Sharing Is Not Caring

[Felix Valerius]

Valerius held the utmost contempt for his wife. He had hated her for purchasing the slave, but now . . . he hated her for laying a hand upon him. The first time he had become physical with Nennius, had not been planned. It had been meant to humiliate him, and perhaps the experience still did. Valerius had no intention of deriving any pleasure out of it. But that night, had set the course to so many others. And . . . things become increasingly, intimate. It became more than a master pleasuring himself with a slave. He would summon Nennius to his quarters, and make demands, sending him off to return when they were done. But . . . Valerius could not describe what it was. He was becoming more gentle, wanting to prolong the process.

Wanting to touch Nennius more. It was all becoming far more . . . sensual than Valerius was used to. And even then, was hardly sensual in other perspectives. Tonight did not differ from any others, apart from the fact that there was something Valerius would tell Nennius. Something that, he knew was revelation of these developing emotions for his slave. He had not cared that his wife had purchased Nennius, for she had done it to make him jealous. Valerius had not been remotely jealous. But . . . that feeling was brewing now. In the thought that his wife laid hands upon Nennius. That she commanded him and coupled with him. Valerius no longer wanted to think of her hands about the man that he claimed. His jealous, stemmed from not wanting to share Nennius, more than not wanting to share his wife.

He gave no fucks about her. So tonight, he would be telling Nennius to defy the Domina and prioritize his dominus. When the slave entered, the guard knew to take his leave, closing the doors behind him as Valerius purposely stared at his paper a little longer, as if not even noticing Nennius' presence. It was merely a stall tactic. A way to maintain composure while telling him of this thing that he never thought he would say. A thing, that would be more revealing of his feelings for Nennius that he had ever previously expressed. At least vocally. He finally brought his gaze to Nennius where he stood, forcing his expression to remain as stoic as it always did. "You will no longer lay with the Domina of this house." Words stated bluntly. Without any room for argument.

And if Nennius was insistent upon it, due to some pleasure he may gain from being with her . . . Felix despised knowing that he would be hurt by that. That it would sting more than he'd care to admit. "If she commands it, you will deny her. Tell her to broach subject with me." Valerius said the words with seriousness, and far more casualness than their implications. "I am the Dominus of this house," he said, raising to his feet. As if he felt the need to assert his authority. To somehow vocalize that Nennius had no power over him . . . even though the man clearly did. "You answer to me, and only me." Not the Domina. Not his wife. Not to anyone else who dare lay a single fucking finger on him. "Do you understand?"

Tag Nennius

[Nennius]

Sharing Is Not Caring This had been going on for months. Nennius would train in the ludus, slowly earning the respect of his brothers and acquiring specialized skills to aid his hinderance. Some weeks he was summoned to the villa, where he'd lay with his Domina during the day and with his Dominus at night. Not a single place failed to push the limits of his mental and physical well being. Tonight being typical, Nennius was summoned to Valerius' room where he stood with squared shoulders and a face that was looking much more defeated than when he first arrived. Lately, Valerius had been prolonging their time together, obliging his slave to stand and wait for whatever mundane tasks the man had to finish. To be honest, he prefered to be used and tossed out, at least then he'd have time to bathe and get a decent night's sleep. Valerius was now taking his dear sweet time with him, dragging out the hours until he'd once again be awake and worn out even further in Domina's bed. To think there were some who would kill to be in his place, receiving all the sex they could want. But Nennius cared little for this, sex without passion was just plain exhausting. Sleepy lids blinked over sharp blue eyes and still he waited on his master. When the man finally looked at him and spoke, it was a typical barbed command, however the command itself was... interesting. Dark brows knit together as he processed what this would mean for him, and to his relief Valerius continued, instructing him in how he was to disobey his Domina.  This was an interesting change of events. Valerius and his wife had never had a working relationship, yet it must have gone rancid if his master was now wresting his wife's toys from her hands. His thoughts were bouncing here and there, coming and then fleeing as quickly as they came, his head so preoccupied he nearly flinched when the man stood, demanding his loyalty to him alone. Nennius's lips parted as he studied the stoney and cool exterior of his master. Whatever caused this change of heart, it was not written there for him to read. His head moved in a small nod as he spoke, "Yes, Dominus."

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