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Fuck him. Jaime had already done that, but still. He marched over to grab his clothes from where he’d dumped them away from the broken glass. Aleric could clean up his broken toy or have a servant do it. As he shoved himself into his drawers and trousers, Aleric hurried by without looking and the blanket clumsily wrapped around himself. The privy room door closed as soon as the trailing end was inside.
Jaime swore under his breath when he entered the sitting room, and it only took a few seconds before he heard a click from the bedroom door. Aleric had hurried out to lock it. Of course, the privy door on Jaime’s side would be locked.
He’d intended to ask if he could go find the library earlier. Screw it. Jaime didn’t need permission.
Chapter Six
He took a deep breath after he left the sitting room and was walking down the hall. He’d never been treated like that before. Even the guys he’d been with only once or twice hadn't been so rude. Sure, some had been happy to simply leave right after sex. Needs had been met, and there wasn’t going to be anything else, but at least they hadn’t acted as if he were gross rubbish and made him feel about an inch high.
Once he was down a floor, he stretched a bit and told himself to get over it. Broken pride wouldn’t kill him. It wasn’t like he could win with Aleric anyway. If he’d left him there, he would've been berated for it. There was no point in feeling bad because he was sure the future lord was the sort who liked bitching at everyone. No wonder his wife had run away. He’d probably bitched at her too.
He leaned against the wall to look through a window into the backyard. The guardhouse was to one side, and he could see a couple of small figures by the door. A few others were in the yard by another stone building, and they were practicing their swordplay.
Why declare nothing went up his ass and then stick a thick, toy phallus in himself? Or ask for his hair to be pulled? There was begging for sex to cure the pain and fever. And then there was begging for things that one enjoyed during typical sex.
Aleric had lied. In the second or two before he fully realized someone had walked in, he’d looked like he was enjoying himself with the phallus in him.
If Aleric wanted to be that way, whatever. He started walking again. A man stepped out of a room ahead. When he closed the door, Jaime noticed the small plaque.
“Oh, you’re Aleric’s new slave, right?” asked the man.
Being referred to as someone’s slave, like he was merely a piece of property with no other real features and a criminal past, wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d experience. “It’s Jaime.”
“Oh, wait, I think Lord Monet said you’re more like his aid. You can call me Olivier. I’m the court physician. I was going to try to find you later to let you know who I am. If you ever need care, this is my room.” He tapped the plaque with his name and smiled. “It seems you’ve found me by accident. You can come anytime. If it’s late, and I’m sleeping, knock harder. I’ll wake up.
“Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t need you.” Thank Elira he hadn’t had to find Olivier earlier and tell him he’d been winged in the head by a flying phallus.
“Are you well now? Any small issues or anything you think should be dealt with?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m usually a pretty healthy person. Thanks anyway.”
“That’s good.”
“Do you know where the library is?”
“You need to go down two more floors. Go straight, right, left, and follow the hallway. You can’t miss the double doors.”
“Thanks.”
The physician left him, and Jaime made a mental note just in case he ever needed to find his room again. Hopefully, he wouldn't need the physician.
When he stepped into the library, a snore came from his left, and he looked over. Behind a large desk, an old man with grey hair was snoozing in his chair. His job was likely dull since Jaime doubted the courtiers made a mess of the books.
As he wandered between the shelves, he noticed dust. The old guy didn’t bother to clean much. Most of the shelves were in the main area, and toward one side, there was a loft with steps goingup. A few more shelves lined the wall up there. Jaime meandered around as he looked in the various sections. When he found one devoted to anatomy and health, he stopped to take a closer look at the titles.
He should have put in effort to find a book on abundant males and read it. He’d only known about the heat fever because of the first one he’d been with. Edging and denying orgasms to the other wasn’t a favorite thing of his, but he’d asked his lover if he wanted to try since he'd been into a lot of kinky activities.
His lover had looked horrified as if Jaime had suggested lopping off an arm. He said getting close to an orgasm and stopping could cause heat fever, and he wasn’t risking anything so painful. It would make his uterus cramp, and even though sex would fix it, he didn’t want to experience it even for a second.
Jaime had never brought up edging or orgasm denial again with him or any other abundant male. Anything that caused severe pain was a no in his mind.
He found a small book that was a primer for young abundant males and laid out the basics for them. With no way to tell them apart from anyone else by looking, the first heat was always a surprise. Twelve to fourteen-year-olds certainly shouldn’t be having sex, but the heat meant their body was maturing.
Rather like a young woman having her first cycle, except they had to endure it every month afterward. His Aunt had made sure he knew the facts of life involving women.
“If men aren’t taught, some grow up and believe the dumbest things.”
The primer said nothing about heat fever, so he selected another, thicker book. According to the author’s note, the writer had been an abundant male.
