Ivygate - Part 14

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

He’d never seen beauty like it. The boy was young, perhaps only a year older than Noah himself. Yet, he was perfect in every sense of the word. His smooth skin looked golden and was stretched over youthful muscle. He was taller by at least an inch than even the tallest man around him, and he commanded the entire kitchen with such confidence that Noah felt nervous in his presence. The short sleeved shirt that he wore was stretched around his torso, and when he finally laid his stunning blue eyes on the naked slave, he smiled.

“Are you hungry, slave?” He asked, apparently unbothered by Noah’s nudity. He swallowed hard and shook his head. The young man had a soft accent that he’d never heard before. “Are you sure?” He pressed, and plated the most delicious looking pasta that Noah had ever seen before holding it under his nose. “I hear they don’t let you eat our food, is it true?”

He felt like he was under a spell. The beautiful scent of the chef’s cooking made his mouth salivate, but he couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t simply the sight of the man alone. He nodded.

“What a shame” he smiled, and twirled a fork in it before sliding it into his own mouth and making a face that reminded Noah of an orgasm. “It really is delicious”.

Was he teasing him? His cheeky smile said as much, but when he took another forkful of pasta, he aimed it toward Noah. “Try it” he said, and Noah’s lips parted slowly until he felt the food on his tongue. “Like a cock” he nodded, “delicious, succulent, special”.

When Noah finished the admittedly beautiful mouthful, he wiped his lips on the back of his arm and remembered why he was there. Suddenly, the idea of asking such a bizarre question made his cheeks burn.

“You want to suck some dick” the young chef smiled, “you’re not the first slave to come to us for his homework” he laughed, and took Noah around his shoulders before guiding him through the kitchen. “Regrettably, we aren’t allowed to engage with the slaves, but I’ll point you in the right direction”.

Noah felt a pang of misery. The young chef was the most handsome person he’d ever laid eyes on, and homework or not, he would have given anything to have a moment of privacy with him.

Alas, they left the kitchen out the back door, and crossed a quiet courtyard as the sun burned down on them. “My name is Caspian” he said, “I’d ask yours, but until you’re a free man, it doesn’t particularly matter, does it?”

Noah shrugged. He liked the name, and very much wanted to tell him his.

“Noah” he said anyway, and Caspian smiled.

“You’re a rebel then?” He asked, as they walked through a small room that looked like a chapel.

“Am I?”

“Well, you’ve already broken a rule” Caspian laughed, “aren’t you supposed to address me as Sir?”

He winced. The rules were taking quite some time to get used to.

“Sorry sir”

The chef laughed softly and nudged him. “I’m kidding” he said, “kidding, that’s what you Americans say, right?”

Noah nodded.

“I’m Italian, but I like when they bring Americans in”.

“Why?”

Noah’s mind trailed from the question as he stared out at an endless orchard. It looked amazing under the blue canopy of the sky, and Caspian plucked a juicy red apple from one and handed it to him before taking one himself and sinking his teeth into it.

“They’re sweet” he said, as the juices flowed.

“The apples or the Americans?” Noah asked, chewing too.

“Both”.

As they continued walking through the orchard, Noah felt a warmth inside him, as well as outside. Despite the fact that he was naked, there was something about the young man that made him endlessly comfortable.

“There” Caspian said, as they reached the end. He pointed over to a small building and Noah cocked a brow. “The groundskeepers live there” he said, “they’ll help you with your homework”.

As Caspian turned to walk away, Noah called him back. He wasn’t sure why, and when the Italian looked over his shoulder, Noah squirmed.

“Goodbye Noah” he said with a smile, “but stop by the kitchen before the games, I’d quite like to indulge your taste buds again”.

A shiver of excitement rushed through him as he watched the tanned, handsome young man disappear, and then he heard a nasally voice that made him jump.

“What are you doing out here, slave?” A man of at least sixty snarled, and Noah turned to find him, shirtless, with a large gut pouring out over his shorts. His skin looked like hairy leather.

“I um… Caspian… He uh…”

“You here to suck some cock?” The man grinned, and Noah grimaced.

“Yes sir”.

“Then get your little ass in there” he said, “at our age, we don’t have all day!”

The hour that followed saw Noah being passed around by five pensioners. He gagged, spluttered and retched as each one fed him a wrinkled cock, until eventually he’d swallowed each ancient load and was led back to the door.

“You’re not very good, are you?” The original man growled, “whatever they’re teaching you in that castle isn’t working! And we don’t like our time being wasted, so don’t come back here until you’ve brushed up on your skills, slave!”

As the door slammed, Noah spat out the taste and wiped his mouth. “I don’t plan to” he hissed, and returned to the castle just in time to find Thad and Bran at the doors.

“Where have you been?” Thad snapped, yanking Noah onto the stone steps.

“I had homework” he whispered, and bowed his head like the other two as Reginald and the rest of the men appeared on the top step, dressed impeccably.

“Stand here slave” Pierre said, ushering Noah into position as they waited for something Noah couldn’t see.

“Not a single word from any of you” Reginald said as the low rumble of a helicopter sounded, and they all looked up to watch the winged beast land ahead of them.

“Who’s that?” Noah whispered, and felt a burning zap in his back when Sebastian tased him.

“Silence” he hissed.

They all watched as three men stepped out from the back of the helicopter. Just like Reginald. the man in the middle had silver hair combed back and wore a pair of designer sunglasses to compliment his pristine suit. He walked with a golden cane, but looked no older than forty. The men either side of him were as young as Noah, and just like him, they were completely naked. What shocked Noah the most, however, wasn’t their nudity.

“Reginald!” The man beamed from the bottom of the steps.

“Ferdinand” Reginald smiled, and they shook hands so Noah could see the countless golden rings on each of the man’s fingers. Sebastian slapped him in the back of the head, so he lowered it again and looked down at his naked body.

The only thing on Noah’s mind was the two naked men either side of Ferdinand. Not only were they naked, but despite the fact that they were both very clearly male, only a scar could be seen between their legs.

They both had long blond hair that fell over their slender shoulders. In fact, everything about them looked quite similar. Both sets of their nipples were pierced and had thick chains linking them across their hairless chests. They wore steel cuffs on their ankles and wrists, and around their necks sat tight silver collars.

“I hope the journey wasn’t too difficult” Reginald smiled, as the two men walked up the steps, and the cockless slaves followed.

“How could I miss something as exciting as this?” Ferdinand asked, “plus, I wanted to be here before Nikolai arrives and drinks the place dry!”.

“You’re five days early” Reginald replied, “I’m afraid preparations are only just beginning for the games”.

“Not to worry, old friend” he smiled, “my slaves won’t be arriving until Saturday, except these two of course”.

Reginald looked back at them, and without a single word, both naked men dropped to their knees and lay kisses on the man’s polished shoes.

“Perhaps I’ll have you teach these boys a thing or two” Reginald laughed, nodding toward Noah, Thad and Bran. When the man’s eyes landed on Noah, the youngster gulped.

“This is your entry, then?” He said, and grabbed Noah’s face until the boy winced. “You think you’ll beat my slave, boy?”

Noah trembled. He’d been told not to speak, but now he was being asked a direct question. He caught Reginald’s eye and the man nodded.

“Yes sir” he said, and Ferdinand glared for a moment before grinning.

“I like this one” he said, “can it fuck?”

“Not just yet” Oliver said, “but we’re working on it”.

Ferdinand nodded but kept his eyes on Noah. “Excellent” he said, “perhaps I’ll test it out before I leave”. He continued up the steps behind Reginald, and Noah listened as their conversation continued.

“I’ll never understand why you leave them with their manhood, Reg” he chuckled, “it’s awfully off-putting”.

Noah watched as the naked young men stood back up and followed their master completely mindlessly. He shuddered at the idea of being in their position, but as he looked back down at his locked cock, he realised that the only difference between them and him was that he was endlessly frustrated by the thing hanging between his legs.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Sebastian grinned, “in just five days, this entire island will be transformed”.

Oliver nodded. “Indeed” he said, “exciting for us, not as exciting for the workers who’ll be putting it all together”.

Sebastian scoffed. “Do you think I care about the workers? I’m set to win a considerable amount of money if Florian does what I know he can do”.

“Don’t tell me you bet against your own” Oliver spat, and Sebastian turned to Noah and smirked.

“Did you really think I’d put my fortune on this?” He asked, rubbing his thumb across Noah’s cheek. “What do you take me for, Oliver? An idiot?”

Noah tightened his jaw as the man mocked him.

“This one wont make it past the first round, mark my words”.