Master of Slaves

A/N: Hello my dedicated fans! I think you’ll all be pleased with this chapter littered with zesty lemon-ness! I forgot to dedicate the last chapter to my dear friend Chemotaxis, so here it is now! She has me by the balls with her Arcane Crisis. Thank you for all your motivating words!

Dedicated to: Chemotaxis

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Master of Slaves
By: Baby Chiba

Chapter 6: Hunger


All concept of time was lost to him. The tick of time had ceased since he had awakened, Hyne knew how long ago, in this bleak dungeon. His head throbbed violently from the wound between his eyes. His limbs ached from his unnatural restraint. The dull stinging sensations that littered his body let him know of all the places Seifer’s blade had kissed. He was seriously disoriented. He would have guessed what time it was if there had been any light source at his disposal, but of course, there wasn’t. He felt like a prisoner now within the walls of this mausoleum incarcerating him.

His head jerked up at the sound of the rustic bolts on the door being opened. As the door opened a brilliant light infiltrated and burned his eyes. He flinched away from the assault. Perhaps it was to his advantage that this room was sealed off from light.

A familiar rumbling chuckle came from the figure that lingered in the doorway.

The plagued brunet growled in response, eyes screwed shut to keep the light out.

His tormentor finally shut the door and the light scurried out again. Opening his eyes he blinked, re-adjusting to the dim light from candles held in Seifer’s hand.

Seifer knelt to his level and placed the candle fixture on the floor. Squall looked away, unwilling to face the mirror himself of himself on the other man’s face. He didn’t have much luck as Seifer hooked his fingers under his chin and turned his face.

Grey eyes tried in vain to avoid the gash nested between peridot eyes, for that was the first place they landed. And as they explored the abused flesh, peridot eyes did the same in earnest.

The blonde pulled a cloth and a bottle of liquid out of his pocket. Squall frowned and immediately regretted doing so as the skin pulled around his wound. He cursed the blonde. He wasn’t even allowed the pleasure of glaring without a throbbing reminder of his failure.

Seifer made a haughty sound and looked up at Squall as he poured some of the mystery liquid onto the cloth in his hand.

“ You shouldn’t have challenged me like that.”

He was gloating. Squall could feel it.

“ You should have let me go.” Was his low husky reply, he hadn’t the energy for a more robust response.

It was deceivingly seductive.

“ Hn, not a chance.” Seifer murmured silkily.

A devious smile hitched his lips up.

“ Then you deserved it.” Squall spoke softly but definitively.

He sounded surprisingly devoid of all resentment.

Seifer noted this and attributed it to exhaustion. His energy was nearly depleted. He supposed the last few days for his slave had been extremely taxing, and he’d had nothing to replenish his energy yet.

“Ask for forgiveness and perhaps I’ll be lenient with you.” Seifer said teasingly as he applied the cold ointment onto Squall’s gash.

“ Fuck you.” Squall hissed out as the cloth touched his flesh.

Perhaps he wasn’t completely spent yet.

Seifer chuckled darkly, “ You must be a glutton for punishment.”

He was answered with a cold stare that spoke volumes.

Seifer examined Squall’s numerous cuts and applied ointment with the same care. When he finished with that he gave Squall’s nude form a once over for medical purposes, however it turned lewd very quickly.

Seeing his obstinate slave chained in such a provocative position set his blood on fire.

This fire wasn’t going to be easily extinguished.

Seifer swiftly left the dungeon-like room. Leaning against the bolted doors he rubbed his pulsating groin and felt it stir against his fingers. His head fell back against the door, exasperated.

He needed release. He’d never gone this long without reprieve before. He hadn’t counted on his little slave being so damn resistant.

He awkwardly strode into the closest room, feeling the heavy weight of his balls between his legs. He shut the doors for privacy.

His length was growing to life quicker than he’d known it could. Seifer practically ripped his pants off in his haste to free his swelling member from its tight confines. Grabbing his cock he groaned and fell into a seat with a heavy thump.

He fingered the glistening tip with his thumb and bit his lip. Hyne, he needed release.

Fisting his length he gave himself a few slow strokes and brought himself to full-mast.

Letting heavy lids slide over his eyes images of his sultry slave filled his mind. His cock twitched with excitement. Quickening the pace of his strokes he imagined the brunette’s pouting lips wrapped around his member.

His fingers tightened on his sweltering erection.

Squall impaling himself on his cock, riding him, up and down, up and down.

His head fell back over the headrest and his mouth went slack.

The brunette bent over bearing his rosy entrance, puckering for Seifer, waiting to be kissed.

A very masculine mewl was torn from Seifer’s throat. He was close, so close…

He stroked himself faster and faster, flexing his hips to meet his hand.

His balls tightened.

Squall…

The angry muscle twitched and shot out ribbons of milky white seed.

Seifer fell slack against the chair again, his coated hand languidly stroking himself as he softened.

A light sheen of sweat clung to his forehead and neck.

The blonde lazily brought his fingers to his mouth and suckled his pungent seed away. He smiled as he tasted himself, thinking how appalled his slave would be if he knew that this orgasm had his name written all over it.

Composing himself he ambled out of the room, a slight skip to his step.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It seemed like moments later that the blonde reentered the dungeon, though it could have been longer, he had no way of telling.

He was still highly disoriented and his cuts all tingled from the ointment Seifer applied. He wondered how the blonde was able to carry on so effortlessly, as if he wasn’t himself equally as wounded. Perhaps he wasn’t, perhaps he hadn’t cut the blonde as deep as he thought he had. Or perhaps he had; but the blonde was a master at masking his pain.

Seifer put a tray of assorted fruits and grains on the floor in front of Squall.

“ You lost a lot of blood, you need to eat something.” Seifer coaxed gently.

Squall spat on the tray in disdain.

Seifer sighed his patience dwindling.

“You see Squall, the beautiful thing about this business is that I don’t have to answer to anyone. The slave trade is still such a fresh industry that the government hasn’t gotten a hand in to regulate it yet. In a nutshell, that gives me freedom to do with you as I please to no consequence.”

He hovered over Squall, planting a hand on the wall right above his head and leaning in.

“ Remember that next time you decide to test my patience. And consider what I chose not to do.” He whispered harshly, reminding Squall who held the power.

Squall mustered a distorted sneer, that much more repulsive in its distortion.

Seifer pushed himself from the wall and went to retrieve what sounded like more chains from where the concrete bed lay.

He came back with a steel neck collar and Squall instantly started struggling in his bondage. Firm hands gripped his hair and yanked his head back, leaving his neck exposed to his captor.

Seifer expertly clasped the collar around Squall’s neck and unlatched his arms from their uncomfortable elevated height.

Squall immediately brought his freed hands into his lap and massaged his sore wrists, glaring up at Seifer briefly before realizing that the door was open and his hands were free.

Squall thought of escape, however Seifer quickly cut him down.

“ You can’t escape. The chain goes as far as to the bed and halfway to the door.” Seifer said with seriousness.

Squall’s heart sank.

And just like that the blonde was out the door again, and Squall was plunged into an all-consuming darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Irvine was outside shielding his eyes from the invasive sunlight, a hand-rolled cigarillo slack between his chapped lips and nursing a hell of a hangover. He saw the familiar carriage with the Almasy insignia pull up. It stopped right in front of him and out stepped a hot-tempered Seifer.

Irvine chuckled weakly at the blonde’s sour disposition. It was common knowledge to Irvine that his friend’s lust was at its peak in the morning hours. It had become ritualistic to wake and slake his hunger on the slaves he trained for the past few months. It had become a religious practice for them both. This was the first time in months that he was not able to practice his beloved ritual.

Nothing could set the pace of the day like a morning conquest.

“ Well aren’t you just one ball of sunshine this morning.” Irvine teased, his drawl thick.

He took a drag of tobacco.

Seifer glared and roughly rubbed at the skin around his lacerated flesh.

“ How can you function so well after a night of drowning your liver in alcohol?” Seifer asked bitterly.

Irvine laughed lightly, “ Because I don’t have a crater splitting my forehead in half”, He took a drag, “ just a hangover.”

“ Isn’t it the same thing?” Seifer joked dryly.

The violet-eyed man threw his head back in a hearty laughing fit. Seifer found himself smiling along with his friend.

“ I suppose it is.” Irvine sniggered, handing his cigarillo over to Seifer.

Seifer took a long drag feeling the smoke filling his lungs and temporarily pacifying him.

Irvine nudged him, “ Cheer up kiddo, we have merchandise to test out. Don’t shit on the day just yet.”

Seifer smirked knowingly around the cigarillo in his mouth.

“ Come on, let me show ya,” Irvine drawled and threw his arm around Seifer’s shoulders, leading the two of them into his manor.

Irvine’s abode was nowhere near the size of Seifer’s. Irvine had come from more modest beginnings, and hadn’t inherited an estate like Seifer had. He had his built once he had become a wealthy merchant. The layout of his manor was very simple, there were no twisting, winding corridors, or secret passages, or multiple floors. It was one big, open room. One room overlooked everything. The architecture was odd and deviant for the time, however it suited Irvine’s exhibitionistic nature perfectly. Irvine argued that he’d modeled his home after that of the ancient Pharaoh’s of Galbadia, but Seifer argued that it was just his god-complex coming through. Irvine had nothing to hide and wanted to hide nothing. He was a shameless wanton.

They sauntered towards the back of the house, towards the monstrosity of a bed Irvine slept on, among other things. His faithful slaves Zell and Raijin stood at opposite sides of the bed, stretching between them a chain. At the center of the long chain attached by the neck sat the newest piece of merchandise.

As they neared Irvine giggled and rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation.

Seifer smirked at the sight of a young boy’s willowy body made to straddle the rumpled bed sheets. His wrists bound in front of him, obscuring what lay between his exposed thighs. Save for his binds, he was adorned in flesh from head to toe.

Seifer felt like a predator stalking his prey. Jade eyes held volumes of vulgarity. This boy recognized it in both men. He was no stranger to slavery.

The boy’s cerulean eyes darted nervously between the two of them, then between his two captors. Raijin gave an admonishing tug to his collar and he bowed his head, dark golden locks shrouding those wandering eyes.

The boy was obviously accustomed to exhibition because though his muscles were taut, he did not struggle. On closer inspection his nervousness seemed to be attributed to something else…

“ Where did you happen upon this beauty?” Seifer questioned as his eyes hungrily raked the boy’s tanned skin.

“ I happened upon him during a lucky poker match last night. Some unfortunate bastard gambled his luck away along with this prize. Boy doesn’t speak a lick of Galbadian, but I did get that his name is Tidus.” Irvine explained as his eyes also feasted upon the boy.

Seifer licked his lips. He flexed his fingers. They itched to touch.

“ Well, why are we wasting time, let’s begin.” Seifer demanded huskily.

Irvine clapped his hands and emitted the strangest yet happiest squeal Seifer had ever heard.

Seifer shock his head and shrugged out of his coat.

Irvine lunged onto the bed laughing, “ Yeehaw! Turn around and spread them legs boy before I change my mind and hog tie you!”

Tidus watched wide eyed as Irvine jumped towards him, unable to comprehend any of the raunchy orders given. If not for Irvine’s ever-vigilant slaves, Zell and Raijin, tugging his chains to direct him, he never would have known what to do.

Tidus lay sprawled on his stomach, arms trapped underneath him, bottom up and exposed to his captors. It was immediately met with Irvine’s hand. Tidus gasped and involuntarily flinched.

“ Look at this ass.” Irvine spoke through clenched teeth.

The violet-eyed man spanked him again, and again, until the boy’s bottom was blushing red. He roughly grabbed one of the boy’s abused ass cheeks and massaged it before spanking him again.

Seifer watched his friend zealously fondle his new toy in amusement as he continued to casually disrobe.

Irvine greedily ran his hands over the creamy smooth skin of Tidus’s rump and over the arch of his back. He could not get enough fast enough. The boy emitted a soft moan.

He clapped his hands over the boy’s cheeks and groaned before spreading them.

“ Ugh, hyne, I’m gonna plow his ass so hard…” Irvine growled.

Seifer chuckled, unfastening his pants, “ Easy buddy, don’t break the merchandise, we still need to sell him.”

“ If I break him I’ll buy him.” Irvine grunted, his voice laden with lust.

He pressed his hand into the small of Tidus’s back, forcing him to arch even more, exposing even more of his round bottom and balls to Irvine’s ravenous eyes.

Completely disrobed Seifer strode over to the bed and knelt behind Irvine, peering over his shoulder.

Irvine spread his cheeks for Seifer’s viewing pleasure.

The blonde whistled, “ That’s a pretty ass alright.”

The blonde then licked his thumb and rubbed it over Tidus’s dark puckering entrance. The boy immediately threw his head back and thrust against Seifer’s thumb.

Seifer smirked and dragged his thumb lower, grazing the delicate flesh of his ball sacs. Tidus jerked, lifting his bottom higher.

Seifer chuckled and brought his thumb back to his mouth.

“ He’s tasty, give him a lick.” He urged Irvine.

“ With pleasure.” Were the last words on Irvine’s tongue before it plunged between Tidus’s cheeks.

He licked a trail from the skin above his balls to his entrance and back again, catching a drooping ball into his mouth and sucking.

The noises the boy made went straight to both men’s cocks.

Seifer walked around the edge of the bed, his hand sliding over smooth skin as his eyes took the boy in at all different angles. One might have thought that Seifer was being hesitant, but in reality, he was scheming over all the possibilities of ‘testing’ his new product out. He was silently gauging Tidus’s every reaction, gauging how profitable he could be, how marketable he could be, how obedient he could be... He never lost himself in lustful abandon like Irvine did, after all, this was still business.

At the head of the bed Seifer stood, hovering over Tidus’s sprawled form. He gripped his arms and pulled them from beneath him. His erection twitched at the sight of Irvine’s face buried in the boy’s ass and all the lovely sounds coming from between his plump lips. Seifer aggressively grabbed a handful of dark gold locks and forced Tidus’s head up. He ran his thumb over the boy’s moist lips. Cobalt eyes stared up at him under heavy lashes, glazed with desire. The boy’s tongue boldly snaked out and licked Seifer’s thumb, taking it gently between his lips and sucking it.

Seifer stifled a groan.

He ripped his hand away from Tidus who moaned at the loss of contact. The boy’s eyes were fixed on Seifer’s stiff member.

Seifer grinned lecherously.

He held the base of his cock and his balls together and waved it up and down in front of Tidus.

The boy stuck his tongue out trying to catch a taste of the organ.

“ You want this?” Seifer whispered hoarsely, moving his cock closer to Tidus’s gaping mouth.

Tidus mewled in need and lurched forward.

Seifer laced his fingers in sandy locks again, arching the boy’s neck. Seifer slapped his hard member against Tidus’s cheek, and then rubbed it across the boy’s face, over his nose, his lips, and his eyes, smearing glistening pre-cum against everything it touched. Seifer flexed his hips against the boy’s face, whose features screamed euphoria.

Tidus nuzzled the blonde’s heavy ball sacs then licked his way to the angry red tip.

Seifer inhaled sharply and pulled back.

“ Not yet. You haven’t earned this yet.” Seifer panted, fisting his pulsating cock and stroking it firmly.

Tidus writhed under Irvine and whimpered as he too pulled back.

“ You’re such a tease Seifer, let him have it.” Irvine chuckled gruffly, wiping his chin.

Seifer met Irvine’s eyes with a devious gleam.

“ He’s gonna beg for it before he gets it.” Seifer droned dangerously.

Irvine chuckled inwardly while unbuckling his pants and letting them drop down his ankles. He then spanked Tidus repetitively until he had the boy bucking like a wanton whore. In one brisk motion he buried his throbbing cock up to the hilt in the boy with a loud groan. Tidus tensed and trembled, his mouth falling open and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Irvine mumbled incoherent curses, his fingers digging into the boy’s hips deep enough to leave marks.

All the while Seifer continued to pump his member.

Irvine quickly recovered and started thrusting into the boy’s hole at a vigorous pace.

Seifer’s eyes were fastened upon where sweaty skin slapped sweaty skin, drinking up all the erotic noises that fell from Tidus’s lips.

“ That’s it, let me hear those cries.” Seifer murmured hoarsely.

Irvine picked up his pace and Tidus’s screams of pleasure resounded clearly throughout the manor.

Hunger overtook the blonde and he shoved his angry cock into Tidus’s open mouth. Tidus swallowed him whole. Seifer hissed and thrust in and out of the tight hot cavern of the boy’s willing mouth. The boy’s cheeks concave, his screams muffled by the length plunged down his throat. Seifer thought he would shoot his load right then at such a wanton sight.

Irvine was so consumed by the tight heat of the boy’s insides squeezing him that he almost missed the subtle grope his slave Zell gave to his own hardened member.

A crude smile curled his lips as he met eyes with Zell.

“ Touch yourself.” He grunted to Zell.

The brawny blonde obeyed and yanked at his swollen penis roughly, his eyes fixated on the junction of his master’s member and the boy’s stretched hole.

“ That’s it baby, you want some of this too, don’t you?” Irvine coaxed, emphasizing his point by gyrating his hips into Tidus.

Zell nodded enthusiastically.

“ Come here.” Irvine ordered.

Zell dropped the chain he was holding and it crashed with a loud clank onto the ground. He was on his knees behind Irvine with earth-shattering speed. Zell lovingly groped his master’s muscular cheeks and licked his way into the crevasse that protected his rosy entrance.

Seifer laughed gruffly thinking of how Irvine could have opened a brothel in his own home. He removed his penis from Tidus’s mouth and held it inches from the boy’s face; so close Tidus could smell the overpowering masculinity dripping from its tip. Squeezing his shaft at the base he slowly thrust back into the boy’s open mouth then pulled out again, stroking himself then burying himself back inside that delicious heat.

He was teasing the boy, and himself, trying to prolong his impending orgasm.

Zell plunged a moist finger inside Irvine and worked it ferociously, then a second, and a third. Irvine’s moans took on a different tone and he plowed Tidus voraciously.

Seifer was close. His heart skipped a beat.

He was consumed by his hunger.

Brutally grabbing the sides of Tidus’s face he slammed into the boy’s mouth, face-fucking him with a wicked vengeance.

His abdomen tightened and he exploded violently into the boy’s mouth. Tidus let out a strangled gurgling noise as he tried to swallow and not choke on Seifer’s length and load. Seifer pulled out when the spasms stopped raking his body. Strings of the thick white fluid dripped down Tidus’s chin and throat and clung to corners of his mouth as he moaned feverishly. His featured twisted and he came hard against the bed sheets beneath him. Irvine came as Tidus’s anal muscles clenched with his orgasm.

All that followed for moments after were the heavy breaths of four men. The air smelled heavily of sex and testosterone.

Irvine pulled out of Tidus, his flaccid cock glistening in a mixture of fluids, and veered towards Zell to kiss him passionately on the lips.

Combing his sweaty disheveled locks off his forehead, Seifer smiled softly. It was no secret that Zell was Irvine’s favorite slave. Their relationship was slightly different from the ordinary master-slave relationship. Irvine was in love with Zell in his own way. It was a possessive love, but it was love nonetheless. Seifer secretly envied that.

Irvine stroked Zell’s marked face. The permanent black markings on Zell’s face told the story of his heritage. The tribal people of Centra marked the men of their tribe to distinguish them. It gave each tribe a separate identity, though through this archaic practice they were united against all other nations.

Irvine’s hands moved down to tease Zell’s still hard penis, his own growing in response. Seifer felt his own member twitch as he looked down at the sweaty boy gasping for breath on the bed.

Seifer slowly stroked his wet cock.

Irvine broke away from Zell and peered over his shoulder at his friend’s massive organ. He smiled.

“ Again?” Irvine asked in amusement.

“ The boy needs a thorough examination. I’ve only just begun.” Seifer crooned gruffly.

The room echoed with Irvine’s laughter.

The remainder of the day was spent soaking in sweat and seed as they administered various tests on the boy to determine how marketable he was…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was dusk by the time Seifer left Irvine’s self-proclaimed whorehouse, agreeing to meet tomorrow to continue his assessment of the prospective slave.

He was in high spirits as he strode in to check on his brooding slave. He carried with him a tray of food and treats.

However, upon seeing the tray from the morning had remained untouched, his spirits dropped.

He wordlessly set the new tray of food down in front of Squall who was crouched in a corner arms resting over his knees.

Squall violently kicked the tray and sent it flying. Then he hung his head between his knees once more.

Seifer’s jaw tightened and he balled his fists, thoughts of violence fleeting.

“ My line of work requires patience. I’ve never lost my patience with any slave that I’ve trained, but you… you are pushing it little one.” Seifer hissed sharply, nostrils flaring at the lack of response he received.

Squall remained, as he was, silent and still.

Seifer turned on his heels and stalked out.

The following morning was the same.

As was the following night...

Seifer would leave a tray of food in the morning.

Seifer would spend the day fucking his anger away at Irvine’s.

Seifer would return to find the food untouched.

And they fell into a perpetuating cycle.

Squall remained impassive and refused all food and medical treatment from Seifer.

Neither man was willing to concede or compromise.

And so for four days and four nights Squall was relentless in his hunger strike.

Four days and four fitful nights later Squall’s energy had dwindled to almost nothing.

Four days and four restless nights later Seifer was distraught over Squall’s deteriorating condition.

The boy was emaciated and Seifer felt like he was keeping a prisoner rather than a slave.

Squall’s torture had become his torture. He paced like a caged animal outside Squall’s room, nearly ripping his hair out in contemplation.

He entered finally with half a mind to shovel food down Squall’s throat, but upon seeing the withered beauty curled in a fetal position on the concrete slab deemed a bed, his stomach churned.

This was wrong.

Everything was wrong.

The sight was sickening.

Seifer swallowed the harsh emotion down his throat thickly, “ If you carry on like this you’ll starve. And then I’ll be out a slave.”

His damnable hubris twisted his words. He could not let Squall see him in naked vulnerability. He cursed himself and left in a flurry of violent emotions.

Something had to give.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TBC…

A/N: What will happen?! Will Seifer suck up his pride or let Squall die? Ah! Only the next chapter will tell!!

You know… it’s interesting that I have more people subscribed to my story updates than I do reviews… that means some people are seriously slacking! Come on people, it takes a second out of your day to type out a nice review! You’ll get a chapter dedicated to you if you review?

Yea? You like that? Heheheh…