Noah's New Home

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Of all the surprising elements of the new life Noah had stepped into—the exact scale of was most striking. The estate in all its glory stretched as far as he could see in every direction. Rising from the earth, the castle towered against a mountain cliff, disappearing into the stony abutment as if it had been carved from the rock itself. The sweeping openness of the green plateau dipped down to a crystal blue lake. Groomed to perfection, it was paradise on earth.

The warmth of her hand taking his to steady herself as she disembarked the carriage set Noah on fire. Kali seemed to effortlessly glide through life, using those around her with such certainty and comfort that it was as if he had always been there. "So what do you think?" she asked, straightening herself with an efficient flourish.

He hesitated, one part speechlessness, one part caution. "Go on, you can answer honestly," she smirked brushing past him toward the massive wooden double doors of the castle.

"It's amazing," he murmured finally finding his voice.

"You'll be familiarized with everything, and your duties. Cain is my head steward, so you can direct all your questions to him," she said over the low rumble of the door hinges. Noah didn't have time to wonder who, or what, was opening the doors before the exact number of servants became his primary question.

"Am I not to be serving you directly?" he asked nervously—what had he agreed to?

"You will, or else I wouldn't have brought you here. This will be your home for the rest of your life—and happily so," she said disappearing into the darkness of the castles interior. Noah followed, blinded by the transition in light. As his vision slowly returned in the dimness of the luxurious entry hall, his breath caught.

ALL—or at least, what Noah wrongly presumed to be all—of Kali's servants stood lined against the walls to greet her return. "Welcome home, Lady Kali," they spoke in unison. Noah's jaw lay on the floor as his Mistress glimpsed over her shoulder to him.

Most of the servants were male, though a smattering of ladies stood among the ranks. It was easy to see that among this gathering there were clear definitions of duty and hierarchy. A knot formed in his stomach as Noah realized he would be at the very bottom of this chain of command.

At the front of the servants, Cain stood with hands clasped behind his back. A towering example of male perfection, he oozed power that made Noah feel very nearly like a woman by comparison. "My Lady," he bowed slightly to Kali.

"Take this sweet boy down and find him some quarters amongst the house servants," she said. "Feed him, dress him, put him to task somewhere he can learn how things work."

"Is he to be caged?" Cain asked. A broad smile came over her face as she eyed Noah. The pit of his stomach was in knots listening to them discuss him as if he were not even there.

"Oh, I don't know. It's not as if he needs it, he'll have no relief without my say so," she mused to herself more than anyone else. Noah locked eyes with her, his heart beating in his throat. "But then again, perhaps it would be a kindness to help the poor boy focus. So, I suppose we should extend the courtesy... at least for a few days."

"Very good, My Lady," Cain nodded. Kali turned, and before Noah knew it, was gone from his sight. Cain loomed nearby.

"Do you have a name?" the Steward asked.

"I'm Noah Raker," Noah answered, finding it hard to lift his voice above a whisper. His fear, his excitement, his hope—they all seemed to be draining southward, collecting in the root of his cock.

"Well, you're just Noah from here forth. We have no family names here. You're property of Our Lady, and are expected to embrace the fact," Cain said firmly. The word "Property" settled on Noah like the weight of the mountain around them.

"I think I've made a terrible mistake," he breathed, taking but one step away from Cain before the larger man snatched Noah's upper arm.

"You've made no mistake, boy," the Steward said. Pulling Noah toward a servant's door discreetly located half hidden behind a tapestry. "And the rest of you! Back to it," he added, dismissing the waiting men and women.

***

The twisting turns of the castle interior felt like an inescapable maze, and Noah was willing to entertain the idea they were indeed planned to be just so. He followed close to Cain, losing all sense of direction inside the servant's passages and open rooms they slipped through.

Not a thing was said until Cain opened the door to a long hallway. "These are the quarters for the House Servants," he said. "Yours will be number 36."

The door swung open and Noah was pleasantly surprised to find not a cell, but instead a cozy room. He could smell the soft aroma of the feather bed, and against the far wall free flowing water ran from the mountain stone into a basin before draining onward in its voyage. "My word..." Noah marveled at the comfort as he stepped inside.

Cain followed, closing the door behind them. The heavy CLICK of the latch made Noah's awe evaporate, and the terrified feeling of his total helplessness return. "Disrobe," Cain commanded.

"Pardon?" Noah tried to sound calm.

"Disrobe. You'll wear clothes we provide—much more fetching than what you wear now," Cain shrugged and opened a chest at the foot of the bed. "Unless instructed otherwise by Our Lady or myself, you'll be expected to rise before the sun and help prepare the morning meal, after which you will assume your duties in keeping the interior of the Castle in premier condition. A small noontime meal will be provided to you by the cook staff, after which the House Servants gather for their fitness regiment in the Eastern lawn," Cain rattled off the itinerary effortlessly as he drew out the clothes for Noah and tossed them on the bed.

"Actually, I have quite the green thumb, I was hoping I might make myself of use doing a bit of gardening for you," Noah babbled, half meaning it, half stalling to keep from undressing before another man. Cain smirked.

"You wouldn't be able to keep up with the Outdoor Staff," he said. "And even if you could, Our Lady ordered that you be an House Servant, so that's what you'll be." CHUNK—Cain tossed something metallic onto the pile of clothes. "Why haven't you disrobed?" he asked, quickly losing patience for Noah.

"I uh—" Noah quivered, eyeing the strange apparatus gleaming against the sconce light.

"You're in over your head and you don't belong here," Cain said factually. "However, in time," he drew out the words as he advanced on Noah, "you'll come to fit in. Everyone always does. Our Lady is never wrong about such things."

The statement carried a weight of "disrobe before I undress you myself" to it. Noah's fingers fumbled as he tried to unbutton his shirt, and were all but useless when it came time to unbuckle his trousers. Heartbeats seemed to last for hours as he suddenly stood naked before Cain. Hands clasped demurely over his intimates, Noah looked at the floor.

"May I dress?" he asked, knowing deep down that everything would have to be done with permission from here forth.

"Cage first, then of course," Cain nodded. Noah kept one hand over himself as he picked up the metal cage, turning the coldness of it over in his hand. His mind raced trying to figure it out, but the thing was nearly like a puzzle box to him.

"I don't know... how to use it..." he breathed. Cain allowed the boy before him to squirm under the sting of his own innocence— a show that the Steward quite enjoyed. It was easy to see why Kali had brought Noah to the estate.

"Here," Cain took the cage from Noah. Forcibly, the Steward swatted the boy's hands away from his cock and balls. The bareness of his nudity made Noah's face feel even hotter than it already was. Lava seemed to swim in his veins as he felt another person touch his member for the first time.

Cain's hands were warm, though rough. "Pay attention. I'll only help you do this once," he said, pulling the cage apart and deftly popping Noah's plump balls through the harsh metal ring.

Blood pulsed where it should not. Against all conscious wish and instinct, Noah couldn't halt the swelling happening under Cain's touch. After the agony of being so near to Kali for days, with no avenue to even fondle his aching nethers, this sinful situation was almost—ALMOST—welcome.

Resisting the urge to avert his gaze, Noah dutifully watched as Cain locked his cock and balls away. By the time the small, sturdy lock clicked closed, Noah's dick was bulging out around the unforgiving metal rings. "Got it?" Cain asked. "You'll be expected to keep yourself clean and presentable at all times. Understood?" he said.

"What do I do if I need to be let out?" Noah asked, trying to discreetly fidget with the uncomfortable confinement as he hurriedly dressed. The question earned only laughter from the Steward.

***

The rest of the day passed in even more of a blur than all the events proceeding. Room after room, person after person, Noah was inundated with facts and names and instructions—none of which he felt like he remembered.

All the while he anxiously looked for Kali to appear. Hoping for even a glimpse of her, Noah yearned for even the briefest of touches. The throbbing of his cock in the heavy cage constantly reminded him of how he had come to be here—how he had come to be a slave. Her fingers had brushed his thigh and all other things had suddenly seemed trivial when compared to seeking out relief to the heat boiling inside his core.

The sun sank, and the estate quieted into evening as true exhaustion gripped Noah. The stress of travel, the terror as well as awe of his arrival, and the ever growing sinful excitement had taken their toll on him.

Cain noted the wilting vigor of Noah as they descended the stairs to the furthest reaches of the castle basement—the last stop on their tour. "Keep up," he ordered. Noah hurried as fast as his weary feet would take him.

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAASSEEEE!" a desperate voice wailed from somewhere in the twisting catacombs of the subterranean level.

"What was that?" Noah gasped.

"This entire floor is Our Lady's dungeon," Cain replied. "In her absence, the prisoners and slaves always miss her dearly," he added. A cold chill ran up Noah's spine.

"Prisoners?" he asked.

"You're aware of Our Lady's power, no?" Cain spoke deliberately. Noah all too well knew, unable and unwilling to forget the magic he had already seen her weave. The boy nodded to the Steward. "Then you'll understand that her dealings are often above our understanding. We're here to serve her, and nothing more."

"I understand," Noah said quickly—the realization of why Cain had brought him to this place settled into the boy's bones. This was his one and only warning.

"Do you? Because I think I need to further impress upon you the exact nature of your position, so that you don't end up down here like them—unless you want to, of course," Cain spoke with an air of humor.

"PLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAASE GOD! PLEASE HELP ME!" the scream came again from the dark. Noah looked to the Steward, suddenly desperate to feel even the slightest bit of human warmth from anyone.

"Are you scared?" Cain asked. Noah lowered his eyes, nodding. Cain clapped a hand over the boy's shoulder. "Remember why you agreed to come here, and it'll pass."

Noah knew that was as close to comfort as he was going to get. "Thank you," he whispered.

"Don't thank me. From here on in, you'll have no preferential treatment. There will be no excuses if you don't meet expectations. Understood?" Cain said, slamming the door on any softness Noah might have perceived in him.

"I understand," he nodded.

"Good. Find your way back to your room. We've missed the evening meal, so I suggest you get a good nights rest," Cain turned away, disappearing into the shadows before his sentence was even finished. Suddenly, Noah was alone.

"PLEEEEEEEAAAASE MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP! STOP!" the scream came again. The boy felt sick. As he looked around, trying to remember which way might lead him back to his room the quickest—then the idea of quickness faded under the mere hope of finding it at all.

He knew he should begin the search, but as moans bounced off the walls of the dungeon, Noah found himself drawn toward their origin. Past many locked doors, and dark corridors, he at last located the source of the pitiful wails.

With shaking hands he tried to open the door, but the lock held firm. Noah could hear murmuring from the other side. Despite his cage pinching him as he bent, the boy kneeled before the door and gazed through the keyhole...inside was too dark to see. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! GODDDESSSSSSS PLEEEEEEEASE!" another scream from inside sent Noah tumbling backwards.

All resolve to save whatever soul was suffering inside left him, and the boy scurried away—climbing from the dungeon and hoping never to return.

***

It took until the moon was high in the sky, and starting its path back to the horizon for Noah to locate room 36. Entering it, he locked the door behind himself as if it might protect him from the overwhelming situation he'd gotten himself into. The urge to pray struck him, but Noah ignored it. Despite the fear in his heart, he was strong enough of character to stand by the vow he had made to his new Mistress.

Wondering to the washbasin, he drank from the cool water before splashing his face and neck. The trickling flow of the fluid sparked a tingling realization in him—his bladder ached with need for release. He had not urinated before Cain had confined him, and now the call was too strong to ignore.

Reaching under the bed Noah found his chamber pot, and slowly he disrobed until he was fully nude—save the unforgiving cage. Looking down at it, he studied his new accessory in detail for the first time. The skin underneath the primary ring holding the device over his cock and balls was a pallid white from the snugness.

Desperate to help the tender flesh, he worked a thumb under the ring, massaging himself—he soon came to learn this was a mistake. Snaking his thumb back out, the skin only ached more uncomfortably than before the disturbance. Noah shifted his attention to the metal covering the head of his member. The vaguely mushroom like shape was snug against his head, so much so a bulging bit of skin protruded through the slit at it's tip.

Looking the situation over, he wondered how he was expected to relieve himself—a question that would not wait to be answered. Despite being alone, Noah felt his face flush as he positioned himself awkwardly above the pot, and relaxed. The golden stream forced its way through the slit of his cage—but inside Noah could feel the warmth of his own piss flooding the confinement.

Tipping his head back to avoid seeing the shameful display, Noah tried to focus on how good the minor relief was after so much discomfort. His bladder felt like it would spasm trying to force out every drop of his piss with such urgency. Allowing himself to gush just a little too hard, the stream from the slat of his cage started to drift sideways. "No, no, no!" Noah hissed to himself as his attention snapped back.

Clenching he tried in vain to stop the flow, even if just long enough to readjust the positioning of his member in the metal encasing. The stream slowed to a trickle, but refused to come to a full halt as Noah held his breath. A burning tingle raced from his clenching muscles, and spread through his loins as suddenly the exercise began to feel amazing. "Oh—" he gasped letting out the breath he'd been holding along with a gush of pee. Clenching again he stopped it.

It had never occurred to him before that one might find pleasure in such a vulgar way... yet there he was, on his knees beside the chamber pot, quivering in desire and exertion as he held back the flow.

Blood pulsed in his ears and he wished he could rip the cage off to touch himself again as he had a week earlier—even if no relief would be had, he needed to sate his carnal lust in some small way.

The sound of piss trickling into the pot in burbling spurts filled his room for nearly a half hour. Though with each relaxation he felt himself become a little less full, the prickling need only swelled inside his body. He watched as his cock became engorged despite its confinement, bulging past the limits of the metal. The ache in his balls seemed to radiate up through his body in waves.

As his bladder finally emptied the last of its contents into the pot, shockwaves shot through Noah. He felt as if the exhausted muscles couldn't function anymore. Doubling over, the boy planted a hand on the floor. The final dribbles leaked from his cage and he collapsed beside the chamber pot.

With the last of his strength Noah pushed the pot away. A low moan escaped his dry lips as he hoisted himself up to the basin, drank a few deep gulps, then flopped into bed. The aching need for alleviation echoed through his body, palpating waves of lust for something he didn't yet understand.