Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Thou Shall Not Lust ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13

Thou Shall Not Lust

 

Katan stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over his back. Images of Jason kneeling at his feet in perfect form kept returning to his mind's eye despite his best efforts to keep them away. His stance was breathtaking. Jason was a beautiful slave; his beautiful slave. Katan felt a contented smile spread across his features, and he leaned against the shower wall.

 

He didn't even realize what he was doing until a soft moan escaped his lips. He had a hard on, and he was stroking himself. He was getting off on the memory of his slave. Not just a slave, a male slave. The wave of guilt hit him in a rush of nausea. It wasn't as if love slaves, or same sex relationships were at all uncommon, or even looked at with any discrepancy whatsoever, but he felt as if he was letting himself down.

 

He had resolved long ago to never own a love slave, as he thought the practice was animalistic and disgusting. He also always thought himself straight. It's not as if he hadn't been with a male before, in his darker days, when he would frequent the brothels, beautiful young men were often his bed mates, but that was different.

 

That was always about feeling dominant, feeling a rush of control. Topping a woman was something he could do anytime, and often did. He prided himself on his seductive nature, and the thrill of the hunt. However, with men, it was all about power. There was no passion, no desire, only the sense of absolute domination.

 

Katan had often tried to analyze himself sexually. And he had come to the conclusion that he thought this way because he saw women as inferior creatures. He didn't intend to, and he had no idea why he did, but somewhere, subconsciously, he saw women as the weaker sex. A female vessel's power could be every bit as strong as a male's. Female humans and vessels alike were regarded with the exact same rights and status by society, and had been for thousands of years. Some of the role models he most looked up to were female. Yet somehow, his sexual subconscious did not derive the same satisfaction from dominating women in bed as it did men.

 

To him women were soft, delicate flowers, creatures of mystery, and fire. It was like a dangerous game to him. The hunting of an elusive wild animal whom one would never fully understand. Finding her, getting her attentions, wooing her, keeping her happy. Luring her into bed, having his way with her, but after a while, the bait was no longer necessary, they would come to his bed willingly. Would even initiate it. Where was the challenge in trying to catch an animal that was willingly throwing itself into your trap? That is why he had such a reputation. He was easily bored.

 

The young men that he had bedded in the past were not unlike Jason. Though they were more obedient, their bodies still fought him. Their very being seethed at the fact that they were being forced to submit to him. This excited and completed him in a way that no woman ever could.

 

With this comparison, Katan did understand his attraction to Jason. There was no doubt the boy was beautiful, and rebellious.

 

Oh how I'd love to turn that smugness into desire…

 

Katan's eyes rolled back as he allowed himself to indulge in his thoughts.

 

To hear him whimper and beg me to take him…to have him at my complete mercy.

 

Katan's breath caught in his throat at these images in his mind's eye.

 

To hear him scream my name as he cums…

 

Katan let out a feral growl of pleasure as his cum dripped to the shower floor. He leaned there panting for a few minutes as he recovered.

 

I can't be thinking like this…he's a slave, nothing more.

 

Later, as Katan sat on his bed letting Mark brush his hair, Katan was deep in thought about how to keep from thinking about Jason sexually.

 

“Such a serious face, Master.” Mark commented quietly.

 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking about Jason's…training.”

 

“I think using a reward system with chocolate looks like a promising way to train him.”

 

“I agree.” Katan replied with a smirk, as he remembered Jason's face during the chocolate incident earlier that day.

 

His mind suddenly wandered on its own. Remembering the way Jason's lips had wrapped around the sweet morsel. He was remembering it in such great detail…had Katan been staring at his mouth? Why was that all he could remember? No, he also remembered how true happiness and contentment had seemed to settled over Jason's features. For the first time since meeting him Jason looked at ease. Katan smiled slightly. He didn't think it possible, but the boy looked even more beautiful in this state.

 

Katan gasped quietly as he realized his cock had sprung to life under his towel. Once again mere thoughts of the beautiful show slave were ruling his body.

 

Mark picked up on the gasp and had stopped brushing. “Did I pull to hard?”

 

“No, Mark. I think it's been brushed well enough though, you may be dismissed.”

 

Confusion was obvious on Mark's face, but he left the room obediently, keeping his questions to himself.

 

Katan threw his towel off and sat on the edge of his bed. He had no trouble loosing himself in a fantasy of Jason kneeling at his feet with those lips wrapped around his cock. The whole time there was a voice in the back of his head screaming at him that it was wrong. But his fantasy over powered that voice a thousand fold.

 

After his orgasm he lay on the bed, panting hard, a thin sheen of sweat covering his taunt body. He let out a desperate growl of frustration.

 

Why do I do this to myself? Why can't I get him out of my head? What is it about him?

Katan glanced at the clock smiling cynically to himself.

 

Two orgasms in one hour, not a bad form of torture…

 

The next day Katan was pleasantly surprised to find that Jason seemed to be on his best behavior. He didn't miss the fact that he was giving off a distinct vibe of poutiness, but otherwise he was doing and saying everything that was expected of him.

 

When afternoon rolled around Katan gave Jason and Mark leave to go do whatever they liked, after a firm reminder to Jason that the collar around his neck would let Katan know if he was doing anything stupid.

 

As Katan was at his desk reading over some paperwork his phone went off. He glanced at the display and opened it quickly upon seeing that it was Yuli.

 

“Do you have news?”

 

“Yes, I've finally tracked down her first owner. He bought her as an entertainment slave. She was a dancer. Naturally, she was bought quickly off of him.”

 

“Where are you headed now?”

 

“To the second owner. Now that I've got a trail it's only a matter of time before I locate her.”

 

“Just hurry, who knows what the poor girl is doing now.”

 

“Katan, if I didn't know better I'd think you cared about her.”

 

“I don't pay you to think about my feelings, Yuli.”

 

Yuli gave a hearty laugh. “That you don't.”

 

“Keep me posted.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

Katan sat back in his chair and let out a long sigh. He hadn't realized how stressed he'd been about finding this girl until the relief of Yuli's news had washed over him. He kept picturing Jason's contented happy look from the day before, and knew that it wasn't long before he'd be able to see a permanent smile on his face. It shocked Katan slightly to find that he desperately wanted to make Jason happy. He pressed his finger tips to his temple as a tension headache suddenly struck him.

 

Oh this is a fine mess you've created, Katan.

 

A few hours later Katan called both Jason and Mark to his study. He had already decided that he wouldn't say anything to Jason about his sister unless he asked. He didn't want to get his hopes up until he was certain he'd be able to obtain his sister.

 

“Mark, I would like you to take Jason and get him ready, I'm going to call on Raythe this evening and I think it's a good opportunity for Jason to get some practice in being a proper show slave.”

 

“Yes, Master…what shall I dress him in? He's not been fitted for the proper attire yet.” Mark asked, skillfully masking the jealous bite that threatened his tone.

 

“Hmm…good point…Find something appropriate, and have Estevan make a note to call the fitters first thing in the morning.”

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

“Jason, go with Mark, he will explain what will be expected of you this evening.”

 

Jason nodded suddenly realizing that his confusion and the millions of questions he wanted to ask were probably plastered plainly across his face.

 

Once in Jason's room, Mark went straight to the closet.

 

“Who is Raythe?” Jason asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

 

“Master Katan's best friend, and fellow aristocrat.” Mark replied, distractedly, then turned to Jason realizing he looked absolutely terrified.

 

“No need to be nervous, though. He and Master Katan often test new acquisitions on each other because their relationship is close enough that the other will not be easily offended.”

 

“I see.” Jason replied, but he was still a bit paler than normal.

 

“You'll like Sir Raythe. He is very kind, like Master Katan.”

 

“Is he a vessel?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I find it hard to believe there are two kind vessels in existence.”

 

Mark shook his head. “Your prejudice against vessels is something you must get over, Jason. You'll be around many of them in the near future, and you must show them all respect, for everything you do will reflect on Master Katan. If you are willing, respectful and obedient, others will think highly of him. If you are disobedient to him or to one of his peers, in addition to being severely punished, you will make him look bad.”

 

Jason laughed nervously.

 

“Way to take the pressure off, Mark.”

 

“That is not my intention, you should feel pressured, you are about to be a show slave on the arm of one of the most important people in Euphoria.”

 

Jason shivered, but he was unsure if it was due to the nerves or the reverent tone in which Mark spoke. Mark seemed so old and so wise, and Jason suddenly felt very young and inexperienced.

 

An hour later Jason was waiting in the hall near the door feeling utterly ridiculous. Mark had dressed him in a cherry red wife-beater style shirt that only covered his shoulders and his pecks, leaving his mid-drift bare. Over that he had a black mesh tank top. Tight black low-riding pants completed the ensemble.

 

Katan bounded to the bottom of the stairs, his breath catching in his throat when he caught sight of Jason. The boy had gone from beautiful to down-right sexy. Jason saw him staring and blushed crimson.

 

“It's all Mark's fault.”

 

Katan smirked. “Well, then I'll have to remember to commend him on his impeccable taste later.”

 

Jason shifted uncomfortably. “This just isn't me.”

 

“Nonsense, you are my slave, I say you look good in it, therefore it is completely you.”

 

Jason let out a loud, frustrated huff, but said no more.

 

Katan donned a nice jacket, snapped a leather leash to Jason's collar, and ushered him out the door.

 

As they rode off into the dusk Jason's nerves began to resurface, and he began a silent mantra.

 

Don't lose yourself. Stay true to you.