Chapter 2: Returning to the Palazzo

Count Thomas of Weststone returned to his Palazzo from his outing to the slave market in his anti-grav glider. He liked the fact that he bought little Sheila more and more, the longer he thought about it. He hadn't bought a pleasure slave for a long time and even though she had been ridiculous expensive the 30000 credits really didn't lightened his purse significantly.

It was convenient to be a Nobleman. For instance if you considered, that many commoners had to live on the amount of money that he just spent for the desert girl for an entire year. But he was no commoner, he was a member of the high nobility, he was the descendant of one of the oldest noble family in the empire. The roots of the Family Weststone could be traced back to the time of the beginnings of the interstellar empire on Terra. One of his ancestors was the commander of one of the first three interstellar colonist ships and the family relations to the Imperial family were plentiful, even thought they "only" were Counts.

But he preferred to live here far out in the provinces, thousands of light years away from the imperial court. Only the Governor of the sector and the family of dukes and duchesses that were well known for their eccentric lifestyle, were higher than himself in this Sector and this only technically since his family had pledged allegiance directly to the Emperor.

The Duke's family wasn't interested in him and neither was he in them, so they left each other alone. The Governor he could intimidate with his good connections to the Emperor when it came down do or die. So virtually, he was his own Master. He loved it and there were very few in this feudalistic society who could truthfully claim that for themselves.

When he got out of his glider, Chris rushed toward him, immediately fell to his knees, bowed deeply on the floor and mumbled, "All hail, Master". He liked the view the seventeen year old boy presented him. Dressed only in a loincloth the well tanned, slightly muscular lad laid on the ground. His blond hair provided a nice contrast to his golden skin. A friend had given him the boy as a host gift three years ago. Since then he had served him as a valet and pleasure slave. In the first year his behavior was still somewhat defiant, but after Thomas had arranged this year to be a little more painful for Chris, the boy managed to his mind pretty well. Since then he had became a true treasure, one that the Count wouldn't like to do without.

"Let's go in," Thomas said to the groveling boy "the walk aroused me very much."

It was nothing out of the ordinary to have sexual contact with your own sex. Unlike in the old days - when only the Earth was inhabited by humans, sexual contact with both genders was seen as a matter of course. Quite the contrary, if someone - especially a nobleman - devoted himself to only on gender, this could lead to rumors and loss of reputation. Pederasty was seen as very important in the circles of higher ranking noblemen. This idea was - like many things in the culture of the interstellar Empire - going back to the ancient Terran times on this world world.

Chris followed his Master quickly into the Palazzo. When they reached the master bedroom, he helped him immediately out of his jacket. He draped it carefully over a chair and joined his Master, who sat down on the bed in the meantime. Chris knelt on the floor in front of the Count and started to open the buttons of his owner's shirt. Thomas leaned forward and pressed his mouth gently on the boy's and started to play with his tongue. In the meantime Chris continued to fiddle with the buttons and finally peeled the shirt off his master's body. Then he slid his finger over the Count's chest to his nipples and started to caress them. He then parted from the kiss Thomas was still giving him only to press his mouth on one of his Master's nipples and to pleasure it with his tongue. The Count moaned full of lust and run his hand through his slaves blond hair fondly.

Slowly the teen aimed his kisses lower and lower; first al over the lower chest, then all over his stomach. When he reached the belly button he let his tongue flick around it playfully. Soon he reached the hem of his Masters pants that he started to unbutton without stopping in his kissing. He put couple of kisses on the silken briefs of the count under which his rigid member was already fighting to get out. Thomas lifted himself off the bed to give his slave the opportunity to pull down his pants and briefs. After Chris finished with it he continued with his kisses between his lord's now naked thighs and let his tongue glide over Thomas's perineum to his balls. He licked over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum a couple of times until he heard the Count moaning. Then he continued on his way with three kisses on the rigid prick and then finally enclosed his master's cock head between his eager lips.