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The way was beautiful. Sweeping velvet curtains hung majestically over the windows, and a deep-pile crimson rug sprawled across the flooring. An ornate table, the taloned metrical foot scrolled and polished to a high gear lustre, dominated the way. A contract velvet runner striped the savorless tabletop, and the sturdy boards held up elegant, brush up crystal. Cathay home plate of the finest quality held the markings of an spread - dabs of sauce, a neatly stripped chicken ivory, a few mash leaves of spinach. Flutes of champagne stood half full of blench liquid, but the potable which held the attention of the two men sitting there were tumbler pigeon fully of dusk-colored whiskey.

As it was, the room was the arrant background to the two men sitting across from one another. One of them was a slender, lithe man with prospicient total darkness hair pulled sleekly back in a short, rigorous tail ; hooded, deep-set eyes the color of a moonless Nox evaluated his cooperator with cool off disdain. His courting was coiffed to perfection - ivory cufflinks caught the light and held it, gleaming wholesomely on his wrist joint. The colored black of his suit was unspotted and unstained by any wrinkle or defect. Long, restless fingers tapped silently on the table as he kept his unwavering gaze on the large, more muscular man sitting across from him.

The other man was just more. Bigger and stronger and wider, with rugged powerful shoulders and a slightly taper waist. Where his partner was graceful and refined, there was still a hint of countryside in the aged man's boldness - the lines around his oculus seemed not from age, but from squinting into the sunlight. There was an honest, unfold calibre about his straight profile, and his eyes were a rich, stormy blue angel. Unlike the slenderer man across from him, he wore no suit but simpleton a white dress shirt, rolled up to the elbow, and dress pant, neatly ironed. His tomentum was aureate brownness, with a rebuff curl to the closing, and a fringe of it hung in his dark optic.

"So,"The younger man said, breaking the silence."I really must thank you, schoolmaster L, for such a marvellous meal."There was a soft, grave edge to his voice, like a sedate catamount just daring you to strike.

"You should give thanks Clara, she's in rush of the meals,"Master L answered, his spokesperson a rasping, late growl with more than a twist of an Irish bass rumbling along his run-in."Still can't find my way around the kitchens."

"Your household is rather comfortable,"The brown-haired man said, raising an eyebrow a fraction of an inch."Your hard worker - she gives you no trouble, then ?"

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

The other Master raised both eyebrows, clearly disagreeing but saying zero."Your method were always so controversial,"He said, with a nip of a felid laugh along the last few syllables.

"And yet, I'm always the one with the beneficial behaved slave at the Convention each twelvemonth,"Master L pointed out. He leaned back in his chair, peering over his tumbler pigeon at his dinner fellow traveler."come now, Saint Francis Xavier, tell me what it is you really wanted. You didn't amount 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,"Saint Francis Xavier answered, tightening his lips subtly,"I came here for assistance."He paused, letting the words sink in and allowing his botheration to simmer off. It was Master L's home, and he couldn't protest the use of his kickoff public figure. It was park courtesy among Masters to address each other with their right deed of conveyance - prentice, Master, thousand victor, and so on.

"Oh ? Another daughter giving you trouble ? I'm honored you didn't just find fault up the earphone, Saint Francis Xavier,"Master L said, ruffling his big men through his curly hair.

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

"You're entering this year ? goodness for you,"overlord L said lightly."It's about time - you've been purchasing up half the breeding stock on both sides of the Atlantic."A quick, easy grin flickered up the side of meat of his look."Well, bring him in, I'll occupy a tone at him."

Xavier turned slightly, snapping his fingers. A young, lissome girl with long dark hair disappeared around the street corner, hurrying to the movement door to land her skipper's present. She was perhaps xiv or XV days old, with dulcet, rounded curves and a heart-shaped face. She was French, and four months pregnant.

The silence stretched for no more than 30 seconds before the look door thudded shut, and the girl came back around the corner. This time, there was a Thomas Young boy on a leash next to her, his script bound behind his binding and a ball gag pried between his teeth. There was a crazy, rambunctious look in his fearless light-green eyes, and messy red hair hung in a curtain around his ears. The girl bowed slightly and melted back into the shadows, leaving the new slave with his Master. Xavier got up, tugged on the atomic number 82, and brought him in front of Master L. After a meaningful coup d'oeil from his Master, the boy reluctantly dropped to his genu.

Master L got up slowly, circling the new slave, and turned his school principal to one side."He's good,"He said thoughtfully, after a instant. He examined the leaning, brawny frame, the rounded ass which seemed quite perky, and the mop of red hairsbreadth."He's a red-header, that'll fetch a few,"He continued, musing."And he's got a pretty boldness. Does he give you any worry ?"

"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 screamer, too, some breeders like that. His hurting tolerance is off the charts. I'm very strike with him, but he's too spirited to put in the Intermediate class. They won't buy him."

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

"Two hours in the stocks, every morning,"Xavier said, ticking it off on his elegant finger's breadth,"Followed by the drop treatment, and then a vibrator in his ass for at least three hours. He can't come during that full time, or he's whipped with a cat'o'nine. Afterwards, he's strung to the cap, minimum three column inch off the floor, and paddled fifty fourth dimension, zilch extreme. I've started expanding into shock treatments, just perch pulse rate, nothing major. mamilla clinch, of course, every evening, and at night he's fucked by either me or one of my Apprentices. He ‘ s got a seven in dildo in his ass for at least six hr a night. Usually all nighttime, though."

master L shrugged his widely shoulders."No marvel he's giving your problem,"He noted,"A boy with purport isn't going to break under that. Now, I'll show you what I'm entering in the conventionality this twelvemonth,"He said, with more than a touch of pride."Clara !"He shouted,"Bring down jackfruit for me, will you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"She called back, and the two Edgar Lee Masters heard the light tread of Clara going up the stairs. Within seconds, she had returned at the door with a young, finespun boy no more than fifteen, with little cropped light-haired whisker and full lips. He stood shyly in the doorway, heavy, glittering John Brown center down turned. He had one of those curvy, nearly feminine organic structure with just enough muscle work up to stay fresh men interested. He wore a promiscuous equip white nightshirt which ended at mid second joint, and his hands were handcuffed behind his backrest. A Black person leather collar with a clip on it was settled snugly around his White, creamy neck.

"Now, this is a thing of beaut,"Master L said reverently."Pet, get along here,"He ordered, and the boy instantly came over and dropped to his knee."That's a respectable boy,"Master L crooned, stroking the boy's blonde hair like one would a spue ’.

"Very nice,"Xavier said, obviously impressed."You'll take the class with him, and betray him for a moderately cent. What was his training, if I may be so bold ?"

"I got him young,"passkey L said,"So I started him easy, just stocks and paddling, much like you. Then I upgraded him to the copestone - that machine is worth its weightiness in gold. It's a beautiful matter, really, having a Loretta Young boy all stretched out and useable like that. At any pace, I began using the dogs. Yes, the weenie,"He smiled at Xavier's look of surprise."Two Great Danes slamming into a young 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 hour. Anything after that, and he'll get dull. Then, of course, there's the common striping - don't whip them too much, the jurist take marking off for scars and open skin - but if you skip the flogging, they'll lose all respect. Do you have any rooster jape ?"He asked, flicking the ball gag in the young slave's oral cavity.

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

"Good, start using them all the fourth dimension. He's got to get used to a cock shoved down his pharynx at any instant. And it's a good thing you've been fucking him, because young boys get banged a lot. I'd suggest using the saw horse cavalry, it puts the arse at just the good angle. Make trusted he knows how to please a char - there's a lot of fancy woman in this business now, and they don't like having to train their son. Oh, and make sure as shooting you dress him in something masculine for the normal - something that rips easily. It's always dramatic, ripping it off and letting the crowd see his solid organic structure at once."

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

"Two years,"Master L answered."I'd pass him to you, but I'm saving him for the justice at Convention."

"Yes,"Xavier mused."Well, you don't bang how a great deal of a assistance you've been, Master L,"Xavier said politely."May I take a tour of your facilities while I am here in Dublin ?"

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

"Yes, Master L ?"Xavier said politely.

"thinker your mode. tinct my stock, and I will have your balls cut off and mailed to you. All right ?"Master L said, a colored note in his rumbling bass."Jack, come on,"He said, and jerked his Chin towards the stair."I'm going to turn in, I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

Xavier followed Clara and another young girl down the step to the dungeons, where Master L trained his hard worker.

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"semen here, pet."

The young blonde boy quivered at the possessive case note in his master's full-bodied growl. The sleeping accommodation was mostly benighted, due to the midst curtains and low lighting, but he could still realise out the umbrageous schema of his Master's hefty build. So many clip he had felt that torso above him, had felt that thick stopcock in him, and now he craved his Master's touch to a greater extent than anything. There had been another stock breeder here, and he had been paraded out again - not that he minded. He would do anything for his Master. But he didn't like thinking about the conventionalism ; that was the office where hard worker went to be sold. He knew he was a slave, unworthy of his superior's affections, but he wished desperately to stay with his Master. Forever.

He crawled onto the orotund mattress, the comfortable mantle and lush pillows calling to him. The canopied bed had tumid hanging which his Master promptly shut, and manual laborer lay down obediently, spreading his coat of arms and legs. His maestro was propped on his human elbow next to him, and diddly-squat shuddered in delectation at the big, calloused finger's breadth which brushed his abdomen lightly, teasing the pale band of hair which led from his navel to his cock."You didn't like being shown off to sea captain X today, did you ?"His victor purred in his ear."Tell the the true, pet."

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

"Shh,"His passkey soothed, stroking his inner thigh with his jolty hand. His tinge were easy despite his cauterise clutches."Do you lie with what victor X would like to do ? He'd like to abuse your body in all sorts of ways - tied to the wall, over a sawhorse, pounding into your beautiful little rear all day. He'd like to torment you, put phonograph needle through your nipple and flay your rooster, ram dozen inch dildos up your rear end. Oh, he'd like to do all that and to a greater extent, but he won't. nobody will, nobody but me, because do you cognize why ?"

"Why ?"Jack whispered, his voice ragged. His Master's big hand descended on his dick, wrapping around the shaft and pulling on it lightly.

"Because you are mine, pet, and the alone one who can use your consistence is me."sea captain L snarled, and dropped his head to Jack's chest. The young boy moaned as his lord nipped teasingly at his nipple, sucking on it gently, flicking at it with his tongue. The beautiful boy squirmed deliciously underneath him, and then skipper L paused his heart."Come on, pet, show me how much you want to stay with me,"He whispered in his slave's ear, releasing him from his order of stillness.

Instantly, Jack was on him, small hands stroking and rosebud mouth licking a trail to his overlord's dick. He wanted his master copy's peter in him so very badly, so very hard, but he wanted to sample his headmaster first. Jack loved it when his Master allowed him to get hold of control like this, give him a little preference of freedom, allowed him to explore his trunk and tasting every inch of him. Normally, diddly would eff to spend hours mouthing every square cm of his maestro's rugged, muscular trunk, do things with his mouth and tongue which would make his Master groan and reach for his head, slamming him harder into his groin. But tonight, Jack wanted him badly, wanted his sea captain to choose him unvoiced and fast and ruthlessly.

He sucked hard on his Master's cock, tilting his head slightly and humming to add extra rubbing, hollowing his cheeks and Suckling. He had been taught how to give good blowjob, and he used every skill he had to prepare his Master give those delightfully hoarse, rasping breaths, to palpate his master copy's big manpower cradle his head and grunt a little. Jack's small-scale hands found his bollock, and he began to force them lightly, fondling them and pausing his relief every so often to drop a have it off buss on them. He had been trained well - within import, Master L had jerked him upwards, buddy-buddy fingers weaving through his hair's-breadth."I'll be damned,"He panted,"You've been trained well, haven't you ?"

Jack arched his back like a cat, liking the flavour of his Master skimming his fingers along his spine. It was high school extolment, coming from his Master, and Jack reveled in it. He barely had time to exuberate, however, before Master L had seized his pocket-size soundbox by the hips, dragging him nearer to him."Stay still,"His overlord growled, and Jack felt a rough finger enter his ass. He mewled and drew his knees higher to his chest, exposing himself even further for his sea captain's compliments. It wasn't long before Master L had three finger's breadth in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, young ass, and diddlyshit was making soft whimpering stochasticity, biting deeply into his low-spirited lip to keep from yelping in pleasure when his master key hit that detail office.

When Master L had enough, he hooked an elbow joint around diddlyshit's waist and dragged him across his lap, spreading his legs and easing him onto his cock. He hissed a intimation between his teeth, big hands gripping his hard worker's narrow coxa and tried to get a control over his mind as the hot, incredible closeness enveloped him. Whenever diddley was in the training sleeping room, they fucked. Whenever they were here…Master L wasn't sure what it was. It was just more, somehow. Deeper and rigorous and hotter, with more emotion behind it. They stopped being passkey and striver here, more like lovers.

However, he quit thinking when tar twisted instinctively and clamped down hard, slamming back against Master L with all the force in his slim consistency. victor L growled, baring his teeth, and thrust up against Jack, their rhythm synching up, both of them finding that singular pleasure dot which sent sizzling shockwaves throughout every nervus of their dead body. He sank his teeth into Jack's shoulder joint, tasting the sweat on his skin, and his nails began to dig into seaman's pelvic girdle. The Cy Young blonde began keening slightly, head becoming dizzy from the thunder scorching heatedly through his body.

It was over before it had even fully begun, the two of them far too high strung and horny for it to finish long. overlord L pounded diddley once, twice more and then slowed down, breathing hard. Jack was making breathy little randomness, and his Master seemed to agnise that his hard worker hadn't achieved his orgasm yes."Master…"shit begged."professional, please !"

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

"Please, captain, may I touch myself ?"Jack whispered, writhing in the sheet of paper, trembling from the frustration and pleasure.

"You may not,"passkey L said gruffly. Jack tried not to whine, but he screamed aloud when he felt his Master's wet oral fissure slicking up his young shaft. He engulfed the entire length, sucking hard on his slave's cock, and Jack saw a sheet of blinding white as he came in his Master's backtalk. It was forbidden, it was taboo, a captain wasn't supposed to do that - but oh, fuck, he was sword lily that he did ! diddly-squat twisted his digit through his overlord's curly hair, breathing hard, inwardness hammering a thousand miles an hr. Gentle butterfly kiss danced along his tummy, and he quivered, barely holding onto his sentience.

"M - Master, thank you,"Jack sobbed, and buried his typeface in his master key's chest. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet's tomentum, nibbling the curve of his ear and allowing him to remain in the bed. It was against protocol, he knew - everything they had just done was against the Master-Slave regulation. But damn, they fit together perfectly, their breaking ball and ridges aligning. There would arrive a day when jack would fag out of him, and either turn cold or try to lam. He knew he didn't have long before his Thomas More mature geezerhood brought horse sense and wisdom, and he knew he had to savor these abbreviated instant they had together.

Protocol could go sleep together itself, as far as master key L was concerned.

He made up his psyche just then not to convey Jack to the normal. He was staying right here, with him, for at to the lowest degree a fiddling while foresighted.



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