dark elf mafia 2
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queenofzanokay so at the moment this is in my docs as "chapter 2: aelrak" but it's either not complete or going to be formatted differently. but for now, this is the next part chronologically.
GENERAL PURPOSE WARNING BC I'M NOT GOING TO BREAK THIS ONE DOWN BY CHAPTERS: rape, slavery, sexual slavery, breeding, incest, torture, POV characters participating in or at least complicit in all of the above. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. Starts out mild, gets a lot worse before it gets better.
This bit does have smut in it, fyi.
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There were some small items that would make life easier around the manor that didn't cost so much that Veredi felt like it was fair to keep them back from Aelrak and Fara. A proper accounts ledger, a bound journal, an apron, some gloves for gardening. Soaps, seasoning, an extra set of clothes for each of them. The clothes were honestly the worst part, but they were a necessary expense if Veredi didn't want smelly servants or laundry dictating the schedule too much. He only bought himself nicer clothes than he bought Aelrak and Fara because he was able to get some second-hand.
After three days, Veredi had Aelrak join him for a hunting trip outside the city walls.
"I don't know anything about fighting, you saw that," Aelrak protested when Veredi told him to find a sturdy stick from the garden to take.
"You don't need to," Veredi said. "I'm not planning to fight fair, here. We find some mark, surround them, and beat 'em until they drop their weapon. You don't have to finesse anything, just don't bash their brains out or break anything a common healing elixir can't fix."
As they walked out of the city gates, Aelrak muttered, "I feel like a thug." He shifted his grip on the stick. It wasn't quite thick enough to be a club, but it was a solid enough stave.
"I'm a gentleman now," Veredi said, the first time he'd as much as admitted to Aelrak he hadn't always been one. "That means you are an adventurer. Or a bodyguard, if you like."
"A toady," Aelrak retorted. "A flunky."
"That's still a step above thug," Veredi said, laughing. "Let's go to the eastern crossroads, I've heard around town there's always bandits lurking there, causing trouble for the farmers."
Indeed, after mere seconds of being within earshot of the eastern crossroads, they heard a woman or young boy yelping, "Let go of me!" Veredi and Aelrak hurried in that direction as quietly as they could.
"C'mon, kid," growled a scruffy bandit, grabbing at a pre-adolescent human youth of indeterminate gender. "You don't need all that."
The scruffy bandit was a stout male human, unfortunately, not a pretty elven girl or a busty catkin, but he was clumsy enough that Veredi was confident they could take him. He might not get Veredi into the Mages' Guild, but he'd make enough money to take a step in that direction.
Veredi stopped Aelrak to whisper in his ear. "You go around behind him," he said, "I'll approach him near the kid. Aim for his knees while I've got him distracted." Aelrak nodded, then started circling around.Veredi made some noise as he approached, although he waited until the kid spotted him and yelled for help to call out, "What are you doing to that child?"
The bandit swore, then pulled a dagger out of his belt. "You stay outta this!" he shouted.
The dagger was in better shape than Aelrak's knife had been, but Veredi took some pleasure in drawing his own short sword. Stolen from someone who'd stolen it from a city guard-turned-mercenary, it was a nice blade. "Or what?" Veredi asked him quietly.
The bandit was too distracted by Veredi’s sword and his prey escaping to notice Aelrak coming up behind him. Veredi stepped forward to brandish his sword, to keep the bandit’s eyes on him.
The bandit evidently took Veredi’s feint for all the sword-fighting skills he had, and sneered. He took a half-step forward, and Aelrak walloped him in the calf.
Prepared for this, Veredi swiped at the bandit’s hand as his legs buckled, making him drop the knife. Aelrak leapt back as the bandit tried to spin around, then managed to bash him on the outside of the other knee. Then bandit collapsed to the ground, then lurched to one side. Perhaps he thought he was lunging for his knife, but he had lost track of it when he dropped it and lurched in the wrong direction. Veredi stabbed his sword into the bandit’s hand.
The fight effectively over, Veredi jerked his head at the bandit’s dagger. “Grab that,” he said to Aelrak, who did.
They used rags and rope to gag the bandit and bind his bleeding hand, then shackled his wrists behind his back. Veredi took the bandit’s belt and dagger sheath off him, then handed them to Aelrak. “Here, it’s better than your busted shit,” he said.
“Oh, thank you, my lord,” Aelrak said, making a sarcastic show of gratitude, bowing over the dagger. “I’ll treasure it always.”
“Shut up,” Veredi said without any heat, smiling as he turned to the tree the kid had clambered into. “Hey, kid!” he called out. “You all right?”
The kid appeared from the upper branches of the tree, dropping down into a lower and more visible fork of the trunk. “Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
The kid claimed to be a boy of thirteen, on his way from one farm to another with extra food after a relative took ill. “It’s not even a mile,” he said with big, wide eyes. “I never thought I’d have to worry about being attacked.”
“I’m glad we could help,” Veredi said. “Do you want us to escort you the rest of the way?”
The boy looked over Veredi’s shoulder, at Aelrak leading the shackled and gagged bandit over. “Uh, sure,” he said. “Better safe than sorry, Mum says.”
The boy was named Largo, and his destination was less than half a mile away. Largo had many questions about Veredi and Aelrak being dark elves. Were they brothers? Were they married? Where were they from? Why had they left the town walls? Were they going to enslave the bandit? Was the bandit going to wind up chained to a bed in the brothel? The bandit had totally grabbed Largo’s dick in the scuffle, that meant he was a pervert so he’d deserve it anyway.
Largo’s relation–a cousin of his father, but she called herself Largo’s aunt rather than be more specific–was grateful to see her nephew safely delivered to her, and spat at the bandit when she saw him. She wasn’t ill, but her wife was, and so were the two hands who usually helped with the animals. The basket of food Largo carried was sorely needed.
“I don’t have anything on hand that would be worthy of someone like yourself,” she said. “But my wife expects a bountiful harvest of sorghum this year. Perhaps your lordship would accept a portion sent when it’s ready?”
“Yes, please!” Aelrak called out. Veredi looked over his shoulder at him, standing back near the road with the prisoner. Unruffled, Aelrak said, “If your lordship pleases.”
Veredi turned back to the half-elven aunt of the rescued Largo, smiling. “That would be very welcome,” he told her. “I’m at Hazelfield Manor, which I think any mail carrier would be able to find.”
She nodded. “Hazelfield Manor,” she repeated. “I’ll make sure you get some, lordship. Thank you ever so much.”
Largo did not need an escort home, slated to stay with his aunt until the rest of the farm was more recovered. With a reiterated promise from the aunt of reward to come with the harvest, Veredi and Aelrak turned back to the road, the captured bandit trailing a few steps behind them on a rope.
They passed other travelers on the road–locals moving in pairs and trios, who made wide passes of them when possible, wary of strangers, dark elves, or both. One pair was catkin, a pretty young girl with orange fur and an older woman with gray-brown, and Veredi considered the possibility of interrupting them, but decided one prisoner and one companion was enough to deal with. No matter how pretty the young orange catgirl was.
On the last deserted stretch of road into Bellsbridge, Veredi asked Aelrak, “Do you fuck men at all, then?”
“Some,” Aelrak said. He glanced just enough at Veredi to indicate the man trailing them on a rope. “I’m happy to help break 'em in. As long as you make sure it ain’t going to be uncomfortable.”
Veredi laughed. “Picky,” he said. After a moment, he added, “I wonder if Fara would want a go.”
“What?” Aelrak all but squawked. “You think that quiet little thing would want to?”
“I don’t know,” Veredi pointed out. “That’s why I was wondering. I mean, I didn’t ask about her sexual history or preferences. But a slave girl’s got to have few enough opportunities to fuck without being fucked, right? I may as well ask her.”
“You’re gonna get kicked outta the Mages’ Guild as a radical,” Aelrak said. He yanked on the rope. “Keep up, asshole.”
Veredi glanced back at the prisoner. He was wide-eyed and perhaps a little flushed. Had he not thought about the probable result of being captured until now?
The prisoner was a stout man who looked human apart from slightly-pointed ears. He might have been part gnome, dwarf, or elf. Not as much as half of any of them, Veredi didn’t think, unless he wasn’t actually mostly human. The prisoner had several days’ worth of beard growth on the lower half of his face, as well as several days’ worth of grime. His clothes had been decent traveling leathers once, but they were very worn and smelled as if they might be starting to rot; the clothes beneath them almost certainly were. His hair was down to his ears and shaggy with it, as if he wore it short but had been forced to forgo haircuts. His skin was the kind of medium brown that nearly everyone but dark elves and orcs might be, while his hair seemed to be a darker, redder brown.
Once at the manor, Veredi dismissed Aelrak to do his other chores. Aelrak, of course, had a whole list of things he wanted to get done on top of his usual tasks. Veredi wondered if he was always eager to please or if he liked having a project. He’d lucked out when Aelrak tried to mug him, he reflected. It was something of a shame that he didn’t want to fuck Veredi; he was attractive and convenient. But Veredi told himself he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when it was already letting itself be led.
He took the rope and led the prisoner down the stairs to the dungeon. The man went willingly enough, although he did pause at the foot of the stairs when he saw the torture equipment.
Veredi nudged him forward. “Come on, fella. I’m not stringing you up just yet.”
He steered the prisoner into one of the intact cells they’d put a mattress in, then removed the rope lead. The prisoner let himself be steered and turned as Veredi needed, with no resistance or tension at all. Veredi tossed the rope through the bars of the cell back towards the stairs. That way it wouldn’t be in the cell to be used against him, even though at this point he doubted this prisoner would attempt something like that. As Largo’s mother said: better safe than sorry.
Veredi turned the prisoner around to face him again. “You know how this works,” he said. “From now on, I own you.” He smiled, then went on, “In fact, from the time my servant and I put those shackles on you, I owned you.” He cupped the man’s cheek, because he could. Underneath the grime and under-nourishment, this prisoner was a rather handsome man. To his credit, he didn’t pull back or flinch away. Veredi murmured, “You and I both know you weren’t doing so well, hmm? Going after a child like that. You must have been quite desperate.” He lowered his hand and took a step back. “Honestly, a private cell and guaranteed meals looks like it’s a step up for you.”
The former bandit slowly turned red. He didn’t nod, but he also didn’t shake his head.
Veredi smiled at him again, more warmly this time. “Since you’re so underfed, I think we’ll skip the part where you start at one meal a day and earn more with good behavior,” he decided. “I’m going to take the gag off now, but if you try to bite me or threaten me in any way, it’s going back on until meal-time, understand?” The man nodded. Veredi turned him around and untied the gag partway, lowering it around his neck. “How’s that?” he asked over the man’s shoulder.
The man cleared his throat, then said, “Better. Sir.”
“Good boy,” Veredi purred. The man visibly shivered. Veredi had intended to leave it there, but the man’s reaction made him want to push. Veredi asked quietly, “What’s your name?”
“Odger, sir,” the prisoner said, almost whispering.
“Odger,” Veredi murmured. “Did you hear what we were talking about earlier?” Odger nodded. “So what’s the plan?” he murmured.
After a moment, Odger said, “You’re going to rape me.”
“Mm,” Veredi hummed. “But are we?” He ran his finger down Odger’s neck, making him shiver again. “It’s not rape if you want it, Odger. And it seems to me as if you might want it.”
“I–” Odger cleared his throat. Veredi heard his throat work as he swallowed. Odger said, “You’re very pretty. Sir.”
“So true,” Veredi said. “So then, Odger, what are we going to do with you?”
“Uh,” Odger said. “Fuck me?”
Veredi leaned in against Odger’s back to put his mouth right up to Odger’s ear. “That’s right,” he murmured. “And you’re going to like it, aren’t you?”
Odger let out a shaky breath. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I mean, I think so.”
The honesty was cute, as was the uncertainty. Veredi didn’t think it would be too difficult to ensure Odger had a nice enough time to like the experience as a whole. “So you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Veredi asked. “When I take these shackles off, you’ll stay right here, so you get fed and fucked, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, his voice going a little hoarse.
Veredi untied the gag the rest of the way, stuffing it into his pocket, then took a step away from Odger’s back in order to unlock the shackles. “Sit on the bed until I’ve locked you in,” Veredi said as he pulled off the cuffs. Odger immediately went to the bed and sat down on it. His face was definitely flushed, and Veredi could see the outline of his cock through his trousers. “Good boy,” Veredi said, and Odger looked down at the floor of the cell.
Odger stayed sitting on the bed, practically vibrating with tension, until Veredi was on the other side of the cell door and locked it behind him. He took a step back from the bars, just in case, then said, “Very good, Odger. Such a good boy for me.”
“Thank you, sir,” Odger said, still looking at the floor. The impression of his cock through his trousers was even more distinct now. It was probably quite distracting.
“I’ll come back down to take care of your hand and bring you some food,” Veredi said.
“Thank you, sir,” Odger repeated.
When Veredi got to the kitchen and saw Aelrak was alone in there, he announced, “Well, I’ve got bad news if you were really looking forward to raping our prisoner.” Aelrak looked up at him. “He’s into it,” Veredi said. “Seems to be looking forward to it.”
“Hm,” Aelrak said. “Odd.”
Veredi shrugged. “Maybe he’s really into men,” he suggested. “Or elves.”
“Or not making decisions,” Aelrak said. He looked back down at his paperwork. “I’ve heard some people find that a draw.”
“Yeah, but you’d think he’d’ve just come to town and signed himself over to the guild if that’s all it is,” Veredi said, shaking his head. He leaned on the table in a way that he strongly suspected would have pissed off the cooks he’d known. “Anyway, it did make me think about something,” Veredi said. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but he and Aelrak had been speaking Ujreno with each other, and Ujreno as a language lacked some of the distinctions that Veredi was used to. Saying you were going to rape someone was clear enough, and the difference between that and fucking them was likewise plain, but fucking still encompassed an awful lot of activities. Veredi asked Aelrak, “Would fucking me be a more appealing prospect if I said you could be the one putting it in?”
Aelrak looked up from his papers again, his pale eyes wide. “Uh,” he said. “Yeah, a bit.”
Veredi sighed and shook his head. “I knew I should have clarified,” he said. “We never would have had such a miscommunication in Lyssi.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t try, because I don’t know any Lyssi,” Aelrak said. He considered for a few moments, then asked carefully, “Do you mean to say you’d be willing to have any sort of sex I wanted with me?”
“I mean, not anything,” Veredi said. “There’s some shit I’m not into. But I’m not some Inysa-Vehona traditionalist who would never deign to suck a cock just because it’s attached to my servant.” In Lyssi, it would have been clear just from Aelrak’s word choice which of them he expected to be the one penetrated. The Irstafflysians had cared a great deal about who did what to whom during sex, ascribing meaning to it that Veredi had always thought was rather limiting. It wasn’t a universal attitude among modern elves, but conservatives in cities like Inysa-Vehona still held onto some of those perceptions, aided by the way Lyssi marked it out.
For the first time, Aelrak looked at Veredi as if he was picturing him naked. Veredi was delighted to find it felt even better when he had to wait for someone to realize he was attractive than when they saw it right away. It felt less about his face and more about him. That Aelrak could know Veredi was a sick bastard, and a pervert, and a fraud, yet still find him attractive was rather nice. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Aelrak said, his voice dark enough with desire to send a shiver down Veredi’s spine.
“Anyway,” Veredi said, pushing off the table to stand properly on his feet again, “we’ve got to feed him, clean his hand, and then for the love of fuck bathe him. And I’ll need your help for the last one.”
“Should we bother cleaning his hand if we’re about to bathe him?” Aelrak asked. He stacked his papers before setting them aside. “Clean bandages’ll just get wet.”
“Oh, good point, I guess that can wait,” Veredi said. “I’ll take him some food if you’ll fill the bath?”
“And get towels and bandages,” Aelrak said as he stood up. “I’ll come get you to bring him up when it’s ready.”
Odger ate the somewhat meager leftovers from the household’s breakfast with evident appreciation, going slowly enough to not make himself sick. Veredi wondered if he’d been hungry that long, or experienced the shrunken stomach side effect before. When Odger was finished eating, he looked at Veredi expectantly.
“Easy, boy,” Veredi said, “you’re getting a bath first.”
Odger flushed and looked down at the floor again. “Yes, sir.”
Aelrak came down after a few minutes, at which point Veredi unlocked the cell so they could escort Odger to the bathroom.
Odger was startled when he saw the bathroom.
“Yes, aren’t you lucky,” Veredi said, nudging him further into the room. “You ought to get a cold sponge bath in your cell, but here you are, getting a thorough scrubbing from two handsome dark elves. Some people would pay a lot of money for this sort of experience.”
“Would they, now?” Aelrak muttered. “Strip,” he said at full volume to Odger, who began to do so.
Veredi hummed. “Well, people with particular tastes,” he allowed. He looked over Odger’s shoulder at Aelrak, smirking. “I won’t tell you to be gentle with Odger, here. He can take it.”
“More like he wants to take it,” Aelrak said. Odger teetered a bit, as he stood on one foot to pull off his boot.
Veredi untied the ribbon holding his shirt closed before unbuttoning his sleeves. “We ought to undress as well,” he said to Aelrak as he did so.
Aelrak nodded. He said, “When he’s done.”
The parts of Odger’s body that had been covered by his clothes were less visibly filthy, but the rings around his collar and wrists were dreadful, and a fresh wave of stink came from the clothes as he pulled them off. He started to hang them up on the hooks along the wall, before Aelrak said, “Oh, don’t bother. Those are all destined for the rag bin at this point.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said. He let his clothes crumple onto the floor in a heap, then kicked his boots and stockings over to join it.
“Stand up straight,” Aelrak ordered. He was already kicking off his shoes and unfastening his trousers. “Let Lord Veredi get a good look at you.”
Odger was shorter than either of them, though not by a great deal. He came up to Veredi’s chin, and to about Aelrak’s eyes. He was thick, barrel-chested and without a distinct waist. He turned to face Veredi, standing tall and straight, his face flushed. His chest was also flushed, underneath the hair coating it. His belly was hairy as well, as were his meaty thighs. His cock was likewise thick, not entirely soft at this point, and looked as if it would be a generous size when fully erect. His pubes were an out-of-control bush, which Veredi found unsightly and inconvenient, but that was simple to fix.
“And around,” Veredi said, twirling his finger. “Let me see all of you.”
Odger’s back and ass were nothing to write home about, although Veredi thought he probably had a nicely muscular back when he wasn’t half-starved. He was built for labor, if not for fighting. His ass was a little hairy, and he had a few zits on his lower back. He really had been wearing those dirty clothes for too long.
When Aelrak was naked, his own clothes hanging from the hooks on the wall with his shoes neatly lined up beneath them, he said, “Odger, was it? Gimme your hand.” Odger extended his undamaged hand. Aelrak rolled his eyes. “Your other hand.”
Veredi finished undressing as Aelrak unwound the bandage on Odger’s hand, then had him dip it in a basin of water to loosen the bit that had been glued to his skin with blood. Odger hissed when the bandage stuck, but did not otherwise protest or resist. Veredi gathered his hair up into a bun on the top of his head, then used the ribbon from his shirt collar to tie it in place. He was sure it looked silly, since he’d done it without a reflection, but he didn’t want to get the ends of his hair all wet.
Aelrak glanced over at him. “Oh, good idea, milord,” he said. “I don’t suppose you have another?”
He had a less attractive bit of cord in his pocket that he’d used to tie his braid off while he slept last night. “Hold still,” Veredi said, then went and started combing his fingers through Aelrak’s hair.
Aelrak froze, holding onto Odger’s wounded hand and bloody bandage. Aelrak’s hair was softer, but thicker, and gathered easily into a neat topknot in Veredi’s hands. He looped the cord around it, pulled it tight, then finished it with a backwards bow, because he forgot he was doing someone else’s hair and his fingers moved automatically.
“Eh, good enough,” Veredi said. He patted Aelrak’s shoulder, then sidled around beside him. “How’s your hand, Odger?”
“Uh,” Odger said. “Fine?” Aelrak resumed peeling the bandage up, and Odger winced. “As fine as could be expected,” he amended.
“I don’t think it should bleed too much if you hold it still,” Aelrak said. He continued slowly peeling the bandage up. “But you should let us do most of the work.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, sounding very much as if it was automatic.
“Good boy,” Veredi murmured. Louder, he said, “I’ll start getting him wet while you finish that.”
“Sure,” Aelrak said. After a beat, he added, “My lord.”
Odger was really very dirty. Some of the dirt began to run as soon as Veredi wiped him down with a wet cloth, but some of it was going to take scrubbing. The cleaning enchantment on the bath basin wasn’t advanced enough to handle chunks or large bits of detritus, but thankfully most of it seemed like ground-in dirt rather than a coating of mud, blood, or lint.
“I think I’ll wash the wound before we take him into the bath proper,” Aelrak said. “If that’s all right with you, my lord.”
“Sure,” Veredi replied, pressing himself up against Odger’s back to reach around and wet down his chest without getting in Odger’s way. The way it made Odger go completely tense was a happy side-effect. It was like having a toy who was also a little afraid of him.
It took Aelrak longer to properly clean Odger’s wound than it took for Veredi to get him clean enough to take in the bath, so Veredi occupied himself by teasing Odger. He paid an inordinate amount of attention to Odger’s chest hair and nipples. Odger sported a semi by the time Aelrak moved them to the bath.
Aelrak joined in on the teasing once they had Odger in the bath, although Veredi didn’t know if Odger could tell Aelrak was also teasing him. Aelrak’s version of teasing was less flirtatious than Veredi’s, of course. He briskly soaped Odger’s chest up and pretended not to notice when Odger sucked in a breath or twitched. Veredi took his time washing Odger’s injured arm, then moved on to his legs when Aelrak started on the other arm. He pointedly ignored Odger’s cock for the moment, which was shaping up to be pretty damn impressive now that it was mostly hard. They had Odger sit down so they could scrub his feet, which he attempted to demur because it turned out he was very ticklish.
Veredi washed Odger’s hair while he was still sitting, which took more than one pass with the shampoo bar. Veredi hadn’t realized it, having long hair himself, but it seemed like short hair could somehow get dirtier than long hair. He would have thought the longer hair collected more dirt and debris, but considering how filthy Odger’s hair and scalp were, that must have been wrong.
When they had Odger stand up once more, Aelrak lathered up his hands and went directly for Odger’s cock. Odger gasped and jerked away on reflex. Veredi gave his ass a little smack anyway. “Hold still,” he said.
“Sorry, sir,” Odger breathed. “I was startled. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Aelrak said. “Spread your legs a bit, I don’t want to miss anything.” Odger widened his stance a bit, and Aelrak brusquely grabbed his balls. Odger grunted a little, but didn’t flinch away.
Veredi took a few moments to just watch Aelrak jerk Odger off while he pretended that wasn’t what he was doing. Then he said, “Aelrak, I think we’ve missed a spot.”
“Did we?” Aelrak asked, sounding unconcerned. He fondled Odger’s balls some more, spreading around the soap and lather. Odger’s hips trembled.
“We did,” Veredi said, dipping his fingers in the water. Water was not the best lubricant, but it was better than nothing. He slid his fingers between the cheeks of Odger’s ass. Odger moaned just a bit.
“Oh, of course, my lord,” Aelrak said. “I should have realized.”
Without discussing it, they turned Odger around and had him kneel on the bench. They sat down on either side of him, Aelrak still toying with his cock while Veredi teased his asshole. Aelrak occasionally grabbed some more soap, although he was no longer making much of an effort to pretend this was about cleaning; he was using the extra slip. Veredi didn’t think it would be a good idea to do the same, seeing as he was going inside Odger.
For his part, Odger held still and let them do what they willed. His breathing grew more and more labored. Soon enough he was failing to hold himself back from twitching and jerking in response to Aelrak and Veredi’s ministrations.
“You’re taking it so well,” Veredi purred. His fingers made a squelching sound as he pressed them in again. Odger gasped for breath.
“What are you talking about?” Aelrak asked, tugging again on Odger’s cock. “We’re just cleaning him up. Your lordship doesn’t need a filthy slave dirtying up the place.”
“But he’s being so good for us,” Veredi said, looking over at Aelrak with wide, innocent eyes. He belied his protest by stroking his fingers along Odger’s prostate. “Good behavior warrants praise.”
Aelrak grinned back at him, a nasty grin with a smug undercurrent, which made heat zap down Veredi’s spine. “Begging my lord’s pardon,” he said, “but good behavior is only what your lordship is due. It’s not worth rewarding.”
Veredi didn’t trust himself to respond aloud. He merely swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, and shifted his attention back to fucking Odger with his fingers.
“Besides,” Aelrak murmured, “he’s enjoying the attention. Aren’t you?” Odger didn’t reply. Aelrak scowled and stopped yanking on his cock to squeeze it in his fist, drawing up the foreskin to the head and practically holding it hostage. Odger yelped, his asshole clenching around Veredi’s fingers as Aelrak repeated, “Aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir!” Odger cried.
Aelrak relaxed his grip but did not resume stroking Odger’s cock. “Yes sir what?” he asked.
“Uh,” Odger said. Poor man was lost, too overwhelmed to follow the conversation. “Yes sir I’m…a slut?”
Veredi laughed. Aelrak was smirking as he said, “I suppose that’s true enough.”
“Well,” Veredi said, “he’s a smart fellow.” He rubbed his finger against Odger’s prostate again, which made Odger’s cock twitch. “He already knows how he can be useful.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, looking at Veredi. “Yes, please, I can be useful.”
Veredi paused, then drew his fingers out of Odger’s ass entirely. Odger whimpered at the loss. Veredi said, “I can think of some ways you can be useful. Turn around and bend over.” He looked over at Aelrak. “Fuck his ass for me.”
Aelrak grinned at him. “Yes, my lord,” he said, taking a step back and stroking his own cock.
Watching Aelrak work his cock into someone else’s ass probably could have gotten Veredi there on its own. Aelrak was merciless as well as handsome, and Odger was now a lovely combination of sensitive and submissive that meant he made the sexiest little sounds when Aelrak moved in him.
In fact, despite his cock being unattended except for how it was now pressed against the wall of the bath, Odger came quite quickly, shooting ropes of come onto the tiled bath wall, which dripped down into the bath water. Aelrak paused, glancing over at Veredi for permission to keep going.
“I don’t care if he’s satisfied,” Veredi said. He wasn’t quite finished yet himself, considering no one had been playing with his cock, or nipples, or asshole. Not that he wouldn’t happily watch Aelrak bully someone’s hole even after he was spent. Even without the prospect of Aelrak fucking him now that they both understood what was on offer, Veredi would have counted himself lucky just to watch Aelrak fuck other people.
Aelrak’s eyes, meanwhile, dropped to Veredi’s lap, where Veredi had his own cock in hand. Oh, he was much more interested now that he knew he wouldn’t have to take Veredi’s cock in order to please him. Veredi bit his lip to hold back a shiver.
Odger cried out when Aelrak’s thrusts redoubled. “No, please,” he moaned. “I can’t, it’s too much, stop!”
Veredi hissed in a breath just to cover his gasp at how much that affected him. “Hit him,” he told Aelrak.
Aelrak pulled almost all the way out, slapped Odger’s ass, then plunged back in. Odger sobbed. “That’s not your decision, slut,” Aelrak growled, and fucking gods, how was Veredi supposed to cope with that?
After a few more thrusts, Odger managed to gather himself enough to say, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“As you should be,” Veredi said. He had to reach down to squeeze his balls as he yanked on his dick. “If I tell you to take it, what’s your job?”
Odger groaned. “To take it, sir.”
“That’s right,” Veredi said. He hoped he could get Aelrak to be that rough with him. He knew Veredi wasn’t really noble, didn’t really think he was above Aelrak. To Odger, Veredi went on, “Right now, you’re just a hole to be filled.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger agreed, sounding very much as if he was crying.
Aelrak’s fingers visibly dug into Odger’s hips to pull him back onto his cock as far as Odger would go. His fingertips were white from the force of it. He asked, “What are you?”
Odger whined for a second. “A hole,” he gasped. “A hole to be filled. I’m–oh, gods–I’m a hole to be filled.”
If Veredi was not mistaken, his orgasm arrived only a few moments before Aelrak did. His cock spasmed in the bathwater, adding to the mess he hoped the cleaning spells could take care of. Aelrak ground his hips against Odger’s ass, letting out a low groan.
They’d done enough to clean Odger up before Aelrak put it in him that he didn’t need to clean off his cock. He gave it a quick pass anyway, apparently for good measure, while Odger lay slumped over the edge of the basin, face on the floor tiles, and Veredi attempted to convince himself he should not fall asleep in the warm, used bath water.
“What a nice show,” Veredi murmured when he saw Odger’s eye on him. “You make an excellent cock sleeve, Odger.”
Odger squeezed his eyes shut. “Thank you, sir,” he said.
Odger was unable to look Aelrak in the eye as Aelrak helped him out of the bathing pool and bandaged his wounded hand. Aelrak, despite not smiling, exuded a smug air. It was maddening. Veredi really would have liked to fuck him about it, but he wouldn’t even be up to it tonight after this.
GENERAL PURPOSE WARNING BC I'M NOT GOING TO BREAK THIS ONE DOWN BY CHAPTERS: rape, slavery, sexual slavery, breeding, incest, torture, POV characters participating in or at least complicit in all of the above. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat. Starts out mild, gets a lot worse before it gets better.
This bit does have smut in it, fyi.
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There were some small items that would make life easier around the manor that didn't cost so much that Veredi felt like it was fair to keep them back from Aelrak and Fara. A proper accounts ledger, a bound journal, an apron, some gloves for gardening. Soaps, seasoning, an extra set of clothes for each of them. The clothes were honestly the worst part, but they were a necessary expense if Veredi didn't want smelly servants or laundry dictating the schedule too much. He only bought himself nicer clothes than he bought Aelrak and Fara because he was able to get some second-hand.
After three days, Veredi had Aelrak join him for a hunting trip outside the city walls.
"I don't know anything about fighting, you saw that," Aelrak protested when Veredi told him to find a sturdy stick from the garden to take.
"You don't need to," Veredi said. "I'm not planning to fight fair, here. We find some mark, surround them, and beat 'em until they drop their weapon. You don't have to finesse anything, just don't bash their brains out or break anything a common healing elixir can't fix."
As they walked out of the city gates, Aelrak muttered, "I feel like a thug." He shifted his grip on the stick. It wasn't quite thick enough to be a club, but it was a solid enough stave.
"I'm a gentleman now," Veredi said, the first time he'd as much as admitted to Aelrak he hadn't always been one. "That means you are an adventurer. Or a bodyguard, if you like."
"A toady," Aelrak retorted. "A flunky."
"That's still a step above thug," Veredi said, laughing. "Let's go to the eastern crossroads, I've heard around town there's always bandits lurking there, causing trouble for the farmers."
Indeed, after mere seconds of being within earshot of the eastern crossroads, they heard a woman or young boy yelping, "Let go of me!" Veredi and Aelrak hurried in that direction as quietly as they could.
"C'mon, kid," growled a scruffy bandit, grabbing at a pre-adolescent human youth of indeterminate gender. "You don't need all that."
The scruffy bandit was a stout male human, unfortunately, not a pretty elven girl or a busty catkin, but he was clumsy enough that Veredi was confident they could take him. He might not get Veredi into the Mages' Guild, but he'd make enough money to take a step in that direction.
Veredi stopped Aelrak to whisper in his ear. "You go around behind him," he said, "I'll approach him near the kid. Aim for his knees while I've got him distracted." Aelrak nodded, then started circling around.Veredi made some noise as he approached, although he waited until the kid spotted him and yelled for help to call out, "What are you doing to that child?"
The bandit swore, then pulled a dagger out of his belt. "You stay outta this!" he shouted.
The dagger was in better shape than Aelrak's knife had been, but Veredi took some pleasure in drawing his own short sword. Stolen from someone who'd stolen it from a city guard-turned-mercenary, it was a nice blade. "Or what?" Veredi asked him quietly.
The bandit was too distracted by Veredi’s sword and his prey escaping to notice Aelrak coming up behind him. Veredi stepped forward to brandish his sword, to keep the bandit’s eyes on him.
The bandit evidently took Veredi’s feint for all the sword-fighting skills he had, and sneered. He took a half-step forward, and Aelrak walloped him in the calf.
Prepared for this, Veredi swiped at the bandit’s hand as his legs buckled, making him drop the knife. Aelrak leapt back as the bandit tried to spin around, then managed to bash him on the outside of the other knee. Then bandit collapsed to the ground, then lurched to one side. Perhaps he thought he was lunging for his knife, but he had lost track of it when he dropped it and lurched in the wrong direction. Veredi stabbed his sword into the bandit’s hand.
The fight effectively over, Veredi jerked his head at the bandit’s dagger. “Grab that,” he said to Aelrak, who did.
They used rags and rope to gag the bandit and bind his bleeding hand, then shackled his wrists behind his back. Veredi took the bandit’s belt and dagger sheath off him, then handed them to Aelrak. “Here, it’s better than your busted shit,” he said.
“Oh, thank you, my lord,” Aelrak said, making a sarcastic show of gratitude, bowing over the dagger. “I’ll treasure it always.”
“Shut up,” Veredi said without any heat, smiling as he turned to the tree the kid had clambered into. “Hey, kid!” he called out. “You all right?”
The kid appeared from the upper branches of the tree, dropping down into a lower and more visible fork of the trunk. “Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
The kid claimed to be a boy of thirteen, on his way from one farm to another with extra food after a relative took ill. “It’s not even a mile,” he said with big, wide eyes. “I never thought I’d have to worry about being attacked.”
“I’m glad we could help,” Veredi said. “Do you want us to escort you the rest of the way?”
The boy looked over Veredi’s shoulder, at Aelrak leading the shackled and gagged bandit over. “Uh, sure,” he said. “Better safe than sorry, Mum says.”
The boy was named Largo, and his destination was less than half a mile away. Largo had many questions about Veredi and Aelrak being dark elves. Were they brothers? Were they married? Where were they from? Why had they left the town walls? Were they going to enslave the bandit? Was the bandit going to wind up chained to a bed in the brothel? The bandit had totally grabbed Largo’s dick in the scuffle, that meant he was a pervert so he’d deserve it anyway.
Largo’s relation–a cousin of his father, but she called herself Largo’s aunt rather than be more specific–was grateful to see her nephew safely delivered to her, and spat at the bandit when she saw him. She wasn’t ill, but her wife was, and so were the two hands who usually helped with the animals. The basket of food Largo carried was sorely needed.
“I don’t have anything on hand that would be worthy of someone like yourself,” she said. “But my wife expects a bountiful harvest of sorghum this year. Perhaps your lordship would accept a portion sent when it’s ready?”
“Yes, please!” Aelrak called out. Veredi looked over his shoulder at him, standing back near the road with the prisoner. Unruffled, Aelrak said, “If your lordship pleases.”
Veredi turned back to the half-elven aunt of the rescued Largo, smiling. “That would be very welcome,” he told her. “I’m at Hazelfield Manor, which I think any mail carrier would be able to find.”
She nodded. “Hazelfield Manor,” she repeated. “I’ll make sure you get some, lordship. Thank you ever so much.”
Largo did not need an escort home, slated to stay with his aunt until the rest of the farm was more recovered. With a reiterated promise from the aunt of reward to come with the harvest, Veredi and Aelrak turned back to the road, the captured bandit trailing a few steps behind them on a rope.
They passed other travelers on the road–locals moving in pairs and trios, who made wide passes of them when possible, wary of strangers, dark elves, or both. One pair was catkin, a pretty young girl with orange fur and an older woman with gray-brown, and Veredi considered the possibility of interrupting them, but decided one prisoner and one companion was enough to deal with. No matter how pretty the young orange catgirl was.
On the last deserted stretch of road into Bellsbridge, Veredi asked Aelrak, “Do you fuck men at all, then?”
“Some,” Aelrak said. He glanced just enough at Veredi to indicate the man trailing them on a rope. “I’m happy to help break 'em in. As long as you make sure it ain’t going to be uncomfortable.”
Veredi laughed. “Picky,” he said. After a moment, he added, “I wonder if Fara would want a go.”
“What?” Aelrak all but squawked. “You think that quiet little thing would want to?”
“I don’t know,” Veredi pointed out. “That’s why I was wondering. I mean, I didn’t ask about her sexual history or preferences. But a slave girl’s got to have few enough opportunities to fuck without being fucked, right? I may as well ask her.”
“You’re gonna get kicked outta the Mages’ Guild as a radical,” Aelrak said. He yanked on the rope. “Keep up, asshole.”
Veredi glanced back at the prisoner. He was wide-eyed and perhaps a little flushed. Had he not thought about the probable result of being captured until now?
The prisoner was a stout man who looked human apart from slightly-pointed ears. He might have been part gnome, dwarf, or elf. Not as much as half of any of them, Veredi didn’t think, unless he wasn’t actually mostly human. The prisoner had several days’ worth of beard growth on the lower half of his face, as well as several days’ worth of grime. His clothes had been decent traveling leathers once, but they were very worn and smelled as if they might be starting to rot; the clothes beneath them almost certainly were. His hair was down to his ears and shaggy with it, as if he wore it short but had been forced to forgo haircuts. His skin was the kind of medium brown that nearly everyone but dark elves and orcs might be, while his hair seemed to be a darker, redder brown.
Once at the manor, Veredi dismissed Aelrak to do his other chores. Aelrak, of course, had a whole list of things he wanted to get done on top of his usual tasks. Veredi wondered if he was always eager to please or if he liked having a project. He’d lucked out when Aelrak tried to mug him, he reflected. It was something of a shame that he didn’t want to fuck Veredi; he was attractive and convenient. But Veredi told himself he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when it was already letting itself be led.
He took the rope and led the prisoner down the stairs to the dungeon. The man went willingly enough, although he did pause at the foot of the stairs when he saw the torture equipment.
Veredi nudged him forward. “Come on, fella. I’m not stringing you up just yet.”
He steered the prisoner into one of the intact cells they’d put a mattress in, then removed the rope lead. The prisoner let himself be steered and turned as Veredi needed, with no resistance or tension at all. Veredi tossed the rope through the bars of the cell back towards the stairs. That way it wouldn’t be in the cell to be used against him, even though at this point he doubted this prisoner would attempt something like that. As Largo’s mother said: better safe than sorry.
Veredi turned the prisoner around to face him again. “You know how this works,” he said. “From now on, I own you.” He smiled, then went on, “In fact, from the time my servant and I put those shackles on you, I owned you.” He cupped the man’s cheek, because he could. Underneath the grime and under-nourishment, this prisoner was a rather handsome man. To his credit, he didn’t pull back or flinch away. Veredi murmured, “You and I both know you weren’t doing so well, hmm? Going after a child like that. You must have been quite desperate.” He lowered his hand and took a step back. “Honestly, a private cell and guaranteed meals looks like it’s a step up for you.”
The former bandit slowly turned red. He didn’t nod, but he also didn’t shake his head.
Veredi smiled at him again, more warmly this time. “Since you’re so underfed, I think we’ll skip the part where you start at one meal a day and earn more with good behavior,” he decided. “I’m going to take the gag off now, but if you try to bite me or threaten me in any way, it’s going back on until meal-time, understand?” The man nodded. Veredi turned him around and untied the gag partway, lowering it around his neck. “How’s that?” he asked over the man’s shoulder.
The man cleared his throat, then said, “Better. Sir.”
“Good boy,” Veredi purred. The man visibly shivered. Veredi had intended to leave it there, but the man’s reaction made him want to push. Veredi asked quietly, “What’s your name?”
“Odger, sir,” the prisoner said, almost whispering.
“Odger,” Veredi murmured. “Did you hear what we were talking about earlier?” Odger nodded. “So what’s the plan?” he murmured.
After a moment, Odger said, “You’re going to rape me.”
“Mm,” Veredi hummed. “But are we?” He ran his finger down Odger’s neck, making him shiver again. “It’s not rape if you want it, Odger. And it seems to me as if you might want it.”
“I–” Odger cleared his throat. Veredi heard his throat work as he swallowed. Odger said, “You’re very pretty. Sir.”
“So true,” Veredi said. “So then, Odger, what are we going to do with you?”
“Uh,” Odger said. “Fuck me?”
Veredi leaned in against Odger’s back to put his mouth right up to Odger’s ear. “That’s right,” he murmured. “And you’re going to like it, aren’t you?”
Odger let out a shaky breath. “Yes, sir,” he said. “I mean, I think so.”
The honesty was cute, as was the uncertainty. Veredi didn’t think it would be too difficult to ensure Odger had a nice enough time to like the experience as a whole. “So you’re going to be a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Veredi asked. “When I take these shackles off, you’ll stay right here, so you get fed and fucked, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, his voice going a little hoarse.
Veredi untied the gag the rest of the way, stuffing it into his pocket, then took a step away from Odger’s back in order to unlock the shackles. “Sit on the bed until I’ve locked you in,” Veredi said as he pulled off the cuffs. Odger immediately went to the bed and sat down on it. His face was definitely flushed, and Veredi could see the outline of his cock through his trousers. “Good boy,” Veredi said, and Odger looked down at the floor of the cell.
Odger stayed sitting on the bed, practically vibrating with tension, until Veredi was on the other side of the cell door and locked it behind him. He took a step back from the bars, just in case, then said, “Very good, Odger. Such a good boy for me.”
“Thank you, sir,” Odger said, still looking at the floor. The impression of his cock through his trousers was even more distinct now. It was probably quite distracting.
“I’ll come back down to take care of your hand and bring you some food,” Veredi said.
“Thank you, sir,” Odger repeated.
When Veredi got to the kitchen and saw Aelrak was alone in there, he announced, “Well, I’ve got bad news if you were really looking forward to raping our prisoner.” Aelrak looked up at him. “He’s into it,” Veredi said. “Seems to be looking forward to it.”
“Hm,” Aelrak said. “Odd.”
Veredi shrugged. “Maybe he’s really into men,” he suggested. “Or elves.”
“Or not making decisions,” Aelrak said. He looked back down at his paperwork. “I’ve heard some people find that a draw.”
“Yeah, but you’d think he’d’ve just come to town and signed himself over to the guild if that’s all it is,” Veredi said, shaking his head. He leaned on the table in a way that he strongly suspected would have pissed off the cooks he’d known. “Anyway, it did make me think about something,” Veredi said. He hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but he and Aelrak had been speaking Ujreno with each other, and Ujreno as a language lacked some of the distinctions that Veredi was used to. Saying you were going to rape someone was clear enough, and the difference between that and fucking them was likewise plain, but fucking still encompassed an awful lot of activities. Veredi asked Aelrak, “Would fucking me be a more appealing prospect if I said you could be the one putting it in?”
Aelrak looked up from his papers again, his pale eyes wide. “Uh,” he said. “Yeah, a bit.”
Veredi sighed and shook his head. “I knew I should have clarified,” he said. “We never would have had such a miscommunication in Lyssi.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t try, because I don’t know any Lyssi,” Aelrak said. He considered for a few moments, then asked carefully, “Do you mean to say you’d be willing to have any sort of sex I wanted with me?”
“I mean, not anything,” Veredi said. “There’s some shit I’m not into. But I’m not some Inysa-Vehona traditionalist who would never deign to suck a cock just because it’s attached to my servant.” In Lyssi, it would have been clear just from Aelrak’s word choice which of them he expected to be the one penetrated. The Irstafflysians had cared a great deal about who did what to whom during sex, ascribing meaning to it that Veredi had always thought was rather limiting. It wasn’t a universal attitude among modern elves, but conservatives in cities like Inysa-Vehona still held onto some of those perceptions, aided by the way Lyssi marked it out.
For the first time, Aelrak looked at Veredi as if he was picturing him naked. Veredi was delighted to find it felt even better when he had to wait for someone to realize he was attractive than when they saw it right away. It felt less about his face and more about him. That Aelrak could know Veredi was a sick bastard, and a pervert, and a fraud, yet still find him attractive was rather nice. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Aelrak said, his voice dark enough with desire to send a shiver down Veredi’s spine.
“Anyway,” Veredi said, pushing off the table to stand properly on his feet again, “we’ve got to feed him, clean his hand, and then for the love of fuck bathe him. And I’ll need your help for the last one.”
“Should we bother cleaning his hand if we’re about to bathe him?” Aelrak asked. He stacked his papers before setting them aside. “Clean bandages’ll just get wet.”
“Oh, good point, I guess that can wait,” Veredi said. “I’ll take him some food if you’ll fill the bath?”
“And get towels and bandages,” Aelrak said as he stood up. “I’ll come get you to bring him up when it’s ready.”
Odger ate the somewhat meager leftovers from the household’s breakfast with evident appreciation, going slowly enough to not make himself sick. Veredi wondered if he’d been hungry that long, or experienced the shrunken stomach side effect before. When Odger was finished eating, he looked at Veredi expectantly.
“Easy, boy,” Veredi said, “you’re getting a bath first.”
Odger flushed and looked down at the floor again. “Yes, sir.”
Aelrak came down after a few minutes, at which point Veredi unlocked the cell so they could escort Odger to the bathroom.
Odger was startled when he saw the bathroom.
“Yes, aren’t you lucky,” Veredi said, nudging him further into the room. “You ought to get a cold sponge bath in your cell, but here you are, getting a thorough scrubbing from two handsome dark elves. Some people would pay a lot of money for this sort of experience.”
“Would they, now?” Aelrak muttered. “Strip,” he said at full volume to Odger, who began to do so.
Veredi hummed. “Well, people with particular tastes,” he allowed. He looked over Odger’s shoulder at Aelrak, smirking. “I won’t tell you to be gentle with Odger, here. He can take it.”
“More like he wants to take it,” Aelrak said. Odger teetered a bit, as he stood on one foot to pull off his boot.
Veredi untied the ribbon holding his shirt closed before unbuttoning his sleeves. “We ought to undress as well,” he said to Aelrak as he did so.
Aelrak nodded. He said, “When he’s done.”
The parts of Odger’s body that had been covered by his clothes were less visibly filthy, but the rings around his collar and wrists were dreadful, and a fresh wave of stink came from the clothes as he pulled them off. He started to hang them up on the hooks along the wall, before Aelrak said, “Oh, don’t bother. Those are all destined for the rag bin at this point.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said. He let his clothes crumple onto the floor in a heap, then kicked his boots and stockings over to join it.
“Stand up straight,” Aelrak ordered. He was already kicking off his shoes and unfastening his trousers. “Let Lord Veredi get a good look at you.”
Odger was shorter than either of them, though not by a great deal. He came up to Veredi’s chin, and to about Aelrak’s eyes. He was thick, barrel-chested and without a distinct waist. He turned to face Veredi, standing tall and straight, his face flushed. His chest was also flushed, underneath the hair coating it. His belly was hairy as well, as were his meaty thighs. His cock was likewise thick, not entirely soft at this point, and looked as if it would be a generous size when fully erect. His pubes were an out-of-control bush, which Veredi found unsightly and inconvenient, but that was simple to fix.
“And around,” Veredi said, twirling his finger. “Let me see all of you.”
Odger’s back and ass were nothing to write home about, although Veredi thought he probably had a nicely muscular back when he wasn’t half-starved. He was built for labor, if not for fighting. His ass was a little hairy, and he had a few zits on his lower back. He really had been wearing those dirty clothes for too long.
When Aelrak was naked, his own clothes hanging from the hooks on the wall with his shoes neatly lined up beneath them, he said, “Odger, was it? Gimme your hand.” Odger extended his undamaged hand. Aelrak rolled his eyes. “Your other hand.”
Veredi finished undressing as Aelrak unwound the bandage on Odger’s hand, then had him dip it in a basin of water to loosen the bit that had been glued to his skin with blood. Odger hissed when the bandage stuck, but did not otherwise protest or resist. Veredi gathered his hair up into a bun on the top of his head, then used the ribbon from his shirt collar to tie it in place. He was sure it looked silly, since he’d done it without a reflection, but he didn’t want to get the ends of his hair all wet.
Aelrak glanced over at him. “Oh, good idea, milord,” he said. “I don’t suppose you have another?”
He had a less attractive bit of cord in his pocket that he’d used to tie his braid off while he slept last night. “Hold still,” Veredi said, then went and started combing his fingers through Aelrak’s hair.
Aelrak froze, holding onto Odger’s wounded hand and bloody bandage. Aelrak’s hair was softer, but thicker, and gathered easily into a neat topknot in Veredi’s hands. He looped the cord around it, pulled it tight, then finished it with a backwards bow, because he forgot he was doing someone else’s hair and his fingers moved automatically.
“Eh, good enough,” Veredi said. He patted Aelrak’s shoulder, then sidled around beside him. “How’s your hand, Odger?”
“Uh,” Odger said. “Fine?” Aelrak resumed peeling the bandage up, and Odger winced. “As fine as could be expected,” he amended.
“I don’t think it should bleed too much if you hold it still,” Aelrak said. He continued slowly peeling the bandage up. “But you should let us do most of the work.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, sounding very much as if it was automatic.
“Good boy,” Veredi murmured. Louder, he said, “I’ll start getting him wet while you finish that.”
“Sure,” Aelrak said. After a beat, he added, “My lord.”
Odger was really very dirty. Some of the dirt began to run as soon as Veredi wiped him down with a wet cloth, but some of it was going to take scrubbing. The cleaning enchantment on the bath basin wasn’t advanced enough to handle chunks or large bits of detritus, but thankfully most of it seemed like ground-in dirt rather than a coating of mud, blood, or lint.
“I think I’ll wash the wound before we take him into the bath proper,” Aelrak said. “If that’s all right with you, my lord.”
“Sure,” Veredi replied, pressing himself up against Odger’s back to reach around and wet down his chest without getting in Odger’s way. The way it made Odger go completely tense was a happy side-effect. It was like having a toy who was also a little afraid of him.
It took Aelrak longer to properly clean Odger’s wound than it took for Veredi to get him clean enough to take in the bath, so Veredi occupied himself by teasing Odger. He paid an inordinate amount of attention to Odger’s chest hair and nipples. Odger sported a semi by the time Aelrak moved them to the bath.
Aelrak joined in on the teasing once they had Odger in the bath, although Veredi didn’t know if Odger could tell Aelrak was also teasing him. Aelrak’s version of teasing was less flirtatious than Veredi’s, of course. He briskly soaped Odger’s chest up and pretended not to notice when Odger sucked in a breath or twitched. Veredi took his time washing Odger’s injured arm, then moved on to his legs when Aelrak started on the other arm. He pointedly ignored Odger’s cock for the moment, which was shaping up to be pretty damn impressive now that it was mostly hard. They had Odger sit down so they could scrub his feet, which he attempted to demur because it turned out he was very ticklish.
Veredi washed Odger’s hair while he was still sitting, which took more than one pass with the shampoo bar. Veredi hadn’t realized it, having long hair himself, but it seemed like short hair could somehow get dirtier than long hair. He would have thought the longer hair collected more dirt and debris, but considering how filthy Odger’s hair and scalp were, that must have been wrong.
When they had Odger stand up once more, Aelrak lathered up his hands and went directly for Odger’s cock. Odger gasped and jerked away on reflex. Veredi gave his ass a little smack anyway. “Hold still,” he said.
“Sorry, sir,” Odger breathed. “I was startled. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” Aelrak said. “Spread your legs a bit, I don’t want to miss anything.” Odger widened his stance a bit, and Aelrak brusquely grabbed his balls. Odger grunted a little, but didn’t flinch away.
Veredi took a few moments to just watch Aelrak jerk Odger off while he pretended that wasn’t what he was doing. Then he said, “Aelrak, I think we’ve missed a spot.”
“Did we?” Aelrak asked, sounding unconcerned. He fondled Odger’s balls some more, spreading around the soap and lather. Odger’s hips trembled.
“We did,” Veredi said, dipping his fingers in the water. Water was not the best lubricant, but it was better than nothing. He slid his fingers between the cheeks of Odger’s ass. Odger moaned just a bit.
“Oh, of course, my lord,” Aelrak said. “I should have realized.”
Without discussing it, they turned Odger around and had him kneel on the bench. They sat down on either side of him, Aelrak still toying with his cock while Veredi teased his asshole. Aelrak occasionally grabbed some more soap, although he was no longer making much of an effort to pretend this was about cleaning; he was using the extra slip. Veredi didn’t think it would be a good idea to do the same, seeing as he was going inside Odger.
For his part, Odger held still and let them do what they willed. His breathing grew more and more labored. Soon enough he was failing to hold himself back from twitching and jerking in response to Aelrak and Veredi’s ministrations.
“You’re taking it so well,” Veredi purred. His fingers made a squelching sound as he pressed them in again. Odger gasped for breath.
“What are you talking about?” Aelrak asked, tugging again on Odger’s cock. “We’re just cleaning him up. Your lordship doesn’t need a filthy slave dirtying up the place.”
“But he’s being so good for us,” Veredi said, looking over at Aelrak with wide, innocent eyes. He belied his protest by stroking his fingers along Odger’s prostate. “Good behavior warrants praise.”
Aelrak grinned back at him, a nasty grin with a smug undercurrent, which made heat zap down Veredi’s spine. “Begging my lord’s pardon,” he said, “but good behavior is only what your lordship is due. It’s not worth rewarding.”
Veredi didn’t trust himself to respond aloud. He merely swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, and shifted his attention back to fucking Odger with his fingers.
“Besides,” Aelrak murmured, “he’s enjoying the attention. Aren’t you?” Odger didn’t reply. Aelrak scowled and stopped yanking on his cock to squeeze it in his fist, drawing up the foreskin to the head and practically holding it hostage. Odger yelped, his asshole clenching around Veredi’s fingers as Aelrak repeated, “Aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir!” Odger cried.
Aelrak relaxed his grip but did not resume stroking Odger’s cock. “Yes sir what?” he asked.
“Uh,” Odger said. Poor man was lost, too overwhelmed to follow the conversation. “Yes sir I’m…a slut?”
Veredi laughed. Aelrak was smirking as he said, “I suppose that’s true enough.”
“Well,” Veredi said, “he’s a smart fellow.” He rubbed his finger against Odger’s prostate again, which made Odger’s cock twitch. “He already knows how he can be useful.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger said, looking at Veredi. “Yes, please, I can be useful.”
Veredi paused, then drew his fingers out of Odger’s ass entirely. Odger whimpered at the loss. Veredi said, “I can think of some ways you can be useful. Turn around and bend over.” He looked over at Aelrak. “Fuck his ass for me.”
Aelrak grinned at him. “Yes, my lord,” he said, taking a step back and stroking his own cock.
Watching Aelrak work his cock into someone else’s ass probably could have gotten Veredi there on its own. Aelrak was merciless as well as handsome, and Odger was now a lovely combination of sensitive and submissive that meant he made the sexiest little sounds when Aelrak moved in him.
In fact, despite his cock being unattended except for how it was now pressed against the wall of the bath, Odger came quite quickly, shooting ropes of come onto the tiled bath wall, which dripped down into the bath water. Aelrak paused, glancing over at Veredi for permission to keep going.
“I don’t care if he’s satisfied,” Veredi said. He wasn’t quite finished yet himself, considering no one had been playing with his cock, or nipples, or asshole. Not that he wouldn’t happily watch Aelrak bully someone’s hole even after he was spent. Even without the prospect of Aelrak fucking him now that they both understood what was on offer, Veredi would have counted himself lucky just to watch Aelrak fuck other people.
Aelrak’s eyes, meanwhile, dropped to Veredi’s lap, where Veredi had his own cock in hand. Oh, he was much more interested now that he knew he wouldn’t have to take Veredi’s cock in order to please him. Veredi bit his lip to hold back a shiver.
Odger cried out when Aelrak’s thrusts redoubled. “No, please,” he moaned. “I can’t, it’s too much, stop!”
Veredi hissed in a breath just to cover his gasp at how much that affected him. “Hit him,” he told Aelrak.
Aelrak pulled almost all the way out, slapped Odger’s ass, then plunged back in. Odger sobbed. “That’s not your decision, slut,” Aelrak growled, and fucking gods, how was Veredi supposed to cope with that?
After a few more thrusts, Odger managed to gather himself enough to say, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“As you should be,” Veredi said. He had to reach down to squeeze his balls as he yanked on his dick. “If I tell you to take it, what’s your job?”
Odger groaned. “To take it, sir.”
“That’s right,” Veredi said. He hoped he could get Aelrak to be that rough with him. He knew Veredi wasn’t really noble, didn’t really think he was above Aelrak. To Odger, Veredi went on, “Right now, you’re just a hole to be filled.”
“Yes, sir,” Odger agreed, sounding very much as if he was crying.
Aelrak’s fingers visibly dug into Odger’s hips to pull him back onto his cock as far as Odger would go. His fingertips were white from the force of it. He asked, “What are you?”
Odger whined for a second. “A hole,” he gasped. “A hole to be filled. I’m–oh, gods–I’m a hole to be filled.”
If Veredi was not mistaken, his orgasm arrived only a few moments before Aelrak did. His cock spasmed in the bathwater, adding to the mess he hoped the cleaning spells could take care of. Aelrak ground his hips against Odger’s ass, letting out a low groan.
They’d done enough to clean Odger up before Aelrak put it in him that he didn’t need to clean off his cock. He gave it a quick pass anyway, apparently for good measure, while Odger lay slumped over the edge of the basin, face on the floor tiles, and Veredi attempted to convince himself he should not fall asleep in the warm, used bath water.
“What a nice show,” Veredi murmured when he saw Odger’s eye on him. “You make an excellent cock sleeve, Odger.”
Odger squeezed his eyes shut. “Thank you, sir,” he said.
Odger was unable to look Aelrak in the eye as Aelrak helped him out of the bathing pool and bandaged his wounded hand. Aelrak, despite not smiling, exuded a smug air. It was maddening. Veredi really would have liked to fuck him about it, but he wouldn’t even be up to it tonight after this.
