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and Anyar began to breathe normally again, though he did
    not move from his position. Vanyae's stroking was even faintly reassuring, and he had no desire
    to move from his master and become a target for the drunken revelers who saw him as fair game
    since he was a slave.
    He winced at the thought, but he had grown bitterly used to the term over time.

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    He was slave. Vanyae's slave. It was a gentler slavery by far than most he had witnessed,
    but he longed for freedom, longed for Tanyan and home.

    Vanyae stared broodingly into his wine, swirling it until his image disappeared. How had
    he got himself into this mess? He had never really paid any attention to the slaves around him,
    had never really wanted them in his bed. They were nonentities to him. Although he had taken
    one or two for a time when the need could not be met otherwise, for the most part he had taken
    lovers from free choice.
    Now he had Anyar, and it pained him that he did not know if the boy enjoyed his touch or
    endured it because he must. He could not understand how it mattered to him. A slave was a
    slave. Somehow he had to stop these feelings, put the boy into the niche he belonged. Cared for
    but not lov—
    He growled under his breath and took a deep drink, then turned to Bayner as the man
    spoke to him.
    “I will take payment in kind. He drew blood; now he can soothe my blood. Come on,
    Vanyae; I gave you Geralt for a week last time you wanted a slave. You cannot have him
    believing he can get away with that kind of behavior.”
    Vanyae looked down into fearful golden eyes, a coldness within him. The boy was a
    slave—nothing more, nothing less. He had to remember that.

    Anyar went chill with fear as Vanyae looked down at him, eyes distant, a thoughtful frown
    pleating his brow. His heart sank utterly as his master looked away, nodding.
    “Not in public, though. He is too rare for that kind of display. I will not suffer his being
    shown to these people. Tonight, later.”
    Anyar curled into himself more tightly, laying his aching head on his knees and shutting
    his eyes against Bayner's triumphant grin.
    A slave, only a slave.

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    Chapter Six

    Anyar gagged as Bayner's shaft hit the back of his throat, and he tried to move back
    desperately, but impaled as he was by Vanyae, he had nowhere to go.
    His master reproved his friend, much to Anyar's relief.
    “He is new to this; go gently. I would not have him hate it so much as you would create.
    He is good with his mouth: let him pleasure you without force.”
    Anyar began to realize how kind his master was with him when he encountered the
    brutality of Bayner. The man would have had no concern for him whatsoever if not for the
    prince's admonishments. The young man fervently pitied any slaves this man owned.
    Perhaps being the prince's slave was a better place than he had ever imagined.
    The only escape from this intolerable situation was to have Bayner come as soon as
    possible, so he applied all Vanyae's teachings to the moment: curling his tongue around the head,
    dipping delicately into the slit and sucking gently there, rubbing down the underside, pressing
    along the vein there, and then swallowing the whole shaft as deeply as possible, given the
    enormous size. He tried not to think of what he was doing, only of its being over.
    He felt the big man's shaking, his heightened breathing, and sucked more urgently, fingers
    gently rolling the huge balls in their soft sac.
    He gagged as cum hit the back of his throat but kept his tongue moving to ensure it would
    be over as soon as possible. He let his mouth drop open quickly afterward to let the fluid drip out
    of his mouth. He wanted no part of this person within him.
    As Bayner sagged back to the bed, staring blindly, Anyar discreetly wiped his mouth on
    the sheets, shuddering with distaste.
    The encounter seemed to have pleased Vanyae, or perhaps awakened a possessiveness in
    him, for his thrusts sped up, pounding into