Samson (RP/Parody)

'Glad you think so,' he grinned, giving Kyle a kiss as he put the omelette down in front of him. 'You eat that whilst I shower, and then I'll be ready for our day out.'

Samson threw on last night's shorts, which Kyle had left discarded in the living room when pulling them off him, to prepare an omelette for his man. It smelt delicious as he filled it with cheese and ham they'd bought at the delicatessen yesterday.

"Come on," he grinned. "Get in the shower, and I'll make you breakfast. I want to get to the beach!"

He turned and ran, impressive rump bouncing as he left Kyle behind to start getting ready for the day.

"Keep your chin up," he said softly, sitting down next to him in the sand. "It could be a lot worse. They could have left you in the bottom of that well to die... Across this desert, there's a future waiting for you."

He wriggled himself away, until he fell out of bed with a heavy thump. Laughing, he gathered himself and rose to his feet.

"Enough, Mr Boyd," he said with a grin as wide as his face, completely naked as he stood looming over Kyle on his back in the bed. "Or you'll have nothing to look forward to!"

“Mmm stop it!” he giggled, wriggling away from the tickling kisses from the sensitive spot round his ear.

“Yes. Pa’s a good man… It’s in both your interests that he treats you well. He wants to keep you healthy and strong.”

“That sounds perfect,” he sighed, nuzzling his head in close to Kyle’s neck. “You’re too good to me.”

He indulged Kyle another kiss.

“Today let’s just… relax.”

He knew he wanted to visit the famous sites but… not today. It would take some emotional strength to return to places he knew as a slave.

“How about we head to the beach?”

“It’s another two days walk to Egypt,” he said plainly. “But we‘ll rest here for the night. Pa will be bringing food back with him for us all.”

He kept massaging firmly.

“My Ma always said I had to be kind to my elders…” he grinned, before breaking the run of teasing they’d been having with a hungry, deep kiss.

“What do you want to do today, my soldier?”

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A large wooden crate had been delivered to Aphrodite. Stamped on the side, under his name, it simply said ‘Live Stock’.

Would he open it?

“I don’t know…” he grinned, clamping both his hands on each of Kyle’s firm ass cheeks. “I’ve seen some asses that are even older and saggier than yours!”

He was teasing, massaging the perfect arse roughly.

He felt for the boy, but he shook his head.

“You can‘t think like that anymore, Yosef. Your brothers… They offered you up. Deemed your life as a commodity, and undervalued your worth as comparable to a sheep. You have no home in Canaan anymore.“

“Because no monster stands before me. I’ve known monsters, and you are not one of them. Monsters do not have restraint, Lucian… They take without thought. And yet all you have done is hold back from your pull to me… Despite how much you want to touch me…”

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He looked down at his feet, knowing Scott was right: he *would* be good on the football team. But…

“I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”

“You think?” he said, crossing his arms and tensing his chest as he stared straight at the flustered vampire. “Like who?”

“Oh yeah?” he chuckled, continuing to press his hips back and forth into Kyle’s crotch. “Aren’t you just the luckiest man in the whole wide world?”

“Here, let me help you,” he said when he saw Yosef struggling with the canteen. He took it back and poured the lukewarm water into the boy’s mouth. “Better?”

"I think you get plenty of fun from me, Mr Boyd!" he chuckled, letting his crotch rithe against Kyle's. "You seemed to be giddy with delight when you were riding my cock last night..."

Samson reached down to his waist and lifted out his canteen, handing it over for the boy to drink when he saw what seemed to be... dejection on his face.

"Don't worry! You're literate and have a... pretty face. My father will be able to sell you to a fine house with a good master."

"Lucky for you, I'm a gentle soul..." he teased, running his hand all over Kyle's ass, which tensed and relaxed in response to his hand. "I could never spank you... I know how long it takes old men like you to recover from a bruise!"

"Oh! No.... We're not slave owners. We're common folk - former slaves ourselves. Wouldn't have any use for a handboy like you... We're just struggling with money at the moment. Father's hoping he can make a profit from selling you, seeing as your brothers we're so keen to get rid of you."

as naughty as you're being, I'd get a hard spank."

His eyes sparkled with early morning groggy flirtation.

He moans with pleasure as Kyle's thumb finds his big, sensitive nipple and plays with it.

"A man your age should know better than to be so naughty this early in the morning," he chuckles, taking a free hand and planting it hard on Kyle's ass cheek. "The last time I was here in Italy, if I'd been +

He blinked.

"Uhh... yes?"

What did the boy think he was being strapped to the back of a camel for?

"Yes, Mr Boyd, it was," he said, pulling Kyle closer to him and kissing him deeply on the lips.

He decided to be bold. He was already in his underwear!

"You could stop brushing that hair of yours and kiss me... Lie next to me..."

"Quite?" he parroted back. "And there was me thinking that giving you access to my own flesh and blood would be thought of as going above and beyond!"