"Jasper! Get over here!!"
"Yes, Master Nightshade." The tanned skin of the slave trembled as he ran towards the house. The green loincloth that signified his position in the Nightshade estate billowed in the wind as he ran. Finally used to the scant material, Jasper briefly recalled the first time his master summoned him and it came undone.
Had that not happened, I might not have to wear the damned thing every day!
He thought. The only item he was permitted to wear was his green loincloths and the hematite hourglass shaped bracelet that signified him as a slave of Nightshade. Nightshade insisted that he consider it more of a privilege instead of a punishment.
"Think of it as being permitted to show off your body," he said as he caressed Jasper's shaved pec, slightly pinching the nipple. He then bent down and kissed the nipple, feeling the texture with his tongue. "You should think of it as a gift from me. A gift, and a curse, for those who look know that they cannot touch without my permission. Now go! Tan that beautiful body in my garden."
"Yes, Master?" the muscular man inquired. At six foot three, the man stood more than half of a foot taller than his master, yet with unerring loyalty; he obeyed the every command of Nightshade, including things he would normally be against. His muscles, glistening with sweat, pulsated with the beat of his heart. He stood, head staring at the floor in front of him, aware of the two pairs of eyes taking in every inch of his body, every fiber of muscle. Time was suspended as a drop of sweat ran down his neck, past his pectoral, over his abs, and into the green material shadowing his waist.
"
Nadu
." At the sound of Nightshade's calm voice; the giant instantly knelt down, his hands upturned on his legs. Nightshade silently moved towards the green, stroking his hair. He rubbed the back of his hand against the smoothly shorn skin of Jasper's cheek, as he eased up the chin. "My most beautiful possession. If only I had the body you possess, I would be a god."
"You have the best body I have seen on a man, Master. You are quick, agile, and virile. I love to serve you, Master."
"I know you do, that is why I keep you here. That and your body." He bent down, rubbing his cheek against Jasper's. He turned his head, brushing his lips against Jasper's bright red lips, pausing for a moment, then pressing them together in a warm, endearing kiss. Pulling back, his black, velvet cape flowed around him as he stood up. His pale chest freckled with black hair stood out against the cape and a pair of black vinyl pants that melted into his skin. "I would like you to meet the newest edition to my estate. My dear Lapis come forth."
Nightshade turned toward the red velvet material that enclosed his bathing quarters, as Jasper followed his eyes. A delicate, pale hand emerged, slowly pulling the curtain aside, revealing a pale, naked female. Her blonde hair, just shorter than Nightshade's, flowed over her shoulders covering her soft, red nipples. Her skin, as pale as milk, was slightly pink in some areas from fresh strikes of a whip. A small bruise tainted her cheek, just below her right eye. Her legs and arms, though not bulging like Jasper's were well-toned and defined, like Nightshade's.
As Jasper watched her walk forward, the green cloth was lifted up by the erection pulsating between his legs. Lapis' face flushed at the sight of him, while his face remained stoic, like the hard muscle he was made from.
Nightshade smiled as he watched Lapis' body redden as she moved toward the giant. "Kneel beside him, my pet." He smiled as she did so, cautious to avoid contact. "My dears, both; one of outstanding strength; the other of outstanding speed. This, as you may have heard, Jasper, is the delicate vixen that bested my men, tamed my stag, and challenged me in combat. She is replacing Plum as the head of my grays."
"She is remarkably beautiful, Master. Though I do not see how she could defeat Ash."
"Oh, I understand your doubt, as I had also doubted her abilities when I saw her. That is why you are here. This is more for my entertainment than a true challenge."
"What would you have me do, Master?"
"Oui, Master? What would you like?" replied Lapis, her voice whispered with her French accent. She glared at Jasper, the heat of jealousy and arousal burning inside her. Jasper glanced back, noticing a distinctive glistening around her pubis. His own body throbbed with eagerness.
"I want you to wrestle. The first one to achieve penetration wins."
"Master," Jasper intoned, "she is at a major disadvantage. I am twice her size; she cannot overtake me. She also has an extra, err, entry point." He hesitantly looked at her, but shied away as she growled at him.
"Down, my dear. Forgive his prudence, you are the first woman he has enjoyed to look at, isn't she, Jasper." Nightshade glanced at Jasper's pulsing groin as he said these last words. "Of course, both of you are permitted to bow out of the challenge, though I know you will make the correct choice." Nightshade added a last comment as Jasper glanced at Lapis, "Though, she is not as fragile as she looks."
"I will no' resign to this pompous ass, Master. And I will be mos' disappointed if 'e does."
"I will humbly oblige my master's request, on one condition; I am blindfolded. I feel that it would be unfair to this child that I am unhindered."