The slaves had never been given a name. Not by their mothers, instructors, teachers...all slaves were to be anonymous and invisible. His master had summoned him by saying "You!! With the brown eyes". Never a name. A designation and a description, that was what he'd been given in order to be identified. He was told during slave training that he was never going to be important, merely chattel. These details were not mentioned often but enough to warrant the boy never forget. He was as important as an empty box, sand, a piece of used parchment.
The other six would call him BEB (brown-eyed-boy) despite the fact three others had brown eyes. All the seven had 'names' though they were never uttered outside the pillow room.
Since his master's brother had returned to his own realm things in the castle had taken a dramatic change. Soldiers were seen more often, some in full armor. The castle guards had doubled, even some slaves were added to household security services. The dungeon he had been told had been emptied. One day the kitchen slave was told to stop supplying food to those cells.
Slaves had been appointed specific duties and stations, no more rotations from one department to another.
The seven were given speaking privileges as well as the run of the castle. Their jewelry identified them as slaves from the Lord's private chambers, so mostly they were shunned. At first. It didn't take long until they were treated like every other slave. And
rumors were rampant. Mostly frivolous but a few brought concern to their master's face.
The main question became who exactly do the seven slaves talk to? It was narrowed down to slaves working in the receiving areas, especially those from the outer lands.
BEB was sent back to the schooling center to get refresher lessons on several sexual activities. Master Ramos had chosen only the activities in which BEB excelled. The brown eyed slave was to listen, to eavesdrop on conversations and to not get caught because school's punishment was hair-raising. A coded message was sent to Ramos on the returning tax cart each week.
To leave the school, the guards were more lax since BEB was an alumnus., frequent sex was all that was needed. BEB was more than happy to comply. The castle however wasn't so easy to breech. After giving his ass to everyone working the loading docks each day he was able to sneak in. His worry was dripping seed after those tolls were met. The washrooms in the castle had been cleared of all douche paraphernalia, his plug helped.
Today the brown-eyed-boy-turned-spy discovered some scary news he needed to report. He had to leave the capital city; all slaves were being interrogated. . The rumors were that messages are being sneaked from here to the king' sons with some regularity. Those whom the king now considered enemies were betraying him.
The brown eyed boy had reluctantly sought the help of one of the school guards.
"I need to get home. Can you help me?"
The guard saw BEB walking his way, in anticipation he displayed a stiff brown cock. The brown eyed sex slave loved this freeman's cock. The sweat from the day under what he was now forced to wear was almost too hard to bear. He seeded himself while servicing this beautiful cock. He knew he'd miss it.
The guard hesitated. "You're who they're searching for." BEB. lowered his head. First rule learned from his new master 'when you're not sure what to say. Shut the fuck up'
"You've been going into the castle haven't you?"
The guard stood, hand on the handle of a long dagger, BEB froze. Felt himself tremble.
"Yes but....to see one of the nobles....he said he'd turn me over...... to the interrogators .....if I didn't stay .....with him. I'm scared, I want to go home to Master Ramos " he decided to take a chance and drop the master's name.
The guard softened. "I'll fuck you one last time, both holes!! And then I'll get you on the evening cart"
BEB was almost immediately on his knees grinning at the guard who had become a friend.
"Ass first!"
BEB stood to offer his ass.
"Not yours, mine!!"
The slave positioned himself and only hoped the guard had wiped well. As he began rimming the hole he tasted a flavor completely new to him.
"It's pomegranate, my housemate likes it. He sometimes puts in a whole container and sucks it all out. Have to jack off when he does that. Love the tongue fucking!" BEB decided this would be the best ass eating this freeman had ever gotten. His tongue became quite used to the strange taste; he repeated "Mmm....mmm" often enough to get the big man to start edging himself. Slurping and sucking the man's asshole was actually enjoyable. BEB was used to the other six sex slaves grinding into his face with their asses. This man just relaxed and enjoyed.
The guard turned around and put his stiff cock in the slave's mouth. His cock wasn't able to reach his throat, but BEB groaned and pretended to gag. The man was encouraged to fuck this slave's mouth hard and fast.
BEB savored the salty precum and just wished he had more time to really enjoy this.
Grabbing his cock from BEB's mouth the man began jacking furiously, still having left the head of his cock in the slave's mouth. In a matter of minutes a load of seed filled the sex slave's mouth. The man groaned and shoved his cock back in. The guard's load was pushed down BEB's throat.
"No way can I get your ass now. I'm beat "
BEB was disappointing, he now needed to shoot his own load.
Exiting the capital city went much smoother than he thought it would. Wearing a hooded cloak his jewels had all been removed or disguised.
His dick was still waiting for relief. He wanted to jack off but was surrounded by freemen and slaves, all cloaked. He put his hand on his crotch hoping to dampen the growing uncomfortable urge to release the contents of his balls.
Nodding in a weak attempt to doze, he noticed a slave who was unashamedly jacking under his cloak. The driver, without looking back into the cart blurted out "All clear!!"
Three cloaks were opened and stiff dicks were all being jacked as the other passengers seemed to pay no notice. Joining his cart mates , BEB seized the opportunity and did the same. While the others threw their cloaks open, BEB opened only enough that his dick was clear to jack off. The others who were unashamed grinned at each other and one was invited to take a freeman's cock into his mouth while he finished himself plus claimed a mouthful of the freeman's seed. Seeing this, BEB shot his load all over his mostly closed cloak.
"Nothing to clean up?" The slave opposite BEB asked, his tongue sticking out enticingly. Licking his fingers himself he then offered one to the other slave. They grinned the 'happy grin' and both closed their eyes in an effort to sleep.
The bumpy ride took two days to finally reach Ramos's main city. The ride was at times arduous but during the trip BEB sucked everyone including the driver and fucked two of the other slaves. He was jonesing to get into his master's bed with the other six but knew he should report first.
Ramos sat on his terrace, red head bobbing in his lap, iced-tea-boy's seed just having been jerked into his hand.
"Why back so soon?"
"They were starting interrogations, I was afraid I'd sound suspicious or something worse. But there is much I observed and overheard "
Ramos waved the boy to his knees. As soon as his knees touched the floor, the room attendant brought him a pillow to kneel upon.
"Things have changed here, too" the brown eyed boy smiled while speaking.
The seven had been given speaking privileges, something they never expected but enjoyed. Ramos was astonished at how much he enjoyed the sometimes idle conversations he and the seven would have. His feelings were conflicted. These slaves were actual boys with feelings and a broad curious nature.
"Go on. Go on!!"
"The nobles are upset with the king. His irrational behavior the foremost issue. There must have been twelve nobles and assistants hanging in his plaza. One at great height with an iron bar sticking out of his butt. . I wasn't able to overhear much as to why, but all the slaves in the castle were worried. It seemed some had simply disappeared "
"Maybe to the dungeon?" Ramos offered in explanation.
"The kitchen server was told no more food was needed in the dungeon. Everyone thinks it's empty" BEB dropped his head in conclusion.
"There is one more thing. It's Zella, master. I fear he's working against you."
Ramos signaled his room attendant. "Marshram"
The attendant left.
Ramos tapped the red head bobbing in his lap.
Mildly surprised the slave rose and knelt on a pillow. A red pillow. Ramos held his arms out to the brown eyed boy; when the young slave approached Ramos gestured for him to take the red haired boy's place in his lap, sucking his cock.
While being schooled Ramos was told many times he was being groomed to reside at the palace of his father. He was told it was the greatest of honors. To stay in the kings chambers was a privilege only his sons had attained.
To be the masters favored cock sucker made one a god in his own right. In Ramos's mind he had just 'knighted' the brown eyed boy into the history of his reign.
The red haired boy did not share that feeling.
The room attendant returned with Marshram who as usual dressed down to meet with the Lord of the realm. He took a seat when Ramos offered.
"What of Zella?"
"Sire ?"
"I'm told his name was being rumored in my father's castle."
Marshram paled. "I have no knowledge of this, My Lord"
Ramos signaled the red headed boy to attend Marshrams apparent stiffness. Showing no outward jealousy the slave was burning with it. Marshram moved to dismiss the boy slave, then remembered how his Lord took offense to his gifts being rebuked . The red headed boy sat on the odd looking cock. Still not having found the right position to avoid his innards being bashed about by the misshapen cock.
Marshrams orgasm arrived slowly, his obvious nervousness a hindrance. The red haired boy turned to clean the crooked cock, silently asking permission to proceed . Marshram smiled and the red headed boy made as much noise as possible sucking out every last drop and licking the whole crotch clean. A finger angled towards the noble's ass. Marshram politely and silently declined the offering.
The brown eyed boy took his master's nine inches easily. He held in place on purpose to show Ramos his adulation, his gratitude. He knew the honor this represented. He feared retribution from his fellow slaves. But then everyone of them had had master's cock in their mouth at some time or other.
"I'll see what I can find out. I know he's just changed his attendant slave......"
The red haired boy stood and looked at his master. "He traded with Ceros, master"
Ramos's interest piqued. "Now we know for sure. His long time attendant is trying to learn Ceros plans while Zella himself is interrogating Cero's attendant".
Marshram rose, "I'll see to this. What shall I do with Zella.?"
"Well I'm sure he fears the plaza; his plan might have been clever if it wasn't so obvious "
Ramos smiled and signaled for the red hair slave boy to join him.
"Maybe we should just surveil for a while"
"Yes, ok. But if he makes any kind of move to leave the citadel stop him" Ramos said and Marshram left.
gesturing to the red haired boy, "Join this boy in tending to my cock".
The two boys were delighted. In minutes Ramos's legs were above his head and the slave boys were taking turns rimming and tongue fucking their master.
After a long tongue bath and fucking, the slave boys ended up on the nine inch cock. Taking turns sucking the cock and licking the balls, the boys were having a great time. At some point Ramos had waved for the other five to join. His ass being eaten, cock sucked and then five lined up to fuck their master's mouth.
Ramos whispered to himself 'please!! if there are gods, never take this from me'
He was sure he imagined a voice saying 'You'll have to work for it even though you don't deserve it'.
The boys were laughing at how their seed was running down Ramos's chin, and all trying to lick the master's face clean. Ramos didn't cum, not for edging but for worrying.
