Chapter 2: The Beginnings of a Slave
Seth was conflicted. For a period of time he resisted being used like a breeding animal. However, there was a contradicting feeling of guilty pleasure he barely was able to hide in the back of his mind.
He could not suppress the fact that he liked it. Seth liked sex, if not loved it. At least in the beginning when the euphoric sensations were still new.
He found that he did not detest so much the lustful desires of the flesh. He discovered a lewd side to himself he never knew. He was secretly enthralled by the sexual awakening.
For a young man, all parts of his body grew incredibly fast and were well developed. Men and women bought him for his good looks and alluring body, but he was sold and resold when his masters found a new handsome or pretty toy.
Over the years, he grew accustomed to sexually pleasing his owners. However, sex then became repetitive and plain.
Unless he was fond of his masters, he learned that getting them off quickly meant less time he had to endure. He developed many tricks and was well learned of the pleasure spots of the body, allowing him to swiftly melt his masters deep into ecstasy.
If Seth was to be honest, he didn't mind who he pleased. Whether it be with a man or woman, he found each experience unique and tantalizing. At times, he was caught in a moral dilemma between his rational mind and the sensuous desires of the body. But he fully embraced the carnal pleasures of his flesh and enjoyed each unique experience with his great stamina.
Over time he started to understood the feeling of being left with nothing but emptiness. Through the years, sex and physical contact became absolete and meaningless.
He once again began to dislike his treatment as an item or an outlet, but the reaction of the flesh did not discriminate. Seth continued giving into the temporary warmth and the feeling of being wanted by his masters.
They desired his body, and at one point, he unknowingly desired more. He desired to be loved, truly loved. A love that extends past his lower half. But he didn't understand the difference between the two.
He mindlessly went along with the whims of his masters, numb and no longer aware.
He was taught love was lust. That they were the same. He felt no difference except they both left unfulfillment and emptiness. He was simply a love-giving machine to whoever that came next.
He went through many hands, and felt and was felt by countless bodies. And finally and unfortunately, he came to be held and owned by the cruel hands of his current and final master.
Seth's last master was the worst.
Seth would learn there could be things worse than all he had been through. Much worse.
The average-looking, short burly man that was his new master had an fetish of enjoying putting handsome men like Seth in agonizing pain.
He bought and tortured handsome slaves, to the extent of leaving them either half dead or crippled. Seth's master would never give them the solace of death. He was cruel and would let them forever suffering.
This man broke the little understanding Seth had of the world, and showed him the darker side of reality. What little resilience to endure Seth had would be taken and destroyed by this man.
Throughout the couple of years with his last master, Seth was physically and psychologically battered and abused. His physical wounds would be healed by light magic, before again being cut and stabbed with odd objects.
He was continuously degraded and threatened when he was in private with his master, and then he would be harassed and antagonized by his master's family as he worked around their mansion. Magic could heal his damaged body, but his heart and mind were long broken.
His master had an odd and perverse fetish. He would heal all of Seth's mortal wounds on his damaged body, except for the scars on his back. They were left to heal naturally before being slashed or whipped open again and again. The layers of scars were trophy marks that his master left to creepily touch and lick in satisfaction. His master sexually got off from touching his horrible handiwork more then the services Seth provided.
As time progressed, Seth could no longer put up with the torture. His master kept inventing new ways of tormenting him. The painful experiences put him on the brink of escape many times as Seth feared for his life.
However, the price of freedom was not cheap. He was nothing but a slave. Technically, he is still a runaway slave.
His master was a mage. A powerful one, who bent space and some of the other elements with his spells and magic.
Magiccraft of this world was categorized by the 10 essences of creation: wind, earth, fire, water, wood, light, dark, space, time, and chaos. Through the passing of time, the study of all magic was split into 6 schools: divination, abjunction, enchantment, conjuration, evocation, and transmutation.
All elements were part of each school of magic, though some elements did better or were more easily applied and manifested than others.
Mana was the essence of all creation. Every living being breathed and flowed with mana. A person's mana was their essence and linked to their soul.
The branding of a seal upon mana was part of the magic craft of the chaos element. It was sacred, and dealt with the divine and unworldly beings. Many used such magic with the divine or devils as witnesses to create binding contracts with consequences of terrible pain and curses if broken.
Seth was well aware of the divines. He once saw the face of a divine who was the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes upon. She was the divine who witnessed and enforced his becoming of a slave. She was also the divine who would come to curse him.
In his naive youth, Seth attempted to rid himself of the seal upon his mana, but he soon learned the agonizing pain that tore deep into his soul. That was a hard-learned lesson and never again did he try to break anything with the divines as witness.
However even so, an event would occur that caused Seth to make a resolution ignoring the damning consequences and break the slave seal upon himself.
He didn't care if he tore his soul, but he would later find out he could negotiate his punishment with the divine who bore witness to his vow.
His commitment to his freedom was made after the most horrendous night that left him almost dead.
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