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xi.
Valak didn't go anywhere without his knives. He felt naked without the feel of cold, hard steel pressing close against his flesh. Only one candle gave unsteady light in his silent rooms. Valak was at home in the dark.
In the darkness of his rooms, the assassin strapped a knife to his right arm under the loose fabric of his sleeve. He'd designed the spring load device himself. A quick flip of his wrist would fill his hand with ten inches of deadly steel. He slipped another battle knife into his left boot. He'd just put the whores to sleep. Jasari had fallen asleep in his furs after the boy serviced him. Valak had work to do before he could sleep for the day.
“Sir?” Jasari said, sitting up.
The boy startled Valak. He whirled on him, nearly drawing his knife. Jasari shrank back in the furs.
“Sorry Sir. Didn't mean to scare you.”
“What is it? Why ain't you sleeping?”
The boy peered around into the gloom a moment, spooked by the shifting shadows cast by the lone candle.
“Please don't sell me to that man Sir,” Jasari said, looking up at Valak.
“We've been through this boy. I found you a home. Lothar's a good man. He'll take good care of you.”
“No,” Jasari said, slipping from the furs and kneeling at Valak's feet. The boy looked up at him with pleading eyes. “I know I ain't pretty like your whores. But I can cook and clean and - ,” he looked around wildly, thinking of something, anything to tell Valak. “I'll wash tunics, scrub floors, anything, only please don't sell me off.”
Valak looked down into the boy's earnest green eyes, and saw the way his honey gold hair tumbled across his delicate face. His ruby lips came together in a full kiss. The boy was lovely, but he didn't know it because no one had ever told him so.
“After what you've seen me do, how come you're stuck on staying with me?”
The first night Jasari had spent with Valak in the whorehouse was a week past. The boy had been right. Haken, his Master, had skipped town.
“You don't know what it's like to be a slaveboy Sir. If someone does you wrong, you're a man. You take care of it. And they don't bother you no more. Not a man like you. It's different for us.”
The boy looked down into his lap, twining his nervous fingers together.
“I seen you beat the whores. Sure. Sometimes they don't obey. So you beat them.” The boy shrugged. “That's just the way it is for a bitch. But you don't beat them mean and make them bleed.”
Valak paced around the boy kneeling in the middle of his shadow filled rooms.
“The whores tell you to ask me?” he said.
Jasari nodded.
“Yes Sir. I was going to Master Diogo. But the boys, they said to talk to you, because you was a good man.”
Valak put his hands on his hips, looking down at Jasari. “You know what this place is boy?”
Jasari nodded. “A whorehouse Sir.”
“And if I let you stay, and I make you into one of my whores, you know what I'll do to you?”
A shadow of fear crossed Jasari's pretty face. “The boys, they told me Sir.”
“I'll pierce your cock, you'll never get hard again. I'll take you to the Temple and have them sew up your ass real tight. You'll only come if I let you, and every time a man fucks you, you'll cry. You want that?”
The boy stared up at Valak. In the wavering light, his dark green eyes looked haunted by terrible dreams. He was a long time answering.
“Some men, they just like to hurt slaveboys,” he said in a low voice. “And they do it over and over so sometimes, you wake up screaming, dreaming about his whip leaving scars on your back.”
Jasari dropped his eyes and Valak saw two tears slide down his soft cheeks.
“You don't like hurting slaveboys. You do it ‘cause sometimes a man's got to beat a bitch. That's just the way it is.”
Valak wiped the boy's tears away with the back of his hand.
“Listen boy,” he said gently. “You'll be happier some place else. This ain't no place to take a boy in. You'll - ”
But Jasari didn't let him finish. He pushed Valak's hand away impatiently, looking up at him again.
“My Master, he beat me bad, mostly ‘cause he was mean when he was drunk. You ain't like him. I know what I got here. How do I know what I'll get if you sell me?”
“What if I put you in the pleasure sling all night long and let men and their friends use you?” Valak said, his voice turning suddenly cruel and hard.
Unbelievably, the boy shrugged.
“I'm a bitch ain't I? I'd suck cock for you Sir. And get fucked,” Jasari said, looking down at his fidgeting fingers.
Valak ran a rough hand over his face. “You don't know what you're saying boy.”
Jasari looked up at him again, only this time, he looked at Valak like a teacher with a promising, but dull student.
“No Sir. With respect, you're the one don't know what you're saying. You think sucking cock and serving men is worse than living with a man who leaves scars on your back ‘cause his tea ain't hot enough?”
Valak had no answer for that. The boy took his silence as refusal.
“Sorry,” Jasari said, getting to his feet. “I shouldn't of bothered you.”
As Valak watched the boy walk sadly back toward his furs, he thought of selling Jasari, handing him over to another man, not having the boy at his feet at the snap of his fingers anymore, not waking up next to him at night. The assassin made a sudden decision.
“Who gave you permission to get up bitch?” Valak said. “If you're staying with me, you best learn to obey me.”
The boy ran back to Valak and knelt at his feet, kissing his boots and thanking Valak over and over.
“I ain't doing you no favor,” he said, stroking the boy's silky hair gently. “I make life good for my boys, but this a whorehouse and they're whores. And I'll make you into a whore too.”
The boy looked up at him with quiet adoration, as if he'd seen a God. Valak saw in his eyes that Jasari worshipped him. None of the whores looked at him like that. His boys loved him, but to them he was part keeper, part jailer. No boy had ever looked at Valak the way Jasari did. The assassin realized he liked having a boy look at him like that.
He ran his hand gently along Jasari's soft cheek. “You'll make me gold. You're a real pretty bitch.”
Jasari dropped his eyes, blushing at the compliment. His Master had never said such things to him.
“Go to the furs. Get some sleep.”
Valak sat on the furs until the boy fell asleep, wondering how he was going to tell Diogo about this.
“Sooner started, sooner done,” he muttered to himself.
Valak found Diogo in his back room behind the whorehouse, bent over a long parchment sheet of tiny numbers. Diogo could barely read, but he knew how to do sums. He hated keeping track of who owed them what. This wasn't the best time, but it couldn't be helped.
He looked up when Valak walked in. The assassin sat down and started talking. Diogo listened for a long time in silence, then he sat back in his wooden chair and looked hard at his friend.
“You told him what ? I don't fucking believe this,” Diogo said, banging a fist on his thick writing table.
“He can start on light duty, sucking cock. I'll chain him to an altar. A fresh whore will bring in men,” Valak said.
Even as Valak said it, the thought of Jasari sucking cock like that made him uneasy. He brushed it off.
“I told you. Not the business,” Diogo said, pointing a finger at Valak. “You found him a home, what happened?”
“He didn't want to go,” Valak said quietly.
Diogo looked hard at his friend. “Since when do you care what a bitch wants?”
Valak shrugged, looking away from his friend's dark, penetrating eyes.
“Something going on? You hard for this bitch, or what?”
Valak shook his head, not sure if he was telling the truth. “No. What do you want me to do Diogo? Put a terrified boy on the auction block and sell him off to the highest bidder?”
“Gods curse it Valak that's not our fucking problem.”
“We took him out of his Master's house. He's staying,” Valak said quietly.
“Oh yeah. I know that. Now I'm stuck with a fucking worthless whore.”
“He won't be worthless. He's afraid and he feels like he's useless garbage. He'll be a perfect whore. You'll see,” Valak said.
Unease crept up on him again at the thought of the boy serving and being used like a whore. To cover his discomfort, Valak flipped his right wrist and ten inches of lethal steel suddenly filled the palm of his hand. He played idly with the knife, avoiding his friend's eyes.
“You're lying to me Valak,” the assassin's friend said. “Something's going on. I don't know what it is. But we ain't no damn charity. You better put that bitch to work.”
“I'll train him and put him in the whorehouse.”
Diogo shook his head. “He's scared of his own fucking shadow. You'll never train him to do shit.”
xii .
“Please Sir,” Jasari said, looking up at Valak with soft eyes, “Please fuck my slave ass.”
“No,” Valak said, trying to hide his irritation with the boy. “Not like that. You sound like a hawker in the market place. Make me believe it. Make me believe you want my cock plowing up your ass.”
Jasari was tired and he hated the training. Only his fear of Valak kept him from snapping back with an angry answer.
“Do it again,” Valak said.
“Can't we do it more tomorrow, Sir?” the boy said.
Valak took a step toward him. Jasari fell back a step, fear springing into his eyes. “Get on all fours and do it again. Beg like a desperate whore who needs cock so bad you can taste it.”
The boy obeyed him, putting his ass up to Valak, moving in sensual circles, and from side to side while he moaned like a dying man. “Please Sir. I need to get fucked.”
Valak scrubbed a hand across his face. Diogo was right. The boy was a useless whore. He'd been at it with the bitch for over two weeks and the more he trained him, the worse he got. He was pretty, and he was a hot fuck, but he wasn't a born whore, like his boys.
“You want me to take my belt to your ass, bitch?” Valak said.
“I'm sorry Sir,” Jasari said in a shaky voice. “I'm doing what you said.”
“You sound like a dying animal. Do it again. Don't groan, moan , softly, like you need cock.”
The boy did it again, but it was no use. He was too scared of Valak's belt to get anymore out of him today.
“Enough,” Valak finally said.
The boy hurried to kneel at Valak's feet.
“Don't sell me Sir,” he pleaded, kissing Valak's boots. “I can be a good whore for you, you'll see. Please Sir. Don't sell me.”
It was the same thing everyday. The boy was terrified Valak would sell him if he didn't find him pleasing.
“I told you, I'm not,” Valak said. “Stop saying that to me.”
“I'm sorry,” the boy said. “I don't care if you whip me. Just please don't sell me,” Jasari said, ignoring Valak's words.
The assassin looked down into the boy's scared face and caressed Jasari's cheek gently.
“You're staying boy. If I can't make a whore out of you, then you'll cook and clean and service me and Diogo and the bodyguards. You're staying. Don't be scared.”
Jasari had served no one but him and Diogo since he'd been here. Night after night, Valak kept finding reasons to keep Jasari away from the customers. Diogo had given up telling him to put the bitch on the floor, serving men. Valak had never acted like this with any bitch.
He knew that the sooner they started serving, the sooner they learned and stopped being scared. Every night he told himself he'd put the boy out on the floor, and every night he kept him near, kneeling at his feet. Tonight he'd almost killed a man for touching the boy and asking Valak how much to fuck his ass. What the hell was happening to him?
“I'm sorry,” the boy was saying miserably.
Valak smiled, despite the long night he'd had in the whorehouse.
“Pay attention to the whores when they're serving. Learn to do what they do.”
“I will Sir,” the boy said. “I'll serve men for you. I'll take cock up my ass.”
A shadow of anger crossed Valak's mind at the thought of the boy getting fucked like a whore by a customer. He tried to shake it off, but he couldn't.
“Go to sleep, boy,” Valak said quietly. “It's getting late.”
He watched the boy go, puzzled by the feelings that flooded his mind. Valak wasn't used to looking into his own thoughts. He was a man of action who lived and worked in the long shadow of death. In his line of work, men who thought too much on things, fell under that cold shadow and were no more. But he couldn't shake the thought of Jasari in the whorehouse, on all fours, being fucked while another man used his mouth. The vision made a red haze fall over the assassin's mind. It was the way he felt on the battlefield, just before he used his knives to carve out a man's heart.
xiii.
Jasari lay awake in Valak's furs. He'd heard the assassin slip quietly from his rooms and cross the slave quarters to the door that led up stone stairs to the whorehouse. The boy tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the look of murderous rage that used to come into his Master's eyes right before he beat him and left scars on his back. The boy had terrible nightmares nearly every day when he slept.
Somehow, being near Valak always made Jasari feel safe and unafraid. Besides, he was hungry. He'd been eating nearly non stop since Valak took him in. Having a man buy a treat just for him was something Jasari wasn't used to yet. He slipped out of the furs and went up the steps, following after Valak. In the back of the whorehouse, he heard his voice. The boy crept quietly along the dusty hallway, hoping maybe Valak would get him a sweet bread from the bakery next door. Sometimes he did that, if Jasari couldn't sleep.
He stopped just outside the door to the back room. Valak and Diogo were talking. If the boy interrupted, Valak wouldn't like it and he would have no chance of getting anything from the bakery. Jasari crept closer waiting for the men to finish. But soon he stood transfixed by their talk. Not even his Master had talked like this.
“We doing it tonight?” Valak said.
“You sure they're asleep?” Diogo said, looking toward his cracked open door.
Valak nodded. “I put them to sleep just now. And they wouldn't be sneaking around your backroom anyway.”
Diogo nodded at that. He knew how the whores felt about him, but he didn't care.
“No,” Diogo said. “Not tonight.”
“He disrespected us,” Valak said. “If we don't take care of him, every man in town will be laughing at us behind our backs. How long ‘til they start laughing to our faces?” Valak said.
“We'll make the hit when it's time,” Diogo said.
His hard face was set in the grim lines of a man who must do something unpleasant, but unavoidable.
“I could have taken Sheqhar last night in town,” Valak said, looking at Diogo
with mild accusation in his eyes. “Why'd you stop me?”
“You could have taken him?” Diogo's voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Don't be a
fool Valak. He had at least five men in the crowd itching to put a knife a in
your back. And that's the ones I saw. I know there was more.”
“And what?” Valak said, raising his voice in desperation. “Sheqhar and Rakir and all of them just get away with disrespecting us and we don't do nothing?”
“Calm down Valak,” Diogo said quietly. “Angry men make mistakes.”
“I don't give a fuck,” Valak said. “I had it with that fucking farmer .”
“He's a rich farmer with connections.”
“He'll be a dead farmer with connections if he gets near me again,” Valak said softly.
“Listen to me,” Diogo said. He looked his friend in the eye. “You don't hit him unless I say so. Don't fuck with me.”
“He's nobody to disrespect us like that.”
“I mean it,” Diogo said.
“Fuck,” Valak said quietly.
“When it's time, we'll do it same as always. Only we'll leave him in the square. In pieces. We'll make an example of him,” Diogo said.
“Fucking right we will,” Valak said.
Jasari tried to hold his nose, but too late. The dust in the hallway tickled his nose lightly and he sneezed twice before he could stop himself.
Valak's unnaturally fast reflexes caught the boy. He flowed out of the chair with liquid speed, flung the door open and dragged the scared boy into the room.
“What the fuck you doing there boy?”
Jasari's eyes went wide with fear. “I couldn't sleep Sir,” he said in a breathless voice. The hard look in Valak's eyes unnerved him.
“You been listening to us bitch?”
“I'm sorry. I couldn't sleep,” the boy said again, unwilling to look up into Valak's furious eyes.
“Go down to my rooms and wait for me,” Valak said in a low quiet voice that utterly terrified the boy.
“Please Sir, I didn't mean it,” Jasari said, looking up at him.
“Obey me,” Valak said, raising his hand to the slaveboy.
Jasari backed away then turned and fled down the hallway, back to the slave quarters.
After the boy left, Diogo gave his friend a side long look. “We can't have that bitch talking to the other boys. He heard names. Slaveboys gossip. And the whores go to Temple every Good Day. Keep him quiet.”
“I'll take care of it,” Valak said. “When I'm done with him, he won't be talking to nobody about shit that ain't his business.”
Seeing the hard look in his friend's eyes, Diogo almost felt sorry for the boy.
xiv.
Downstairs, Jasari retreated reluctantly to Valak's rooms, and knelt beside his furs, waiting for the punishment he knew was coming. Valak never lit more than one candle in his rooms. It was always dark and gloomy in here.
After a long time, the assassin walked into the shadowy room, hiding something behind his back. The boy knew from the look in his eyes that he was still angry.
“Come here,” Valak said.
The boy went to him quickly and knelt at his feet, his eyes down on the floor. Valak stroked the boy's gold hair gently.
“I didn't mean nothing Sir. I was hungry and I couldn't sleep and -”
“Look at me,” Valak said, interrupting the boy.
The fear in the boy's round green eyes made Valak hate himself a little for what he was about to do.
“You know what you are boy?” Valak said quietly, caressing the boy's soft ruby lips.
Jasari shook his head slowly back and forth.
“You're fucking worthless gutter trash. I don't need to train you. You were already a whore when I got you. Your Master gambled you away to other men didn't he? He made you suck cock and get fucked for gold, didn't he?”
Jasari's face crumbled as if Valak had slapped him hard. Guilt and shame filled his sad eyes.
“You're lucky I don't fuck you hard everyday, just to hear you scream. That's all gutter whores like you are good for.”
“I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean it,” the boy said again in a low voice. Twin lines of silent tears tracked down his pink cheeks. “I know I'm worthless. Please don't give me away. I'll obey you.”
The best way to frighten Jasari into silence was to dredge up the boy's memories of his past. Valak closed his eyes a brief moment, then forced himself to go on.
“Did you scream when your Master put those scars on your back?”
Jasari nodded, too terrified of Valak's soft, implacable voice to speak.
“They're good marks. Reminds a bitch of his place, don't they?”
Jasari nodded again.
Valak took his hand out from behind his back. When the boy saw what he held, his green eyes widened and he whimpered in terror. The boy was sure he'd somehow tumbled into one of his nightmares.
“I believe in keeping a bitch in his place,” Valak said, holding a birch in front of the slaveboy's eyes.
The birch was a horrible punisher, made of wooden branches held together with leather twine at the base. Valak ran the birch along the boy's back. Jasari jumped at the feel of the hard wood on his skin and whimpered again, but he said nothing.
“You been hearing things that ain't your business, bitch,” Valak said in that same low, dangerous voice.
Jasari's silence was strange. If the boy had been one of Valak's whores, he would have been kissing his boots, begging not to be whipped. But instead of begging, Jasari shrugged out of his tunic and bent over, baring his ass.
He knelt there, his head to the stone floor, his little fists clenched in front of him, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, not crying anymore, breathing hard, trembling, waiting for the blows. He looked like a man caught in a stormy sea, forced to ride out the fury.
Valak stood over the boy, the birch in his hand. Assassins stayed alive because they never hesitated. He always did what needed to be done, without letting his feelings sway his actions. But this silent boy cowering at his feet, with scars on his back that seemed to twist and writhe in the muted candlelight made him hesitate. In that moment of hesitation, Valak knew he couldn't do it. Not to this boy. Life had already been too cruel to him.
He pulled Jasari up by the hair and forced the boy's head back, making him look up into his angry eyes.
“You remember what I did to Yahsi on the altar? How I fucked him hard and made him cry?”
“Yes Sir,” Jasari said through trembling lips.
“I ever catch you listening to men talk again, I'll do the same to you, but I'll make it worse for you boy. I'll make what I did to Yahsi look like a pleasure ride. You keep your mouth shut about what you heard. You hearing me bitch?” He gave the boy's head a rough shake.
“Yes Sir,” Jasari said in a shaky voice.
Valak let him go and with the eerie speed of a deadly assassin, he backhanded the boy hard and fast. Before Jasari knew what was happening he went sprawling to the ground. He rolled onto his belly, and knelt again, his ass up to Valak, his head on the floor.
“Come here bitch,” Valak said roughly. “I ain't whipping you today.”
The boy crawled to him and looked up at him with terror in his eyes.
“You ain't Sir?”
Valak dropped the birch. “No.”
Jasari's tears started again, low and soft.
“What are you going to do me?” His thumping heart made his words jagged with fear.
“Shut the fuck up,” Valak said.
Seeing the boy on his knees, afraid, his dark green eyes filled with shame and guilt, made Valak want the bitch bad. He grabbed the boy's hair in both hands and rubbed his face into his crotch, then he undid his trousers and stepped out of them. He spread his legs wide, stroking his hard cock, looking down at the boy.
“Get your bitch ass up,” Valak said, giving the boy a hard shove toward the furs.
The boy scrambled onto all fours on the furs, showing his naked ass to Valak. He stood behind Jasari and guided his spit slicked cock to the boy's ass. Then he grabbed Jasari's hips tight and slid into his hot hole without warning. Jasari cried out and struggled briefly, then he clenched his fists and let Valak have his way with him, panting in pain.
Valak fucked into the boy's tight ass hard. He gritted his teeth, fucking him with a savage lust. The force of every cruel stroke shook the slaveboy's whole body.
“This is how I like to fuck a bitch,” Valak said, grunting hard with every hungry thrust into the boy's quivering ass.
Valak used the boy for his own pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut, driving his cock into the trembling boy's quivering ass in a hard, quick rhythm that he knew gave Jasari no pleasure.
“You see what gutter trash is good for now, bitch?”
The boy whimpered, lifting his ass to Valak's painful thrusts into him.
“Don't give me away Sir, please,” the boy said, clenching his teeth against the pain.
“Shut up, bitch.”
Valak used the boy hard, riding his ass, panting like a stallion, until finally he pulled out of him. Jasari sighed in relief, but he knew it wasn't over. Valak was still hard.
“Get on your back, boy,” the assassin said, breathing hard.
He stood beside the furs, his legs spread, his hard cock jutting up between his muscular legs. He grabbed Jasari's legs and pulled him to the edge of the furs. Then he spread the boy's legs, and rested the slaveboy's feet on his shoulders. Now the boy's pink hole was spread open to him. When he guided his cock to his ass, Jasari squeezed his eyes shut, ready for Valak to shove deep into him and use him hard again.
“You can have it like that, or I can be good to you. It's up to you boy,” Valak said softly.
He slid his cock, slick with his own pre come slowly into the boy's sore ass. The boy's hole was swollen and tight from the hard fucking. Valak eased slowly into him, giving Jasari time to stretch to his big cock inside him.
Jasari had his eyes tightly shut, waiting for Valak to start hurting him again, but the assassin surprised him.
“Look at me bitch. I wanna see your eyes when I pump your bitch ass full of my come,” Valak said, slapping the boy's face lightly.
Jasari's eyes flew open, scared and full of pleas for mercy that he didn't dare say. Valak grabbed the boy's legs, fucking his ass with deep slow, thrusts that started giving the boy pleasure.
“You like it boy? You like my cock?”
“Yes Sir,” Jasari said, moving slowly on Valak's thrusting cock.
Valak fucked the boy's ass in a good rhythm, rocking his hips, sliding his hard thickness in and out of his hot, grasping hole. The boy moaned softly.
“Your Master give you pleasure like this, bitch?” Valak said. He wet his fingers and teased the boy's hard nipples in little circles while he fucked him.
Jasari lifted his hips to Valak's strokes. “No Sir. I didn't know it could be like this.”
Jasari moaned softly again, as Valak's strokes deep into his tight ass sent bright sparks of intense pleasure roaring through him. No man had ever made him feel like this.
Valak used his ass in a hot rhythm that made the boy whimper with pleasure.
“You got a fucking hot hole, boy,” Valak whispered.
The slaveboy looked up into the assassin's black eyes, and said what every man like Valak loved to hear.
“Please Sir, harder.”
Valak smiled and started fucking the boy's ass in hard deep strokes that made Jasari's ass grasp his cock with every deep thrust into him. He looked down into the boy's flushed face while he used his ass.
“You like getting fucked hard like a whore?” Valak said, driving his hips into the boy.
Jasari moaned. “I love how you fuck me Sir.”
The boy wriggled and squirmed in the furs, taking every inch of Valak's cock deep into his ass, riding Valak's cock for all he was worth.
“Please Sir, please let me come,” the boy whispered, writhing against Valak's hardness inside him.
“Oh yeah bitch. Come for me after I used you like a whore,” Valak whispered. “Come on.”
He fucked harder into the boy, looking down into his face. Jasari's lips were pulled back in a grimace, his breath came in desperate little pants, and his hips shoved hard into Valak, meeting every stroke.
“Oh Gods,” the boy cried out, and Valak saw his slave cock suddenly spurt come that landed on the boy's belly.
“See what a fucking bitch you are?” Valak said, thrusting hard into him. “How you come without touching your cock?”
Valak fucked the boy hard, using his hot ass to pleasure his cock. Jasari winced at the hard strokes into his sore ass, looking up into Valak's pitiless eyes.
“I want you to come inside me Sir,” the boy said, whimpering in pain.
The boy squeezed his ass rhythmically, driving Valak crazy with lust.
“Please Sir, give me your come,” the boy whispered.
Valak's cock throbbed crazily inside the boy's hot, grasping hole as he fucked him hard and deep. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stroked hard into him, slamming his hips into the boy, grabbing the slaveboy's legs tight, and felt his cock about to explode.
“Oh yeah bitch, here I come,” Valak said.
He gritted his teeth, threw his head back and fucked the boy faster. His balls clenched painfully, he groaned deep in the back of his throat and plunged into Jasari's ass one last time, going rigid against the boy. His cock exploded deep inside the boy, pumping hot come into his slave ass. Valak slid in and out of his slick ass a few more times then stood back.
“Clean me. Lick up my come,” he said.
Valak loved the feel of a boy's tongue licking his come off his cock and balls, especially after he fucked a bitch real hard. A wave of tenderness came over him as Jasari got on all fours again and bent to lick the sticky mess from his crotch. The boy's ass was red around his hole, from the hard fucking Valak had given him.
He ran his hand gently through the boy's soft blonde hair, caressing his face, while the bitch licked his cock and balls clean. The thought of how the boy had taken a hard fucking, even after he made him come and begged him to come inside him, was enough to make Valak's cock stir to life again between the boy's lips.
Jasari looked up at him, scared.
Valak smiled softly. “No more for you today boy. Get in the furs.”
Jasari curled into a ball, his back to Valak, and cried softly. Every one of Valak's words had cut into him like a knife.
“Don't give me away Sir. I know I ain't worth nothing. But I'll obey you and service you and your friends. Whoever you say, Sir.”
“Come here boy,” Valak said quietly.
Jasari obediently went to him. Valak felt how the boy trembled against him. The boy looked up at him and Valak was surprised to see the same look of calm adoration in his eyes that was always there, no matter what Valak did to him.
“I'm sorry Sir,” he said quietly. “I didn't mean to make you mad.”
Valak looked down at the boy, stroking his golden hair gently. There was no defiance or anger in his eyes, only a calm acceptance. Jasari believed he deserved to be hurt by men.
“It's over bitch,” Valak said.
The boy rested his head on Valak's chest and cried quietly. Suddenly images flowed through Valak's mind, unbidden. Jasari in the whorehouse, getting fucked. The boy chained to an altar, sucking cock, while men waited in line to use his mouth. The boy getting fucked while another man used his mouth.
He wouldn't be able to stand it. He'd kill any man who treated the boy like a paid whore, something to amuse them for a night. Jasari was a good bitch. He didn't deserve to live like a whore. There was only one solution. As always Valak's decision came to him, and he acted on it, trusting to the instincts that kept him alive.
“I'm collaring you boy,” Valak said.
A boy had to consent to a Promise vow, but a man could collar any unclaimed slaveboy. The boy didn't have to consent.
“I won't force you,” Valak lied, looking up into the darkness of his room. “But I ain't going near that fucking Temple for a Promise Ritual and I want you for my bitch. You want my collar?”
Valak wanted Jasari to come to him willingly. But he didn't fool himself. He meant to have the boy and he would take him by force if he had to. Had Valak been any other man, his whole body would have been tense, waiting for the boy's answer. But he was used to controlling his emotions, so he looked up into the darkness, his calm breathing and cool eyes giving away nothing.
“Why do you want me Sir? I'm nothing but trash,” the boy said quietly, through his tears.
“Not to me you're not. All I know is I want you in my furs next to me every night when I wake up. Will you take my collar?”
Jasari nodded against him. “I wanted to be your bitch the first day I saw you Sir,” the boy said.
They lay together quietly for a while after that. Jasari ran his fingers gently over Valak's body, pressing himself closer to the man who now owned him. He looked up at Valak and met his dark eyes looking down at him.
“You piercing my cock, Sir and sewing up my ass?” The boy's hammering heartbeat sounded behind his words.
“I do that to the whores ‘cause it's business. I'm piercing your nipples, not your cock. Obey me and you won't get sewn up. Piss me off, and I'll sew you up so tight, you'll scream just thinking about me fucking you.”
Jasari was thrilled. Only boys who belonged to men had their nipples pierced. Everyone would know he was Valak's bitch, not one of his whores, unless . . .
“You putting me in the whorehouse?”
“No boy,” Valak said. “Not you.”
Valak lay back, stroking Jasari's hair gently, looking up at the shifting pattern of the candlelight. His body was completely relaxed, his breathing soft and even.
“Don't talk to the other boys about the things you heard,” Valak said, in a quiet voice. “Or I'll hurt you boy. I'll hurt you real bad.”
“I know Sir. I won't say nothing,” Jasari said.
“Good bitch,” Valak said, and kissed the top of the boy's head.
After a while, the boy fell asleep in Valak's arms. He muttered in his sleep, whimpering and moaning.
“No,” Jasari said softly in his sleep.
“Quiet boy,” Valak said, caressing his face softly. “You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll keep you safe, always.”
He soothed the boy until he relaxed in his arms again and fell silent. Valak pulled the boy closer into his arms. After countless summers as a Handler, it had finally happened to him. He'd fallen in love with a slaveboy. Feeling the weight of the boy in his arms, Valak realized that both their lives were forever changed. What had been two, was now one, and they would continue their adventure through life with one heart, one soul, one love.
Author's note: This ends Book One of “Assassins After Dark”. Book Two is underway. I expect to begin publication of Book Two in late Winter.
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