Date: Tue, 15 May 2012 06:02:02 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark's Worst Nightmare pt. 4

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			  MARK'S WORST NIGHTMARE
				  Part 4

Mark woke slowly, wriggled his bottom, moved his hands out to his sides and
felt round him. He sniffed, the smell was of freshness, like a meadow on a
spring morning. Then he opened his eyes. He looked down at his body,
pushing the sheet down to see it. He was all clean, and he felt good, no
pain, no smell. He looked round the room. It was big it was also
luxurious. Everything looked expensive. There was a huge floor to ceiling
window taking up one wall. He looked at it again and realised it was a set
of sliding doors leading to a balcony. He raised his head and could see
that he was very high up. Falling back he tried to remember what had
happened. When he did he shot up in bed and looked around again. The last
thing he remembered was Hugh taking him in his arms after crawling in shit
and urine. Did he really apologise to me? Did he really say he still loved
him? No, this had to be more devilment, what new horror was he going to be
subjected to? He realised he wanted to pee and looked around frightened
that he would let loose here. He saw a door he saw three doors. One was
much larger than the others so he suspected that was the entry door. He ran
naked to one of the others, that was a dressing room. Opening the third
door he found the bathroom. A very long and satisfying pee followed. He
smelt okay, he felt clean, but when he saw a new toothbrush and paste he
risked using it, he so wanted his mouth to feel good as well.

He walked back into the bedroom just as the door opened and Hugh walked
in. The look of terror returned to Mark's face and he fell to his knees
before crawling to Hugh.

He started sobbing as he tried to speak.

"I'm sorry Master, I'll try to be a good slave, please don't hurt me
anymore."

He kissed Hugh's feet and then just lay there crying. Hugh was crying now
as well. He dropped to his knees and pulled Mark into his arms, just like
he had done several days previously in a shit and urine pile.

"No Baby. I'm the one who should be apologising. I don't know what
processed me. I wanted you so badly. I wanted to be able to make love to
you and have it reciprocated. I thought if I broke you to gay sex first it
would be easy but it just got out of hand. Please forgive me Mark. I
promise I'll make it up to you if it takes me the rest of my life. I love
you so much."

Mark so wanted to believe him, but the horrors of the days since he was
enslaved danced across his mind. The terror wouldn't leave the eyes and it
just made Hugh cry harder. All cried out, Hugh realised he had a long road
to walk to get his best friend back. He lifted Mark to his feet, took him
back to the bed and tucked him in. He leant in and kissed him gently on the
lips.

"Sleep for a little while, when you wake up again just press that button on
the bedside table. I'll bring you some food."

Hugh turned away and with shoulders drooping walked from the room. He
needed to see his father again to talk about Mark.

"Dad, I've been truly awful to Mark and I've broken him dramatically. Can I
keep him out of all slave activity forever to make him whole again and look
after him until he's free man again?"

"He means that much to you, does he?"

"You know he does Dad, he's been my best friend since we were five."

"In that case you had better look after him, don't let him become a kept
boy though. Keep him fit, use him as a lifeguard at the pool, after all
he's a great swimmer. You may have to let a guest have him occasionally,
you know they offer big bucks for the ones they don't think they can
have. It will help pay his purchase price. I won't allow him to get off
scot free."

It wasn't perfect, but he knew his father was a consummate business man, he
couldn't let a prime slave get away completely. He went back to the hotel
office and talked to Jay at the training facility. When the present batch
of slaves were ready they would be brought to the hotel and Jeff and Jay
would go back to supervising on the farm until the next batch were bought.

A few hours passed before room service called to tell him they had a buzz
from his bedroom in the penthouse.

"I want a light meal prepared. Smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon,
juice, coffee, toast and preserves. I'll collect it myself to take up."

When he had it laid out properly in the breakfast room of the penthouse,
Hugh went to fetch Mark. He was sitting up in bed leafing through a
magazine he had seen by the bell push. The second he saw Hugh he dropped
the magazine and a very wary look appeared on his face. Hugh dropped his
eyes, he couldn't look at those eyes, they made him feel so ashamed.

"I've brought you a meal up from the kitchens. It's a light brunch. I'll
get you a robe to wear."

Hugh went into his dressing room and came back with a beautiful silk robe
which he helped Mark into. He took his hand and led him out to his
meal. Hugh sat with a coffee, watching, but dropping his eyes whenever Mark
looked up from his eating.

Mark enjoyed the food, he realised he was hungry but didn't know yet that
it was several days hunger, slave chow notwithstanding. His glances at Hugh
were a result of his thoughts. He wanted to see if Hugh looked as though he
was planning some more devilment. It just didn't appear right that he
looked so contrite and wouldn't make eye contact. When he had finished the
meal he sat back and it was then that he realised his bottom was still sore
and he remembered why, he had been fucked by two quite substantial cocks at
once and been punished with a paddle. Hugh saw him wriggle. He got up from
his chair, walked round the table and took one of Mark's hands again,
leading him back to the bedroom.

"Let me have the dressing gown Mark, go and lie down on the bed on your
tummy. If you open your legs wide, I'll get the cream to ease your
soreness."

Mark started to shake.

"Please Baby, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to put some
more cream on your butt to ease the soreness."

Repeating it seemed to work, Mark moved to the bed and did as he was
told. Hugh got the cream and started to use it on Mark's butt. The cheeks
were still bruised from the paddling but they looked so cute. Hugh leant in
and kissed them, he heard the sharp intake of breath and smiled. He
stretched Mark's cheeks to have a look at the anus. That looked a little
puffy so he thought he would cream that as well

"I'm going to penetrate you with a finger Baby, but only to administer the
cream."

He probed gently, only going into the first knuckle before pulling out,
patting the cheeks and telling Mark to turn over. Mark couldn't understand
why Hugh wouldn't look him in the eyes.

"Would you like me to get you some clothes? You can dress then and go out
into the lounge to read or there is an entertainment room you can watch TV,
play music or go on the computer."

"Yes please Sir, I would like to dress and watch TV for a little while."

Hugh winced at the Sir.

"Please treat me like you always have Mark, forget you are a slave. Dad
says you will still have to earn your keep by pleasuring a guest
occasionally, but most of the time you will just be working, and I want you
to live up here with me."

Of course Mark didn't believe him but he didn't want to make him angry so
he did as he was told.

"Thank you Hugh, I'll try."

Hugh looked up to see Mark's expression. He dropped his eyes again very
quickly. Mark still looked frightened. The tears started to roll down his
cheeks and that got worse when Mark used his thumbs to wipe them away. He
turned and almost ran to his dressing room for a set of sweats for Mark. He
didn't think about Mark being uncomfortable without underwear so he never
brought any and Mark didn't dare ask.

The afternoon passed enjoyably enough for Mark, he liked the relaxation and
the luxury surroundings. He even enjoyed Hugh's company for dinner. They
chatted, or more precisely Hugh chatted, Mark said little.

"I don't know how this is going to work Mark. You will have to do some more
slave training, learning how to behave with guests. I can do the sexual
side if you would like, or I will ask one of my trainers to do it, one on
one so that embarrassment is minimal. When you are trained I am going to
make you a lifeguard so you won't be hit on during that time and I'll keep
you in here most of the remainder of the time unless you are booked for a
guest."

Mark looked frightened again.

"I promise I'm going to look after you, try not to be afraid."

Hugh couldn't look at Mark for more than a few seconds he felt so guilty.

"You can help me in the office for a few days until your bottom is
completely healed and then when we start your training again I'll make sure
everyone who touches you is gentle."

Mark risked a question.

"Do I have to do all those things?"

"I'm sorry Mark, but yes. We occasionally have inspectors around who check
that we are using slaves properly. They like to make sure you really are
being punished for your crimes. We would be in trouble if we let you behave
like a free man. Dad is going to allow me to keep you here in my suite and
to only use you lightly, but I must comply with the terms of your
sentence."

"Will you use me when I am sleeping with you?"

"I want to make love to you so much Mark. I have loved you most of my life
and wanted to make love to you since we hit puberty. If you really hate it
I won't penetrate you when you are here, but someone will have to finish
your training. At least if you let me do it you know I will do it gently
and with love."

Mark thought about this but said nothing. He thought he would wait to see
how this next few days went.  They watched some TV and then Mark suggested
they shower together before going to bed. He was still not sure enough of
Hugh to tell him he would rather shower alone so they climbed into Hugh's
huge shower together.

"I'll do you Mark and then you can do me."

Hugh then shampooed Mark's hair, rinsing it as soon as he finished it
before using loads of gel on a sponge to go over the whole of Mark's body,
back and front. Then he did the same thing again just using his bare
hands. He slid his hand down the crack to clean through to the back of his
balls. Mark tightened his gluts and Hugh whispered, "I'm not going to
penetrate you, relax." He did and Hugh finished the back before doing the
same at the front. He was very gentle with the cock and balls and didn't
spend overly long on them. He knelt down so that his face was close to
Mark's genitals and then washed his feet before standing and using a
flexible shower head to wash off all the soap.

"There, isn't that much nicer than doing it yourself?"

Mark nodded but looked frightened when it was his turn. Hugh noticed and
took Mark's face in his hands. He leant in and kissed him on the lips. Just
a touch.

"Don't worry. If you aren't comfortable just wash my back and I'll do the
rest. When you have to do this as part of your training I'll let you choose
your own partner."

Mark nodded but started with the shampoo and as close as he could repeated
on Hugh what had been done to him. Hugh, of course sprung wood as soon as
Mark touched his cock with his bare hands.

"Don't worry kiddo, knowing how much I fancy you it would have been a
surprise if I hadn't."

Mark tried a little smile, but it was patently forced, and Hugh wept
inside, what a lot of damage he had done to his friends emotions.

They dried each other, Hugh still sporting a very erect penis. Teeth
cleaned and in to bed. Hugh pulled Mark into a cuddle. He could feel the
tension but just stroked him gently until he fell asleep. It felt so good
having his best friend in bed with him. `Perhaps one day we'll be able to
put all this behind us and be proper lovers' he thought as he too drifted
off to sleep.

The next morning when Hugh woke, still cuddling Mark, he felt the tension
building up, obviously as Mark came to full awareness. He kissed him on the
nose before hopping out of bed with his usual pee hard.

"I need to unload this or I'm going to make a mess on the carpet."

He ran for the bathroom and returned to speak to Mark.

"I shower and clean my teeth before ordering breakfast Mark, what do you
want to do?"

"I need to pee and do the same."

"Good, we can shower together again. This really is part of your training
for when you shower with a guest."

Mark accepted that this was likely to be the norm and thought it was a lot
better than living in the slave quarters and using a cold shower with just
soap instead of scented gel. When breakfast came, this was another plus,
proper food instead of that disgusting slave chow. `Is this a gentle build
up and then Hugh will send me tumbling back into hell', was Mark's thought.

In the office Hugh showed Mark what he could do to help and they worked
until mid morning.

"Let's have a snack and take a little time to further your training Mark."

Not a happy bunny as he was led back to Hugh's suite.

"I'm sorry my love. I want to take you to paradise and never let anyone
else touch you, but I can't. What I can do is make your training as
pleasant as possible. You have to be proficient at sucking and being
fucked. Dad knows, and likes you, but he is governed by regulations. The
only alternative is to sell you, and I shudder at what you might have to
endure with another owner."

Mark took this all in, but wasn't convinced. He still couldn't accept that
Hugh wasn't the monster he had been in his first week in slavery.

"I'm going to blow you today. I want you to watch and feel what I do with
my tongue on your penis, and then later, we can reverse and see how much
you learnt."

Mark couldn't believe the sensuality. The feelings were unbelievable in
their intensity. He watched as Hugh brought him to a monumental
orgasm. Astounded by the picture of Hugh gulping down his sperm he couldn't
resist fondling Hugh's hair and cheeks. Hugh slid up the bed, kissed Mark
passionately, swapping a little cum.

"I love you so much. I hope you enjoyed that, but learnt something from it
as well."

Mark was still spinning in space. He had to believe that Hugh loved
him. The blowjob was amazing.  At last they looked in each other's
eyes. Mark saw the tears.

"I can't help it Mark. I'm no pussy boy wimp, but I love you so much. Just
touching you gives me such great joy."

"I don't know what to think. You terrified me, and I know you can use my
body any way you like for years. I worry that you are playing games with me
and will drive me back into hell if I don't please you.

"You've pleased me since you were five. I'm sure I will love you forever."

They snuggled, they laughed and they cried. They both wondered if it was
possible their feelings would survive this next five years.