A gay story: Sequences Ch. 03 “Still hurt, Sequence?” Tulip asked as she helped him wash the next morning.
“My arms are ok. My side still hurts a bit. A little tear. I’ll be ok.” Sequence replied quietly.
“You nervous?” Daffodil said.
“Can’t walk in those shoes. I’ll fall, he’ll be angry.”
“Small, high steps.”
“High?”
“Yeah, lift your knees high but keep the steps small.”
“Ok, I can do that. Are you sure?”
“I’ve been wearing heels since before you were hatched.” Tulip helped Sequence out of the bath. “He fucks you hard, Sequence. And he beats you hard.”
“He’s not going to mess me up like your last owners messed you u. I like the beatings, although last night was harsher than usual but it was a proper punishment.” Sequence allowed Daffodil to help him into the robe. “Will you be there today?”
“No. Basil and Thyme will be.”
“Why did you tell Thyme to beat me?” Sequence stared at Daffodil.
“You were being arrogant.”
“I’m jealous of you being higher than me.” He said.
“I’m not.” Daffodil turned to Tulip. “Am I?”
“We do something wrong, Sequence takes the punishment. We’re higher than he is.”
“And he tells you stuff he keeps secret from me.”
“He’s protecting you.”
“No, he’s protecting you. That’s why you’re not going.”
“Shoes on, Sequence.” Tulip said, changing the subject.
Sequence stepped into the shoes.
“Hate these things.” Sequence mumbled, walking around slowly.
“Looking sexy, Sequence.” The Master said, coming in, wearing a suit that matched Sequence’s outfit. “You ready?”
“Yes, Master.” Sequence dropped his head.
“Didn’t say you had to be good today.” The Master laughed, lifting Sequence’s chin and kissing his nose. “Don’t obey anyone else. Only do what I tell you to do. Don’t answer anyones questions unless I say, ok?”
“Ok.” Sequence nodded.
“Be good, girls. Come on, Sequence.”
****
“Oh my gosh, Daniel! Must you wear republican colours every time you meet with us? You’re a prince! You’re not allowed to be anti-monarchy.” The man sat on the throne in the main room said angrily.
The woman said next to the man, smiled, stood up and hugged the Master.
“You do infuriate your father, Daniel. But wait!” She moved towards Sequence. “Who is this?”
“Sequence. New slave.”
“Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” The lady touched Sequence’s hand, pulling him away from the Master. “Ah, look, shes holding onto you, how sweet.”
“I’d heard you’d brought yourself a dangerous boy-toy.” The man said.
“That’s him.” The Master nodded at Sequence. “Mum, put his blindfold back on.”
“He looks like a girl. I want to see his eyes. What colour are they?”
“They’re white.”
“He’s blind?”
“Sort of. He sees telepathically. Talks with his eyes. He wears the blindfold so that he can communicate with us without hypnotising us.”
“Hypnotise?” The man asked unimpressed.
“He’s obviously not dangerous. I took his blindfold off and he didn’t attempt anything. He’s beautiful, Daniel. I understand why you got him, male or not.”
“I’ve had a number of people asking for him to be destroyed.”
“If he were not my slave, you wouldn’t even consider it.”
“Come here, little one.” The man said to Sequence.
Sequence looked up to the back of the Master’s head but didn’t move.”
“He only listens to you. That’s impressive.”
“What do you want him for?”
“Just to speak with him.”
The Master held his hand out to sequence and led him to the man. Sequence stood in front of the man uncertainly. The man pulled Sequence onto his lap.
“Do you know who I am?”
Sequence shook his head then looked up to the Master, unsure if he was allowed to talk. The Master nodded.
“No, Sir.” He whispered.
“I am your Master’s father. I’m also king of this country.”
Sequence tilted his head.
“Kings are important?”
“Yes, very important. The most important. You don’t have kings, a leader?”
“We are a community.”
“Are you dangerous?”
“I can’t hurt anyone?”
“You could make someone kill someone else couldn’t you? Hypnotise them?”
“Only if they desired to kill that person. I can channel desires into actions.” Sequence stared at the king. “I could make you kill my Master but I could not make him kill you.”
“Ah, you are dangerous because you can see people’s thoughts.”
“No. I can see my people’s thoughts. I can only feel desires here.”
“Do you feel my desire about you?”
“Yes. Master won’t allow it. Your wife would not allow it. I would not meet your standards.”
“Would not allow what?” The queen said raising an eyebrow.
“You said yourself that he was beautiful.” The king smiled. “See, you’re a dangerous little thing.”
“Sorry.” Sequence looked down at the floor.
“He’s cute, Daniel. You won’t be able to control him for long. When that day comes I expect you to do the honourable thing and dispose of him safely.”
“I won’t kill him.”
“No, I cannot make you do something you don’t want. You have a duty to control your slaves and protect others. You will not let him hurt someone else. I know that much.”
“I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I couldn’t.”
The king slapped the boy.
“Speak when you’re spoken to.” The king laughed when Sequence dropped his head again. “You have no idea how powerful you are, little one.”
Sequence lifted his head and watched the king’s eyes to check he was allowed to talk.
“I have no power. I’m alone here. Master.” Sequence looked towards the Master. “Master is my community.”
The king pushed Sequence off his lap as he stood to go to Daniel.
“Lets go to lunch.” He suggested taking his wife’s arm. “You can either wear that. Do you take him?”
“No. He’s no fun with food. Sequence, stay with Tulip.”
The three left the room followed by Basil, Thyme and four other slaves who served as bodyguards to the king and queen.
****
Sequence changed into his shorts, he didn’t mind wearing them; it was getting colder now. He looked through the wardrobe and pulled out a white jacket. Then he pulled out a pair of flip flops that were too big for him. He left the room, looking for Tulip and Daffodil. He wandered down to the kitchens. The cook and kitchen slaves smiled at him.
“Hey, Sequence. Good morning?”
“Yeah, was ok.” Sequence opened a cupboard and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a leaf. “Why do you cook so much? Master is out with Basil and Thyme. Only you and Tulip and Daffodil to feed.”
The group laughed.
“Sequence, Master owns almost one hundred slaves! Have you never left this floor of the house?”
“One hundred slaves? I had no idea!”
They laughed again. Sequence bit his leaf and watched them cooking.
“How does he control them all?”
“He delegates. I’m in charge of all the kitchen slaves. Basil and Thyme are in charge of all security and transport. Tulip and now, Daffodil are in charge of the house. Master punishes one of us when things go wrong in our departments and we punish the person who made the mistake.”
“Master punishes me when Tulip or Daffodil do something wrong.”
“You’re just a new punishment. He has lots of punishments that have nothing to do with beating. Wheres Master gone?”
“Out of eat.”
“Without you? What are you meant to be doing?”
“Finding Tulip.”
“Won’t find her here. You’re just distracting us here.”
“Do you know where she is?” Sequence asked, smiling at one of the lower slaves who had just made another mistake because he was paying too much attention to Sequence.
“Saw her downstairs about an hour ago.”
“Ok.” Sequence put his leaf box back in the cupboard. “I’ll see you later.” He left, munching on his leaf.
****
Sequence wandered around the house, following the telepathic trail left by Tulip and Daffodil. He wandered into a small room.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
The two girls turned towards him. Tulip was holding a small whip.
“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be with Master?” Daffodil said nervously.
“Finished. Who you beating?” Sequence went round them. There was a young man standing with his legs cuffed to the floor and his hands chained to the ceiling. “What did you do to make them beat you?”
The boy looked up at him.
“You’re Master’s sex slave?” The man said in awe.
“Yeah. Who are you and what have you done?”
“Didn’t clean the room I was meant to. Went to sleep. Got caught. I’m a house slave.”
“Why did you go to sleep?”
“Was tired.”
“Why?” Sequence stared at him, trying to get a reading of his thoughts.
The boy dropped his head to break eye contact.
“Who were you fucking?” Sequence smiled. “He’s been fucking someone.” Sequence turned to the girls. “Oh my gosh!” He made eye contact with the two girls. “You’ve been fucking him! Master is going to beat me so badly when I tell him about this!”
“You can’t tell him, Sequence!” Tulip begged.
“I can’t lie to him. You know I can’t lie to him. You fuck him before you fucked me?”
“You’ve slept with Master’s sex slave?” The boy’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, it was awful!” Sequence grinned at him. “When was your first time with them?”
“With Daffodil, just last night.”
“And with Tulip?”
The boy shrugged.
“Since I’ve been here.”
Tulip flicked the whip so that it landed on Sequence’s shoulder. Sequence jumped and turned to her.
“You won’t tell him, Sequence.”
“What difference will it make to you? He’ll beat me for it.” He began untying the man. “You seem to enjoy making boys take the beatings you deserve. Why don’t you have a name?”
“Lower slaves don’t get a name.”
“Sequence, he’s a slave in my domain. He’s under my control!”
“So you get to abuse him?”
“Haven’t abused him.”
“Made him do something Master hasn’t told him to do. You can go, they ever beat you for something that’s their fault, you come find me. I’ll sort them out. Call yourself something, like Pine or something.”
The boy ran off before the girls could stop him.
“You shouldn’t undermine my authority, Sequence.”
“You shouldn’t authority that you don’t have. If you’re going to fuck him all night be lenient when it comes to his work!”
“He has to work and we can’t show favouritism.”
“Sure you can! Everyone knows that the one you fuck is your favourite.” Sequence grinned. “Master gave me to you thinking that you needed a confidence boost and all this time you’ve been fucking someone else?! He won’t be happy.”
****
The Master kissed Sequence’s shoulder gently as the boy slept. He got into the bed next to the small creature. Sequence turned towards him.
“You’re back, Master!” Sequence whispered, moving closer to him and kissing him on the lips.
“Miss me?”
Sequence nodded attempting to move on top of the Master.
“You horny, Master?”
“Where did you learn that word?” The Master laughed.
“Been reading.” Sequence smiled and began to nipple at the Master’s shoulder.
“Ah, you’re understanding more, I see. No, I’m not horny. You seem to be.”
Sequence smiled and slid off the Master, curling into his arms.
“Not really horny. How come Tulip is in charge of other slaves and I’m not?”
“I only have one sex slave, there’s no one for you to be in charge of. You went downstairs today then?”
“Didn’t know the house was so big or that you had so many slaves. Met some nice people.”
“Tulip show you around?”
“No, I stole one of her slaves.”
The Master laughed.
“Male or female?”
“Male. I thought he was my age but he’s older. he’s nice. Tulip was beating him.”
“Why?” The Master demanded, sitting up, suddenly angry. Sequence moved to sit between the Master’s legs.
“She said he was lazy. He said he was tired.”
“Why should he be tired? What’s he been doing?”
Sequence shrugged.
“If I was horny, what would I be allowed to do about it?”
“You’re not so it doesn’t matter. What had the boy being doing?”
“I don’t know, Master.” Sequence disappeared under the sheets and began to lick the Master’s balls.
“Is this how you lie to me?” The Master asked pulling Sequence back up. He smiled, amused at Sequence’s attempts to deceive him.
“I can lie, Master!”
“The act of lying involves acting normally not doing something to distract a person from the lie.” The Master kissed him. “What’s going on, Sequence? No more lying.”
“Tulip’s been fucking him and she let Daffodil fuck him last night.” Sequence said quietly.
“Before I let her fuck you?”
“Yeah. You’re going to bed me bad for this aren’t you?”
The Master pushed Sequence back under the covers.
“You may continue your lying down there.” He lay back as Sequence took the Master’s balls back into his mouth.
****
Tulip and Daffodil’s arms were tied to the same hoop in the ceiling but they were facing away from each other. Tulip’s left leg and Daffodil’s right leg were tied to each other and another hoop in the ceiling, meaning that they were standing on one leg with the other parallel to the floor. Both were gagged but this wasn’t preventing their moans from being heard. They each had in a vibrating anal plug, electrodes on their clits and nipples and a vibrator in their cunts. The anal plug and electrodes were controlled remotely by the Master who was watching from the video room.
“You’re hurting them, Master?” Sequence asked, turning from the video screen.
“Not like beating them. An overdose of pleasure.”
“Like when you fucked me with the extension?”
“Yeah, a bit like that.”
“I could be in charge of your garden.”
The Master looked up at him, leaving the controls alone for a moment.
“What?”
“I’m good with plants, Master. I went out there and theres just grass and neglected trees. I could make them good.”
“You’d like that?”
“Yes, Master. I could show you how pretty it was back home.”
“You don’t see in colour. John said it was white and brown.”
“I’m white and brown. Don’t you think I’m pretty?”
The Master laughed.
“Ok, you can have the gardens. How many slaves will you need?”
Sequence shrugged.
“Maybe five. Can I have Pine?”
“Who’s Pine?”
“The guy they fucked.”
“Pine?”
“He said he didn’t have a name, so I called him ‘Pine’. Is that ok?”
“Take whoever you want. Don’t fuck any of them!”
Sequence pouted.
“How do I get you to do that to me if I don’t fuck around?”
The Master laughed.
“Ask me.”
“Will you beat me later?”
“Depends how good you are today.”
Sequence giggled and skipped out of the room.
****
Four months later
****
The Master went out into the gardens, he was carrying two glasses of wine. He sat down on a garden chair and placed one of the glasses on the table. The garden was looking amazing. There were flowers all around the path, the trees had been pruned and there were fruit plants growing near the boarders. Sequence was certainly good with plants; they responded to him and grew well past season.
The Master didn’t send anyone to fetch Sequence. Somehow, Sequence had developed the ability to sense when the Master desired him. Sequence came around the corner, talking intently to Pine; they were looking through a magazine as they walked. They stopped under a tree then Sequence continued to the Master. Sequence was wearing a completely white outfit; white jeans, a white jacket and white pumps. He smiled at the Master and sat down on the edge of the chair.
“It’s looking good, Sequence.” The Master handed him the wine glass, watching as Sequence took a sip.
“Thanks, the fruit will be in season in a few months. That’ll be good. We’re thinking about planting more trees.”
“Pine seems to be a good worker.”
“Yeah, he enjoys it. That’s important.”
“Will he be ok to run the place when you’re not here?”
“Why won’t I be here?” Sequence asked unnerved.
“You need to go back to your planet, to mate.”
“You’re letting me go?” Sequence gasped. He stood up and moved to sit on the Master’s lap, kissing him. “When? Do I have time to instruct Pine?”
“You’ll have to hope he knows what he’s doing. We leave tonight.”
“Are you coming with me?”
“No. I’m sending Thyme with you. I’ll take you to the ship. I’m going to give you a radio; when you’re ready, just call Thyme and he’ll collect you. If you don’t want to return, just tell Thyme; he won’t force you. He’ll wait for you for three months.”
“You won’t force me to return?”
“I hope you will but if you decide not to, I think I’ve got my moneys worth.”
Sequence hugged him.
“If I don’t contact Thyme, have him collect me, just in case I can’t get to the radio.”
“Ok.”
“I’ll come back, Master.”
“You say that now, but things might change. I’ll understand.”
****
“Did he come back?” The Master asked, as Thyme opened the door to the space craft.
Thyme struggled.
“Something came back, claiming to be Sequence. But he’s bigger and with shorter hair. He didn’t even have hair when he came on board. He’s been sleeping since he returned.” Thyme began unloading the ship.
The Master went into the back room of the ship.
“Master!” Sequence sat up. His hair was only shoulder-length and his body was long and thin.
“My gosh! What happened to you?”
“Need planting, Master. Ask Pine.” Sequence’s eyes closed and he curled back into a ball, to sleep.
**
“He said we should plant him here, Master.” Pine said nervously. “Didn’t understand what he meant. Thought he was joking. Didn’t think he meant…is he dead? Will he become normal again?”
“You talk too much.” The Master said watching Basil dig a hole.
“Yeah, Sequence says that; said it taught him what the word ‘cute’ means. I can’t run the garden without him. I messed up with the pumpkins; I know I have. They seem small.”
“Shut up, Pine.”
“Yes, Master, sorry.” Pine wrung his hands together as Sequences feet were buried in the hole.
Sequence stopped being floppy and tensed up; his arms and hair spread out like branches. His hair started growing as a bright light flashed around him. The ground shook and then Sequence slumped down.
“My gosh! Everything has grown! Look! Gosh, its beautiful.” Pine spun around.
Sequence sat back attempting to pull him feet out of the ground. He smiled at the Master.
“You ok, Sequence?”
“Yes, Master. Mating was successful, see?” Sequence smiled, looking around the garden. “This is how we rejuvenated our planet. Mating causes things to grow.” Sequence looked at his feet. “I can’t get out.”
****
“What did your people say?” The Master asked as he helped Sequence out of the bath.
“They’re not my people anymore. They wanted me to stay and were disgusted by me wanting to leave; especially to slavery.”
“Why did you come back to slavery?”
“It was really hard to get someone to fuck me and then when I did they tried to kill me. And they couldn’t hear my thoughts properly. Don’t understand why.”
“Someone fucked you?”
Sequence shrugged.
“Not really, it was disappointing. I thought if they fucked me I might be able to stay. It is beautiful there; I wish I could take you there.” Sequence looked at the Master as he was towel dried. “Will you fuck me now? Beat me later.”
“Why would I beat you?”
“I fucked around. You beat slaves who fuck around.”
The Master pulled Sequence into the bedroom and onto the bed.
“Sequence did you fuck someone so I’d beat you?” The Master smiled, pinching Sequence’s nipple.
“I wasn’t going to come back, why would I try to get into trouble with you?” Sequence stared into the Master’s eyes for a few seconds before dipping his head to suck on the Master’s nipple.
“That was almost good lying!”
“I wasn’t lying. I can lie, if I wanted to I could!”
“Do you like Pine?”
“He’s awesome. And a great gardener as long as he keeps away from the fruit and vegetables.” Sequence smiled then removed the Master’s towel from his waist, dipping his head and licking the Master’s cock. “I’ve missed this.”
“So have I. How about you train Pine as a sex slave?”
Sequence looked up at the Master.
“Why?”
“He’s a nice boy, you like him.”
“But I’m your sex slave.”
“I can have more than one.”
“Don’t.”
The Master sat up, looking down at Sequence.
“Why not?”
“Because ‘I’m’ your sex slave. That’s ‘my’ job! Have you been fucking someone while I’ve been away?”
“That, Sequence, is none of your business. I can fuck whoever I want to. I own you, you don’t own me!”
Sequence lay on the bed, his fists clenched, obviously angry.
“You’re a community being. What’s your problem?”
Sequence kept his eyes closed. The Master watched him.
“This has really angered you hasn’t it?”
“I’m just a slave. I just do what you want. I don’t want you to have another sex slave but I’ll train Pine for you.”
“Talk to me, Sequence.”
“I thought I’d be yours, your only slave. I don’t want to share you but I will. I’m not going to argue with you. I won’t. I didn’t come back to fight with you again.”
“We haven’t fought for ages. You’ve been open with me and I’ve been understanding. So be open; why don’t you want to share me?”
“I thought I gave you everything you wanted. I don’t want you to replace me.”
“You do give me everything I want. You will not be replaced. Two sex slaves just means double the pleasure; more experiences.”
“And you want Pine?”
“Not particularly. He talks too much But I thought you liked him and I know you don’t enjoy it with girls.”
“Ok, not Pine then.”
“How about we go to the slave market and buy a new slave that we can train together?”
“Fuck me, Master.” Sequence flipped over, offering himself.
The Master lay on top of him, kissing Sequence’s shoulder.
“Want me to hurt you?” The Master asked, tilting Sequence’s head so that he could see the boy’s eyes.
“Please, Master.”
The Master spat into his hand then rubbed it over his cock before pushing it slowly into Sequence’s ass. Sequence grabbed the pillow tightly as the pain rippled through him.
“Like that?”
The boy nodded and clenched his ass muscles causing the Master to groan.
“Fucking, tight slut aren’t you?”
The boy pushed his hips back against the Master’s thrusts. He gasped when the Master pulled out of him and flipped him over, pushing his legs up to his shoulders. The Master thrust back into the boy’s ass.
“Talk to me, slut. Tell me how much you love this.”
“Love this, Master. Miss it so much, missed you; want to be yours forever. I want to stay special to you; want you to love me, as much as I love you. Want to make you feel good. Want to please you.”
The Master kissed him.
“Love the way you can talk without breathing. Love the way you please me.”
“I don’t need help to satisfy you.”
“Damn straight.” The Master thrust himself into Sequence one last time before climaxing. “I want to fuck you while someone else is fucking you.” He whispered, pulling Sequence into an embrace, covering Sequence’s hand with his own and stroking his cock together.
“What?” Sequence mumbled slightly.
“Two cocks in your ass.” The Master squeezed tightly on Sequence’s cock and brought him to orgasm.
“You want another slave who is superior to me?” Sequence whispered. “Master, I returned to be yours. I know I’m just your slave and I just do what you tell me or what will make you happy. I’ve totally committed to you; only you, Master. Not to Tulip, or Daffodil; just you. Everyone else is just competition for your attention.”
The Master kissed Sequence’s head.
“Love you, Sequence. You have all my attention. I want another slave so I can focus more attention on you.”
Sequence pulled away.
“I think I just want your attention, please, Master?”
“What if I let other owners join me?”
“Will I always be your favourite?”
“Yes. You are mine.”
“Forever?”
The Master lay on top of Sequence.
“In the morning, I’ll prove it. Sleep now.”
****
“Welcome back, Sequence.” Tulip grinned at him. Sequence was tied to a table. “So you come back, do some gardening, fuck the Master, and get tied up for another beating.”
Sequence turned his head away from her teasing.
“He’s not here for misbehaviour, Tulip.” The Master said. “He’s here for proof that he’s mine. I wish I could prevent you from seeing, Sequence; Any possible way?”
Sequence shook his head.
“Ah, well. This is going to hurt quite a lot, Sequence. Hold still. You ready, Tulip?”
“Yes, Master.” Tulip handed the Master a needle, grinning at Sequence.
****
“So, you’ve got a ring in each nipple, a ladder of five rods in your cock, a ring here.” Tulip pulled the ring in the slit in Sequence’s cock. “Your ears pierced and a ring through your nose. So how many piercings is that?”
“That is eleven, but you forgot one.”
“Ah, yeah, your cock-sucking piercing; your tongue.” Tulip laughed. The other slaves laughed with her. “So you believe he likes you now?”
Sequence stood up.
“I’m going to check on the garden. I’ll see you later.” He left.
“Why do you think he came back?” Daffodil asked.
“He didn’t have a good reception.” Thyme said.
“Really? What happened?”
“I dropped him down in the shuttle craft ’cause he wanted to land nearby his people but didn’t know where they were. It freaked him out, I could see it in him.”
“Why?”
“You know how he goes on about his connection with them? It seemed he lost it. He couldn’t find them. He didn’t even have a connection with them when he saw them. When I picked him up he was alone, surrounded by the old, dead, trees. He looked awful, almost starving, he ate all the leaves we took and all the leaves from the plant. He was covered in bruises.”
“My gosh, they must have abandoned him!”
“Or tried to kill him.”
“So he had to come back.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” The Master asked from the doorway.
The slaves stood up quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Thyme?” The Master stepped forward.
“I’m sorry, Master. I thought he’d tell you. You’ve been with him since his planting.”
“He’s far too proud. He told me they couldn’t hear his thoughts, that they weren’t happy with his choice to come back. He didn’t say he wasn’t with hem or tell me of his bad condition.” The Master ran his hand over his face. “No wonder he was so insecure last night. You should have told me. I thought he was being defiant.”
“You wouldn’t have pierced him, Master? If you knew?”
“Of course I wouldn’t have. Piercing isn’t for insecure slaves. It’s for disobedient slaves. Where is he?”
“He said he was going to the garden.”
****
“Pine! Where’s Sequence?” The Master shouted.
“In his hole, Master. He said he needed to think. Didn’t need burying though, he just stood in his hole; didn’t even take his clothes off, they’re still on him, on the tree. He seems ok though, checked over the garden.” Pine followed the Master around the garden.
“Shut up, Pine.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” Pine continued to follow the Master.
The Master went over to Sequence. As Pine had described, Sequence was still wearing his clothes even though he looked like a six-foot tree in white with a blindfold.
“Sequence, we need to talk.” The Master blinked and Sequence stood before him, running his fingers through his hair.
“Master?”
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking, Master; checking weather reports and soil moisture.”
“Soil moisture?”
“Mainly for the grass. There a difference, in the growth rates and I was just checking that it wasn’t a soil moisture issue because that’s easier to cure but it’s not so it’s probably…”
“Shut up! My gosh, you’re talking like Pine.”
“Sorry, Master. What was it you wanted?”
“I wanted to talk to you about why you came back?”
“Told you, Master.”
“Thyme has told me something different.”
“Thyme wasn’t there.” Sequence picked up a fork and walked to the middle of the grass.
“Sequence, why are you walking away from me?”
“I want to check the mineral concentration, Master. I need a sample and a control sample.”
“What happened, Sequence?”
“They don’t like me; I’ve changed too much. I’ve lost my connection with them; and formed one with you. I’ve become a traitor to them.” Sequence collected a small amount of soil. “I don’t belong there anymore and I don’t think I could stay there anymore.”
“I won’t disown you.”
“I have twelve piercings to prove it.” Sequence smiled and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the Master. “Do you want to analyse these with me?”
“Not especially. Take Pine. Never talk about gardening with me again.”
“Yes, Master.” Sequence said smiling.
****
“Daniel, why is that pretty little slave of yours removing the decorations from that tree?” The Queen asked. She and the King were holding a harvest festival garden party. It was the first one Daniel had been invited to for a long time.
The Master turned to see Sequence sitting in one of the branches of a tree, removing the lanterns.
“He’s releasing her from her bondage.” The Master said walking towards the tree. His mother followed confused. “Sequence, get down.”
“But Master, She’s tied up!”
“Is she your slave?”
“No, Master, but…”
“Is she your slave, Sequence?”
Sequence slid down from tree.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry, Lady. She is your slave to display as you wish.”
“Good boy, Sequence.”
“What are you talking about? It’s a tree.”
“Trees are the female of Sequence’s people.”
“Ah, he has an affinity with trees, sweet boy. Help yourself to food.” The Queen wandered back to talk to other guests.
“Slaves stay in the slave room, little brother.” A voice said from behind them.
“Evening, Peter.” The Master turned. “Nice to see you. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah, a real return of the prodigal son isn’t it? You’ve decided being a prince is quite useful now you have a dangerous slave? This him? I heard that you sent him away.”
“Only for a couple of months. He’s not dangerous, just misunderstood.”
“So you went for a male sex slave? Interesting, I thought boys didn’t turn you on. I’ll take him to the slave room for you.” Peter took hold of Sequence’s hand.
Sequence stood still until the Master nodded for him to leave.
“What’s your name, dangerous slave?” Peter asked as the boy followed him.
“Sequence, Sir.”
“An odd name?”
“It is a rough translation of my name, Sir. Master wanted to name me after a plant but it wasn’t successful as I am a plant based life-form and it was weird.”
“You talk a lot.”
“Sorry, Sir. It’s the fresh air.”
“Fabian!” Peter called when they got to the slave room. A tall, muscled man stood up; his skin was a darker brown than Sequence’s, his hair was black and long with a fine covering of hair covering his entire body.
“Master.” He said in a low voice.
“This is Sequence, my brother’s slave. Look after him for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Peter left the room. There were about twenty slaves in the room, they watched Sequence, appreciating his beauty. Sequence went over to a table of food, he picked up four grapes and two strawberries; he turned and found Fabian right behind him.
“Why are you following me?” Sequence asked taking a bite of a grape.
“You on a restricted diet?”
“No, I can eat what I want.” Sequence walked around Fabian and sat on a bed.
“You’re not allowed on the bed.” A female slave said.
“Who said?”
“Slaves aren’t allowed on beds.”
Sequence grinned.
“I spent a lot of my time on beds.” He raised an eyebrow, some of the other slaves giggled. Fabian sat on the floor next to the bed. “Come, sit next to me. They’ll be outside for hours. Even if they catch us, whats the worst that’ll happen?”
“They’ll beat us.”
“So? They beat us anyway. I hardly ever get beaten as a punishment but I get beaten every other day. Live a little.”
“Your Master beats you for pleasure?”
“Sometimes, sometimes I ask for it.” Sequence popped a strawberry in his mouth. “What are you eating?”
“Peanuts. You ask to be beaten?”
“Can I try one?” He held out his hand. “Master hates it when I misbehave in order to force punishments. These are nice; may I have some more?”
“My Master would never beat me if I asked for it. I bit him the other day, you know, down there, and he didn’t beat me; just put me in a cage.”
“I hate being caged.”
“I find it boring, not really a punishment.”
“My Mistress uses ginger.” A male slave said; the other slaves winced.
“What’s ginger for?” Sequence asked.
The male slave grinned and moved to sit on the bed next to Sequence.
“They get root ginger and either stick it in your ass or the slit in your cock and it burns; no permanent damage though.”
“Chilli flakes are worse. They hurt more with moisture.”
“You ever been beaten with nettles?”
“Oh my gosh, no! That must be horrible.”
“I had to work through nettles once.”
“Those things are bad but I don’t think you can get worse than a horsewhip.”
“I got fucked by a horse once.”
“Why?”
“Unusual punishment.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Not as much as I was thinking.”
They laughed again.
“I heard ’bout this slave, a girl, her mistress was flogged and banned from owning. The girl was starved until she was a size zero and then only allowed to eat her mistress’ waste.”
The slaves thought about it in silence.
“Makes you really angry.”
“Yeah, makes you sick. That girl die?”
“No, she’s in rehab, I think.”
“Poor girl. She’ll be messed up for years.” Fabian moved to sit on the bed. Sequence smiled at him as he went to get more food. “We heard you were dangerous, Sequence. Heard you had special powers or something.”
“No. I’m just a moving plant. As long as I wear this blindfold or sunglasses, I’m fine.” Sequence went over to a plant in the corner of the room. He touched it, smiling as it started to bloom.
“Wow. Interesting ability. How do you do that?”
“I give it some of my energy.” Sequence went back to the table and helped himself to some lettuce and cucumber.
“Can you do that to any plant?”
“No, just small ones. As I get older I’ll be able to work with bigger plants; maybe even trees.” He sat back down on the bed. “What do we do while they’re partying?”
“We talk.”
“We should play a game; like truth or dare.” A red haired slave said from the corner of the room.
“No, we should play ‘I’ve never..’ Like I say ‘I’ve never had anal sex’ and if you have, you have to do a forfeit.”
“What sort of forfeit?”
“Eating a space invader, those things are horrible.”
“Eating a spoonful of marmite.”
They giggled.
“We don’t have enough marmite!”
“We can do something different each round. It will be fun!”
****
“What the fuck is going on here?” Peter shouted as he wandered into the room to find food all over the room, seven slaves asleep on the bed, some sleeping on the floor and about five throwing up in the bathroom. Fabian sat up, blearily, then scrambled to get off the bed to stand; suddenly, he covered his mouth with his hand and ran to the bathroom. A couple of other owners came in the room as the other slaves began to wake up.
“Whats going on?”
“It seems, they’re sick.”
“Over-eating seems a more likely reason.” One of the mistresses knelt down and picked something up. “Chocolate-covered, cheese-roll. Well, that would make anyone sick. Annie, where are you?” There was a muffled called from the bathroom.
“Dear Lord! This is why we don’t leave them alone!”
“Where’s Sequence?” Daniel asked, looking around.
“There’s white hair visible on the other side of the bed.” A man pointed as the owners started collecting the slaves.
Daniel went over and shook Sequence awake.
“You ok?”
Sequence frowned then nodded.
“I stopped playing at mustard-covered strawberries, Master, but I don’t think it was soon enough.”
“You gonna be sick?”
“Finished now, Master.”
“This was a game?” Peter asked as Daniel picked Sequence up. “Slaves are acting like flipping kids! Next party, you can stay on a lead and eat what I give you.” He said to Fabian. “Are you doing to be sick on the way home? I’ve a good mind to make you walk.”
“Sorry, Master.” Fabian dropped his eyes, smiling slightly.
“Next party, I’m hanging out with the slaves. I think they’ve had the most fun.” Daniel laughed. “Mustard-covered strawberries; sounds like a new punishment to me.”
****
“How are you feeling?” Daffodil asked as Sequence turned to her as she sat on her bed in the slave room.
“Awful.” Sequence confided.
“You’re not the only one. Master has had loads of calls from other owners. Some have become really ill; dehydrated and such. You seem to have got off lightly. How many rounds did you play?”
“About ten. Never had sex with a woman; never had sex with a man; never had sex with two women; never had an enema; never been whipped; never been pierced; never been displayed; never worn women’s clothes; never left the house naked. There was another I think, oh, never been blindfolded, actually, I did never been starved as well.”
“You’ve done all of those.” Thyme said, confused by the rules of the game.
“Yeah, so I had to have a forfeit.”
“Mustard-covered strawberries! What haven’t you done?”
“Haven’t had sex with two men; or outside; or sex with food; or punishments with ginger or chilli or sex with an animal or punished outside.”
“How many of these things did you do?”
“There were about twenty-five before everyone got too sick to play.”
“And you did, what? Eleven? How many slaves got to twenty-five?”
“Only five. They were throwing up for ages.” Sequence sat up and ran to the bathroom.
“Sounds like a stupid game.” Basil said.
“He ok?” The Master asked, coming in, the slaves stood up.
“He’s being sick. Again.”
“Is he drinking?”
“Yes. I think that’s what he’s throwing up now.”
“My brother’s slave has had to have an IV.”
“He did most of them. I think he won.” Sequence said.
“I bet he’s real pleased about winning. I’ve got a good mind to do all the things you really hadn’t done so that next time you won’t want to play! It was a great party that’s become about sick slaves.”
“I didn’t suggest it or any of the food. And I said we could only do one round of marmite spoons!”
“What are marmite spoons?”
“A spoon of marmite.”
“Did you eat a spoon of marmite?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Idiot, Sequence.” Tulip giggled. “It was a stupid game.”
“It was. I won’t play again. I guess it made me grateful that I haven’t done much. I got to miss the round of chocolate -covered, cheese-rolls. That round got rid of three people.”
“What was that round about?”
Sequence broke eye contact, blushing slightly as he shrugged. Tulip giggled.
“What haven’t you done that’s more embarrassing than what you have done?” Thyme asked.
The Master grinned.
“Ah, leave the little thing alone. Last night he ate more than he’s eaten in a lifetime and now he’s sick. Come on, Sequence.”
Sequence kept his head low as he followed the Master out of the room.
“Master’s going to make him tell.” Basil said slowly.
“Yeah, no fair.” Daffodil moaned.
****
“If I make you swallow, are you going to throw up again?” The Master asked, momentarily pulling Sequence’s head up to look at him.
“Probably.” Sequence said, gently licking the cock in his mouth. “But I’m probably going to throw up anyway.”
“Idiot.” The Master let Sequence go back to sucking his cock for a few more strokes before grabbing Sequence’s hair again and stopping the boy’s movements as he shot his load into the boy’s mouth.
“You ok?” The Master asked as Sequence returned from the bathroom. The boy nodded. “You look pale, little one.”
“I’m sorry I let you down, Master. I shouldn’t have got involved with a such a stupid game.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. Did you play on their desires, Sequences?”
“Only the one where they wanted to sit on the bed. I didn’t start the game.”
“And what is the embarrassing thing you haven’t done?”
“Been sucked off by anyone. They laughed at that.”
“And most of them had?”
“Yeah, although it made me sick, it was a really good night. We had lots of fun; it was nice being around other sex slaves.”
“Learn lots?”
Sequence smiled at the Master and kissed him.
“Learnt I had an awesome Master, even compared to the good ones. And that it’s not necessarily humiliating to be dressed up or displayed; that its ok that people look at us.”
“You want to meet up with them again?”
“Yeah, that would be awesome. Your brother’s slave is really cool.”
“Yeah.” The Master closed his eyes.
“Turns into a bear like I turn into a tree.”
“Mmm.”
“Master. He’s never had anal sex.”
“What?” The Master looked at him. “What do you mean? He’s my brother’s sex slave; has been for years, he’s not a virgin.”
“He’s never been fucked, Master, he fucks.”
“He fucks my brother?”
“That’s what he said, Master. Confused me ’cause I thought sex was a form of control but Fabian is controlled although he’s the dominant one in sex.”
“That’s a shock. Why aren’t you sleepy?”
“Not sure, Master. Shall I be quiet now?”
“Yeah, go find something to read if you want.”
****
“What is this place?” Sequence asked, staring down from the balcony. Down below was a rectangular cage with doors at each end and a section of hot coals in the middle. A massive male slave stood at one end, clad in metal armour.
“Slave battles. For army slaves mainly; a way of training them. Sometimes real fights are held, when two owners have a dispute.” Fabian replied. “He’s the undefeated champion; belongs to the King so its ok.”
“How does it work?”
“The loser is the slave who ends up lying down on the coals for a count of three; hurts but doesn’t kill you.”
“You been in there?”
“Yeah, but not against him. Us, sex slaves rarely fight and not often against warriors like him.”
“So, whats he doing?”
“Waiting for challenges. He’ll wait an hour then the real fights will begin. Whats your Master talking to my Master about?”
“You fucking him.” Sequence whispered.
“You told him?”
“Wasn’t I meant to?”
“My Master won’t like it.”
“Will he beat you?”
Fabian shrugged.
“He’s not unbeatable.” Sequence said.
“Who? The Master?”
“No, the warrior. He’s not unbeatable. He’s stupid. A smart competitor could beat him.”
“Don’t talk so loud. Someone will make you prove that!”
Sequence tilted his head and looked down at the warrior.
“I could take him.”
“Could you?” The Master asked coming up behind him with his brother.
“Yes, Master.”
“Want to try?”
“Would you let me?”
“Promise not to get injured?”
“Promise. I’ll defeat him or surrender.”
“There isn’t a surrender option against the warrior.” Fabian said.
“I’ll be able to fake a surrender.”
****
The warrior watched as a small child walked through the other door. The boy seemed to be wearing a blindfold and was wearing a completely white outfit with heeled sandals.
“You’re not a warrior!” He shouted as the bell rand. “This a punishment?”
Sequence grinned at him, then projected an image of himself running towards the warrior. The warrior gasped as he saw Sequence run onto the coal and do a cartwheel followed by a handstand followed by a short dance.
The people watching saw Sequence standing at one end and the warrior staring into the middle.
The image of Sequence that the warrior was watching, flickered and turned into a pretty girl with long blonde hair.
“Who are you?” The warrior asked.
“Your worst nightmare.” The girl image said walking up to the warrior. “Come mate with me.” The girl beckoned to him without touching him. The warrior followed the image of Sequence onto the coal, he winced as he began walking on the hot surface.
“Not too hot, baby. Just hot enough to feel good.” The girl-image encouraged him then she lay down and spread her legs. “See, this isn’t a battle anymore, come down here, mate with me.”
The crowd watched bemused as the warriors knelt down on the coal. They watched as Sequence ran across the court and jumped on the warriors back, knocking the warrior on to the coal. The bell rang as Sequence jumped off the warrior and ran back to his door to be let out. The Master, Peter, Fabian and the King stood at the door.
“Well done, little Sequence.” The King laughed stroking Sequence’s hair. “What desire did you use to make him give up like that?”
Sequence smiled as he watched the warrior limping out of the cage.
“A carnal one, Sir.”
“An impressive display of physic ability.” The King said to Daniel. “It may be useful for you to bring him to meet with the Alliance delegates. I’m arranging a meeting at the palace next month. In fact, why don’t you stay over until they arrive?”
“He won’t be any use.” Peter said. “They’ll see he’s a slave and leave. You just want the palace gardens done.”
Sequence smiled at the King and then the Master.
“Can I do another garden, Master?” he asked
The Master smiled.
“Depends how good you are doesn’t it?”