First Draft Plots {manxman}

Servant

The castle halls were dark and silent as the night's full moon shined though the stain glass windows. The colors cast over a lone man as he walks along the hallways. His cold face illuminated, his fist clenched as walks to the top floor. His thoughts of his obedience to his master, his promise to the king, but he wished that this order was not bestowed on him. He also questions why his master ordered him to do such a thing. He remembered taking care of young master since he could barely walk and watched him grow up to be a great young man. He looked back in his memories and he could still not understand.

The large wooden doors with the Cathlo seal stood before him, he complied just walking away and say he came down with something, but knew that his master would not buy that. He sighed and knocked twice on the door, he heard his master's voice say come in. He grabbed the knob and paused for a second before opening the door.

His master's room was an extravagant living space with high ceilings and book shelves lining every open wall. A beautiful canopy bed with a balcony looking over the lands. Everything was in order expect the owner was not to be seen. He put his hand on his sword and kept his back to the door.

"Sire, are you here?" He half yelled into the rooms. The door leading to his master's private bath opened revealed said person. He wore a red robe and was rubbing a white towel into his head, obscuring his face.

"If it wasn't obvious enough, yes I am here." He stated. He dropped the towel on his desk and turned his back to his visitor.

"Sire, I have come as you have ordered, but....I feel... confused on your order." He states frankly

"Well, I don't see why there would be confusion, Damien. I feel that I was quite clear on my order. But please state what part of that order you were confused on." His brown hair dripping down his neck as he continues to keep his back to Damien.

"... if I may restate your order. "Come to my room by 9, no later. There you will..." he coughs as if flustered "make love to me." Damien honestly hoped that he misheard and that this will be a funny story to tell in later years.

"Yes that was my order and everything you said was correct." He turned to his servant and stared with his violet eyes. His ivory tone legs carried him to the middle of the room. He slowly pulled his tie and his robe fell to the ground. " so, take me."

Damien watched as the silk red robe fall from his body. His body bare to the night air, his unmarked neck, his stiff nipples, his lean, supple body. He quickly looked away before thoughts he will regret later entered, anymore than they already had. He heard his little footsteps move toward him, his fingertips gliding over his clothing till they reach his neck.

"Damien, make love to me, make me yours." He whispered into his servant's ear.

"Sire, we should not be doing this." He took his cape off and moves to cover his master's bare body.

"Why not, Damien? I know you want this or less you wouldn't be responding like this." His hands cups Damien's harden cock through the clothing. He quickly grabbed his hand by the wrist and held it away. His red cape, now on the ground from the quick movement.

"Sire, If you father found out about this he woul- " the words cut off as the smaller man pushes him to the door and kisses him. His naked body flush on his rough clothing. His lips move to his still ones. His sensual movements, his hard arosual grinding on his thigh, his hard nipples rubbing against him. Damien hands moved to pull his master's tight body against him, but he quickly pushed him away, his last shread of control in him.

"Luke, stop this now!" He yelled at the hard young man

"Damien,... please." Luke slowed walked up to him. He pulled Damien's hand to touch his back and moved it down his body. "I know you want me. I see it every time we train. With your hot...sweaty....tempting body in front of me. Don't deny it Damien, you want your hot hard cock in me just as much as I want it. Thrusting in and out of my wet, tight, hungry hole." Damien's hand is lead to his slick, wet hole, already prepared. The last of his control snaps and he slams the young man into the door behind him.