The thought depressed Xander, but thrilled him at the same time. From the few voices that could be heard outside of his rooms, and the occasional gossip he could squander from the pages, all of the masters were male. His former masters had been men. They had raped him often and "taught" him how to please masters. All they really taught him was to fear men. He never wanted to be violated like that again. But when it came to women, Xander was equally frightened. This fear, however, came from a fear of the unknown. He had never seen a woman, not that he knew of at least. His books sometimes involved women, but he had no concept of them. After all, what were these "breasts" they often spoke of? Wouldn't it look strange for someone to have odd-shaped lumps growing from their chest? He shook his head. By the looks of things, he would never find out.
Xander's thoughts were interrupted violently as the door to his chamber slammed open. Two pages came through the door and hurriedly locked it behind them. A key must always be locked up, he laughed to himself. Where would I go if I could get out? Xander immediately canceled that thought. He would never dare to run away. He had tried that once when he was younger. He made it out of the basement his former masters had been keeping him in, but he hadn't made it out of the house. He had been beaten for hours and then starved for days. On top of that, the "lessons" were given almost constantly for those days and a week after. He was not planning to try that experience again any time soon.
The pages were excited that he was already in the bath. It was one less thing that they had to do. Once he was well scrubbed, Xander was pulled reluctantly from the tub. One of the pages had evidently gone through his wardrobe to pick out a suitable outfit for his inspection. Once a month, he was presented to Jaesen, the current master of The Palace, for inspection. He and Jaesen had gotten to know each other rather well over their many visits. This time, black silk pants had been laid out along with a crimson silk shirt. The pants would be tucked into soft, black suede boots. A delicate silver dog collar completed the outfit. He knew a chain would be added before they unlocked the door.
These monthly forays into the palace were a source of entertainment of Xander. He got a small glimpse of what life was like for the other slaves. Most of his knowledge came from the sounds that snuck around the heavy wooden doors. Moans and screams of various pitches comprised the majority of his list. All too soon for Xander, they reached Jaesen's chambers. He would love to be allowed to wander the Palace, even just for an hour. "Good day, Xander. I hope you are well?" Jaesen purred.
"Y...yes master," Xander managed to stutter. The man that stood before him was a different incarnation of the master than he had ever seen before. Instead of his usual black tunic and trousers, all Jaesen wore was a black silk loin cloth. "I hope that this day finds you well also?"
Jaesen grinned. "Wonderful."
The pages were dismissed and Xander was led deeper into the master's chambers by his leash. He had never been allowed further than the foyer before. They passed several rooms that Xander peeked into as they went by. A bedroom, bathroom, library, and one strange room filled with all sorts of strange apparatus. He was glad when that they passed that door very quickly. He didn't want to think about it, nor did he want to find out what those racks were for. They stopped in front of a closed door. The master unlocked it, led Xander in, and locked the door behind them. Immediately Xander was relieved of his leash and collar. "Now strip," Jaesen ordered.
Xander was bewildered. The master had never done anything like this before. He almost hesitated, but didn't. He knew better than that. He was naked in moment. Jaesen was now seated on the edge of the bed. Xander took a moment to survey his new surroundings. A low bed sat in one corner, a large chair in the other, and an armoire stood on one wall. He suspected there were no clothes in this chest. His suspicions were proved right when Jaesen removed a small whip from one of the drawers along with something that looked decidedly like a leather penis. Xander blanched. "Please, kneel at the edge of the bed, get comfortable and enjoy yourself," Jaesen instructed.
Xander did as he was told. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jaesen reach for a small blue pot that sat on a ledge above the bed. There were many other containers ledge. Xander could guess what was in some, but had no idea about the others. While he was sorting out his thoughts, Jaesen had finished with the pot he had chosen, and returned it to it's seat on the ledge. He gently repositioned Xander so that he was kneeling up and bent over the bed onto his stomach. His knees were spread wider on the pillow that was protecting them from the stone floor. Xander's eyes opened wide and he gasped as the phallus was slowly inserted into his asshole. It hadn't looked very big, but it felt absolutely huge. Once it had filled him completely, Jaesen simply left it there while he gently whipped Xander's balls. Xander could not hold in his soft moans. Even though he enjoyed it, Xander was appalled at his pleasure. Jaesen allowed Xander to enjoy himself almost to the point of release, and stopped completely. He removed the phallus at that moment as well. Xander writhed on the bed, moaning. He could barely stand it. "Lie down on your back," Jaesen instructed.
Xander did as he was told. Jaesen knelt over Xander's face and inserted his penis into the slightly open mouth that awaited it. Jaesen's moans gained in volume and gusto as Xander sucked harder and harder. When Jaesen couldn't contain himself any longer, he came. Xander swallowed every drop, except for one that had managed to slip away and run down the side of his mouth. Jaesen wiped it away gently with a soft cloth. "I knew just by looking at your mouth that you would be amazing." He said, kissing Xander softly.
Xander was wriggling now. He was lost in his pleasure. Too lost to be angry with himself. It had been quite a while since anyone had played with him. Occasionally a trainer came to visit, but it had been several months. It had been getting damned infuriating. Before he really had a chance to relax for a moment, Xander was being ordered onto his hands and knees. He was violated by two fingers covered in a soothing cream. He felt Jaesen blow softly and that cooling sensation started heating up. He was unable to ponder this sensation for long because Jaesen had knelt behind him and was vigorously pounding into him. They came simultaneously, a chorus of moans resounded throughout the room. Xander found himself curled against Jaesen's chest, then they both fell into a dreamless sleep.
Xander allowed himself to be roused, dressed, and returned to his suite. He normally would've at least played at struggling, but he didn't have the heart. Jaesen had been much kinder than his former masters; almost loving even. Still, Xander couldn't help but feeling dirty. It seemed so unnatural to him. The page released him from the leash and collar and locked the door on the way out. Xander did the only think he could think to do-- he took a bath.
As the nearly scalding water filled the tub, Xander reached for a bottle that sat on a high shelf. He didn't know what the contents were called, but he did know that when they were added to running water they created piles of fluffy bubbles. He thought that was neat, and they always relaxed him more than a normal bath. He also liked the way they smelled. He stripped out of the soiled clothes faster than he had for the Master and deposited them in the basket beside the door. A page would take them, wash them, and return them to his armoire. After that, he returned to the tub and sank into the bubbly retreat. Xander closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and let his mind wander.
He imagined that he was no longer a slave to anyone. He had never been free, so he didn't know what it would be like. I would be able to wander anywhere in the Palace that I wanted, he mused. I would even get to go outside! That thought alone thrilled him more than anything. He had never been allowed to see what the world looked like. He had pictures in his mind from the many books that he had read. A few of them had even had drawings, but he knew it just wasn't the same. He often dreamed about walking through a grassy meadow or lush forest.
Damnit! He wanted to be free so bad! Oh well. I'm a key. I'll just have to be content with that. With a sigh, he slid underwater. He held his breath for several moments, then slowly let it out. He rose to the surface minutes after he had submerged, shaking bubbles from his face. He heard a giggle to his right. "You're silly," said the little boy standing in the door to the bathroom.
"Can I help you?" Xander asked, glad for the bubbles. Someone as young as that shouldn't have been allowed to wander the palace freely. He couldn't be more than seven years old.
"My name is Tyra. I'm a new page. See? They gave me the key to your room and told me to bring your laundry down so it can be washed," he said, proudly holding up a little golden key on a chain. "But I don't know where your laundry basket is. Can you please show me?"
"It's beside the door. Aren't you a little young to be a page?"
"My mommy and daddy sent me here because they couldn't take care of me. I don't think I like it here though. I'm the only girl here. But Master Jaesen said that he'd take good care of me. Just like all his keys. I don't understand. Why must he take care of a key? It just hangs on a chain all day. But he does take good care of everyone here."
Xander smiled. He was a little surprised. She wasn't what he expected a girl to look like. Then again, he didn't know what to expect, that, and she was just a child. He shrugged it off because he liked this new page. It was a refreshing change from all the other stoic faces he saw day after day. Then again, pages probably weren't supposed to talk to the keys except to give orders. Xander wasn't going to turn her in and he doubted the other keys would either. "Yes, he does."
"Why are you locked in a room all by yourself all day? That's not very nice. Now that I think of that, there are a lot of really nice people locked up in here. Are you in trouble? Because this doesn't look like a prison. I saw one on my way here from my town. It was dirty. I didn't like going by it. It scared me. My daddy told me not to be afraid though because he loves me and as long as I always remember that, nothing can hurt me," Tyra's face broke into a wide grin at the mention of her father. "You won't hurt me, will you?"
"Of course not," Tyra was privileged with one of his rare, but heart-filled laughs. "You had better hurry and get the laundry down to the wash room. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble on my account."
The girl jumped and grabbed the basket quickly. It was almost as big as she was. "Okay then Mr..." She paused for a second. "What is your name?"
"Call me Xander."
"Okay Mr. Xander! Good-bye!" Tyra disappeared out the door, remembering to lock it behind her.
Xander smiled as he sunk into the water again. Today had been a very interesting day.