MARK'S WORST NIGHTMARE
Part 6
Hugh heard Mark use the bathroom so he wandered through to his bedroom and waited on the bed for him to finish his shower. Re-entering the bedroom Mark saw Hugh sat on the bed smiling.
"Hello super slave, how do you feel?"
"I'm not sure Hugh. I don't want to be gay, but in the shower I've tried to analyse my feelings. It's all very difficult because the start was brutal and now I'm doing it because I really have no choice. The individual acts make it more difficult. Of course I like being blown, all guys like that. I don't mind giving a blowjob either and swallowing cum isn't a problem. The big one is fucking. I hated it at the training session, it was so humiliating and painful, but with you here, it was incredible. I wanted you to do it again after you pulled out. I think I still do and that is very gay."
"Just go with the flow for now Baby, I'm sure you'll get more settled after you've done the two other things. I want you to fuck me and rim me. I'll rim you first so that you can feel what I do. We don't have to do it now, let's go and have a swim and something to eat. We can continue training later." Mark liked the Speedos, Hugh gave him to wear, they were the latest design and being pure white showed off his body and genitals really well.
"I would like to put you in those when you are a lifeguard, but I would probably never see you, the guests would all want to eat you. What I'm going to do is have Day-Glo orange shorts made for you to wear over your Speedos and a Day-Glo strap running from one shoulder down to the opposite hip, fastened back and front to the top of your shorts. The difference will put guests off the scent that you are a slave, I hope."
Mark loved being back in the water, he swam lengths for ages, mostly just watched by Hugh, but joined by him occasionally.
`I am going to have to get fit again or Mark will hate me if I become a slob,' he thought as he watched. A guest approached Mark as he got out of the water and said something to him. He went as white as a sheet and went to slave display without hesitation. Hugh jumped up and reached the pair just as the guest started fondling Mark.
"I'm sorry Sir, this slave isn't trained yet, I can't let you have him for pleasuring."
"Hell I don't want to pleasure him, I just want him to suck me and then get a cock up his ass."
"As I said Sir, he's not trained to take cock yet and he is, as you can see a valuable piece of merchandise."
"Well, I'm here for a month so I want to know when he's trained, he's a seriously cute piece of ass."
Mark blushed like crazy but thanked his maker that Hugh was his champion.
"I'll make a note to inform you Sir."
"Ok kid and who are you?"
"I'm the slave manager, Sir."
"Bit young aren't you?"
"Thank you, Sir, probably. 50, get yourself towelled off and dress."
"Feel free to take another slave Sir, just let reception know."
With that Hugh turned and left. When they were clear of the public areas Hugh creased up with laughter, looked at Mark and said, "I don't want to pleasure you, I just want to fuck your cute butt." They were both giggling as they sat in the staff cafeteria for a meal.
"We mustn't do this very often Mark, it's not fair to the other slaves to see you eating in here."
Mark could see the reasoning, he was also a slave and his arm band and SIN couldn't hide that fact. Back in Mark's suite Mark wanted to get the next bit finished with. He knew Mark would dislike rimming to start with and might never like it.
"Quick shower Mark, then I'll rim you, and you can do me. After that I'll let you make love to me and fuck me with your monster."
Hugh was in his element. Rimming Mark's cute butt was fantastic. Anything he did with Mark was wonderful but the sexual things were beyond that and Mark's ass was as cute as they come. The slim hips and small waist just emphasised the neat rounded cheeks. Having been fucked a few times the anus wasn't as tight as it had been so Hugh could actually wriggle his tongue in a little way. Mark loved it, which made it even more pleasant for Hugh.
"You could feel what I did to you Baby, now try the same thing on me."
Hugh could feel that Mark wasn't enjoying it almost from the start. The enthusiasm was definitely missing.
"I'm sorry Lover, that's unsatisfactory. I am sure a guest would have you paddled for lack of effort"
Hugh turned round and pulled Mark in to a cuddle.
"Please Baby, try harder. Remember, I'm as clean as can be but you may have to do it with a guest who is less fastidious, but you still have to go at it as though it's the best thing you've ever done. Have another try. Then you can start opening me up to take your monster."
Mark was a little better the second time, and Hugh didn't drag it out.
"I will let you take me doggy fashion to start with Mark. Open me up like I did to you and then lube us both and enter me."
Mark followed the same routine as Hugh had with him and realised he wanted to do this very much. His cock was rock hard. When he entered, Hugh gasped.
"My God, Lover, that feels like iron."
Mark sniggered, "Mmm, it does doesn't it. You have a very sexy ass, I'm going in some more."
Hugh loved it as Mark set up a rhythm. The slow in an out with a slight change of position each time drove him wild.
"Oh Baby, what are you doing, I'm cumming, I'm cumming."
Hugh almost screamed it as he shot jet after jet onto the bed. The flexing of his gluts brought Mark to the peak as well and before Hugh had finished he started.
"Oh jeez, I can feel each jet of your love juice."
Mark remained inside Hugh until he was partially soft and then the two boys rolled together into a cuddle.
"That was stupendous. You have to be gay Lover. You give the best head in this course, and probably the whole slave gang, and now you fuck like you've been doing it for years. What gave you the idea of moving and changing your positions every entry?"
Mark shrugged, "I don't know, it just seemed the natural thing to do."
That comment earned him a very passionate kiss, which he found himself responding to.
"I shouldn't like that Hugh, that is so gay."
Hugh nearly fell out of bed laughing.
"Mmm, isn't it? I don't think we need worry about your sexuality anymore. Once we have you sorted on rimming, I think you'll be ok for the guest list. We'll do a little every day, but for now I'm sending you back to Jay to learn the rest of your stuff for the guests. I'll have you brought back here every night though, I don't want you sleeping and eating in the slave quarters."
Mark's worries were slowly slipping away. He knew Hugh could still make his life hell, and that he had that evil streak, but his contrition and love were obviously genuine. Hell, they had loved each other forever, it was just that this was a different kind of love. Much closer and more intimate.
The dislike of rimming never left Mark, but he did improve enough for Hugh to think he would get away with it. Training completed and Hugh made Mark the permanent pool lifeguard. That meant that during daylight hours he was safe from guests.
The first guest to take him was the man that had tried at the pool. He booked Mark for two hours after dinner one night.
Hugh took him in hand and made sure he was thoroughly cleaned inside and out. He used Vaseline on Mark's anus, lightly.
"Just in case he doesn't use lube when he fucks you, and the Vaseline shouldn't put him off if he decides to rim you."
Hugh made him clean his teeth and mouthwash with a slight peppermint flavour.
"If he's into kissing he will know if you hold back, so whatever he does, make sure you are enthusiastic. It's only a couple of hours my love and I'll be here for you when it's over."
Hugh watched as he walked from the apartment in his little slave shorts, it made his ass look so cute. `I want to bury my cock in that now, never mind letting a guest have him', was his thought.
For nearly two hours, Hugh sat worrying about Mark. He loved him so much, he wished his dad would let him keep him out of the guests clutches.
When Mark came back, he looked white and drawn. He didn't say anything, he just took his shorts off and headed straight for the shower. Hugh quickly undressed and followed him, got in with him, took him in his arms and stroked his body.
"How are you feeling Baby."
The tears glistened in Mark's eyes as he looked at Hugh.
"He made me feel dirty."
Hugh kissed him and then pampered him. He wasn't sure how far to penetrate him in the cleaning process so he tried to do it while watching Mark's eyes. One finger all the way with a soothing gel was good enough and didn't get an adverse reaction. He rinsed his lover off and dried him with a large fluffy towel. Hugh tucked him into bed and sat on the edge just looking at the boy he was bleeding for. He didn't look as though the guest had abused him, but whatever he had done was quite traumatic for Mark. He stroked his face and arms as he spoke to him.
"Do you want to talk about it Lover?"
Mark shook his head.
"Can I get you anything?"
Again a shake of the head.
Hugh made a decision. Mark was going to have a mug of hot chocolate and he would put a sleeping draft in it. The boy slept then curled up in Hugh's arms. Hugh knew something was terribly wrong and slept badly, eventually crying himself to sleep worrying about his soul mate.
Both boys over slept making Mark late to the pool. Hugh calmed the slave supervisor down, taking the blame for detaining 50.
Hugh knew he had to do something, but what he did got him in so much trouble when his father found out. He created a false account and had Mark booked in to it every day so that when a guest asked for Mark reception said he was already booked. He could only book so far ahead so very occasionally Mark did do a stint with a guest. Hugh monitored him but there was no repeat of the first time. He never talked about his experience and Mark never pushed it. Their own lovemaking was always gentle and they swopped being top frequently. Hugh realised he loved Mark to fuck him, the orgasms he had were much better even than when he fucked Mark.
"I never thought I would be a happy bottom Baby, but you fuck like no other person in the world I'm sure. If the guests knew how good you were at that you would never have to take cock, you'd always give it."
Mark loved the flattery and the light usage by guests was tolerable. He wondered what it would be like if he didn't have Hugh to protect him from an every day session, or maybe several times a day like some of the other slaves. He knew that 47 was used extensively because he had such a gorgeous body. He also noted how quickly he lost the lustre of a new boy. Hugh sent him out to the farm for rest periods more frequently than any other slave.
After a few months Hugh at last got the low down on Mark's first experience with a guest.
"He used me like an object Hugh. The moment I stepped into his room he made me take my shorts off and display, then he mauled me, all over my body, he just pinched and kneaded my skin. He pulled my cock and balls, not to make them respond though, just to check the flexibility. It was the same with my ass. He just grabbed it and mauled it. Eventually he made me blow him and then he fucked me doggy fashion. He wiped his cock all round my face when he had finished before doing it all again. I didn't have to rim or suck him to orgasm, and he never got me an erection. I just felt dirty when he finished, he slapped my ass as I left and told me I wasn't very exciting."
Hugh wanted to weep. How could anyone treat his gentle lover like that?
The false guest didn't take long to come to light, Hugh should have known that, he knew the book keeping system as well as anyone. His dad was not someone to cheat or deceive and Hugh found out to his cost. He was summoned to his father's office with Mark.
"I don't want any bullshit, I can see the bookings for 50, with phantom guests. All I want you to do is confirm it was you."
Hugh nodded. "I'm sorry Dad. I love Mark so much, I've tried to keep him away from guests."
"Very well, if a slave pulled a trick of this proportion, what do you think I would do to him?"
"You'd whip him Dad, probably making him useless for anything other than the worst job in the hotel, or you'd send him to a labour camp."
"And if it was a free man?"
"The courts, and he'd probably be sentenced to slavery for life."
"I agree, so I'll give you a choice. I can prosecute you as a free man, or I can punish you as a slave."
Both boys gasped with the shock of the decision. Hugh was stunned, he couldn't believe that his own father would send him into slavery for life, or that he would destroy his body with the whip. The steel that had always been hidden behind the cheeky grin now showed.
"I love Mark more than my life Dad, so I'm not sorry for what I did. If you've stopped loving me enough to see me become a slave, or keep me here with a broken body then it doesn't matter to me very much which choice I make, so I'll leave it to you."
"Slavery for life doesn't worry you?"
"Yes Dad, it worries me, a broken body worries me as well. I don't think one carries much more weight than the other."
"Very well. 50, go and find the slave overseer, the two of you join me in the punishment room. Hugh, you come with me."
50 was almost catatonic with terror as he left. Was his lover going to be mutilated with the whip? He would die if that happened, Hugh was his saviour, he was sure five years of unbridled sex would have been intolerable, but now it looked as though the rest of his slave time would be like that. He couldn't see Hugh being any use after a whipping. What would his father do with him when he had a broken body. In the slave room Mark was almost wetting himself he was so terrified. The slave overseer had a reputation for putting slaves in bed for days even after a paddling, what could he achieve with the whip?
"Anders, I want this creature prepared for a whipping."
"Are you sure Jack, this is your son."
"I'm aware of that, do you think I'm blind?"
Nothing more was said as Anders stripped Hugh, moved him under the chain lift and shackled his wrists to it. He put his ankles into restraint on a spreader bar and then hauled on the chain until Hugh was stretched tight.
"Anders, give 50 the whip."
Mark took it in his hand and looked at it as though it was a deadly snake.
"Your lover cheated me to benefit you 50, now you can save me the effort of punishing him. Give him 50 strokes of the whip."
Mark shook his head, "I can't."
"Do it or you'll get 50 after we've finished with my son."
"I can't." With that Mark dropped the whip. The tears were there but he didn't let them fall.
Hugh's father knew now beyond doubt that his son had found his life's partner. They had been together since the age of five, now they were lovers and the bond was doubly tight.
"Very well Anders. Give my son twenty with the paddle."
Hugh screamed from first to last and Mark cried.
"If you ever do anything this deceitful again I will use the whip or the court. 50, take him back to his apartment and look after him. You're excused slave duties until he is fit to resume his duties. I want you both in to see me when that happens. Do you understand?"
Mark nodded and through his tears he replied, "Yes, Sir, yes."
He looked up then into eyes swimming with sorrow.
Mark moved into over drive gentle and considerate. He had Hugh in bed with a good amount of an anaesthetic and soothing cream on his butt. He did a Hugh on Hugh, hot chocolate with a sleeping draft added. He could tell from the bruising that Anders had used maximum force with the paddle. Hugh would probably be unable to walk for several days. His next thought was toilet requirements. He sent for a bedpan so that Hugh could pee without getting out of bed. A number 2 would require Mark to help him to the toilet to do that properly so he made sure he could pad the seat effectively to make it comfortable. That first night he slept in an armchair pulled up close to the bed. That was where Jack found him early the next morning. Both boys were still asleep when he walked in. He removed the sheet from Hugh to see the damage. He winced, Anders really had done a job on his son's ass. He eased the sheet back over his boy just as Mark stirred. He opened his eyes and they immediately filled with terror.
"Come here boy." Innocent enough words, but Mark was shaking so badly he could hardly move. When he was stood in front of Jack he almost fell over with shock when he was taken into a hug.
"I love both of you boys Mark, but I can't take you out of the slave roster, and I can't allow my son to compromise my standards. I will rotate you to the farm every time we start training a new batch of slaves so that you and Hugh can be together. Now look after him, and both of you need to start using the gym, neither of you look as good as you did at school."
He smiled then and Mark tried very hard to return it, but he was so tense with worry over his mate. A pat on the bottom and Jack left. The time then until Hugh woke was for thought about the future. I will have an easy life a lot of the time', he thought, because Jack bought batches of salves frequently to keep the stock fresh. Then when we are here I will still be the lifeguard so it will only be one guest per day maximum, probably, either for a session or an all night. I must accept that and always look ok when I return from those sessions however terrible they may be.
The reality was that being in the lifeguard shorts didn't display him like the other slaves so he was only used occasionally.
With loads of tender loving care Hugh came back to life after his ordeal. He started doing his admin in bed after only a few days. Mark would be his runner between the bedroom and his office. The second night after the beating Hugh made him sleep in the bed and he spooned Mark.
"I love to feel your body next to mine. Much better than a sleeping draft."
Mark looked into the eyes that he knew so well and saw the twinkle.
"I love you, I'll never neglect my duties to cause you pain again."
Jack allowed the boys more time than was strictly necessary for Hugh to be well again. After five days he made them hit the gym for a hard session on a daily basis. Mark always wore sweats so that his arm band and SIN were covered, allowing the gym work to be carried out uninterrupted by guests. Back to work and everything was fine. Hugh went to see his Dad. Apologised and swore he would never do anything that stupid again.
"I love you Son, and I love your mate. We'll get you both through this but Mark has to realise he is a slave because he did something bad. When his slave time is complete we'll send him to university or employ him here."
"Thanks Dad, we'll both make you proud of us."
"You'd better, I'm only doing all of this for you."
Mark had no more nasty experiences. He didn't like the sex with guests but generally he performed well. He received a few paddling's from Anders, but they were all for minor complaints so he only got five. They bloody hurt, but they weren't traumatising.
Well into Marks second year as a slave, life had settled down. He had appointments with a guest two or three times a week. One would probably be an all night event, but most guests wanted a night or session of loving, not kinky or nasty. He had to rim a few and he accepted it, that was usually what he got paddled for, not being enthusiastic enough. His reputation for giving first class head and fucking superbly got him lots of those types of sessions, and they were easy and generally quite enjoyable. He loved to fuck, particularly Hugh, but his happiest sex was when Hugh made love to him. He was a consummate lover taking him off to Paradise every time. When he was at slave training was the best of all. He helped Hugh in the office and wore a long sleeved polo so that the new slaves didn't know he was one. He watched slave training and even got involved with counselling ones who struggled to accept their new role.
It came as a bit of a shock to him when Hugh came into the apartment one day from a talk to with his father. He was looking quite distraught
"What's wrong Hugh?"
"We've got an orgy to go to tonight."