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Chapter 23
Master and slave entered the room that only two days ago Jacob declared as theirs. Jacob sauntered in naked as the day he was born and seemingly without a care in the world. Seth walked in behind his master, keeping his eyes downcast in total submission. The dominant walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day without even a glance directed at the small wolf chained to the wall. Seth ran to his master and touching his arm to get his attention asked him to unlock the chain so his friend could get started with his day. The master huffed in annoyance that was not entirely phony, after the intimate moment he shared with his puppy he had to go back to reality and part of that reality was his boyfriend's buddy who he happened to hate. He unlocked the chain, turned on his heels and walked away, like Embry was some terrible disease he didn't want to catch.
Seth extended his hand to help Embry stand up even though it was hardly necessary. He just felt it was common courtesy to do so. He noticed how his friend looked at him, his eyebrows pinched together, and a look that bordered on pity. "Seth, are you ok?" Asked Embry after looking over his friend's shoulder at the alpha's retreating form.
The slave knew exactly what his friend meant with his question. "Yes I am, kinda sore, nothing that a little time won't cure. Come, I do need a shower." The submissives walked to the small bathroom where Seth got in the shower while Embry used the facilities. Embry teased his friend relentlessly when he caught sight of him shaving his legs. Seth didn't remember ever flipping somebody with so much gusto. The two men were happy to be together and that had lifted their spirits. For Seth it was easier seeing that he was already happy but to his friend this was an unexpected treat.
Once they were back in the bedroom Seth approached his master with his bowl. The master hated the idea of his puppy going hungry but it was a necessary evil. He spooned a small amount of food into the bowl and told him to get away from him. The two friends shared the meager breakfast they were offered, grateful for getting any food at all. "You two bitches will stay here and make this room shine. Do I make myself clear? Speak!" Both subs answered at once, their small voices warming up Jacob's heart of ice.
The minute Jacob stepped out of the room the submissives got to work, stripping the bed and setting the dirty clothes outside. Walking back from the door Seth saw Embry looking at the table and realized there was still food on his master's plate. Jacob couldn't leave his puppy hungry after all and left enough food for both men to get several bites each. In the past Seth wouldn't have dreamt of eating anything left in his master's plate but he knew that now he wouldn't get in trouble if he found out, actually he was certain he did it on purpose.
The morning passed quickly with both men working together while talking non-stop. Several months had passed since they saw each other last and even though their lives were far from exciting they still talked about everything going on in their households and their minds. Seth told tales he had learned in the books he had been reading from his master's library. Embry was fascinated and encouraged him to tell him more stories. He would add them to his repertoire of fantasies to use in the bad times. Still Seth felt that his friend was hiding something but dismissed it, thinking that Embry could just as easy have the same feeling. There was nothing he wanted more than to share with his friend all the events of the past weeks but he had to practice caution.
At noon a loud knock on the door made them stiffen, they looked at each other fearing what could be on the other side of the door. "Seth, open up; it's me Ed." The submissive let go of the gulp of air he was holding and opened the door. He went to get the tray from Edward who instead of handing it over walked in the room and placed it on the table.
"Before you say anything, I know you master said he didn't want me here. But since he will be out in the fields all day, I decided it was fine. Oh fuck…" Seth didn't understand Ed's reaction until he followed the cook's line of sight and say his friend kneeling on the floor. "Get up! Never kneel before me, feel free to talk to me and to look at me in the eye. To me you're not less of a man just because you're a submissive." Edward plopped down on a chair and rubbed his hands on his face trying to repress the fury that was boiling inside him. Embry was surprised and intrigued by this man. He had seen him the last time he visited but neither one of them paid much attention to the other. He would come in the room to bring breakfast and leave without saying a word. This time it was different, there was a certain familiarity in the cook. What struck him the most was how open he was with how he felt about submissives. In Sam's estate there were several servants that would lend a helping hand every once in a while. The numerous times that Sam left him chained to the wall without water, food or ways to relieve himself they came to help him out. He owed them his life, but he knew that none of them would go out of their way to help a sub. They helped behind closed doors, where Sam would never find out.
"Embry, don't be scared; this is Edward, he is a good guy." Seth had seen his friend serious expression and wanted to put his mind at ease. It was second nature for a submissive to distrust dominants; they were feeble creatures dominated by their instincts.
"You must be hungry, I'm sure Jacob barely gave you table scraps this morning." The memory of what Edward heard was still fresh in his memory. He kept observing Seth looking for signs that would indicate how he was being treated. What he saw made his heart do cartwheels. The submissive didn't have any bruises, not even a scratch on his scarred skin. His face was rounder; his eyes were not sunk anymore. Instead he had a healthy glow and looked several pounds heavier. But the most important feature was his eyes. They had a sparkle and a life he had never seen in any submissive. This stood out more when he compared him to Embry. While Sam's sub was beautiful like all subs were, his eyes were dead. He didn't have bags under his eyes, wrinkles or frown lines but he looked one hundred years old.
Edward directed his attention to Embry who stood shyly behind Seth. "Sit down; I brought enough food for both of you to get your fill." He said softly while pushing the food towards the subs.
"I even brought ice cream." At the mere mention of the yummy goodness Embry opened his eyes comically and licked his lips. It had been so long since he had eaten ice cream. It was not that they didn't make it in Sam's house. His master knowing how much he liked it would sit in front of him moaning with every spoonful and would only give him the bowl to lick when he was done.
"Em, I guess you want to start with desert, right?" Embry nodded enthusiastically and carried one of the shallow bowls to their spot by the wall and sat down on the floor to enjoy it. Edward went to tell Embry to sit at the table but stopped when a small warm hand patted his forearm. He met Seth's eyes and nodded in understanding. He then sat silently while the subs enjoyed their lunch.
After placing their empty dishes on the tray, Embry turned to look at Edward and whispered thank you. He was terrified of speaking out of order especially to this man that intrigued him so much. Even though Ed lacked the arrogance and cockiness of most wolves in power, he had an air of authority inherent to every alpha. Embry saw that and admired him even more. The way Embry was looking at the alpha didn't escape him; he felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny but at the same time was flattered. He had made himself invisible in the Black's estate. The walls he built around himself were almost impossible to knock down. His reputation was one of a son of a bitch with a bad attitude and that was the way he liked it. Trying to divert attention away from him he took used the opportunity to ask a few questions. He had to be careful since he was almost sure that Embry ignored whatever was going on. "So Seth, we haven't talked in forever, how was your trip? Quil told me you separated to cover more territory."
"The trip was uneventful; it was fun to see other places. I've only travelled three times before this and it was only to deliver me to a new master. This was quite different in that aspect." Each one of Seth's words were carefully selected he couldn't let anything slip.
"Where did you go after you parted ways?"
"We went up north to the Finger Lakes region, then travelled South along the coast." Seth omitted to mention the visit to his hometown for the main reason that they had nothing to do there. But Ed saw the first clue to prove his suspicions. They had absolutely no reason to be so far up north. There was only one outpost in that area and it was in the border, but they were far enough from the border to render null the possibility that they visited the outpost.
"Interesting, you must be happy to be back. I bet it felt nice to sleep back on a bed."
Edward expected Seth to say yes and confirm his suspicions. He could already feel himself grinning even though the sub had not answered. "I missed my soft blanket but not the chain." Damn it! Thought Ed. Maybe he was deluding himself and seeing more than what was really there.
"I was in my room last night and couldn't help thinking of what he must've been putting you two through last night. Was he as bad as Sam, Embry?" Edward needed to change his strategy. He was desperate; it was not a sick need to meddle in anybody's business. He only wanted to have some hope.
Nobody knew what went through Ed's mind every day. This post-apocalyptic world was something to be ashamed of, if for the only reason that they resurrected slavery. When he laid in bed at night crying in anger he thought of what was the point of continue living. He lost his Benjamin to war, every day he saw a young man starving in front of him, covered in cuts and bruises and with the smell of fresh blood stuck to him like a sick perfume. This was no way to live; he had no reason to continue existing. He joined the abolitionists hoping to make a difference but so far he had been totally ineffective. But he had made a promise to his beloved, one rainy day he sat at the foot of a fresh grave that contained the few remains of the man he hoped to spend his life with and promised to only leave this earth after he made a difference. He knew Benjamin would wait for him an eternity and Ed would not soil their love by turning into a coward to get to him sooner.
"He didn't touch either one of us; I guess he was tired." Explained Embry, daring to talk. "He made up for it this morning, but only with Seth." The look of pity Seth had seen in his friend earlier returned, making him feel embarrassed for lying to his friend. Embry put his left arm around his friend's shoulders as he pulled him towards himself and kissed the top of his head. He wanted to give him comfort; he was doing everything he hoped somebody would do to him.
"It was something that has happened a hundred times before; I'm already healed. Don't feel bad for me, I'm fine." Added Seth, his face turned to look at his best friend while he talked.
Not wanting to push the subject and put himself on evidence or what was worse, put Seth at risk. Edward decided to leave with the answers he had floating in his head. It was very confusing seeing that the answers were conflicting. He had a few ideas on how to discredit one argument or support the other but he needed to get to the kitchen and work on it.
Jacob came back late in the afternoon, he was tired and hungry but that was nothing when compared to how much he missed his puppy. He was grateful he got to spend almost the entire day in human form and was able to daydream about his pup. He hated having to spend the day away from Seth but there was too much work to do and very few hands to do it. Even though their numbers were not diminishing they were not growing either, a fact that had Billy Black especially worried. The alpha was already savoring the air, swearing he could taste his submissive in it. His anger made its appearance when after entering their room he scented the air and found something he didn't like. The air was contaminated with not only Embry's scent, which was bad on itself, but to add insult to injury there was the lingering scent of a dominant in the room.
He stomped his way across the sitting area and into the room where the two submissives waited for him on their knees. Pulling Seth to his feet he got in his face screaming to the top of his lungs. "Who the fuck was in this room!? I smell a dominant. Who was it?" Jacob shook the submissive with enough force that he would've knocked him off his feet if not for the fact that he held firmly to the sub's arm. One thing was certain, this would help eliminate any dangerous reports the mutt would give Sam. Truth be told that he was more scared than furious, it wouldn't be the first time that he left the house and Seth was taken advantage of. With two submissives in the room there was an even bigger appeal, he had to put more than one wolf in their place when they whined to him about not having anyone to fuck while he had two dogs available.
"It was Edward, master; he brought our lunch." Jacob felt the rapid beating of Seth's heart and knew he was messing up royally. But the rage had taken over; he had very little control when it came to his anger.
"He only stayed for a minute." Interjected Embry earning him a glare from the alpha.
"I'll talk to him tomorrow; I was speaking clearly when I told him not to come in the room. That defiant son of a bitch has a way of rubbing me the wrong way." Jacob realized a little too late that he was still holding Seth's arm. When he let go there was already a bruise in the shape of his fingers around the slave's forearm. His world was crumbing fast, he had not been able to curve his anger and hurt the only person that mattered to him.
"Embry, go to the kitchen to get my dinner. This bitch needs to be put in his place." Embry moved slowly towards the door. He feared what he would find when he came back. He cursed his existence and he cursed Seth's.
Jacob stood like a statue, inhaling and exhaling slowly trying to calm himself. Seth wouldn't dare move; he was stuck at arm's reach of the alpha. "Seth, I don't know what to say. How is your arm?" Very lightly he traced the contour of the red spot on the submissive's arm which was already darkening. The slave was too afraid to even make a sound; he didn't know where he stood with the unstable alpha.
"Please talk to me, I know I messed up. I'm so ashamed and angry at myself. The worse thing is that I can't promise that this will not happen again." At this point Jake's voice cracked, the emotion being almost as intense as the anger that got him in trouble in the first place.
Seth reached up with a tremulous hand and touched his master's face. "Master…"
"Damn it Seth, call me Jake!"
"Jake don't torture yourself, I understand."
"Why baby? Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it. I don't deserve your loyalty and your caring. You're an angel; this is the only explanation I have."
Seth chuckled lightly but his face only showed sadness. "Jake I'm the farthest thing from an angel. I just decided not to let bitterness rule me." The master guided the slave to the table where he sat down on one of the chairs and pulled the submissive to his lap. He felt shame and joy when the submissive snuggled to his chest. Surrounding him with his arms he rocked slightly.
"I'm so sorry baby, so sorry." Jake rested his head on the slave's bald head. He picked up Seth's arm and kissed the bruise lovingly. He would give anything to turn back time.
"Ok no more apologizing; what's done it's done." Seth seemed to get a second wind after snuggling with his master for a few minutes. They had that effect on each other. The slave placed each one of his small hands on each side of his master's face and gave him a loud smacking kiss that made his master smile against his lips. "At least Embry saw what happened. If he has to give a report to his master he will be able to be truthful. When he comes back how should I act? He will expect to see me hurt."
"I don't know, pretend I spanked you." Seth gave his master a look that made him laugh. Did Jacob lose his mind? He was not a petulant child that needs to be dealt with. But for lack of better strategy he would go with the spanking even if it sounded totally ridiculous.
Few minutes later Seth heard Embry's steps in the hallway and climbed off his master's lap. Jake gave him a peck on the lips before the slave kneeled beside his master, doctoring his face to look like he had just been harshly punished. Jacob felt his mouth water when he saw the feast before him. He loved veal and Ed was an artist when it came to that dish. He was impressed until he caught eye of the desert, the sensation could only be described as orgasmic. He hadn't eaten chocolate cake in only God knew how long. It was an item they had to bring from the south and it was a bitch to transport it.
The alpha motioned for Seth to get his bowl and gave him a decent amount of meat and potatoes. He was feeling especially guilty and shared even his cake. He knew Seth had a sweet tooth and it filled him with joy to know that he could at least do something good for him.
"Dog, come bathe me!" Ordered Jacob after they were done with their meal. Seth was lost, he had no idea what was going on through his master's mind, but just the same stood up and followed the dominant into the bathroom. Nerves took over and the slave concentrated in his master's bronzed and muscled upper arms. This did very little to distract him but instead added to his problems when a rush of heat centered inside him.
Jacob slammed the door shut and attacked the sub's lips. The submissive's scent was all the master could smell, all he wanted to smell. His lips felt soft and inviting, they were perfect. Seth twined his arms around his master's neck as he claimed his master's lips with the full force of his desire. They needed the proximity; especially after the earlier incident they needed each other. Their mouths molded perfectly against each other while their tongues explored each other's mouths letting their taste inundate their senses. They savored every little moment like it was their last; in that uncertain world nobody knew if they would see the light of day, especially the submissives. Jacob broke the kiss drawing a shaky breath before moving away from his pup.
He started the shower, adjusting the temperature before moving back towards Seth and dragging him back with him. "Baby I need this and I know you do too; after the mess I made we need this closeness." Jacob's eyes lingered over the green and purple bruises on Seth forearm.
Seth reached up and grasped his master's chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced him to face him. "Stop dwelling in what happened, that's hardly useful. Let's focus on not letting it become a habit." Jacob nodded like a child that had been chastised. He knew very well that it was already a habit; it was time to go cold turkey, to break the cycle of abuse and apology. The alpha was determined to do this.
"I'll do my best baby, I don't know how you can be so forgiving but I'm eternally grateful for that. Let's shower together, the sound of the water will drown any noise and we can be ourselves. After we have fun in there I'll take you to bed and fuck you senseless."
Seth furrowed his eyebrows as he thought of what his master meant. After making love he never wanted to go back to plain and animalistic fucking, especially because he knew that meant a world of pain to him. Jacob got his sub's attention by using his thumb to smooth the crease between his eyes. "Hey I said fuck you senseless but that doesn't mean I will hurt you. Trust me I'll get you nice and ready for me here in the shower." The master licked his lips sensually, action that made the slave blush furiously.
Once inside the shower Jacob pushed the sub to the built-in bench. With the warm water hitting his back he proceeded to use his kisses to create a path that started on the slave's left ear going down his neck, lingering over his heart but avoiding the branding site, licking the contours of Seth's slight abs and migrating south until he found his target. Getting on his knees the master buried his face in the submissive's crotch. Seth couldn't help thinking that he would've never dreamt of having a dominant, much less an alpha, on his knees pleasuring him. This was something that if he told anyone they wouldn't believe him.
Engulfed in his master's skillful mouth the slave forgot who he was and who was before him. They were just two men, two lovers. He threaded his fingers into his master's short locks as his head moved, hot and hungry. The slave's breathing was harsh and heavy. He was extremely grateful they were in the shower where the sound of the jets masked his moans of pleasure. Soon enough Seth's release was slipping down his boyfriend's throat. The slave's face burned red when he caught sight of the humorous glow in his master's eyes. He had not even warned him he was going to cum.
Jake was amused by Seth's bashful attitude and had no choice but to take the slave's mouth with his own. He found it so adorable whenever Seth would blush and every time felt compelled to do something to keep the blush in his cheeks a little bit longer. The slave had never tasted himself and the look in his face revealed what was going through his mind. He hadn't even noticed when he stopped kissing his master and instead was licking his lips. "I know, right?" His master's voice caught his attention and caused a light chuckle to bubble up inside him.
Seth wanted to return the favor and slid to the floor so his master could take the bench. He never made it; two beefy hands held him as they both stood upright. The slave was turned so his back was to his master's chest. Seth understood and placing one knee on the bench offered himself to his master. He knew he had not been prepared but he had taken him like that many times, it hurt like a bitch but didn't kill him. He was surprised when instead of the searing pain he felt something completely new. Jacob was covering his lower back with kisses while running his hand lazily along his crack. Looking over his shoulder he saw his master's head behind him and knew what he was up to. He had done this to other dominants on occasion but it had certainly never been done to him.
"Jake no, please stop." The submissive breathily stated. "This is beneath you, I'm a slave."
"No, you stop. I don't see you as a slave, you're my boyfriend and I want to do this." Even though Jacob understood his submissive thought process he was anxious for him to stop seeing himself as a slave. It was difficult seeing that they needed to keep the charade going and that only strengthened this perception.
"I can't let you…" Stated Seth calmly as he turned and sat down again.
"Why not?" Jacob huffed, annoyed with the absurdity of the situation. If Seth wanted to see himself as a slave he shouldn't go against his master's wishes. If he wanted to lick his ass that was his problem. He didn't see the problem with this; they shouldn't deny any parts of their bodies to each other.
"It's just wrong for you to put your lips on such a dirty part of me." Jacob froze. The double meaning of Seth's words gave him pause. Why had he been so blind as not to see what was happening? For fifteen years his pup had been raped on a daily basis, many days more than once. That was bound to take a toll, he felt his body was dirty but the part of him that had been so used and abused repulsed him. It would take time but Jake would help him love everything about himself.
"Baby look at me." Jacob's voice was soft as velvet and loving as a mother's touch. Seth turned his teary eyes to his master. For the first time since he phased he allowed himself the luxury of crying. Dominants hated it and he spent so much time holding back tears that he could be crying three years in a row and still it wouldn't be enough. "Your body is beautiful, perfect and clean. The only dirty ones are the men who abused you, myself included. I just want to pleasure you; I think you will like it. I know I do and I've never done it to anyone so this will be a first time for both."
Seth thought about his master's proposal for a few minutes while holding Jake's hand. "You really want to do this?" Asked the sub to which his master nodded in affirmation. "I can't deny you anything and the idea of it being the first time for both makes it feel special to me. It will be on my terms though; can you give me a few minutes please?"
Jacob nodded and turned his back to give the submissive privacy. He knew the moment was not completely lost, only sidetracked. The idea of tasting the submissive's most intimate part made his mouth water and his cock spring to attention. Absentmindedly he started stroking himself while he waited. A light tap on his shoulder brought him back to the now. Seth stood before him, head bowed down and nervously rubbing his hands. It was the alpha's turn to lift his lover's face to make him look at him. "Hey, you said earlier that you can't deny me anything but you're wrong, it's the other way around. If you really don't want this I won't force you. I'll take you to bed and make sweet love to you."
Seth took notice of his master's turgid member and touched it feeling it pulse beneath his hand. "I do want this, Jake; I'm embarrassed, that's all. I want to feel your lips and your tongue on me." After he said this he felt his master's cock twitch and he knew his master wanted this as much as he said he did.
Jake loved his slave's modest smile and playful eyes. He always looked that way when he was horny which added to his appeal. The first graze from the alpha's tongue took the submissive by surprise, it was brief and to the point. It was nothing more than a flicker over Seth's sensitive skin, but even though it barely made contact it made the slave's whole form shake as he now knew what was to come and he liked it. The master caressed his tight hole with his lips and tongue, surprising himself when he found himself enjoying it immensely. The sensation of his tongue teasing across the entrance increased the slave's arousal and created an urgency that was almost scary. The slave was producing a sexy pleading sound on the back of his throat while wiggling his ass. Jacob made an occasional visit to the cock and balls of his slave, tasting the pre-cum and feeling the tightness of his sack. The dominant devoured him like he was the most delicious dish ever created, and in a way, he was. Seth took hold of his weeping cock as his master savored that most intimate part of him. The sight of the slave stroking himself and the sounds he was producing fueled the alpha's desire and made him yearn to be deep inside the small wolf. His tongue darted in and out, going deeper each time and effectively loosening his sphincter.
Seth groaned as he pressed his entire body back against his master's tongue like he was trying to impale himself with it. The initial surprise, embarrassment and hesitance a thing of the past, leaving in its place pure lust. The slave shuddered, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensation produced by his master's tongue inside him. The alpha's cock was more than ready; it was eagerly waiting its turn inside the slave's amazing heat. He couldn't wait any longer and slid his member slowly inside the slave until it disappeared from view. The submissive could feel every inch of his master inside him as he slowly pulled out only to slam back in again. His thickness was perfectly seated inside the sub as he rocked his hips to encourage his master's movements. He got what he wished for when he fervently pounded his ass. The slave's hand was substituted with his master's as he reached around to stroke the slave's cock, getting him closer to his release with each stroke.
The slave griped loudly when his master pulled out of him with not even a warning. He was disappointed and wondered what caused his master to stop all of the sudden. "Puppy we'll finish this on our bed. I really want to look into your eyes when I make love to you and that's impossible here. Well, not impossible, but uncomfortable for you."
"But Embry is out there." Seth was stating the obvious; he was sure his master had not forgotten the other wolf. He wondered what the heck was going on inside his head.
"You follow my lead; I apologize in advance for the things I'll say and for being rougher than lately. When your friend goes back to his master there cannot be a doubt in his mind that I'm treating you poorly." Seth nodded before stepping out of the shower, drying hastily and following his master out of the bathroom.
"Dog, go sit where I can't see your ugly mug." He pointed to the sitting room, watching Embry as he scurried in that direction.
"And what the fuck are you waiting for? A written invitation? Get on that bed whore, now!" Bellowed Jacob.
Seth did as told and went to lie on his stomach; Jake grabbed his hips roughly but without exerting excessive pressure. "On your back" He stated acidly.
He entered Seth in one single movement burying himself to a hilt, action that would've hurt like a bitch if he hadn't prepared the submissive. The slave acted like he hated it, keeping his arms to his sides as he fisted the sheet beneath him. What put the sub's mind at ease was seeing the alpha's playful look. They kept their eyes glued to each other's, as if they didn't things would go back to the way they were. From Embry's spot on the floor all he could see was Jacob charging at the slave like a bloodthirsty bull. His heart ached for his little friend who was getting the second dose of the day, maybe even his third since he didn't know what happened in the bathroom. Jacob would pull out completely only to slam his whole length inside the sub. Unfortunately (under the circumstances) each time Jake would impale Seth his dick would graze the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. As minutes passed it was getting harder for the slave to keep his composure.
Jake was reaching his completion quickly but staved it off out of pride. He wanted Embry to report he was treating Seth as he always had, what he didn't want was for him to tell Sam he blew his load too soon. He continued to abuse the slave's prostate causing a ripple of desire to go through the sub. Seth forgot who was in the room with them, apparently all his blood had migrated south and his brain was left starving. The submissive allowed a moan to escape his lips without realizing what he did. The master didn't waste time and sealed the sub's mouth with his own and bit the slave's lower lip drawing blood. Seth opened his eyes to find his master pleading with his and running his tongue over his lower lip. "Oh yeah, squeal little pig, you know you like it, all whores do. And if you don't who cares?" The slave understood what happened and mouthed I'm sorry. Luckily for them Embry thought Seth's moan had been of pain and not of pleasure, they were safe for now.
Jacob winked an eye and blew his sub a kiss. Sweat was pouring out of him as he fought for control, a battle that he was losing. With each movement he felt himself closer to the abyss and about to fall down. Seth was close too, even after cumming once before he was ready for as many rounds as his master intended for them to have. But his body had a mind of its own and was demanding release. He mouthed a quick harder to which his master agreed enthusiastically going at a brutal pace that would've killed a normal human. Unable to hold back Seth came hard, the multiple spasms increasing the alpha's pleasure tenfold. A minute later he spilled his seed inside his slave.
They couldn't cuddle, not with a witness around. They both wanted to snuggle to each other and fall asleep in each other's arms but it was not in the stars. "Fuck, you're such a dirty cock loving slut! This is disgusting." Said Jacob as he pulled out of the slave with a loud squelching sound and lied on his back. Immediately, like he had done numerous times in the past Seth climbed off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He even threw a little limping for effect. After the slave got cleaned up he walked back in the room already dressed. He saw Embry chained to the wall and laying on his side facing the wall. Seth blew his master a kiss as he walked past the bed to join his friend on the floor.
The next morning followed the usual routine but the subs were delivered to the kitchen earlier than usual. Edward had requested for assistance in the next two days and specifically asked for the slaves, stating they were the only ones who didn't give him shit and followed his instructions to a T. Jacob didn't even go in the kitchen he was in too much of a hurry, the master just stuck his head in to make sure Ed was in there. The wolves in the kitchen didn't even attempt to hide the effect the slaves had on them and all that could be heard were their lewd comments and rude remarks. Edward warned them against creaming their pants in his kitchen and told them to take their horny selves somewhere else.
As the wolves exited the kitchen, all of them sporting impressive boners, Carlos came in and after greeting Edward moved toward the submissives who were standing together by the sink, afraid of Mike's old master. "This is fucking unfair, Jake gets two subs all to himself while I have to go without. I cannot believe how unreasonable Billy can be when it comes to his son." He moved toward the slaves while Edward watched him, ready to intervene if it became necessary.
"I don't think the old fart even remembers how good it feels to have your cock buried deep inside a warm body. They smell so perfect, ripe for the picking." He got very close to Embry; to the point the sub could feel his hot breath on his skin with every word he said. "Jake placed an alpha order on us and we can't touch his little mutt, but this one is a free for all." The dominant ran the back of his hand over Embry's cheek and ran his fingers through the slave's hair.
"Carlos, they're here to work and you're distracting them. Get the fuck out of here, unlike some people in this house they put in an honest day work. Go lay down under a rock, that's what you do best." Edward was trying to contain his anger; it was not just utter contempt against that particular wolf, it went past their petty differences. He just hated the idea of any wolf mistreating such gentle and defenseless creatures. Even if he didn't want to, he pitied them; they had certainly gotten the shit end of the deal in the gene pool.
Carlos exited the kitchen but not before giving Embry's butt a tight squeeze. "Geez Ed, chill, and you…" He said looking directly at Embry. "I'll see you later." The submissives had lived long enough to know a threat when they saw one and knew that Carlos was a predator. They saw how he drove Mike to take his own life and could only guess all the horrible things he had done to him.
"Don't pay attention to that jerk; he is all bark and no bite. I've never seen such a pathetic use of space in my entire life. So guys, are you hungry?" Edward was trying to distract the slaves who nervously held hands as they leaned against the counter.
"No thank you we're fine, my master fed us." Stated Seth.
"Just this morning? You didn't get any food last night?"
This time it was Embry who answered. "Yes we did sir and it was delicious if I may add. The cake was the best part; I don't remember when was the last time I ate chocolate. Now that I think about it, with the exception of some crumbs I licked from my master's plate I never ate it before." Edward smiled knowingly, he had made that dinner with Jacob in mind. He needed to confirm his suspicions and this gave him plenty of proof. Having so much cattle meant that veal was very easy to come by, but chocolate was not. Like several other items it was a luxury only the very rich got to enjoy. The cacao grew in South America and the process to turn it into chocolate was a long tedious one, making it one of the most sought after items. It they added the logistics of transporting it north it made for a very expensive delicacy. No dominant in his right mind would share a piece of chocolate with a slave; it would be like giving a steak to a pig. Edward could remember some time ago when Jacob had punched Paul for trying to take some cake from him. He could still remember Paul holding his nose trying to get it back in place while still forking pieces of cake into his mouth. He had already gotten hit, might as well get something out of it.
"Ed is everything ok?" Asked Seth concerned.
"Yes, why do you ask?" Answered Edward snapping back to the now.
"You were a thousand miles away and had a funny smirk."
"I just remembered something important. I'm glad Jake shared his food with you. That means I didn't need to keep this slice of cake for you guys." The submissives' eyes widened in a very funny way when they eyed the decadent desert in front of them. Embry extended his hand shyly, silently asking the dominant to relent the dish. Just like the day before Edward observed Embry's simple beauty and felt almost enchanted by him. He wanted to think it was pity, but there was something different. Like a loud bell deep inside him making its annoying sound to wake a part of him that had been asleep for decades.
"By the way Seth, what happened to your lip?" While looking at the submissives' expressions Ed caught sight of the almost healed bite mark on Seth's lip. At first he thought it must've been Jake but remembered that he was almost certain that Jake had feelings for his slave.
"My master…" Seth's voice trailed off, he hated lying and was really awful at it.
"You know what? I don't want to know." It was obvious to him that the slave was trying to come up with a convincing explanation and was failing miserably. He decided to put him out of his misery and drop the subject.
Edward assigned a task to each submissive and got to work. He couldn't make much progress since he had to keep sending away every dominant that came in the kitchen attracted by the subs' scent. Even though he didn't engage in that behavior he was embarrassed for the dominants hyper sexed sick obsession with the subs. He felt sorry for the small wolves every time their hearts would accelerate because of the fear inspired by the dominants. The cook made a point to make their work enjoyable, allowing them to indulge in every tasty bite they wanted. At the moment there was very little he could do for them, he hoped for that to change in the future. For now he did his bit to make at least their present a happy one.
Edward was amused by the interactions between the two friends; they were like little puppies stretching their legs for the first time. He had never had the pleasure of spending so much time with any submissive, much less two. They were truly fascinating. Seth had a quiet strength that shone when he would let his guard down. The cook could only compare it to the alpha's authority. The slave he had before him and the one that came to the manor were two very different men. That sub wouldn't even breathe without a dominant's permission; the one he was looking at had a cute laugh and mischievous eyes.
Embry was more like a scared little mouse, his sweet smile and the sadness within his eyes in sharp contrast. He wanted to believe his smile and think his life was not horrible. Unfortunately he knew his eyes were true, they had the dull pain of one who has cried more tears than there was water in the ocean. Edward hated Sam and all the dominants that made him look so sad. They dished pain and sorrow on a daily basis directed at the small wolf, but their biggest crime was taking the light away from his eyes.
"Ed why are we making so much food?"
"Billy wants to treat the wolves to a barbeque. This is the time of the year when we start running out of steam. There is just so much to do and not enough people to do it. Every man is doing the work of three and still it's not enough." Edward was being very chatty, something very uncommon on him.
"Is that why the house looks so empty?"
"Yep, some like Quil for example don't come home for days. He has been dying to go on a quest for months; he is itching to check a new lead." Both men realized Embry was as lost as a blind man in a house of mirrors and brought him into the conversation.
"Quil is another wolf who happens to be as nice as Edward. He has a very good reason to never hurt a sub." Explained Seth being very discreet with the information Quil told him in confidence. Embry nodded in understanding, he was tempted to ask what the reason was, but his enslaved mind wouldn't even consider it.
Later that afternoon the two slaves returned to their room to tidy up before Jacob got there. He was again supposed to come home late and they didn't want to tempt fate by welcoming him with a messy room. Dinner was running late and Edward offered to bring their food when it was ready. The subs were halfway done with their chores when a knock on the door called their attention. They were hungry and couldn't wait to sink their teeth into the chicken Embry had seasoned earlier. Both men went to the door but trusting it was Edward didn't ask who it was… big mistake.
"Ha! Such eager bitches, I told you I would see you later didn't I? Come now." Carlos grabbed Embry's arm painfully before roughly pushing Seth back in the room making him fall on his behind. He slammed the door closed and took off dragging his new victim. It took Seth a minute for the shock to wear off, what could he do? His master was not coming home until much later and he didn't know who else would go against Carlos. Being Jacob's godfather entitled him with a multitude of benefits. That was the main reason why while the other wolves worked from sunup to sundown he spent most of his day finding the most comfortable place to nap.
Seth started pacing in his room trying to think what to do. He wouldn't succeed in getting his friend away from Carlos and most likely would get both of them killed if he tried. Then it dawned on him, Edward was an alpha. It didn't matter that he gave up that title years ago, once an alpha always an alpha, it was a lifelong deal. The slave ran to the kitchen in search of his friend but even before he entered he knew the cook was not there. There were two wolves in the kitchen, but neither one of them was his friend. He tried to remember where Ed's room was located but wasn't able to. Embry's welfare depended on Seth's gift. He scented the air and followed Ed's trail as fast as he could ending up in front of his door in matter of minutes.
"Edward, it's me Seth, are you there?"
"Seth what's going on? What the heck are you doing here?." Questioned Edward surprised by Seth's impromptu visit.
"Carlos took Embry." That was all he needed to say. Edward moved so fast he became a blur. Before bolting down the hallway he told Seth to go back to the room, he would take care of it.
The cook struggled with keeping his alpha wolf under wraps. He was beyond pissed and out for blood. He blamed himself for not seeing more into Carlos words and detecting the threat in them. But all the guilt riddled thoughts had to wait, before he could finish the thought he was standing before Carlos door shaking in anger. "OPEN!" He screamed while banging on the door with his closed fist.
"I'll rip the fucking door from its frame and you will have to explain to Billy and Jacob why I did it!" He heard a groan and the sound of steps getting closer to the door.
"What do you want, I'm busy." Without bothering with a warning Edward pushed the door open all the way, the hinges making a loud cracking sound as one of them broke. Carlos was able to catch himself before he fell on the hard floor. He took a step back obviously intimidated by the uncommon show of power the cook displayed.
Edward could swear he heard his spirit weep when he caught sight of Embry's naked form on top of Carlos bed. He had a black eye and blood trickling down his neck from a busted lip. He wanted blood; he hadn't felt that uncontrollable desire to kill since Benjamin died. Turning to look at Carlos, who cowardly kept his distance, he willed himself to calm down before he would lose it and rid the Earth of that pathetic excuse for a man. "I want him" Said the cook pointing to Embry.
"You'll have to wait your turn, when I'm done I'll send him your way." Thinking that Edward was remaining calm out of fear infused Carlos with enough boldness to go against the alpha's wishes.
"I think I didn't make myself clear enough, I'm taking that slave and walking out of here."
"No can do, I didn't fuck him yet." Carlos had to be the biggest idiot in the universe, going against a furious wolf, an alpha of all people. There was only one explanation, he had a death wish, nobody was that stupid.
"Even better, I hate the idea of getting your sloppy seconds." Stated Edward as he moved to the bed and taking Embry's hand pulled him to his feet.
Carlos stepped in their way as they walked to the door. "I said I want to fuck him." He pushed Edward's shoulder back without making him move one millimeter.
"What if I wanna fuck him, huh?" Stated Edward to Embry's surprise. He didn't mean it; he was simply just sinking to the coward's level because he was just so damn tired of this shit. He didn't want to have to explain himself and most certainly he didn't want to lecture the wolf because it would ultimately get him nowhere, so he just acted like that any dominant because it was easier to be a brainless knob.
"Oh please everyone here knows all the action your cock has seen in years comes from your right hand. Tsk Tsk such a shame, when the westerners ripped Benjamin to shreds they really did you a disservice." The last word had not completely left Carlos lips when Edward's fist shot out, hitting him square in the face. The punch landed on the perfect spot to break his nose and for his own teeth to rip open his lips. Carlos heard the crunch as his nose broke and saw a flash of stars before he tasted the blood in his mouth, the dull heavy pain settling in his nose.
They walked out of the room leaving Embry's clothes behind. The cook would take a few steps forward and stop before continuing. His wolf was howling loudly, he wanted to deal with the cruel wolf in the most primitive way possible. Edward logic and human side fought against it, he wouldn't soil his hands with Carlos miserable blood. Thinking it was not a good idea to parade Embry naked around the house Edward took him to his room to give him something to wear. Upon entering his room the submissive shook in fear thinking that he went from one cruel wolf to another. The only difference being that for some unexplainable reason he didn't mind being with the cook as much as he did with anyone else.
The submissive had to admit to himself he was disappointed. He had thought Edward might be different than other doms. The cook left in the direction of the bathroom leaving Embry by himself. The submissive heard a hiss coming from the bathroom and walked in that direction to see if he could help. Edward turned to look at the sub who was standing quietly by the door. "It's nothing; I think I broke my thumb on that fucker's face. Takes a lot of force to damage a wolf's face, but it was worth it don't you think?"
Without answering, Embry walked towards Edward who had wrapped his hand in a towel after washing the blood off. Unwrapping the hand he revealed the swollen digit, observing the bruising pattern already forming. "Yes it is definitely broken, but I can help." The submissive placed his hand over the thumb. Edward felt like his skin was burning but it was bearable. What disappeared gradually was the pulsing pain leaving behind only a trace of it.
"How did you do that?" It was Edward's turn to be astonished; he had never seen such a display.
"I'm a healer." Answered Embry fearfully, he didn't really know where he stood when it came to the dominant.
Embry was unable to contain a small giggle when Edward kept looking from him to his thumb and back to him. The submissive followed Ed as he sat on the bed still trying to wrap his mind around the slave's confession. The young wolf stood quietly beside the dominant waiting for his ruling. "So you can heal people by just touching them?"
"Depends on the nature of the injury. If it's very serious and life threatening I can help by lessening the pain and doing my best to keep them alive. Anything else I can pretty much help manage, broken bones are my specialty. I've had a lot of practice with fractures." Edward almost asked the stupid question of the day before he caught himself. He guessed Embry practiced on himself, he wished he would be wrong but that was not very likely.
"That's amazing." Stated Edward distractedly. "Do all subs have gifts like yours?"
"I've only met a handful of subs, I only know of one that has a special talent, but it's different from mine."
"Seth right?" Embry nodded truthfully. "What's his talent?"
"I think I've said too much." The submissive was afraid his big mouth would get his friend in trouble.
"I'll respect your loyalty to your friend. You can sit next to me you know." Embry nervously took the spot to Edward's left. Nothing good ever came out of having a sub on a dominant's bed. The cook heard the sub's heart race and grabbed his hand to comfort him, running his good thumb over the slave's knuckles slowly. In all honesty he wanted to touch Embry, not in a sexual way of course, just feel the warmth of his skin. The slave tensed up and Ed was about to ask him if he minded that he was touching him but stopped when he realized that the sub would never answer honestly. Slaves were hardwired to please dominants, going against their own well-being on many occasions.
He knew this was very dangerous territory, he liked Embry. The alpha knew that was bad on itself, he could be the cause for the slave's demise. Not only that, he knew it would hurt him a lot when Embry died… and he will, they all do. He wanted to promise Embry he would save him. That he would be his knight in shining armor and whisk him away from the misery that was his life. But he couldn't promise such a thing, he wished he could. History was against him; all his attempts at helping submissives had backfired proving the feat futile.
"Edward why did you go get me?"
"Because I'm an idiot who cares too much. I'm trying not to care, at the end we'll both get hurt when this ends badly." Embry wondered what Ed meant by this. "Unlike you and Seth, I'm a weak wolf that doesn't deal with hurt well. I won't forget you when go back to Sam's. I wish there was something I could do. I want to promise you salvation but I'm not even sure if I can save myself." The dominant wished Embry would save him from his loneliness but knew it was impossible.
Embry slipped down to the floor and knelt before the cook. He was lost, he didn't want to be forgotten about and he wanted to be with Sam even less. "Edward, you can save me. If there is an ounce of kindness in your heart don't send me back to my master. Give me in death the dignity I didn't have in life."
Edward was taken aback by the slave's proposition. He moved his head from side to side in negation as his only answer. "Please Ed, I'm begging you. I'm too much of a coward to do it myself. I want death to take the place of torture! Please!" The slave screamed to the top of his lungs, demanding death as an escape from his horrible life.
Edward picked the submissive up, placing him on his lap. He couldn't help notice that the slave was light as a feather and could only guess how many nights he went to bed hungry. He held the slave close, absentmindedly cleaning every tear from the sub's face. He contemplated whether or not he could go through with it. Could he kill Embry? Death would be the lesser of two evils. He knew what awaited him in Sam's house and it hurt him more than he cared to admit. The alpha tucked a kiss in the slave's hair before placing his hand flat against the side of the slave's face. If he snapped his neck quick enough Embry wouldn't feel a thing. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Seconds passed and he had not been able to make his hand move.
"I'm sorry Em I can't; I just don't have it in me." A deep sob erupted from the slave's throat as he wept against the dominant's chest. He wanted to go, he was ready for it. Edward held him tightly against his chest as he rocked him gently. He said the last thing he thought would ever pass his lips. He was not a man of faith; he had lost it a long time ago. But he was willing to have faith and hope, even dream a little. "Embry don't cry, I'll save you. That's a promise."