His Slave

[Axel: twenty-three years old; intern]

Looking out of the window, I watch as the thin clouds being parted by the planes wing. It's been more than two years since I was away from home. Today, I'm going to surprise the people in the mansion for coming earlier than expected.

Three years ago, during the summer of my twentieth, I ended up spending the rest of the vacation having an illicit affair with Annalouie. Mom and I eventually reconciled and our family finally decided for a week-long vacation. Any other time, I would've sulked the rest of the vacation because I'm sick tired pretending to be the good son.

However, Annalouie's frequent visits to my room, spending the entire night giving me pleasure has turned my vacation the most unforgettable one. We never kissed. We didn't talk. If there was even conversation between us, it's his commands what I do and positions to assume which I answer with approving groans and pleasurable sighs.

The following years became busy for me that I wasn't able to return. Even after my graduation, I instantly got a call from a leading pharmaceutical company for internship. That's been two years. I hate to admit it but I kind of miss the freak. I wish I could spend some more time with him even though we don't talk at all.

I heard he totally dropped out of college and concentrated on his exhibits. He's been frequently holding one which were being advertised in TV and mags. I regretted not attending one. I also found out from mom that Annalouie started taking up students to teach Art lessons, using the second floor of his studio.

I wonder what happened to Jethro. Although I'm still upset about what happened last time that I don't want to entertain the thought of my best friend with Annalouie. It never fails twisting my gut and ruining my mood.

“Ding-dong. Attention to all passengers. We

have safely arrived at..."

The pilot's voice echoes from the speaker, informing us that we've finally landed. Excitement sends my heart leaping and I straighten up in my seat before unbuckling my belt. Any other time, I would've waited for most of the passengers to exit before leaving my seat. But today, I'm too damn ecstatic to go home.

"You're excited, I can tell." Jessie observes with a smirk.

"Yeah. It's been two years after all." I pull her bag from the overhead compartment first before taking my own suitcase. "Will there be anyone to come pick you up?"

"Come on, you know I'm not from here. I'll be riding a cab alone."

"Well, thanks to me, you won't be alone." I gesture in front of me to let her lead the way. "We'll be sharing a cab together."

"What, I thought the Webber has their chauffeur?"

"We have but I'm planning on surprising everyone at home."

Sharing a cab, we leave the airport in a comfortable silence. Jessie is also an intern just like me. We're like minded and quickly hit it off. She's from Alaska and she's only in Vermont for work. Aside from that, she's also taking up her Masters which I'm also thinking of taking once I've settled into work.

Jessie gets off the cab first before I give the driver my address. I'm practically vibrating in my seat, too damn excited to show myself in our house. If they knew I'd be coming today, they certainly would've prepared for a welcome party just like in the past when I wasn't able to come for a year.

However, today, I want them to be the one surprised by my return. I bought lots of souvenirs and delicacies for each of the people in the mansion including the servants. The cab finally halts, giving a kick to my heart in excitement and nervousness. The guard outside the gate immediately notices my arrival and quickly helps me with my luggage.

I put a finger to my lips, gesturing for him to keep quiet about my arrival before giving him my gift. He brightens up upon receiving my souvenirs, smiling and nodding at the same time before picking up my things. I get into the house ahead and hunt for the people I want to see.

The mansion is, as usual, dead silent. Looking up the second floor, I dash towards the stairs and go straight to my parents' room. I knock a few times but no one answers. Frowning, I twist the knob, jut my head into the gap to peer inside. Silence. Sh*t! Of course, they're not at home. They always aren't.

Damn it! So much for the surprise. I close the door once again, thank the servants who sent my luggage into my room before turning my head to Annalouie's bedroom. I'm sure he's also in his studio right now. It's him I missed the most even though I keep denying it to myself.

Excitement and adrenaline gradually fading, I slowly walk across the hallway and stop in front of Annalouie's door. To my surprise, I hear sounds, although muffled by the thick walls. Is he home? I plaster my ear against his door, feeling like a damn burglar in my own house.

"Yes! Deeper! Deeper! F*ck me, harder! Yeah! Hmm, so good! Baby, like that! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

Shocked, I jerk away from the door, eyes wide as I stare at the wooden slab in disgust and pain. That was a woman's voice! The freak brings a woman in the mansion? The freak f*cks a woman in his bed? The same bed we usually... I shake my head. No, don't go there!

Why would I think his bed is special? Of course, he can do anything about it even f*ck a c*nt on it to his d*ck's content. But damn it! It f*cking hurts like son of a b*tch! I twist the knob but it's goddamn locked. Since when did the f*cker learn to lock his door?

Mind clouded by hatred, I pound against his door and the dreadful noise finally dies down before the sound of the lock unlatches to his side. My heart pounds in excitement to finally see him although my anger quickly douses it as I prepare myself for the worse.

The door slowly opens, showing Annalouie's disheveled self. He's only wearing a pair of boxers, so f*cking small that the tip of his hard c*ck peeks out of the garter. His chest glistens with sweat, breathing erratic and eyes widening at the sight of me. He furtively glances over his shoulder.

I look behind him, catching a lump under the covers in his bed but Annalouie quickly moves to block the view. Doesn't he want to introduce me to his girlfriend? Although I'd hate to play nice in front of the c*nt but I want to see what the sl*t looks like. I want to f*cking drag her by the hair and throw her to the gate.

"Axel, you're back." Annalouie finally speaks, his lips stretching into a pleasant smile.

"Yeah." I say bitterly before releasing a punch straight to his face.

I don't know why I did it. I just want to hurt him. Hurt him like how I'm f*cking hurting right now. Damn it! I don't even know why I'm feeling miserable. I don't have the right to get upset. We're nothing after all. Sh*t! We're brothers, for f*ck's sake! I turn away and march back to my room.

However, Annalouie grabs my arm to turn me around. I twist away from him, push him hard against his chest before running away. Annalouie follows me into my room, closing the door behind him and puts on the locks. He grabs me by the waist and latches his mouth onto my neck.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, freak!" I grit out although my traitorous body is slowly killing my resolve and lu$t taking over my hatred.

"Why so hostile, Axel?" He whispers provocatively into my ear while his hand fumbles with my belt and the other digging under my shirt. "It's been two years after all."

“I'm tired from my flight, Annalouie. Let's talk later." I say, voice lacking with conviction.

"Who says we're talking, Axel?" Annalouie successfully opens my jeans, pulls it down until they pool around my ankles.

He pushes me across the room that I'm forced to step out of my pants until I'm standing in front of my bed. Annalouie pulls my shirt over my head before creeping a hand into my underwear. He fishes out my hard c*ck and strokes me languidly while pinching my ni*ple with his other hand.

"Annalouie." I groan, eyes shutting close from sheer pleasure while grinding my butt against his c*ck.

"Axel." Annalouie answers, pushing me down until I kneel on the floor and my head and chest are resting on my bed. "I missed you." He breathes out before kissing my nape, neck and shoulder.

"Hmm..."

His warmth leaves my back for a split second, rummages in my drawer and taking out the lube I somehow found myself buying since we started having this tryst. He applies a generous amount of it into my a$s, softening and loosening me up. I bite my lip while twisting my hips to his moving hand.

"Annalouie!" I cry out, wanting him to f*ck me already.

"I'm here." He answers.

When I feel his tip poking my entrance, I close my eyes tight, readying myself for his invasion. This affair started when Annalouie ra*ed me in our dining table. But even that time, he's never rough with me. In fact, I can't remember a time Annalouie made me feel this was ra*e. It's always pleasurable and satisfactory.

"Hmm." I moan when Annalouie digs deep into my body, filling my tightness with his thickness. "Move!"

Annalouie moves to my bidding. Holding me around my waist, he thrusts into me, deeper and faster. Unlike the other times that he started slow, today he goes straight to pounding which my body seeks to make up for the lost years. I missed this combination of pain and pleasure. The no barred adulterated sex.

He groans into my ear, sounding as ecstatic as how I feel. His hand continues rubbing my c*ck and his other hand never stops tweaking my ni*ples. His mouth bites and nibbles my back and neck, leaving marks all over my skin. He probably did this to the woman at the other side.

Sh*t! My anger returns once again, making me pant heavily in disgust. I start struggling from his hold but Annalouie just knows the right buttons to push, discouraging my fight instinct. I groan as he hits that part of me that has me going wild with lu$t while his hand chokes my d*ck into combustion.

"Annalouie! Please!"

Yes. I hate to admit it but whenever we're in bed, I beg Annalouie like his goddamn servant. Although it doesn't necessary need to be in bed if we want to f*ck. Every time he's inside me, I'm his slave. His f*cking sl*t ready and eager for his beck and call. And with my every plead, Annalouie answers accordingly.

Releasing my c*ck, he resumes thrusting into me faster and deeper. I bury my face into the mattress, muffling my scream when I reach my clim*x. My hips move into his pumping movement, riding the tide of my years of pent up release. Soon enough, I feel Annalouie's heavy c*m filling up my body, shivering at the feeling of it washing my inner walls.

I slowly climb into my bed, slump my depleted body in the middle of it. "Lock the door after you leave."

"Hey now. I want to stay here with you for a bit." Annalouie slides beside me on the bed, kissing my back and soothing my hips with his firm hands. "I missed you, you know. Don't you miss me, too?"

I do. I did. But I'm too f*cked up in the head right now that I don't want him around me. The urge to kill him again resurface. Why am I letting him do this to me? I bury my face into my pillow when tears start leaking out of my eyes.

“Leave, Annalouie."

Relieved and hurt, I feel Annalouie slides out of my bed, walks across the door and shuts it slowly as he leaves.

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