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  “Nice,” he said, sarcastically. “So you’re always nude.” That was going to make escape a little more difficult. Three naked men traipsing down the street might draw unwanted attention.

  Peter grabbed a cloth bag full of cleaning cloths and headed back to the main room. Jeremy took the opportunity to speak to Sam. “You said you loved me, did you really mean it?”

  Sam met his gaze and smiled. “Yes, I never stopped. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life loving you, but unable to touch you again.”

  He leant forward and kissed Sam. When he pulled away, he said, “I thought I’d never find you. We’ll both have to make sure it doesn’t happen again. All right?”

  “Yes, very all right.”

  “What about Peter?”

  “I care for him. We didn’t have anyone but each other here. Nathanial turned into…whatever he’s become, and Peter and I, we….”

  “You want him with us, don’t you?” Jeremy wondered how they’d work out, all three of them together.

  “Yes, for a while at least. I really do care for him. Not like you, but he’s special.”

  “I see that. He’s sexy as hell too.” Jeremy winked and reached for the doorknob. “We better get going. He’s going to wonder what we’re doing in here. The guard might not be impressed if we’re gone too long.”

  “Grab that,” Sam said and pointed to a long handled mop leaning against the wall by the door.

  He did and followed Sam from the room.

  They spent several hours dusting and cleaning the house. Jeremy kept his eyes on the guard while he worked. The man seemed to watch them for a while, then he’d get bored and wander off, only to return minutes later to lean against the wall close by.

  When he was sure the guard would be gone for a few minutes, Jeremy hurried to Sam’s side. “I’ll be right back. Going to find a phone, I hope.” Before Sam could protest, he raced from the room, heading for where he thought Nathanial’s office must be.

  Down an unfamiliar hallway, he opened door after door until he came to what looked like the right place. He peered inside, making sure there was no one there, before entering. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn so he couldn’t tell what time of day it was, but there was enough light to see fairly well. He quickly searched the desktop then the shelves, but found no phone.

  “Damn,” he muttered and quickly left the room. He looked back at where he knew Sam and Peter were working, but decided to go a little farther down the long, brightly lit hallway. Two more doors opened, both to guest bedrooms, before he again found an office. He stepped inside, looking around hurriedly for a phone.

  He thought he’d come up empty again and was about ready to head back to the main room when he spotted a phone jack, with a cord plugged into it. He rushed across the room and followed the cord to a small cubby in the wall-to-wall bookcase. Opening the sliding door, he saw the phone.

  “Yes,” he whispered and felt his heart leap with joy. He grabbed the receiver and listened. The dial tone hummed in his ear. With trembling fingers, he dialled Ken’s phone number.

  Chapter Four

  “Please, please, be there, be there,” he chanted while listening to the rings. After the fourth ring, it went to voicemail. “Fuck!”

  For a moment, he stood there not sure what he should do. He finally blurted, “Ken, this is Jeremy Knight. I need your help. Nathanial Radcliff. Tonight there’s going to be a slave auction. Not at the house. There’s a barn right behind it, and at the back of that, there’s a trap door leading down to where he keeps his slave stock. He’s going to be selling some of them. I don’t have a clue how many, but he’s got the capacity for fifty, maybe more, slaves down there.” Before he could say anything else, the phone went dead.

  “Fuck!” he snarled quietly.

  Time was passing, and he decided he should get back to Sam and Peter before the guard returned and came looking for him. Replacing the receiver, he closed the slider and left the room. He glanced up and down the hall, listened for anything unusual. Once sure all was quiet, he jogged back to the main room.

  Sam looked up when he entered the room, cocked his head and shrugged.

  Jeremy made a beeline straight for him, grabbing a cleaning rag on the way. He swiped at the top of a coffee table and peered around, looking for the guard. He spotted the man slouched against a far wall, gazing through the window. He apparently hadn’t noticed Jeremy’s absence or return.

  Beside Sam, he bent down and dragged his cloth over the lower shelf of the coffee table near by. He whispered, “Found a phone, but couldn’t get in touch with my cop friend.”

  Sam looked his way and frowned. “Later, we’ll talk.”

  “When will the sale happen?”

  “Usually happen pretty late. Master…fuck, Nathanial likes to give the buyers time to inspect the goods. He also likes to be pleasured before the auction.”

  “Okay, later.”

  “Time to do some kitchen work. We get to prep for the evening meal.” Sam straightened up and motioned for Peter to follow them.

  The guard seemed to take notice of them and wandered after them as they returned the cleaning tools to the mud room.

  Jeremy learned more about preparing foods for fine dining than he could ever wish to know after that. They washed, peeled and sliced. They trimmed the fat from beef steaks, made countless trips to the pantry for more of this or that at Sam’s request. Jeremy finally growled when his lover asked him to scale a large silver fish in one of the double sinks.

  “Jeremy, maybe I’ll do the fish and you should finish here,” Sam suggested, stepping away from the counter. He’d been shucking corn into a bowl.

  “Good plan. I’m ready for a break.” He took Sam’s place and picked up a cob.

  “We’ll get a chance to rest soon. When we’re done here, we’ll go back to our quarters and rest until the auction.”

  “Yeah, you’ll get to help prepare me for sale,” Peter piped in from his station on the far counter. He looked bleakly at Sam, then returned to his job of slicing vegetables into a large pot.

  The guard had wandered off again, so Jeremy went to Peter’s side and wrapped an arm around the man’s waist. “Peter, we’ll find you. No matter what happens, Sam and I will find you and get you out of this.”

  The man looked up at him and tried to smile. It fell flat. “Impossible. You’re talking about a network the cops have been trying to break into for months, if not years.”

  “Ah, but they didn’t get a call from an insider until today.”

  “What?” Peter stared at him, a hint of hope deep in his eyes.

  “I found a phone. I didn’t actually talk to anyone, but I did leave a message on a friend’s voicemail.”

  Peter’s face broke into a genuine smile, and he wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s neck. “Thank you, my god, thank you.”

  “Hey, you’re going to make Sam jealous.” But he didn’t pull away or try to disengage. The man’s body against his felt wonderful.

  “What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Nathanial’s outraged voice came from the direction of the doorway.

  Peter’s arms fell away, and Jeremy turned to face the man. Dressed in a black silk shirt and tight black slacks, he looked amazing with his hair loose around his shoulders. The snarl he aimed at Jeremy turned his face into a mask of ugly distain.

  “Just comforting him, sir. He’s not looking forward to the auction this evening,” Jeremy said looking over at Sam. He wasn’t surprised to see he’d turned and faced his Master. He’d gone into presentation position as well and Jeremy quickly followed suite. Hands behind his neck, legs spread and his pelvis thrust forward. The position that had once seemed so sexy no longer held any attraction for him.

  “What the hell do I care how a slave feels?” Nathanial strode into the room and stopped when he got to where Sam had been cleaning the fish. He looked down at the silver body then at Sam, wrinkling his nose. “I do hope you plan on cleaning up before I n
eed you later, boy?”

  “Yes, Master, as soon as we’re done here,” Sam replied.

  “Then get busy,” Nathanial snapped and moved around the room. He seemed to be looking for something they’d done wrong. Finally, he stormed from the room, the guard on his heels.

  “Phew!” Peter said and got back to his job. “Let’s get this done and get out of here.”

  “You got it.” Sam went back to scaling the fish then washed the scales down the drain. They all finished about the same time and wiped down the counters before heading back to their quarters, Jeremy in the lead.

  As soon as Peter closed the door behind himself, Jeremy reached out and grabbed his arm, and Sam’s. “Come here you two.”

  Sam on the right, Peter on the left, the hug quickly turned into a group grope that left Jeremy gasping and as hard as a rock. It felt like each man was trying to outdo the other stimulating him, and he was about ready to explode all over the bedding. He gently disentangled himself and asked, “Bed or shower?”

  Sam looked at Peter and took a whiff of himself. “Shower, I smell like a damn fish.”

  Peter chuckled. “Yeah, you do.” He looked Jeremy in the eye then lowered his gaze to the erection that felt like iron. He licked his lips. “Yeah, shower works for me, as long as I get a taste of that.”

  “Sure will, so where’s this shower?” Jeremy looked around the room but saw nothing but walls and the covered window.

  “Follow me,” Sam said and left the room.

  “Oh yeah, I’ll follow that ass anywhere,” Jeremy said on the way out.

  Behind him, Peter reached out and ran his hands along Jeremy’s sides, then over his ass. It was a good thing the shower was next door, or he wasn’t sure they’d have made it. The door closed, and Peter was on his knees and spinning Jeremy around. His cock wound up tapping the man’s cheek and that sent a shudder straight up Jeremy’s spine.

  “You’re like a dog in heat, my man,” Sam said from a few steps farther into the room.

  Jeremy looked up at his Sam and smiled. The room was simple with unadorned white tile. Four shower nozzles protruded from the wall and a two drain holes would take care of the water. A rack of white towels and a smaller one with shaving gear hung right next to where Jeremy stood finished the room.

  “Maybe we’ll change his name to Fido or something.” Jeremy gasped. The man’s soft, wet tongue stabbed at the tip of his cock, just before it vanished into his mouth. Silken smoothness tugged at him. Jeremy would have collapsed if Sam hadn’t come up behind him and wrapped him in his strong, tanned arms.

  “Yeah, Rex or Fido, although, I do love yelling ‘Peter’ when he makes me come.”

  “Oh yeah,” Jeremy whispered. His knees buckled and Sam’s grip tightened.

  “Peter, let’s get into the shower,” Sam suggested and gently eased Jeremy backwards.

  The tension on his cock shaft was nearly too much, but finally, Peter released him. The man smiled up at him and Jeremy grinned. “Go turn the water on, would you?”

  “You got it, Sir,” Peter leapt to his feet and scooted to the first shower head. He turned the water on and, in moments, was back. “Sir, can I ask about that phone call you made?”

  “Yes, of course,” Jeremy took a deep breath to calm himself before he continued, “I didn’t actually get to talk to the guy I know. Ken Michelson, he’s an undercover cop. I did leave him voicemail, though, so he knows where and approximately when this auction is supposed to go down.”

  “But he might not check his voicemail,” Peter said, and his eyes hinted at panic.

  “No, he might not.” Jeremy wasn’t going to give anyone false hope, but he also wasn’t going to make it seem any worse than it was already. “But I know this guy pretty well. Unless he’s unable to get to a phone, he’ll check it.” Providing he’s not on a job, he thought, but kept that to himself. He’d spoken to Ken very recently, and the man hadn’t said anything about a trip, which was his way of saying he’d be gone for a while.

  “You think he’ll bring the cavalry?” Sam asked. He took Jeremy’s hand and pulled him ahead, into the misty depths of the shower.

  “Yeah, I do,” Jeremy replied. The water sluiced over him, then over Sam and Peter. He wound up the filling in their sandwich, with Sam behind him and Peter in front. They kissed, Peter and he, their lips and tongues slipping and sliding over each other, while Sam massaged his back and butt. Fingers found their way between his ass cheeks and into the warmth of his hole. He clenched on them, and Sam groaned.

  “Bastard,” Sam whispered into Jeremy’s ear. A moment later, the man’s fingers withdrew, and he rushed to where the shaving gear was. He returned a moment later, a condom covering his beautifully hard cock. He grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up his hands. “I’ve wanted your ass for so long. May I, Sir?”

  “If you don’t soon, I may have to punish you.” Jeremy smiled at the surprise mixed with excitement on Sam’s face.

  “Yes, Sir.” Sam moved in behind and again worked his fingers over Jeremy’s ass.

  With Sam working his magic behind him, and Peter tormenting him from the front, Jeremy was in lust-filled heaven. Peter lowered himself, kissing and licking as he moved down Jeremy’s throat and chest. His teeth grazed over each nipple, his tongue wound a crooked trail down the centre of his belly. He twirled his tongue in Jeremy’s navel, just as Sam eased the head of his latex covered cock past Jeremy’s outer ring of muscle and into the dark depths of his ass.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” Jeremy droned as he climbed towards release.

  Peter nibbled along the length of Jeremy’s cock, taking the head in then sucking hard. He kept it up until Jeremy grabbed his ears and forced him off. Unable to take the teasing of Peter’s mouth any longer, Jeremy needed to fuck him.

  “The wall,” he growled, dragging Peter off Sam’s cock and to his feet. He spun his new lover, and gave him a firm push. “Grab the wall.” He held the man’s slim hips, forcing him to lean forward. Kicking his feet apart, Jeremy groaned when he saw how the man’s ass presented itself so beautifully.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. He had no condom. He needed a condom now.

  “Here,” Sam said, and over his shoulder, Sam’s hand appeared holding the small foil packet Jeremy so longed for.

  He grabbed it and tore it open with his teeth. Desperation made his hands shake, his breathing to come out rough gasps. He fought to get the condom on, nearly tore it in the process until steadier hands took over. Peter’s hands, lovely, long fingers delicately rolling the sheer latex over the last inches of Jeremy’s prick.

  Sheathed, ready to fuck, he snarled, “Get ready, I need to fuck you, now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The lusty dark haired man rose and spun. Placing his hands on the wall, he arched his back and parted his legs, making his ass cheeks spread.

  Shuffling forward, Jeremy speared him, unlubed, unprepared, yet so obviously ready for his fucking. Jeremy noticed a ring of foam around the base of his cock and smiled. Peter had soaped himself while Jeremy struggled with the condom.

  He was fucked from behind with long, luxurious strokes. Sam’s cock filled him then pulled nearly completely free. Fucking from the front, Jeremy’s cock eased in and drew out of the sexy man’s ass while he gripped hips new to him. His mind a jumble of idiotic thoughts of pleasures passed and more to come. His balls churned, cum rose, an explosion of lust threatened. So near he tasted it, so close he breathed it.

  “Yes, fuck him,” roared Sam in his ear as he slammed into Jeremy’s ass and held himself there. His cock pulsed, sending its load into the condom. He gasped, and his prick throbbed again, just as hard, just as forceful, shooting another stream of cum out. More pulses followed, less forceful, yet equally as pleasurable from the groans and whimpers Jeremy heard.

  His own climax hit by surprise. A sudden soaring pleasure took him, sent him, carried him away. His cock throbbed, sending a ribbon of cum into the tightly clenched hole. He echoed Sam’s roar of trium
ph as he too shot another load into a warm ass.

  Peter was the first to pull away, his own climax slithering down the white tile before him. He turned and wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s neck. “Damn!” he mumbled and kissed his throat.

  Sam eased out and stepped around to Jeremy’s side. He reached out and pulled the used condom off Jeremy’s cock then pulled off the one he’d filled. He tossed them onto the shower floor and reached for the soap. “I think we all need to clean up now.”

  Jeremy shuddered, his climax just receding. “Yeah, we all stink some.” He chuckled.

  Soap in hand, he attacked Peter while Sam worked the soap into his flesh. It took them some time to get clean, but finally, when the water was turning cool, Jeremy called a halt to their fun. “I’m beat, you two. Let’s see if we can get a little shut eye while our betters eat.”

  Even Peter seemed more relaxed, not so worried about the auction. Although Jeremy wasn’t so sure things were going to go well. Ken, please check your phone.

  * * * *

  “Come on you lazy, good for nothing, uppity slaves!”

  The words connected just as ice cold water tore the breath from Jeremy’s lungs. Beside him, someone gagged and sputtered. Behind him, another man yelped and pushed against Jeremy’s back.

  Scrambling to his feet, Jeremy peered towards the voice. Nathanial stood in the doorway, hands on hips, empty pail on the floor beside him. Peter struggled to his feet, and Sam got into presentation position. Jeremy bit back the curse he longed to say. The guard standing behind Nathanial the only reason he didn’t leap on the man.

  “About time you three woke up. Dinner’s done, it’s time for the auction.” Nathanial stepped aside and the guard, plus three more, rushed in. They went straight for Peter, grabbing him by the arms, and while two watched Jeremy and Sam, the others dragged the poor man out.