Ivygate - Part 13

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The room was dark and bare. Other than a steel bed with a thin mattress, there was only a single window high above his head and the door that he’d entered through. Noah squeezed his hand around the cage and sighed.

This was a far cry from the bedroom he’d slept in the previous night. Now his very own penis had been locked away from him, and the fineries of the castle were only available to those who weren’t slaves.

It had been a difficult day. The early morning start, the lessons in love making, the humiliating punishments, and the ordeal with the exotic guests. Yet, most interesting of all, was the mention of the Slave Games.

Noah felt his eyes grow heavy as he thought about it. They’d given him no answer to his questions, and neither Thad nor Bran had any idea, either. He could dwell on it all night if he wanted to, but another day loomed, and if the most recent one was anything to go by, Noah knew that he’d better get some sleep.

It was already uncomfortably warm out by the time Noah stood outside Pierre’s office. It was barely five in the morning, and his naked body was sticky with sweat.

“Walk with me, boy” Pierre said, marching by him and strolling through the quiet castle. Noah hurried behind.

He had yet to appreciate the scale of Ivygate. From the outside, it was indeed something to behold, but inside the old, medieval building, it felt like a world that shouldn’t exist in modern times.

“You’re getting used to your nudity then?” Pierre asked, as they walked out onto yet another balcony just in time for the blazing sun to begin its journey into the sky behind the horizon of the sea.

“Yes sir” Noah replied, though he wasn’t so sure.

Pierre sat down and no sooner than he had, Bran appeared with a large iced drink and set it down silently before disappearing.

“I’d offer” the man smiled, and sipped, “but you’re still in training”.

Noah nodded and remained on his feet.

“Yesterday was purposely hectic” he continued, watching the sunrise, “the Serpentinas like to test the new slaves, and despite what you might think, you did well”.

“Well?”

“Well enough that Edwin himself has placed five million on you to win”.

Noah’s mouth fell open. He stared at the handsome man as he sipped away. Five million? How did any one person have such money to begin with? And why on earth would anybody waste it on him?

“B… But I don’t even know what I have to do!” Noah gasped, now feeling utterly responsible for the man losing five million dollars.

Pierre smiled at him. It wasn’t a sadistic smile, but a genuine one.

“Reginald was right about you, slave” he said, “you’re innocence is extraordinary”.

“I’m not innocent”.

“Really?” He asked, his lip curling, “you’re well versed in the perversions of sex, then?”

“Well…” His voice trailed off for a moment. He’d certainly experienced sex, but yesterday was an introduction that he hadn’t expected.

“You have a lot to learn, Noah” he said, “and I’m afraid, not a lot of time to learn it”.

“What are the Slave Games?” He finally asked, desperately hoping that Pierre would give him an answer that wasn’t so cryptic.

“A genius idea, if I do say so myself” he chuckled, “but all I can tell you is that you’ll compete against other slaves, and the winner will spend the rest of their lives in luxury”.

“But I already have a million dollars”.

Pierre laughed and beckoned Noah closer. He obliged.

“Do you see this little thing around your cock, boy?” He said, taking the package into his hand which instantly caused Noah to swell inside it.

“Yes sir”.

“In thirty days you’ll be so desperate to rid yourself of it that you’d part with at least half of your million dollars”.

Noah audibly scoffed. Sure, it was frustrating not to have use of his own cock, but he certainly wouldn’t spend half a million for the pleasure of it again.

“You think I’m lying?” He continued, and turned Noah around so that he was facing the sun as it rose.

Noah gasped as a finger slid inside his hole. Pierre moved slowly, but it took him only seconds to find the prostate, and slowly he began to massage.

“For somebody like you” he said, teasing the walnut sized gland as Noah’s eyes rolled back and his cock twitched, “one million dollars is a significant amount of money that you have absolutely no concept of”.

He moaned and dropped his head back.

“You have no idea what the true value of one million dollars is” he continued, rubbing his fingertip until fluid leaked from the cage. “You buy a house, a car, some nice clothes. You take a fancy vacation, eat like a king for a year or two, and then what, slave?”

Noah whimpered and his body trembled. Although he could hear the man’s voice, he was hardly listening as the need for release became stronger.

“It’s all gone. Every cent. Everything you’ve had is gone, and you return to your old life with only some material goods to show for your wealth”.

He thrust his hips into the air as he felt his balls churn. Sweat dripped down his naked body as the heat from the sun hugged him, and just as he reached the sweet edge of orgasm, Pierre slipped his finger out and spanked him hard across the ass.

“Gone in an instant” he smiled, and used a handkerchief to wipe his finger.

Noah gasped and grabbed hold of the chair as he willed his caged cock to cum. He’d been so painfully close, but all he could do was watch as the cage twitched and silver lines of liquid poured out.

“So, slave” Pierre said, taking his cock and turning him back around. “How much would you pay me right now to release you from the cage, just to cum?”

The first answer that came to him was anything, but he took a breath and shook his head. “Nothing”.

Pierre watched him with handsome eyes.

“That’s why I have high hopes for you, boy” he nodded, “you’re determined to prove everybody wrong”.

Sebastian kept him on his knees for the entire hour that he was there. Other than reminding him of the punishment he’d received on the beach the previous day, and explaining once more how much worse things could and probably would get for him, there wasn’t much said, and by the time Noah arrived outside Oliver’s room, the day had become so hot that he wanted to cry.

“Love making is more than sex” Oliver said, holding Noah’s wrists on the bed above his head. “You want these men to forget about everything but you”.

Noah closed his legs around Oliver’s back. He was incredibly horny after the early morning meeting with Pierre, and he wondered if he could get Oliver’s cock deep enough inside him, would he manage an orgasm.

“You’re thinking about yourself” Oliver said, letting his cock rest against Noah’s opening. “The cage you’re wearing isn’t about you” he continued, “it’s about them. Your pleasure is not important. Your needs are not important. Your body is a vessel in which these men search for something they’ve never felt before”.

Noah nodded, but how on earth could he ignore his own growing need to cum? Oliver slipped his large cock inside him, and he groaned as it penetrated deep.

He fucked for only a moment before pulling out, and Noah gawped.

“You’re not listening to me, boy” he said, and pulled Noah to his feet.

“I am, sir!” He whined, “it’s not about me, it’s about them”.

“No!” He barked, swinging back around. “Whose cock was just inside you?”

Noah swallowed. “Yours sir”.

“So who was this about?”

“You sir”.

“Me. Not them. Not you. Me”.

Noah nodded.

“Bend over the desk” he ordered, and Noah obeyed.

“If I had my way, I’d have every slave’s prostate removed” he said, ramming his cock inside Noah without mercy. Noah grunted. “I see no reason why slaves should benefit from it during training”.

Oliver was somehow able to angle himself so that his cock barely touched Noah’s prostate as he pounded him.

“Now, listen to me very closely, boy. Forget about yourself. Forget about this room. Forget about everything you know and love while my cock is inside you”.

Noah nodded.

“Feel me. Know I’m in you. Know I own every inch of you. Submit to it”.

This was bizarre. Noah lay there taking the man’s every thrust, but with nothing to do but think of the cock punching his guts, how on earth was he supposed to prove himself?

When Oliver had finally had enough, he pulled his still-hard cock from inside him, and walked toward one of the cabinets. He pulled it open, removed something steel, and returned.

“You’ve given me reason to believe that you’re still searching for your own pleasure” he said, and slipped the cold, hard plug inside Noah who gasped. He twisted the end, and Noah felt the plug expand inside him. A lock clicked, and suddenly he was blocked.

“Your homework” the man said, guiding Noah toward the door, “is to take five men to orgasm by the end of the day using only your mouth. Who those five men are, is entirely up to you”.

“Sir, what about the bathroom!” Noah yelped as he found himself back in the corridor, his hole stretched uncomfortably.

“Come find me” Oliver smiled, and closed the door in his face.

“Fuck”.

He looked around the empty corridor and sighed. Were there even five people in this place? Sure, there were the four men, but surely none of them would let him simply suck their dicks. Thad and Bran were both locked, too, and although some of the Serpentinas remained in the visitors quarters, that area of the castle was off limits to him.

Noah walked aimlessly toward the hall, and stopped as the scent of delicious food filled his nostrils. He followed the aroma until he stood outside a half open door, and listened to the sound of men’s voices.

“I hear they’re bringing in one hundred more chefs for the Games” one man said, and Noah could hear the sizzling frying pans.

“I hear they’re going to have a feast every evening” another replied.

“Well I hear that the feast for the winner will be made entirely of the losers cocks” a third laughed.

Noah gulped, but at least he’d found some men.