He nodded, his eyes welling up.
“Why?”
“I was not allowed to look at master Lucius...”
Marius sighed; his face clouded with anger. “Well, I am not Lucius, so you can look at me, especially when I ask you to. It might take some time...”
Kyle tried to hold his gaze, but his eyes darted away. Marius let his chin go, Kyle’s head sinking straight away.
“So, rules in this house...” Marius stopped, unsure.What are the fucking rules?He had no idea, but he saw the slave’s distress, how he floated in this unknown environment, his mind not comprehending that he was not a in constant threat, maybe even craving that well-known fear. “Rules are the following for now. I don’t have household slaves, but I expect my father to bring me some tomorrow. Until then, you’ll be my personal slave. I’ll need to purchase other slaves soon... I expect you to help me dress, bathe, escort me to various places if needed. Once you know the city better, I will send you on errands, maybe to pick up or deliver letters, go to the market.”
Kyle waited, his stomach like ice, trying to comprehend his words.Errands? As in, leave the house?He could not even leave Lucius’ room without permission. He trembled, his legs weak, and Marius saw it, cursing himself for going too fast.
“Alright... this might be too much for you. Just tend to my needs for now.”
Kyle nodded, vaguely comforted.But what needs?He had not shown any inclination so far to bed him.
Marius watched him carefully and sighed. “I am not too much into boys... so, for now, don’t expect anything.”
Kyle’s mind went numb.Don’t expect anything?He had been used to be pushed to overdrive, sometimes not even knowing how much time had passed or how many men he’d been with and now, nothing? He reeled at the thought, although deep down he’d wished for this, the complete absence of sex blew his mind and he had a hard time even imagining how it would be... Utterly shocked and drained, he sank to the floor on his knees.
Marius’ lips pinched in anger, but he didn’t scold him. “Come... you must be tired. Clavius will eat with us downstairs and spend the night. My father left some food, I hope.”
He followed Marius downstairs, and Clavius was already plundering the kitchen. “Your good father left us food...” He looked up, watching Kyle, pale, shivering. “Your fuck boy here is a mess....”
Marius just frowned at him and gestured to sit down. Kyle instantly knelt at his feet, and he didn’t object, knowing this was a safe anchor point for him, ignoring Clavius’ mocking smile.
He fed him whilst eating and Clavius mocked. “Soon, he’ll be sucking your cock during meals, you’ll see.”
Marius looked at him, his face cold with anger. “No, he won’t. I don’t intend to bed him at all or use him for any other purposes.”
Clavius looked at him, mild. “You may not have a choice.”
Marius looked up, irritation clouding his handsome features. “What on earth are you saying?”
Clavius smiled. “My gentle friend... fuck boys like him...”—he waved Marius’ irritation away at the word — “… they've been trained for long months to fulfill their master’s desires... and when I say trained, that’s not for the light-hearted... then, they spend their youth being fucked, either by their master or whomever he wishes to give them to...” He raised an eyebrow at him, and Marius fumed. “So, you think you’re doing him a favor when you say you don’t want to fuck him or make him suck your cock, but he is craving it, my friend... maybe not now, but soon, when he’ll get to accept you as his dominus and get to like you.” Marius looked down at the kneeling slave, his mind trying to grasp his friend’s words. Clavius patted his hand. “You’ll make him miserable, all the while thinking you’re saving him...”
Marius closed his eyes, not wanting to believe what he’d heard, but he knew Clavius was right. He trusted his friend. “Perfect...”
Clavius laughed. “Yes... you’re in a great situation... I told you to sell him... any decent brothel would pay you a small fortune. I am sure half of Rome’s elite have fucked him already at Lucius’ parties. Ain’t that so, boy?”
Kyle shivered and Marius asked him, his stomach clenched. “Answer him.”
Kyle sighed, licking his lips. “Master Lucius had many guests, dominus. I didn’t know their names... some came from Rome.”
Clavius smiled. “Any private sessions?”
Kyle swallowed. “Not really, dominus... more in groups...”
Marius clenched his fists. “How many of them?”
Kyle shrugged slightly. “I never counted, dominus.”
Marius’ eyes blazed, and he looked at Clavius. “Don’t tell me he’ll miss these.”
He shrugged. “Maybe not, but he’ll miss being fucked, that’s for sure.”
Kyle swallowed and lowered his head, wishing he would stop, his mind too tired and freaked out to think properly.
