Training.
Every Lord had their own method that a pleasure slave had to endure, in addition to the basic training they all received once puberty hit. Aiden couldn't remember the first time he had to prepare himself to be trained but he was certain his nerves were not so bad as they were now.
Sagi was confusing to Aiden and, a small part of him, wished to be back with his old master. Aiden glared at himself in the mirror and forced the thought away.
He knew he only missed Habberforth for the familiarity. He had to stop being a coward if he wanted to prove himself. Especially now that he had a strike against him, being ruined and all.
Aiden stared at himself, inspecting every inch of his horrid, pale skin. Pale, save for the fresh marks bestowed upon him from his Master. The bruises Antony had left were mostly faded now but the same couldn't be said for the ones his Master left on his ass. Aiden gave a sigh, staring at the purple and yellow flesh, and wondered if the rest of his body would look the same soon. He wondered if he would even be able to tell where the first bruises had been.
Aiden wasn't particularly keen on punishment, at least the kind he was use to. Which led back to his feelings of confusion over his Master. To Aiden, the man was incredibly handsome, strong and very often kind.
The punishments his Master had already administered caused a variety of feelings in Aiden's confused brain. The spanking had hurt and he hated it, at the time...
Aiden turned to catch a glimpse of his ass once more to see the hand print his Master has left him and blushed. He liked seeing the evidence of time spent with Master Sagi on his body. It made him feel closer to the man. Aiden's thoughts traveled back to two days before, when he was restrained.
It hadn't gone, at all, the way he expected. He had gone through the ordeal experiencing both pain and pleasure. He had even managed to finish while his neck was violated. He blushed again, remembering how the pain of both the bite and the wax had caused him the most intense orgasms of his life. Aiden rubbed the pad of his thumb across his tender neck, admiring it, when a servant walked in on him.
She narrowed her eyes at the naked boy before her and brought her gaze downward to get a good look at his tiny, hard dick. By the time her eyes made it back to Aiden's face she was already laughing at him.
"I really don't know what he sees in you," she told him.
Aiden blushed in response and looked to his feet, feeling insecure, less then, and ugly all over again.
The girl threw both a pair of black silk pants and a white shirt at him, "Get dressed," she snapped.
"I don't understand," he told her.
Aiden thought he had only a few minutes until his training would start and now he was being given clothes? It didn't make any sense to him.
The girl flashed him a cruel grin.
"All I know is that your old master is here again. He normally doesn't come back until Lord Sagi is finished with his slave. Maybe m'lord is already tired of you and wants a refund. I heard you were a crybaby."
At her words, Aiden felt tears gather in his eyes and he hated his predictability.
The servent shook her head and shoved Aiden back slightly, "Hurry up, stop making everybody wait on you!"
Aiden quickly dressed and was filled with relief when he lost his erection. The feeling was a fleeting one, soon to be replaced by anxiety. The boy mentally scolded himself for ever thinking he might want to belong to Habberforth again. He wasn't sure what he had done wrong, to bring the cruel man back, but he intended to beg at his Master's feet for forgiveness.
The girl led him down a series of hallways and doors until the reached the ones that belonged to the room Aiden had been purchased in. She opened the double entryway, and behind the doors, Aiden saw his Master, seated at a table and wearing a grave expression. Aiden couldn't move. He was sure that once he stepped inside, he would be spending his last moments with his Master.
The girl made a frustrated sound before giving him a push through the doorway and shutting the doors behind him.
Aiden stumbled forward, feeling like an idiot while his Master, Mr. Habberforth, his former handler, Antony, and a few guards, watched his progress. He was only able to get halfway across the room before he began to shake. After he walked a little father, he found himself having a more difficult time breathing.
Sagi, seeing that his slave was in distress, rose up from his seat and quickly walked to Aiden's side.
The boy fell to his knees when he realized how close his Master was to him but he could not seem to regain control of his breathing.
Sagi knelt down and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, causing Aiden to cautiously raise his eyes.
The concern in his Master's gaze caused Aiden to speak, without permission.
"Are you selling me back?" He cried out in anguish.
Sagi's heart melted a bit at understanding the reason his little one suffered.
"No, my pet. I would never sell you back to that man."
Aiden felt a small smile creep up on him before he remembered that he had spoken out of turn.
"M-Master I-" he bit his lip, unsure how to reveal his disobedience with out making things worse.
The man smiled at him, "I'd rather be the one to bite your lip," he teased with a wink.
Aiden felt his jaw drop open in shock.
"Mmm, all the more tempting," Sagi said while tracing the curve of Aiden's lower lip.
The boy blushed a pretty pink that deepened immediately at the sound of Habberforth clearing his throat.
"Lord Sagi, not to be rude but your property has already cost us a great deal of time and I'm a busy man."
Sagi took Aiden's hand and pulled the boy up with him as he stood. He did not release Aiden, so the boy was forced to follow. Sagi walked up to a table, used for business and bookkeeping, and sat behind it, pulling Aiden onto his lap. With one arm wrapped firmly around his sub, Sagi addressed Habberforth.
"I assure you sir, there is no one here that is more busy than I and Aiden has never waisted a single moment of my time."
Aiden let out a small gasp in surprise while Habberforth struggled for words.
"I- well, of course. My apologies, Lord Sagi."
Sagi narrowed his eyes at the man, "If you would like to continue to do business with me, I suggest for you to apologize to my sub as well."
"But he's not- I mean... my apologies... Aiden," Habberforth said with a slight bow in his direction.
Aiden wished Master Sagi hadn't made his former master apologize to him. Not only had it been terribly uncomfortable but he feared the very idea of ever being without his Master in Habberforth's presence again. The fear he felt effectively cut any residual tie Aiden still felt towards the man. Aiden did not speak after the apology but instead, he hid his face in the crook of his Master's neck. Seconds later, he was relieved to feel strong fingers playing with his curls.
Habberforth watched the couple with growing curiosity. He had done business with Lord Sagi, and his family, for several years and in that time he had never seen such a display of affection towards a pleasure slave. He idly wondered if Aiden was getting the treatment he so deserved. From the look of things, he had his doubts.
Habberforth did not agree with the idea that a slave could become a mate and gain access to so much wealth and power. Aiden was a science experiment, created for the purpose of sating the sexual desires of his higher ups. He did not deserve to walk among civilized company.
If anything, Habberforth mused, the boy should constantly have a cock stuck in every hole until he had until he died; he was a toy, nothing more. Having to apologize cost him a lot of pride but he kept his opinions to himself. Better the cost come from his ego, rather than his wallet.
Antony, on the other hand, was dealing with a storm of anger, regret and, most of all, fear. He hated the sight of the used slut cozied up to one of the most powerful men in Arodesa.
Antony was already making plans of revenge towards Aiden, should the need arise. He watched as the Lord spoke to the slut, then for a brief second, the boy looked straight at him before hiding his face back against Lord Sagi's shoulder.
"Mr. Habberforth," Sagi addressed the man in a cold voice. "It has come to my attention that your handler is responsible for stealing from me."
"In what way Lord Sagi?"
"By way of defiling my slave," he answered.
Mr. Habberforth widened his eyes in shock and turned to the handler.
"Then he stole from me as well, my Lord!"
"Permit me the pleasure of punishing him," Sagi spoke coldly.
"Of course," Habberforth answered with a deep vow. One handler was not worth the cost of clientele.
"Of course, I expect you to release him of his duties, effective immediately. Spread the news, no trader should accept him in employment, ever again."
Habberforth nodded, it was reasonable retribution based on the crime committed.
"Finally," Sagi continued, "He is to be branded, in Capital Square, as a rapist, tonight."
"Lord Sagi, I feel I must intercede," Habberforth finally interjected. "It's obvious you have strong ties to your... companion. Still, you must admit that he does not posses the status worthy of calling what Antony did, rape. He's only property."
"You will do it or you will find our business concluded. As it is, you're skating on very thin ice."
Habberforth stepped back, slightly terrified of the look in Lord Sagi's eyes. No, Antony was not worth any of this.
