Blaine waits. As soon as they'd reached the house he'd been escorted in by an older house slave and deposited in this bedroom. Here, he is expected to serve his new master, Sebastian Smythe. Son of the most powerful dealer in the country, and owner of the farm he'd lived on for his entire life.

If there's anyone he needs to please, it's this man—

Boy. Sebastian's only two years older than him. He'ssixteen.

But still, he has to please him. And it's...daunting, to say the least. He's had most of his training, over the past year, of course—he'd been pulled from his mother on his thirteenth birthday and he's been learning the skills of a bed slave ever since. And he's pretty good at it. The slaves teaching him have always been pleased with his progress, anyway. And he kind of enjoys what he does, despite the minor humiliation of being so exposed all the time. He's used to it, but it's still really embarrassing to become aroused while completely naked and impaling one's self on a trainer while an older woman with a hard face watches and corrects your movements. Still—at least he gets aroused. There was another boy in the camp, just old enough to train, that winced and cried through most of his introductory training. So it's not all bad for Blaine.

He just wants to get it over with, actually. He's been waiting a while, and he's only getting more and more nervous about it. If Sebastian—Master—would just come in, he could get to it, and figure out how to please him, and get on with his life.

After all, thisishis life. It is now.

Helaysback on the bed and sighs. He's kind of hungry, andbored. The slaves had a pretty comfortable life in the camps, once they were chosen to be bed slaves. They had to be—well-treated slaves were pretty slaves, and they made more money that way. Blaine knows for a fact he would've caught a high price if he'd actually been bought on an open market—he'd been told as much whenever he got caught roughhousing or playing too hard. Even a skinned knee could leave a scar that brings down price. And he's already down in price because of his birthmark...like he can controlthat.

The doorknob rattles, and Blaine jumps to attention. He jumps up and kneels on the center of the bed, head low, shoulders back, hands folded behind him, knees spread just enough to present.

He peeks up as Sebastian walks in. He stops, halfway in, and Blaine can hear him draw in his breath as he takes in the view. Blaine had removed everything he was wearing but the regulation black briefs, and they've always looked good on him. He hopes Sebastian thinks so, too, and doesn't think he's being too forward by taking off the other clothes.

"Well, well," Sebastian says, and Blaine can sense a little bit of bravado in his words. "Aren't you the perfect present."

Blaine says nothing. He simply smiles a little, a little flushed at the praise. But he keeps his head low as Sebastian approaches.

"Are you prepared to serve me?"

Blaine almost cocks an eyebrow before he remembers himself. Ofcoursehe's prepared to serve, that's why he'd been bought—

"Yes, Master," he says instead. "In whatever way pleases you."

Sebastian breathes in again, loud and quick. He pauses before the bed, hands clenching and opening again at his sides.

"Good," he says, a little awkwardly. "Then come here."

Blaine climbs down off the bed and kneels at Sebastian's feet. He's filled with the urge to fidget, jittery energy flying through his limbs and down to his fingers and toes, but it wouldn't be appropriate. He can't appear inexperienced or inept—and he's not. He's trained slave, and he should do his mentors proud. And besides, it'll only make his life so much easier in the long run.

The first thing he ever learned was that most people are flattered by being wanted. And Sebastian...well, he's not bad-looking. Actually, he's quite handsome. Not the sort Blaine usually thinks about when he's touching himself, but he's not at all outside of what Blaine finds attractive. And the way Sebastian's looking athimis sending a flare of heat down into his belly. Sebastianwantshim, and it turns out that it's true—being wanted is a huge turn on.

So he raises his eyes imploringly, only the quick dart of his tongue to moisten his lips betraying his nerves.

"Master," he says questioningly, raising his hands. "May I?"

His fingers hover over the button on Sebastian's pants, and Sebastian nods, pushing his hips forward just a bit and pulling off his own shirt. He's well-toned, and Blaine licks his lips again, this time in anticipation as he takes in the pleasing muscles revealed on his master's body.

He unbuttons the pants, and unzips them slowly, teasingly. His knuckles just brush the hardness underneath, and a thrill runs through his body. He's touching an actual cock other than his own for the first time—and it'sreal, it's suddenly so real to him. This isn't a training module; this isn't a toy or a game or anything else. It's a real flesh-and-blood human before him, and one that he is finding himself eager to serve. His fingerstremblethe slightest bit as he tucks them into the waistband of Sebastian's pants and underwear and pulls them down smoothly.

"Good boy," Sebastian mumbles, and Blaine smiles, helping him step out of the mess of clothes and tossing them aside. He puts his hands on Sebastian's thighs and shuffles a little on his knees. Sebastian's skin is warm, and the muscle underneath is hard as it tenses beneath his hands. He just rubs soothingly and kneels up.

"May I serve you now?"

Sebastian groans and threads his fingers into Blaine's hair. He tugs in, and his intention is clear; Blaine moves with it and takes Sebastian into his mouth.

He bobs a few times, sucking and getting used to the taste of his skin, before he begins in earnest. But he barely manages to get Sebastian's cock into his throat before Sebastian tenses, and warmth floods his mouth.

No matter how many times he's been told what come tastes like, it didn't really prepare him. It's...weird. A little unpleasant at first, but not enough that he feels sick. It's not bad at all, and he thinks he could come to enjoy it over time, if only because he enjoys the way Sebastian fell apart like that. It's...satisfying.

"That—I'm sorry, I—"

Blaine pulls off and looks up, smiling and swallowing.

"Why are you sorry?"

Sebastian huffs, looking annoyed, and Blaine worries he said something wrong.

"Well, it wasn't supposed to end so soon—"

"We could always do it again," Blaine suggests. Remembering himself, he quickly tacks on, "Master."

Sebastian's eyes widen, and then Blaine's being hauled up by a strong pair of arms. Sebastian grips him beneath his shoulders and then around his waist, holding him close and backing him toward the bed. He stumbles back as cooperatively as he can and goes down when Sebastian pushes into him, and then Sebastian's on top of him, wound around him, kissing him deeply.

It's sloppy, and inexperienced, but Blaine doesn't mind at all. He's not exactly an expert at this himself—he'd only ever kissed one person, and he'd gotten his hand slapped for it.It'sone thing they don't really teach at the camps, because there's really no way to simulate a real mouth and it's highly discouraged to have relationships with other slaves.

But it's...it's actually really great. Blaine lets Sebastian figure it out, moving his lips along with him until Sebastian slips his tongue in. Blaine goes with it, enjoying it, and from the way Sebastian's breathing and the fact that he's getting hardagain,he's enjoying it, too.

Blaine thinks he might just like this life, now. Being pressed against someone else is really amazing. The hard muscles, the warm skin, the pressure of being held and desired and wanted are heady, and the way Sebastian's kissing him is getting better every second. And the pressure of Sebastian's thigh slipping between his own is beyond words—so much better than rubbing off on a pillow or into his own hand. It's not quite enough, but it keeps him hard and interested.

"So pretty," Sebastian gasps, pulling back and kissing down Blaine's neck. "God, you're gorgeous."

Blaine doesn't reply. Sebastian's doing something incredible to his neck, and he finds himself thrashing and whimpering as Sebastian sucks on his collarbone. Sebastian slips in between his legs and settles down, and Blaine spreads his legs to accommodate him, moaning when Sebastian's cock presses right up against his own.

"Yes, want you so bad," Sebastian says, his hands roaming over Blaine's body, exploring. Blaine lays back and allows it, hips pumping up into whatever friction he can find. It all feels sogood, being touched like this—

"I'm gonna fuck you." Sebastian tugs down his underwear and rises back up the bed, and Blaine forgets to be professional and seeks his mouth out again for another kiss. Sebastian's doesn't seem displeased at it, but he pulls away quickly. "Gonna fuck you so good, beautiful. Turn over for me."

Blaine nods and does as he's told, parting his thighs as wide as he can when he's on his stomach, arching his back and raising his hips. Sebastian grips his ass in both hands, spreading the cheeks wide, and Blaine's balls throb with the need to come.

"Touch me," he begs. "Please, Master, finger me open—"

Sebastian leans over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube. Blaine hears it click open, and then there's a cool slide of lube down his crack, sliding teasingly over his hole.

"Open yourself for me," Sebastian commands. Blaine immediately reaches back and runs his fingers through the lube, coating them as best he can. This, at least, he's familiar with—he's done it enough times. He relaxes himself, focusing on the drag of the bed against his cock, and slips a finger in.

Sebastian watches the whole time, and Blaine blushes under the weight of his stare, even if he can't see it himself. He can feel it, and when he's got three fingers in as deep as he can reach, he feels Sebastian's breath as he leans in close to inspect the view.

"So hot," he says, and Blaine wonders if he knows he's saying it out loud. "So open for me."

Blaine pulls his fingers out and pushes his ass up higher, a plea for attention. Sebastian takes it, and he hears another click of the lube cap and whines eagerly.Finally, it's going to happen, he needs it,yes—

"You gonna take me, beautiful?" Sebastian asks, and Blaine nods, pushing back and trying to seek Sebastian's touch. He never knew he'd want it this badly, it's never felt quite likethis—

The blunt pressure of Sebastian's cock is a godsend, and Blaine bears down on it as Sebastian pushes in just a little too quickly. He takes it, though, and the fullness is so much better than that of his training tools.It'swarmer, and both softer and harder at the same time, and it'sawesome.

"Fuck me," he whimpers. He turns his head and looks back, a technique that he'd heard mentioned a few times. Sebastian makes a deep, rumbling noise not unlike a growl and thrusts, and Blaine considers it a success.

Being fucked is everything Blaine thought it would be. He'd always been curious about what it would be like without control of it himself, with the weight of someone else against him, and he understands now why the bed slave trade is so lucrative. Sex is the best thing he's ever felt. It feels fantastic, especially when he manages to tilt and Sebastian hits his prostate, sending jolts up his spine with every thrust. He cries out and pushes back, and Sebastian responds in kind, pushing in harder and faster and Blaine'sso close—

Sebastian leans down, plastering himself along Blaine's back, and he bites down. Blaine cries out again, this time in pain, but he keeps moving his hips, chasing orgasm. It's just out of hisreach,he needs something else, something more—

"Want you to come," Sebastian pants in his ear, licking the shell. "Come for me, come on—"

"Need—need—"

Sebastian pauses, and Blaine almost sobs in frustration when he pulls out and flops onto the bed beside Blaine.

"Ride me," he demands. "Get on top, come on, ride me—"

Blaine straddles over him and sinks down as fast as he can, needing more, needing it now. He settles in Sebastian's lap, angles himself as best he can, and starts bouncing, leaning back just a little bit, his hands on Sebastian's thighs. It's perfect, it's amazing, it's exactly what he needs, and he brings one hand forward and grips his cock and strokes hard and fast and—

"Ah, yes,yes!" he gasps, coming all over his fist. Sebastian babbles something beneath him, and he winces at the shoot oftoo muchthrough his nerves but he keeps going, rolling hisspineand tensing his thighs.

"So—so good—hah, hah, fuck,fuck!"

Sebastian bucks up, and Blaine clenches around him, stilling and letting Sebastian take over the movement how he wants. After a long moment, Sebastian collapses back, sweating and heaving for breath, and Blaine pulls off, fumbling a little and feeling a little gross with come filling him up.

He gets off the bed and looks around, a little lost. Where are the towels, or a bathroom, or even some wet wipes? He needs to clean—

"Bathroom's through there," Sebastian says, pointing to a door in the corner.Blaine nods his head and offers a quickthank you, Masterbefore he shuffles out, feeling silly but also not wanting to drip bodily fluids on the lush carpeting.

He cleans up quickly before he finds a washcloth and runs it under the warm water. He wrings it out and takes a deep breath before walking back out into the bedroom. Sebastian is laying spread out on the bed, an arm thrown over his eyes, a smile on his lips. Blaine clears his throat so as not to surprise him and then starts cleaning Sebastian up, gently wiping remnants of come and lube from his soft cock.

"Hmmm," Sebastian hums, sounding pleased and looking down at Blaine as he works. Blaine smiles a little shyly, hoping he did a good job.

When he's done, he feels a hand slap onto his ass and stay there, squeezing faintly.

"Mmm, I expect you to wake me in the morning," Sebastian says. "I like to wake at six thirty so I can bathe and eat before school, so be sure to be here by then. I want that pretty mouth on me first thing, and then you'll tend me while I'm in the bath."

"Yes, Master," Blaine says. "Do you want me to fill the bath for you beforehand, or...?"

"I'll have a house slave do that for now," Sebastian says. "Just don't be late. Now go get some sleep—there should be a slave outside waiting to take you to your new room."

"Yes, Master," Blaine says. As an afterthought, he adds, "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome."

Sebastian grins, wolfish and a little too confident for someone who came within five seconds of being blown earlier, but Blaineletsit slide. He just smiles and bows his head before slipping on his underwear and heading to the door.

If this is going to be his life, he could probably get used to it. He just hopes he can get some sleep and a good meal in him—maybe someone will help him out with that. And maybe, soon, he won't be the only bed slave Sebastian owns, so he'll get a break. And when he does have to serve Sebastian, maybe Sebastian will be better at things. Maybe he can try to teach him, just a subtle nudge in the right direction. Itwasfun, but still, it could be better. Blaine knows how, it could happen—

Soon, he thinks. It'll get better soon.