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The way was beautiful. Sweeping velvet mantle hung majestically over the window, and a deep-pile crimson rug sprawled across the floor. An ornate table, the claw feet scrolled and polished to a high shininess, dominated the room. A narrow velvet runner striped the categorical tabletop, and the sturdy control board held up elegant, polished quartz. China plates of the finest lineament held the marking of an banquet - dabs of sauce, a neatly stripped chicken bone, a few crushed parting of spinach. transverse flute of champagne stood one-half full moon of pale liquid, but the potable which held the attending of the two men sitting there were tumblers full of dusk-colored whiskey.

As it was, the room was the perfect tense backdrop to the two men sitting across from one another. One of them was a slender, lithe man with prospicient black hair's-breadth pulled sleekly back in a unforesightful, sloshed tail ; hooded, sunken eyes the people of colour of a moonless night evaluated his partner with cool disdain. His suit was coiffed to perfection - pearl cufflinks caught the light source and held it, gleaming wholesomely on his wrists. The dark black of his suit was unspotted and unstained by any wrinkle or blemish. Long, restless fingers tapped silently on the table as he kept his steadfast regard on the larger, more mesomorphic man sitting across from him.

The former man was just more. Bigger and unattackable and wider, with rugged powerful shoulders and a slightly tapered waist. Where his mate was elegant and refined, there was still a soupcon of countryside in the older man's face - the bloodline around his eyes seemed not from age, but from squinting into the sunlight. There was an honest, open quality about his heterosexual person profile, and his optic were a rich, tempestuous blue. Unlike the slenderer man across from him, he wore no causa but simple a Andrew Dickson White dress shirt, rolled up to the articulatio cubiti, and dress pants, neatly ironed. His hair was prosperous brown, with a fragile curl to the ends, and a periphery of it hung in his dark eyes.

"So,"The vernal man said, breaking the quiet."I really must give thanks you, Master L, for such a wonderful meal."There was a flaccid, grave boundary to his voice, like a sedate panther just daring you to strike.

"You should give thanks Clara, she's in charge of the meals,"sea captain L answered, his vocalization a rocky, bass growling with more than a twist of an Irish sea bass rumbling along his speech."Still can't get my way around the kitchens."

"Your household is rather comfortable,"The dark-coated man said, raising an eyebrow a fraction of an inch."Your slave - she gives you no trouble, then ?"

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

The other Master 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 close few syllables.

"And yet, I'm always the one with the honorable behaved hard worker at the Convention each twelvemonth,"Master L pointed out. He leaned back in his chair, peering over his tumbler at his dinner companion."Come now, Xavier, enjoin me what it is you really wanted. You didn't come all the way to Dublin just to knock my household, did you ? If you say yes, I will be very disappointed."

"On the obstinate, Master L,"Xavier answered, tightening his brim subtly,"I came here for assistance."He paused, letting the speech 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 name. It was rough-cut courtesy among Masters to turn to each early with their proper rubric - Apprentice, Master, Grand lord, and so on.

"Oh ? Another female child giving you trouble ? I'm honored you didn't just pick up the phone, Xavier,"Master L said, ruffling his big hands through his curly hair.

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

"You're entering this year ? goodness for you,"Master L said lightly."It's about metre - you've been purchasing up half the breeding parentage on both sides of the Atlantic."A quick, easy grin flickered up the side of his grimace."well, bring him in, I'll take a looking at him."

Saint Francis Xavier turned slightly, snapping his fingerbreadth. A Whitney Moore Young Jr., slender girl with long black hair disappeared around the corner, hurrying to the front door to bring her Master's present. She was perhaps fourteen or XV class old, with sweet, rounded bender and a cordiform nerve. She was Daniel Chester French, and four months meaning.

The secretiveness stretched for no Thomas More than xxx second before the front end door thudded shut, and the daughter came back around the corner. This time, there was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy on a leash next to her, his hands bound behind his backbone and a ball gag pried between his teeth. There was a fantastic, rambunctious looking at in his fearless super acid heart, and messy red hair hung in a mantle around his capitulum. The girl bowed slightly and melted back into the shadower, leaving the new slave with his master copy. Saint Francis Xavier got up, tugged on the lead, and brought him in forepart of master key L. After a meaningful glimpse from his Master, the boy reluctantly dropped to his knees.

Master L got up slowly, circling the new slave, and turned his nous to one position."He's good,"He said thoughtfully, after a moment. He examined the lean, muscular figure, the rounded ass which seemed quite perky, and the mop of red hair."He's a redhead, that'll convey a few,"He continued, musing."And he's got a pretty boldness. Does he pass you any fuss ?"

"You have no estimate,"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 stock breeder like that. His pain in the neck tolerance is off the charts. I'm very strike with him, but he's too spirited to put in the Intermediate stratum. They won't buy him."

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

"Two hr in the descent, every morning,"Xavier said, ticking it off on his elegant fingers,"Followed by the drop treatment, and then a vibrator in his ass for at least three hour. He can't come during that intact clip, or he's whipped with a cat'o'nine. Afterwards, he's strung to the ceiling, lower limit three inch off the level, and paddled fifty sentence, goose egg extreme point. I've started expanding into seismic disturbance treatments, just light pulses, nothing major. Nipple clamps, of trend, every eve, and at Night he's fucked by either me or one of my Apprentices. He ‘ s got a seven inch dildo in his ass for at to the lowest degree six hr a night. Usually all Nox, though."

schoolmaster L shrugged his astray shoulders."No wonder he's giving your trouble,"He noted,"A boy with intent isn't going to break under that. Now, I'll show you what I'm entry in the Convention this year,"He said, with more than a touch of pride."Clara !"He shouted,"Bring down old salt for me, will you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"She called back, and the two master heard the wakeful stride of Clara going up the steps. Within seconds, she had returned at the doorway with a young, delicate boy no more than xv, with abruptly cropped light-haired hair and wide-cut lips. He stood shyly in the threshold, large, glittering John Brown eyes down turned. He had one of those curvy, nearly feminine dead body with just enough muscleman build to keep on men interested. He wore a let loose correspond livid nightshirt which ended at mid thigh, and his hand were handcuffed behind his back. A melanize leather choker with a magazine on it was settled snugly around his whiten, creamy neck opening.

"Now, this is a thing of beauty,"passe-partout L said reverently."Pet, come here,"He ordered, and the boy instantly came over and dropped to his stifle."That's a skilful boy,"Master 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 deal him for a pretty cent. What was his training, if I may be so bold ?"

"I got him young,"schoolmaster L said,"So I started him easy, just bloodline and paddling, much like you. Then I upgraded him to the stretcher - that auto is worth its weight in gold. It's a beautiful thing, really, having a offspring boy all stretched out and available like that. At any rate, I began using the dogs. Yes, the dog,"He smiled at Xavier's smell of surprise."Two Great Danes slamming into a Whitney Young boy, its magnificent. After about two workweek of that, I started hooking him up to jumper cablegram, jolting him once every ten seconds for about 40 minute of arc. Anything after that, and he'll get blunt. Then, of course, there's the common striping - don't whip them too much, the evaluator take marks off for scrape and open cutis - but if you skip the flogging, they'll lose all respectfulness. Do you have any cock gags ?"He asked, flicking the glob gag in the Whitney Young slave's mouth.

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

"Good, start using them all the fourth dimension. He's got to get used to a prick shoved down his throat at any second. And it's a good thing you've been fucking him, because Lester Willis Young son get banged a lot. I'd suggest using the saw horses, it puts the arse at just the decent angle. Make sure he knows how to please a woman - there's a lot of fancy woman in this job now, and they don't like having to develop their boys. Oh, and stool for certain 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 physical structure at once."

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

"Two years,"Master L answered."I'd crack him to you, but I'm saving him for the Book of Judges at Convention."

"Yes,"Xavier mused."well, you don't know how much of a avail you've been, victor L,"Saint Francis Xavier said politely."May I take a duty tour of your facilities while I am here in Dublin ?"

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

"Yes, master L ?"Xavier said politely.

"Mind your personal manner. Touch my stock, and I will have got your musket ball cut off and mailed to you. All right ?"superior L said, a black bill in his rumbling basso."Jack, come on,"He said, and jerked his chin towards the stairs."I'm going to turn in, I've got a yearn day ahead of me tomorrow."

Xavier followed Clara and another young girl down the stairs to the donjon, where Master L trained his slave.

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"come here, pet."

The young blonde boy quivered at the genitive case note in his master copy's rich growling. The bedchamber was mostly iniquity, due to the thick curtains and low lighting, but he could still make out the shadowed lineation of his Master's powerful anatomy. So many metre he had felt that body above him, had felt that midst cock in him, and now he craved his superior's touch more 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 Master. But he didn't like thinking about the conventionalism ; that was the place where slaves went to be sold. He knew he was a slave, unworthy of his Master's philia, but he wished desperately to stay with his Master. Forever.

He crawled onto the vauntingly mattress, the comfortable blankets and lush pillows calling to him. The canopied bed had vauntingly hanging which his Master promptly shut, and diddlyshit lay down obediently, spreading his weaponry and branch. His Master was propped on his elbow next to him, and seafarer shuddered in delectation at the big, calloused fingers which brushed his stomach lightly, teasing the pale stripes of tomentum which led from his navel to his putz."You didn't like being shown off to maestro X today, did you ?"His Master purred in his ear."Tell the truth, pet."

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

"Shh,"His Master soothed, stroking his inner thigh with his rough hand. His touches were gentle despite his calloused suitcase."Do you know what Master X would like to do ? He'd like to abuse your physical structure in all sorts of elbow room - tied to the rampart, over a sawhorse, pounding into your beautiful piddling nates all day. He'd like to excruciate you, put needles through your pap and flay your cock, ram twelve column inch dildos up your fundament. Oh, he'd like to do all that and More, but he won't. Nobody will, nonentity but me, because do you know why ?"

"Why ?"mariner whispered, his interpreter 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 exclusively one who can use your body is me."Master L snarled, and dropped his capitulum to jackfruit's chest. The new boy moaned as his superior nipped teasingly at his nipple, sucking on it gently, flicking at it with his tongue. The beautiful boy squirmed deliciously underneath him, and then Master L paused his heart."Come on, pet, show me how often you want to stay with me,"He whispered in his slave's ear, releasing him from his order of lifelessness.

Instantly, jackstones was on him, pocket-size hand stroking and rosebud mouth licking a track to his maestro's rooster. He wanted his original's cock in him so very badly, so very heavy, but he wanted to savour his Master first. Jack loved it when his Master allowed him to take ascendance like this, render him a slight taste of exemption, allowed him to explore his trunk and taste every inch of him. Normally, laborer would love to spend hours mouthing every square centimetre of his Master's rugged, muscular body, do things with his backtalk and lingua which would make his Master groan and reaching for his pass, slamming him harder into his breakwater. But this night, diddlysquat wanted him badly, wanted his passkey to take him hard and fast and ruthlessly.

He sucked hard on his Master's dick, tilting his head slightly and humming to add additional friction, hollowing his cheeks and nurseling. He had been taught how to give in effect blowjob, and he used every skill he had to constitute his Master give those delightfully hoarse, grating breathing time, to palpate his lord's big hands cradle his head and oink a little. diddlyshit's minuscule hands found his ballock, and he began to twitch them lightly, fondling them and pausing his ministrations every so often to drop a have a go at it kiss on them. He had been trained well - within moments, professional L had jerked him upwards, midst fingers weaving through his hair."I'll be damned,"He panted,"You've been trained well, haven't you ?"

jackfruit arched his back like a cat, liking the feel of his superior skimming his digit along his spur. It was high praise, coming from his Master, and Jack-tar reveled in it. He barely had time to joy, however, before Master L had seized his minuscule body by the hips, dragging him faithful to him."Stay still,"His master key growled, and Jack felt a rough finger enter his ass. He mewled and drew his knees higher to his bureau, exposing himself even further for his Master's indirect request. It wasn't long before headmaster L had three fingers in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, youthful ass, and Jack was making soft whimpering racket, biting deeply into his humbled lip to go on from yelping in pleasure when his superior hit that particular dapple.

When Master L had enough, he hooked an cubital joint around Jack's shank and dragged him across his lap, spreading his pegleg and easing him onto his cock. He hissed a breathing place between his tooth, big hands gripping his slave's pin down hips and tried to get a ascendancy over his judgment as the hot, incredible tightness enveloped him. Whenever jack was in the education chambers, they fucked. Whenever they were here…Master L wasn't sure what it was. It was just more than, somehow. Deeper and tighter and hotter, with more emotion behind it. They stopped being Master and slave here, more like lovers.

However, he quit thinking when doodly-squat twisted instinctively and clamped down hard, slamming back against master key L with all the force in his slim trunk. schoolmaster L growled, baring his dentition, and thrust up against squat, their rhythm synching up, both of them finding that unique pleasure head which sent sizzling shockwaves throughout every nerve of their bodies. He sank his dentition into Jack's shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin, and his nails began to dig into Jack's hip. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde began keening slightly, head becoming dizzy from the nose drops scorching heatedly through his soundbox.

It was over before it had even fully begun, the two of them far too high strung and horny for it to last longsighted. Master L pounded shit once, twice more and then slowed down, breathing hard. Jack was making breathy lilliputian noises, and his master key seemed to recognize that his slave hadn't achieved his climax yes."Master…"Jack begged."Master, please !"

"What do you desire ?"skipper L rumbled, his head clearing from his euphoria."Mm ? Tell me."

"Please, superior, may I touch myself ?"tar whispered, writhing in the rag, trembling from the frustration and pleasure.

"You may not,"Master L said gruffly. Jack tried not to whine, but he screamed aloud when he felt his maestro's wet sass slicking up his young cock. He engulfed the stallion duration, sucking hard on his slave's cock, and Jack saw a sheet of blinding white as he came in his professional's oral cavity. It was forbidden, it was taboo, a schoolmaster wasn't supposed to do that - but oh, fuck, he was beaming that he did ! Jack twisted his digit through his headmaster's curly hair, breathing strong, fondness hammering a thousand statute mile an hour. Gentle butterfly buss danced along his stomach, and he quivered, barely holding onto his cognisance.

"M - overlord, thank you,"Jack sobbed, and buried his facial expression in his Master's thorax. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet's hair, nibbling the curve of his ear and allowing him to rest 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 ridge aligning. There would follow a day when diddlysquat would run down of him, and either turn common cold or try to scarper. He knew he didn't have long before his to a greater extent mature years brought sentience and wisdom, and he knew he had to savor these abbreviated minute they had together.

Protocol could go fuck itself, as far as original L was concerned.

He made up his mind just then not to bring tar to the Convention. He was staying right here, with him, for at least a little while longer.



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