Page 20 of Slayer

The warehouse is a large open space, in the centre, Gavriil stands beside another man. Gavriil is a huge man, and it's not instantly obvious that the man beside him isn't standing on the floor. There is a short stool under his feet, the only thing that saves him from hanging himself on the noose around his neck.

Gavriil calls to us, spouting off three or four sentences as we approach. It's like he doesn't realise we don't understand him, his voice warm and inviting like we're best friends. That isn't the case, he just gets excited when we give him a live body to play with.

“He ready,” Nico translates.

Gavriil’s four sentences are translated into two words. I trust Nico's translations, assuming the rest is a polite greeting. I have no objection to keeping our conversations blunt and to the point.

“Nice to see you again, Gavriil. It's been too long. The downside of running such a tight ship.”

Nico sums up my reply in a short punchy sentence and we're ready to begin.

fifteen

Porter

Ihaven'tbeenswimmingsince I was a kid. The outreach programme gave us access to the swimming pool at quieter times, but once I turned eighteen and had to pay, I got out of the habit.

Imagine living here where I could swim every morning before breakfast. With trunks that fit, Knox's are far too big. They'll do for a quick dip alone in this amazing place. Imagine climbing out of the pool after a nice swim, using the en-suite shower and then a homemade breakfast ready and waiting for me.

Why is this life so tempting?

I step down the built in steps, the water beautifully warm and once I'm waist deep, I let myself drop down with a splash.

I can't help the audible moan that escapes as the warm water envelopes me. A life with Knox is becoming more desirable by the minute.

I start swimming lengths, breaststroke, backstroke, even a few lengths of butterfly. The only drawback is the fact the trunks keep sliding down my hips. My attempt at a sprint turn at the end goes better than I expect for how out of practice I am, but about halfway through the next length it dawns on me that I'm not noticing the shorts sliding down. In fact, I'm not noticing them at all. I glance down, putting my head under to find I'm doing the nirvana cover, totally naked in the pool. My swimming comes to a stop, replaced with a frantic search for the clothing, which should have been obvious but is alarmingly absent.

I have three choices. Keep looking for the trunks that have to be here somewhere, get out and see if there is a second pair in the small cupboard, or fuck it all and keep swimming. If I can cope with the collar, I can cope with having my dick out in an empty room.

It's a big decision to make, knowing I'm not alone in the house, so I keep swimming while I decide, hoping the lost trunks show up in a corner or filter vent.

As I get down to the shallower end of the pool and lift my head from the water, the form of a jolly woman stands motionless.

Watching.

Modesty pushes me onwards until I'm pressed against the side of the pool, my dick hidden against the blue lining.

“Hello dearie,” Gladys begins. “Mr Thayer wants me to tell you about the garden.”

“Uh? Right now, while I'm swimming?”

“Well, I left it for an hour, but when you didn't come out, I started to get worried.” She smiles down at me, as if all of this is perfectly normal. “Would you like me to start preparing a late lunch for you?”

“Sure, why not?” Is it really lunch time already?

With my answer given, the cook turns and makes her way out, and once the door clicks shut, it's time to hurry to the towel.

After a hot shower, I redress and head back out into the hallway. The temperature drop in the main house feels good on my skin and I head excitedly towards the kitchen.

“I didn't cut your swim short did I?” Gladys asks.

“No, it's fine. I didn't notice the time.”

“I don't always stay all morning. I usually go home for a few hours until dinner time.”

“You come back for dinner?”

“Yes dearie. I'm here first thing for breakfast and get Mr Thayer's lunch ready. Then I come back for dinner when he wants it.”

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