Sex in C Major
Chapter 75

Stefan shuddered.

A slave.

Lying naked in the back garden on Boxing Day, covered from head to toe in mud, with cum dribbling down his thighs. Shaking. Shattered from five climaxes. Bloody and bruised, and wanting nothing more, after all of it, than to be dragged onto the patio-harder, less forgiving, more painful and have his arse subjected to the same.

A slap smashed off his thigh. Stefan whimpered, and felt more of his master's seed slide free.

"You owe me four."

Stefan's lungs caught.

"On your hands and knees."

He pushed himself up from the mud with a wet, sucking noise. Clumps of grass were clinging to him.

"Crawl to the back door."

Stefan reeled. He didn't know where it was. Didn't know where he was. Had he been turned before being thrown down? Was the shed ahead or behind him?

"The longer it takes, the colder you get."

He heard his master stand up. Heard the zip of jeans being closed.

"Now. Unless you want to stay out here, slave?"

The cold bled away. The heat in his cunt burned.

The slave picked a direction, and began to crawl. 28

His master was on the phone.

Stefan had been washed on the patio-a bucket of water dumped over his head and a rough flannel scrubbing the filth off. Then he'd been fucked and left to dry on the kitchen floor, where it was warm.

And he could hear his master on the phone.

He was speaking English, but Stefan was trying not to listen. His master would get angry if he listened. And he still owed three more orgasms. He had been drier the second time, and he would bleed or tear if his master was rough with him again.

And yet he knew the phone call was about him.

So when the call cut out, and his master came striding into the room already shrugging a jacket on, Stefan simply lifted his arse into the air, expecting a painful, perfunctory fuck and then to be left again. Instead, it was lightly slapped, and pushed back down.

"I feel like taking in a show. It's Christmas. It's traditional."

Stefan said nothing. His master's boots came into his eyeline.

"Sit up."

Stefan pushed himself up to kneel before his master. Oh. Perhaps Stefan was supposed to blow him this time?

"I have a friend. He likes to play with toys occasionally."

Stefan's stomach clenched.

"And I don't get the best view when I'm buried inside you. So I'll make you an offer. I'll take you round to Jack's. He can have a go at you. And it'll count as one of the three you owe me. Deal?"

Let...let his master's friend have sex with him? Bebe loaned out? Like some kind of prostitute? Be borrowed, like borrowing a tool or a DVD? For his master to watch, so he could see his slave used by some other man's cock? Stefan's dick twitched. His throat dried. His palms felt damp on his naked thighs.

A stranger. A stranger, who didn't care about anything but the fuck. To use him while his master watched.

Oh, God, it was like one of his wet dreams come to life.

"Deal?"

"Yes, Sir."

A hand raked through his hair, then his master walked out. Stefan stayed very still, and listened to the heavy tread going upstairs and into the master bedroom. The air was too hot all of a sudden. He wanted to be in the snow outside. He was he was going to be taken to someone's flat and fucked by a stranger. So his master could watch. Like he was an object, a thing, owned. No better than a tool.

A sex aide.

He was a sex aide, to be borrowed and passed around. And his master would watch. And when this Jack was done fucking him, Stefan supposed his master would be hard. So he would be fucked by one cock and then another. Or perhaps both at once, like his test. Would he be allowed to come? If he did, would he still owe his master three?

Stefan felt breathless.

He'd been wrong. He hadn't been a slave before, simply a sub. This was being a sex slave. Being passed around men like a DVD or a screwdriver. This was bigger than before. Scarier than before. Who was Jack, after all? Would he taunt? Trap? Or just hurt? What would Stefan be made to do? What-?

The racing thoughts were interrupted when a horn sounded outside, minutes or hours after the deal had been made. Stefan didn't know anything but the anticipation in his veins. The boots came back downstairs. A fist thumped on the front door, and then it was opened. Voices in the hall.