The first thing Lukas became aware of was that he was lying on something very comfortable. The next was how much his body hurt all over. He tried stretching to get some relief and his body protested the action. His eyelids felt leaden as he tried to open them to get some bearing on where he was. Slowly he opened them and took in his surroundings. He was in his bed, in his room at Steven’s. He turned to find his phone to see what time it was, but saw a glass of water calling to him first. It was the heaviest glass he had ever lifted as he drank down the contents. How had he ended up in his bed?
The last thing he had remembered was his body in pain all over, barely able to breath, hanging watching his master masturbate, waiting for a reward and then blackness. He thought he had known pain, his time with his master having expanded his understanding of it. Yesterday, if it was in fact a new day, had taught him that he had been sorely mistaken. His body felt broken, as he laid in bed he still felt a slight sting on his back from the whipping, his muscles still burned with the stress of the cross. Laying in bed, his eyes still closed, he worked his muscles slowly tensing and relaxing trying to get them to loosen up a bit, perhaps then he wouldn’t feel so bad.
Slowly his body began to feel better and he shifted position to try and relieve the sting from his back. His eyes shot open when he moved. Not from pain, he realized that his body felt clean. All day yesterday he had been covered in dried fluid and fresh sweat and now he felt none of the tightness on his skin. He pulled the cover back and lightly ran his hand over his face and chest. Not a trace of what he had been covered in before remained, a faint odor of soap was still present. Had he showered? Had his master bathed him? He had no memory of it, his last memory being on the cross sure he was about to die. He wasn’t even sure how or when he had gotten down from the cross. His hand brushed over a whip mark from yesterday and he inhaled from the light sting.
He stayed there on his side in bed for awhile. Wanting nothing more than wrap himself in the blankets and let his body recover. His mind told him that, that was not allowed. Steven would expect more from him and he had to get up and serve his master. Finally he found his phone and looked. Eleven thirty on the twenty sixth. This information really didn’t help Lukas, he had no idea when they had gone to the dungeon, how long he had been down there, when he had been put to bed. It could have been six hours or twelve hours ago and Lukas wouldn’t have known.
Finally he pulled the covers back, swung his legs out and raised slowly to make his way to his bathroom for a fresh shower. He took one step and realized then that his plug had been placed back in its home. By the time he made it to the bathroom his dick was half hard. Despite the aches and pains, his toy provided a constant reminder of pleasure. He looked at himself in the mirror, on his chest and torso he saw three very distinct marks from the whipping, and as he looked at his back as best he could, he saw more of the same. The marks were red a few raised in places, but despite his feeling at the time that he had been sliced open there was no sign anywhere that that had happened. He smiled internally a bit at realizing his master had known exactly how hard he could strike Lukas without leaving permeant damage or injuring him. Finally he turned on the shower, making the water as hot as he could stand, he showered, letting the hot water help relax his muscles. After drying, he made his way to make his bed. The toy a constant, stimulating presence, he ignored it the best he could.
He grabbed his empty water glass and made his way out into the apartment. He expected to see his master sitting having coffee, if not at the table then in his chair in the living area. However it was empty and quiet. He felt parched so he got another glass of water feeling some relief as he finished it, realizing he was hungry as well. He was about to go to the fridge and see what he could eat when he noticed a sticky note on the microwave. On the note, in Steven’s ever neat writing was the word ‘Food’ on it. He pulled the note off and opened the microwave to see a plate of French Toast and bacon on it. His stomach growled at the sight of it so he set the microwave to reheat his food. While it heated he got some fruit and yogurt ready for himself with some orange juice as well. Everything ready he took it to the table to eat, being sure to place a paper towel on his chair to make sure not to make a mess.
The meal helped him greatly, he was starting to feel a bit normal after he ate. Still sore, but the stinging was dissipating, and he felt more awake. After cleaning up, he turned to the still empty apartment. He had no idea where his master was. He could be upstairs sleeping, but then why was there food ready for him? Perhaps Steven had eaten and gone back to bed, but that didn’t sound like something he would do. Perhaps he was working out and Lukas should join him. His muscles seemed to scream at him for even thinking that was a possibility. It was the day after Christmas, perhaps Steven had gone to work and wouldn’t be returning until later in the day.
Lukas searched for a note, a clue, anything that would tell him where Steven was and what was expected of him. Alas, all that he had found was that one sticky note on the microwave, he did find a gift wrapped on the coffee table, but knew better than to touch it. He padded over to the bottom of the stairs that lead to Steven’s room. Should he go up and see if his master was asleep? Should he call up and see? What was he to do, his mind raced, knowing if he made a wrong decision it would end with more punishment. Punishment that his body knew he would not be able to handle. Several minutes he stood, silently, at the bottom of those stairs trying to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided that Steven wasn’t home, it was not like him to sleep in or take a nap. He was a slave to his master and his master had expectations, so he decided to clean.
He moved about slowly at first, body still aching, but over time his body began feeling better and better as he continued to move and loosen his muscles. He vacuumed, scrubbed, dusted, organized any and everything he could think needed done in the apartment he did. It took him well into the afternoon but he finally finished. He had worked up a light sweat from his work and thought it best to rinse off so he was fresh and clean for when his master did arrive. He trimmed and shaved himself to make himself as pristine as he could, like he knew Steven liked. Finally everything done he settled into his spot next to the coffee table, position three of course, and waited.
He sat, mind drifting, not lingering or focusing on any one thing for very long. Sometimes it was the ache of his balls, feeling full and ready to burst. Other times, his cries and tears of pain from yesterday. Others trying to figure out, anticipate what Steven would want or need, of how he could please his master. At some point he didn’t know when he had fallen asleep, sitting and drifting through thoughts that did not linger.
As he woke up he felt a small smile come to his face. He had sat for awhile drifting in thoughts. Not focusing on one thought in particular, letting them come as they pleased and letting them drift away just as easily. He was letting go of his lingering thoughts, not dwelling on them or thinking too deeply. Maybe it was from Steven’s words yesterday, maybe it was from the pain of the punishments, maybe it was a combination of the two. He didn’t know and felt no need to try and figure it out.
He took note of the time and realized it was getting late. Allen would normally have arrived by now to cook dinner but there was no sign of him. He knew Steven would be hungry when he got home. He had seen several cook books over his time in this apartment so he went to them and started looking through them after taking stock of what was available to cook with. He found a simple recipe for a roasted thyme and lemon chicken with potatoes and roasted vegetables all cooked in the same pan. He thought it was simple enough and set about preparing and roasting the dish. Once he had the dish in the oven, he prepared the table and then simply sat in position waiting. He would get up every so often to check on his meal, making sure it was cooking properly. He had to admit to himself that it at least smelled good as the apartment filled with the aroma of the roasting dish. Still he always returned to his spot, in position, waiting, drifting thoughts coming and going nothing lasting long, no dwelling. He felt happy and content to just be, to just be waiting for his master.
When the dish was finally ready, Steven still hadn’t returned so he lowered the temperature of the oven, covered to dish so it didn’t dry out and returned to waiting. It was shortly after he did this and was in position that he heard the elevator. Lukas didn’t know why, didn’t ponder what made him do it, but he crawled over to the elevator to greet his master.
The doors opened and all Lukas could see was Steven’s legs from about his thigh down. Steven paused briefly before stepping forward and stopping in front of Lukas. Lukas reached out and untied Steven’s dress shoes before slipping them off of each foot as Steven lifted each in turn. Steven turned and walked to the living room, placing his bag next to his chair. Lukas remained where he was.
“Dinner is prepared?”
“Yes master.”
“And what have you prepared?”
“Roasted thyme and lemon chicken with potatoes and root vegetables master.”
“The apartment is cleaned?”
“Yes master.”
“Very well then come.”
Lukas turned and began crawling towards the living room before he realized that Steven was headed for his stairs. Lukas crawled after him, keeping up with him but also keeping a respectful distance behind his master. When he got to the top he noticed that Steven had stopped and was standing at the end of the bed facing away from it. Again not knowing why and not questioning it, Lukas crawled to his master’s feet, kissed his socked feet. He then stood and not making eye contact he unbuttoned his master’s shirt, removed it placing it nicely on the bed. He then unbuckled Steven’s belt, removed it and placed it next to the shirt. He undid the pants next, Steven lifting each leg in turn so that he could get them off, placing them also neatly on the bed. Steven’s socks and undershirt came next, Lukas restraining himself from touching the beauty that stood in front of him and restraining the whimper of delight he felt building from this act. Finally Lukas pulled Steven’s underwear down, again pushing any delight away as Steven’s dick came free. Even flaccid it was beautiful and huge but Lukas would not focus on it. He simply placed the underwear on the bed neatly along with all the other garments, before returning to his position at his master’s feet.
“The dress clothes get hung in that closet neatly for dry cleaning. The socks, underwear and undershirt go in the hamper in the same closet. The belt gets placed in this closet in its spot.” Steven said this only turning and pointing out the different areas. Lukas didn’t respond but he understood. He got up and completed the tasks as instructed and once complete returned.
“Come.” Lukas crawled after Steven as he made his way to the bathroom. Steven went to the toilet and Lukas took up a position behind him. He allowed himself only a second to marvel at the round, fit ass that stood before him. Lukas heard as Steven relieved himself and opened the shower, turning on the water. Once up to temperature Steven stepped in but did not close it.
“I will need cleaned Lukas.”
“Yes master.” Lukas’ heart picked up it’s pace at the mere idea of bathing his master. Lukas crawled to the shower and entered. He stood and watched as the warm water glistened and ran down Steven’s perfect body. He wanted to stand there, take in the sight, linger in the beauty of it all, the closeness to his master but he knew better now and set about his job. First he washed Steven’s hair, before putting in conditioner. Then he lathered up a luffa, taking his time to ensure his master’s body was clean. As much as he wanted to linger in certain areas he did not allow himself to do so. This was his job, to clean his master, it wasn’t his job to get enjoyment out of it. Once rinsed Lukas lowered himself into position as Steve rinsed his hair and washed his face, turning off the water.
Lukas exited the shower, grabbing a towel and drying his master. Once he was dried, Steven took the towel and wrapped it around his waste. Lukas was about to grab a towel and dry himself off, thought better of it and simply lowered himself into position. He heard a chuckle come from Steven as he stood at his sink.
“You may dry yourself Lukas. No need for you to be wet and cold let alone drip water all over the apartment.” Lukas grabbed the towel and dried, hanging it up again before returning to position. Once Steven was done, he turned and exited the bathroom, Lukas following not needing to be told to come. He went to the end of the bed and waited as Steven grabbed a pair of mesh shorts and a muscle tee to put on. They then headed downstairs, Lukas crawling after, still struggling to crawl down the stairs with any ease.
Steven said nothing simply went and sat at the dinning table. Lukas crawled to the kitchen before rising and getting the food out of the oven and plating it. He placed the plates on the table and dropped into position on the floor.
“I am assuming we are having wine with this dinner Lukas?”
“What would you like master?”
“You prepared the dish, so choose the wine that goes with it.”
“Yes master.’ Lukas felt his heart hammering away in his chest. He didn’t know wine, didn’t know how things paired together. He could make a wrong decision and regret it. As he made his way to choose a wine, his mind cleared a bit coming into focus for the first time that day. He did know wine, Steven had made him read books on it. He knew what tasted good, knew what was to be paired with what from his reading. He selected a light crisp white wine that he knew would pair well. Opened it and poured two glasses, dropping into position once completed.
“Please join me for the meal Lukas.” Lukas obeyed, felt a moment of relief before feeling a wave of anxiety wash through him. He had never cooked something like this before, what if it wasn’t good and Steven didn’t like it. He had followed the recipe and it had smelled good while cooking but smell and taste were two different things. He decided that he had done the best that he could and he would suffer any consequences that came. Still he was nervous as he took his first bite, watching out of the corner of his eye to see any reaction from Steven. As they ate in silence, Lukas watched, waited, anticipated something coming from Steven but Steven being who he was betrayed nothing. He simply ate and drank his wine. Lukas having to refill both their glasses throughout the meal. Lukas thought the meal tasted very good himself but nothing came from Steven. He simply got up and went to his chair with his wine after finishing. Lukas felt nervous the entire time he cleaned up not knowing how Steven felt. He realized there was quite a bit of food leftover, which he saved, determining that he would find some way to use this food for another meal.
Lukas grabbed his wine and the wine bottle and made his way to the living room. He filled both glasses and took up his position. Quietly waiting as Steven worked on his iPad.
“I suppose you are waiting for my reaction to the meal. That meal……What to say about that meal…..” Lukas felt his nerves come alive, fear creeping in as he waited for the next words. “That meal was adequate Lukas. A good first attempt at something like that. The chicken wasn’t dry and nothing was under or over cooked to be honest. However, you need not be afraid of salt. That is a mistake most people make when cooking. Salt is your friend when cooking. I will say that your wine education is paying off, it was a perfect pairing.”
“Th…. Thank you master.” Lukas felt relief wash through him. He would take adequate as a compliment right now. He would try and get better at cooking. He’d practice at home on his roommates to get better.
Steven returned to his iPad and they sat in silence finishing the wine. Lukas took the glasses to the kitchen and washed, dried and returned them to their proper spot. He crawled back to his position and sat silently. A short time later, Steven put his iPad away.
“Let us head to bed Lukas. I have quite a bit of work to do tomorrow and I think we could both use a good nights rest. Do you feel you need your cage back on Lukas, or do you feel you can control yourself?”
“I can control myself master.”
“Very well then off to bed.” With that said Steven headed to the stairs and Lukas crawled to his room.
As he drifted off to sleep, Lukas was happy and proud of himself. He had not had any long lingering thoughts that day. He had taken care of everything that had needed done. He had anticipated what Steven had wanted and completed it without being told. He had even gotten to clean his master which he knew he could do everyday and never tire of it.
He awoke in the dark and looked at his phone to see what time it was. Five minutes before his alarm was due to go off. He got up and got ready for their run. Waiting patiently in the door way as Steven made his way down ready to go. No words said, they just simply left and went on their traditional run. Jeffery doing his customary job as they left and arrived.
Once back, Steven pressed the button for the workout floor. Lukas stripped, handing over his clothes, heading out without a word to do his duty. He worked out as hard as he could, he still felt some lingering aches. None the less when he was finished he was sweating. He knew it was a sunny day so he headed up the elevator readying himself to be taken in by his master.
When the elevator doors opened, Lukas first saw Allen in the kitchen cooking. A little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to keep practicing his cooking. He let it go, Steven needed to get to work and had no time to wait for Lukas to finish working out before eating. Lukas, dropped and started to crawl so he could stand in the sunlight letting his master take in his fit, glistening body.
“As much as I would love to take in the sight of you, I have no time to waste today. Please shower and return for breakfast.”
Lukas felt a little disheartened at those words but understood that his master had a busy day ahead and needed to focus on that. So he showered returned and ate his breakfast all the while noticing that Allen hadn’t left which was a bit unusual. Once they were finished Allen cleaned the table and the kitchen. Steven put down his iPad.
“Lukas, I have asked Allen to spend the day with you teaching you a bit about cooking so that you can become better. You will listen and take notes.”
“Yes master.” With that Steven nodded his head at Lukas and left for the day. Lukas on instinct crawled to his position, noticing a note pad and pen on the coffee table. He sat in position as Allen finished up and made his way to Steven’s chair.
Lukas felt uncomfortable as Allen sat. It wasn’t Allen’s chair to sit in, it was Steven’s. He felt that Allen should have sat on the couch, or grabbed a chair and brought it to the living room, should have sat anywhere really but where he sat. Allen must have noticed his discomfort.
“Something seems to be on your mind, what is it?”
“Nothing sir.”
“Come now, you can share your thoughts with me.” Lukas hesitated.
“I don’t think you should sit there, I think you should sit on the couch.”
“Ah defending your master’s territory I see. Very well let us sit on the couch then.” Allen stood and moved to the couch. Lukas didn’t move a muscle.
“I said to join me on the couch.”
“My master did not give me permission to do such a thing. I will remain in my place.”
“Fine, fine, but I won’t teach to the side of your head. At least move to the end of the coffee table so we may face each other.” Lukas couldn’t disagree with that, so he moved to the opposite end of the coffee table furtherest away from Steven’s chair. It just didn’t seem right to even think of entering that space. Finally in position, Allen started.
“Salt, Acid, Heat and Fat. Those are really the key things to all cooking. You can get salt from a variety of sources, salt of course, but soy sauce, fish sauce lots of things. Acid, vinegar, citrus fruits even buttermilk. Heat, frying, sautéing, braising, baking, roasting, there are lots of ways to get heat to food. Fat, ah fat the thing that we all find so appetizing. Fat from butter, milk and cheese, fat from meat is always good if cooked and handled correctly. Would bacon taste as good if it didn’t have fat on it? What of the saltiness of it? You see Lukas these key things are the basis of all good cooking. If you understand them and how to use them, how to balance them you can take any dish from ok to wonderful. Lets go through some of what I’m talking about.”
Lukas nodded along, listening intently, writing notes as fast as he could to try and capture it all as Allen talked. All morning Lukas wrote as Allen talked. So much knowledge flowing to Lukas he started to feel overwhelmed by everything, when suddenly Allen stopped talking. He looked up and saw Allen staring at him. Allen seemed to be in a trance for a moment before he blinked a few times.
“Ah….well……Yes all this talk of food has started to make me hungry. What say we take a short break and test some of your knowledge?”
“Um, yeah ok that sounds good I could eat something.”
They headed to the kitchen and Allen started pulling things out of the cupboards and refrigerator, a lot of things. More things than Lukas thought could possibly go in any single meal.
“Very well, here we have several ingredients. Put them all together and they’d taste like shit no?”
“Yes I’d think so.” Lukas laughed along with Allen.
“Yes, garbage. But you choose the right set of ingredients and you end up with something wonderful. Miss one of those ingredients and while it would probably be edible and taste alright it wouldn’t have the same effect. Switch out some ingredients for others and you end up with a totally different dish. Mix and match to get something else. You see the ingredients, they become your paints. You choose one base as your canvas and then you choose the paints to go on that canvas. Combine them just right and you end up with a master piece. Combine them the wrong way and you may end up with a Jackson Pollock. Beautiful to some but nonsense to others, understand?”
“Yes, I do. Get them just right Picasso, get them wrong garbage, get them mixed up it could be a mess or it could be alright.” Lukas smiled at Allen. Allen reached out patting him on his back.
“Yes indeed my boy. You learn very quickly. Now lets see what we can make and learn some knife skills.” Allen’s hand lingered on Lukas’ back, before he slowly started rubbing his shoulder. “Knife skills are key. Anyone can cut anything up with a knife. But half a dish taste actually comes from how it looks. We are a very visual creature and if it looks good it can actually make it taste good.” Allen continued to rub Lukas’ back for a moment before he pulled his hand away to grab two knives and two cutting boards.
Lukas didn’t know what to make of Allen’s touching. He didn’t think it meant anything much, perhaps a friendly gesture was all it was. But he had become so used to not being touched by anyone but Steven that it made him feel weird. He pushed it away. Allen was friendly and was probably just trying to show a little affection to Lukas with the touch.
They set about with knife work. Allen taking Lukas through the differences between mincing, dicing and julienning. Showed him how to hold a chef’s knife and use it’s design to his advantage. Allen had decided lettuce would be the canvas and walked Lukas through how different ingredients would add different layers of flavor and complexity to a simple salad. Walked him though how adding this cheese or that cheese could help a salad, compliment a salad or overwhelm the salad. Finally they made six different dressings so Lukas could see how different ingredients could come together. He showed Lukas how to season a chicken breast and a piece of beef properly. Lukas thought they both had way too much salt on them from his point of view but he said nothing.
A simple salad with protein was their lunch. Lukas trying both so he could tell the differences in the ingredients. He was shocked that the meat didn’t taste salty at all despite his early worries. He had to admit that they had taken some simple ingredients and combined them into salads that had flavor and taste in every bite. Finished Lukas grabbed the plates and cleaned up the kitchen. As he was finishing Allen walked up beside him, placed his hand across Lukas’ back, resting on his hip.
“I must say Lukas you do truly listen and learn. One of the best I have probably seen.”
“Thank you.” Lukas felt his nerves when Allen had placed his hands on him. Again he brushed it off. Allen was being friendly and the gesture was surely meant to be a hug, but since he had been facing the sink, it was the best Allen could do. Still Lukas felt Allen’s hand had lingered a bit longer than necessary on his bare hip.
They headed back to the living room where Allen continued his lesson. Lukas was glad for the pen and notebook. There was no way he would ever be able to remember half of what Allen was teaching him. All afternoon Allen taught and Lukas listened and took notes. Every so often they would venture to the kitchen so Allen could demonstrate something for Lukas. Or to allow Lukas to try doing something. Or for Lukas to see how things came together. Each time Allen would rest a hand on Lukas’ body longer than he was comfortable with and each time Lukas would brush it off.
Finally as the afternoon started growing late.
“I think that is enough for today. Before I depart tell me what you plan to make for dinner.” Lukas thought for a moment.
“We have left over chicken and some vegetables. I think I will use that to make a first course of a simple soup. Master loves fish and he has the ingredients for a French poached fish. So I will make that with a side of warm wilted spinach salad, which should all pair nice with a refreshing white wine.”
Allen smiled deeply at Lukas.
“My boy you truly are impressive. Come show me in the kitchen which ingredients you want to use in all those dishes this evening so that I can make sure they will work.”
They headed to the kitchen. Lukas walked through his list, writing down what he said so he would remember. Allen corrected a few small things to help Lukas. As Lukas said the last ingredient for his spinach salad he turned to see Allen beaming at him. Allen stepped up to Lukas and embraced him in a tight hug. There was no way Lukas could miss the erection he felt pressing into his own groin area. He suddenly felt very aware of his own nakedness, an unusual feeling given how long he had been without clothes but Allen’s familiarity and closeness brought it into stark relief. As the embrace lingered Lukas heard.
“I believe my lessons have earned me the right for a reward.” Allen’s breath heavy in Lukas’ ear.
“I don’t believe my master gave me permission for that.” Lukas said as he pulled away from Allen.
“No, I suppose he didn’t, but an old man like me has to try every once in a while.” Allen responded with a slight smile on his face. “We can keep this between us. No need for Steven to know.”
“I don’t think that’s possible. I keep no secrets from my master.”
“Very well, do what you must and I’ll deal with what comes after. Good luck my boy, we’ll do more training soon I am sure.” Allen turned and left without another word.
Lukas stood for a moment, processing what had just happened and then he felt dirty. While Allen wasn’t ugly, older yes but not ugly he felt violated and dirty from all the touching and the lingering hug. He ran to his bathroom and made the water scorching hot and scrubbed multiple times to get the dirt off himself.
Feeling slightly cleaner, Lukas returned to the kitchen, noted the time and knew he had to hurry to get dinner ready in time for Steven’s return. He set about his task, using all his skills learned that day and prepared dinner.
Just as he was placing the fish in the oven he heard the elevator. Taking in the kitchen that he had cleaned as he cooked he felt good and rushed to the elevator to be in place for Steven’s arrival. Not a moment later the doors opened and Steven’s legs stepped into Lukas’ view. He removed the shoes as required.
“How long until dinner is ready?”
“About 20 min, master.”
Steven headed for the stairs with no further words. Lukas crawled after, following. Upstairs, Lukas repeated his tasks as the day before. Once in the shower, Lukas felt a growing horniness and felt his dick start to get hard. He was finding it hard not to allow horniness to creep in as he washed his master. His perfect body before him, scrubbing his muscles, his manhood was charging him up. He snapped at himself, this wasn’t a reward, it wasn’t sexual, this was a task to be completed, nothing more. He made his mind drift away from those thoughts, focused on ensuring his master was cleaned properly. Allowing his dick to do what it wanted, that was fine as long as he didn’t focus on it.
They headed back down to dinner after the shower was completed and Steven had dressed. Lukas noted the time and realized they had made it back just in time. He headed to the kitchen, removed the fish and plated the first course.
Steven did not speak during the meal, but Lukas caught him pausing every so often and lingering on a bit of the meal. Once they were finished Lukas cleaned up and returned to his spot with the last of the wine. They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity to Lukas as they finished their wine. Lukas dutifully washing and drying the glasses before returning to his spot. Head downcast he waited for any sign from Steven.
“That meal was excellent Lukas. You clearly took your instructions from Allen very seriously and learned a lot in a short amount of time.”
“Thank you master.” Lukas whispered out as he raised his head to meet Steven’s eyes. Joy, shame, happiness all washed through him as he made eye contact with Steven.
“There is something on your mind Lukas, please share it.”
“I am truly honored by your praise of the meal master. However, I must share that Allen was very intimate during our time together today, sir.”
“Intimate? Intimate in what way?”
“He touched me a lot and his hands always lingered longer than I felt necessary.”
“Lukas as my slave you will be touched by others. As long as they do not do anything that I have not given them permission to do, they are fine to touch you. You should be honored that your physique and beauty attracts others.”
Lukas let this statement wash over him. He had thought only his master had permission to touch him. And what “others” were there to come? How would he feel being handled by others? Still the request Allen had sought at the end didn’t feel appropriate.
“There is something else that happened, what was it Lukas?”
“Allen asked for a “reward” from me at the end for all the education he had taught me today master.”
“Meaning he expected you to give him some form of sexual favor? Was that your understanding Lukas?”
“Yes master.”
“I see. Well, so you understand a few things, touching is ok as long as it’s not trying to sexually stimulate you. If someone tries stroking your dick, fingering your ass that is not allowed unless I have deemed it so. If someone touches your dick or ass briefly that is ok. Sexual advances are not tolerated. I will always let you know before hand if someone else has been given permission to do anything sexual to you, do you understand?”
“Yes master.” Lukas realized that this new information didn’t bother him. He after all was an escort before coming under Steven’s tutelage, so being touched by strange men didn’t bother him. Sex was work where he came from so that wasn’t an issue either. He had hoped that anything sexual would have always been from Steven now, but he knew he was to serve his master and if his master deemed that he should be available to other men then that was his duty to obey.
“I would like for you to share with me how this new information makes you feel Lukas.”
“While it is new information master. It does not bother me. You know my means of making money before I agreed to serve you, so it’s not an issue for me sir.”
“And what if I said it would include women? What if I told you, you may have to have sex with a woman?”
At first shock went through Lukas, then revulsion. He had nothing against women, they had their own beauty and power. But Lukas from as early as he could remember had been attracted to men and only men. He had never taken on female clients, never slept with a woman and had no desire to. If his master commanded it, could he?
“A woman’s touch is no different from a man’s touch master. If you command me to have sex with a woman, then I would do as told master.”
Steven let a small chuckle escape himself. “Truly remarkable Lukas. You are gay are you not?”
“I am master.”
“And you feel you could preform any duty necessary to a woman?”
“If it is my command, then I must master.”
“Truly?”
“Yes master.”
“That is the only response I require Lukas. Many slaves, refuse when this topic is broached. Many find it impossible to say they would do as told. Many find the idea of being touched by others inappropriate. Many think that it is only I that should touch them, not that they serve my commands. Many find it impossible to fathom doing anything if it was with a woman. You again have proven that I have made the best choice with you Lukas.”
“Thank you master.”
“Do not thank me Lukas. Be proud of how obedient you are. I will let you know that you will never have to preform sexual acts on a woman. A woman from time to time may be allowed to preform sexual acts on you, but there will be no intercourse and you will never be commanded to have an erection or achieve an orgasm during said acts. However, if you do get an erection or have an orgasm during that time, there will be no punishment either way. Finally, there will be times when you will be touched by women, but as you said you find their touch no different. Now, back to Allen, what did he say to you?”
“I believe my lessons have earned me the right for a reward. Master”
“And your response?”
“I do not believe my master has given me permission for that. Master.”
“Very good Lukas. I had asked Allen to be a bit touchy with you to see how you reacted and so that we may have the discussion we just had. I did not give him permission to ask what he did. I will deal with Allen separately. I appreciate your honesty during this conversation Lukas.”
“I will always be honest with you master.”
“I expect nothing less from you Lukas. Come now let us get to bed.”
Steven rose and headed to his room, while Lukas crawled back to his bedroom. Feeling like a weight had been lifted from him having had an open honest conversation with his master Lukas crawled into bed and slept peacefully.
