Wednesday Briefs #24: Growth, Part 22: Ghalib’s Welcome, Part 4

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Ghalib’s Welcome, Part 4

Ghalib gets his first hints of what it means to be a pleasure slave.

Ghalib

“Welcome back, Ghalib! I’m so happy you chose to join us,” Nadir said stepping up to Ghalib and taking his hands.

Ghalib must have looked as panicked as he felt because Nadir’s smile widened. He squeezed Ghalib’s hands. “I promise it’s not nearly as scary as you’re imagining.”

“He is looking a bit overwhelmed,” Teman said. “Isn’t he, Cyrus?”

“He is,” Cyrus agreed then turned to Ghalib and put a hand on his back. “Really. My loves are correct. We aren’t that scary. I know it’s a lot to take in at once.” He paused and turned to Nadir. “Perhaps, we should take this a step at a time. Get him equipped?”

Nadir nodded and moved over to one of the cabinets along the wall. Ghalib couldn’t tell what was happening there, so instead, he shifted his attention back to Cyrus, who was frowning at him. “I wonder…” He tilted his head and looked Ghalib over.

Ghalib squirmed at the perusal.

“What’s that, Cyrus?” Teman asked.

Cyrus pursed his lips and looked up when Nadir came back. “Should he still be dressed?”

“Oh, that is a good question,” Nadir said, turning to look at Ghalib.

Ghalib, confused, switched his gaze from one to the other. Why would he be dressed? He blinked at their thoughtful expressions, then realized the problem. “Uh… if I may… please, don’t treat me any differently.” His face heated when they all raised their eyebrows but he forced himself to continue. “If… if I am going to do this, I want to do it the right way. The—the way everyone else does.”

Nadir’s face split into a grin. “Oh, you were so right about him, Tem.”

Teman grinned, too. “Thank you. I thought so.”

“If that is what you want, Ghalib…?” Cyrus asked, smiling.

Ghalib swallowed, pushed the last of his uncertainty and fears into the back and nodded. “It is.”

Cyrus’s smile widened and he nodded. “Good.” There was a tone of approval in Cyrus’s voice that Ghalib reacted to. He didn’t quite understand it except that he liked knowing Cyrus approved of him. Cyrus gave him one more long piercing look, then nodded again and stepped back. “Well, then. Strip. You must get used to being naked, as that is how you will be from now on unless a master decides otherwise. Nadir, you, too. He should be bathed and shaved.”

“Of course, Cyrus,” Nadir replied and Ghalib raised his eyebrows at the obedience he heard in Nadir’s voice.

But he found himself wanting to obey Cyrus as well and, slightly bewildered, hurriedly toed his slippers off, then tugged his tunic over his head.

“May I help?” Teman asked.

Cyrus smiled. “Of course. You too, then. Clothes off.”

Teman bowed his head and Ghalib was momentarily distracted when both men peeled tunics and pants off in very short order. He forced his attention away from their naked bodies and back to his own clothes and a moment later, was as naked as the other two.

As he did, he realized he wasn’t nearly as bothered by being naked as he thought he would be. He suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that he wasn’t the only one without clothes. He couldn’t stop himself from looking Nadir over and saw, to his surprise, that Nadir still wore a cage, just like Teman did.

Nadir smiled, obviously reading his gaze correctly. “Yes, I still wear one. I serve Cyrus like Teman serves His Highness. Though I do sometimes serve His Highness, as well. And Teman sometimes serves Cyrus.”

“You’re confusing him, love,” Cyrus said with a chuckle.

“Sorry!” Nadir laughed and held his hand toward the tub. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Ghalib crossed the small space and took the three steps up to the side of the tub, easing himself into the steaming water. Teman and Nadir, cages having been removed by Cyrus, joined him a moment later. He kept his gaze averted from their cocks, afraid of how he’d react if he looked just a little too long.

“I think we can get some training in this evening,” Cyrus said from the door. “Get him equipped and I’ll get the room ready.”

“Okay, Cyrus.” Nadir returned Cyrus’s wave and Cyrus left.

Teman reached up and ran his hand over Ghalib’s hair. “He’s got beautiful hair. Is it always this long? Do you like it that way?”

“I do. I usually kept it short to do my work, though. I just hadn’t had a chance to cut it recently. I liked it long, but it was difficult to work with by myself.”

“Well, you needn’t worry about that now. We will help you. In fact, we will be responsible for bathing you—either I will or another slave, most likely,” Nadir said, reaching for a washcloth. “You will no longer be allowed to touch yourself. At least, not while you are uncaged.” Ghalib stood still while Nadir handed a second cloth to Teman and they both lathered them up. Then they turned to him and he found himself struggling with a brand new set of sensations as they both ran their hands over him.

He hadn’t been bathed by anyone else since he was a small boy, when his mother was still alive. And that had most certainly not felt the same. Now, he had two sets of male hands touching him. Bathing, yes, but they felt good and before long, he was reacting, his cock starting to fill.

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