Thursday 16 October 2014

Thursday Taster - Slave #6

Now we find out what Will really likes. Check out all the tasters on the blog.

Will, would you come with me?”
Will straightened from the oven where he had just set the ham to roast. Nicholas wasn’t wearing a shirt and neither did Will. He found they just got dirty and in the way when he worked, especially in the warm kitchen. He was charged with cooking for himself and having enough food available for the guests. He was never asked to serve them, just have food in the pantry. It was pleasant choosing the food for himself instead of eating what some woman dictated. He hadn’t known how to cook at first, though, and botched a lot before developing the skill.
“Yes, sir.” He wiped his hands on a towel, which he tossed back into the sink.
“What would you do with this?” he asked, opening one of the doors. He didn’t think anyone was in any of the rooms. He usually stayed out of the halls when the vampires were busy. Inside, a man stood naked. His bound hands hung above him. It was a white man, though not as pale as Terrance, or even Nicholas. Will licked his lips, unsure what the vampire wanted.
Will took a tentative step into the room, wanting a closer look at the man. His skin was a brownish-olive, warm. Black, glossy hair fell in waves to his shoulders. The same glossy hair framed an average looking penis. Or it would be average, if it weren’t half-hardened, vessels starting to stand out on it.
Will had handled his own penis many times. It was much larger than this one, but the lighter skin, the fact that it wasn’t his, fascinated him.
“Go on,” Nicholas urged.
“Master?” the man asked.
“This is Will, Bart. I thought I’d get a fresh opinion. I’d hate for our play to become stale.”
Bart sighed and sagged a little pulling his elbows as far as the rope allowed. “I understand. He is young, isn’t he?”
“Sixteen,” Nicholas answered.
Will took slow steps and then reached out to touch the other man’s penis.
The image of a woman playing with his penis flashed through his head. Then more memories: white fingers against dark skin. Black hands beating. White hands beating. His mother strung up, beaten for a whore.
He let go and stepped back, shaking his head.
“No? I think he liked that.” Nicholas reached past Will to grip Bart’s length. “What he really likes, is this.” Nicholas crouched and licked the head of Bart’s cock where it was just beginning to pass the foreskin. He held the head in his mouth while he stroked. Will watched in fascination.
“Give it a try,” Nicholas urged, pointing the penis toward Will.
He shook a little and knelt down, taking the penis in his hand again. This time there were no frightening images, no memories, just the warm flesh in his hand. The skin was impossibly soft. It was what he imagined white ladies hands were like.
That memory bombarded him again, and he stroked the soft skin as he remembered the white fingers stroking his, ever so gently.

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