Ivygate - Part 15

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

In the days that followed the arrival of Ferdinand and his cockless slaves, the island became a bustling canvass of the most interesting people Noah had ever seen. They came in all shapes and sizes. There were men so skinny he could see their ribs. Others so large that clothes didn’t fit them. Muscular gentlemen, so ripped that their muscles had muscles, and relatively normal looking people who one would expect to see at the mall.

The slaves were easy to tell apart given that clothing seemed prohibited for them. Some walked naked, some only crawled on leashes. All of them were collared, but the collars ranged in extravagance. A young Korean boy of eighteen wore a collar made of diamond. A Swedish slave who looked as though he’d been carved from pale marble wore a collar of rubies. An Australian slave, wore a collar which attached to his chastity cage as well as a steel plug inside him, all made from the finest metals known to man.

Men paraded their nude servants on the beaches and throughout the castle as though they were collectables. One man in particular, a giant from Kenya with golden teeth and terrifying eyes, gave the guests great entertainment when he had his two slaves dog fight each other in the middle of the Great Hall.

Another man, a Briton who dressed in the finest clothes, and reminded Noah of a character from the eighteenth century, had his slaves sexually pleasure every man in the castle in an ordeal which lasted almost two days. Both young men were visibly exhausted by the time the last loads had been dumped into their utterly destroyed rectums, and Noah couldn’t help but feel sorry for them until he saw the smiles on their faces.

The meaning of the games was still lost on him. It was evident that there would be some sort of challenge, and that the winner would receive wealth beyond their wildest dreams, but as of yet, he knew nothing about what would happen to the losers. He also knew nothing about what the games would entail, either.

Workers had been flown in from the closest country, and had worked tirelessly since they’d arrived. The far side of the island was strictly out of bounds to all slaves, so Noah had spent the last number of days eavesdropping whilst he looked after his four owners.

“I hear they’ll finish sooner than anticipated” Pierre said, as Noah gagged quietly on his cock under the table.

“The games won’t begin until Monday” Reginald replied, “regardless of when they’re finished”.

“The odds are looking increasingly likely that our Russian guest will come out on top” Sebastian added, and dragged Noah toward him before stuffing his rod into his throat.

“Nonsense” Oliver chuckled, “we must have faith in our boy”.

“In our boy who still cant suck a cock?” Sebastian spat, and held his head down as he choked.

“We have a few more days to teach him” Oliver said, and a few minutes later, Sebastian pumped a warm load into Noah’s stomach and sent him on his way.

“Today you will make love”.

Oliver looked immaculate as he stood next to the bed wearing only a silk gown. Noah could see his cock through the opening, but sighed.

It had been over a week since the lessons had started, and the frustration, both sexual and otherwise, was beginning to take its toll. No matter what he did, it was wrong, and the most infuriating part was that Oliver refused to tell him what it was that he was doing wrong.

The young man walked toward him and reached for his cock, but Oliver grabbed his wrist and smiled.

“No” he said, as they stared at each other. “Not me”.

He cocked a brow. There was nobody else in the room, so if not Oliver, then who?

The door opened behind them, and he turned to watch as the beautiful young man from the kitchen sauntered in. He wore a linen shirt today, unbuttoned at the top to reveal his smooth, tanned skin. His shorts were of a similar colour and fabric, allowing Noah to gaze upon his perfect legs.

“Caspian” he almost gasped, as the chef smiled.

“Perhaps your mind is connected to your sex” Oliver said, turning Noah around, “maybe you’ll perform better with him”.

Oliver sat down behind his desk as Caspian approached. The cage between Noah’s legs was already tightening around his cock, and when the two of them stood inches apart, Noah felt a shiver of excitement.

“They say you’re the underdog” Caspian whispered, and unbuttoned his shirt further. “They say you’ve no chance”.

“Do they?” Noah swallowed, as his eyes trailed down the teen’s chest.

“You’re too inexperienced, apparently” he continued, before taking Noah’s hand and placing it over his heart. “But I think you’ll do alright”.

“Just alright?” He half smiled, feeling the warmth.

“Well, let’s find out, shall we?”

Caspian pressed his lips to Noah’s. The feeling forced his cock to swell inside the cage even more, and slowly he was pushed backwards onto the bed until he looked up as the young chef undressed.

“Watch me” he said, as he slid his shorts down to reveal his nudity. “Make me feel like you love me”.

Oddly, that wouldn’t be particularly difficult for Noah. His heart was already hammering inside his chest, because he’d never been as attracted to somebody in his life.

Oliver watched on as Caspian crawled onto Noah.

“Are you ready, Noah?” He whispered, and kissed him again.

“Yes”.

He flipped the slave onto his stomach and slowly pushed a finger into his hole. Noah gasped as the young man explored his insides, and felt his cock leak onto the bed.

“Put me inside you” Caspian said, kissing the back of his ear, “remember, you are the slave and as of now, I am the master”.

Noah moaned. The dynamic was far more arousing than he’d found it so far, so he reached back and grabbed hold of the thick organ before feeding it into his hole.

“Now fuck yourself on it” he said, “don’t make me work for it, show me that you know your place, Noah”.

He pushed his ass back onto the teen’s cock, impaling himself fully. He didn’t care about his own frustrations anymore, he simply wanted to please the most handsome man in the castle.

“Good, very good” Caspian gasped, remaining still as Noah fucked himself. “But I want you to sweat, boy. Show me how much you want my seed”.

Noah fucked harder. He angled himself so that every backwards thrust sent a rush of pleasure through both of them.

“That’s it” he moaned, “use your body the way it was meant to be used”.

Noah spun back around and kissed him. He didn’t know why, but the feeling of Caspian’s tongue in his mouth made him more excited than he’d ever been before. He twisted his body so that his legs were wrapped around the Italian’s hips, and dragged him deeper into his hole.

They stared at each other as the fucking continued. Caspian’s eyes were narrow, but there was a handsome smile on his face. Noah grabbed his hands and placed them on his chest, and the young chef began to squeeze his nipples as he fucked.

It took only a few seconds more before Noah felt his hole expand, and Caspian moaned as he shot his load deep inside him. He remained in place, gasping for breath as his cock softened, but their eye contact didn’t break until Oliver began to clap.

“I think we’ve figured it out, boy” he said, as Caspian dragged his cock out, “you’re a lover, not a fucker”.

Noah sat up as cum began to leak from him. He watched as Caspian dressed again and walked from the room, and he desperately wanted to follow him and continue their little encounter.

“Now we just need to use that same energy on every man who fucks you” Oliver chuckled, and pulled his gown down his arms, “so open those legs, boy, because you’re about to love a lot of people”.