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Ronan was on a scouting mission. The sixteen year old boy walked the streets of the City of Srenan, searching for boys who looked hungry and homeless. Most people went straight to the slums looking for mothers who would exchange a child for some coin. Others simply bought them from a slaver in the Market District. Ronan's master, Lord Holden, preferred to send him on trips to find them where they washed up after getting off the boats. Refugee boys were usually lost, confused, and desperate and Ronan had a knack for finding the right ones. Even so, Lord Holden had given him a tall order: Ronan needed to find replacements for four boys, and with the new wing of the mansion complete, Lord Holden had space for another four boys. Eight, Ronan needed to find and recruit eight boys, and so far, he had found one: a fifteen year brown-haired human boy who had been kicked off his ship for sleeping on the job.
The boy, Silas, had offered Ronan a blow job for a few coppers the day before. Ronan had accepted the offer, and after deciding that the boy had probably sucked off a few shipmates and had some talent, offered him a job. He promised the boy a warm bed, his own room, and a few high paying customers. Silas had agreed at once, swayed by the promises that Ronan had made. Silas spent that night with Lord Holden's cock in his mouth, learning how to improve his technique until his jaw was sore.
As Ronan turned the corner, he saw a young boy looking lost and confused. Ronan walked closer to him and pretended to look at some fish at a stall. The boy looked young, perhaps eleven or so. He wore old, worn out breeches that hung off his hips and gave Ronan a clear view of how slim his waist was. He wore no shirt, and Ronan could see the smoothness of his his skin. When he turned to look at a ship, Ronan saw his ears and smiled. A half elf.
Perfect. He was towards the lower end of the range Lord Holden had asked for, he was exactly Lord Holden's type, he would retain his youthful looks far longer, and Lord Holden could charge far more for a half elf. Ronan began to form a plan, determined to bring that boy home with him. He watched the boy from afar for over an hour, deciding that the boy was hungry judging by the way he stared at the food vendors. He decided that the boy had no money, based on the fact that his breeches seemed to have no pockets. He was also scared, or at least timid, since he wasn't begging for money, hadn't tried to pick anyone's pocket, and hovered around the same street, pausing whenever he reach the end had looking out at the rest of the city, as if he was too scared to move beyond what he already knew.
Ronan watched him for another hour, smiling as he watched the boy work up the courage to beg a passerby for something, then backing down at the last moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Ronan spotted one of his street boys. He motioned for him to come closer. The boy ran over to him.
"Hey, Red. What can you tell me about the half elf?" Ronan asked, throwing him a silver piece. Red looked over and shrugged.
"He's been here since yesterday, got here on the Swan of the Seas, he's been just milling about since then. He slept on that corner over there last night. I think he came alone" the boy said. Ronan nodded and waved him off.
"You recruiting?" Red asked. Ronan nodded.
"What about me?" he asked. Ronan shook his head.
"Not until you're ten, at least. In the mean time, keep an eye out" Ronan said. Red stretched out is hand. Ronan frowned at him.
"What you gave me isn't worth any more than a silver piece. In fact, I overpaid you" Ronan said. Red smiled sweetly at him.
"I know another boy you could recruit. He got here three days ago on the Silver Sail, he's a runaway slave from Osrion, his name is Semet, and he's dark skinned with black hair, he says he's thirteen, and I saw him suck off Mr. Miller for some bread yesterday" He said. Ronan sighed and handed Red another silver piece.
"Where is he now?" He asked.
"He's with the rest of us in the abandoned temple, I can send him over" Red said. Ronan nodded.
"You do that. Tell him to wait by the servants entrance. Better yet, take him there yourself" He said. Red nodded.
"Will do, boss" he said and ran off.
Three, if Ronan recruited the half elf, then he would only need to find five more. Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as he thought. Ronan looked over to where the boy was standing, looking miserable. Ronan decided ti was time to make his move.
He approached the boy directly, walking right up to him holding a meat pie in one hand and waterskin in the other. The boy stared at the meat pie, clutching his stomach. Ronan smiled, he was even cuter up close. He had large blue eyes, nice lips, blond hair, and had the delicate features of an elf.
"Hungry?' Ronan asked. The boy nodded at him.
"My name is Ronan, what's yours?" Ronan asked.
"Lyrian" he said.
"Nice to meet you Lyrian" Ronan said, offering him the meat pie. Lyrian looked at him skeptically.
"What is that going to cost me?" he asked. Ronan smiled.
"For this one, just hear me out. Let's go sit down over there" Ronan said, Lyrian followed him and sat down next to him on an empty bench overlooking the docks. Ronan made his proposal as the boy dug into the meat pie with his fingers, ignoring the heat as he shoved it into his mouth. Ronan explained that they weren't slaves, they got their own room, got fed three times a day, and even got an allowance.
"So it's a brothel" Lyrian said after he was finished. Ronan shrugged and watched as Lyrian licked his fingers clean. He imagined all the amazing things that tongue would do if he accepted the offer.
"Not exactly. It's not like any man can just walk in, slam some coin on the table and get a boy. Honestly, most of the time the only person you'll be sleeping with is the Master, and me. It's a very exclusive private club. The only men allowed are men that the master has chosen, and you get to say if you want to or not. You'll get two or three regulars, and a few who show up occasionally." Ronan explained.
"And it's not just the sex, we provide an experience. Your clients will know you, and they'll bring you gifts, tell you stories, sometimes they won't even have sex with you. So you won't be a whore, you'll be a high-end companion" Ronan said. Lyrian looked at him and tried to determine if he was lying.
"How many clients do you have?" Lyrian asked.
"None. The master is the only one I sleep with. Well, sometimes other men, but that's different. I'm like his personal boy." Ronan explained. He looked Lyrian up and down. "And considering how adorably cute you are, he might just keep you for himself" Ronan added. Lyrian blushed.
"You promise that I won't just be a boy whore?" Lyrian asked. Ronan smiled, he had him.
"I promise. You won't sleep with any man you don't want to, and no one will ever force you" Ronan said. Lyrian sighed and looked around. Ronan waited for him, deciding not to push him. Finally, Lyrian nodded.
"Okay, I'll go with you" he said. Ronan broke into a grin.
"Excellent! By the way, how old are you?" he asked.
"I'm fourteen" Lyrian said. Ronan nodded.
"That's like eleven for a human, right?" he asked. Lyrian nodded
"Yes, I'm six years away from being a grown up" he said. Ronan nodded, smiling at his good luck and the boy's honesty. He got up and began walking, with Lyrian following closely behind.
"Where are you from?" Ronan asked. Lyrian sighed.
"The Kingdom of Erkin" he said. Ronan turned and looked at him.
"How did you end up all the way in Srenan?" he asked. Lyrian shrugged.
"I was too much elf for the others, so they tried to sell me back to the Ilynian Elves, but they didn't want me either; so I ran away and gave everything I had to the Captain of the Swan of the Seas for passage" he said.
"So too much elf for the half elves and too human for the elves?" Ronan asked. Lyrian nodded.
"Well, I guarantee you that won't matter here" he said "We have all kinds in Srenan: Wood elves, humans, half-elves, half-giants, serpentfolk, dwarves, halflings, Canids, even some vampires and werewolves" Ronan said, laughing at Lyrian's shocked expression.
"Vampires?" he asked, his voice full of fear. Ronan nodded.
"Don't worry about them, they have their own things going on, their own Clans and human servants. The Werewolves too." Ronan said. Lyrian relaxed, but still seemed afraid.
"Canids are those dog-people, right?" Lyrian asked. Ronan nodded.
"Yes, just don't call them that, it's offensive." He said.
"I saw some at the docks, they look really scary. I wouldn't want to offend one" Lyrian said.
"They're actually some of the nicest, most cuddly people you'll ever meet. I meant don't call them that because it's very rude" Ronan said, laughing. Lyrian frowned at him, then nodded. They walked in silence for several more minutes, with Ronan scanning the crowd for any wayward boys. He saw none, and even if he had, his priority was to get Lyrian back to Lord Holden.
"This is it" Ronan said when they arrived at the mansion. Lyrian's eyes went wide.
"This is where you live?" He asked. Ronan laughed at his reaction.
"Yes, this is the home of Lord Loren Holden" Ronan said as a guard opened the gate for him.
"What does he do?" Lyrian asked as he took the lush grounds, his eyes being drawn to the ornate fountain in the center of the area. He looked at the design, impressed and curious. Ronan saw him looking at it and smiled. The large statues of four nude boys holding up a large bowl always got looks from visitors. Most of the time they took it as a testament to his master's wealth, sometimes, they disapproved.
"Trade, mostly. He doesn't do any shipping or overseas trade because the families and gangs who run the docks are too powerful for him to make a move against them. So instead he gets exclusive deals over land and imports and exports all over the region. Last year was bad, he had to downsize, let a lot of his workers and guards go. He let go of almost all his boys too. This is year is going very well though. The tribes who tore apart the Northern Kingdom and ruined trade last year visited last week. Lord Holden made an exclusive deal with them. All of the vineyards, farms, ranches, and resources that the Northern Kingdom lost are their now, so Lord Holden invited them to talk trade. They agreed to his proposals. He also made some impressive deals with the dwarven kingdoms to the far west and even managed to get a solid contact in one of the Canid kingdoms in the south" Ronan explained. Lyrian nodded again, understanding where this man's wealth came from. He made to note to remember the places that Ronan had mentioned.
Ronan walked in through the ornate front doors, pausing to let Lyrian take in the room. The boy stood with his mouth open, his eyes flickering back and forth between the columns, chandelier, and the furniture. He could barely believe that such wealth existed outside of the stories of the Ilynian Kingdom.
"Ronan!" Lord Holden called out when he saw him. Ronan walked over to him, with Lyrian looking at the man. He seemed to be about thirty years old, with brown hair and dark blue eyes that lit up his entire face. He was as tall as an elf, possibly even six feet tall. Except he wasn't build like an elf; he had broad shoulders and more muscle than any elf Lyrian had ever seen. He wasn't overly muscular, but every time he moved Lyrian could see the outline of his chest muscles and his arms through his tunic. He seemed kind and welcoming, and he made Lyrian's knees weak. Lord Holden was the most attractive human he had ever seen, and Lyrian was glad that he had taken Ronan's offer.
"Oh my gods! You are gorgeous!" Lord Holden said when he finally saw him. Lyrian blushed and looked away. Lord Holden smiled and winked at Ronan, noticing the boy's reaction to being complimented.
"I am Loren Holden, 1st Viscount of the Dragon District, and Lord of Riverview Manor, welcome to my home" He said. Ronan nudged Lyrian.
"I'm Lyrian, Uh, My Lord" he said, feeling suddenly conscious of his bare feet and the condition of his clothes.
"Welcome, Lyrian. I think I'm going to call you Lee for short. if that's alright with you" Lord Holden said. Lyrian nodded, he mouthed the word "Lee" and smiled. No one had ever given a nickname he liked before, and the name sounded right to him.
"Well then, let's get you cleaned up. Come with me. Oh, and Ronan, our Northern friends came through for us. They've sent us two boys, one fourteen and the other twelve. They've been assigned rooms already, so feel free to go ogle them" Lord Holden said. Ronan nodded and bowed before leaving to go see the new boys. He sighed with relief, if the Tribals had sent Holden two boys, and Red followed through with Semet, then Ronan only had to find another three boys over the next month. It really took the pressure off.
Holden watched as Ronan walked away, admiring his backside through the tight trousers he wore. He smiled and turned his attention back to Lyrian. He took the boy's hand and lead him to his bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Have you eaten?" he asked. Lyrian nodded.
"Ronan fed me, My Lord" he said.
"Good, you can eat more later if you're still hungry; but first, lets get you out of those clothes and all cleaned up. Has he told you what you're here for?" Holden asked. Lyrian nodded.
"Good, good. Then I hope you don't mind this next part" He said. Lyrian felt himself blush again, suddenly unsure if he could follow through.
The size of the bathroom and the pool in the middle took his mind off the thought. He gaped at the sight of the large pool, then at the smaller pools that formed the corners of the large one. The four smaller ones were above round, and they were obviously made form pure white marble. He almost didn't notice when Lord Holden undressed. When Lyrian turned to him, he gasped. He knew that that humans were larger than elves, but this was not what he was expecting. Lord Holden's penis was almost the length of forearm and easily as thick.
Lord Holden laughed and took his penis in his hand, raising it for Lyrian to see.
"Eight inches can be a little intimidating, I'm sure." he let go of it, and Lyrian watched as it grew hard and became even larger still. "May I take those breeches off of you?" Lord Holden asked. Lyrian looked up at his face and nodded weakly. He felt suddenly self-conscious, almost ashamed knowing what Lord Holden would find in his pants. As Lord Holden crouched down to undo his breeches, Lyrian noticed his balls and had to resist gasping again. They were massive, if Lyrian had to guess, he would have said that they were the same size as a lime fruit. Lyrian's could best be compared to a shelled peanut.
"By the way, you don't have to call me "My Lord" every time. You can just call me Master, in fact, I prefer it." Lord Holden said. Lyrian nodded.
"Yes, Master" he said, both wondering if Ronan had lied about them not being slaves, and loving the feeling of those words on his lips.
"My gods!" Lord Holden exclaimed when he pulled Lyrian's breeches down. He could barely believe the treasure that Ronan had found him. The boy was perfect, from his shoulders to his flat stomach, the shape of his body, his hips, down to his legs. Lord Holden ran his eyes down the boy, looking at the boy's neck, his chest, and following the V of his waist down to his penis. The boy turned red, making Lord Holden harder still. He reached down and cupped Lyrian's genitals in his hand, admiring the smoothness of his scrotum, the three and a half inches of penis, and his beautifully small balls.
"Oh Lee, baby boy, you are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen!" Lord Holden said. Lyrian blushed redder still, making Lord Holden laugh. He helped the boy out of the breeches, letting him lean on him as he pulled his legs out of them. Lord Holden threw them aside and led Lyrian into the tub. Lyrian groaned as he felt the warm water envelop him. He dunked his head in the water, laughing at the sheer pleasure of that luxury. He smiled at Lord Holden, who had now poured something in his hair. He relaxed as the older man washed his hair with something that smelled of lilacs. He moved only when Lord Holden nudged him, letting the man scrub his entire body clean. Once he was done, Lord Holden sat back and looked at him.
"We can relax a while more. I can tell you're enjoying the bath" He said. Lyrian nodded and grinned.
"It's amazing, thank you!" he said. The last time he had bathed properly had been overseas in a stream just outside the port before he left. It had been months since then, and it felt amazing to be properly clean again and soaking in an actual bath of warm water. It was worth whatever Lord Holden was planning to do to him, and it was definitely worth sleeping with a few men.
"Lee, do you want me to ask you every time I want to touch you? or can we just assume I have permission to do so?" Lord Holden asked. Lyrian thought for a moment.
"You have permission whenever you want to " he said.
"Good, so come over here so I can touch you" Lord Holden said. Lyrian moved over. He froze for a second as Lord Holden's hands found his waist and ran down to cup his ass. He ran his hands over his ass a few more times, feeling just how tight and round his ass cheeks were. Lord Holden smirked as he spread them a bit, running the tips of his fingers over Lyrian's hole. The boy shivered against him, and Lord Holden knew that the boy would love every second of it. He turned Lyrian around, pressing the boy's ass against his crotch and running his hands down Lyrian's body, caressing his stomach, hips, and thighs. The boy shivered again when he ran his fingers over the inside of his thighs, and gasped when Lord Holden took his penis in his hand and gave it a squeeze. He kissed his neck, amazed by how soft the boy's skin was. Lyrian let out a little moan as Lord Holden ran his tongue over his neck, finding a spot behind his ear that was far more sensitive than the rest of his neck. He sucked on it, making the boy tense up and grab his arms, gripping him tightly. He took the sign as encouragement, licking up and down the back of the boy's neck as he gently stroked his cock with one hand. With the other, he kept playing with his thigh, occasionally running his hand up the boy's leg and massaging the spot between his scrotum and his hole. When Lyrian tensed up and moaned as he did so, Lord Holden did it again.
Lyrian moaned as the man stroked him closer to orgasm. Earlier, he had been hesitant to agree to this, hesitant and doubtful about being take to a man who only wanted him for sex. He had come mostly for the place to sleep and the food, and because he liked Ronan, he liked looking at him, he liked being with him, and he suspected that he might even develop a crush. But this was something else completely. This was worth everything. He felt silly now, being so shy and timid about meeting someone who could make him feel so incredibly good.
"Oh my gods!" Lyrian exclaimed as Lord Holden sucked and bit at the sensitive spots behind his ears, quickening his strokes at the same time. He let out a loud moan as he felt his muscles tighten and his body jerk a second before he came. He moaned again and dug his fingers into Lord Holden's arms as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy washed over him. He thrust his hips into Holden's hand, crying out as his cock throbbed one last time. He collapsed against Lord Holden, breathing hard and shaking as the orgasm ended. He could not believe that something so beautiful, so amazing, so incredibly had just happened to him. He had no idea that a person could feel so good.
"You can't cum yet" Lord Holden said. Lyrian shook is head. Lord Holden kissed that spot again and chuckled.
"That's fine. You have plenty of time to get there. Baby, hearing you moan and cry out was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!" he said. Lyrian grinned and then giggled when the man ran his hand down his thigh and sucked on that spot again.
Lord Holden wondered if it would be too much to ask him to jerk him off. He had just given the boy his first orgasm, and he had gone further than Lord Holden imagined he would have. He decided to do it.
"Lee, I'm ready to burst" he said, kissing the boy's neck again "please stroke me and make me cum" he said. He felt the boy tense up in his arms, then relax as he got up and turned around.
"I've never done this before" Lyrian said, still a little breathless. Holden moved up to sit on the edge of the tub, almost laughing at the look on Lyrian's face as he saw his hard cock hanging between them.
"Don't worry, just take it in your hands and stroke it slowly at first, then go faster and faster until I cum" Holden said, taking the boy's hands and placing them around his cock. He bit his lip at the sight of the boy's long, delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. Those hands made it look even bigger than it was, and the difference in their size fully sank in. Holden wanted to take him, right then and there. He resisted the urge. He watched as Lyrian gave his cock an experimental stroke, then another. The boy found his rhythm, amazed by the feeling of Lord Holden's cock, enthralled by the feeling of his foreskin sliding up and down with each stroke. He sped up and moved so he could grasp it better. He remembered how Holden had done it to him, and mimicked the motions as best he could.
"Yes, baby, that's it, a little faster" Lord Holden said, encouraging Lyrian. the boy felt himself go red, feeling giddy at being called baby. Lord Holden moaned and gripped the edges of the tub to steady himself, thrusting forward. Lyrian remembered what it felt like to cum, he wanted Lord Holden to feel the same way. He wanted to return the favor. He tightened his grip, smiling when he was rewarded with a moan. He began to stroke faster, using both his arms and moving his entire body back and forth.
Lord Holden let out a loud groan an instant before his entire body tightened. Lyrian felt his cock swell a moment before a hot rope of cum hit his chest. He didn't stop, he continued stroking as the cock in his hands throbbed again and again, splashing cum all over his chest and stomach. He felt Lord Holden thrust at him, then give out a moan before slumping back into the water. Lyrian stroked him one more time, but Lord Holden took his hands and pulled him close instead. The man was shaking, breathing heavily and gripping him like he might float away.
A few minutes alter, Lord Holden let go of him.
"You're amazing, baby, just amazing." he said. Lyrian gushed at the compliment, only then noticing the sticky goo all over him. Lord Holden laughed.
"Come here, let me clean you up" he said. Lyrian didn't protest as the man lathered his chest with soap and washed him all over again.