A Small Piece of Heaven

A/N: It's sad that people at this site don't seem to know how to review stories.


A Small Piece of He – P – Part 4

Treize was riding one of his favorite mounts, a white Andalusian. The stallion was at times as stubborn as his master was. The dun steed the ex-colonel had chosen for Milliardo was a little less temperamental.
The two riders were heading for the woods in northern regions of Treize’s property, which were used mainly as year around pastures. The ride was rather quiet unless Treize was the one doing the talking. Milliardo barely spoke unless asked a question. And even then his answers were hesitant, like he was afraid to say the wrong thing. He seemed also unsure about making direct eye contact with his master. It would take time to break the young man’s training.
When Treize looked back over his shoulder he was surprised to see a faint smile on Milliardo’s face.
"Penny for your thoughts."
"I beg your pardon, Master?" the young man asked puzzled, the smile gone.
"What were you thinking about? You were smiling, so I assume it were pleasant thoughts."
"Just memories, Master."
"I see." So your life has not been always bad. There has been a time you actually look back upon with joy. That’s nice to know. "Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, Milliardo?" Treize suggested.
"I’m not sure what you want to hear, Master, but there is really not much to tell about," the young man answered.
"Do you know to write and read? Have you received any kind of education?" the ginger blond man asked. Milliardo struck him as a very intelligent young man and he wondered if anybody else had noticed that before or even cared enough to have the young man schooled.
Milliardo nodded.
"For a few years. But once it was decided that I was going to be trained to become a pleasure slave my master didn’t waste any more time with what he considered useless skills for a sex slave."
There was the faintest hint of bitterness in the young man’s voice, but it didn’t escape Treize. Considering the blonde’s good looks that decision was probably made early on in his life. How early, the ex-colonel didn’t even want to think about.
Soon thereafter they reached the gate to the pasture, dismounted and left their horses tethered up outside the gate. It didn’t take Treize long to locate the herd and a little offside the animal he has been looking for. The palomino mare must have given birth just within the last hour or so. Although she seemed absorbed in drying off her newborn foal she was very vigilant at everything around her. Her ears were moving constantly, listening for any sound of danger. The two men approaching didn’t escape her watchful eye. She positioned herself between them and the foal, neck stretched, ears laid back, warning them not to come any closer.
"So we are too late to see the little guy come into this world, but still in time to watch it take its first steps,"
Treize said as he came to a hold with Milliardo stopping right beside him.
The mare, deciding that her scare tactics had worked, went back to cleaning her offspring but not without keeping an eye on the men. It didn’t take long until the foal couldn’t resist the temptation of trying to put his long legs to use for the first time. At first he had trouble supporting his own weight on those slender legs, but after a few tries he was able to stand on all four.
He took a couple of cautious steps, shaky and slow at first, but grew bolder with every minute. Exercise makes hungry and soon the little guy began to search for the lavish supply of milk, which he knew instinctively, had to be somewhere on his mother’s body. The bigger problem was finding it. With never-ending patience the mare nudge him gently until he was able to discover the source.
Treize smiled to himself. In a way, the little guy reminded him of Milliardo. Thrown suddenly into a whole new world, timid and unsure of himself he was taking his first shaky steps. But with some encouragement and some gentle nudging in the right direction he would eventually grow to be proud, strong and beautiful.
Looking at the young man Treize found him watching in awe.
"I take it you have never witnessed something like this before?"
The blond shook his head.
"Well, unfortunately this is the last foal for this season," the ex-colonel explained. "But in spring there will be a whole lot more."
Milliardo looked at him. "Master…?"
"Yes?"
"Will you just leave them out here?"
Treize nodded. "He will be out here with his mother until he is about 2 years old, then he will be round up with the rest of the foal from this season and brought in to either trained or sold."
The ex-colonel had found that letting the foals roam outside half wild with only a minimum of human intervention made them grow up powerful and robust. But that didn’t mean he didn’t keep a tab on his herd. He and his stable hands checked on them and made sure they were healthy and well fed. Especially during the late fall and winter extra food had to be brought out to the pasture.
They watched for a little longer, as the other horses started to approach the mare to check out the newest member of their herd. For the next few days Treize would have his workers keep a close on mother and foal, making sure both of them were healthy.
"Let’s head back home," the ginger blond man suggested with a look at the sky. " I would like to reach the stables before it gets dark."
*** n thn they returned from the stables after taking care of their mounts, Evans approached the ex-colonel in the hall.
"I hope you had a pleasant afternoon, your Excellency. When would you like me to serve dinner?" the gray-haired man asked with a slight bow.
"You may begin right now. I’m starving and I’m sure so is Milliardo," Treize answered. He turned toward the d and and told him to get cleaned up and meet him in the dining room afterward.
Milliardo hesitated for just one moment and the ex-colonel, who had come to recognize some of the young man’s body language already, knew that he had a question he was not sure he should ask.
"What is it Milliardo?"
"Did I understand you right that you wish for me to join you in the dinning room, Master?"
"Yes, that’s where I usually eat and that’s where you will eat with me," Treize told him. He did understand the young man’s confusion. Most masters wouldn’t consider it proper to sit at the same table as their slaves, but he wasn’t like most masters. Hopefully Milliardo would understand that soon. "I had your breakfast brought up to your room because I wanted to give you time to get used to being around me, but starting tonight we will dine together. You will notice that things around here will be a lot different from what you are used to, Milliardo. I bought you because I was looking for somebody to keep me company, not just a bed warmer. Do you understand that?"
Milliardo nodded. "Yes, Master."
"Good. Then lets get ready for dinner, shall we?"
***
Milliardo was marveling about the generous amount and variety of food served for only the two of them. His master encouraged him to refill his plate and have at least a taste of everything so he could find out what he liked or disliked. The blond was only too happy to comply, as everything tasted delicious. The roast was juicy and thick and the vegetables tasted better than he had ever thought vegetables could taste.
Treize watched the blond, amazed about how much Milliardo could eat. But the young man needed it. He was a little too thin and he probably was still growing.
When he was finally finished the ex-colonel gestured the butler to clear the table.
"Evans, please let the cook know that the food was delicious as usually."
"I’ll gladly do that, Sir. Would you like me to serve dessert now?" the man asked as he took away the last plates.
"I think we will wait a while and have it later in the living room," Treize answered. He put his napkin down and turned toward Milliardo. "Do you play chess?"
"No, Master, I’m afraid I don’t."

Another one of those skills considered useless for a pleasure slave, I suppose, Treize thought, feeling anger about the fact that there were so many things Milliardo never had been allowed to experience until now. But this was going to change.
"That’s okay. I’ll teach you."
They moveto tto the living room where Treize set up the chessboard. He was pleasantly surprised how quickly Milliardo picked up the rules and basics of the game. But before they could get started with a real game the butler walked into the room.
"What is it, Evans?" Treize asked.
"I’m sorry to disturb you, your Excellency," the man said. "Buere ere is a phone call for you."
Treize nodded. "Thank you. I’ll take it in my office." He turned to Milliardo as he rose. "I’ll be back in a moment."
In the end the call took a lot longer than expected and when the ginger blond man walked back into the living room he found Milliardo curlp inp in his chair, asleep.
Poor guy. Treize thought. It’s been a busy day. I suppose it tired him out more than I thought.
He walked over to the young man, touching his shoulder lightly.
"Milliardo."
Milliardo jerked up, a sparkle of panic in his eyes.
"I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean to fall asleep."
"It’s okay," Treize assured him softly. "I should have known that you would be exhausted after a day like this. Let’s get you to bed. We will have time to finish this some other day."