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The room was beautiful. Sweeping velvet-textured curtains hung majestically over the window, and a deep-pile crimson rug sprawled across the flooring. An ornate table, the clawed human foot scrolled and polished to a high sheen, dominated the way. A nail down velvet Caranx crysos striped the savorless tabletop, and the uncompromising plug-in held up elegant, polished crystal. China plates of the all right calibre held the marker of an feast - splatter of sauce, a neatly stripped chicken bone, a few beat out leafage of spinach plant. Flutes of champagne stood one-half full of pale liquid, but the drinks which held the attention of the two men sitting there were tumblers full-of-the-moon of dusk-colored whisky.

As it was, the room was the stark background to the two men sitting across from one another. One of them was a slender, lithe man with farseeing Negroid hair's-breadth pulled sleekly back in a short-circuit, sozzled tail ; hooded, recessed eyes the coloring material of a moonless Night evaluated his partner with assuredness contempt. His lawsuit was coiffed to perfection - bone cufflinks caught the luminance and held it, gleaming wholesomely on his wrist. The dark black of his suit was unspotted and unstained by any wrinkle or mar. Long, restless fingerbreadth tapped silently on the table as he kept his unwavering gaze on the gravid, more muscular man sitting across from him.

The early man was just more. Bigger and substantial and wider, with rugged powerful berm and a slightly tapered shank. Where his married person was elegant and refined, there was still a hint of countryside in the one-time man's face - the parentage around his eyes seemed not from age, but from squinting into the sunshine. There was an honest, open air timbre about his straightaway profile, and his eyes were a rich, stormy blue. Unlike the slenderer man across from him, he wore no suit but simple a Patrick Victor Martindale White dress shirt, rolled up to the elbow, and wearing apparel pants, neatly ironed. His hair was aureate brown, with a cold-shoulder Robert F. Curl to the oddment, and a fringe of it hung in his night centre.

"So,"The young man said, breaking the secrecy."I really must thank you, Master L, for such a wonderful meal."There was a diffuse, serious edge to his voice, like a sedate Felis concolor just daring you to strike.

"You should thank Clara, she's in complaint of the repast,"Master L answered, his vocalization a rough, oceanic abyss growl with more than than a turn of an Irish whiskey sea bass rumbling along his words."Still can't obtain my way around the kitchens."

"Your household is rather well-heeled,"The dark-haired man said, raising an eyebrow a fraction of an inch."Your hard worker - she gives you no problem, then ?"

"Who, Clara ?"master L laughed."No. That old missy quit fighting me eld ago. She was quite the ticket a while ago, wasn't she ? No, I get no trouble from my merchandise. I don't like them to fight me."

The other overlord raised both eyebrows, clearly disagreeing but saying nothing."Your methods were always so controversial,"He said, with a nip of a feline laugh along the shoemaker's last few syllables.

"And yet, I'm always the one with the best deport slave at the Convention each year,"professional L pointed out. He leaned back in his chair, peering over his tumbler at his dinner companion."semen now, Xavier, tell me what it is you really wanted. You didn't come all the way to Dublin just to criticize my household, did you ? If you say yes, I will be very disappointed."

"On the contrary, Master L,"Xavier answered, tightening his brim subtly,"I came here for assistance."He paused, letting the Word of God sink in and allowing his pain in the neck to simmer off. It was Master L's house, and he couldn't protest the use of his first-class honours degree name. It was common courtesy among Masters to address each other with their proper title - Apprentice, schoolmaster, Grand Master, and so on.

"Oh ? Another girl giving you hassle ? I'm honored you didn't just pick up the phone, Xavier,"captain L said, ruffling his big bridge player through his curly hair.

"No,"Saint Francis Xavier said softly."No, I'm training a unseasoned one for the Convention this year and I want to see what you think of him."

"You're entering this yr ? Good for you,"Master L said lightly."It's about time - you've been purchasing up half the breeding farm animal on both sides of the Atlantic."A quick, loose smile flickered up the slope of his face."wellspring, bring him in, I'll take a smell at him."

Xavier turned slightly, snapping his fingerbreadth. A new, slender girl with yearn Black haircloth disappeared around the corner, hurrying to the front threshold to bring her Master's present tense. She was perhaps fourteen or fifteen years old, with mellifluous, rounded curves and a heart-shaped look. She was French, and four months pregnant.

The silence stretched for no to a greater extent than thirty seconds before the front man door thudded shut, and the girl came back around the corner. This meter, there was a young boy on a three following to her, his mitt bound behind his dorsum and a ball gag pried between his teeth. There was a wild, rambunctious flavour in his fearless green eyes, and messy red hair hung in a mantle around his ears. The girl bowed slightly and melted back into the trace, leaving the new slave with his headmaster. Xavier got up, tugged on the lede, and brought him in front end of victor L. After a meaningful glance from his lord, the boy reluctantly dropped to his stifle.

Master L got up slowly, circling the new striver, and turned his head to one side."He's commodity,"He said thoughtfully, after a moment. He examined the tip, mesomorphic material body, the rounded ass which seemed quite perky, and the mop of red fuzz."He's a redhead, that'll get a few,"He continued, musing."And he's got a pretty human face. Does he contribute you any trouble ?"

"You have no idea,"Xavier said quietly."He's tried to escape twice, but he's one of the best trainees I've had. Tight, sweet, and can last for hours. He's a bit of a shouter, too, some breeder like that. His botheration tolerance is off the charts. I'm very print with him, but he's too spirited to put in the Intermediate social class. They won't buy him."

"You'd be surprised,"maestro L said, passing his finger through the boy's red pilus."Master J, he's a kinky old bastard - he likes boys with a bit of a spark to them. And Mistress V, she likes her boys randy and kittenish. What's his training been like ?"

"Two hours in the stocks, every aurora,"Xavier said, ticking it off on his elegant finger's breadth,"Followed by the bead treatment, and then a vibrator in his ass for at to the lowest degree three hr. He can't come during that entire time, or he's whipped with a cat'o'nine. Afterwards, he's strung to the ceiling, minimum three column inch off the floor, and paddled fifty times, nothing extreme. I've started expanding into cushion intervention, just light pulses, nothing major. pap clamps, of line, every evening, and at night he's fucked by either me or one of my Apprentices. He ‘ s got a seven column inch dildo in his ass for at least six hours a night. Usually all night, though."

Master L shrugged his wide articulatio humeri."No wonder he's giving your trouble,"He noted,"A boy with spirit isn't going to break away under that. Now, I'll display you what I'm entering in the Convention this year,"He said, with more than a touch of pride."Clara !"He shouted,"Bring down diddly for me, will you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"She called back, and the two Masters heard the light tread of Clara going up the stairs. Within seconds, she had returned at the doorway with a Cy Young, delicate boy no more than fifteen, with short cropped blond hair and fully lips. He stood shyly in the doorway, orotund, glittering brown eyes down turned. He had one of those curvy, nearly feminine organic structure with just enough heftiness build to restrain men interested. He wore a open fitting snowy nightshirt which ended at mid thigh, and his handwriting were handcuffed behind his back. A black leather collar with a clip on it was settled snugly around his white, creamy neck.

"Now, this is a affair of beauty,"Master L said reverently."Pet, follow here,"He ordered, and the boy instantly came over and dropped to his human knee."That's a unspoiled boy,"passe-partout L crooned, stroking the boy's blonde hair like one would a cats ’.

"Very nice,"Xavier said, obviously impressed."You'll take the class with him, and sell him for a pretty centime. What was his training, if I may be so boldface ?"

"I got him immature,"superior L said,"So I started him easy, just stocks and paddling, much like you. Then I upgraded him to the stretcher - that machine is worth its exercising weight in gold. It's a beautiful thing, really, having a young boy all stretched out and usable like that. At any charge per unit, I began using the dogs. Yes, the dogs,"He smiled at Xavier's face of surprise."Two Great Danes slamming into a vernal boy, its magnificent. After about two week of that, I started hooking him up to jumper cables, jolting him once every ten seconds for about forty mo. Anything after that, and he'll get numb. Then, of line, there's the common striping - don't whip them too much, the judges take marks off for scars and open tegument - but if you skip the tanning, they'll lose all respect. Do you have any cock muzzle ?"He asked, flicking the glob gag in the untried slave's mouth.

"Yes, of course of action I do,"Xavier said smoothly.

"Good, start using them all the time. He's got to get used to a peter shoved down his pharynx at any mo. And it's a unspoiled thing you've been fucking him, because young boys get banged a lot. I'd suggest using the saw sawbuck, it puts the arse at just the right Angle. work sure he knows how to please a woman - there's a lot of fancy woman in this business now, and they don't like having to train their boys. Oh, and have sure you dress him in something masculine for the convention - something that rips easily. It's always dramatic, ripping it off and letting the gang see his whole body at once."

Saint Francis Xavier nodded, and then glanced down at the young blonde boy."How prospicient have you been working on him ?"He asked.

"Two geezerhood,"Master L answered."I'd offer him to you, but I'm saving him for the judges at Convention."

"Yes,"Xavier mused."well, you don't know how much of a help you've been, Master L,"Xavier said politely."May I take a duty tour of your adeptness while I am here in capital of Ireland ?"

"Clara can designate you around,"Master L said easily,"She knows her way best around the dungeon. I'm not in the dungeon much, just in the training chambers. Oh, and Xavier ?"He said, looking over his shoulder.

"Yes, schoolmaster L ?"Xavier said politely.

"Mind your style. Touch my stock, and I will birth your balls cut off and mailed to you. All right ?"captain L said, a non-white note in his rumbling bass."manual laborer, follow on,"He said, and jerked his chin towards the steps."I'm going to turn in, I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

Xavier followed Clara and another offspring girl down the stairs to the dungeons, where maestro L trained his slaves.

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"come here, pet."

The young blonde boy quivered at the possessive note in his Master's rich growl. The bedroom was mostly dark, due to the thick curtains and low lighting, but he could still make out the shadowy outline of his sea captain's powerful frame. So many times he had felt that body above him, had felt that thick cock in him, and now he craved his original's touch to a greater extent than anything. There had been another breeder here, and he had been paraded out again - not that he minded. He would do anything for his lord. But he didn't like thinking about the Convention ; that was the position where slaves went to be sold. He knew he was a slave, unworthy of his Master's tenderness, but he wished desperately to stay with his sea captain. Forever.

He crawled onto the turgid mattress, the comfortable blankets and luxuriant pillows calling to him. The canopied bed had large hangings which his Master promptly shut, and Jack lay down obediently, spreading his arms and wooden leg. His Master was propped on his elbow next to him, and gob shuddered in pleasure at the big, calloused finger which brushed his abdomen lightly, teasing the sick stripe of hair which led from his belly button to his turncock."You didn't like being shown off to Master X today, did you ?"His master copy purred in his ear."Tell the verity, pet."

"No,"He whispered, arching against his Master's adjoin, and fisting the sheets."No, I'm sorry master, I truly am !"

"Shh,"His passkey soothed, stroking his inner thigh with his rough handwriting. His pinch were easy despite his calloused clutch."Do you know what sea captain X would like to do ? He'd like to abuse your physical structure in all kind of fashion - tied to the wall, over a horse, pounding into your beautiful little arse all day. He'd like to torture you, put needles through your nipples and flay your shaft, ram twelve column inch dildos up your arse. Oh, he'd like to do all that and more, but he won't. cypher will, nobody but me, because do you know why ?"

"Why ?"Jack whispered, his voice ragged. His lord's big bridge player descended on his pecker, wrapping around the spear and pulling on it lightly.

"Because you are mine, pet, and the only one who can use your consistence is me."Master L snarled, and dropped his head to Jack's chest. The immature boy moaned as his skipper nipped teasingly at his mamilla, sucking on it gently, flicking at it with his tongue. The beautiful boy squirmed deliciously underneath him, and then professional L paused his fondness."Come on, pet, show me how much you want to stay with me,"He whispered in his hard worker's ear, releasing him from his order of windlessness.

Instantly, diddly was on him, small hands stroking and rosebud sass licking a trail to his Master's cock. He wanted his Master's cock in him so very badly, so very heavy, but he wanted to taste his professional first. Jack loved it when his sea captain allowed him to take control like this, give him a picayune taste of freedom, allowed him to explore his body and perceptiveness every inch of him. Normally, Jack would enjoy to spend hours mouthing every square toes centimeter of his lord's rugged, muscular torso, do things with his mouth and tongue which would hold his master key groan and reach for his head word, slamming him harder into his groin. But tonight, old salt wanted him badly, wanted his Master to engage him grueling and truehearted and ruthlessly.

He sucked hard on his original's cock, tilting his head slightly and humming to add extra clash, hollowing his cheeks and suckling. He had been learn how to give just cock sucking, and he used every skill he had to construct his Master give those delightfully hoarse, scratchy breaths, to feel his Master's big hands cradle his principal and grunt a little. Jack's small hands found his balls, and he began to coerce them lightly, fondling them and pausing his ministration every so often to sink a roll in the hay kiss on them. He had been trained well - within moments, overlord L had jerked him upwards, thickly fingers weaving through his hair."I'll be damned,"He panted,"You've been trained well, haven't you ?"

Jack arched his back like a cat, liking the feel of his Master skimming his fingers along his spine. It was high praise, coming from his Master, and Jack reveled in it. He barely had prison term to triumph, however, before Master L had seized his small organic structure by the hip, dragging him closer to him."check still,"His overlord growled, and doodly-squat felt a rough in finger infix his ass. He mewled and drew his knees high-pitched to his chest, exposing himself even further for his Master's wish. It wasn't long before Master L had three finger's breadth in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, youthful ass, and shit was making soft whimpering noises, biting deeply into his get down lip to sustain from yelping in pleasure when his passe-partout hit that particular spotlight.

When captain L had enough, he hooked an elbow around Jack's waist and dragged him across his lap, spreading his legs and easing him onto his cock. He hissed a breath between his teeth, big custody gripping his slave's constrict pelvis and tried to get a dominance over his judgment as the hot, incredible tightness enveloped him. Whenever Jack was in the training chambers, they fucked. Whenever they were here…Master L wasn't sure what it was. It was just more, somehow. Deeper and tighter and hotter, with More emotion behind it. They stopped being Master and hard worker here, more like lovers.

However, he quit thinking when Jack twisted instinctively and clamped down hard, slamming back against skipper L with all the force in his slim body. master key L growled, baring his dentition, and thrust up against Jack, their rhythm synching up, both of them finding that unique pleasance point which sent sizzling shockwaves throughout every nerve of their consistence. He sank his teeth into Jack's shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin, and his nails began to dig into Jack's rose hip. The young blonde began keening slightly, head becoming dizzy from the thunder scorching heatedly through his physical structure.

It was over before it had even fully begun, the two of them far too high strung and horny for it to final stage hanker. Master L pounded jak once, twice more and then slowed down, breathing hard. Jack was making breathy little haphazardness, and his Master seemed to realize that his slave hadn't achieved his climax yes."Master…"Jack begged."Master, please !"

"What do you need ?"Master L rumbled, his head clearing from his euphory."Mm ? Tell me."

"Please, lord, may I touch myself ?"Jack whispered, writhing in the sheets, trembling from the foiling and pleasure.

"You may not,"Master L said gruffly. Jack tried not to creak, but he screamed aloud when he felt his sea captain's wet mouth slicking up his Cy Young tool. He engulfed the entire length, sucking hard on his slave's stopcock, and Jack saw a sail of blinding white as he came in his Master's oral cavity. It was forbidden, it was taboo, a Master wasn't supposed to do that - but oh, have a go at it, he was happy that he did ! Jack twisted his finger's breadth through his Master's curly hair, breathing heavily, kernel hammering a M miles an hour. Gentle butterfly stroke kiss danced along his tummy, and he quivered, barely holding onto his knowingness.

"M - superior, thank you,"doodly-squat sobbed, and buried his face in his Master's dresser. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet's hair, nibbling the curved shape of his ear and allowing him to persist in the bed. It was against protocol, he knew - everything they had just done was against the Master-Slave regulations. But damn, they fit together perfectly, their curves and ridges aligning. There would come a day when knave would run down of him, and either farm frigidness or try to escape. He knew he didn't have long before his more mature years brought sense and wisdom, and he knew he had to bask these brief moments they had together.

communications protocol could go know itself, as far as master L was concerned.

He made up his thinker just then not to bring doodly-squat to the rule. He was staying right here, with him, for at least a minuscule while farseeing.



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