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CAPTIVITY by ADRIANNA DANE Amber Quill Press, LLC http://www.amberquill.com

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Captivity An Amber Quill Press Book This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. Copyright © 2008 by Dream Romantic Unlimited LLC ISBN 978-1-60272-381-8 Cover Art © 2008 Trace Edward Zaber Layout and Formatting Provided by: Elemental Alchemy Published in the United States of America

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Also by Adrianna Dane An Acquired Taste Carnal Carnivale The Exile: Carved In Memory The Exile: A Seductive Tale Heart And Soul Hidden Impact I Want Mariposa Soul No Choice Opposing Forces Primal Magic: Swan's Lake Sea Sentinel: From The Waters Stormy Weather Sully's Heart Unicorn Craving A View To Possession

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PART I: TAMED AND TRAINED Chapter 1: The Expectations For An Intimate Servant

Freedom. How did one describe it exactly? For Orion Birdwalker it had become an untouchable ache buried inside him, something he had once taken for granted and yearned for still. It was there, in a part of his soul--a wild thing, spirit caged--like his body. Once a savage creature of the wild, without a name, without a home. Untamed, untutored. Uncivilized. Beautiful women had gifted him with presents so that he would breed with them. He'd had no desire for civilization or its rules. His needs had been simple. He'd nested in the thick jungle that surrounded Bendar City, slept when he wanted, ate when he was hungry, and bred when he desired. Orphaned as a babe, he'd had no name--the ones who knew of his existence called him wild thing. There was no other on the planet exactly like him. And that had been his downfall. Lord Adolpho Serratin, high master of the Kalamadur Oasis compound located in the middle of the deadly black desert, was now Orion's master, with the power of life and death over his slaves, his possessions. He also held the coveted position of Planet Mediator. He was a powerful man of untold wealth, with an army to secure his province. No one escapes Kalamadur--not without death as the consequence, in one way or the other. Either they are claimed by the black desert with its hidden traps and monsters, or excruciating death at the hands of Lord Serratin if they are tracked and recovered. One was simply slower and more painful than the other. Through the year of Orion's enslavement Serratin had not been as cruel a master as one of his power might otherwise enjoy. Orion had not been beaten within an inch of his life, nor did he bear scars of brutality on his body from his attempts to fight the shackling of his wings, and the piercings that came later. Orion looked down at his sleek, bronzed body decorated in a manner pleasing to his lord...the chain swaying from the nipple rings, the piercing of his cock head, now adorned by a jeweled stud that perfectly matched the brilliant color of his master's eyes. Even the engraved silver allonium bands with the words "Property of Lord Serratin" locked around his forearms and calves had become so much a part of who he now was. He felt the plug in his ass that held the long tail feathers that swept the ground, an adornment reminding Orion of his place in Lord Serratin's household. "You still want it." "What is that, Kasheesh?" Orion responded without turning around. "To be free. Is there any other desire that means more to any of us?" Orion turned away from the scene to look at the tall, lithe Laxtaina. His long white whiskers were vivid against the caramel tone of his furred flesh, and round ebony spots dotted his skin. "You are one who has more control than most in this compound. Are you telling me you still wish for freedom?" "Captivity is still captivity. I've learned to accept my fate, but it doesn't stop any of us from wanting to be free, does it?"

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There were days when Orion longed for freedom, for release from the silver chain that bound his wings, and to be able to fly free once again. And then there were the nights when freedom was farthest from his thoughts. He feared those yearnings most. Like now, with his inner excitement at the impending return of his master. "No, I guess it doesn't." "I came to find you. Lord Serratin will be returning from the day's hunt within the hour and he will expect you to be ready." Orion nodded. "Yes, I'm preparing now." Kasheesh studied him closely, his golden cat eyes sliding down over Orion's ornamented body. "He is besotted with you, Birdwalker. I don't know what it is about you, but he's never kept a possession in such close intimacy before. It is as though he is a jealous lover. Look at the way he ornaments you. Silver allonium is among the most precious metals on the planet and yet he decorates you with it as though it was no more than a trinket. Use your advantage, it most assuredly won't last." "You were once in my place, Kasheesh. You know how it is with him. I have no leverage." "Yes, I was once in the position of intimate servant, but I was never taken to his bed. You have power, you just don't realize it and obviously haven't made use of it. It's now or never, Birdwalker. You handle it right, he might even set you free one day. You never know." "You are wrong, Kasheesh." Orion peered up at the tall, lean half-breed. What was Kasheesh up to? What Kasheesh was suggesting could end up causing Orion's death. Did the catman really think their master was not shrewd enough to know when he was being played? "I'll think about what you've said." It wouldn't do to cross the head Menagerie Senticle who could make Orion's life miserable. "Do so. Now, you should be about your tasks. I have others to see. Be waiting for the master in his private chambers when he returns." With that Kasheesh pivoted away and strode down the corridor. Orion watched him until he disappeared. Orion had yet to understand the nature of Kasheesh. There was a restrained lethal intensity to the man more suited to outside duties than that of tamed caretaker to Lord Serratin's living collection. But were any of them really contained in their natural habitats when it came down to it? All of them served at Lord Serratin's direction. There were no personal choices. He turned back to see the desert skyline erupt into a sea of vivid crimson and shining gold off in the distance. He felt the ache in his soul and the cry of his wings. Quickly, he turned and walked down the corridor following in Kasheesh's wake. The gnawing ache to once again feel free slowly dwindled away, nestling back into its hiding place within a corner of his soul. Orion moved out of the kitchen and down the hallway toward the personal possessions room. There he would prepare the tray, not with food, but with the personal items that Lord Serratin would require. He caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length gilded mirror and paused to gaze at the strange, exotic creature reflected back. The chains securing his nipples glittered and swayed slightly against his satiny skin. His body was firm and sculpted just the way the master liked. He wore the silver armbands on his forearms, wrist to elbow, the leg bands from ankle to knee. The engravings on the bands were preening cocks, finely etched into the metal. He had been fitted for them almost upon his arrival, and the allonium-smith had created them especially for Orion at the master's orders. He turned slightly and could see the beautiful black and silver tail feathers he sported today trailing to the ground behind him, entrenched firmly by the dildo lodged in his rectum. His long black hair was braided with silver threads in multiple strands hanging down his back. He'd filled out somewhat while in captivity, but his face was still angular, with high cheekbones, a high forehead, and firm, square chin. His eyes were a striking turquoise, now highlighted by the black kohl used to enhance the color. His muscles had been sculpted and defined from exercise with a slave trainer who worked him hard for several hours each morning. Lord Serratin remarked often on the fine form of a man he had become beneath Serratin's supervision.

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A flicker of memory shimmered of the angry, defiant birdman he had been when he had first laid eyes on his lord. Never would he have thought he would be in this position of a cosseted slave. A willing, pampered possession. But time and his master's magnetic personality had changed Orion. When Orion had been captured by Bendar flesh commoditurs out to make a fast coin, he'd expected to be killed in order to harvest his ebony and silver feathers. Or be sent to work in the mines beneath the city, never to see the light of day again. His carelessness is what had caused his capture. His own inattention. But looking at the half-breed reflected in the mirror, he no longer recognized that cocky youth of a year ago. Each day as the master's possession made the memory of his wild days in the jungles seem farther and farther away. And the tighter the master bound Orion to him. Tamed. The word threaded through his thoughts. He had sworn that would never happen, but it surely had. Yet it was not a harsh possession as he would have expected. Maybe then it would have been easier to fight Lord Serratin. But no, this master was shrewd. He had been tamed by a proffered hand enticingly filled with temptation and kindness. He turned away from the mirror, from the image of the pampered slave he now was, and continued on to the personal possessions room. The master would be calling shortly and Orion must have everything ready. He remembered so long ago, those first weeks in the master's possession and how angry and defiant he had been...and the collision of emotions awash in his mind in his new confinement. Those early lessons were not what he'd expected. Lord Serratin had been a master seducer. And Orion a willing supplicant, soaking up the kindness like a sea sponge long without water. Would there ever be a time when Orion could return to the wild and not yearn for captivity once again? Those early weeks and months were a time Orion would never forget.

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Chapter 2: Lord Serratin's Lessons In Service

Upon his arrival it was male servants, human slaves in service to Lord Serratin, who bathed him and prepared him--the first acts to civilize the birdman. For four weeks he resided in close captivity at the compound. Observed by the master. Kept in a special room, only taken out in chains to be led around the compound as a form of exercise. He'd fought the big, muscular servants the whole time, but it had done him little good. These slaves had once been bold warriors of a conquered race, now in service to Lord Serratin. They were skilled at subduing recalcitrant prisoners--especially a rebellious birdman who had honed few fighting skills. The master arrived at the wild half-breed's room each day at sundown. He sat with him and spoke to him. Lord Serratin told him about his day--the correspondence he'd answered, the books he'd read, the orders he'd given, what he'd eaten, how he'd bathed. Each day the ritual was the same. But it was readings at the end of the visit that had finally seduced the wild thing. Serratin would end his visit by reading from an ancient book of erotic verse. His voice, soft and deep, would wash over the birdman, calming and titillating him with sexual images. He didn't even realize when he had come to look forward to the visits and to the sound of his new master's voice. It was the twentieth day that the wild creature began to masturbate after his master left, still hearing the echo of Serratin's voice in his head, reciting the poetry, building his desire. It was ten days later that the routine changed. They brought him to a bathing room where there was a tub full of fragrant, steaming water. He fought them, but they managed to subdue him and get him into the tub. When it was over, they took him to a luxurious bedroom suite and chained him to the bed. He remembered how he had struggled against the bonds. What the master must have thought when he saw him there he couldn't imagine. He had struggled so hard there were bruises on his wrists and ankles. He was like an animal in a trap ready to gnaw off an arm to gain freedom. And then Lord Serratin had entered the room. There was a peacefulness to his demeanor as he stood looking down at the wild creature tethered to his bed. He wore a long gold robe, his thick white hair hanging in a braid down his back. The man standing over the wild creature commanded attention, yet didn't demand it as one might expect of such a powerful lord. Serratin moved away to his writing desk and sat down, turning to correspondence as though Orion wasn't even in the room. Finally, the wild half-breed had no fight left and fell back upon the bed. Moments later, Serratin rose from the desk and walked back to the side of the bed. Only then did Serratin speak. He reached forward to touch the birdman's hair, stroking the long, shiny locks, which had only recently been washed by the male servants. They'd cleaned him thoroughly, inside and out, then oiled his skin until it was shiny and fragrant. And so he had awaited the arrival of this powerful owner to whom he now belonged. "I will name you Orion," Serratin said as he looked down at him with those strange, beautiful eyes. "You are like a bright star come to land in my oasis." "I have no name," Orion raged back. It was true. His parents had been killed when he was but a young hatchling and he had run wild in the jungle beyond the city, fending for himself. Until he was captured. Lord Serratin stroked a hand along his arm and over his chest. "In my oasis you will be known as Orion Birdwalker." His intense gaze dropped to Orion's cock, which seemed to have a life of its own and was already hard, the knob leaking precum. Before coming here Orion had not thought it possible for him to be attracted to a man, but something about this one was different from anyone he had ever met before. But then no men had ever sought Orion's company before. There was

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something uniquely charismatic about Serratin, drawing Orion under his spell. Orion found himself calming beneath the hands of this strange lord. He remembered the nights confined in the collector gallery as he masturbated just thinking about the sound of Serratin's voice. "You've not spent much time with civilized people, have you?" "No need." Serratin swirled his fingers over Orion's nipples and they peaked tightly. Orion's new master rubbed them between his fingers as he looked at him and Orion felt himself respond to the attention. He was confused. How could he respond to a man's touch this way? His hands, so unlike the women, demanded his attention in a way he'd never known before. And he wanted more of that firm touch. "You simply took what you needed when you needed it. Is that right? Is that what you did with women as well?" Orion arched up, unable to stop himself, and he gasped at the sensations Lord Serratin invoked inside him. It was one thing for him to come the way he had at that first viewing in Bendar City when this man came to inspect him and he'd brought Orion to climax. Even though Orion had responded, he put it down to the tension created by his capture. But this was different. There was an intimacy to this atmosphere he didn't understand. Yet he wanted this man to explore more of his body. Suddenly Lord Serratin leaned down and pressed his lips to Orion's without warning. He tried to draw back. Serratin coaxed with his tongue and lips, while his hands caressed him. Then he felt a hard, warm hand surround his cock and he opened his mouth in a gasp. It was then that the lord's tongue pressed home, driving deep into his mouth. The possession of his mouth, the hand on his cock had his gasp turning into a moan of desire. Lord Serratin lifted away, his hand continued to fondle Orion's cock leisurely, and Orion felt his resistance to the man crumbling. The burning desire to come built quickly. He dropped his head back, closing his eyes as he tried to think of something else, to remember to resist, but it simply wasn't good enough. This man was not like other masters he had heard of. This one had seduced him over the weeks. Making Orion want something he hadn't even understood. Until now. He felt a mouth at his nipple, teeth tugging on the erect bud, and the firm hand worked him, making him harder until he couldn't stand it anymore. He arched, his balls tightening, drawing up, and he exploded, screaming as his cum spurted across his abdomen. He gasped, tried to suck in air, unable to compose himself, unbelieving as to what had just occurred. Lord Serratin moved away from the bed and then came back with a wet cloth and cleaned his belly. Orion looked up at him unable to comprehend what had just happened. It was one thing for him to jerk himself off in his own room with his own hand with the image of Serratin in his mind. But this--this was something else. The lord cleaned him slowly, so slowly that Orion hardened yet again and was stiff with arousal before Serratin moved away. Serratin came back with a small golden bowl filled with fruit. "Are you hungry?" Orion turned his head away mutinously. "Come, come. I know you haven't eaten your evening meal. Try a little fruit." His body throbbed painfully, needy yet again. How much longer before the master would release him? The lord leaned over, dangling a lush bunch of grapes. Orion's mouth watered. It was true, he hadn't eaten since earlier in the day. A moist purple grape grazed across his lips. Quickly he opened his mouth and swiped it from the vine. It had a strange taste, sweet but not like other grapes back in the wilds outside the capital city. "You see? Not so bad." He plucked a grape from the vine and put it between his own lips. Lowering his head, the grape touched Orion's lips, but he refused to open his mouth. Serratin squeezed just enough for the grape's juice to drizzle across Orion's lips, nudging the small round fruit.

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Orion couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth and the grape was pressed inside by firm lips. Serratin sucked at Orion's lips, rimmed them with his tongue, then pulled back. Orion swallowed the juicy fruit, could still feel the press of the lord's warm lips against his. Serratin set the grapes back into the bowl and removed a succulent, blushing pale peach. Picking up a fruit knife, he sliced off a piece and put it in his mouth. The look in his eyes told Orion what to expect. He lowered his head and the flesh of the fruit pressed against Orion's lips. He opened them obediently and he was the recipient of another searing kiss from this master of seduction. "You learn quickly," Serratin whispered against Orion's lips before claiming another kiss. Time after time, for what seemed like an eternity, Serratin fed him bits of fruit, mouth to mouth, until there was no more of the peach left. And Orion wanted more. More of the fruit. More of his master's touch. It was as though the shackles that held him no longer mattered. He wanted to taste more of this man who now owned him. The lord lowered his head again until his lips were barely a breath from Orion's. "I like this intimacy with you. For the time being this is how you shall be fed. From my hand or mouth only. In this way you shall grow accustomed to me and the role you shall hold as my personal intimate servant." Orion could only stare at him, unable to resist him. Without conscious will he parted his lips, darting his tongue out. The master smiled and swooped down to claim the now willing mouth of his newest acquisition. After long moments, the lord rose from the bed and placed the bowl of fruit on a table across the room. He came back to stand beside the bed, his long golden robe now open. Orion could see the thick, black cock prominently displayed between the folds. He refused to think about what his master would expect next. He curled his fingers into fists. But was he angry with this lord who held sway over him, or himself, for wanting whatever the lord had planned? This was not how he'd envisioned his captivity. The sweetness of it would be Orion's undoing.

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Chapter 3: Orion's Willing Submission

"I think you're ready," Serratin said as he slipped the robe from his broad, muscular shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His black skin glowed like ebony satin, warmed by the flickering candlelight, muscles sculpted and defined. For a man of peace he had a powerful body, and Orion found himself very attracted to this master. Orion licked his lips, again tasting the fruit combined with the heady flavor of Serratin. He had no idea what to expect next, but he knew he wanted whatever it was. His eyes latched onto Serratin's liquid gold gaze as his master climbed onto the bed and knelt between Orion's outspread, shackled legs. Serratin ran his hands up the insides of Orion's thighs, and Orion's cock felt like it was ready to burst in anticipation of the seductive touch. Already the slave was addicted to his master's attentions. "Not just yet," the master admonished as though reading Orion's mind. "But soon, very soon." "What are you going to do?" Orion rasped out, uncertain how he felt about the possible ramifications of what came next. Serratin gripped his balls and Orion winced. "You belong to me now, Birdwalker. Every bit of you is mine. And I'm about to claim what is mine. Accept me and you will find pleasure. I've looked a long time for an intimate servant such as you. When I saw you, I knew I had to have you. Perhaps I will claim you tonight, perhaps not. But when the time comes it will be because you want this intimacy as much as I do. Tonight is for preparation...and acceptance." Serratin released him and turned away. So many emotions surged inside Orion. He'd never been so controlled by another person as what Serratin did to him. Never wanted to submit in the way he did now to this new master. Orion watched Lord Serratin pour some oily substance onto the palm of his hand. Orion stiffened as he felt a finger probe at his anal opening. "No," he struggled against the bonds. Fought against his own swelling desire. The thick finger stopped pressing and Serratin looked up at him. "No one has ever taken you there?" Orion's eyes widened at the question. Penetrated his anus? "No, never." The lord smiled widely. "You're a virgin. How remarkable considering your savage nature." He rubbed the pad of his finger in a sensuous circle over the tight bud of Orion's entrance. "Don't worry, I'll take my time with you. This first time I think you must remain bound until you are ready to accept the passion you'll experience by opening yourself to me. You will have my complete attention to making it as pleasurable as possible for you. But the second time..." His eyes darkened. "Then you will beg me to take you." "No," Orion moaned, but the rhythmic motions of the lord's hands were already arousing him to unbelievable heights. Serratin's finger stroked lightly over his entrance, across the tight nerve endings of his opening. His body felt like a funnel of flame passed through him, consuming him as it went, his cock hard, pre-cum glistening on the tip, dripping onto his stomach. "What are you doing to me?" "Seducing you. I would never force what I can have from you willingly. And you will ask for it." Hours ago, Orion would have said otherwise. But right now he had a feeling this strange lord was right. He would have Orion begging to be taken. He had taken enough women in his time to know the impact of seduction on the senses. He had just never thought a man could make him feel these amazing sensations. Not until several weeks ago, when he had first begun to masturbate with the taboo image of this seductive man in his mind. At least he had thought at the time it was taboo.

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Suddenly, a slick finger pressed inside him, and he reared up. It hardly penetrated at all, but the searing sensation arrowed straight through him. "Do you like that?" the powerful lord asked. And then he did it again. Orion could only thrash back and forth, fighting the need to admit how much he enjoyed the penetration. He simply could not bring himself to accept defeat to the master's hand so easily. This man owned him, had made a slave of him-how could he respond so passionately--so lustfully? Serratin removed the finger as before with the tip barely penetrating. This time Lord Serratin left it there without moving, allowing him to become accustomed to its presence. He petted his thigh. "There, there, my pet, relax," he said in a soothing tone as he inched the finger in a bit farther. Orion began to tremble with the force of his suppressed emotions. He fought the desire to do exactly that, to bend to the will of this experienced lord who now commanded his body. But then Serratin began to move the digit and Orion skyrocketed toward his namesake constellation and he cried out at the immense pleasure that began to build inside him. He felt the finger withdraw, circle his hole, then gasped as he was swiftly penetrated again, deeper than before. He closed his eyes and all his concentration seemed centered on the fiery nerve endings in his passage. The finger pressed inward again and again, taking on an erotic rhythm he could not fail to yield himself to. And then there was more. His hole expanded as another finger was added and his tight passage bloomed and gloved the invasion. Then the master's other hand gripped his penis, stroking along the column, teasing at the wet slit until he was dizzy with sensations. It seemed Lord Serratin knew when Orion came close to orgasming, because he stopped and waited until the desire subsided. Then Serratin drove him up the ridge again, and again, and again. Another finger was added to the two, but by this time Orion had no thoughts of denial, and his channel accepted the third easily. They were slick and wet, moving easily in and out. It seemed the lord had the patience of eternity because he kept this stimulation up for what seemed like hours, never letting his birdman drift too far downward. Orion had never realized what true desire was until that moment. And then Serratin did something that shot Orion over the moon and destroyed any possible utterance of denial. He curved his fingers and found that spot inside him that drove his passion to fever pitch, and Orion panted, sweat breaking out on his body, and his vision blurred. Suddenly, all he wanted was to be fucked by this man. And he wanted it more intensely than he had desired anything in his life. It was then he uttered the words he had sworn he would never say. "Fuck me," he shouted. "I can't stand anymore." Beads of sweat dripped from his body. Then he felt his legs released from the shackles, but he had no thought of fighting to free himself. No, his only thought was to be filled as quickly as possible. To submit to whatever this man wanted to do to him. "What are you going to do?" he gasped as the master folded his legs up over his chest. The eerie flame-bright eyes of the master gazed back at him and he was unable to look away. And then he felt it. The wide tip of a well-oiled penis sliding over the opening of his anus. He shuddered with the sensation, the need to have him inside. "I have much to teach you, Orion. About the act of penetration. Of seduction." Orion's hands fisted as he fought the raging waves of need. The tip of the master's penis hardly penetrated him, only an inch or so inside him. His hands slid upward along Orion's chest, twisting his nipples. "I can't stand it. Fuck me, damn you. I need to come." The master pulled from inside him, swirled the tip over the nerve endings of his hole, then again entered. Orion could feel himself expand easily now to accept him. "Nine inches, Orion, that's how much of me you will take. You will accept every single inch and you will feel each inch as I possess you. Every measure of my cock inside you will bring you closer to complete submission. When you beg for that last inch, when my balls are snug against your ass, then I will own you completely."

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Orion remembered the feel of the wind beneath him as he flew through the air, a wild thing free to come and go as he pleased. He remembered the women who'd come to him, begging to be fucked by the wild birdman of the jungle. He had never failed to provide them with what they wanted, had easily seduced those who wanted but were unsure, and had always given them satisfaction, the look of complete satiation on their faces before they left his nest. But he had never felt this deep, swelling of sensation that this man was drawing from him now. It was too much. And he knew, deep down that this man would have from him exactly what he had said. His mind was a blur, his hands balled into fists as he tried to fight the attraction for the skilled man who lay over his body. When this night was over he would be a changed man from the one who had been brought here and laid out for the powerful lord's pleasure. He grunted as he felt another inch of the thick cock press inside him, felt his nerve endings heat at the penetration. And then Serratin withdrew once again and Orion couldn't bear it. Acting as a turnkey, Serratin twisted the well-primed spring inside Orion tighter and tighter until the birdman couldn't breathe. The need to be claimed curbed the heat of rebellion inside his soul. The hard dick never left him completely. It swirled over his now loosened opening, notched at his hole, plugging him as the walls of his defiance crumbled around him. It seemed Lord Serratin had all the time in the world as he again proceeded to penetrate Orion's passage. "Three inches is what I've given you, Orion, less than half my length." He rested there, inside the hot channel. Orion looked at him and knew the need was there in his expression for Serratin to see. The master's glittering gaze studied him dispassionately. He was using sex to break him down, to make Orion bend beneath his strong will. "We have a long way to go. Do you want more? Tell me you want another inch. Ask me for it the way a slave should ask the lord and master who owns his soul." Orion fought it, but it was no good, he needed to feel more. "Please, master." "Please, what?" He began to withdraw. For weeks this man had gradually seduced him with his words and his presence. For hours this lord had sensually prepared him. Serratin couldn't leave him now. Orion grew desperate. "Please fuck me, master." Lord Serratin paused in his withdrawal. Slowly, he gave his slave the next inch. Orion breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel the nerve endings in his passage reaching out to clasp the giant prick, yet there was still more. This seducer had primed him, made him hungry for more, so much more. Tempted him with his length. He shuddered as cold liquid poured over his overheated, sensitive opening, making him slick. The master retreated once again. "Four inches, Orion. You have taken four inches of my cock and there is still more to go. He shoved quickly inside, stopping short when his penetration had reached the stated number. He pulled out and pushed in again, and again. But Orion needed more. He knew there was more. "More, master, please. I need all of you inside me." Was that really him, pleading to be fucked by this man? It was as though someone else dwelled inside his body, some thrashing, primal, submissive person who had already bent his will to their lord. Serratin was too strong, and it wouldn't be long before that primal passion consumed him completely. He was barely holding onto his sanity by a thread. And then another inch pulled him apart, receded and shoved inside. Each time the stiff prick entered him he released a breath, until his breathing syncopated with the rhythm of the cock playing his body. His heartbeat soon beat at the pleasure of the man controlling him. His body was no longer his own. "Take me, master, I'm yours. All of me," he heard himself beg. "Everything I am is yours. Please," he screamed. And finally Lord Serratin pressed to his heart, the heart he now owned, and Orion arched up to accept the complete possession, willingly submitting to the pleasure of the powerful Lord Serratin of the Kalamadur Oasis. He rode Orion hard, hammering into him, undulating and pressing against each searing nerve. So much heat, so deep a passion. Orion thrust against him, their movements rocking the bed rhythmically. Time and time again Lord Serratin

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touched his soul, and just as Orion thought he would come, he stopped and the waves receded. Until he felt a hand at his cock, pressing and kneading. As his master burst and poured his seed into Orion, the slave climaxed powerfully, a roar of triumph erupting from his throat as he came in huge blasts of cream spurting into the air, covering his stomach. He dropped back onto the bed exhausted, totally drained by the emotional cataclysm that had consumed him. Lord Serratin withdrew, and suddenly Orion felt bereft, totally emptied, and a fear he had never known before settled over him. "No," he started to protest. He wanted to add don't leave me, but couldn't seem to manage another word. The master slowly lowered Orion's legs back onto the bed. Then he felt the chains around his wrists released, and Lord Serratin carefully brought his arms down to rest on his stomach. Orion couldn't have moved from that bed if he had tried; he was utterly boneless. It was as though someone had drained all of the blood from his body. But it was more than that. He didn't want to leave this room ever again. Orion was already a different man than he'd been mere hours ago. Orion turned to watch the man who had seduced him so thoroughly. Serratin walked back to the bed with a golden goblet in his hand and lifted Orion's head. "Drink." Orion gulped the water down. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. Serratin rose again and brought back a wet cloth and wiped down his body, which now ached after the unaccustomed use. Serratin sat back and looked at him. "How do you feel?" Orion looked up at him. "I-I am a changed man. I feel unlike myself." Serratin nodded. "As it should be. You are being reborn." Serratin moved to get up, but Orion stretched out a hand and Serratin turned to look down at him questioningly. "What will happen to me now?" "I have told you. You belong to me now and you shall be trained as my intimate servant. This is only the beginning." "Will I ever be free again?" A door seemed to close on Lord Serratin's expression. "It depends on your definition of freedom. It will change also. Do you understand what the term 'tamed' means?" "I don't understand." "When I found you, you were such a wild thing, so untutored. I saw what you could become given the right circumstances. And you shall be that beautiful thing I first envisioned. As you said, you are already changing. You are mine and I will not give up that which I have claimed. As to freedom...we had best try to define that on another day." He walked away, leaving Orion with even more questions. How could there be more than one definition of freedom? If he was not allowed to fly free, away from here, then he was not free? Wasn't that so? His attention turned to the dark master and he seemed to see him with new eyes. He was an extremely handsome man. Even naked he exuded the air of control, of power. And Orion, even unchained, felt helpless against Serratin's will. He felt softened by this man, a willing disciple to his seductive personality. He came back to sit beside Orion, holding the bowl of fruit. "Later one of the servants will bring us something more substantial. They have been told to wait until I ring." He plucked off a white grape and placed it between his teeth, then lowered his head. Without hesitation Orion opened his mouth to accept the fruit...and the passionate kiss. The master raised his head and smiled. He reached up to stroke Orion's hair. "Very good. You learn quickly. Do you remember what I said earlier?"

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"Earlier?" "What I expected of you before taking you again." Orion's heart pounded in his chest. "You-you said I would beg." Serratin leaned closer, until Orion could feel his moist breath against his face. "And will you?" Again, Orion couldn't look away. He leaned up, closer to this powerful man, feeling the strength of his searing fire. "I have been with many women," he admitted. "I have given and received pleasure from all of them." He licked his lips. "But I have never felt as you have made me feel these last hours." Serratin cupped his head and drew him closer. "And?" He inhaled deeply. Already his ass throbbed and his cock was hard at the thought of being possessed by this man once more. "Fuck me again, my lord. Please." Serratin pressed him back onto the bed and crushed his lips with his mouth, his body anchoring him to the bed. This time he was free to embrace his lord lover and he did so without second thoughts. **** For five days Lord Adolpho kept Orion in his apartments, feeding him from his hand, seducing him with his body. He taught Orion how to help him dress, how to bathe, to use his hands in massage. Food was brought in by servants, but Orion never saw them enter or leave the apartments. The only man in his existence was his lord and master. He came to rely on him at every turn. And to love him more passionately than he had ever thought possible. He taught him the strategic game of stratum, explained the history of the oasis, read to him from books. And fucked him, learning every inch of his body as Orion did his master's. It was as though there was no existence before this lord had claimed him. No other being in this land but the man he now served. Serratin taught him how he wanted to be stroked, and ways he would allow Orion to penetrate him. On the sixth day, the allonium cuffs were delivered. Fine bright pieces engraved with the words "Orion, Property of Lord Adolpho Serratin of Kalamadur Oasis." Lord Serratin had the only key, and he was the one to close the locks. On the seventh day, for the first time since his arrival, Orion finally saw another person. There was a knock on the door and Orion was told to answer it. It was a man with a small black case. Lord Serratin told Orion to let him enter. The piercings to Orion's body would be made by this man.

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Chapter 4: Calvin, The Piercer

His name was Calvin and the master told Orion that Calvin was very experienced at piercings and there was nothing to fear. Orion noted the many piercings and tattoos on the slave's body. "Calvin once served Mestfolo, the demon lord. Mestfolo was overthrown by two opposing demon clans who banded together. I was lucky to acquire Calvin when Mestfolo's possessions were sold." Calvin bowed. "You have been a kind master, my lord. I am honored to serve you." Orion knelt next to his lord and listened as Lord Serratin discussed with Calvin the procedure that would be performed on Orion. Orion was nervous and it showed in the flaccid appearance of his penis. If his wings had not been netted and pinned against his back, he probably would have made a dash for the windows leading to the garden beyond, lifted off, grabbed the first thermal he could find, and flown as high and far as he could, no matter his burgeoning feelings for his owner. He didn't think he'd ever seen himself so deflated before and he was ashamed of his condition. He was a man and therefore should not be fearful of a small needle. But sometimes the smallest objects could render even the greatest warrior a coward if the conditions were right. As Calvin prepared his instruments, Lord Serratin turned back to Orion and he smiled encouragingly. "Don't worry, he will be very careful. Calvin is quite skillful. I will prepare you myself. You will do this for me, because I wish it. And you will be surprised at how it will not only enhance your beauty, but add to our pleasure." Orion felt the heat rise in his face at the blatant sexual connotations of Serratin's words in front of the piercer. Yet, was it any worse than sitting here naked awaiting his touch? Had he ever been in a more humiliating situation? Not that he could remember. Lord Serratin held a cobalt bottle containing some liquid and a white cloth. He poured the contents onto the cloth and then knelt before Orion. Serratin stared into his turquoise eyes as he prepared to apply the liquid to Orion's body in preparation for the procedure. Whatever substance was contained in the bottle smelled medicinal and Orion wrinkled his nose. Orion jumped when the cold cloth was pressed to his body. He tried to pay attention to the master, but his gaze kept straying to the piercer and his instruments. He felt his skin shrivel even more when he saw the needles and the pinchers. "You really intend to have him pierce my cock?" The question came out much less forceful than Orion would have liked. "It will not be as painful as you surmise and it will be over quickly. Everything must be perfectly clean and sterilized so there will be no chance of infection. We do not want you to become ill. I have a special cream that will help to accelerate the healing process once the piercing is completed." Orion nodded, his thoughts more on the penetration of the needle through his rather sensitive skin. "Calvin has been with me for quite some time." "You purchased him from the same flesh commoditur you purchased me from?" "No. I found him in the slave market in the Lunar Province. He and a number of others from the demon lord's court were

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being auctioned off. I was visiting my sister at the time and had accompanied her to the market." Orion looked at Serratin, surprised. He hadn't really thought of Serratin as having siblings. He seemed so omnipotent. "You have a sister?" Serratin laughed. Orion was captured by the perfect whiteness of his teeth against the dusky silk of Serratin's flesh. Suddenly, it wasn't the piercing that his mind was on, and he tried to focus on Serratin's words."Yes, I have many brothers and sisters scattered across the planet. Mariet is joined with a trader. Which is how I learned of you." He tried to visualize Lord Serratin with siblings in a family environment. Sometimes he seemed so remote and selfreliant, as though he neither needed nor depended on anyone but himself. Orion supposed he must have had parents at some point in his life. "Are your parents still alive?" Serratin nodded. "My father and his wives live in the mountains. I don't get a chance to visit them often these days. Much of my time is taken up with the diplomatic relations between the factions of the ruling classes in the various provinces. Which side will manage the agricultural communities, who wants to handle the traders and revise the current regulations. Then there is the planetary negotiation and the constant wars that break out." "You are a peacekeeper?" "In a manner. I am usually called upon when the agreements or negotiations have reached the critical stage and one or both parties are ready to walk away from the tables and start, or continue, a war." Orion saw him with different eyes. He was indeed a powerful man to be able to keep peace on their world as well as with the other planets. He held a new respect for this complicated man. His own life seemed so frivolous compared to the demands placed on the shoulders of Lord Serratin. He truly did deserve the respect he commanded. "You realize you would not be here now if your parents had obtained your freeborn papers. Were they free born?" "I don't know. They died from an epidemic that spread through the jungle when I was still a hatchling. Others of my mother's flock spoke of it in passing. I never even had a name until you gave me one." "But you never stayed with any of your mother's people?" Orion shook his head. "No. At the time there were so few because of the sickness. I expect they were afraid I carried it as well--because of my parents." Serratin was silent for a long time. "So they left you to forage for yourself? It's surprising you survived at all. No wonder you were such a wild thing," Serratin said under his breath. "How did you survive at such a young age?" Orion smiled. "I was very resourceful, even then. The others who reside in the jungle eventually helped me. When I was older, human women heard of me and sought me out. They would bring me things." He shrugged. "How did you end up being captured? I would expect you would have become very adept at evading hunters." "It was one of the women. She became greedy. Apparently she was offered a great deal of coin for information about the wild thing, as they called me. She lured me into the city with her body and they were waiting." Serratin rose to his feet and stroked Orion's hair. "That time in your life is over now. Your home is here with me, and here you will be protected." "I'm ready to begin, your lordship. Have you the items you wish me to insert?" They both turned to Calvin, who stood behind the master with his implements in his hands. Lord Adolpho walked over to the table and picked up two small, black laquered boxes. He handed them to the piercer. "The silver allonium rings are for his nipples, the jeweled stud for his cock. They will match his arm and leg bands." Calvin nodded and turned to Orion. "Come lie on the bed," he instructed him.

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Once Orion was situated Calvin laid his instruments and the boxes containing the rings and stud on the bed. He looked at Orion. "It won't be so bad as you think. And the master will take care of you as what needs be done. Now breathe deep and let it out slowly. Concentrate on your breathing and it will be over before you know it." He had to give Calvin credit, he accomplished the piercings as expeditiously as possible. The rings were inserted into his nipples almost before he could suck in his second breath and the sharp pain shot through him. The piercing in his cock was less painful than he had imagined it would be. When he finally looked down to examine it, he saw that it went horizontally through the head of his penis. There were small jewels to either side and tiny rings beneath the jewels. The silver allonium bar between appeared long enough to allow for expansion of his penis when it grew hard. He glanced up at Lord Serratin, who stood to the side of the bed watching him, and it was then he realized that the jewels were the exact color of his lord's eyes. "Once the rings on your nipples are healed we will attach this length of chain." He held up a double strand of diamond cut silver chain in his fingers. "The cut silver against your beautiful, bronzed skin will be breathtaking. And the color will complement the silver in your wings. I look forward to when you are healed." He leaned down to carefully wipe away the droplets of blood from his chest and cock. Orion had a feeling it would take a long time for him to become accustomed to the modifications made to his body. Right now they looked strange and exotic, especially with the swelling. Again he had the feeling that someone else inhabited his body. He had to wonder if this new lord would require any other such adjustments. His gaze again turned to Calvin and the tattoos covering his body. "Will there be anything else my lord?" Calvin asked. "No. You've done an excellent job as usual. You may go." Once Calvin had picked up his instruments and left the room, the master returned to look at Orion and brushed a lock of hair back from Orion's face. He turned to a tray of food and ripped off a slice of fragrant, herb bread and fed it to Orion. "You must keep up your strength. You look tired. Rest for a couple of hours and then we will have dinner." Orion was exhausted; it must be the stress. His chest and cock throbbed a bit. He turned as Serratin leaned over with a goblet in his hand. "Drink this, it will help you to rest. I prepared it especially for you." Orion gulped down the sweet mead and then closed his eyes. It would be four days before the doors to the master's rooms would be open to him.

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Chapter 5: The Aviary

"I have a surprise for you today," Lord Serratin said one morning, looking down at his intimate servant as Orion assisted him to dress. Orion had just put the second soft cream-colored suede boot on his master and was about to rise to his feet. He looked up at Lord Serratin. "A surprise?" Should he be wary? "Call it a reward. I'm very pleased at how quickly you've learned to perform your duties." He smiled, then brushed a thumb across Orion's lips. Orion knew to open his mouth and suck his lord's finger inside. He drew on the thumb, circling his tongue over the digit and then released it. He liked when Lord Serratin smiled at him in just that way. It was as though the sun shined upon him with its warmth. Orion didn't understand his feelings for this magnetic owner who seemed to dominate every corner of Orion's soul. But he did know that he already loved him. And that feeling warred with his desire for freedom. He did not want to become too comfortable in these surroundings, didn't want to accept he was the possession of this intriguing man. Sometimes the depth of his emotions for the master frightened him. And at other times, like now, Orion basked in the glow of his approval and thought there could be nothing better than service to a lord such as Serratin. His body immediately responded to the approval he saw in Lord Serratin's expression. He felt the draw from the piercings, the chain swaying between his nipples, reminding him of his place. Orion's nipples and cock were sore and sensitive for several days after the piercings were accomplished. But the ointment the master applied seemed to help with the pain and they healed very quickly. Within days he was adorned with the silver cut chain linking his nipples and admired the curve of his penis now decorated with the intriguing jeweled stud. He particularly took pleasure in the fact that the master seemed to enjoy touching his cock and fiddling with the stud, turning it and stroking him, and they would watch as his cock swelled to life, growing thick and hard beneath the master's attention. "Come with me," Serratin said. Orion followed the master out of the private suite and into a corridor. Days before, the birdman had been escorted by Kasheesh, the Menagerie Senticle, on a tour of the general layout of the compound. The house itself seemed more like an octopus, with corridors snaking out from a center court. The glass aviary, or conservatory, was a sparkling hexagon shining at the heart of the compound, but Orion had not been allowed inside the room. Lord Serratin's private suite of rooms was located in the northeast quadrant of the strange building. The upper northwest quadrant was a special place reserved for Lord Serratin's living possessions with access to outside cages for undomesticated creatures. This secured quadrant was where the master kept his priceless collections--those animals and items that were rare and considered to be his special acquisitions. It was an area that was more menagerie than residence, and where a room was already prepared and reserved for Orion. Even those prized possessions who acted as servants within the master's household inhabited rooms in the collector's wing. Although Orion was assigned a room, in his capacity as intimate servant to the master, he was told he would rarely use it. Instead, a pallet was available for his use in the master's private apartments and as long as Lord Serratin was in residence that was where he would sleep. Orion followed the master down a corridor, curious as to where he was being taken, when his master stopped at the door of the conservatory. When Lord Serratin drew a gold key from his pocket and opened the wrought iron doors, Orion's eyes widened with surprise as he caught his first glimpse of the impressive room. It was almost as though the house had

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been built around a section of the oasis itself. "I think you'll like this place, Orion. It's my sanctuary and I hope it will become yours as well." Slowly Orion stepped inside and gazed around him. He heard the click as Lord Serratin closed the door and locked it. Orion looked down at the ornate dark blue and cream mosaic floor and then his attention wandered upward once again. It almost felt like he was back in the jungle. A rush of remembered freedom wafted over him. The aviary was truly a thing of beauty. It was filled with lush vegetation and looked to be more jungle than a room contained inside a dwelling. Exotic birds from the master's collection, vivid in shades of reds and blues and greens flew among the greenery and flowering plants. There was even a small stone fountain with trickling water spraying into the air misting the room. The wide room was designed as a marvelous domed conservatory with an extremely tall observation tower at the very core of the compound piercing the sky. It was completely constructed of glass, meshed screen, and black iron in swirling patterns, and rose like a tall phallic symbol, an offering reaching upward to the skygods. Every other panel of the curved walls was a scene made from intricately designed, colored stained glass. Orion looked toward the domed ceiling and saw that it was made of tinted glass, providing a spectacular view of the sky, yet shielding the room from the desert heat. Orion had never been inside anything quite like it, but then the birdman was not used to being inside rooms of any kind. He was surprised when the master removed the chain netting over his wings and he was allowed to expand them. Immediately he spread his wings, took several running steps, and slowly lifted from the ground to land on a rocky ledge. Ah, freedom! He then lifted from the ledge and flew toward the ceiling. It felt good to be in the air once again. He landed on a perch and peered through the glass. The yellow, searing sun glared down from above. But what he wouldn't give to feel the wild wind beneath his wings, pressing through his hair, feeling the chill on his face. He circled the aviary several times, observed the other birds inhabiting the tower, each one different and unique. Just like him. He wondered sometimes if the master thought of him as more bird than man. There were moments when he didn't know himself what he was. Except now, instead of simply existing, he was owned by a man who gave him purpose. He had a place in the world. What was freedom without a purpose? "Come down, Orion." The master called to him and Orion drifted down from the domed tower with some regret to land before Lord Serratin. "It's time to teach you something new." Orion knelt before him as he'd been taught to do. "What is that, master?" Serratin sat in a chair. He spread his legs and his fine robe fell open, exposing his beautiful, tall, ebony stalk. "I want you to take me in your mouth." Orion blinked. "In my mouth?" he echoed. "Come closer. Kneel before me." Orion did as he commanded. "Take me in your hand." Serratin grasped the thick, dark tower of flesh between both hands. "Did you ever fellate a woman's clitoris and cunt? Lick her until she orgasmed?" Orion nodded. Yes, he remembered the taste of the women he had bred with. Like honey their cream had quenched his thirst. He remembered the soft, silky folds that flowered at his touch. He looked at Serratin's ebony spear of satiny, hard flesh. So very different from the women Orion had once serviced. And he wanted to taste it, to flick his tongue over the mushroomed tip, to dip into the slit and taste the difference of his master from the women he'd once known. "Open your mouth and take me inside. Use your tongue, suck on it like a huge cone of flavored ices, rather than the dish of sweet cream you are so familiar with. Lick it with relish. Learn and enjoy the taste of your master." Orion did as he was told, trying to follow his lord's instructions. He was tentative at first, but then began to slurp with enthusiasm as he felt the stem grow tight and hot. He ran his tongue up and down the pulsing flesh, tasted the pre-cum

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emitting from the slit. He leaned closer and bathed Serratin's leathery balls, back up again over the mushroomed tip, then sucked him inside once again. He made him wet and slick with his saliva, suckled at the tip like a nippled bottle, drawing out the pre-ejaculate and savoring his master's flavor. It was a taste of passion and spices, the desert wind and power. He supped at him for a long time, his hands braced against the master's muscular thighs. Felt the pulsing of the thick veins laced along his member, felt the strong, rhythmic beats of his heart. "Take me deeper," Serratin broke the silence with his growl of demand. Orion tried, but found he could suck him in no farther. He felt his master's hands at his throat, massaging beneath his jaw. "Relax your throat. I feel the tenseness. Let go, my beautiful birdman. Give yourself to me." He focused on the muscles of his throat, and slowly he felt them ease and his master's cock sank a little deeper. He felt panic rise as the air was cut off and he stiffened and pulled back. "There, there. Try again. This time, take several breaths and when my cock is deep in your throat, breath through your nose. You will not suffocate." He rose from the chair and took command of the rhythm, fisting a hand at the root of his imposing staff. Orion tried to do as he was ordered. He placed his hands on the master's hips, anchoring himself as he was fed the cock, inch by inch until he had engulfed the whole thing. Serratin pulled back and pushed in again and they developed a rhythm which allowed Orion to take gulps of oxygen before his throat was plugged once again. It became easier as he turned his trust over to the master and bent to his will. He could feel the head of Serratin's cock burying farther into his passage. The less he fought and tightened up, the easier it was achieved. It became almost a euphoric experience and the pleasure he experienced at servicing the lord was immense. "That's it," Serratin coaxed. "Just like that. No one has ever taken me so deep. You are such a treasure." His rhythm increased and Orion could almost feel the pronounced beats of Serratin's heart through the thick, pulsing veins in his cock. He allowed his tongue to stroke the underside of the shaft and felt the pounding of blood and he knew the master was close. He gripped him harder. "Get ready to swallow, my beautiful slave. Swallow it all." And then he lodged himself deep into Orion's throat as gush after gush of his seething seed spurted down Orion's throat and into his stomach. Finally he began to soften and Serratin pulled free of Orion's throat. Orion gasped and sucked in fresh air, dropping forward on his hands and knees. He'd never experienced anything like that in his life. Serratin closed his robe and then leaned forward to stroke Orion's hair. "That was perfect, my darling, perfect. You are such a treasure. You learn so quickly and respond so enthusiastically. I couldn't have chosen anyone better to attend me." And then he casually touched a spot between Orion's wings that had Orion shuddering in ecstasy and he almost orgasmed immediately. No one had ever touched him at the expanse between his wings, but something was beginning to happen that he'd never expected.

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Chapter 6: A Birdman's Pleasure

No one had ever touched the vulnerable flesh between the arc of his wings. No one. The women he had lain with rubbed beneath his wings when he curved the spread around their bodies, but never that expanse of vulnerable skin between the tracks of his wings. He moaned as the waves of pleasure struck him over and over again. "My lord," he cried as he stretched out when the lord's hand massaged that tender space over and over again. He looked up at him and found Lord Serratin watching him with a look of surprise and wonder in his eyes. "This pleases you?" he asked. "My lord, I never knew," he arched his back and shuddered at the sensations that went through him. He felt the rings in his nipples pull as he flexed. He undulated against the hand that now controlled him, unable to move away even if he wanted to. His cock pulsed and thickened, pre-cum oozing from the slit, dripping onto the stone floor beneath his knees. The gems in the stud glittered in the beam of descending sunlight. The master didn't let up and kept massaging a particularly sensitive spot. Orion thrust his hips, some primal sense searching for a place to lodge his cock. He knew it must be the mating touch, the need to fuck without thought--something, anything to relieve the need. He gripped his cock with his own hand, felt the studded bar that claimed him the property of Lord Serratin, the owner who drew these feelings from him. His hips bucked time and time again. He drove himself higher with his own hand, pressing firmly, spreading the pre-cum over his hot flesh, making him slick, driving his passions higher. "Come, for me, sweet boy. Show me what this touching does to you." And he couldn't help himself. He shot high and far, the orgasm bursting from him in streams of hot, thick liquid. He gasped at the pleasure, the sensations of flying. Not in the physical sense, but that of his soul cut free, until finally it was drawn back as though tied to his body, as he was to the master, by some invisible cord that kept it from disappearing from view. The master removed his hand and Orion dropped to the floor on all fours, panting, trying to recover from the overwhelming sensations that he had never experienced before. He trembled in the aftermath. After a time the master handed him a cloth and he cleaned himself and the floor and then sat back on his haunches gazing up at the descending sun. Serratin sat in the chair and beckoned Orion to his side. He sat on the floor next to the master's chair. His mind was sluggish and he was sated from the experience. A goblet appeared in front of his face and he tried to focus. "Here, drink this. It will help to revive you." From past experience, he knew the master did not mean for him to take it in his hands, and he opened his mouth to accept the drink. When he was finished, Lord Serratin removed the cup and set it to the side. He reached out to fondle Orion's locks, then brushed a hand over his wing. Orion shuddered at the intimacy. "You honestly don't know a thing about your species, do you?" Lord Serratin asked.

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Orion shook his head. "Even less now than I did before. I never knew about the sensations along my vertebrae." "No one has ever touched you there before?" "No one. There has always been this inner knowledge, nothing I have consciously acknowledged, but something always kept me from exposing my back to anyone. Even the women I fucked." "But you are exposed to me." He turned to look at Lord Serratin. "Yes," he said in a low tone. "Something about you does not call forth my defensive instincts. I don't understand why." Lord Serratin smiled, as though he understood a secret that Orion was not privy to. "All in good time." Serratin continued to stroke his long black and silver feathers and Orion found it comforting. For a long time they were both silent, staring at the darkening sky above. It was a comfortable moment, and Orion felt peaceful and content. "Tomorrow I must return to my regular business. What studies have you had?" Orion looked up at him. "Studies?" "Schooling." "None, my lord. I have lived in the jungle, done as I pleased. I've learned by watching others." "You have mimicked them." "I suppose. When I would travel into the city, I would watch people and learn to adapt." Serratin's eyebrows shot up. "People saw your wings? I'm surprised you weren't captured sooner." Orion smiled. "I'm smarter than that. I usually wore a cloak and covered them. No one knew the man who traveled the streets was the birdman they heard lived in the jungle." "I'm impressed you survived for so long. It would have needed to take a great deal of intelligence and cunning to accomplish that. Particularly for as long as you have managed to elude the flesh commoditurs." He was silent for a moment before continuing. "I have plans for you." "Plans?" "Do you know how to read?" Orion shook his head. "No, but I get by." "The first thing I will do is procure a set of tutors for you. You must be educated properly." Orion looked up at him in shock. "School? I don't need that. I've gotten by just fine without knowing how to read, or to write." The master's attitude changed so quickly, Orion had no warning. He twisted a hand into Orion's hair and yanked back, forcing him to look into his hard, glittering gold eyes. "You will do as I say. Never make the mistake of thinking you have a choice. You are mine and you will do as I command." He twisted a hand in the chain attached to his nipples and Orion winced at the pain. "Do you understand me?" "Yes, my lord." He gasped, feeling the raw ache of his master's control spread through him. Just as quickly Serratin released the chain and Orion sighed in relief. "Always remember your position in my household, boy. You are my slave, and I have placed you in the position of intimate servant to my body and my personal needs, but never mistake that you have more power than that which comes from my pleasure. Do you understand?"

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"I'm sorry, my lord. It won't happen again." He had made the mistake of thinking himself free to choose, just for a moment, with his wings free, and sated from his orgasm. How could he have forgotten that he was merely a slave to this man? A disposable possession Serratin had acquired for his collection. One that the master was more than capable of selling on a whim. Simply because Orion displeased him. It didn't matter that feelings had already begun to emerge inside Orion for his master. To Serratin the birdman was simply an object of pleasure and nothing more. One he had paid well to acquire. And Orion must never forget that. He looked up to the glass dome high above. A pretty cage, but a cage nonetheless. It was not freedom, simply the illusion of it. This lord was obviously very adept at getting what he wanted from his servants--from his possessions. And making them forget they no longer had the luxury of choice. Suddenly, Orion felt the rings through his nipples and the stud in his cock more keenly than he could have imagined. They felt no different than wearing a set of chained manacles on his wrists and legs. Or when he was bound to the master's bed the first night he'd made love to Orion. How could he have forgotten that he was bought and paid for? Everything he was now belonged to this man. Even the power of life and death over him. He had used pleasure that first night to gain a hook inside Orion. He'd given him a name, made him feel human for a single moment, more than he had been before. Offered him a glimmer of humanity that didn't belong to him. He was shamed by his naiveté. "There, there, it is not so bad. Have I not treated you well since your arrival? Do you think I will not continue to do so? Obey me and all will be well." He felt Serratin's hand on his softened shaft. His other hand tilted Orion's head back and he placed a firm kiss on his lips and sank his tongue into his mouth. Unbelievably, Orion felt his shaft harden beneath the attentions, even through the shame of his position. He wanted to yell with rage at the situation he found himself in, but the passion for this owner already had him in its grip. The master rose to his feet and pulled Orion to his. Then he felt the weight of the silver netting as it was fitted over his wings, binding him once again. He was almost grateful for it because it was a constant reminder, like the adornments should have been, that he was an animal who was now owned by Lord Adolpho Serratin. Once the net was fitted, Lord Serratin led him from the tower and back to his suite. Orion knew what would come next. It was evening. Yet he understood that tonight ended the sweet period of his captivity. Tomorrow he would be firmly grounded in reality once again, no longer cushioned by the illusion of shared passion. He had no choice but to submit, at least for now. Before they left the room, the master attached a short leash to the chain between his nipples. He had not used it when they came here and he had to wonder why Serratin used it this time. Yet he thought he knew, as he followed his master down the hallway to his room, the leash pulling against the chains attached to the rings. He felt the tug just enough to remind him of his submission to this man. And a part of him knew that was exactly what Lord Serratin wanted him to feel. To understand. And to accept. Orion padded behind him with head bowed. For the first time he was ashamed of his nakedness. And the fact that he was a half-breed with his wings to prove it. He was part animal, part man. All slave. And already deeply in love with his master.

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Chapter 7: Lord Serratin's Explanation

Orion had to wonder if there was something in the sweet mead that Lord Serratin insisted he drink. He had not thought of it before, but this complacency that seemed to fall over him suddenly struck him as odd. He was a man who was used to no rules and here he was following the orders of this man without question or rebellion. Why would he do that? Why hadn't he fought harder? And his desire for the lord seemed an all-consuming thing. Or had Serratin simply bewitched him in some magical way he was not aware of? Yet there were moments of enlightenment, when his mind cleared and he looked at himself as though through the eyes of another person. Who was he? How had he become this acquiescent slave? This owned being that at the thought of losing his master, panic settled inside him as though he would die at the mere possibility. Or was this whole oasis enchanted? Because everyone here followed the orders of Lord Serratin without question, hardly a glimmer of disobedience. From the moment he had arrived here, he had not left the master's side or been out of his sight. Except for that one hour when Kasheesh had shown him about the compound. Every bit of food Orion ate came from the master's hand and he had become so used to this manner of being fed Orion had stopped thinking of it as odd. He had accepted the adornments, his nakedness, the caging of his wings with hardly an utterance of protest. He turned to gaze at the master who was just rising from the bed. He wanted to ignore his duties, but something had him rushing over with the white silk morning robe. Serratin slipped his arms inside and then turned to gaze at Orion. "Something troubles you. Tell me." He wanted to disobey, to tell Serratin it was no concern of his, but looking into his strange, mesmerizing eyes, Orion felt the presence of the rings in his nipples and the stud through his cock. The blood rushed through his body, and his penis thickened quickly. There was something about this man, something that touched Orion deeply in places he had never been touched before, and he could deny him nothing. Orion dreamed of freedom, but what was that? Was it the life he'd had before coming here? When he'd been a wild thing with no purpose, where no one had cared either way what happened to him? Whether he lived or died? This man made him feel like someone would care if he perished. When Serratin had Orion beneath him in the bed, had his master's cock entrenched deeply inside him, he made Orion's soul sing. Finally he blurted it out. "Have you drugged me? Or enchanted me in some way?" Serratin placed his hands on Orion's shoulders and turned Orion to face him. "Is that what you think? Why would you think I would need to resort to that? Have I been cruel to you in any way?" "No." He stared into the depths of the master's eyes, unable to look away, feeling as though he was falling, dizzy with the height from which he teetered. "Then why would you say that? Do you feel drugged?" "I was a free man and now I'm a slave. I loved fucking women, and now I can only see you, want you. How could I have altered so quickly? So completely?" "Without more of a struggle? Is that what you mean? Or is it that I have not forced your submission the way you expected. You maybe anticipated a beating and torture to coerce you to serve me?" Even now Orion couldn't find the energy to be angry with him, even knowing all that he did. And that he was a caged

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thing subservient to this man. "Yes, maybe. I don't know. I've only been here mere weeks and it feels like I have been here, in this life, as your slave, for eons. I should be eager to escape, be looking for a way to get out." He bowed his head. "Yet I am not. Even the thought of leaving your side sends terror through me. It's like you have wrapped this web around me and I couldn't get free if I wanted to." "I understand your fears. It is not uncommon here at Kalamadur. To set your mind at rest, I have not drugged you, nor do I plan to. I have not enchanted you. It is the peace inside me that you feel. It is the understanding I have of myself and your place in my life, in my house." He put an arm around Orion and led him to the table, pushed him into a chair and then sat on the other side. He poured himself a cup of hot jubarra coffee and then leaned back and studied Orion. "Obedience and loyalty comes more truly at the hand of a firm, yet understanding master. Cruelty breeds contempt and rebellion. I could have raped you that first night, taken you forcibly, uncaring of your pleasure and only sought my own. But that is not my way. It is one of the reasons I am called upon when negotiations come to a halt. My presence allows the discharge of the negative energies around me and is useful in halting wars and bloodshed. Do you begin to understand?" Orion nodded slowly. "I think so. I just never thought of things that way." Serratin nodded. "I will reveal to you something few people know. I see energy and it is drawn to me. I absorb the positive and deflect the negative. It is why I live here in this oasis surrounded by what might appear as desolation, cut off from civilization. It is here that I rejuvenate surrounded by those who serve me loyally." "Do all the slaves you bring here bow to your will so easily?" Serratin smiled and took a sip from his cup. "Not all. Some never understand because there is so much negative influence inside them and it draws too much on my energies. And then I must send them away." His gaze turned distant. "There are some who are sent here as spies by those who would see my demise, and when they are discovered, make no mistake, they are put to death." "But you collect things...people. There must be some that exude evil, pure and simple. What do you do with them?" "It happens rarely. Usually, like with you, I examine them myself and can detect the right energies. Sometimes, I want to add to my collections so badly, I forget myself and then there is trouble." He leaned forward. "But that isn't the case with you." He reached out to touch Orion's jaw. "With you, I knew immediately you would be perfect." Orion flushed beneath the approval of Serratin. He felt his whole body warm. "What happens if we go back to the city where all those other...energies are? Won't I change again?" Serratin gazed into his eyes and Orion could almost feel fingers touching and massaging his soul and his heart. "You will be fine," he said softly. "You know you have been changed already. You understand and with that understanding comes knowledge of your place here. Of the rightness of your position." "I'm your possession. A thing you wanted because I am the only one of my kind." Serratin leaned closer, his lips practically touching Orion's. "Do you think that was the only thing that has you here at my side? Do you really believe that?" "I don't know what to believe. I'm confused by everything. It's happened so fast." He broke his gaze away and looked down at his arms, his cock, and his chest. "These...adornments." He looked back at his master. "Every time you touch me, I feel them, do you know that? I feel the weight of imprisonment. The rings in my nipples, the stud in my cock. Left unclothed like any animal in your collection." Serratin enclosed Orion's rigid cock with a firm hand and began stroking him. Orion's heavy lids closed as he surrendered to the touch of this man. There simply was no fighting his desires. "You still have little understanding of your body, boy. You feel the weight of the adornments because part of you still attempts to fight me. Submit yourself completely and you will understand what I am saying. You are marked for your own safety. If you accompany me to the city, there are those who would see your rare beauty and try to steal you from me. I am a powerful man, and marking you is the only way to protect you. None will cross me or attempt to take what is

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mine. I protect you in this way. I have seen others stolen and never returned, eventually ending up in the mines below the city, with cruel masters, or even dead and dismembered. Is that what you want?" "No. But I have taken care of myself all this time." "But your days were numbered. Especially without your freeborn documents. You know this." If Orion were honest with himself, he knew his lord was right. Orion was lucky he wasn't simply killed when he was caught this time. Or taken directly to the mines. Serratin rose from his chair. "Have I answered your concerns?" Orion nodded. "Good. Then it is time for you to help me prepare for the day. When we are done here, I have arranged for you to work with a letters and reading tutor this morning to begin your lessons." He peered closely at him. "You will accept him?" Orion knew he had no choice. "Yes, my lord." "Excellent. I will enjoy having you read to me once you have learned. And when you become more fluent, you may assist me with my personal correspondence. Would you like that?" Again, he really had no choice. But it felt like all the wildness inside him was being tamed into subservience. Which, of course, is exactly what was taking place. A war surged inside Orion. It was a battle for soul. For his freedom. Suddenly Serratin leaned over to kiss him, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, then he pulled back and looked at him. Orion was shocked to see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "I carry a great weight on my shoulders and I need you at my side. I need your passion so that I may serve this planet. I require your loyalty. Now come.

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Chapter 8: Beneath Master's Firm Hand

Orion began the routine of the day as he had each morning over the last month. He helped Lord Serratin dress for the hunt. After Serratin left, Orion prepared himself to meet with the tutors to continue his lessons in letters and reading which were held in the library. It was near the hour when Orion was to prepare for his master's return that Kasheesh approached him. Orion noted that he held a leash in his hand and wondered what that meant. "You're to come with me, slave," he said as he attached the leash to Orion's chest chain and roughly tugged him forward. Orion glared at him. "Where are we going?" He tried to stand his ground, but the leash pulled the rings through his tits and unwillingly he followed the senticle out into the corridor. He was surprised when Kasheesh turned and walked past the dining rooms, heading to the back corridor that led to the kitchens contained in the separate building at the southwest corner of the compound. "You'll see soon enough. It's about time Master took you in hand." Kasheesh increased his pace and Orion was required to trot to keep up with Kasheesh's long, quick stride rather than have the rings torn from his nipples. Kasheesh stopped at a door in the back hallway. He pulled a heavy key ring from his belt and inserted an iron key from the assortment on the ring into the lock. The door squeaked when Kasheesh opened it. Orion felt the first fingers of misgiving trace along his spine. He'd heard gossip from others that there was a dungeon located below ground. Could that be where Kasheesh was taking him? "Wait," he said, try to halt Kasheesh's progress toward a darkened set of descending stone steps. "Why are we going here?" Kasheesh turned to look at him, a hard smile on his lips. "Master's orders, spoiled boy. Time to learn your place." He tugged on the leash and Orion had no choice but to follow him down the dangerous steps that ended in a cold, dimly lit corridor. Torches flared along the tunnel. He heard the keys jangling at Kasheesh's waist. A steady echo in the murky environment. They walked for about ten minutes, taking twists and turns until Orion had no idea where he was. He shivered in the clinging moist cold air. The musty smell filled his senses. Kasheesh stopped at a thick iron door, unlocked it, and led Orion inside. Orion's eyes widened when he saw the interior. Why had Lord Serratin wanted him brought here? There was a table with implements laid out on it. Whips and paddles of numerous varieties. Large iron rings were embedded into the stone facade and into the stone floor. There was a barred cage at one end of the room. "What is this place?" Kasheesh led him to the back wall, then turned toward him. "You've had your sweet time, loverboy. Now, welcome to the real world. This is the discipline room. A reminder of our place in the master's household. He's gone easy on you so far. Oh yes, he knows how to control us. But he never lets us forget our true place." Kasheesh yanked him forward and pushed Orion face-first against the stone wall. Within seconds he had both Orion's stretched arms bound to the iron rings above his head.

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"I'll bet you think you love him, don't you? Well, my fine birdboy, submission to the master comes with a price. We all pay it. There is no choice. And this is his way of reminding us of our position in his household." Kasheesh yanked Orion's legs apart and fastened his leg bands to rings in the floor. Then he removed the mesh from Orion's wings and tossed it aside. Orion heard the echo of Kasheesh's footsteps behind him and turned his head to try to see what was happening. He saw Kasheesh lift what looked like some sort of light metal brace. He felt Kasheesh fit it to his back, attaching a belt around his torso and upper chest, more leather straps slung over his shoulders, harnessing the brace to his back. Orion's wings were then resituated over the implement. "He had this made especially for you, slave. Master wants to be certain no damage will be done to your wings." Kasheesh made adjustments to the thing that Orion couldn't see. Orion felt something happen and his wings were forced apart, spreading wide as though he was preparing to fly. Kasheesh then went to either side and fastened the wing brace to rings in the wall, forcing Orion's wings to remain spread. Kasheesh stepped away. "I have to admit, those are some fine wings you have. I can see why he acquired you." "Why are you doing this?" "When Master comes down he'll explain everything. My job is just to get you ready. You've been lucky so far--he had to wait until the bracket could be made. Or you'd have been down here much sooner." "I haven't done anything wrong. I haven't tried to escape." Orion couldn't understand why he was here. How had he displeased Lord Serratin? "It's a reminder, and that's all I can tell you." And then the room was swept into darkness as Kasheesh placed a black mask over his eyes. Orion felt a long, slender protrusion resting over the bridge of his nose. A quick glance before it had been fitted and he realized the projection looked more like the beak of a bird. He struggled against darkness, tried to retract his wings, but he was fitted too closely and there was no way for him to move. "There, there," Kasheesh said. "I doubt it will be as bad as you think. Master is not cruel, but he is demanding and makes sure we all know our place." "What's going to happen to me?" It was the unknown that frightened Orion. The feeling that he had no control over whatever was about to occur. With his wings spread, his legs splayed, and his arms bound, he was vulnerable. Perhaps more vulnerable than he had ever felt before, even when he'd first been taken by the flesh commoditurs. "Be thankful, Birdwalker. Master won't let anyone else touch you. That's very unusual. It will be him who administers the required discipline. And only him. I don't know if one would call that lucky or not." "What punishment?" "That's for the master to determine. You will be left in this place now. He may come in an hour, a day, maybe several days. It will be at his pleasure, not yours. Always remember that and you will do well in the master's household." "Wait." Orion heard the echo of Kasheesh's footsteps and then the squeak of the door as he closed it, and finally the turn of the key in the lock. And then Orion was alone in such a way as he had never been before. He shivered as the cold spread through him. His arms began to ache, his cock shriveled with fear of the unknown. There was silence and darkness all around him. How long would he be left here? What if Lord Serratin forgot he was down here? What if Kasheesh lied and the master thought he'd run away? Orion was trapped with no way out. He panicked and began to struggle against the bonds that held him, but they wouldn't yield. He was truly at the mercy of whatever the master chose for him, even letting him die in this place.

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He heard his own breaths, the pounding of his heart. Water dripped, the echo loud and reverberating over and over again. A man could go crazy if left down here alone for too long. It seemed like hours later he heard the turn of a key in the lock and the door squealed open and then shut, echoing in the darkness. "Who's there?" Orion asked. Whoever it was, Orion was at their mercy. He stiffened when a hand touched his back--that vulnerable portion of flesh that evinced pleasure. The hand stroked down his vertebrae. It was a touch he recognized. "Master?" Orion shivered as the fingertips drizzled along his spine. He shuddered and his cock began to swell. The stroke of the hand moved up and down in a soothing pattern. Orion felt himself relaxing, the tense muscles easing as he yielded to the sensations. The strokes stopped and he waited. Still no words had passed. The person touching him still hadn't identified himself. And then there was a different touch, soft, like fur stroked over that sensitive region of his back. It was such a pleasurable feeling. Luxuriant and intoxicating. The furred hand gripped his cock, stroking up and down his length, making it thicken even more. "I control everything about you, slave. Every emotion, every sensation. You live, you breathe by my command. Your pleasure comes from my hand. Your pain will come from my hand." The furred hand left him just as he was about to orgasm, and a whoosh of breath fled his lungs. He knew the voice. And then something hard touched his ass, stroking across his flesh. "Discipline, slave. You, who are closest to me are even more susceptible to forget, to cross the line, to assume what is not yours to assume." And then Orion felt the first bit of the leather paddle as it struck him. It sent sensations through him that he hadn't expected. Pain exploded and spread out, while pulsing desire flowed hot and aching. The paddle hit him again, swirled across his ass, then lifted away. Gods above, what was happening? The hot, firm strokes of the paddle continued. Over his ass, at the backs of his thighs. Again and again and again. Not fast, quick strikes. They were long and drawn out. Six strikes, three to each cheek. A spread of something slick and fragrant was smoothed over his flaming cheeks. Six more strikes and he felt like he was somewhere else, flying high. A furred hand stroked over his cock. The feeling so different from the burning in his ass. "Pain or pleasure--both emotions belong to me, slave. Give them to me. Show me your passion." Tears slipped from beneath the mask, sobs and groans mixed and collided. Sensation of pleasure and pain streaked through him. "Master," he cried out as he thrust his hips, seeking relief. He was thoroughly bound, so completely beneath the control of this man. So completely belonging to him. Six more strokes with the paddle and then the hand surrounded his cock. He exploded, pulsing with his climax, bucking and crying, screaming with the release. Panting, trying to catch his breath. Master was right. Orion belonged to him, every breath owned by this man. Orion was shocked by his responses to Serratin. Shocked that he had come so hard from the combined sensations of arousal and pain that still quaked through him.

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A bare hand stroked along his back, making him shudder, causing his body to burn for more. "There, there, my beautiful slave. You've done well for your first session." Did that mean there would be more? "I'm pleased at how well the brace held up. I must compliment the metal smith. Release him and carry him back to my apartments. Handle him gently." Orion heard footsteps. Then the mask was removed from his eyes and he blinked rapidly. He was disoriented, unable to remember exactly where he was. He just knew his body throbbed hot and aching from what had just taken place. One man supported him as two others carefully removed the wing brace and unhooked him from the wall. Boneless, he couldn't hold himself up, and he collapsed into the arms of the guards who surrounded him. One guard supported him as another refastened the delicate chain to bind his wings. Two of the men supported him as they took him from the room, lifted him up the stairs and back into the light. He had to shut his eyes against the brightness. He turned his head away, felt himself lifted and practically carried down the corridor back to the master's apartments. They laid him on his stomach on the master's bed. Orion couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. It felt like his spirit hovered just above the bed, as though he no longer felt his body. He heard a noise and it took every ounce of strength to turn his head. He saw Lord Serratin enter the room, pulling on a gold robe as he walked toward Orion. Serratin poured some oil into his hands and then proceeded to massage Orion's shoulders, arms, and legs. Orion turned his head to watch as Serratin bent to a bowl on the table, washed his hands and dried them, then picked up another bottle, pouring something white and creamy into his hands. Orion jumped when Master smoothed the cool salve over Orion's ass and buttocks. "This will help with the pain." Orion felt as though he had been bled dry. He still didn't understand why it had happened. What had he done to deserve the discipline? Lord Serratin again washed his hands and then dried them. He got on the bed and pulled Orion into his arms. The touch was tender and made Orion want to cry at the sweet feeling that spread through him. He clutched his master close. "Discipline is a necessary part of any well run household, Orion. You will come to understand and appreciate that." "What did I do wrong?" "You have done nothing wrong. I have found it is best to remind my possessions of their place. They become too...familiar and forget their position if they aren't reminded. It is a necessity." The pain in Orion's body slowly began to diminish. Maybe from the salve that Serratin had used on him. Or maybe his words, or his hands as they stroked over his body. He felt softened, so very vulnerable after what had taken place. So ready to please his lord. So owned. So needy to submit. He looked up at Serratin. In this moment Serratin had never seemed more powerful to Orion. A god whom he would do anything to satisfy. Even with the pain wracking his body, he moved out of Serratin's arms and down his body. Slowly, he opened the master's robe and found his cock hard and pulsing. He sucked him into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the swelled knob. He licked up and down the broad staff, tasting him, drawing the passion from him.

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Anything to please his master. Orion felt his master's fingers in his hair, winding the thick locks around his fingers, drawing his head down. Orion inhaled the fragrant scent of Serratin. To please Serratin was the only thought in his mind. "My beautiful Orion, jewel of my collection. How much you please me." The sense of euphoria that spread over Orion at Serratin's words was almost too much. Orion's sole purpose at this moment was to give as much of himself as he could to this man. In all ways. Yielding himself body and soul, offering himself completely. Nothing mattered beyond service to Master. Nothing.

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Chapter 9: Kasheesh And Orion Come To An Agreement

Orion settled into his new duties as intimate servant to Lord Serratin. Maybe too easily. Even the discipline Serratin administered made Orion love his master even more deeply, drawing him beneath the thrall of his power. He still looked to the sky and yearned for freedom, but each day it seemed to flitter farther and farther away. And the passion he felt for his master seemed to loom larger, swallowing him whole. Today his ass still burned from the most recent discipline administered. He was softened, as usually happened, after the demanding sessions with Lord Serratin. He felt the rings, the silver bands more keenly after time in the dungeon below ground. And he loved his master more passionately. His moments beneath the master's control drew Orion more completely within the mantle of slavery, embracing captivity in a way he had never expected. But then he'd never been in love before. Never felt like he belonged someplace in the world. Not like here, at Kalamadur. Sometimes, when he remembered his time in the jungle, it was difficult for him to relate that wild, unfocused thing he had been to the domesticated creature he had become in the months he'd been at Kalamadur. Time and the master's strong yet seductive hand had changed him. "Come with me, Birdwalker. The master has arranged for you to be measured and fitted by the tailor today." Orion looked at Kasheesh in surprise. "Fitted?" He had stopped wondering about whether he would ever be allowed to wear clothing again. He had asked Lord Serratin once about clothing, but had been told he would be clothed when the master deemed the time was right. Orion had grown used to his position in the household, to the fact that most times he wore only the blush of his master's hand together with the silver decorations and bands that covered his body. "I don't have all day, Birdwalker. Let's go, the tailor is waiting." Orion had been at work in the master's garden and rose to his feet. He cleaned himself up and then accompanied Kasheesh out of the master's apartments and down the corridor. "You know, Birdwalker, when Lord Serratin leaves Kalamadur to attend to his business you will be left behind. It would be in your best interests to align yourself with others before that happens." Orion glanced over at Kasheesh. The senticle's eyes were on Orion, studying him closely. Orion attempted to smooth his expression. He couldn't have been here for months and not known that there was a certain pecking order to the servants and slaves in Kalamadur. He hadn't thought too much about it since rarely did the master allow him out of his sight. At least until recently. He also knew Kasheesh was right in that without friends--without alliances--he would be vulnerable when the master left the oasis when called to duty. Things could not always be as they were now. "What is it you are suggesting?" Orion did not want to commit to anything. He could not betray the master. But he would need friends when left to his own devices when the master was gone. Kasheesh stopped walking and turned to Orion. He lifted a hand to stroke it across Orion's jaw. "Let me think on it. Leave it to me, Birdwalker. I'll take care of you." The catman's topaz eyes narrowed and Orion could almost feel the sharp penetration of his teeth through his skin. The

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birdman knew he would have to step carefully if he wanted to survive. There were traps in a household such as this. They didn't come from the desert, but from the hierarchy of servants within. He knew he had to tread with caution. "And what will you expect in return?" "We don't need to talk of that now. But don't worry, we'll come to a mutually agreeable relationship. All in good time. It's good that you realize the value of friendship, Birdwalker. When the time comes, you'll be presented with an opportunity to cement our liaison." Kasheesh turned away and strode down the hallway. Orion scented danger, strong and sickening in the air. Kasheesh stopped and turned to look at him. "Well, come on. The tailor is waiting." Orion hurried to catch up with the menagerie senticle. The man had power over all of the master's possessions. There were few in the household who had more control than Kasheesh. Orion had to wonder what liaisons Kasheesh had made to get where he was. "How long have you been senticle of the menagerie?" Orion asked. "Ten years." "Who held the position before you?" Kasheesh looked at Orion. It was a dangerous look that tried to peer into Orion's soul. "I've made good choices in my time with the master. When Lord Serratin first acquired me, I was set for the maul pits by my owner. Lord Serratin saw me being prepared for my first fight and offered my master a large sum to acquire me for himself." "You're a trained mauler?" Orion had heard of public arena maulings that took place. Of half-breeds set against other half-breeds. When he'd been captured his first thought was that he might be sent to the maul pits--as bait. Thankfully, he was not. "I was trained as one," Kasheesh answered him. "I would have thought Lord Serratin would have found you a more...aggressive position considering your training." In Orion's opinion maulers would not domesticate well from what he had heard of their barbaric training. "I fought my way to the position I hold. The master first purchased me as a hunter-tracker. I used my intellect to get where I am. One can rise above their slotted stations if they are smart enough to make the right choices." "Why a house servant? Why not part of the guard?" "To learn, one must be on the inside. Freedom is always just beyond our reach. But one day..." "You want to be free?" "I was free once, just as you were. One wrong decision is the difference between captivity and freedom. One right door opening is the difference between freedom and death. I'm waiting for the right door." They walked on for several minutes, Orion deep in thought, his mind churning. Suddenly, he knew what he wanted. "Teach me, Kasheesh." Kasheesh pivoted around to look at him. "Teach you what?" "To fight." The catman laughed. "You can't be serious. A pampered birdboy like you learning to fight? You're made for the master's bedroom, not the battlefield. Much too pretty to be wielding weapons."

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Orion lifted his chin and set his jaw. "Tell me what you want in return. I want to learn technique. I survived in the jungles by instinct, but you have training. I want you to teach me." Kasheesh sobered. "You're serious. You want to learn to maul?" Orion nodded. Who knew what was in his future or where he'd end up? The master wanted his intelligence honed by the best tutors. And he exercised with body trainers each day. But real self-defense wasn't high on the priority list. For the master. But for Orion, some instinct told him he needed to be able to defend himself on a more basic level as well. And Kasheesh was the man to do it. "Yes. Will you teach me?" Kasheesh eyed him closely. His topaz gaze bored into Orion. "And what will you give me in return?" Orion met his gaze steadily. "What is it you want from me? I have little of value. Everything I have belongs to Lord Serratin." He looked down at his body. "The only thing that belongs to me is my body." Kasheesh studied him for a long time. His gaze sifting over Orion from head to toe and then slowing sliding back up again until his eyes met Orion's. A small feral smile rose to his lips. "And a fine body it is. A bit more toning wouldn't hurt you. How much pain can you stand, birdboy? It isn't playing we'd be doing." Something shifted inside Orion as he looked into Kasheesh's eyes. "I have found I have quite a tolerance for pain," his words were quietly spoken. "More so than I would have expected." He could not bring himself to voice the fact that it wasn't simply a tolerance. In fact, in the discipline sessions with the master, he had found he reveled in the discovery of his threshold. It seemed his desire for the pain rose higher and higher with each session. Maybe a lesson or two with Kasheesh would dampen his anticipation for the sessions of discipline with the master. Each day Orion learned something new about himself. And on some of those days he feared what he was becoming, just as much as he became more devoted to his master. Orion saw the understanding in Kasheesh's eyes. "Yes, I understand. Sometimes we discover a darkness inside ourselves we never realized existed. Needs that are peeled from us. I discovered just how dark it could go when I was training as a mauler." "So, you will teach me?" Kasheesh slowly nodded. "I will teach you. And in return you will teach me." "Teach you what?" "Letters. You will teach me letters." Orion's eyes opened wide. "You don't know how to read or write?" "No. Maulers, nor hunter-trackers for that matter, need to know how to read. But I know you are learning to do so. As you are taught, you will teach me." "And the master?" "If it is found out that any of this discussion has taken place, we could both be punished severely. Only the master deems what we should know or not know. At his pleasure. Do you understand that we are breaking the laws of Serratin?" Orion sucked in air. It was a huge chance he was taking by making this agreement with Kasheesh. And there was always the chance that Kasheesh would use it against him with Lord Serratin. "I understand."

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"Very well. We will talk more of this later, but now," he stopped at a door. "The tailor already has instructions. Lord Serratin has spared no expense on outfitting you as befits the intimate servant to such a powerful leader." Kasheesh's eyes now seemed to speak of secrets shared. He pushed the door open and stepped back, indicating that Orion should enter. "You know the way back when you are finished." Without another word he pivoted around and left Orion standing there. Orion's heart thumped hard against his chest. What had he just done? It felt like he'd made a deal with a gray ghostdemon, like those lurking in the mists at midnight in the black desert waiting to steal souls. Taking a deep breath and trying to clear his thoughts, he stepped into the room. A short man was seated at a trundled sewing machine working on some sort of glittery fabric. "Tailor?" Orion said. The small man turned to look at him. Wire-rimmed spectacles rode low on his bulbous nose. "Well, it's about time. I expected you fifteen minutes ago. You know I'll have to report your lateness to Lord Serratin." Orion nodded. He wished he could feel some concern for what that would mean. But instead, he felt a rush of heat spread through him at the thought of the intimacy of a discipline session with the master. No, he did not feel repentant for arriving late at the tailor's. In fact, if he had thought about the possible consequences, he might have delayed longer. "I'm sorry, Tailor. I was unaware that I was to attend you until just a short time ago." Tailor rose from his chair and smoothed down the brown apron he wore. "Never mind, never mind. Let's get started." He motioned to the other side of the room. "Those are the garments we are working on for Lord Serratin's slave." He squinted up at Orion. "I assume that would be you." "I am Orion, Lord Serratin's intimate servant." "Yes. All right then." His small, beady eyes surveyed Orion. The look and size of the tailor made Orion think of a large rat. Tailor couldn't be more than four feet tall. "Yes, it figures. Now I understand why all the feathers." He limped over to the table. He stroked a wizened hand over the swath of plumage that rested on the table. "These are for me?" There were shirts and armbands and pants. Some made of what looked like leathers, others of silk, and even more made with feathers of white and gray and black and silver. "How did you manage to gather enough feathers to create all of these?" "We have our ways. My kind are quite adept at gathering what we need for our crafts." Orion looked closer at him. Tailor looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place him. "What kind are you exactly?" Tailor chuckled. "Of the preconize type." "Preconize?" "You know, conjured. Summoned from the land beyond. By a black wizard, actually. Then when he was destroyed, we ended up on the auction block." "So, you're slaves? Why weren't you freed when the wizard was vanquished?" "It doesn't happen with us. Prisns, once called, can't be uncalled. We simply go from one master to the next. There are no freeborn papers for our kind." "Forever?" "That's the way of it. There's some magic that can't be undone. The wizard could have undone us, but he's dead. Once he died, the door back was sealed shut. No return."

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"And so now you're here." "Serratin's better than some. He doesn't ask the impossible. At least for the most part. Could be worse--a lot worse. And he treats us well as long as we deliver." "Like now." Tailor nodded. "Like now. It took a while to find the feathers, but we did it." "How many are you?" "Three. Only three. Guess you wouldn't want many more. Three Prisns. Three tasks. Only three per day mind you, but sometimes that's more than enough." "Is that one task each per day?" "No, no, no. Three Prisns, three tasks. No saving up either. Don't use them, you lose them." Orion could only shake his head. The number and variety of creatures at Kalamadur was amazing. More and more he felt a strange sense of pride in belonging to Lord Serratin. "I'm going to take your measurements and then you've got to see Axal." "Axal?" "My brother. He deals with the accessories." "Like what?" Tailor frowned up at him. "For you? Tail feathers for one thing." That caught Orion by surprise. "Tail feathers?" "Exactly. Lord Serratin was very specific. And then you'll have to see Fozel. He's doing your footwear. Face it, you'll be here for a while." Clothing, accessories, footwear. Orion had never expected it. Of course, the master probably thought there was no need to inform him. Possessions had no say in what they wore, so why would he inform Orion of the fitting? After months of routines that involved only Orion and his master, suddenly he was discovering so much more to existence in Kalamadur. So many subtleties. So many possible traps. As he stood on the stool so Tailor could measure him, he thought about Kasheesh. How deep might those traps be? And what would happen if he stepped into one?

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Chapter 10: Lord Serratin's Plans

A year of service to Lord Serratin and a year of change for Orion. Lessons to expand his mind, rich clothing to enhance his form, pleasures of the body beyond any imagining. Orion's body was now finely tuned, muscles honed through maulings with Kasheesh, his mind and intellect challenged through lessons with the tutors, pleasures magnified through passion and discipline with his beloved master. Orion wanted for nothing. Except one thing. Glimmers of yearnings at remembered, untamed freedoms taunted him less and less. What was freedom anyway? Happiness and joy for Orion came through the hands of his master. Through submission to the man who had become his whole world. Pain and pleasure, service and possession. Lord Serratin was Orion's sun, moon, and stars. The axis around which everything at Kalamadur revolved. Peace and prosperity, solitude and passion. Was there a more perfect world than this? "Are you read, my pretty boy?" Master's voice washed over him as Orion hung in the dungeon awaiting his master's pleasure. Orion's whole body was awash with need, with anticipation. Wings confined and spread, blindfolded and bound. Spread for Master's pleasure. He felt the taste of the crop as Master stroked the tip down his spine. He shuddered in anticipation of feeling the heat across his ass. How many times would Master strike him tonight? Master wielded such an expert hand. He knew Orion so well, brought him to heights that even Orion had never thought to soar. The aviary brought peace and solitude, but this place, far below the earth, brought Orion to another form of dark ecstasy. "Axal made this one. I set the little Prisn one task and one task only last week. To create the perfect implement of discipline for my precious possession." Master's lips were against Orion's ear, moist, hot breath sifting across his cheek. The tip of the crop breathed with the anticipation of fire and heat down his back. His cock soared to attention, surged tall, mushroomed thick and hard. Master wedged the flattened tip between Orion's cheeks, tapped it at his opening. Then he drew it between his legs, dancing at his scrotum. Orion shuddered--equal parts dread and desire bathing his senses. "I've never had a slave such as you, who took equal pleasure in discipline and passion." "Only with you, Master. Only with you. I've never known such harmony in body and mind as at your hand." "We shall see, dear heart. We shall see." Orion stiffened as the first crack of the implement stung across his ass. There were unexpected sensations. Like a stunted tuning fork, he absorbed the pain, sucking it into his body. Yet the echoing reverberations of pain did not quake through him. Master struck again, and as if a fragile absorption tower resided inside him, another wave of pain was absorbed with the first. What did it mean? Waiting inside him, the pain was carefully balanced like a ballet dancer poised on his toes. Waiting for the right cadence to fly free, so he could spin and jump into the air. Master whispered in his ear. "You will feel the heart of pain at my command and not before. Feel the magic of Axal's creation. Anticipate what will be yours when I give the command." Each slash of the crop, deadened with just an arrow of sensation, joined those before it, buried inside Orion like a Demon's box waiting to be opened.

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There would be no wave of pain that would subside to a dull throb before the next blow. That was the magic wound into the implement that Axal had created. Orion couldn't even begin to imagine the level of pain he would experience before the session ended and Master allowed the dam to burst. Time and again Master brought the crop down over his flesh, and Orion shivered with the thought of what was in store for him when it was over. Right now his body almost seemed numb to the repeated flayings of the crop. Enclosed in darkness, bound so tightly, all he could do was wait at Master's pleasure for the pain to be loosed. A hand stroked his hair and brushed across his wings. It flattened against his lower spine, pressing at the bow of his lower back. Heat brought to life. "Feel it, Orion, feel it now." And as surely as there had been none, now the pain soared like the rays of the sun beating down upon the desert at sunrise. Wave after wave of undulating pain surged through Orion's body. He gasped and cried out as the first wave shot like a jolt of lightning through him head to toe. But there was no surcease as the sensations built and built inside him, rocking against the boundaries of his flesh, magnifying. He stiffened and finally the screams of agony tore from his throat. Throwing his head back, the scream burst free like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its path. Scream after scream, the froth of agony drowned the room as he was tossed and thrown by the lacerating sensations coursing through his body. He embraced it, fought through it, bowed to its domination for what seemed like hours. And then, as the sharp edge finally began to blur, he felt Master's hand surround his cock, surging over him like the sweet wash of ocean waves against a sandy shore, drawing him beyond the pain and into another realm, one that merged sensations into pleasure, driving him higher and higher. Soaring beyond the sky, flying aloft, outside of his body. "Yes, yes." He laughed with delight and then his body shattered as he orgasmed, taking pain and pleasure and twisting and shaping something wholly new from the raging sensations claiming him. Again, the pleasure was drawn from him, like honeyed milk from a teat. Agonizingly slow and sweet. He saw brilliant stars, racing comets, and bright moonbeams shooting across a back void. He reached out to touch the icy heat, to claim the brilliance for himself. He never wanted it to end. He yearned to stay in this place forever. A wet sponge was placed against his lips and he sucked the precious liquid from it, swallowing the cool rejuvenating fluid into his mouth. "Master," he whispered, his throat torn from endless screaming. "I'm here, Orion. I'm right here." "Thank you, Master. I've never felt so..." his voice died away. He turned to suck more fluid from the sponge. "More what, sweet boy?" Orion licked his lips. How to voice the expanse of feeling that he was filled with right now? It was too much and overflowing and he felt the tears gather in his eyes. Love overflowed and filled every crevice of his body. How loose, how fluid. Like he could simply separate his soul from his body and fly away. And he had Master to thank for this rapture. "Free, Master. You have set me free." **** Orion awoke in his master's bed, lying on his stomach. He felt boneless and at peace. So sublimely content with his position in life. He smiled. "Well, at last you're awake." Lord Serratin sat down next to him, concern in his eyes. He brushed the hair back from Orion's face. "I've had a bath prepared for us. When you're ready we'll make use of it."

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"I don't think I can move at all. It feels like none of my muscles would respond even if I asked. That crop..." He wasn't certain exactly what he wanted to ask. "It's in a safe place. I've given Axal a special reward for his craft on it. Apparently it far surpassed what even I expected. You take to pain as eagerly as you take to pleasure, my sweet." Orion finally got up the energy to reach out to grasp his master's hand. "Only with you, my lord. It is by your hand only that I receive happiness, both through pain and through pleasure. I love you, Master." Lord Serratin stared at him for a long moment with a look that Orion couldn't quite interpret. And then he smiled down at him. "Are you strong enough to rise?" Orion gathered his strength and slowly rose from the bed. He was surprised to realize he felt little pain, just a slight ache. Less than was usually the case after a discipline session with the master. He looked at Lord Serratin. "It's different. Very different." Serratin nodded. "As it should be." The pain was more centered deep inside Orion rather than flesh pain. "Part of the magic woven into the crop. It was to increase the intensity without marring your beautiful body. Each session you've needed more. Did you think I couldn't tell or that I didn't know what you required to gain the plateau you sought?" "I didn't know myself." "I assumed that was the case." He leaned forward and kissed Orion. "But I did, sweet." Serratin took Orion's hand and led him into the bathing room. He stripped off his robe and then helped Orion into the water. It was Master who bathed Orion. "Relax. You've just been through a rather strenuous exercise." Orion eased back against the edge of the oval tub and closed his eyes. "I should be bathing you, Master. Not the other way around." "When you've recovered you may do so. But for now, just relax." Master's hands were all over Orion's body, stroking and cleansing him, dipping into secret places. Orion's thoughts floated, enjoying the sensations as the warm water lapped against his body, the soft sponge surging and cleansing him. It wasn't long before arousal began to build inside him. And just like in the dungeon, Lord Serratin seemed to know what Orion needed. Serratin leaned over to kiss him, a light press of his lips to Orion's, stroking his tongue over Orion's lips. Orion melted beneath his touch, yearning for more. Revived and ready to please his master, his arms came up to draw his master closer, pressing his hard, slick body against Orion's need. "Take me, Master. Take me." Serratin looked down at him and Orion fell into the swirling golden sea of his gaze, again floating in a surging whirlpool of passion. Serratin separated his thighs and reached between their bodies to tease at Orion's opening. "You want this?" Orion's arms tightened. "I want you, Master. Take me." Serratin apparently needed no second request, his rigid cock pressed into Orion's opening and Orion sighed at the possession. Nothing mattered but to be possessed by his master. His ass burned as Serratin drove deeper. And Orion welcomed the friction of his entrance. He surged upward and Serratin sank deeper. Again, pain and pleasure danced together, whirling in a dizzying desire as Serratin possessed him.

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Serratin's lips crashed down over Orion's, his tongue driving between his lips as his cock plunged into Orion's orifice. Serratin's fingers pressed into Orion's flesh; water surged and slapped against Orion's body. He had to reach out to grip the edge of the tub and hold on as he bowed his body to Serratin's. Long, deep strokes broke Orion apart. He tasted Serratin's climax, sucked at his groan, lapping it up with his tongue as mouths fastened together and bodies welded in pleasure. The feeling of completeness was almost more than Orion could stand. Too much and never enough. Serratin had instilled a need inside Orion that was buried so deep he knew he would die without Serratin. The depth of his feeling for this master who owned him body and soul frightened Orion and he gripped his master closer. Hours later, Orion lay wrapped in his master's arms in the darkness of night. Serratin's hand stroking down his back soothed Orion. "I have been called back to Bendar. There are major contracts to negotiate. I can't put it off any longer." It was a death knell. Orion had known it would come, but like this, so unexpected, it caught him off guard. A different sort of pain gripped him. There was a long silence before Orion could think of something to say. He was afraid to move. "When do you leave, Master?" The ache of separation was already beginning to burrow inside Orion. "In two weeks." "So soon." Panic rose inside Orion and he pressed closer to Serratin. "I am taking you with me." The breath caught in Orion's chest. He couldn't have heard what he thought he had. "To Bendar? I'm going with you?" "I have thought about it for a long time. I can use your services. This will be a very delicate negotiation and I have heard rumblings of betrayals. The two groups are not peaceful societies. I will need your help." Orion raised his head and tried to pierce the darkness to see Serratin's face. "What it is you require of me?" "It will be a difficult trip. Bendar is not Kalamadur. It is survival of the strongest, the smartest, there will be demands that you may not understand. But I must be able to count on your loyalty. And your help." Bendar. And the jungle so close Orion would be able to smell the intoxicating scent of freedom. He inhaled deeply and it was the scent of Serratin that filled his lungs. He might be tamed and trained, but would it last once he was back in the city and close to his own hunting ground? "You will be challenged in Bendar, Orion. You will be tempted. It will not be easy. But I am confident you are up to the task. I need you by my side. I don't want to train someone new to attend me." The thought that he would not have to stay in Kalamadur without Lord Serratin and that his master wanted Orion to accompany him made Orion feel some sense of pride at his master's faith in him. "I will do whatever you want, Master. I am yours." Serratin pulled him back down against his hard chest. "We will be faced with many challenges, I would not take you with me if I didn't think you could handle it. I would leave you here where it's safe. Maybe I am selfish, I don't know, but I must have you with me." Orion cuddled closer to Serratin. He would not be left behind. For now that had to be enough. Master needed him and he would do what he must to serve him in Bendar.

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Orion tried to quash the memories of the jungle. And what the taste of freedom had once been. He was different now, the possession of a great man, tamed and trained to serve him--in all ways. It was enough. Wasn't it?

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PART II: CITY OF INTRIGUE Chapter 11: Return To Bendar City

More than a year ago, when Orion had first arrived at the compound, caged and bound, it was done with little ceremony. Two vehicles had transported the wild thing from Bendar City to Kalamadur Oasis. This time, preparation for the return to Bendar City appeared much more involved and ceremonious. Lord Serratin would be traveling to the city in his role as Planet Mediator and as such must be accompanied by numerous guards as well as attendants from his household. Apparently, from what Orion could see from the number of trunks and household items that were packed, it looked like it would be an extended stay. Orion was outfitted with a new wardrobe. The first indication that something was about to change in his relationship with the master were the sets of jeweled collars and matching leashes for which he was measured. Other than that first instance in the aviary, Lord Serratin had not used a leash on Orion within the compound. It caused Orion some level of uneasiness about the trip to Bendar. When they finally left, Orion noted that there were at least ten land vehicles in the caravan that carried them across the barren desert. Gleaming silver vehicles. Ten guards were in the first vehicle, Master rode in the second one, along with three armed bodyguards, and Orion, together with the remainder of Serratin's personal household staff and another contingent of guards, were transported in the remaining passenger vehicles. Equipment and trunks with clothing followed in heavy-duty transport vehicles. Orion was quite impressed by the magnificence of the convoy as they traveled through the desert. This was a far different trip than what he had experienced coming from Bendar. Even his mindset was different. He had to wonder what he would find at the other end, how things might have changed since the time he had been captured and sold to Lord Serratin. Would he see things differently now that he had been tamed? As the vehicles moved over the terrain, the chain at his chest swayed with the rhythm. He reached up to touch the new silver collar embedded with red and gold desert sapphires, etched with his master's name. The colors of Serratin's desert household. Then he gazed down at the tight tan leather leggings that stretched over his thighs, down to the soft boots that covered his feet, riding up the length of his calf and ending just below his knees. Master had inspected him thoroughly before they left and Orion had received his approval. "We will both be on display once we arrive in the city, Orion. Things will not be as they have been thus far with us. My image before these people can be detrimental to the success of the negotiations. There will be those who want to see the mediation fail." "Why, my lord? Won't it be beneficial to the whole planet if these two societies can come to an agreement?" Serratin had spoken with him only slightly about the upcoming negotiations. As Lord Serratin's intimate servant, it was important Orion at least understand the dynamics and importance of what would take place in Bendar. "There are those, especially who trade on the black market, who would like to see continued war between the Sa-Lish and the Kov'al. This has been long coming and the negotiations will be intricate and difficult." "I will do what I can to assist you, my lord." Orion knew his duty to his master, but he didn't know exactly what would be expected in Bendar. Serratin touched his shoulder. "I know you will, Orion. Be very careful in Bendar. Remember that no one is your friend.

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They will try to use you against me and do anything they can to thwart the negotiations. I'm taking a chance by allowing you to accompany me." His eyes studied Orion. "I'm trusting in your loyalty." "I am loyal, my lord. I would die before I would betray you." "I would like to believe that, Orion. Your loyalty will be put to the test. I must do what I can to ensure these negotiations are successful. And I'm counting on you to help me." Orion saw some uncertainty in Lord Serratin's eyes. It was a look he was unaccustomed to seeing on his master's face. "Trust no one, Orion. Things will be different in Bendar." "In what way, my lord?" He looked as though he was about to speak, but then just shook his head. Orion wondered what he had meant to say. "Just follow my lead and don't ask questions. Do exactly as I tell you." His golden eyes pierced Orion. "They would not understand the...nature of our relationship. The true intimacy of it. You cannot let them see into your heart, do you understand? They will destroy both of us if you let them inside. Relationships such as ours, between master and slave, are not accepted in the outside world. Especially for a man of my stature." "You mean I am not to act as your intimate servant?" Orion wasn't quite certain he understood exactly what the master was trying to say to him. "No, you will still serve me in that capacity. I think it is best if I wait. You are an intelligent man; you will understand when we arrive in Bendar. Just follow my orders as always and keep your counsel to yourself. There are ears everywhere. Do not let your inner thoughts be known, no matter what they are. Do you understand? Bendar is a dangerous city. One wrong word could see us both on the executioner's block." "Yes, my lord." Orion, as a wild thing of the jungles, had never been subjected to the political intrigues of the city. He'd done as he pleased and cared nothing for what others thought or did. But this was different. Lord Serratin's life could be at stake if he said one wrong word. The knowledge Orion had gained through the tutors and education over the last year had changed him. He could never go back to the man he'd once been-a free and wild thing of the jungle. Yes, he was an owned possession now, trained to serve one man. The problem in that was that he loved this master. Serratin was a man who commanded Orion's passions in ways that even Orion didn't understand himself. Looking down at himself as they rode in the vehicle, he realized just how much he had been reshaped from that wild thing of the jungle. What more about himself was he going to discover in Bendar City? What impact would it have upon him when he once again encountered the jungle he had considered his home for so many years? Was he strong enough to deny the part of his wild nature that still called for freedom? As he turned his attention to the scenery outside the vehicle, he saw the shining towers of Bendar City ahead of them. After long days of travel, they had finally arrived. His heart thumped in his chest. They entered the lush, green jungle that surrounded the city and he clenched his fists as he gazed with longing at the place of freedom he had once known. He felt the collar surrounding his neck, the weight of the chains on his bare chest. He pressed a hand against his clothed groin, sensing the presence of the jeweled bar piercing the head of his cock. What awaited him in the city? An hour later, near sunset, the caravan pulled into the courtyard in the more elite part of the city. Crystal domes spired high into the darkening sky as the first three vehicles pulled up to the front steps, while the rest drove past them, apparently headed toward another part of the grounds. The servants got out of the car and stood in line, waiting for orders from their master. As Lord Serratin stepped from the second silver vehicle, a man with loose long black hair and wearing a green and white robe stepped through the doorway and hurried down the gold marble steps. "At last you are here, Adolpho," he greeted Lord Serratin. "Everything is ready, just as you requested." The two men clasped arms in the way of nobles greeting each other.

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"It's been a long time, Rollan." "You stay in that black desert too long. Everyone thought you might have been swallowed up by the sand demons." Lord Serratin laughed. "Not at all." He turned his head to look at Orion. Orion didn't think he'd ever seen such coldness in his lord's eyes before. "Just busy training my new acquisition to my hand." Lord Rollan followed Serratin's gaze and his eyes widened. "So the rumors are true then. You are the one who purchased the wild thing from the jungles. Most of us thought he was a tale made up by the women. So, he's real?" Serratin walked to where Orion stood and Lord Rollan followed him. He stopped before Orion. It was as though a mask had settled over his expression as his brilliant, sharp eyes bore into Orion. "Step forward, Birdwalker, so that our host, Lord Rollan DeMarque, may examine you." Even Serratin's words sent a shiver down Orion's spine. This was not the voice of the lord he had come to know. There was no element of warmth in his command. But Orion remembered his master's words before leaving Kalamadur Oasis. Follow my orders. And thus that is what he did, feeling vulnerable and alone as he stepped away from the others of Serratin's household, a possession put on display for Lord Rollan. The lord walked around him, studying him closely. A hand reached out to stroke the chained feathers of a wing. "By the demon's balls, he's real." He stepped around in front of Orion, then looked at Serratin. "Is he human sentient?" Orion saw a look of pride on Serratin's face. "He is quite intelligent and learns quickly. I've had him tutored and he's taken to the process quite well." "I'm surprised you took the time to school him. What role does he hold in your household?" "Intimate servant. He has shown a gift for handling fine things and as I said, learns quickly. He is responsible for attendance of my personal apartments and deals with the responsibility remarkably well for a wild thing of the jungle. And he is learning to deal with my correspondence and paperwork as well. He is making himself quite indispensable to my household." Orion dared not let his gaze waver from his master's. If he did so, he was liable to say or do something that would bring disgrace to the House of Serratin. But his master's intent focus allowed no room for disobedience as he chained Orion to him with a look. "Quite astounding," Lord Rollan said. "You will display him tomorrow night at the opening ceremony, I assume?" "Yes, I've brought his wing brace with us. I had it designed especially for his wing support display. I assume you have a suitable set up in the banquet room?" The wing brace. The one used for Orion's discipline sessions. He hadn't realized the master had packed that to accompany them. What display were they talking about? He had a feeling it was something he wouldn't like. "Of course, Adolpho. What a coup for you." "And for you as well." Rollan's smile widened from ear to ear. "To have him displayed in my house. A definite honor. The Sa-Lish and the Kov'al can't help but be impressed by your remarkable abilities in acquiring such a unique species. And training him. Especially once they see him. Quite remarkable." Lord Rollan motioned to a servant who stood waiting off to the side. "Come, we'll get you settled and then you and I will have a late dinner and you can tell me all about how you managed to tame him." He looked at the servant. "Gill, show Lord Serratin's servants to their quarters."

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"Orion shall be roomed near me," Lord Serratin stated. "I have become accustomed to having him close by if I should require his services." "Of course, Adolpho. He is a unique specimen." He turned to look at his servant. "You heard his lordship. See to it immediately." Gill bowed. "Yes, my lord." He looked at Orion. "Come with me and I'll show you where you can sleep." After a glance at his master, who nodded, Orion followed the servant inside the huge residence. He led Orion up a wide staircase and then down a richly carpeted corridor. Orion had never seen such opulence before. Kalamadur was richly appointed and beautiful, but the DeMarque palace had a sense of garish opulence that Orion found repulsive. "Lord Adolpho will be staying in the north wing. It is the quietest section of the household. He normally prefers that wing. It is farthest from the main part of the house, so when you see to your master's orders you will have to be quick. But it provides him with the solitude which he requires for his negotiations." Gill looked at Orion. "But then I assume you know what your master's requirements are." Orion had thought he did, but suddenly he was thrown off balance. Everything was different and he wasn't certain he knew what his master expected from him in this place. Gill opened the door to a room and motioned Orion inside. "These are your quarters." He pointed to another door. "That will take you directly into Lord Serratin's suite. As slave to Lord Serratin you may move freely between your master's apartments and your own room, but for anything else you must be accompanied by one of Lord Rollan's servants. If you're caught outside this room alone, it will be Lord Rollan who decides your punishment, not Lord Serratin. And my master is not a man you want to make angry." He looked Orion up and down. "So you're the birdman. We'll see how well you settle in. It's definitely going to be interesting." He pivoted around and left Orion standing in the center of the small, rectangular room. He wasn't certain what he thought. It was all so strange. He felt almost separated from himself, like it was someone else standing in this room in Bendar City and he was just an onlooker. He walked over to a small, square window. In the distance he could just make out the outline of the tall trees of the jungle beyond the city limits. Some instinct inside him didn't like this place. Not one bit. He wished they could turn around right this minute and head back to Kalamadur where it was safe. This place reeked of danger and deceit.

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Chapter 12: Mounted And Displayed For Master's Pleasure

In preparation of the opening ceremonies the next evening, Orion was bathed by servants of Lord Rollan's house. He was then taken to another room where his body was painted in shades of gold and crimson--swirling patterns that decorated him and highlighted his piercings. His cock and balls were stroked and oiled with fragrant scents, his eye blackened with kohl. When the servants were satisfied, he was then led to the banquet hall. A four-foot wide golden platform sat next to the wall near the head banquet table. The only items Orion wore were the jeweled collar and his silver leg and arm plates. Gill instructed Orion to mount the platform and then two servants followed him. Orion hesitated. So many emotions warred through him. Anger, fear, pain. Why had Lord Serratin agreed to this? He wanted to run, to head for the jungles. He had the skills to fight these servants. His lessons with Kasheesh had seen to that. "On the platform, Birdwalker. You'll be put on display here at your master's orders. You're a possession, birdman, and you'll do as Lord Serratin orders." Orion turned his head to look at Gill, even as one of the servants yanked on the leash attached to Orion's collar. Gill shrugged. "Your existence is legendary and the fact that Lord Serratin is the one who acquired you with his shrewd bargaining skills will provide him with much authority during the negotiation process. You can't imagine how much my Lord Rollan envies Lord Serratin. "But why this?" Orion couldn't help asking. "He can do as he wishes with you. Displaying you tonight will express to everyone here what a powerful and intelligent man will lead these negotiations. Anyone who can tame the fabled wild thing of the jungles and train him is someone they can all respect. Someone they will listen to. And rest assured, you make a stunning display. The Sa-Lish and the Kov'al will be suitably impressed. You should be honored to play such an important part on behalf of your master." Slowly, Orion mounted the steps. He loved his master, but this--this was more than he could bear. Two servants unbound the chain from Orion wings as he gazed out the window, his attention fixed on the hints of green vegetation close enough he could almost smell it. Each servant grabbed one of his ankles, unceremoniously pulled his legs apart, almost knocking Orion off balance, and then shackled the bands to rings embedded into the makeshift stage. He had been a wild thing, making his own rules, living as he pleased. He'd been free to do as he chose. Orion was now so open and vulnerable. He didn't think he'd ever felt so much like a possession rather than a man as at this moment. Never more owned. His gaze circuited around the room, at the many tables dressed in gold and crimson in honor of Lord Serratin. High ceilings painted with scenes of Bendar battle history, and glittering crystal chandeliers, sparkling glasses, and table upon table of food being laid out by other servants. His gaze widened when he saw an ice replica of himself, wings spread, on several of the tables. Serratin had seduced Orion into a dream world at Kalamadur Oasis, made him complacent. He'd made him love him as though he recognized the humanity in Orion. And now he subjected Orion to this...public display as though Orion was nothing more than an animal presented by its conqueror. Which is exactly how all these people in Bendar City thought of him. He was a creature blended of two species--he was neither man, nor animal, and yet he was both. He felt the weight of the brace in a way he had never done before as the servants affixed it to his body. As they expanded it, his wings spread to a breathtaking range. He felt the tingle of pain as his wings spanned even farther than was natural.

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Surprisingly, that ache touched a remembered part of something inside him. As in the discipline chamber, he embraced the sensation and it somehow centered him, soothed him. He wanted to stop these men who prepared him for display. His heart pounded in his chest as panic swept through him. And it was the realization that somewhere deep within himself, he wanted this exhibition. He wanted to be bound--if for no other reason than to please Lord Serratin. And in another part of his soul, he suffocated the cries of pride and freedom. What had he become? A stand of some sort, a floor brace was placed in front of him at an angle, and he was forced to arch slightly forward, the heels of his feet lifted from the platform as he rested his shoulders against the padded beam. A black leather strap was then pulled around to his back, forcing his position. His arms were spread, the silver bands firmly attached. "Don't worry," Gill said. "There will be guards. No one will get past unless your master allows it. I'll check on you myself and bring you water. We don't want you passing out before the banquet's end." "How long must I remain here?" Orion managed to ask. "Several hours at the very least. Try to relax. You are not the one with the control right now. I can't imagine you haven't been in this position before." "Never for viewing like this. Does your master do this kind of thing often with his slaves?" "You have no idea. But rest assured, you are among the elite. It's not just any slaves that are displayed. Only the most beautiful and intriguing. Tonight you are the centerpiece for this banquet. You might consider yourself honored by the position. Many would." But Orion was not many. He was one of a kind. He'd been pampered over these many months, and seduced into a complacency he only now realized. In the jungle he'd always been on alert, watching for danger. Free to fly to elude those who meant him harm. Except for one time. And that one time when he had trusted someone, they'd betrayed him. Was he wrong to have trusted Lord Serratin? Gill and the other servants left him, and four guards dressed in green and white, one at each corner, surrounded the platform, standing at attention. Orion was alone, but it was so different than in the discipline chamber. There he was bound in silence, blinded by the mask, prepared for his master's attention. But here, it was different. It was so open and visible. He closed his eyes and tried to draw inward to reach that place where panic eased. Pulling deep breaths, he focused on the pain of the enforced position, the stretch of his wings and he swam in the sensations of being bound and helpless. He eased himself into the skin of submission and found a place of peace and acceptance. He was a symbol of Lord Serratin's power and cunning skill. For who else would have exhibited such acumen in acquiring a wild creature that had only been heretofore whispered about. He heard the sounds of people entering the room. The murmur of voices, but he kept his eyes closed, focused on his breathing, on the throbbing pain that cloaked him. "Open your eyes, Orion." Serratin's command broke through the cloak of solitude. Orion opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. Serratin was dressed in a rich robe of red silk, a gold high-necked shirt beneath. "My lord--" Serratin held up a hand. "Don't speak. Just open your eyes, lest they think you are a dead thing put on display. I want them to see the turquoise beauty of your eyes. Do me proud tonight, Orion." And then Serratin turned and walked away. Slowly, Orion turned his attention back to the room now filled with people.

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Men and women alike ogled the naked and painted birdman who glistened beneath the lights of the ceremonial hall, most with looks of covetous jealousy for what the master possessed. Orion was mounted behind the head table--where Lord Serratin would sit with the representatives of the two societies who were to negotiate trade agreements for their provinces. The Sa-Lish brought vital ore and minerals to the table, and the Kov'al, water rights the Sa-Lish sorely needed for their desert province. Not just to fuel their steam-powered equipment, but for life support as well. A recent drought in their sector made these negotiations vital for their survival. The biggest problem was that neither side was very good at agreeing to concessions in order to make the agreement work. And that was the role of Lord Serratin, to ease the stubborn battle between the two factions and mold a workable agreement between the two sides. And in the case of these two surly societies, it was not going to be an easy task by any means. The formal ceremony itself had not yet begun. People milled about, talking in small groups. A semi-circle surrounded Orion as attendees studied the wild thing that had been tamed by the chief negotiator of their planet. He could hear them as they complimented his wingspan, the color of his flesh, the allonium rings adorning his tits, and the jeweled stud pierced through the glans of his penis. The servants had added a cock ring, masturbating him to full erection so his cock bobbed tall and thick against his belly, the golden jewel glittering beneath the lights of the room. The hard erection ached, throbbing for attention that would not be his at least until the end of the banquet. Not in all his time in captivity had he felt more a thing than at this moment. Never more did he yearn for the freedom of the jungles. Since arriving in Bendar City, Lord Serratin had changed. He no longer seemed the benevolent, caring master that Orion had fallen in love with. He was now a taskmaster, a powerful lord who demanded obedience from his servants, and perfect form from his possessions. And nothing else. "I would pay you well for an hour alone with him." The words came from a tall, dusky woman of Kov'al heritage who was speaking with Lord Serratin. "He is not for sale, Minister Q'al. Although I do appreciate your interest." Orion saw her hand slide up Serratin's arm, a smile on her ruby lips. "What if I said it could make our...negotiations run much smoother if you were to agree?" Orion saw Lord Serratin smile politely, not an expression that reached his eyes. It was not the warm expression that Orion was so familiar with back in Kalamadur. "Ah, Minister, but I believe I just received the same offer from Minister Sa-Leen. My possessions are not part of these negotiations." "Too bad." A pout turned the seductive lips downward. "I would have so enjoyed learning about the traits of the wild thing. He's quite a myth that's traveled through the provinces. How in the world did you manage to make the acquisition when so many would have paid handsomely for the privilege of owning him?" Lord Serratin's expression again turned inscrutable. "My negotiation and persuasion are apparently unsurpassed, Minister." "Ah, you are certainly one to play your hand close to the chest, aren't you? I wonder how you would be at a game of zcards? I have a feeling I might not have any province left. But we shall soon see how persuasive you can be, won't we, my lord?" Again, Serratin lips curved into the semblance of a smile, his golden gaze more of a hawk's intent look of consideration. "I doubt that, Minister. I'm certain you are shrewd enough not to give your hand away. We shall see how far my persuasive talents run once we are at the table." "Hmm. You might be right at that." Her hungry gaze then turned again to Orion. "That cock is certainly impressive, Lord Serratin. I wonder how many women he bred when he was in the wilds. I'll bet there were plenty." "From what I understand it was one of those women who turned him in to the flesh commoditurs."

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"Ah, it figures a woman would be his downfall. Sex usually is the weakest link. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Serratin?" Serratin's gaze turned to Orion. The look slid up and down his body and Orion felt his blood begin to simmer. And then the mask slammed down once again and Orion felt the drench of that frigid look dash his fever. If it hadn't been for the cock ring that kept his erection at full staff, he would have surely shriveled at that look. So icy cold. "For some, it most certainly could be a downfall. That level of intimacy leaves one vulnerable to a lover, certainly." "But to experience full passion sometimes one must be a bit...vulnerable, wouldn't you agree?" How vulnerable had Orion left himself to Lord Serratin? What a masterful seducer the man had been, sweeping Orion off his feet from the moment he'd first met him. His senses had been overcome almost immediately. And now, here he was, racked out like the prize won from a fierce hunt. Lord Serratin the winner. Orion closed his eyes against the image in his mind. He wished he were back at Kalamadur. Or wild and free again in the jungle. But not here, anywhere but here. He felt a prod at his ass and he opened his eyes to look down into the granite expression of one of the guards. "No sleeping," the man growled. "Eyes open. Those are Lord Serratin's orders." Orion turned his gaze forward and tried not to think of the crowds that surrounded him. He wanted this thing to be over and done with. He hated being displayed like this. He couldn't help looking once again at Lord Serratin. It was for him that he accepted this, for the man he had learned to love and respect over the last year. But who was this stranger who had taken him over since their arrival in Bendar City? Why was he so cold to Orion? Had everything at Kalamadur Oasis been an act simply to conquer Orion? To make him perform like an eager animal who did tricks to please its master? By the blue skies, is that what Orion had become? Is that what this powerful lord had made of him? Bong, bong. The echo of the gongs announced the beginning of the formal ceremonial banquet. The crowds quieted and moved toward the back of the room where the first part of the ceremony would take place. Orion watched from the other end of the room as two men stepped onto the makeshift, richly decorated altar. Orion recognized their robes--one was a wizard, the other a witch. They each held a torch and lit the fire in the burgundy iron caldron that stood between them. The woodsy incense wafted through the room as they incanted their spells and fire bloomed to life. The ceremonial fire would stay lit throughout the term of the negotiation, tended by the servants of the wizard and the witch. A calling to the fates to look favorably upon the gathering. If he had been in any other position, Orion would have been entranced by the colorful display of the room and the pomp of ceremony. After the speeches made by Lord Rollan, Lord Serratin, and then the ministers of the provinces, the food was brought out on large golden trays. It was aromatic, making Orion's stomach growl from hunger. He saw platters of wild game, and fresh vegetables, both raw and cooked. Ale flowed copiously among the guests. Laughter and dancing seemed to go on forever. His avid gaze consumed the gathering. People still wandered close to Orion, pointing and speculating, on both his history and his sexual expertise. It wasn't until what seemed like many hours later, after Serratin left the gathering on the arms of the two ministers, that Orion was finally removed from the display rack. The brace and cock ring were detached and Orion breathed a sigh of relief. Two of the guards replaced the netting over his wings. They allowed him to sit for several moments before Gill attached a leash to his collar and led him out of the banquet hall. Orion had never been so glad to be away from a room in his life and in this instance he willingly followed where Gill led. Gill walked him to the kitchen where a plate was prepared for him. He was handed the plate and then allowed to kneel on the floor near the table. "Your master's orders," Gill said as he sat in a chair at the table, still holding the leash. "I'll bet he's having a grand time with those two ministers." Gill chuckled and the other servants at the table joined him in laughter.

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"Yes, I'll bet he'll have a fine night of it," another said and then winked at Orion. Orion felt his stomach churn and suddenly he didn't feel much like eating. He forced himself to pick up a succulent slice of orange carrot, dripping with buttery sauce, and tried to eat what he could. Concentrating on the food was one way of ignoring the conversation going on at the table between the servants. It was a conversation he had no intention of participating in. For the first time he felt the waves of unfamiliar jealousy consume him. The thought of those two powerful women sharing his master's bed, being held close the way Orion yearned to be held... Not once had the master touched him with tenderness and passion since arriving in Bendar City. "You finished, Birdwalker?" Gill took the plate of half-eaten food from him and set it on the table. He yanked on the chain and Orion rose to his feet. He just wanted this to be over. The whole evening had been trying for him. "Let's go. I better get you back to your room in case your master requires your assistance. Although I have a feeling you'll be waiting for quite some time before he returns." Back in his own room, Orion sank down on the narrow bed with a sigh of relief. At one point in his life he'd held ambivalent feelings about Bendar City, but now there was no doubt in his mind--he hated it. Nothing good happened in this city and he should have known that from previous experience. He hated civilization and had only entered the city in the past when it was an absolute necessity. But now, it was even worse. He wandered into the master's suite and climbed onto the huge, soft bed. He lifted one of the pillows and inhaled the scent. He reached for his cock. He'd received no relief after the banquet was over and it was hard and throbbing. He stroked his hand over the stiff erection, remembering the pleasure he'd received at the master's hands and in his bed back in Kalamadur. He lay on his back, staring up at the ornate, painted ceiling above, clutching the pillow close, his hand working his cock toward orgasm. The day had been one long stress-laden experience. He needed release in one form or another. He doubted his master would pay the least bit of attention--not from the signals Orion had received from him since they'd arrived in the city. And his mind would be wrapped up in the difficult negotiations that were about to commence. This was one time that Orion had to take care of himself. He wanted no other, although he was certain one of the servants would willingly help him with his problem. He didn't want them. It wasn't long before he was jerking with his orgasm, spurting into his own hand. He closed his eyes and clutched the pillow closer. He wished it were the master he held in his arms. "What are you doing?" Orion's head shot up and his gaze met the glittering, hard expression of Lord Serratin's fiery attention. There was no way he was going to be able to hide the evidence of exactly what he'd been doing. Serratin threw him a cloth. "Clean yourself up and get to your room. We'll discuss your transgressions in the morning." Orion clambered off the bed and knelt before Serratin. "I'm sorry I've displeased you, Master." He didn't dare look up. What had he been thinking by coming in here? But he hadn't expected the master to return so quickly, not from the servants' talk in the kitchen. Not from his own ideas of what the master was probably doing. "Enough. I'm too weary to deal with you tonight. Go to bed, it's been a long day." Orion rose to his feet and helped Serratin to remove his clothes. He laid the outer garments over a chair and then returned to help him with his silk trousers. He untied the waist and then eased the garments over Serratin's hips. The pants pooled at Serratin's feet as Orion gazed into his master's eyes. He saw the molten heat in his dilated pupils. It was a look he remembered so well, and had sorely missed since arriving in Bendar. He held his breath, his hands splayed over the silky, dark texture of Serratin's hips. Serratin remained still as a statute as Orion's hand slid from Serratin's hip to curl around the master's rigid cock. "I've missed you, my lord. I'm sorry if I've displeased you." Orion's hand rode up and down Serratin's thick length. He pressed a fingertip at the moist, weeping slit. His own cock again surged. He leaned closer to the hard, black body of the man he served. He could feel the heat of him, smell the

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scent of male arousal. "Master?" Serratin closed his eyes. "Leave me," he whispered. "Please, my lord." Orion ached so badly for Serratin to put his arms around him. Serratin's eyelids snapped open and the hard gold metal expression was back again as he looked at Orion. "Just go. That's an order. Or will you disobey that as well?" Orion dropped his hands and fell back. "No, my lord." He looked at the man who had just spurned his attentions. Orion flexed his fingers, still feeling the heat of Serratin's prick against his skin. Serratin glared at him and Orion quickly retreated to his own room. He shut the door, leaning back against it. How was he going to survive this trip when Serratin couldn't seem to bear his touch? Orion had thought--but he'd been wrong. He wanted to smash his fist against the wall with anger and frustration. And pain. The scents clinging to Serratin only made it worse. Master's scent woven with the foreign aroma of the two ministers. Had he had sex with them? Orion couldn't bear to think about it and the beast of jealousy rose even stronger in his breast. He felt totally outside his element, as though there was no place he could call safe. Not the jungle, not Kalamadur, not here. What was going to happen to him? He straightened away from the door. Maybe it was time for him to take his own destiny in hand. Maybe it was time for him to consider how to regain his freedom. Serratin no longer wanted him for a lover--maybe not even to act as his intimate servant. Was there any reason for Orion to stay?

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Chapter 13: The Proposition

Orion leaned against the ebony bedpost he was bound to with his arms strapped above his head. He felt the heat of the paddle spread through him. It struck him again. And again. He allowed the pain to thread him together, center him. He closed his eyes and dreamed of Kalamadur and the discipline sessions with his master. Reminders of his position, of the place he held in Master's household. The paddle struck him again and he accepted the surging waves of pain claiming him. Master had not forgotten him. And right now that was all he cared about. "You will do as you are told, Orion. There is no room for transgressions such as last night." The paddle struck Orion again, and tears squeezed from beneath his closed eyelids. "Do you understand me?" His wings were not spread, but simply pushed to the side so Master had access to his ass. Master's hand didn't stroke his body, building the heat of arousal to a fine edge. There was not the same, damp, sweet darkness for inner contemplation and focus. Orion missed their home. Missed all of it. A knock sounded at Lord Serratin's door. "Yes, what is it?" Serratin called out. "The ministers await you in the council chambers. They are ready to begin, my lord." "Tell them I will be with them shortly." "Yes, my lord." Orion heard the footsteps move away. "Do you see what you have done? I'm late for the first meeting. This is not a good beginning for the mediation." Serratin unwound the leather straps that bound Orion's arms and lowered his arms to his sides. He massaged them, then stepped away. Orion turned and dropped to his knees, gazing up at Serratin. His ass burned from the beating. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't realize. I was only--" "I don't want excuses, Orion. I brought you with me because I thought you knew your place." Orion thought he did, too. In Master's bed. But apparently, that wasn't the case. At least not here. Orion didn't understand the changes. His ass throbbed from the quick discipline session. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't what he truly needed. Serratin tossed the paddle aside and slipped on his robe, not even waiting for Orion to assist him. He turned back to Orion, who still knelt in the center of the room. His eyes were cold and dispassionate as he looked down at his slave. "Clean the paddle and tidy up this room. I don't know when I'll return. Find something useful to do in the household. I'm sure they can use an extra pair of hands with all the added work. And stay out of trouble. I don't need to be worried about what you are up to." "No, Master." Serratin paused for a moment, looking down at Orion. Orion saw something flare in Serratin's eyes and then was quickly

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gone. The birdman almost wondered if he had seen it at all. Serratin lifted Orion's face to look at him. "I warned you about this place and the difficulties of the mediation. I told you that things are different here. You must conform. And do as you are told. There can be no mistakes. Do you understand me?" "Yes, my lord." Serratin stared down at him and then released him. "Very well. I have important work to be done. Clean yourself up and present yourself to the head of staff. Tell him I sent you." "I'll do so immediately, my lord." Serratin left the room and Orion had never felt quite so alone. Slowly he rose to his feet and began to put the room to order. Then he went into his own room, cleaned up in the small bathroom and dressed. He had lied to the master--he didn't understand any of what went on here. And he wasn't certain he wanted to. For now, he did as he was told. Orion left his room and walked down the corridor toward the back stairway that would take him to the main floor. The servants' staircase. Halfway down he ran into Gill. "Good, you're here, although you should have waited for me to come get you. I warned you about the rules. Lord Serratin stopped in to say you were to be put to good use today. Senticle Gray has put you under my direction since we've already become acquainted. Follow me." Orion had been so focused on his own problems, he'd totally forgotten that he wasn't supposed to leave his room unaccompanied. The constraints of slavery rode him hard this morning. And then on the heels of that thought he had to wonder, had Serratin not trusted Orion to do as he had commanded? That thought didn't set well with Orion at all. Orion had never shirked responsibility, why would the master think he would do so now? Nothing made sense in this place. Orion accompanied Gill out of the house and down a pathway to a large building which housed a number of the transport machines. Passenger vehicles as well as freight vehicles filled the warehouse-like room. He slowed down to look around the massive building. He'd never seen so much intricately designed equipment in one place. Gill watched him. "Lord Rollan is very powerful and very rich. He knows many people--it would do well to stay on his good side during your stay in Bendar City." Orion turned his attention to Gill. "What do you mean?" Gill shrugged. "Just as I said. He can do favors for you that your lord will never be able to do. And I've watched Lord Rollan. He has his eye on you. He would treat you as more than just a pretty pet. He handsomely rewards those who serve him well." Orion straightened his shoulders and looked at Gill. "Lord Serratin is my master. I am his slave to command." "But that's just it, isn't it? What would you say if Lord Rollan could give you back your freedom?" Orion paused. "What are you saying? Lord Rollan has no power over me. Only my master can give me my freedom papers." Orion's instincts warned him to be cautious. Not to say too much. Gill shrugged. "It's true, only your master can provide you freedom papers. But what if Lord Serratin wasn't your master? What if Lord Rollan was?" Inwardly, Orion squirmed at the thought of belonging to Lord Rollan. There was something about the man he didn't like. He was a very different lord than Serratin was and he couldn't say he wanted to be a part of this house. What he longed for was to return to Kalamadur Oasis. "What exactly do you have in mind? Freedom is a very powerful weapon." "Come with me. You are able to give Rollan something he wants. Maybe if you barter right, you could get your freedom

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in the process." Slowly, Orion followed Gill toward the back of the building. He had no way of knowing what to expect, but he might as well find out the full extent of the intrigue they were planning. The idea of freedom wasn't something he could just throw away without discovering the price of the barter. Gill opened a door at the back and ushered Orion inside. A man stood in the shadows, his back turned to the door. Slowly, he turned around and Orion's eyes widened when he saw his face. "You! I should be done with you. You sold me once, you can't do it again." Orion whirled around toward the door. He couldn't get out of the room fast enough, away from the commoditur who had captured and sold him. "Wait," the peddler called. "I have a proposition for you. One that could earn you your freedom." Orion didn't want to stay in the room another second, but common sense and self-preservation paused his hand on the door handle. As he had often seen Serratin do, he tried to smooth any expression from his face before turning back to face Claud. "What is it you think you have to offer me?" Claud's gaze sized Orion up. "I would say you've enhanced your price for one thing. When the deed is done at this place, there's every chance you could command quite a large sum. If you were interested." "You talked about freedom, not another master. Tell me your offer." Claud smiled. "I thought the taste of freedom might get your attention." He sat on a wooden barrel that was lying on its side. He waved to another one. "Sit, and we'll discuss it." Gill leaned against the door. "Make this quick. Someone will realize we're missing and come looking for us. Lord Rollan wants to keep this as quiet as possible." "Yes, yes," Claud said. "Then let's see what agreement we can come to." Orion dropped onto the barrel. "Why me?" "You're closest to Serratin. You can inform us best of his comings and goings. You can get past his sentries. And the food tester." "He doesn't always tell me everything. I am only a slave, a possession. He doesn't keep to a strictly set routine." "No matter. You still have closest access. Do you really want to stay in your current position for the rest of your life? I saw you displayed at the ceremonial banquet. He hardly looked at you, thought nothing of how you would feel to be stripped and put on display for all to see, like the prize of some great hunter. He's already obviously losing interest. Is that what you want the rest of your life to be like? To be treated as an object that he's already set to push to the back of the shelf?" Orion stared at Claud, trying to keep from showing anything in his expression. "What is it to you? What's your stake? I didn't think you circulated in this part of town." Claud's gaze shifted away from him and turned to the ground. "A bit of bad luck." Gill smirked. "He's indentured himself to Rollan to pay off a debt. It was either that or being flayed alive." "Shut up, you pig. You don't know anything." "How low they fall." Claud sprang up from the barrel and before Orion knew it, Claud had a knife at Gill's throat. "Apologize, you grizzled hair from a demon's ass. You would have nothing if it weren't for me."

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Orion saw fear flash in Gill's expression and black anger in Claud's. He held his breath, waiting as the two men stared at each other. It was Gill who looked away first. "All right," he mumbled. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be so sensitive." Claud released him and slipped the knife back into the sheath. "I still know how to barter a decent deal. That's more than anyone can say for you. At least my indenture has a reasonable end. You, on the other hand, ended up a slave for the rest of your life. Some deal you bartered." "Better than being dead," Gill groused. Claud turned his attention back to Orion. "Are you with us or not?" "What exactly is it you plan to do?" "Rollan wants the mediator position and all the wealth attached to it. He wants it badly. And frankly, he wants you. Demon's balls, he covets everything that belongs to Serratin and he's determined to get it. He's always been jealous of what Serratin has accomplished. And hated him. Now he thinks he sees a way to finally get what he wants." "He's going to assassinate Serratin." Orion felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. "Yes. The last straw was when he outbid Rollan for you. That really yanked his shorthairs. Ever since then he's been planning to destroy Serratin. He was just waiting for the right opportunity. Like now. And he's got a very lucrative deal working with the demon clans. If he can pull this off." Orion remembered his studies with the tutors back in Kalamadur. They had taught him about the claiming laws. If Serratin died without son or daughter to inherit, the first to present himself to the council could claim ownership of all Serratin possessed. If Serratin died at Rollan's estate, it would be very easy for him to be the first to seek audience with the council. This was a planet where power was often gained by right of conquest. Survival of the fittest, the smartest. The strongest. A man, or woman, clawed their way to the top, one body at a time. So far, Serratin had been lucky. Unlike Rollan, he was a just and fair man, hence his position as Planet Mediator. He'd fought his way to the top with intelligence and skill. Not by betrayal. But if Rollan assumed the position, one could be certain any honesty associated with the position would fly right out of the atmosphere. It could lead to certain chaos. The question was, why should Orion be concerned about the state of the political climate of the planet? Since coming here, Serratin certainly could care less for the birdman he had tamed and trained. Why shouldn't Orion secure his own freedom if it was possible? But would Rollan keep any deal he made with a slave? That was surely something Orion needed to consider. "What guarantee do you have that I won't inform my master of your plans?" Claud leaned forward. "Because I think you want to continue breathing more than you want an excruciating death for betraying our plans." That might be true. "But what guarantees that I won't suffer that excruciating death even if I don't tell Serratin?" Again, Claude got that shrewd look in his eyes that weighed the value of an object. "No, you're worth more alive than dead. If it was the other way around, you might have something to worry about. No, your best value is in keeping you alive. At least for the time being." "I'll think about what you've said." He got up from the barrel. Suddenly, he felt like he was walking a tightrope. Either way he could easily end up dead--or slave to a master far worse than Serratin. Claud got up. "You have twenty-four hours to consider the proposal. Rollan wants to do this with as little actual bloodshed as possible. And through the most expedient route. But after that your barter power is gone--we'll go to our secondary plan and find a way to do it ourselves and you'll just be a piece of the winning pot with no leverage whatsoever. You can let Gill know your decision." Did he really have a choice? He thought about his options--which weren't many. He thought about the possibility of

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freedom. He thought about how cold Serratin had been since their arrival in Bendar City. Who could he trust? Did he dare trust any of them? Not one bit.

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Chapter 14: Service To Lord Serratin

Orion's path was narrow and dangerous. He had a great deal to think about when Gill left him at the door of his room. Was there really a chance of freedom in his future? And was this the way he wanted to achieve it--by alliance to a man like Lord Rollan? He thought of his master, of Kalamadur. And of the jungle. He considered what he had been and what he had become. And how he had changed in the many months since his enslavement. If he did as Claud suggested, what would happen to Kasheesh and the rest of the slaves in Kalamadur? Did he really have a choice? What weapons did he have to fight these men who wanted to assassinate his master and take all that was his? He was just one man--and a slave at that. Who would listen to him? Who would help him? Twenty-four hours was not a long time to consider his options. He'd never had to make a choice like this. Orion walked over to the window in his bedroom and gazed out, his focus skipping over the crest of the jungle located beyond the city perimeter. Did he want his life back the way it had been? Was his goal to return to the wilds of his heritage? And what about the cost to his soul? Was the chance at freedom worth staining his soul with a hand in murder? Did he really want to serve a man such as Lord Rollan? Orion had a feeling that Rollan was the type of person who would betray his own heritage if it gave him more of the power he craved. What chance did Orion have of coming out of this unscathed? Was there anyone he could trust with this knowledge? Would Lord Serratin even believe Orion if he tried to warn him? Apparently Lord Serratin and Lord Rollan had known each other a long time. Would Lord Serratin accept the word of a slave over that of a noble? No, he couldn't go to Lord Serratin--at least not yet. In the end, Orion was on his own. The decision was not an easy one and it would mark the rest of his life. He wished Kasheesh was here. The catman had lived a long, hard life and seen much. He understood the dark ways of men and would understand much better than Orion the hard choices he faced. Of all of the servants at Kalamadur, Kasheesh came closest to anyone Orion might trust. They had shared much over the last few months. But Kasheesh wasn't here and it was up to Orion to decide his own fate. And that of his master's. A man whom all of Kalamadur depended on. He turned to look at the adjoining door that led to his master's rooms. If they had been at Kalamadur it would have been so much easier. In Kalamadur he had felt cherished by his master. He'd felt closer to him than anyone else in his life up to that point. But it seemed everything was different since coming to Bendar City. What Claud said seemed true, Serratin had obviously become bored with his newest slave. What would that mean for Orion when they finally did return to Kalamadur? Would Orion be relegated to the Collector's Wing, forgotten and alone for the remainder of his life? Watching as his master learned to love and cherish another? And Orion with no control over his own destiny but to languish as part of a collection of a powerful man? In the middle of the black desert where there was even less chance of escape? Orion loved Serratin, that was probably the only thing he understood clearly right now. But was that enough to make Orion put his life on the line, even knowing that his master could so easily set him aside one day? He heard the outer door of his master's room open and close. For now, he set the weight of decision aside. Lord Serratin would require his services. Serving the master, being close to him was so much a part of what gave Orion purpose. He stepped through the doorway and into his master's room.

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"My lord, you have returned earlier than expected." Serratin was just shrugging out of his coat. He dropped onto a chair and rested his head in his hands, shoulders slumped forward. Orion waited for Serratin to acknowledge his presence. When he did look up, Orion was surprised to see how tired he looked, lines etched deeply into his face. His heart ached for this powerful man with the weight of the world on his shoulders right now. Orion felt petty in his own concerns. He hurried over to the table and poured some wine into a glass and brought it to his master. "You are done for today?" Master accepted the glass and drank deeply, then handed it back to Orion. "Hardly. I'm just here to change. There's another banquet this evening." He cupped Orion's jaw and smiled. "Don't worry, you won't be expected to perform at this one. The display was to please our host. I had no choice; it would have been rude to refuse him. I hope you realize that." Orion's gaze widened as he looked at Serratin. "I didn't question your right to display me. I would do anything to please you, my lord." A frown appeared on Serratin's face. "I'll be happier when we can return to Kalamadur, Orion. Where we will have the privacy of my own household. And the peace of the desert." Serratin dropped his head closer. "It's dangerous in this place. Too many eyes watching what we do, how we act. I shouldn't have brought you here. I shouldn't have been so determined to keep you close. I knew it would be dangerous." He released Orion and rubbed a hand over his face as he turned away. "Master, you should rest. These negotiations have been difficult?" "Yes, they have. Neither side wants to give an inch. And they're both as prickly as needle cactus in the black desert. But one step at a time and we'll get the pact done and then we can go home. I long for the silence of the desert, Orion." Since their arrival in Bendar this was the first time he'd seen Serratin like this. The first time Serratin had spoken to Orion so openly. "Why don't you lie down and I'll give you a massage. The way you like it, my lord. It might help to alleviate some of the weariness." And it would give Orion a chance to touch his master the way he wanted to. Serratin studied Orion for a long time. Orion couldn't tell what he was thinking, but then his master started to remove his clothing. Orion went to one of the drawers and removed the fragrant massage oil. He gripped the blue bottle and inhaled deeply before he turned around to face Serratin, trying to steady his racing heart. By then Serratin had removed all of his clothing and stood naked before Orion. He was so beautiful. Setting down the bottle, Orion reached for the laces of his own pants and started to undo them. Master watched him closely. "What are you doing, Orion?" "I don't want to get oil on these fine clothes, my lord. Why don't you lie on the bed?" He shoved his pants over his hips and down his legs. Serratin stood there watching Orion as he stripped from his clothes. For the first time Orion saw something flare in his eyes. Maybe the master wasn't quite as bored with Orion as he might have been led to believe. "This is dangerous," Serratin said, but his gaze was dark and needy. His cock had already surged to full staff. Although Serratin spent long days in negotiation, he still kept his body toned and fit. In the desert he hunted almost every day, took lessons with Kasheesh as well as worked out with his own guards on occasion. "It is only a massage, my lord. Unless you desire more." Serratin closed his eyes and his hands balled into fists. Then he looked at Orion once again and the fire Orion had seen simmering in his eyes had lessened. He turned away and climbed onto the bed. He turned his face away from Orion. Orion got onto the bed. He poured some of the oil into his hands to warm it. He straddled Serratin's body and then

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touched his naked skin. Closing his eyes, he began the slow work of untangling the master's knotted muscles. "You are very tense, my lord. This will help to ease some of that tightness in your limbs. It will help you relax." Serratin grunted, but it seemed to be a sound of pleasure as Orion's hands dug carefully into the muscles of Serratin's strong, tense shoulders. The smell of man and herbs rose up to tease at Orion's senses. Like his master's cock, Orion's penis was at full erection, bobbing against his belly. Orion's balls rubbed against Master's back as he leaned forward and then drew upright once again. Orion stroked his hands over Serratin's lean sides, down his hips and over his ass. He kneaded and smoothed, enjoying the simple act of serving his master in the only way he would be allowed right now. He moved to the side and began the steady, slow work down Serratin's rounded buttocks, along the back of his muscular thighs and calves and then the steady progress back up again. "Will you turn over for me, my lord?" Serratin tensed slight and then finally turned onto his back. Orion gazed down at him. Serratin's expression was heavy with desire. He held out his arms and Orion fell into them, felt the powerful hands at his back, pulling him close to his master's chest. "So dangerous," his master murmured. Orion reached down to embrace Serratin's cock, which was so hot and engorged beneath his fingers. He began to stroke up and down the rigid rod. He turned to look down into his master's eyes. "I'm here to serve you, Master. I would do anything to please you." Orion's hand worked his master. Serratin's hips thrust against the rhythm of his hand and then Serratin cried out as his climax erupted. He dropped back onto the bed, eyes closed. Orion got up from the bed, moved to wet a cloth, and came back to clean his master. He stroked a hand over the man's hip. Serratin looked up at him. "You don't know what I saw today, Orion. You have no idea how really dangerous this lapse is." "What happened, my lord?" For a long time Lord Serratin said nothing. "You have lived your life in the jungles, uncaring of the laws of the city. But the laws are dangerous. Ancient bonds that haven't changed for millennia. Those who have tried in the past had been murdered...or worse." "What has troubled you today, my lord?" "A murder cloaked as an execution." He looked up at Orion. "The close intimacy such as you and I share is banned in Bendar. I watched two men tortured and put to death because they loved each other." In Serratin's dark look, Orion saw the memory of death. "I didn't know there were such laws in Bendar." "There are many pitfalls in Bendar. Our culture is one of conquest and there are many who will use people to get the power and riches they desire." He turned his molten gold gaze on Orion. A hand reached out to cup Orion's neck, drawing him close. "Bendar is corrupt. It's why I spend as little time here as possible." He closed his eyes. "When I heard you'd been captured, when I saw you spread out and displayed, I had to have you. And it didn't matter that I knew it was forbidden. When I touched you, I knew I could never let you go." He opened his eyes to look at Orion. "Maybe it was wrong to forge this bond with you, to make you my slave and force you to my will." "No, my lord." He drew closer to Serratin. "You do not force me. You have given me so much." Orion forced the tears back. He hadn't realized how much of a chance Serratin had taken in bringing Orion with him. Much of his attitude now made sense.

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Serratin pressed his lips to Orion's, driving his tongue deep inside. Orion yielded to the demanding kiss. Before he could embrace his master, Serratin released him and dropped back onto the bed, closing his eyes. "Leave me now." His voice sounded tired, the look on his face haggard. "I should have left you in Kalamadur. This is too difficult." "Master, I only wish to serve you. Just tell me what I must do to please you. What have I done wrong?" Serratin shook his head and closed his eyes. "You've done nothing. I need to rest. Go." Orion sighed. He wished he could help Serratin, but in this place nothing seemed as it should be. And Serratin's call to duty seemed to drain him completely. Orion didn't know how to help his master or even if Serratin wanted his help. That one moment of closeness, the simple embrace, the kiss that spread a raging heat throughout Orion's body--was like a drop of water to quench a passionate thirst. Not enough. After months of loving, of sleeping next to Serratin, of spending almost every waking moment thinking, serving, tasting Serratin, the man was deeply entrenched in Orion's soul. How could Orion betray this man without betraying himself? Quietly, he picked up his clothes and made his way back to his own room. What was he going to do? How could he save his master and himself?

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Chapter 15: Lord Rollan's Final Ultimatum

It was several hours later that Orion sat with Gill and several of the other servants eating dinner in the kitchen. "There's a celebration tonight," Gill said. "You mean the banquet." Gill laughed. "Hardly. I mean it is the ecoad--feast of the new moon." He pointed downward with his knife. "Below ground. The servants, not the oh-so-holy lords and ladies. It will be an entirely different thing. You'll come." He looked at Orion and the remark was not a question. It felt to Orion more like an order. Orion didn't like the tone of his voice. It was odd that even a servant would consider Orion submissive to him. The only man that Orion had ever been willingly submissive to was Lord Serratin. Serratin was a lord Orion respected. In his relationship with the master it felt right to serve him in all ways. But this servant? He owed him nothing. But for now, he allowed the comment to pass. Orion needed to know what plans were being made for Serratin's assassination. He still didn't know what he was going to do about it, but the more information he had, the better his chances of thwarting the attempt. He nodded in agreement to Gill's assumption that Orion would attend simply because Gill ordered it. "As you wish." Gill nodded, a smirk on his face. "It will give you a chance to get to know the servants and slaves under Rollan's command. You'll want to please him, so taking part in the ecoad should take you a long way toward showing him your future allegiance." "And how will he know I attend?" Gill's expression turned unreadable. "He will know. Lord Rollan knows everything that occurs in his house." For a moment Orion felt a shiver run up his spine. Isn't that almost exactly what Lord Serratin said just hours ago? And why he feared any sort of lover's intimacy with Orion? Kasheesh's training had taught Orion more than how to simply war with only one's body as weapon. It had taught Orion self-discipline as well. He schooled his expression as he looked at Gill. "As you say, it would help me to know those who serve Rollan." Gill got up and Orion did the same. "Let's go then. I'm sure it's already begun and will be in full swing." Orion followed Gill to the back of the house and to another set of stairs leading below ground. Then they followed a dark tunnel lit with torches. In some ways it reminded him of the discipline chamber back in Kalamadur. But this was different--far different from Kalamadur. And much more dangerous. The echoing sounds of festive music began to filter through the tunnels, growing louder as they moved along the dark passageway. "You'll find women here, Birdwalker. Women and drink, as much as you want. Let me tell you, they've been eager for you to join us." Gill's words gave Orion pause. He hadn't even thought of having a woman for more than a year now. His master had

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totally filled his thoughts with no want for anyone else in all that time. "I wouldn't be surprised," Gill said, "if Lord Rollan doesn't want to breed you first before giving you your freedom. You might consider that when you do the final negotiations for your freedom papers." When Orion had been in the jungle he'd never thought about the value of his body in terms of barter. Not really. Women had brought him things and he'd enjoyed their bodies well enough. But he realized now, something had been lacking in those fleeting interludes. Something that went so much deeper. He'd since learned the pleasure of a man's body and it was one he enjoyed. He'd only just discovered it with Lord Serratin. And it was something he knew he didn't want to lose. The kind of desire he felt for his lord was not something that could be replaced easily. Even with the bait of freedom papers as a reward. But how to protect his master was the crux of the matter. He was but one man bound as possession to another. Who really cared what a possession thought? Slaves were bought and sold, so much chattel. Without freedom papers he was nothing and held no leverage. Or was it possible that he did? "Come on, Birdwalker. Tonight we party. No rules here, except to enjoy yourself. Everything's on the table for the taking as long as it involves pleasure and fun." They entered a room overflowing with people, and smelling of wine, sweat, and sex. The scents surrounded him with the thickness of a solid wall, almost overwhelming him. His gaze circuited the room. A makeshift stage stood at one end of the room with musicians playing guitars, flutes and drums, swilling mugs of ale as they played riotous music. There were tables made up of wooden slabs held up by barrels, similar to those contained in the steam engine sheds where Orion had met with Claud. Two naked women danced on the tables, tankards of ale clasped in their hands, long hair flying free as they twirled round and round on the tables. Men slapped their hands on the wood in time to the music, urging the women on. Orion smelled roasting segoth meat and wrinkled his nose. He was not a meat eater--it turned his stomach. He'd lost sight of Gill, who had quickly joined the queue of men surrounding the full barrels of ale. So Orion tried to remain close to the wall as he circuited the room, not certain he wanted any part of the activity going on around him. "Hello, Orion." A woman of generous proportions slinked up to him, smelling of cheap perfume and strong mead. She dragged one side of the top of her dress down to reveal an overlarge, plump breast. "Want a taste?" The breast surged above her dress, dusky areola dark against pale skin, nipple tight as she offered the morsel to him. "I've just arrived. Maybe later," he said as he quickly moved on. He almost stumbled over a couple in coitus and quickly skirted around them. This time two women and one man barred his way. All of them naked and undulating in rhythm with the music. He happened to glance up and spotted Gill across the room, a woman naked from the waist up in his arms. Her green skirts were hiked up, and Gill hammered against her. He certainly hadn't wasted a moment since they'd arrived. Orion realized he didn't want to be here. He felt not one speck of arousal for the women who offered themselves to him. Nor did he find the men of particular interest. He didn't want any of them. It only made him yearn that much more keenly for the clean beauty of Kalamadur. And then he arrived at a curtained doorway. Maybe it was a way out without having to go back through this room once again. Of course, he was taking a chance by going out unaccompanied, but the scents inside the room were overpowering. He pulled the curtain aside, stepped through, and was shocked by the scene he encountered. "Come in, Orion. Come in. I've been wanting to talk to you. You and I need to come to an understanding." A naked Lord Rollan lay back amongst a bed of emerald silken cushions, naked women surrounding him, a cup of ale in one hand, a woman's tit in the other. His legs were spread and a woman provided fellatio. Two more women lay off to the side in a heated embrace. The thick smoke in the air smelled of adlevyne, a form of tobacco that grew wild in some of the denser parts of the jungle and when burned raw was known to be a potent aphrodisiac. Orion had heard of it, but he'd never used it.

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"My lord, I'm not certain now is the time." "Sit," Lord Rollan's booming voice commanded. Orion had no choice. Not if he wanted to discover exactly what Rollan's plans might be. This was probably the best opportunity he would have. Drugged and sated, Rollan might just be more forthcoming than if he were sober and on his guard. The smoky atmosphere of the room was cloying. Orion watched Lord Rollan take a long draw from a golden pipe that one of the women offered him. The effects of the tobacco drug were already beginning to have an effect on Orion and he tried to fight it for as long as he could. One of the women crawled over to him and began to unlace his pants. He tried to stop her but felt Lord Rollan's beady gaze upon him. Orion's cock had grown hard, probably from the strong effects of the smoky atmosphere. He suddenly found he didn't have the strength to stop the woman groping for his penis. His mind had grown sluggish. "Let Lena do you, Birdwalker. She's quite skillful. Consider it a bonus for your loyalty in this little business venture of ours." Her soft, white hands were on him, pushing his pants down over his hips as her wet lips suctioned him in. Her tongue played with the jeweled stud piercing the head of his cock, hands reached up to finger the rings through his tits. He inhaled sharply as she sucked him deeper. He had to turn his mind to the reason he was here or he'd be lost in the essence of the strong drug. "When do you plan to do it, my lord?" Rollan looked at him in a drugged-out haze as he tugged on the nipple of the woman next to him. Orion heard her cry out in pain. Lord Rollan ignored her, his attention fastened on Orion. "Soon. Before you leave tonight you will receive a vial. You will use it in Serratin's food tomorrow morning. Don't worry, it will just weaken him, but it won't kill him. Not yet. I want him to be fully aware when his end is near. And I want him to realize who helped me to do it. So I don't want him to die too quickly. That will occur later." So Lord Rollan apparently had no doubt that Orion would agree to betray his master. He didn't even consider that Orion would refuse. Orion's eyelids fluttered closed as the woman's mouth worked his erection. His orgasm was close. In one part of his mind he didn't want this. But in another hazy corner he remembered the jungle, the women, and sinking his cock time and time again into the willing women who came to him. This woman brought it all back, the resurfacing of forgotten desire. He pulled her up, his glistening cock springing free, shoved her onto her back onto the rug-covered floor and buried his cock inside her cunt. She wound her legs around him, urging him on. The scent of the drug kept him at the very edge of orgasm until all he could think of was fucking this woman fast and hard and deep. She screamed as she climaxed time and time again. He pistoned his cock in and out, over and over. He heard Lord Rollan laugh, urging Orion on. It seemed to last forever, the room spinning around him, with him and the woman at the core. More laughter filled his hearing, echoing loudly. Laughter and music and the smell of sex and mead, and sweet adlevyne. He inhaled deeply, filled his lungs with the heady smoke as he fucked the woman beneath him. He looked up into Rollan's eyes. The noble's face was split by a huge grin. The pipe rested between his thick lips as he nodded his approval. "That's the way, Birdwalker. Show her what a birdman can do for her." His climax surged, speeding through him, pulsing all around him and he cried out as he pumped his seed into the writhing woman beneath him. He remembered little of what occurred after that. Someone stuck a pipe between his lips and he sucked in the sweet, heady smoke. The room spun faster. What seemed like hoards of women descended upon him after that. Women who touched and kissed him, stroked his wings and his cock, fucked him, used him. And he was unable to stop any of it. And Rollan's voice egging them all on. "You're mine now, Birdwalker. All mine." So similar to the words his own lord had spoken so many months ago. But there was a bitter crudeness to the words of this man.

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The next thing Orion remembered even remotely clearly was an arm wrapped around Gill's shoulder as Rollan's servant dragged Orion up the steps to the main part of the house. He squinted and looked out a window to see the first wisps of dawn just beginning to lighten the sky. A long time later, Gill flopped the drugged birdman onto Orion's bed. Orion tried to focus as Gill held something up in front of him. It was a small amber vial. He shook Orion's shoulder. "Look at me, Birdwalker. This is important." Orion slitted his eyes open just enough to see what Gill was holding in his hand. "Yes, all right." The words came out slurred. "This is what you'll use in the morning when Serratin's tray is delivered. You understand?" Orion nodded. His head felt like someone had taken an ax to it, and he winced. "Talk to me. Tell me you understand what this is for." "All right. I-I understand. Put it in Master's food." Gill smiled. "That's right. You put it in his food. Then we'll take care of the rest." Gill put the vial into the palm of Orion's hand and closed his fingers around it. "Pleasant dreams, Birdwalker." And then Orion was alone. It was quiet in the room, the first quiet he'd had in hours. His body ached, his eyes and throat burned. He didn't want to think about what had taken place in the last few hours. It all blurred together in his mind. His hand wrapped around the small vial. By the stars, what had he done?

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Chapter 16: What Price Loyalty?

Two hours later Orion leaned back against the door of his room, heart pounding, head splitting. Leaving his room had been a huge risk, but he'd done what he must to try to protect his master. Now if only it was enough. At least at that hour of the morning no one had seen him slinking along the halls unescorted. "Orion!" Orion stiffened at the sound of Lord Serratin's voice. Quickly, he threw off the cloak he had borrowed from Master's closet and then hurried into Lord Serratin's room. The master was just rising from the bed. "Where have you been? I've been calling you for ten minutes." He turned away from Orion. "Never mind. It's going to be a long, difficult session today. I must be in top form. See to my breakfast. I don't have a lot of time this morning." Orion helped the master with his robe. A knock on the door signaled the arrival of Serratin's breakfast. The guard who stood outside the door, who also acted as tester, sampled the food on the tray. He nodded and the tray was brought into Serratin's room by a house servant and set on the table. Orion's heart pounded as he looked down at the tray. This was when Orion was supposed to add the drug. Because he alone was the slave whom Master trusted--even with his life. Which is why Rollan needed him. Orion felt for the vial nestled into the pocket of his pants. It would stay there. But what he did need to do was find a way into the conference session. Today it was crucial he attend Serratin--at all times. If anyone made an attempt on Serratin's life, he wanted to be there. He had to protect his master. He turned to the closet and laid out Serratin's clothing for the day. The master came back into the room after his shower. Orion looked at the fine, proud man he served. Whatever happened, Orion could not betray him. Even if it meant both their deaths, Orion would be at the master's side. "Let me come with you today, my lord." Orion helped Serratin to dress and then his master sat down to eat his breakfast. He looked up at Orion. "Come with me? You mean to the negotiations? You'd be bored, Orion. There's nothing for you to do but stand around and wait." "Please, master. You've had me tutored, you've said that one day I will assist you with your business. Wouldn't this be a good time for an introduction to the world you must move in?" Serratin looked at him for a long time. Orion had never used subterfuge in the past to mask his emotions. Certainly not with his master. But this called for extreme measures. He wasn't certain what he'd be able to do, but he knew he had to be with Serratin. "Very well, Orion. But I must remain focused. I'll have no time to answer questions. You'll do exactly as I tell you." "Yes, my lord. Exactly. Thank you, Master." An hour later, Lord Serratin was ready to leave for the negotiations. They stepped outside the room and Serratin's personal guards took up their station. Orion looked down the hallway, which seemed inordinately long today--and filled with hidden traps. He felt the bulge of

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the narcotic in his pocket. He had no idea what he was going to do with it, but he'd brought it just in case. He studied the doorways as they walked along the passageway, seeking escape routes if they should be attacked, and looking for a way to protect Serratin if it should come down to it. He turned to look at the men behind them and realized there were several less guards than usual to accompany Serratin to the talks. Orion feared his early morning visit may have led him to a traitor rather than an ally. But he'd had to take the chance, to try to garner protection for Lord Serratin. Knowing they were not as well protected as usual, he forced himself to focus on Lord Serratin and their surroundings. He moved closer to his master. They arrived at the meeting room, and Orion stepped back against the wall to gain a vantage point where he could watch the people that came and went in the room. There were no guards allowed in the room, no weapons of any sort. With the volatile tempers of the participants in the negotiation, weapons would be like pouring oil onto a fire. Orion watched and waited as the hours slowly ticked away. Arguments broke out, documents were crumpled and thrown into the fire. "We will not accede to that ludicrous demand," shouted the Sa-Lish minister. "And we will not yield one of our own to that outlandish request. There will be no partnership through interbreeding. That will never be acceptable." The Ko'val yelled back, a hand going to her belt where her knife would have resided under different circumstances. Lord Serratin rose to his feet and held up his hands. "Enough. It's time we take a break. He kept his voice low and nonconfrontational. The others turned to look at him. "Q'al, I want you to consider the binding nature of a controlled breeding between the Sa-Lish and Kov'al. Your provinces border and you each need the resources of the other. The gradual merging of your two societies would be beneficial to both provinces. And, Sa-Leen, you've already said your son has been attracted to Q'al's daughter and requested permission to mate. Think what it would mean to the future prosperity of both your provinces and ease for your people. And then you'll each have a foot in the other province to keep an eye on things. But maybe you haven't thought of that." To Orion, right now it didn't seem like either minister was particularly receptive to the proposal presented by Lord Serratin. "For now we will break and come back in two hours to discuss this further." A servant standing to the side rang the chime ending this session of the negotiations. Orion breathed a sigh of relief. The morning had passed without incident. They turned to leave the room, when Gill rushed up to Serratin. "My lord, please come. Lord Rollan has been injured and is asking for you." He gave a sidelong black look at Orion. Lord Serratin looked distressed. "I wondered why Rollan had decided not to attend the meeting this morning. Where is he? Take me to him." Orion knew this was it, that time had run out. They must have realized he hadn't drugged Serratin and were taking things into their own hands. This was the moment he had dreaded. He could do nothing but follow Gill and Lord Serratin as they moved quickly down a corridor leading to the back of the estate. "Where is he? Why would he be back here? Why not in his rooms?" Lord Serratin asked when they came out into a deserted courtyard. Gill stopped at the center and turned to face Serratin. "Wait here. I'll be right back." And then he scurried away. Immediately Serratin, Orion, and the few guards accompanying them, were surrounded by men with drawn weapons. Serratin drew himself up. "What's the meaning of this?"

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It was Claud who showed himself from behind the circle of men. "You're finished Serratin. It could have gone easier if your birdboy had done what we told him to do. But there's always a backup plan. It's just going to be a little messier. Take them," he shouted at the burly, armed men that surrounded Serratin and his men. Serratin looked at Orion, shock registered on his face. "You betrayed me?" There was no time. No opportunity to explain, to try to deny what had happened. Orion swung around, trying to find some way of escape, but they were trapped and the assassins moved in. Orion ran to Serratin, and the few guards surged around them, trying to protect their lord. "Serratin!" yelled Orion and he moved into a stance that Kasheesh had taught him. He had only his bare hands to fight with. And his teeth. It would have to be enough. At once everything moved quickly. He barred one man wielding a sword, whirled around to face another, dropping the man to his knees and coming down on his chest. Another came at them, and then another. He felt Serratin at his back, shoulder to shoulder as they fought off the men. And then, surprisingly, he saw the captain of Serratin's guard and Serratin's own men swarm into the courtyard. Thank the stars the captain had believed Orion when he had gone to him earlier in the morning. The smell of blood and sweat, fear and death, permeated the air. It was as Orion took down one more assassin and tore out his throat that someone swooped down on him, and Orion stared into the cold, hard eyes of Claud. "You little bastard." Before Orion could brace for the attack, a knife drove deep into his chest. "See how you like the other side, damn you." He yanked out the knife and buried it again and again. An arrow pierced through Claud's chest and dropped him over Orion. With what little strength Orion had left, he shoved the dead weight from on top of him and then fell back into the dirt. Catching his breath, Orion rolled onto his back, pressing his hands to his chest. Blood leaked between his fingers. Slowly, he turned his head in order to locate his beloved master. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him still standing, the dead body of an assassin at his feet. He turned at just that moment and saw Orion. "No!" He raced across the space between them and knelt next to his fallen slave. "Orion, you will not die." He gathered Orion into his arms. "You are safe, Master." Painfully, Orion reached into his pocket, pulled out the amber vial, and handed it to Serratin. The pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe. "This is what they wanted me to give you. I could never hurt you, my lord. I would die for you." "You will not die, Orion." The look in Serratin's eyes was frantic--the most emotion Orion had seen since they'd arrived in Bendar City. "Get the physician," he yelled as he lifted Orion in his arms and strode out of the courtyard. He looked down at the winged man in his arms. "I cannot lose you. Live for me, my sweet boy, live for me." Orion could no longer keep his eyes open. Lord Serratin was alive, that was all that mattered. He was so very tired, his limbs heavy. But he didn't think he'd ever felt as free as he did right now. He just wanted to sleep.

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Chapter 17: Kalamadur And Freedom

One month later, as Orion worked in Lord Serratin's garden at Kalamadur Oasis, he ran a hand over his chest, marking each of the scars left there from the attack on Lord Serratin. As soon as he was able, Serratin had Orion flown back to Kalamadur with Serratin's personal physician in attendance. It was Kasheesh who saw to it that Orion was placed in the master's bed as Serratin had directed. The senticle hovered over Orion making certain everything was done that could be done and changing Orion's bandages himself each day. When Orion was finally able to be up and around, Kasheesh had told Orion what he knew of what transpired in Bendar City after he left. Rollan had been taken into custody by the city guards and immediately brought before the council. He was convicted of attempting to assassinate a political officer of top rank--and one of the highest regarded lords--on the planet. He was sentenced to death and his properties were forfeited. What would have gone to his two sons upon his death was turned over to Lord Serratin in reparation for the attempt made on his life and the pain caused to those under his supervision who had been wounded or killed by the attack on his person. Conquest was honored, but failure--that was something else entirely. If Lord Rollan had succeeded, he would have been honored--instead he'd died a traitor's death in disgrace. Serratin then returned to negotiations with the Sa-Lish and the Kov'al. It was his duty and he had little choice in the matter. But he had demanded daily updates on Orion's progress. The last four weeks had been very quiet at Kalamadur without Serratin's presence. Orion's recovery went faster than he'd expected. He missed Lord Serratin very much. And remembered Serratin's last words to him as he carried Orion from the scene of the battle. "I cannot lose you. Live for me, my sweet boy, live for me." Thankfully, Orion had lived. He dug deep in the garden to pull out a weed that had rooted itself there amongst the greenery and vegetation, then looked up at the clear sapphire sky. This was where he belonged. Bendar City and the jungle were in his past. But here, in Kalamadur, he had found a home, a place where he truly belonged. And someone to love. Kasheesh rushed into the garden. "He's here, Orion. The master has returned." Orion let out a deep sigh. At last. But how would things have changed between them after all that had happened? Would Serratin still want his intimate servant, especially with the ragged scars that now marked his chest? Serratin had once thought the birdman perfect, but that was the case no longer. How would that change things? Serratin's collection was very important to him. Their care and maintenance of highest priority. Orion rose to his feet and turned to face Kasheesh. But Kasheesh no longer stood there, it was Lord Serratin, dressed in the whitest silk robes Orion had ever seen, highlighting the rich black beauty of Master's skin. The slave dropped to his knees, head bowed. "My lord, welcome home." He had missed Serratin so much; his heart ached at the long weeks of separation. Serratin lifted Orion to his feet. Orion caught his breath at the beautiful, serene expression on the master's face.

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"I've missed you, Orion. And I've been worried about you. You are properly healed?" Orion saw Serratin's gaze drop to Orion's chest. He touched one of the scars, tracing his finger along the reddened, shiny line. "You did this for me." "I'd have given my life for you, Master. Willingly." "The drug in the vial. It was poison. I assume you were to put it in my food?" A tear dripped from the corner of Orion's eye. "They told me it would just make you sleepy. So you couldn't fight them." "They meant for you to be blamed for my death, Orion. It was lucky that Rollan misjudged you." Serratin wiped away the teardrop from Orion's cheek and then brought his finger to his mouth. He watched Orion as he licked the tear from his finger. "I am most fortunate to have such a loyal and brave slave in my household." And then he cupped Orion's face and pressed his lips to Orion's. Orion closed his eyes, leaning into the passionate taste of his master's lips. Serratin drew him close, pressing Orion's body to his. Then he looked down at Orion. "I thought I had lost you when I saw the wounds. You are most precious to me, Orion, and I will see that you are not put in harm's way again." "I would serve you in whatever way is demanded, my lord." There was a small smile on Serratin's face. "You've been taking lessons from Kasheesh." "Yes, my lord." "Without permission." Orion gazed up at his master for a long time before slowly nodding. "Yes, my lord. While you were out hunting." Serratin ran his thumb over Orion's lower lip. "You will be disciplined for doing so without permission." "Yes, my lord." Orion shivered at the thought of such sweet pain as delivered by his master's hand. It had been too long. Serratin pressed the thumb against Orion's lips, and the birdman sucked it inside, swirling his tongue over the pad and nipping lightly. He felt Serratin shudder and watched as his eyelids fluttered closed and then opened again to gaze deeply into Orion's eyes. "You will continue with the lessons." He pulled his thumb from between Orion's lips. "Yes, my lord." "Come with me. It has been too long." Serratin led Orion inside. As he began to undress he looked at Orion. "Take off your pants and get on the bed." Orion did so quickly, eager to again be in his master's arms. He waited for Serratin to join him. Once Serratin was naked he climbed onto the bed. He reached over the side for a blue bottle. He then knelt between Orion's outstretched thighs. "Do you remember the first time I took you, Orion?" "Yes, my lord." He poured some of the oil into the palm of his hands and then warmed it. "Grip the headboard with your hands. Do you

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remember what I said?" Orion did as his master commanded, anticipating the sweet ache that was about to be his. And then he felt Master's finger probe at his opening. "I said you'd beg me to fuck you, didn't I?" "Yes, my lord." Orion gasped as the finger penetrated his anus. How good it felt. How right. "Please, master." A second finger joined the first one, widening Orion's rectum, getting him ready for his master. "Please what, Orion?" "Please fuck me, Master. I beg you. It's been so long." Orion gripped the headboard tighter and thrust his hips, eager to have Serratin possess him. Orion watched as Serratin spread more oil over his thick erection. He moved over Orion and folded his legs against his chest, opening Orion for penetration. Orion felt the tip of his master's prick at his opening, pressing inward, slowly. "Nine inches, Orion. I'll give you nine inches, one inch at a time." "Yes," Orion gasped. "Give me all of you. I want all of you." And then Serratin was lodged deeply inside, burning him up, filling his heart completely. Serratin's hand wrapped around Orion's penis, stroking, sliding up and down, his fingers slick with fragrant oil. "You are my passion, Orion. My one true passion." He surged inside Orion, in and out, faster and faster, his hand echoing the rhythm. "I love you, Master. I love you," Orion screamed as his semen surged and spurted onto his stomach. Serratin groaned as he came in Orion's channel, buried to Orion's soul. Tears wet Orion's face. Tears of happiness and joy poured down as he clutched Serratin to him. **** It was long hours later, as the stars sparkled in the sky, that Serratin and his devoted slave stepped into the aviary. Serratin removed the netting from Orion's wings. Two steps and Orion was in the sky hovering up near the ceiling gazing out at the night. He'd never felt so at peace before. As though his whole world was in harmony. He saw Master sitting in his chair, watching as Orion circuited the room. Orion dropped down and knelt next to Serratin's chair, placing his head against a strong thigh. "I've missed you, my lord. So much." Serratin's hand stroked Orion's hair. "I've prepared your freedom papers, Orion." Orion's head shot up. He looked at Lord Serratin. His heart pumped faster. He gazed a long time into his master's eyes. The beloved face he couldn't live without. "I don't need papers, my lord." He leaned his head back against Master's leg. "I am free," he whispered. "I made the choice to save your life rather than take it. I am free in my heart and soul." He again looked up at Serratin. "Freedom is choice and my choice is to stay with you. To remain your slave. The happiest moments of my life have been with you. My freedom lies in service to you, my lord."

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They stared at each other for long moments. Orion was afraid Lord Serratin would force the freedom papers on him and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving Kalamadur forever. "I would not want to be without you--if that is your wish also. But my life is not easy and often not my own. I have duties and responsibilities. And one day I must mate with a woman of my family's choosing. I have no choice, but you do. Our relationship can never be more than it is. You're certain this is what you want?" Orion didn't have to think about it. He would rather be the slave to this man than be free anywhere else in the world. "I choose you, my lord. I choose this life with you. Whatever role it must be. Without you, there is no sun, there is no light." And then Serratin smiled. He leaned down and kissed Orion. "You are my most precious possession, Orion Birdwalker. My most passionate birdman." And Orion was more than content. He reveled in his captivity to the man he adored above all others on the planet. His devotion and loyalty to the man who had enslaved the wild thing with his warmth and passion, his domination and demands had been tested and triumphed. Orion Birdwalker would love this master into eternity and beyond.

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Adrianna Dane Theresa Gallup uses the pen names of Tess Maynard and Adrianna Dane. Theresa has been writing since the age of 10. A legal secretary for 30 years, she is currently working on another erotic romance, as well as a full-length romantic mystery/suspense. She has been married for 30 years and has three grown children (a daughter and twin sons), and is a new grandmother. Writing as Tess Maynard, her first published short story appeared in the ezine, The Whispering Forest, in January of 2004. Writing as Adrianna Dane, where adding sensual heat to romance is her motto, Esmerelda's Secret was her first foray into the erotic romance genre. Having traveled and lived from the East Coast to the West Coast, Theresa receives inspiration for her stories from a variety of sources, including music and poetry, and her tastes are eclectic. For more information about current projects, visit Theresa's websites at www.tessmaynard.com or www.adriannadane.com **** Don't miss The Exile: A Seductive Tale, by Adrianna Dane, available at AmberAllure.com!

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