought. Serenity was the worst blabbermouth conceivable, and there was certainly no challenge in making him talk. Serenity happily told everything he knew about everyone. So Taven told himself that he was sure no friend of that spoiled thing, and that he was only using him. And it was so easy because Serenity was probably stupid enough not to have any ulterior motives himself, as well as naive enough to never imagine anyone else would have either. But Taven was only lying to himself, and he knew it. Being alone with Serenity did make him nervous, not because of Serenity himself, but being on his own without a higher authority watching his every move, really scared him. And Taven did feel inferior around Serenity, how could he not? And as much as he would have liked to take advantage of Serenity’s openness, as some sort of revenge for making him feel ugly and crude, Taven’s only ulterior motive in seeing Serenity was to get to know as much as possible about Nikal. And in the end, he really didn’t hate Serenity as much as he would have told anyone asking. In fact, he didn’t hate him at all. Because Serenity had one quality in common with Nikal, even if they were not much alike in any other way; Serenity was also quite hard to resist. It had been at one of those visits in Serenity’s cottage, and Serenity suddenly had deemed him worthy of seeing his bedroom, or his "love nest" as he had called it, that Taven had got the idea. >>> * <<< Nikal got suspicious as soon as he opened the door to Taven’s room, after him having not answered his knock though he knew he was in there. "Is something wrong Taven?" he asked, peeking inside. Taven was in bed, clutching the covers under his chin shaking his head frantically, but Nikal was not convinced. Taven looked all tussled and out of breath, as if he had dived from across the other side of the room to throw himself in bed, speedily pulling the covers up. At least Nikal had seen a flash of naked scarred skin dashing past as he had opened the door. "It’s in the middle of the day, what are you doing in bed?" "I… I didn’t feel very well… but it’s nothing. I thought you’d gone out?" "I came back," Nikal went inside and sat down at the bedside and Taven retreated and held the covers as tightly as he had done when he had first got here. Nikal frowned. "If you’re ill, I’ll take you to Cordoux, just tell me what’s wrong." Nikal leaned toward him and started to tug at the covers. Taven’s eyes narrowed. "Let go! Told you it’s nothing. Go!" he spat. Nikal’s eyes narrowed as well. "I’ve been patient with you Taven… But I won’t tolerate that sort of behavior anymore. Don’t you dare talk to me like that, do you understand?" Taven changed tactics at once. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Master please, I didn’t mean it. Please let me be, I promise it’s nothing, pleeease.&qugt; Nikal didn’t let go of the cover. "You’re not really convincing me that there isn’t anything wrong Taven, and I’m not leaving until you tell me what it is. What’re you hiding under there? Come on; let go! I’ve seen you naked before, you know I don’t care. Now let go, and that’s an order." But Taven still refused and Nikal scooted closer to get a better hold, starting to pull at the covers for real. Taven struggled to keep it, and when Nikal persisted he seemed to panic. He kicked and clawed at Nikal who cursed at a foot in his groin and scratches to his lower arms. Eventually Nikal had enough of it. In one sleek motion he threw himself at Taven, trapped his kicking legs with his body, caught his flailing arms and held them over Taven’s head, wide apart and pressed into the mattress. Taven was already half caught up in the covers and couldn’t move an inch, couldn’t get any leverage to even try to push Nikal off of him. So he started to curse and yell. Nikal didn’t let go, and the angry cursing turned into screams and then into crying and begging, and into a shamble of incoherent pleading, pitiful sobs and panicky yells for mercy. Nikal didn’t know how to react at first; thought that maybe Taven would panic even more if he let go. He tried to get through to him by talking calmly to him instead. "Taven, calm down, for goodness sake. I’m not going to hurt you. Please listen to me… Taven? Listen to me! I’m not hurting you; I’m just holding you. Stop it Taven, I’m not gonna beat you. I promise…" Taven eventually stopped yelling and crying, but he was still tense under him, stared at him with something akin to terror in his eyes. "See? I’m not hurting you am I? I’ll let go of your hands if you promise not to try and gauge my eyes out, what do you say?" Nikal smiled reassuringly at him and slowly loosened the hard grip of Taven’s thin wrists as the boy nodded. Nikal leaned back a bit, but remained where he was. "I’m not going to hurt you," he repeated, "I’m not even angry. I was just holding you down because I would like to keep my balls intact and not lose my eyesight, OK?" Nikal smiled, "I won’t punish you for fighting me… you panicked, I understand. But you didn’t have to. I just want to know what’s wrong, I want to help you if something is wrong Taven, don’t you know that?" Taven sobbed. "You will be angry though… you’ll think I’m disgusting…" "No I won’t. Look Taven. Just stop this nonsense, right now. I won’t tolerate any more outbursts, and I won’t tell you again. I’ll get off you, and then you will tell me what’s going on. Do you understand?" Taven looked away, squirming. "Well?" "Yes Master." Taven answered meekly, but he still refused to look at Nikal. Nikal slowly got to his feet then, and Taven was shivering as he slowly pulled the covers away, lying buck-naked on his back. His body was still so thin, Nikal thought, no food seemed to stick, the hips bony, the ribs showing. His sex nestled in the thick tuft of red pubis hair seemed very small as well. He looked like nothing else than the small-framed and vulnerable kid that he really was. His body a map of mistreatment. Nikal shuddered, but there was nothing he could see that hadn’t been there before, and he didn’t understand. Taven sighed and started to turn, slowly he got to his knees, back to Nikal. As slowly he bowed down to press his forehead into the mattress, parting his legs and raising his behind. Nikal’s eyes widened. There was something sticking out from between his pale and striped ass cheeks. Something that seemed to stretch his hole almost impossibly wide. That something had an oval shaped black base pressed near to his skin. It seemed deeply buried up Taven’s ass. "What on earth…" Nikal finally managed. "It… it’s a dildo Master…" Taven helpfully informed him, his voice a muffled embarrassed whine. "Yes," Nikal yelled, making Taven start, "I can see that… Take it out! Now! Just take --- it --- out!" "Yes Master." Taven reached a shaky hand back. Nikal stopped him by simply taking his arm and pull him to his feet, steering him toward the bathroom. "Jesus, I don’t want to see you do it, do it in there… for goodness sake." It was ages before Taven came out again. When he finally did he was red as beet and halted just outside the bathroom door, holding his hands behind his back, looking down. Nikal well understood how humiliated and embarrassed Taven must feel right now, he was pretty embarrassed himself. "Hrrhm… You… got it out?" "Yes Master," Taven awkwardly stepped up to him and held the dildo out to him, "here Master." Nikal stared at it, the sheer size of the object making his eyes widen. How had he got all of that up that tiny ass of his? He automatically backed away with a disgusted frown as it was held up to him. "Ew… I don’t want it." "I… I cleaned it…" Taven said, turning a deeper shade of red still. "Ah… yes, good... Uh… put it over there, on the table… or something," Nikal said, trying not to stare at it, feeling his own cheeks glow. Nikal had certainly no experiences with toys like that, and the whole thing made him uncomfortable to say the least. Taven did as he was told, but he remained at the table, turned away from his master, still naked, still shivering. "I told you," he said, voice all choked up, "told you that you would be mad, and you think I’m all disgusting now." Nikal couldn’t answer at all at first. "What… what on earth possessed you to… Where did you get that… that thing, and why? Why in God’s name would you use a thing like that… voluntarily?" he finally said. Taven was dead quiet as well, for the longest time, but then his shoulders came up and he started to cry. "You… you couldn’t use me… you couldn’t get in… and… and I just wanted to… kind… of… open me up… for… you…" >>> * <<< Serenity met Taven in the hallway outside of Nikal’s office and looked questioningly at him. Taven had only a shrug to give in reply of that look. "I told him you had nothing to do with it," he said. "To do with what? What’s going on?" Taven didn’t get the chance to answer; Nikal stuck his head out the door and told Serenity to come inside, a very serious expression on his face. Serenity obeyed looking back at Taven with a worried look. Inside Nikal told him to sit down in front the desk as he walked around it to his own chair. But he didn’t sit down, he picked a plastic bag up from the floor and then he simply turned it up side down and let the contents fall with a thud onto the desktop. Serenity’s eyes turned big as saucers. "Do you recognize this object?" Nikal asked coldly. Serenity stared at the black dildo unable to say a word. "Does this belong to you?" Nikal yelled making Serenity almost elevate from the chair. "I… I think so… but… how… how did it get here? I don’t understand…" Nikal put his knuckles on the desktop and leaned over it to stare at him. Serenity felt himself shrink back at the angered look. He didn’t think he had ever seen Nikal looking like that before. "Taven had it…using it... Did you give it to him? And don’t you dare lie to me." Again Serenity was at a loss for words. "I said did you give it to him?" Another roar and a fist banging at the desktop making the rubber dummy bounce. Serenity did much the same. "No Sir. No. I… I swear I didn’t give it to him. If he had it, he stole it. I had nothing to do with it, I swear." Nikal slowly sat down without taking the angry stare off the now visibly nervous slave in front him. "Yes, he told me he stole it from you. And you should thank your lucky star Serenity for that stupid expression of sheer surprise you are showing me now. Because if I would have had reason to doubt the truth of that, I would have seen to it that you would have been punished in a way you would never have forgot." Serenity gulped and shrank back even more. "Now don’t believe for one second that you’re off the hook just because of that. Are you supposed to keep these damn things of yours lying around like that, hah? For anyone to see and take?" "Uh… I… eh… but they were in my bedroom and…" "Oh just shut up you slut! Hereafter you keep these… toys locked away somewhere. Do you understand?" Serenity nodded and looked down all flustered from shame and embarrassment, but a bit from angered indignation as well it seemed. "But it’s not like Taven is all innocent," he muttered, "he’s been with more men than I have and…" Nikal was out of the chair and around the desk in a few seconds and Serenity squeaked in pure fear as Nikal grabbed at the collar of his shirt, jerked him to his feet and raised his hand. Nikal stopped the hand in mid air though, and slowly lowering it again he released the shivering man. Serenity sank back onto the chair as if his knees had turned to jelly, hands clasped over his chest as to try and still his beating heart. Nikal had almost hit him. "I’m sorry," he whined, "I didn’t mean…" "I know what you meant. Now you listen to me Serenity. If you ever let Taven in on any of your sexual games, no matter what sort, I will have a very serious conversation with Constantine about your privileges, and I will make damn sure that you will lose most of them, do I make myself clear? You ever hurt him in any way I will make sure that you will get to know for the first time in your privileged and spoiled life what a real spank is like. You remember that if you want to keep the skin of that lily-white smooth ass of yours unscarred." It was all Serenity could muster to nod humbly at that. He was pretty sure he would start bawling if he tried to answer that. Seemed Nikal thought he had intimidated him enough. He crouched down beside Serenity to put a calming hand on his thigh, and changed tone completely. "Look Serenity, I mean you no harm. It’s not like I want to destroy your life. But I’m serious about this. You don’t quite understand. Of all the people you’ve had sex with Serenity, have anyone ever forced you? You like it, don’t you? It’s a game to you, and no one has ever ordered you into bed. You go with them if you want to, and you turn down even your own master as much as you want to, don’t you? When was the last time you let poor Constantine even close to this perfect body of yours? But Taven has never had such choices Serenity, never! Yes, he’s had sex more times than you have had, thousands of times probably. But every last one of those penetrations was a rape Serenity. He has never been with anyone; he has only been used. Now do you see the difference?" Serenity looked devastated. "Yes, I understand Master Wren. I am really truly sorry. I never meant to hurt him. I… I like him a lot. I will put the toys away and… and I will not talk about such things around him, and I swear I will never touch him or anything. You will still let him see me, won’t you? And please don’t tell Constantine… please?" Nikal rose and went back around the desk to take a seat. "Taven likes you too and I think you’re good for him, he’s never had friends before. But it’s a friend he needs Serenity, not another bedmate. So you can still see him, just keep these things in mind. And I won’t tell Constantine… this time." Serenity was immensely relieved. Whatever he used to say about his master, and no matter how he behaved towards him he really loved the old man in some sort of way. It would destroy him if Constantine threw him out. Besides, no other man in the Engel clan would probably give him nearly as much freedom to move around and play as he pleased. "I will keep it in mind Sir," he said. "Good. You can go. And take this hideous monstrosity with you!" "Yes Sir!" Serenity hurriedly grabbed the dildo from the desktop and shoved it back into the plastic bag, red spots on his cheeks. But then he just remained standing there, clutching the bag, and throwing wavering glimpses at Nikal. "What?" Nikal exclaimed. "I only wanted to know. You… you don’t hate me, do you?" Nikal didn’t change his serious expression but there was a spark in his eyes. "Serenity, you’re hopeless in oh so many ways, but you know that I care about you. Now, go!" >>> * <<< Taven was still outside in the corridor when Serenity stepped out from Nikal’s office, and he cringed a little at the piercing eyes and thin lips of the blond man. "Ah… was he very angry?" "Yes, he was very angry. You nearly cost me all my privileges; do you realize that? From now on you keep your kleptomaniac hands off my stuff, get it?" Taven frowned at the accusation and was on the verge of telling that stuck up spoiled bastard that he was no klep… whatever that was, and that he had told Nikal it was all his own doing. He couldn’t help if his master didn’t believe him. But suddenly it was like he couldn’t find his usual gut. It struck him that he actually cared what Serenity thought about him, and that made him go all silent and looking away in shame. "I’m sorry…" he murmured. But Serenity had already stormed down the corridor and disappeared out the door at the end of it.

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