He came with a small, strangled moan, squeezing around the cock in him. His pleasure seemed to push the Master over the edge, and he shuddered and spilled deep inside Troy.
Fuck.
Fucking hell.
Another man had just come in his ass. Inside him.
Troy stared at the fireplace with wide, dazed eyes, unable to believe it really had happened. Unable to believe how much he’d enjoyed it.
Master Andreas let out a satisfied sigh and pulled out.
Troy shivered, the sensation strange. His hole felt achy and sore, but also vaguely empty, which wasn’t a comfortable feeling.
“You’re dismissed.”
Troy hastily dressed and left the room, his legs unsteady and his face very warm.
Chapter Two
Ten days later, Troy was seated on the bed in his bedroom in Master Andreas’s house, trying to focus on the video chat with Gemma, the drop-dead gorgeous apprentice he’d been flirting with for a while.
But no matter how beautiful Gemma was or how interesting the story she was telling him was, he just couldn’t fucking focus.
The plug in his asshole was really distracting, almost as distracting as the thought that it had been hours since the last time he serviced his Master. He would likely be summoned soon. He didn’t want Gemma to hear that. While she was aware that he was a pleasure servant, Troy hadn’t told her that he’d been servicing a male Master. He wasn’t sure how well she would take it. Maybe it wouldn’t be a problem for her at all, but fuck, it would be so humiliating if the woman he liked found out that Troy was talking with her with a plug in his ass because his employer ordered him to use it to keep himself stretched at all times for his cock.
Master Andreas hadn’t been exaggerating when he told him that he would be using Troy’s services often. Their second time had happened five hours after their first time having sex. Though calling the efficient, impersonal act “sex” seemed largely inaccurate. Master Andreas just bent him over his desk and used him in the same no-nonsense manner, barely touching Troy’s body. His Master liked efficiency. And frequency. The “sex” generally happened three times a day, sometimes more often if Master Andreas was around other people more.
The worst part was, despite the impersonal manner his Master adopted, he still somehow managed to make Troy enjoy the act—the act of taking a cock up the ass.
Troy felt his face become warm, his hole clenching around the plug in him involuntarily. He grimaced at the feeling. The plug wasn’t all that bad, just a little uncomfortable, sometimes in a good way. He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t love it, either—at least not the way his traitorous body seemed to freakishly love his Master’s thick cock. Master Andreas’s cock was hard but the texture was soft and comfortable and—
Anyway. It had been three and a half hours since the last time. He should probably wrap up his conversation with Gemma before he was summoned. That would make things awkward.
“Uh, I have to go,” Troy said distractedly.
Gemma’s face fell.
Ten days ago, the confirmation that such a gorgeous woman was into him would have sent Troy over the moon, but now he couldn’t seem to properly appreciate it, too distracted by the prospect of getting fucked soon.
Troy sighed and flopped back on his bed once they said their goodbyes.
He didn’t like it. He didn’t like that his body had become so accustomed to butt-fucking that now he actually… kind of looked forward to it. Troy wished he could detach himself from the act, treat it like just a job—it was a job, after all. But he couldn’t. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to detach himself and ignore the cock being stuffed into him every few hours. He was used to it by now. Used to it to the point that not having a cock in him had started feeling weird. Troy supposed it was true that one could get used to anything, even being the fuck-toy of an unfeeling, cold man.
All things considered, it could have been worse. A lot worse. Noel, a fellow pleasure servant his age, was currently servicing an old Master who looked old enough to be his grandfather. Ugh. Taking into account how long Calluvians lived and how slowly they aged, Troy didn’t even want to think about Noel’s Master’s age. At least Troy’s Master was relatively young and virile and… not bad to look at. Not that Troy had seen much of Master Andreas: the man never even undressed, just bent him over and pulled his cock out. He truly treated sex like an unpleasant chore he was impatient to get over with.
As if on cue, his communicator chimed.
Jerking into a sitting position, Troy answered it.
“My office,” Master Andreas said before disconnecting.
Troy got to his feet and went downstairs, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was already a little hard. He knocked on the door to the Master’s office before entering it.