Chapter 10

He hated this storeroom. The shelves were full of jars. All of them looked about the same and the only way to know what was in them was to read the labels. Easy enough, one might think, if one could read! He’d told the cook he couldn’t read but what did she care. She just told him get this and that and God help him if he returned with the wrong thing. He had left the door slightly ajar for light as he stood there looking at the jars, lifting them and shaking them a bit, opened the few that weren’t sealed, smelled them… anything to try to figure out what was what. In between he repeated the list of what to get in his head over and over again; it wouldn’t do to forget anything. Why it’d be much easier if she would just send someone else, but no… it was like they wanted him to screw up so they would get a chance to complain about him to their "deer" mistress. Oh they didn’t dare laying a hand upon him in fear of the Lord finding a mark on his body and not liking it but they dared snitch on him to the Lady and she wasn’t that inhibited. "So here’s where you’re hiding." He jumped a foot in the air at the unexpected voice and heard a chuckle behind him. He hugged the jar he was holding; he’d nearly dropped it, and didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Azrel, his master’s son. Azrel had the uncanny talent of turning up where ever he was and it unnerved him, a lot. It hadn’t at first. Embarrassed him a bit maybe because he had felt self-conscious around the three year younger boy who was already that much bigger than him. Young master Azrel looked down upon him of course. How could he not? Once he had walked past him and a few of his friends and they had looked at him and whispered amongst them and looked again and laughed. And he had heard some of what they had said, heard scattered words like "whore" and "simple" and "cocksucker"… He had felt the contempt that seeped from them. He had ignored them but later he had cried. Well, eventually he understood better than he had before that such words and such contempt were apparently only directed at the poor receiver, not against the attacker. Because it seemed Azrel had things in mind concerning him that wasn’t far from his father’s. He’d given him enough sly innuendoes lately for him to be quite sure that Medora’s eldest son wouldn’t mind fucking that "simple cocksucking whore". Seka didn’t want that. He’d given himself up to one man because he had had no choice but he though that would he have to do that again he couldn’t take it. That had been a sort of an obsessive thought within him, that he would rather die than give himself to yet another man. Now he knew very well, that his thoughts and wants counted for nothing and he could only thank his lucky star (if he indeed had any) that his master was a somewhat possessive man, and afraid of diseases too so that he never ever lent him out. And also had strictly forbidden him to ever touch another man. One of the easiest orders he had ever been given to follow. That was the farthest from his mind. He was under an equally strict order to refuse any man that would approach him in such matters, which happened now and then. He gladly did that too but it was a bit harder. Some of those men could be quite intimidating and had he not had his master’s power backing him he was not sure he would have dared refuse some of them. Now Medora had said he wouldn’t punish him if some bastard would not respect Medora’s wish and rape him anyway. But he sure would be required to prove to him that he had done his best to express his master’s wish or he would see punishment like he never had. So Azrel’s recent habit of stalking him scared him. His master had never said that his son would be an exception, but what if it was a given thing? He quickly put the few jars he had found in the basket he’d brought, he knew it wasn’t all but didn’t care the wrath of the cook right now. He just wanted out, took the basket and tried to steal pass the young master while giving him a courteous bow on the move. Azrel wasn’t going to let him get away this time though. He placed himself square in the middle of the doorframe and effectively hindered him from going through it. There was not enough room to squeeze past and he could not very well push him aside. He stopped short in his track, bewildered and uneasy. "Please young Master… let me pass." He said quietly avoiding looking up; he could sense him smiling mischievously at him anyway. "So… the slaves are giving the orders here now, do they?" He said. Seka didn’t answer that. He was mocking him, he must have known very well that he didn’t mean it that way. "Why in such a hurry?" He turned a little to get the hasp at the door and quickly closed it. "Put that basket down!" He said, Seka still didn’t move or said anything. "You may not have given an order but I did. I said put it down!" No amusement in his voice anymore. Seka obeyed reluctantly. "The cook told me to…" He started but was cut short. "Oh shut up! My orders exceeds hers by far." He knew that was true. Azrel came closer. He lifted a hand to his face and took a strand of his hair between his fingers. "God you’re so… girlie. Never seen hair like this other than on girls…" It seemed that was all the foreplay he was able to muster at this moment. Before he knew it Azrel put his face to his and tried to kiss him, he shied away from it and tried to duck under his arm to get to the door. Azrel got a hold of his shoulder though and forcefully shoved him further back into the room. The shelves shook as he pressed him against them and some jars wobbled above his head but settled again without falling. "Playing hard to get ha? Just like a girl. Now come on, I know you know what I want. Don’t try to get me to think that a Catamite is shy…" Azrel’s chest pressed at his chest, his mouth eagerly sought his, one hand was pulling at his hair, trying to stop him from turning his head away, the other hand groped at his ass. He felt panicky. This was no worse than what Medora did but he was used to that, when another person did it, it was like re-living that first horrible time. He squirmed and wriggled and tried his best not to just put a hard knee in the crotch of the stubborn boy. "Please… don’t… don’t do it… stop…" He tried to plead with him but he obviously did not care to listen. Finally he shoved him. Got his arms up to his shoulders and pushed him away. Azrel regained his balance and looked for a second rather baffled. Ha, I’m not quite as girlie as I look, am I? Seka thought defiantly and couldn’t help savoir that look of bafflement on the young master’s face. Azrel was surprised, his father’s little whore was stronger than he looked, and a bit more defiant than he had thought. But of course, he was freeborn. Thought he could take liberties with him. He would take that notion out of his head right away. The boy might be stronger than he had thought but he was sure not nearly as strong as he was. Azrel grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, spun him around and pressed him back down on the crude table standing in the middle of the room. The edge of the table cut into the small of his back and Azrel forced himself between his legs and lay down on top of him, stilt twisting the collar in his hand, almost suffocating him. It was a very uncomfortable position and he was really getting scared now and humiliated. He was going to be raped, and probably beaten up as well, by a fifteen-year-old boy. "You little whore. Don’t you ever push me again or I’ll kill you!" Though his anger soon vanished and gave room for the teenage lust again. Oh yes, he was so much stronger and the catamite was helpless under him, no use in being angry at such a creature. And he was still tense but seemed ready to be compliant. He started groping him again but was astonished to learn the stubborn slave still had the guts to defy him. "Don’t! You can’t! Please, I belong to your father." A persisting hand between his legs. It sickened him, Lord Medora wasn’t the least interested in his cock and balls, never touched them specifically. "He won’t mind…" The pain in his back, unbearable. "Yes he would! No other man is to touch me, he’s forbidden it!" He was nearly screaming now. Azrel paused a little but didn’t let him go. "He told you to refuse?" Seka nodded frantically, finally he understood. "Yes, yes… He don’t want other men to even touch me, he said so, he ordered me to refuse any advances, told me to tell anyone that tries that it is not his wish. You use me and your father will be angry with you…" He knew he had gone a bit too far in that last threat. Azrel banged his head on the tabletop to make him shut up. "How dare you speak in my father’s name?" He blinked to clear the haze in front of his eyes. That had not been a very hard blow but had hurt quite a bit anyway. "All right, maybe my father said that… But I’m his son, not just any man. I understand he wanted to warn you about all the old geezers down at the quarters but me…? Nah. Besides, he’ll never know, I won’t tell him. Come on. Don’t you want to be with someone young for a change?" There was actually a bit of almost begging in his voice. Seka thought that maybe the young master really didn’t want to rape him but wanted him to want it too. Like so many awkward teenagers he just didn’t know how to go about it, especially not with someone like him that he thought he didn’t have to coax but who would part his legs willingly at the first order. Seka thought that just maybe it would be better to appeal to his possible sense of mercy, he hoped he had any. But it didn’t matter; he had not much of a choice. He forced himself to go totally limp and look like he just gave up. "All right then… I’m sorry young Master Azrel… You can do what you want…" Azrel looked suspiciously at the black-haired pale slave under him who suddenly lay there, unresisting. "Really?" He couldn’t really find that same eagerness anymore though. He hadn’t meant for him to be that limp and indifferent. That would be like fucking a doll. "Yes, it’s between you and your father and a slave should not interfere… I’m sorry Master Azrel if you want to go against your father it’s none of my business. Please, if he finds out though… please tell him I informed you… he’ll whip me to death if he thought I…" Azrel looked consternated. Damn that slave. When he put it like that… Azrel was really not in the mood anymore. "Ah… damn it!" He exclaimed and rose from him, released his grip and let him stand up. "I’ve never gone against my father in my life… all right, I’ll leave you be… Go! Go then, didn’t you have chores to do? Then do them!" Seka was immensely relieved and hurried to get the basket and turned to leave with yet another respectful bow. Thank God, it had worked. The possibility of angering his father had making him feel a bad conscience and maybe he had felt sorry for him too, probably getting the blame for it. Though when he was just about to reach for the hasp he stole in front him, hindering him again. "Just one thing before I let you go little girlie boy… I will talk to my father and if you lied to me… you’ll be sorry, very sorry. And further more I’ll ask him, I’ll ask him to tell you to serve me and then we’ll see how much you dare to defy me, won’t we?" >>> * <<< As much as Medora liked to spend time with his son, and he did, the boy so much resembled his dear wife that he was really weak for him, he annoyed him at the moment. Medora was trying to read a few documents and Azrel was trying not to "disturb" in such an obvious way that he managed the exact opposite. Siting at the chair opposite, back stiff like he had a poker up his ass, so silent it was unnerving, staring intently at him. "Do you want something son?" He said trying to stifle his irritation. "Oh it’s nothing important at all, you’re busy." Medora smiled sardonically. "So I am, so if it’s not anything important… don’t’ you have things to do, somewhere else?" The boy got a pouty and sulky look in his face, a hurt look but answered as meekly. "Of Course." He rose as to leave and Medora gave in. "Wait! Sit down son, if you want to talk, we’ll talk." Still pouty lips, just like Erennis. "But you’re busy, I didn’t mean to disturb you." Medora smiled. "Oh this can wait a minute. It’s all right, really." And now it was. He’d been away for so long, he had much time to make up for, for his son’s sake as well as for his own. The papers in his hand felt not important anymore, nor interesting. "I’d rather talk to you, really. So, what’s on your mind?" Azrel looked down, a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. "Well… you know… Do you remember you took me to the quarters just before you went to war?" The boy smiled mischievously and Medora returned that smile. "Yes…?" Azrel’s embarrassment was gone now; he leaned back in the chair and was absolutely beaming with manly pride. "Well, I’ve had a lot of girls since then." Medora smiled even wider a bit amused at his son’s boasting but proud as well. A young man such as he should not been saving it, it was just not healthy. His son looked liked his wife but he was a chip of the old block all right. "A lot… But now I’m bored with them, they’re all the same… I want to try a boy." Medora blinked, he didn’t see that coming. "But you like playing with the girls don’t you?" He asked precariously. "Oh yeah…" Azrel grinned. "Then I think you should stick with the girls." The pout again. "Why?" Medora sighed. Yes why indeed, he wasn’t sure. "Because… It’s different. Some of them might look like a girl so much it fools you, but they are not. Stick to the girls." The pout tightened. "But you do it, why can’t I?" Medora began to sound a bit stricter. "You’re too young." Bad move, Azrel got a bit of fire in his eyes. "Oh I am not and even so I am big for my age. Don’t you think I could handle such weaklings? I want to try it, several of my friends have. You said it yourself; a man needs change… I think I am as good as a man now. I’ve grown a lot since you left but you still think I’m a boy at thirteen. It’s not my fault you’ve been away for so long you haven’t seen me grow." Medora leaned back. Those words hurt and they were true. He should never have agreed to this last crusade. He’d been a soldier much too long, hardly knew his own children. "All right then… We’ll go to the quarters…" Azrel interrupted with a shake to his head. "Nah… no need to. That’s wasting money…" A pleading look. "I want to use Seka, can I?" Medora blinked again, he didn’t saw that coming either. "Well, no! That’s out of the question." Another pout and almost a whine. "Oh why not?" Again Medora wasn’t completely sure why. "Well, for one thing he’s older than you, they shouldn’t be. And second, he’s not like the boys at the quarters; he can be a bit more… difficult. For a first time you should use someone more experienced, someone more used to it. Third, he is my private catamite Azrel; he’s never been used by anyone else than me, ever. I’ve strictly forbidden him to…" Azrel cut his father short again with a resigned shrug. "Yes, he told me as much." Medora looked a bit angry now. "Azrel! You didn’t?" Azrel watched his fathers growing anger with unease. "No, I swear I didn’t. I just talked to him a little, just you know… but he wouldn’t. Said you had forbidden it. I’m sorry papa, I really didn’t do anything to him but I would like to and I can’t see why you wouldn’t let me have him. I mean any stranger at the quarters I could understand but I’m your son. And I can handle him, I am sure I can. So what if he’s older. You have got to admit he looks much younger. And all those whores down there, who knows where they’ve been, why not use a safe thing that is right under your nose." Medora sighed. The boy had some good points. "There are hundreds of boys at the quarters and you must have the one I got." He said, but smiling amused as he did so. "Well, if my father got it, it must be the best, right?" The obvious flattering didn’t escape Medora but he chose to fall for it anyway. He thought it over for a few seconds but then he agreed. "All right you stubborn boy. You are just like your mother, always get your way. Spoiled that’s what you are. But all right. I’ll let you use him. But only… and you listen well now because I am serious… only a few times. Just to try it. This is not going to be a habit with him. Do you understand?" Azrel beamed at his victory and answered in earnest. "Yes papa. Maybe it’ll just be that time. How can I be sure I even like it? Only one way to find out though." >>> * <<< Seka was a bit surprised as the slave girl told him his master wanted him in the library right away. Lord Medora didn’t send for him often apart from the times he wanted to use him and it was way too early in the day for that. Maybe he wanted to go out? He sometimes took him with him when he went out on this errand or that. He always took him with him when he went to the quarters but it was too early for that place too. And the library? He didn’t think he’d ever been in there. He wasn’t even sure exactly where in this big house it was located. "What did he want?" He asked sheepishly and that stupid question got the answer it deserved. "How should I know dumbass? Go on, he said now and not tomorrow." Seka looked at the dirty rags he was wearing and a hand went to his lank, dirty hair. "But I’m dirty and…" The slave girl was irritated. She couldn’t understand this boy’s habit of trying to reason with things. If an order was given, why bother to even think about it? It did no good. You got an order, you obeyed, and it was as simple as that. But this one had to question everything. Of course, he was freeborn and that kind was always a bit uppity weren’t they? Thought they were better than the rest of them. And this one slept with the master too. She snorted contemptuously. "I think his exact choice of word was immediately. Just go!" He frowned at her but obeyed. She watched him go. Damn good looking though, she wouldn’t mind… but he was so damn stuck up, he would probably never… >>> * <<< Seka knocked at the door and slipped into the room as he heard a voice inside tell him to enter. He kept his gaze lowered but saw through the curtains of his hair that his master was not alone in there. His son was with him. His stomach coiled up in a cold knot. Usually Lord Medora didn’t have him kneeling in his presence but now seemed a good time to do that anyway. Something told him he had probably been sent here to be told of a punishment that he was about to receive and so a bit of extra humble manners could not make things worse. Medora told him to rise at once though. Medora seemed not angry, but who knows? What had that mean son of his been telling him? Or had he made a terrible mistake in refusing Azrel? "So… My son tells me you defied him in a rather… feisty manner the other day. Even shoved him, he says." Medora watched amused as the boy turned a paler shade of gray. "I…I’m… sorry… I didn’t know if…" He just silenced and looked down. Pleading with Lord Medora had never worked in the past so he might as well just shut up. It was unfair though, he’d told him he shouldn’t give in to anyone. "No, how could you have known. It’s all right. You did the right thing. I’m pleased with you." He was immensely relieved of course but still uneasy, that couldn’t be why he was sent for. "But from now on, my son is to be an exception. Do you understand?" He looked up. Soft lips parted in surprise, a shiver of fear over his shoulders, eyes wide with apprehension, and a glimmer of hate in those slate gray orbs. Medora saw it and Azrel saw it. Seka knew they had seen it too though he regained control in an instant, lowered his gaze again and said he did. Medora rose and went up to the slave. Azrel expected his father to hit him but he didn’t. He just put a finger under his chin and made him look at him. "I said, do you understand?" He didn’t even raise his voice. Didn’t change it from that amiable tone he’d kept all along. Still the slave’s reaction was completely different this time. Not a flicker of rebellion in his eyes now. Just complete submission in his whole demeanor. Azrel was impressed and a bit envious at the natural ease with which his father showed his power. He’d wished he had that kind of respect with lesser people. Oh they didn’t dare go against him but to only cast one look at someone like that and… This one had definitely defied him though and kept doing it even though he threatened him, and his father just looked at him and he cowered. And there had been hate in his eyes as he was told that he would have to serve him. Hate? Why? Now if he gladly served the father, was serving the son such an awful thing? His father turned towards him, still holding a finger under the slave’s chin. "Now you can try it whenever you want. As I said he’s not that experienced in this field either but he’ll help you as much as he can. But there are a few things you ought to know…" He turned back to the slave and let go of his chin. "Seka, take your trousers off!" Azrel looked on amused as the slave cast a glance at his master that was simply aghast. Well, what do you know, he actually was shy. "You heard me…" Medora’s order was as unyielding as any and Seka obeyed but his hands was shaking so much he could hardly unfasten the drawstrings of the worn breeches he wore. Finally succeeding he eased them down to the floor as slowly as he could get away with and really wished his cheeks wouldn’t glow quite that much. He couldn’t bear to look at Azrel but knew he found this funny. The bastard, bastards both of them. He was glad that the worn shirt reached halfway down his thighs at least but had a notion this wasn’t going to protect him much, not for long. Medora took him by the arm and took him to the other side of the room where there was a divan placed in front a fire place, he put him in front the head of hit where it curved up in a high arch to support the head. He changed his grip at his arm for a threateningly hard grip at his neck. "Bend over!" He simply ordered and added a bit of pressure to his hand gripping at his neck. But then he let go. Seka would have preferred if he had just used his strength and forced him in the position he wanted him in but he had to stoop to do it voluntarily. He did though, what choice did he have? And not that Lord Medora hadn’t forced him in humiliating positions before but never in front of other eyes. He was glad that they couldn’t see his face now, he couldn’t stop the tears. How come, he thought bitterly, that no matter how many times you thought you’d hit rock bottom you would always sink just a little lower? Azrel looked on with a sort of malicious glee at first still feeling a bit hurt from the slave obviously disliking him. But he felt a twinge of something else too. He felt a bit sorry for him. He came up to them though when his father waved at him to do so. He was curious as well, and a bit aroused he must admit. "Now son, you must realize one thing, they are not women and they don’t work like women. This passage is much tighter and if you are too fast and pushes too hard you can easily damage something…" Medora reached over him, pulled the shirt up, kicked softly at his heels to push his legs further apart and simply parted his ass cheeks for his son to see. Seka pressed his hands into his face to keep himself from sobbing out loud. "You don’t want to do that son, it can get really messy, you wouldn’t believe how much blood can gush out at an injury like that. Now, feel it for yourself, put a finger in!" Azrel and Seka both gasped in unison. Medora put a strong hand at Seka’s back as a warning not to move but kept his gaze on his son. "Well, are you a man or not? Look, you want to put your member in, what difference does a finger make? I do not want you to damage or hurt him so if you want to use him you had better learn how. Come on, it’s not dirty, he keeps himself clean for me!" Azrel got the point but still felt a bit of apprehension doing that, though he brazed himself and laid a finger onto the tightly clenched hole. Seka flinched violently at the light touch but kept still and quiet. His master’s hand still on his back, a warning, but a comfort as well. In his own twisted way, Seka knew Medora wasn’t out to hurt or humiliate him with this. He tried to think of other things as Azrel slowly pushed his index finger inside him. "Oh…" He said looking at his father, "I see. One wonder if it’s really possible?" Medora smiled. "Believe me it is but you have to use a lot of oil to ease the way and you have to ease it in inch by inch, you understand? Letting him adjust with every step. You have to have patience. And I don’t want you to cause him pain either, you hear? If it hurts you pull out and start all over again." Azrel pouted a bit again pulling his finger out drying it on Seka’s shirt. "It’s that complicated ha?" Medora smiled even wider. "I said so, didn’t I? Now if you want to wait in trying this I understand, it’s your choice. It is complicated if you want to do it right. Now you could just plunge into a boy like he was an old whore if you want to but then you will have to find another one than this one. This one you will be careful with, you hear? But believe me, if you are careful and patient there’s a reward. It’s a rare treat son. This one is an even rarer treat. Worth fussing a bit about." Seka listened on amazed; he had never heard his master talk about him like that before. Through the humiliation and the bitterness he couldn’t help feeling a sort of twisted pride. "So… what else? Use oil, be careful, watch his pain, let him guide you if you are unsure but don’t let him take over. You decide, remember that, it’s not his place to make any decisions. You will consider his discomforts but will not let them steer the course. Do you understand?" Azrel nodded. He thought so. "What about his mouth?" He asked. Medora smiled. "No different from a girl’s mouth, not at all, he does the same things." Seka couldn’t stifle the next sob and Medora stroke his back. "But maybe you should just concentrate on one thing at a time ha? You can kiss him but leave the sucking for another time, all right?" Azrel nodded agreement and Seka almost felt a sort of love for his master at that very moment. "Good, then you can send for him any time you feel ready, just let him know a few hours in advance so that he’ll have time to clean up a bit and change into better clothes." "Thank you papa, now was that all? I thought I’d go and look at that new horse…" Medora nodded, smiling tenderly at his son and turned his head in the direction of the door clearly indicating he could go. Medora sat down at the divan next to Seka’s head, sighing he took a hold of his shoulders, turning him around and pulling him into a sitting position next to him. The boy was stiff and tried to hide his face. Flushed and wet from tears. Medora drew him nearer though and embraced him. "Oh come on, was that really so bad?" Seka didn’t answer that. "You’d rather I just sent you in there and him not knowing anything, that would have been something similar to those first times you know. Azrel is a big and strong boy, doesn’t know his own strength. I don’t think you would want to go through that again, now would you?" He agreed reluctantly. "Why at all…?" He asked carefully trying to stop sobbing. "You really don’t like my son ha? And what, may I ask has a slave like you against a young man like my son?" a treacherously mildly asked question. "Oh no Master… oh no, I have nothing at all… who am I too… no, not at all… I wouldn’t dare…" Medora wasn’t finished. "You know, I would consider looking at the members of my family with contempt as a killing offence, do I make myself clear slave!" Seka gasped and froze even more in his embrace, his answer a sorely pathetic whimper. "But I never meant it that way… I… I know I’m far beneath…" Medora didn’t abandon his stern look. "Then what do you mean?" Yes what did he mean? Could he really honestly say that he didn’t hate them all? That he didn’t think them barbarians the way they carried on with all this damn sex? Well, he had to if he wanted to live on. It was a constant mystery within him why he kept making these "life-choices". "It… it’s just that… it was so hard, so hard to get used to… forgive me Master I don’t mean to complain but I wasn’t born into it and it was hard to get used to… you using me… I just don’t know how to cope with going through it again… with a new man… I’m just afraid Master… so scared… about the unknown…" Medora’s face softened. "But it’s not the unknown anymore. One man is pretty much like the other you know… I guess… for someone like you." Seka nodded. "I understand that Master… but my body does not." He silenced; he hadn’t been lying at all. All of this was part of the truth as well. "Well, I’ll tell you what. First my son may never take the offer up, you saw him. His interests changed at once from you to the horses. Maybe he has forgotten the whole thing by now. And if he hasn’t and sends for you, you must go. You understand that much, don’t you? But there’s nothing to be afraid of, he will not abuse you, I did this to assure he would not. And my son is an exception Seka, an exception. No other men are to touch you. Now go and get dressed!" He pushed him mildly out of the embrace and away from the divan. Seka hurriedly and gladly obeyed that order. Getting the trousers on he bowed questioningly at his master as if to ask if he could leave. Medora shook his head. "Not yet, come here!" Medora rose from the divan and met him halfway, towering beside him. "Now if my son sends for you, you will behave! Do you understand? I know you, you little sly devil. You do not manipulate him or take advantage of his inexperience in this. You know what is expected from you and may the Gods help you if you try to sneak out of it by using any trickery…" Seka shook his head frantically as if to deny he would ever even think such thoughts but Medora only laughed. "Oh, don’t you try. I know you. You can’t fool an old fox like me but my son is young and impulsive… Now I trust you to help my son Seka. That’s a trust I wouldn’t put in many slaves in this house. Don’t fail that trust or you’ll find yourself at the receiving end of a bullwhip and out of my favor in an instant and then I’ll sell you to the first brothel in the quarters that are willing to buy a slave severely scarred. Do I make myself clear?" Seka was silent for just a few seconds. "Yes Master, perfectly." He answered meekly and correctly. He understood all right, he’d never been stupid. Unfortunately neither was his owner. He couldn’t help the bitterness flowing through him though and he felt an overwhelming urge to show some of it no matter the consequences. "Master could I… could I say something? Something… rude… something I know I will be punished for?" Lord Medora looked at his slave with a certain amount of surprise. He guessed that was one reason, apart from his apparent beauty, to why it didn’t seem likely he would grow tired of the boy anytime soon. No matter how tamed he was he was not broken. He was obedient and submissive but still managed in some way to be unpredictable. "By all means…" He answered, still a bit taken off guard. Seka looked up then, didn’t look him straight in the eyes, didn’t dare but still looked up and stood before his owner as he would if he had been free like he once was. Not with any disrespect, not as if they had been equals even then but still… for a few seconds there wasn't any slavery in his demeanor. "Once…I was someone’s son too!"

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