Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“You wanted me, Master?” he said, staring at the man seated behind the desk. Master Andreas seemed to be working, his gaze on the holodata in front of him.
“Yes,” the Master said, without even glancing at him. “Come over here. Use your mouth.”
Troy’s stomach dropped. Until now, his employer had never requested this, preferring to just fuck him from behind. Troy had sucked quite a few cocks when he’d hooked up with men, and he didn’t have objections to giving a blowjob. So this should have been a relief.
Then why wasn’t it? Where was this… disappointment coming from? He couldn’t possibly be disappointed because he wasn’t going to get fucked this time, right? Right?
Shaking off the unsettling thought, Troy walked over to the older man and dropped to his knees in front of him.
He unfastened Master Andreas’s pants and pulled out his already hard cock.
Oh.
Troy licked his lips. He’d never seen it this close. It was a great cock, if he were honest. He wished he had a cock this nice. Not that his own cock was small—it wasn’t—but this one was…
“Get on with it,” came an even voice.
Troy got on with it. He started by licking the cock like a giant lollipop, getting used to the taste and feel of it.
He glanced up at Master Andreas from time to time, but the cold bastard hadn’t even stopped reading something on his datapad while Troy sucked his cock, which was… kind of insulting. It pissed Troy off, so he redoubled his efforts, determined to get a reaction.
The cock-sucking part was at least fine. Master Andreas’s cock tasted good. It was nice and big, but not intimidatingly so. It was a perfect size, very nicely shaped too. Troy hummed around the cock in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down the Master’s length, his noises the only sound in the room. He glanced up and saw that Master Andreas was watching him now, though he looked back at his datapad as soon as Troy looked up.
Before Troy could wonder about it, there was a knock on the door.
“Enter,” Master Andreas said.
Troy’s eyes widened. He tried to pull off the cock, but a heavy hand on his head prevented it. “Keep sucking,” Andreas murmured, his attention on the newcomer.
Troy stared at him indignantly, his body turning hot with embarrassment—and some other feeling he couldn’t name. But he did as he was told and went back to sucking, trying to tune out the conversation between Master Andreas and the other Master—Master Zaid.
Fuck, what must he look like, on his knees in front of Master Andreas’s chair, sucking his cock in the presence of another man? He’d never felt so emasculated. He felt like a thing. A cock warmer.
“Nice,” Master Zaid commented idly and it took Troy a moment to realize he was talking about him. “Will you share, Andreas? I could use a mouth around my cock, too.”
Troy tensed. Strictly speaking, a Master could share their servant’s services with another: it wasn’t prohibited by the contract.
It was fine. It would be fine. There was no reason for his stomach to be churning like this. What difference did it make, really? A cock was a cock.
But no matter what he told himself, the small, stupid part of him that had once dreamed of being chosen by a Master as an apprentice shied away from the idea of being such an insignificant thing that his Master could just lend it to another. It was fucking stupid and irrational; Troy knew that. But that didn’t change how he felt.
Master Andreas buried his fingers in Troy’s hair and tugged slightly, making him look up. Dark eyes studied him intently, fingers stroking the bulge of his own cock through Troy’s cheek.
“Should I lend you to Master Zaid?” Andreas said in a quiet, casual voice, as if wondering aloud, but his expression was sharp. There was something in those brown eyes that made Troy think that he wasn’t as indifferent toward the idea as he appeared.
Troy wanted to say no. He wanted to, but he knew it wasn’t really a question. He’d signed away his right to say yes or no. Besides, if he said that, Master Zaid would likely take offense—and he was infamous in High Hronthar for his cruelty and wicked sense of humor. You wouldn’t want him as your enemy.
So he allowed his instincts to guide him: he let Andreas’s cock slip out of his mouth and pressed his cheek against it, looking at his Master from under his lowered eyelashes. He dragged his lips against the leaking length. I want your cock, Master, he thought as loudly as he could, hoping he would pick up his thoughts. Just yours.
Master Andreas’s nostrils flared.
He pushed his cock back into Troy’s waiting mouth. “I require his services myself, Zaid,” he said, his fingers burying in Troy’s hair and pushing him onto his cock. His dark gaze remained on Troy, not sparing Master Zaid even a glance.