Master (ManxMan)

Chapter One

I watched as Master led the stranger upstairs and turned down the hall in the direction of his quarters. Shortly after, I heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Of course, I knew very well what they were going to do. I mean, what else do people do with others in their bedrooms at night? Apart from sleeping? Obviously they were going to fuck.

In this manor it was rumoured that Master has no preferences in regards to gender where his sex partners were concerned. Some assumed he was bisexual, others said he was pansexual. Me? I believed he was whatever he deemed himself to be. Only he could shed honest light on what his tastes were and where his sexual inclinations resided. Not that it mattered or should have. He was fucking someone else; someone who was not me. That alone had my heart breaking into a million microscopic pieces all over again. Imagine my distress at seeing Master drag a new fuck friend into the Eldemire Manor each fucking night. I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it of course. I was just a servant here.

I found it pitiful that I was so enamoured by my Master. The feelings were unrequited, I assure you - and quite frankly, inappropriate in this environment. I had noticed that I was drawn to Master Sterling for years. Of course, as a child I hadn't understood why that was the case. But now... Now I do. I was in love with him; in love with his raspy voice. In love with his electric blue eyes, his jet black hair. I loved his wit as he teased me about being on my knees when I scrubbed his floors. I loved the scent of his pillow when I was the one to clean them. Sometimes I'd hold them to my nose and inhale his manly fragrance. I loved everything. Everything about him. But alas, he was not mine and he probably would never be.

I shook away those self-destructive thoughts and looked towards the top of the stairs. Did I dare venture up those stairs? Did I have the guts? Or should I be a coward and just call it quits and turn in for the night? It was after ten last time I checked. Feeling masochistic, I beckoned to Daphne who was vacuuming the den. She looked up from her task when I called her name and I motioned for her to follow me.

She turned off the vacuum cleaner and we tiptoed upstairs. We turned down the right corridor and crept to the final double doors at the end of the hall and stopped just outside. Now, this was an extremely bad idea for two major reasons. The first reason being that the closest door from the Master's was a good eight feet away and probably locked. There was no way we could get into one of the rooms fast enough, should Master choose to emerge from his own unexpectedly. The second reason was; these hardwood floors creaked. Heavily. Daphne and myself had learned how to skilfully tiptoe these halls without making a single sound but if we were to bolt, they would no doubt betray our presence. And yet, irrespective of us being completely aware of these facts we still pressed our ears to the Master's bedroom door. Sure enough, there was muttering.

"Fuck you like this?" We heard Master's husky voice.

"Yes." The stranger purred.

"Arch your back. Raise your ass higher. Good." Master ordered.

Nothing else was said after that as we heard the stranger cry out.

"Yes!" We heard the man bellow. "Yes, Roman! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Oh God, yes!"

"You like that? You want it rough?" We heard Master ask.

"Yes! Please! Pound me harder!"

I looked at Daphne who was breathing heavily.

"Avy..." She breathed.

"Ssh!" I hissed.

We heard a bed creaking fiercely. The sound stopped for a moment and I had begun to panic when I heard;