Model Behavior

Title: Model Behavior
Words: 3689
Characters: Zeke Parker, Sinlily Grey, Cadence, Vincent, and David
Warnings: slutty!Zeke, alliteration, kinky sex, BDSM, mild drug use


“Alright Zeke,” Sinlily Grey watched as his best model walked into the main room of the brightly lit studio with his long hair loose and his slender body clad only in a see through black robe and a g-string in the same color.

“Lose the robe and join Cadence on the couch. I want you to straddle his lap like you’re riding him.”

Zeke nodded and let the rode drop to the floor, loving the way that Sinlily’s staff stared at his almost completely bared body.

His partner, the blonde beach bunny Cadence stared as well, licking his lips and shifting against the couch. His cock hardened noticeably, straining against the fabric of his g-string.

“It’s nice to see you up before noon sugar,” Cadence pressed a chaste kiss to Zeke’s lips as the younger man straddled his lap tentatively, “I thought that the boss would have had to pour water on you like the last time.”

Zeke blushed lightly at first, but then as Cadence’s hand cupped his ass on Sinlily’s orders, his cheeks darkened to red.

“Arch your back Zeke,” Sinlily murmured lowly as he moved closer, snapping pictures the whole time, “You’re supposed to look enraptured by his touch, not frightened by it.”

Cadence grinned at Sinlily over Zeke’s head and then dipped his fingers underneath the back of Zeke’s thong, skimming his fingers over that tightly furled entrance until Zeke yelped and rocked down on them.

Sinlily snickered as Zeke’s eyes widened and he fired off a few more shots while the young model was stunned. “Zeke lift yourself up on your knees and try to lean forward,” he murmured huskily, “As for you Cadence, I want you to start stretching him with two fingers. I want some close-up shots of his ass.”

Sinlily was one of the best erotic photographers in the business and he had a knack for finding models that simply oozed sensuality. Zeke was gorgeous and could go from playing a bashful virgin to an eager little slut. Cadence was golden all over and had no reservations whatsoever when it came to sex. If it was sexy and willing, chances were that Cadence would fuck it.

“You’re so slick inside,” Cadence mumbled as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of Zeke’s entrance, “I wish I could have watched you prep yourself.”

Zeke moaned something unintelligible and tried to reach a hand down to touch himself.

But Sinlily intervened.

“If you touch yourself before I give you permission,” he snarled, keeping his camera trained on the trembling muscles of Zeke’s back and buttocks, “I’ll dock your pay and make you wear a cock ring the next time you shoot with Cadence.”

Zeke whined and clasped his hands back around Cadence’s neck, gazing contritely at his boss as he continued to fuck himself on the blonde’s thick fingers. “I’m sorry Grey-san,” he choked on a moan halfway through the sentence, “I won’t let it happen again.”

“It’s alright Zeke,” Sinlily said as the young man’s eyes fluttered closed, “We’re almost done with Cadence for today. After him you’re going to be with Vincent and David. You’ll get to climax with this scene, but it’s up to Vincent if you get release with him.”

Zeke pouted but continued to rock his hips against Cadence’s flat stomach.

Five or ten more minutes of that and Zeke was a writhing bundle of need. His thighs were tense and his anus was spasming around the three fingers that were stretching him and rubbing over his prostate.

“You can finish him off now,” Sinlily said as he watched Zeke’s eyes glaze over, “If we go on any longer, he might not recover in time for Vincent and David.”

Cadence nodded and shifted Zeke in his lap, spreading him wide open and continuing the slow thrusts of his fingers even as he closed his other hand around his partner’s erection.

Within moments, Zeke’s back arched and semen spurted from his erection and coated Cadence’s hand. The blonde raised his hand and licked the creamy fluid off of his fingers before letting Zeke slip out of his lap and onto the couch.

Cadence was still very aroused, the red tip of his cock was poking over the top of his g-string and he was limping slightly.

Zeke blinked up at him blankly and reached out a hand to draw Cadence back down on the couch. But once again, Sinlily stopped him.

“He can take care of his little problem on his own,” the photographer snapped, “We need to clean you off before Vincent gets here. He won’t touch you if you taste like someone else. That’s why you can’t help Cadence. Remember? We’ve only been through this a dozen times.”

Cadence smiled reassuringly down at Zeke and slipped on his own robe. “It’ll be fine Zeke. I’ll just have one off in the shower. Watching you orgasm was the sexiest thing ever.”

After the blonde left, Sinlily called for two of his female staffers to wipe Zeke down and get him prepped for the next scene.

“I want him in the red leather monoglove and the matching hot pants with the button snaps in the crotch,” Sinlily said as he started to look at the pictures on his computer, “Lube him up and put in the large vibrating butt plug before you dress and lotion him. And don’t let him cum on that bed Mina, Brie.”

While his assistants took care of the young model and put him on a bed specifically set up for the S&M scenes, Sinlily went through the dozens of photos that he took as well as the video footage that his apprentice Neni had taken.

“You look good with Cadence,” Sinlily said as Zeke glanced his way, “I can’t wait to see how you handle Vincent’s boyfriend instead of your usual partner.”

“I’ll probably end up fighting with him like I do with all of my new partners,” Zeke said in between gasps as Mina spread his legs and started to finger him, “But we’ll fuck anyway if Vincent wants it. After all, he demands nothing but the best behavior from his submissives.”

Soft laughter from Sinlily made Zeke raise one eyebrow as he looked over at his boss. “What?”

“David isn’t a sub. Or at least he’s not subbing today. David and Vincent are going to take you from both ends, spank you with a paddle for a BDSM scene, and then move into double anal. You’ll be lucky if Vincent touches your dick.”

Zeke pouted and spread his legs so that Mina could push the plug inside of him. He gasped softly and rocked his ass back into that touch until a hard slap came down on his ass cheek. “Behave Zeke,” Mina said as Brie closed a cock ring around the base of his reawakened erection,”Vincent will have to punish you if you act like this during the scene.”

Subdued, Zeke let the two women finish dressing and preparing him for his upcoming scene.

He let himself drift into the peaceful sanctity of his mind, half asleep and content even as his arms were bent back so sharply.

While Zeke dozed, Sinlily took several photographs of the sleeping young man. Zeke was even more beautiful asleep than he was awake then he was in the throes of passion. His long hair was pulled back into a high ponytail while a thick leather and steel collar was wrapped around his throat.

“He really is pretty,” Mina whispered as she picked up the things that she had used on the pale skinned erotic model, “Can he handle Vincent and David? He doesn’t even look as if he could take Cadence’s dick.”

Sinlily smiled as Zeke made a soft sound in his throat and rose up on his knees even further, baring his thighs to the photographer’s camera.

“Excuse me sir,” Brie walked up to Sinlily and tapped him on the shoulder, “They’re here.”

“Send them in,” Sinlily said, “And make sure you’re recording everything. This is going to be fun.”

Vincent was tall, dark and handsome. He was all dark, sleek muscle and dark brown hair. His partner and sometimes-sub David was his physical opposite. David was blond, platinum blonde, with cold green eyes and pale skin.

He stood a little behind Vincent like a good sub should.

Neither man noticed Zeke until Sinlily led them over to the bed.

Their reactions were surprising.

Vincent’s dark face brightened with a smile and he stroked Zeke’s flank almost tenderly. “He’s gained weight since the last time I had him. David, this is the boy I was telling you about. He’s so responsive to even the slightest touch and he’s so very obedient.”

David merely rolled his eyes and kept silent. The pale man was torn between anger for the familiarity and affection that his dom was showing towards the sleeping sub and admiration for the way that the boy could sleep in such a painful position.

Sinlily caught David’s eye over Zeke’s body and smiled as he took a few more pictures.

“Zeke is one of the most flexible models that I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. It took him a while, but he trained himself to be able to do the reverse prayer position for a half hour at a time.”

Vincent licked his lips and his hungry gaze alighted once again on Zeke’s body. “He couldn’t do it for very long before. What poor soul had the task of binding his arms and caring for him?”

Sinlily shrugged, “He wouldn’t tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” David snarled as he undressed, “We’re not being paid by the hour you know.”

Vincent gave David a look but followed in his sub’s example until he was down to a leather thong.

“I apologize for David,” Vincent said as he pulled his hair back and out of the way, “He’s never met a sub like Zeke before and I may have been a bit too eager to see them together. “

Sinlily smiled and handed Vincent the remote for Zeke’s plug, “I’ll get out of the way and leave you two to wake him up. Neni and Mina will be handling all of the work for this scene. I have to finish editing the pictures from Zeke’s earlier shoot.”

With a damn near malevolent smirk on his face, David wrapped his fingers around the base of Zeke ponytail and yanked hard on it. Zeke cried out as he was rudely awakened and he started to glare at David before he noticed Vincent standing next to him.

“Master,” Zeke cried, flinging himself into Vincent arms and covering his face with kisses, “I missed you.”

Vincent smiled against Zeke’s lips and deepened the kiss hungrily; tasting Zeke’s need and drinking it down.

In the meanwhile, David seated himself on the bed near the headboard and stroked himself through his thong as he watched his dom make out with the petite sub.

Too soon for Zeke’s liking, Vincent pulled away and sent him to sit down on the bed between David’s legs.

Zeke fell into subspace easily, and even though he didn’t like David, he was able to curl up in the older man’s lap and nuzzle him through the leather.

David’s breath hitched noticeably as Zeke started to lap at his stomach and around the waistband of the thong. Zeke’s tongue was rough as it licked delicately at David’s skin.

“Stop teasing slut,” David groaned as he used Zeke’s ponytail as a handle to force him lower down his body, “And suck my dick.”

Zeke whimpered and then cried out as Vincent turned on the plug. “Please Master,” Zeke whimpered as he rubbed his cheek over the bulge of David’s erection as he trembled from the intense vibration against his prostate. He couldn’t finish his sentence, but Vincent knew what he wanted.

“Go ahead pet,” Vincent cooed as he got to work on removing Zeke’s shorts, “Show him how good you are with your mouth. And you better not let him choke.” That last part was directed towards David and the blond nodded as he pulled his briefs off without letting go of Zeke’s ponytail.

David’s cock was a slightly darker shade than his pale white skin. He was so hot against the bow of Zeke’s lips and so very lovely. All Zeke could do was open his mouth and accept the push of David’s erection into his mouth.

David handled Zeke masterfully, using the boy’s ponytail to guide him up and down his cock as he watched Vincent root through his bag of toys. Zeke’s mouth was moist and hot and perfect. On a particularly hard thrust, David’s eyes crossed as the tip of his cock slid into Zeke’s throat.

“Oh fuck,” David groaned as Zeke swallowed around him and he started to thrust into the clenching heat of his throat, “May I cum Master? Please, I can’t take this any longer.”

Vincent looked over at where Mina was busy with her camera. The woman held up a finger in the universal gesture for “hold on a second” and made her way over to the bed. Carefully she kept out of Neni’s way and snapped a few shots of Zeke mouth stretched around the impressive girth of David’s penis before she gave Vincent the thumbs up and backed up

“Go ahead David,” Vincent purred as David’s eyes rolled back into his head, “You’ve earned it.”

David groaned and clutched Zeke’s head in his hands as he orgasmed. He slumped back against the head board and let go of Zeke.

Before the boy could choke, Vincent yanked him up off of David by his ponytail.

“I thought I taught you to swallow everything that you’re given,” Vincent murmured as he slid two fingers into Zeke’s mouth and held it open, “You’re not being a very good sub.”

Zeke whimpered as Vincent told him exactly what was going to happen to him.

“I’m going to paddle you for not swallowing David’s cum and you’re going to count every single slap,” Vincent said lowly, “And then we’re going to spread you open and fuck you. That’s all that a slut like you deserves.”

Zeke mewled as Vincent started to stroke his left nipple and then pull sharply on the piercing that went through the tiny bud.

“Yes Master, I’m a slut,” Zeke sobbed as he was once again pushed down onto his knees, “I’m a dirty whore. I need to be punished.”

Vincent smirked at that. “That’s right pet. Now hold on to David. Do you remember your safe words?”

Zeke nodded and then uttered a short, sharp scream as the paddle came down on his ass. Vincent had bought a paddle just to use on Zeke. The paddle was over a foot long and had the word “SLUT” cut out of it.

SMACK!

“On-one.”

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

“Th-three.”

SMACK!

“Four.”

SMACK!

“Oh gawd,” Zeke shrieked as that last blow forced the butt plug deeper into his body, “Fiiiiive!” His face was smashed into the side of David’s thighs and he started sobbing.

“Keep counting,” Vincent said as he readied the paddle for another blow, “We’re almost done.”

SMACK!

Zeke’s back arched and instead of saying a number, he shrieked his safe word.

“Good boy,” Vincent cooed as he wiped the sweat from Zeke’s forehead, “You’re such a good boy. You remembered to use your safe word. I’m so proud of you.”

He let Zeke slump all of the way into David’s lap as he undid the zippers and laces of the monoglove. Zeke’s arms were lined with bruises and he winced slightly as Vincent brushed his fingers over a particularly vivid bruise that darkened his wrist.

“Are you ready for us?” Vincent murmured as he watched David stroked Zeke’s face,”Or do you need time to calm down?” Zeke smiled shakily up at him and leaned into David’s feather light caresses. “M’kay,” he slurred as he pulled Vincent down into a sloppy kiss,” I wan’ both of you inside of me. Boss made sure I was stretched.”

Vincent smiled and patted Zeke on the head, “You’re so eager aren’t you. You want both of us to spread your fuckhole open and stretch you all the way open don’t you?”

Zeke nodded eagerly let himself be pulled into Vincent’s lap, his back pressing against the older man’s stomach. The older man’s fingers pulled the plug out and quickly replaced it with his fingers. With his other hand, Vincent reached for the lube and slicked up his cock.

His dick slid into Zeke’s entrance with almost no resistance whatsoever and he groaned at the snug fit. “You’re so tight for a little whore aren’t you,” Vincent groaned as he thrust shallowly into Zeke’s body,”Can you imagine how it going to feel to have David inside of you too?”

“Uhn...Master,” Zeke gasped,” I need…I need…”

“Hush pet,” Vincent breathed into Zeke’s ear, watching David slick himself up out of the corner of his eye, “I know. Just be patient.”

At the first press of David’s cock into Zeke’s entrance, a thin cry escaped the boy’s lips.

“Ooooh,” Zeke’s nails dug into David’s shoulder as he was stretched wider than he had ever been before. His eyes widened until the whites of his eyes were showing and tears started to pool in them before they started to run down his face.

“Fuck he’s tight,” David hissed as he rocked into that almost painfully tight clench, “He’s like a fucking virgin.”

Carefully Zeke raised himself as high as he could before slamming his body down on the two cocks inside of him. He screamed loudly, his face contorting in pain and pleasure. “Fuck me, oh gawd fuck me!”

Zeke’s face was flushed and he gazed up at David, eyes blank and unseeing as he was fucked. The blonde managed to smirk through the haze of pleasure that enveloped his mind and he kissed Zeke’s swollen lips hungrily.

David kissed like a starving man, using teeth and tongue to make Zeke even more aroused. The boy responded by working his hips even harder and contracting his anus around his partners’ erections.

He sobbed and clung to David as his prostate was hit and started to beg and plead. “Please take…ring off.”

Vincent reached around and fumbled with the clasp of the cock ring until he could get it off and toss it aside.

“Cum for us pet,” Vincent growled as he felt his cock brush against David’s as he drove himself into Zeke’s warmth.

A hoarse cry escaped Zeke’s lips as semen erupted from his cock to cover David’s chest. His inner muscles clenched around the cocks inside of him triggering a chain reaction that almost literally blew his mind.

David followed him over the edge, his cock swelling and spurting inside of Zeke’s entrance. It was so hot and unbelievably erotic that Vincent came too.

They shared a kiss over Zeke’s shoulder before Vincent pulled out of the boy’s still spasming entrance.

Zeke’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

“That’s a wrap guys,” Sinlily said as he walked over to the bed, “Go clean off when you can stand again and then we’ll go over your fees.”

David pulled out of Zeke gingerly and let Zeke curl up near the foot of the bed while he went to Vincent’s side.

Sinlily sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Zeke’s sweat dampened hair tenderly. “He did very well on his first double anal. He looked beautiful losing control like that.”

Vincent’s eyes widened slightly, “That was his first time doing that? No wonder he was so tight.”

Sinlily nodded, “His bodyguard told me that even though Zeke is very well experienced, he hasn’t had much variation in sex. If he has more than one partner for the night it’s usually a spit roast.”

Zeke moaned softly and struggled to sit up. His eyes were down cast and he clung to Sinlily’s hand.

“What’s wrong Zeke?” the photographer asked as he watched different emotions play across Zeke’s face, “Are you alright?”

Zeke shook his head, “Hurts. Hurts real bad.” He flinched as a wave of pain turned his bones to water and he sobbed, “Can you call Nida to come get me?”

Sinlily stroked Zeke’s hair as he asked Mina to “Run outside and get Nida.”

Nida was a tall perfect specimen of masculinity. He was well over six feet tall with black hair that reached his ass.

When he walked into a room everything with a pulse turned to stare at him and it wasn’t because of his height.

The tall man practically screamed “power-top”.

His stern face softened dramatically as he stood by Zeke’s side and he even smiled. “He overdid it again didn’t he? He’s going to be out of commission for days. Just put the money in his account like always.”

From his pocket Nida took out a syringe filled with s shimmering red liquid. “Give me your arm darling,” he ordered, “I have to dose you before the pain really starts to sink in.”

“What is that?” David asked as Nida pumped the red fluid directly into Zeke’s wrist,”Why are you drugging him?”

“It’s Bliss,” Nida said as Zeke slumped over unconscious, “He told me what he would be doing today and he wanted something to numb the pain.”

“If he needs anything, just let me know.” Sinlily volunteered, “His next shoot is in a week. Let him know that I’ll email him with the details.”

“Thank you Grey-san,” Nida wrapped Zeke in a faux fur throw and lifted the young man into his arms, “I’ll tell him when he wakes up.”

With that Nida walked out of the studio not even sparing a backwards glance for the men left on the bed.

Vincent and David shared a look and opened their mouths to ask Sinlily a question.

But he shushed them, “Trust me guys. You don’t want to know anything about Zeke beyond his kinks; it’s just not worth it.”


*End Model Behavior*

Gifted With Beauty

Gifted With Beauty


“I left something for you in front of your chambers,” Caligula’s uncle Tiberius leered lecherously up at him over the head of one of the slave boys that were tending to him. “Go see what it is. I’m sure you’ll enjoy my gift as much as I have.”

“Thank you Uncle,” Caligula replied lowly, hiding his distaste for the older man, “but I have lessons to attend. I can’t fall behind just for a gift.”

He knew that he had made a mistake the moment that the words slip past his lips. Tiberius growled loudly and shoved the slave boys aside as he stood up.

“You dare to put my gift aside!?” Tiberius reached out and grabbed the front of Caligula’s toga, “You have no right and no status yet you attempt to refute my gift to you.”

“No Uncle. My apologies Uncle.” Caligula said as he bowed as low as he could, “I only wished to finish up my studies and-“

“And nothing!” Tiberius shouted as he shoved Caligula roughly, “Get out of my sight you ungrateful brat!”

Caligula stood up, bowed once more to his incensed uncle, and strode back into the villa. His eyes flashed with indignant anger and he silently cursed his uncle as he made his way back to his rooms.

As he turned the corner into the corridor that led to his rooms, Caligula realized just what Tiberius’ gift was. Tiberius wouldn’t dream of giving his nephew money or books lest he use them against him.

The only thing that Tiberius would ever consider sharing with his nephew was sex. Hence, the beautiful slave boy that was sleeping soundly on one of Tiberius’ couches.

Caligula recognized Bellus instantly. The young slave was one of his uncle’s favorite slaves and he often paraded the youth around during orgies and other similar entertainments.

He thought back to when Tiberius had brought the then seven year old pleasure slave to the Villa Jovis. Caligula had been eleven or twelve years old at the time, just barely old enough to feel the first stirrings of lust as he looked at Bellus’s pretty, feminine face with their lush lips.

And of course the lecherous Tiberius had noticed at once, the attraction that his nephew had for his newest plaything.

“The little one’s name is Bellus,” Tiberius had remarked causally during their evening meal that same night, “I paid seventy-five aurei to have him trained in the sensual arts. Unfortunately for you, you will never have the pleasure of being serviced by him.”

Caligula had stared up at his uncle with disbelief and anger shining in his amber eyes as he struggled not to snap at the older man.

But even at that young age, he had already learned that it was best if he didn’t question his uncle lest he be punished for his insolence.

And for almost nine years, Tiberius had flaunted his ownership of Bellus underneath Caligula’s nose. Caligula had found himself resigned to the knowledge that everyone else could feel the touch of Bellus’s slender body except for him.

Because after all, he was only Tiberius’ ward. He was only a brat that the emperor had taken in and raised…Tiberius had beaten Caligula’s want for pretty things out of him shortly after Bellus arrived at the villa.

And Bellus had never been allowed to be alone with Caligula anywhere on Tiberius’ property. Of course Caligula saw him constantly; after all he was Tiberius’ most favored slave.

So why had he been given to Caligula?

Caligula stared down at Bellus’s slender body, staring hard as if to memorize the boy’s curves. “Why did Tiberius send you to me?” he snarled as the short slave gingerly sat up on the couch and clutched his clothing to his bare chest.

“I don’t-“Bellus paused as his master raised an eyebrow at him, “I don’t know why milord. He never tells me things. After all, I’m just a lowly slave boy trained to serve.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and lowered his eyes as Caligula moved to stand in front of him. It was a purely submissive gesture, one that made Caligula’s blood thrum in his veins.

“And how do you intend to serve me?” Caligula’s voice deepened to a husky purr and he touched a finger to the slave boy’s chin, tilting his head up.

Bellus’s plump cheeks darkened with a fierce blush and his vibrant blue eyes flashed up to look at his master’s handsome face. “Master I would do anything to serve you, to make you happy.”

Caligula’s full lips turned up in a lusty smile and he let his eyes travel down the boy’s body. “Anything?”

Bellus nodded eagerly and then yelped as his master grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the edge of the couch.

The pale skinned slave stared up at his master with wide eyes as the other’s silk toga fell to the floor. “M-master?”

“I wish for you to pleasure me with your mouth,” Caligula said as he stroked himself languidly. “And then I will take you.”

“You already have me,” Bellus promised feverishly as he closed his hand around Caligula’s throbbing length and pulled the foreskin back gently.

He lapped at the leaking tip slowly, savoring the taste of his newest master on his tongue. Caligula’s fingers wove into his hair and stared to pull him up and down on his cock. Bellus struggled to breathe through his nose as the force of Caligula’s thrusts pressed his large cock all the way into the back of Bellus’s throat.

“Such a good whore you are,” Caligula praised as he rocked his cock into Bellus’s hot mouth. Bellus purred happily at the compliment and hollowed his cheeks to deepen the suction.

Caligula rewarded Bellus with a soft pat on the head and moaned as the young slave swallowed around him. He glanced down at Bellus’s pretty face, taking in the way that the boy’s solid lace of eyelashes fluttered as he lost himself in his task.

“That’s enough,” Caligula groaned hoarsely.

Bellus ignored his master and drew deeply on that thick cock.

“I said –unh- That’s enough!” He gripped Bellus by the hair and pulled him way from his erection, using the thick black mass as a handle to bear the slave down to the couch once more.

Bellus’s breath hitched and he sat up slowly, eying Caligula as if he were expecting a blow. “I’m sorry master,” he breathed hesitantly, “I only wanted to please you. Please do not be upset with me.”

His bottom lip trembled as he gazed up at Caligula with fear filled eyes.

“Please don’t send me back to your uncle.”

His eyes were wide and started to fill with tears as Caligula stared down at him. “Please don’t send me back. You don’t know what he’ll do to me if I don’t please you…”

Caligula knew fear when he heard it, and fear was turning Bellus’s melodious voice into a nervous ruin. He knew that his uncle had some depraved sexual practices, but he adored Bellus to the point that he sold two of his most favored concubines in order to gift the young slave with jewelry and fine silks.

“Wh-what did my uncle tell you he’d do to you if I didn’t keep you?” Caligula asked softly even though he had already guessed the answer.

Bellus sighed heavily and seemed to fold in on himself. “Your uncle was very clear that he was becoming bored with me,” he said softly, “If I cannot please you, then he has no further use for me. If you send me back…”

Bellus’s voice broke on an anguished cry. “He’ll give me to the guards for their pleasure and when…when they’ve tired of me, he’ll have me executed.”

Caligula was no stranger to cruelty and violence, especially toward slaves, but there was something about the way that Bellus’s full bottom lip trembled with a barely contained sob that made the young lord want to protect him.

“I’m not upset with you at all,” Caligula murmured, “and I would never think of giving you back to my lech of an uncle. I am not a cruel man.”

Bellus stared up at Caligula, gratitude and hope shining in his eyes. ”Thank you Master.” His smile was heartbreakingly beautiful and Caligula couldn’t keep himself from taking the boy’s lips in a slow sweet kiss that was the culmination of all of the pent up tension and desire that Caligula held for Bellus.

Caligula held Bellus close, tucking the slave’s head under his chin and petting him gently as he felt the tension ease out of that lean body.

Tiberius had ruined a great many things for Caligula over the years, from the death of his parents and siblings when he was three to slaughtering his pet leopards in a fit of anger. But he was not going to ruin the tenuous bond that the young lord and the beautiful slave shared.

After all, Tiberius was old. And the Roman public would think nothing of it if their hated emperor were to “accidentally” slip and fall while taking his bath.

A cruel smile curved up the corners of Caligula’s lips and he stroked his hands possessively over Bellus’ bare back.

Yes…Caligula would end Tiberius’ reign soon enough. And then all of Rome would bow down to him and Bellus wouldn’t have that frightened look on his face any longer.