The Trip, pt 5

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The Trip, Pt 5

Franziskus stirred, and opened his eyes. He felt refreshed from his afternoon nap. His boy, Endy, was fast asleep in his arms and he smiled to himself, thanking his good fortune that he had two such lovely boys. He lifted his head and craned his neck to see his other boy. River was curled on the coarse mat still. He looked so small lying there. Franziskus or Franzi as most people called him, unwrapped himself carefully from his brunette boy, not wanting to wake him just yet, and rolled off the bed. He stretched his body, working out the kinks that develop when you sleep. Then he padded, barefoot and naked over to where his lil sunshine slept. He crouched down beside him and very gently stroked his hair. The boy’s mouth was still stretched open by the ball gag even though his four hours had long transpired. Franzi smiled and looked down between the boy’s legs. His pretty boy cock lay limply against his thigh, nestled in a bush of blond hair. There was no sign of semen, so he felt satisfied that the slave boy had been good and not wanked himself into climax or cum in his sleep. Though his cock was limp his balls looked swollen, which also was a good sign. He would question the boy later, when he woke. For now he would let him sleep off any jet lag he had left. He looked back up the boy’s body to his face and was surprised to see a pair of sad green eyes looking at him.  

“Did you sleep well, my lil sunshine?” he said softly. The boy nodded and Franzi knew he was not telling the truth. His mouth was stretched by the ball gag and his cock must have throbbed for at least an hour but he didn’t contradict him. The boy was telling his Master what he thought he wanted to hear and he wouldn’t blame him for that. “Kneel,” Franzi said in a low voice. Endy was still asleep and he wanted to keep it that way for a while so he could spend some time with his first boy. River got up onto his knees, assuming the nadu position. Franzi saw him recoil when his tender rump rested on his heels but the boy never tried to adjust his position and Franzi loved him for that. The free man stood up and walked over to where his jeans were tossed carelessly on the floor and he searched the pockets. Finally he returned to where his boy knelt, a tiny key in his hand. He reached around the back of River’s head and inserted it into the lock, turning it till it clicked. Then oh so gently he removed the ball gag from his slut’s mouth. “Better,” he said kindly. River nodded and lowered his head. Franzi reached out and put his hand under his chin, lifting his head so he could see his pretty face. “Talk to me, my lil sunshine.” He said in a low voice. “Why so sad?”

River shook slightly and never met his Master’s eyes. “You don’t like me,” he said quietly.

The boy’s words took Franzi by surprise. Did he really think that? “Why do you think I don’t like you?” he asked.

“You took Endy to your bed.” River replied sadly. “You left me on the floor.”

“Oh my lil sunshine,” Franzi said sadly. “How long have you been my secondlife slave?”

River’s jaw twitched nervously and even though his head was being held up by Franzi’s hand, he still refused to meet his Master’s eyes, scared of the repulsion he might see there. “Nearly two years, my Master,” River said quietly.

“Do you think that I would have kept a slave for that long if I didn’t like him?” Franzi demanded. He felt a little angry at his boy for thinking that he would play favourites but also his mind kept telling him, be gentle with the boy, its new to him. He is scared. Scared he has disappointed you; that you don’t find him attractive. He is insecure.

“No, my Master,” River said in a small voice.

“Do you think that because I punished you more that I care less about you?” Franzi said a little roughness seeping into his voice.

River chewed on his bottom lip nervously, not knowing what to say; scared that his answer would anger his Master. “No, my Master,” he said eventually.

“That is right, no. You were punished more because you had made two mistakes on your arrival, not just one like Endy. Then you suffered more because you failed to hold still. Do you think that I strapped you more because I don’t like you or because you twisted away from the strap?” Franzi’s eyes blazed into River’s face.

“Because I twisted away, my Master,” River said miserably.

“That is right,” Franzi said. “What did we talk about, River, when you first become my slave?”

The boy looked up blankly, and then dropped his eyes again almost immediately and Franzi sighed. His lil sunshine had the most awful memory of anyone he had ever met. Once he had slept then there was little chance of him remembering anything. “I told you that it wasn’t personal and that once the punishment was done, it was forgotten and forgiven.”

River nodded sadly.

“Look at me, my lil sunshine,” Franzi said kindly, his hand lifted the boy’s chin a bit higher. The blond slut met his Master’s eyes for the first time since he had been punished. “You are beautiful,” Franzi said softly. “And you are mine.”

A faint smile reached his boy’s lips and he whispered. “I love you, my Master.”

Franzi smiled his lazy grin, leaned in and pressed his mouth to the boy’s lips, controlling the length and depth of the kiss. His tongue pressed deep into the boy’s mouth, owning it. The grip on his boy’s chin not giving him the option to pull away from him until he was ready. When he eventually let the boy loose, the blond was panting. His sweet boy cock had firmed up again and was jutting from his body. River blushed as he realised that his body had betrayed him and Franzi smiled widely. He had gotten that reaction from just a kiss; his lil sunshine really did have potential.

The free man stood up and held out his hand. River hesitated a second then took it, letting his Master lift him to his feet. Franzi looked towards the bed, Endy was still snoring softly, curled on his side, and then he turned his attention back to River. “Turn your back to me and bend,” Franzi commanded and River obeyed immediately, he had no wish to be punished again. He blushed a deeper shade of red now that his arse and hole were displayed to his Master but he held still.

Franzi examined the tender bruised rump. Damn the boy had bruised badly, he hadn’t expected that. “Do you usually bruise easy?” Franzi asked.

River swallowed. “Yes, my Master,” he replied. “Sometimes I wake with bruises that I don’t know how I got.”

Franzi nodded even though his boy could not see him. “Does it hurt much?” he asked.

River bit his lip, it hurt like hell but what should he say in reply. If he says yes it’s the worse pain he had since he had his operation would he anger his Master or sadden him? So he chose an answer he thought his Master would like to hear. “It’s bearable, my Master,” he said quietly.

Franzi ran his fingers over the deep bruises, already a deep purple and yellow combined. “Stand up,” he commanded and River straightened up. “Come with me.” The slave boy turned and followed his Master into the bathroom. “Turn on the shower,” Franzi commanded and River obeyed. The shower was a standard bath with an attachment.

“How hot do you like the water, my Master?”  River asked.

“Cool,” Franzi replied and River nodded his understanding and set the water to a tepid temperature. The free man stood waiting patiently while his boy prepared his shower, his hungry eyes ate in the slender slut, the curve of his lovely buttocks the creamy smoothness of his skin. How much more beautiful would he look with a collar locked around his lovely neck. Franzi felt his cock twitch and he reached down, stroking it to erection. He didn’t wait for his boy to tell him his shower was ready, instead he pushed past him and stood under the tepid water for a moment or two, letting it cascade down over his head and face. River knelt by the side of the bath, waiting to be commanded to fetch a towel, or to wash his Master.

After a moment or two, Franzi looked down at his slut and held out his hand again. “Come under the water, my lil sunshine and wash me.”

The slut stood wordlessly and stepped under the water with his Master. He picked up the soap bar and rubbed it between his hands to form lather and then he started to smooth it over his Master’s back and shoulders. Franzi let out a groan of pleasure. Every man, he thought to himself should have a slut to wash his body. The boy continued his task, washing his Master’s legs, arms, in his pits, his belly. He paused nervously as he reached his Master’s groin. “What are you waiting for, slut?” Franzi asked. “Wash me.”

River lathered his hands once more and then reached down, taking his Master’s manhood in his hands. He smoothed the soap over it, careful not to get any into the piss slit. He then reached under and massaged the foam into his Master’s balls. Franzi groaned louder than before and he grabbed his boy by his shoulders and spun him around, slamming him forcefully against the wall, pinning him there with his body. His soaped up cock pushed hard to the boy’s sphincter, pushing in steadily. River gasped and spread his legs wider as his Master claimed him as his. Franzi transferred his grip to the boy’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock, digging into him deeper with each thrust. He was being driven by pure lust. He reached around and grasped the boy’s smaller cock in his hand, pulling it each time he thrust. River moaned deeply, his wet soapy hands slipping on the smooth white tiled wall, held up only by the strength of his Master.

“Let me hear you beg, my lil sunshine,” Franzi hissed in his ear. “Let me know how much you want your Master.”

River groaned loudly. “Please, my Master,” he pleaded. “Fuck you slutboy, make him yours. Claim his boy cunt for your own. Please my Master, fuck your lil sunshine harder.”

The boy’s words excited Franzi more and he increased his pounding. River was gasping, never had he been fucked so violently but his body loved it, his cock was dripping steadily.

“Please ... my ... Master,” River begged, his voice breaking with each word. “Please... let... your...   slut...  cum.”

“Not yet, my slutboy,” Franzi growled in his ear. “Not yet.” The free man’s fingers dug deeply into his boy’s hips and in the back of his mind Franzi knew he would be responsible for yet more painful bruises on the boy’s body but he didn’t care right there and then. His boy was trembling with the effort of holding back his climax and Franzi himself was struggling, but he wanted his boy to remember their first time alone together.

“Fuck your slut’s boy cunt, my Master,” River moaned. “Stretch him wide and use his worthless body for your pleasure.”

Franzi growled and jerked as he came hard. The little minx had talked him into climax. He pumped his seed deep into the boy’s bowels, thrusting harder than before so that it filled him completely. The boy was almost weeping with his own need to cum. “Please, my Master,” he begged.

Franzi reached around him and took hold of his little boy cock and began to jerk him hard. His teeth found the lobe of his ear and he hissed, “Come for me slutboy, cum for your Master?” that was all that it took, within seconds the boy was shivering, trembling and boneless in his Master’s arms. “Good boy,” Franzi whispered in his ear. “Obedient boy.”

“I... I ... love... you,” River wept. “I love you, my Master, I love you.”

Franzi nibbled on his boy’s neck. “And I love you, my lil sunshine,” he breathed. He turned his boy around and fixed his hand in the back of his hair, pulling him close to his body for a long drawn out kiss that left the both of them gasping for breath. “Finish washing,” Franzi said tenderly. “Make sure you clean inside too.”

“Do you not want me to dry you, my Master,” River asked. His eyes were bright and shiny and he looked happy for the first time since Franzi had picked him up from the kennels.

“No, my lil sunshine, not this time. Wash yourself, if you want the water hotter you may increase the temperature.” He added that because he had noticed the way his little slutboy was shivering in the tepid water. “When you are done come into the main room. I am hungry and want to get some food and Endy will have to bathe too. So do not take too long.”

“I won’t, my Master,” River promised.

Franzi smiled, the boy looked radiant when he smiled. A good hard fucking had made the boy forget about his punishment and his hours alone on the mat. “Hurry,” Franzi said again, enforcing the urgency of his hunger. He lingered long enough to see his slutboy turn the water temperature right up and sigh as it warmed his chilled body. Franzi grinned again, shaking his head in awe of how hot the boy could bare the water as he went back into the main room.

Endy was sitting up on the bed, his hair dishevelled with bed head. “Go and get showered,” Franzi told him. “And be quick. Do not dally in there with your brother.”

“Yes, my Master,” Endy replied and he jumped off the bed, wincing from his long slow pounding earlier.

Franzi looked into his case and found that it had already been unpacked. He frowned for a moment, thinking when his boys would have had the time. Did River get off the mat and do it, disobeying his order to stay put? Then he remembered that his bags had been brought here by two village sluts, they would have unpacked for him. He went to his closet and took out a pair of brown checked shorts and a beige tee shirt and pulled them on. He didn’t bother with underwear. He didn’t look very Gorean but he really didn’t have any of those types of clothes. He would look around the village and if the prices were reasonable he would get something more suitable. He pushed his feet into a pair of brown deck shoes and turned around to find both of his boys kneeling silently behind him. Their naked bodies pink from the heat of the water.

“Are you hungry, my boys,” he asked.

Both slaves nodded. “Yes, my Master,” Endy said in a low voice. “Yes, my Master,” River echoed.

“Then on your feet my lovely sluts, it’s a long walk to the village.”