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The beautiful slave glanced at his trainer nervously. Despite the training the youth had gone through and the knowledge he possessed in regards to the consequences of being nervous, his body overrode his mind with the emotion. The trainer raised an eyebrow at the slaves' lack of control before bending towards him and spoke softly.
"Impress your buyer and you won't have to come back for another round"
The slave inclined his head in acknowledgment of his trainers advise. Born and raised within the Mokai Training Grounds, Andras knew no other life than that of a slave and as the doors to the sitting room opened, he ignored his nervousness and let himself fall into the memorized routine that had been designed for potential buyers.
As he moved through the doors the buyer saw the object of lust he had previously only seen on a picture. Green eyes glanced at him briefly before Andras remembered his position and cast them downwards, revealing the three green diamond shaped gems that were implanted in the shape of a V in his forehead. At the same time, he moved into the room with the grace of an angel, his waist long red hair flowing as though it was on fire behind him as he moved.
The only sound heard as the slave moved towards the buyer was the gold chain that was fastened to the elaborate gold collar that had been placed around his neck. Rather than falling to the floor and perhaps hindering the beautiful male's movements, the chain snaked around his waist before being fastened with a simple clip at the front.
Half way to where the buyer sat watching, Andras moved his hands to his side and undid the knot that held the sarong he wore up. Upon undoing it he lowered the hand that held the front of his sarong and let it drop to the floor, turning 360 degrees as he did so. Coming out of the turn, he was left holding the piece of fabric in one hand and displaying all that he was to the buyer before ending the simple routine by kneeling at the buyer's feet.
As Nervous as Andras was, he showed none of it. It would not help his position, yet, under the cold gaze of the man at whose feet he was kneeling, he could not avoid the shiver that ran through his body.
“He is impressive”
He heard the man's voice speak, relieve flooding through him as he detected lust in the man's voice. Andras knew that if a potential new Master did not feel anything for you, you were rejected, only to be paraded before the next buyer.
The man then took Andras' face into his hand and lifted it up, turning it from side to side as he studied the slave. Andras let the potential Master move his face as he pleased, hoping that the Master would not take offence to the makeup the he wore. The green and gold shades of eye shadow together with the coal outlines of his eyes had been applied to enhanced rather than distracted from the color of his eyes and gems, the bit of rouge on his cheeks, to highlight his cheekbones and soften the angular features of his face. Despite the makeup he wore, he could not be mistaken for a female.
“Look at me”
Andras heard the command and obeyed, his green eyes looking into the blue eyes of the potential Master, unable to keep his apprehension out of his own. He knew how the Masters of the Training Ground worked and how to predict them. The man who held his face now was unknown to him and he had problems reading him. What if he misinterpreted the Master? How would the man punish him for such a transgression? The potential Master had already given Andras the impression that he could be cold, and Andras, who took great care to ensure no transgressions were committed by him, feared the consequences.
The buyer nodded at Andras after a bit before looking away from the naked slave at his feet as he spoke to the supervisor. “I wish to speak to him on my own”
“Of course, Sir.” Andras heard the supervisor reply before hearing a door open and shut as he noted the potential master's dark hair and pale skin.
“Do you prefer men or women?” The Master asked, locking his eyes with Andras own as he exerted his authority over the slave.
“whichever is preferred, my Lord” Andras replied as he averted his eyes, unable to stand the gaze of the free man any longer.
“Not the answer I was looking for”
“my Lord?” Andras asked, leaning into the hand that held his face, showing affection towards it in the hope of confirming that despite being a man, he could please another man, completely unaware of the master's other hand was until it impacted loudly with his face.
“I asked a simple question, I expect a simple answer.“
Andras took a moment to compose himself before he spoke again. He knew there would be a red mark where the Master's hand had impacted with his face, and knew he deserved it. Who was he to think he could question a free person?
“forgive me, my Lord. I am nothing more than a slave trained to bring pleasure to his Masters. If it pleases my Lord, I prefer women”
He appologised for his transgression, his voice shaking from uncertainty. He had never been asked what he preferred before but had been trained to take whatever position his masters wanted him to and despite the fact that the Master wanted an honest answer, he was far from certain the answer would please the Master.
Rather than the answer infuriating the Master further, the Master surprised him as he drew Andras up via the hand on his face and kissed him passionately, confusing Andras further. Why had the Master asked which sexual preference he prefered if he meant to play with the slave regardless of that preference?
He let himself sink into the kiss, half closing his eyes as his own tongue joined the Master's in an erotic dance. How arousing the kiss was was something clearly seen as the Master pulled away, smirking at the slave's reaction before speaking again.
“You may go.”
Obediently, Andras got up, bowed to the Master and walked gracefully out of the room. Once outside, he bowed to the supervisor before holding the door open for him, shutting it after the supervisor had walked through it.
The moment the supervisor was back with the buyer and the door was shut, the trainer stepped in front of Andras, who was standing there with one red cheek, mildly shaken, eyes downcast and aroused.
“What happened, slave?” The trainer demanded to know.
At the question, Andras dropped to his knees. “forgive me, Master” Andras begged, “I failed to answer the Lord's question correctly”
“What question?”
“the Lord wanted to know my sexual preference, Master. ” He responded, unable to keep his fear of further repercussion out of his voice. “Master, I am nothing more than a toy for the pleasure of his Masters, the Lord commanded me to tell him that I prefer women.”
The trainer nodded curtly. “Get dressed, slave.”
Andras bowed again, touching his forehead against the ground before getting up and obeying the trainer's command without question.
As he wrapped the sarong around himself, his mind tried to deal with the state of confusion the potential master had put him in. He was happy not having a choice, had been happy to simply do what had been asked of him without caring for what he preferred and the potential Master had wanted him to know what he wanted, a concept which should be foreign for any slave. Yet, he had given the Master a clear answer only to have his body contradict his words as the Master kissed him. Written by Nefas Fatum
Andras Reece · Wed Feb 27, 2008 @ 04:31am · 0 Comments |
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