Wahrryn's Point Of View
"Could you do it Wahrryn?" Mahxim asked.
"Hmm? I'm not sure... I'd do it if that's what Master wanted... But honestly... I'm too much of a scaredy-cat to actually want it..."
We were laying in Master's bed watching movies, and lazing around while our Master was out handling some business. Master had given us two cell phones to use if we needed. They came equipped with only 7 numbers.
The security box near the front gate, Master's phone number, Tristan's, Ferdinand's, Synnahmen's (basically Santiago's), Ezekihel's (basically Meyhymn's), and Sable's.
We had all gotten close to them at Tristan's baby shower, and had immediately asked Master for a phone to stay in contact with Tristan and Syn, especially.
We had just recieved pictures from Tristan and Ferdinand of the new baby. He was absolutely adorable. I couldn't exactly imagine having any children, but I would never tell my Master no if he asked. I just worried about what I would do if it ever did happen.
"Could you guys do it?" I asked.
"Nope." Maihsson said.
"No way." Mahxim added.
"Hell no." Jehssope declared.
It seemed that they genuinely didn't want to face that trauma anymore than I did. It was kind of funny to see, and also comforting to know that I wasn't the odd one out.
"I miss Master... It seems like he's been extremely busy lately... I don't really like it..." Maihsson mumbled.
"Yeah... I'm a little worried. I just hope nothing bad is happening..." I said.
"How do you guys feel about Tuscany?" Jehssope asked.
"He's better than the last three guys... But who knows..." Maihsson mumbled.
Master had replaced the butler five times. We couldn't even be sure if some of them were still alive. The second one had cornered Jehssope in the bathroom, the third one would do weird things with our food, and the one before the current one, would touch me in my sleep.
So far the current one wasn't a bad guy. He kept his distance, and only approached us when we asked for him, but he had only been around for about 4 months so far. So it was hard to really tell what kind of man he was.
After the third failed attempt at a decent butler, we rarely ever left Master's room. The down side to that, was that things got pretty boring pretty fast.
Just then, the door slowly opened to reveal our Master.
"Master! Welcome back!" Maihsson said brightening up instantly, and running up to greet him after jumping off the bed.
"Did you boys behave yourselves?" He asked with a warm smile.
"Yes. You were gone for a long time though Master... Where did you go?" I said.
"Hmm? Just around the Duhtchy. Sorry it took me a while. Did you boys eat dinner yet?" He asked.
We never ate without our Master, but we also could never tell him that. None of us felt comfortable enough to ask anyone for food, and even after almost a year of being here, we didn't feel comfortable going to his kitchen alone. Master's household staff consisted of nothing but men. It was hard to go anywhere without being scared or nervous.
When we has gone to Mr. Ferdinand's house for the baby shower, it was relieving to see that the housekeepers had been mostly women. Everyone except the Butler, who was apparently Ferdinand's uncle. I'd give anything to have Mrs. Kristi here.
"No. Wahrryn and Maihsson wanted to wait for you..." Jehssope said, not meeting Master's eyes.
It was a shameless lie, but one I wouldn't speak out against.
"Haaah... you boys have to eat. Even if I'm not here, okay? There might be times where I'm gone longer. You can't always wait for me..." He said, kissing Maihsson on his head.
He picked Maihsson up, and carried him back to the bed with the rest of us. Once he was on the bed, he got comfortable in the middle, with Maihsson and Jehssope to his left then me and Mahxim on his right.
"Master... Can I be honest?" Mahxim asked, nervously.
"Everytime." He chuckled.
"You have too many men..." He replied.
"What do you mean?" Master asked, confused.
"I mean... all the staff in your house... They're all men. The housekeepers, chefs, security, everyone... it's uhm... Very nerve-wracking..." Mahxim said, looking anxious.
I looked up at Master, and it seemed like he was genuinely surprised by this declaration. Like he was processing Mahxim's words and realization dawned on him.
"Is there a reason for that?" Jehssope asked.
"I'll explain that, also I'm sorry for not noticing how that could be bothersome until just now. Is that the real reason why you won't eat?" He asked, lifting up my chin.
I nodded slowly, afraid to meet his gaze. We has been caught, and so easily too. I didn't know what else to do or say. None of us had said much to him about it until now, but it was mostly because this month was the first month that he started leaving the house. And this week was the start of him being gone for a long period of time.
"There's no reason to be sad or scared. I don't hire women here because they always try to seduce me, or curry favor with me. No matter their age. Just like how you boys worry about someone pinning you down somewhere, or locking you in a room with them. I am deeply bothered by stuff like that. So after a while, I stopped hiring women." He said, laying back in bed.
I looked at him in surprise. I never thought that there'd be an actual reason as to why he only had men around. It spoke volumes about how his preferences didn't change until he met us. It was relieving to know.
"Should I get some female staff members, or should I introduce you to the kitchen staff? They aren't bad guys, they're actually trained by another Mafia King. So I think I should introduce you to them. If you still don't like them, I'll hire some female staff members. How's that sound?"
"O-Okay..." I replied.
He seemed really confident about the male kitchen staff, so it was kind of hard to say no.
"We can go eat, right after I have dessert first. It seems my cute Omegas have been lying to me for almost a whole month now... That's hurtful..."
He said that, but he had such a sly grin on his face, that it felt entirely like he had already known we were lying about why we hadn't been eating from the beginning. I felt like a rabbit caught in a trap by the foot.
"Uhm... Master it's Friday tho–" Jehssope said, catching himself too late.
'What an idiot...'
Master looked at us with a smile, already sensing the fear. We had originally discussed with Master, a better way to go about having sex. Since there were 4 of us, it just seemed to be too much all the time.
So then it was decided, Monday would be Mahxim's day with Master, Tuesday was Maihsson, Wednesday was Jehssope, and Thursday was my day. We had planned to just have three days of rest to just hang out with each other and play, but then Master threw a wrench in our plans.
He agreed to the separate days for everyone, but only if he got to pick on Friday. No matter who he chose the others couldn't get jealous, because Master had been firm on it not being about favorites. It was about who he thought would entertain him in his current mood.
The problem was that one day, I had told him about the issue I have with sex and this body of mine. Because ever since we recieved the injections from Tristan, our pheromones don't explode from us. So unless we were really horny already before the injection, the craving wouldn't be there.
Unfortunately for me, that also meant I could no longer find release while using the injections. Once I did tell Master about my problems, he showed me his "Playroom". It was mind blowing, to say the least.
However, I didn't have an aversion to it like the others did. Danhiel had been an extremely cruel man. Mahxim had nailed it though, our Master is a Kindhearted Pervert. Key word there: Pervert.
"Haha! Jehssope, the others don't look very happy with you. You must have said the wrong thing, huh?" Master chuckled.
"I guess I don't have a choice. Since the rest of you aren't as brave as him, I can only choose.... Wahrryn." Master said with a knowing smile.
"I'll take the punishment with him, Master!" Maihsson said, clearly feeling left out.
"Oho? But I'm going to take him to my Playroom. Do you think you can handle it too?"
"I can handle anything that Wahrryn can!" He declared, cheeks flushed with embarrassed.
"Maihsson, I'm telling you this as a friend. Don't. Do. It." Jehssope said sternly.
"It's fine Jehssope. I promise." Maihsson said, seriously.
I didn't care if he came or not, I just hated these pangs I got in my chest whenever Maihsson got Master's attention, like right now. He felt like a constant rival for me.
'Is this...? Am I fucking jealous? Of Maihsson?'