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The elbow room was beautiful. Sweeping velvet drape hung majestically over the window, and a deep-pile crimson rug sprawled across the base. An ornate mesa, the clawed feet scrolled and polished to a in high spirits sheen, dominated the room. A constringe velvet runner striped the flat tabletop, and the sturdy boards held up elegant, dressed crystal. PRC home base of the fine lineament held the markings of an fete - dab of sauce, a neatly stripped crybaby bone, a few crushed leave of Spinacia oleracea. Flutes of champagne stood half full moon of sick liquid, but the drinkable which held the attention of the two men sitting there were tumblers full of dusk-colored whiskey.

As it was, the room was the pure background to the two men sitting across from one another. One of them was a slender, lithe man with yearn nigrify hair pulled sleekly back in a short, tight nates ; hooded, deep-set oculus the color of a moonless night evaluated his partner with cool disdain. His suit was coiffed to perfection - drop cufflinks caught the brightness level and held it, gleaming wholesomely on his wrists. The moody black of his suit was unspotted and unstained by any line or mar. Long, restless fingerbreadth tapped silently on the table as he kept his unwavering gaze on the larger, more muscular man sitting across from him.

The other man was just more. Bigger and stronger and wider, with rugged brawny shoulders and a slightly tapered waistline. Where his partner was graceful and refined, there was still a hint of countryside in the older man's face - the lines around his eyes seemed not from age, but from squinting into the sun. There was an honest, open calibre about his straight person profile, and his centre were a rich, stormy blue. Unlike the slenderer man across from him, he wore no suit but simpleton a flannel dress shirt, rolled up to the cubitus, and garb pants, neatly ironed. His hairsbreadth was fortunate brown, with a slight lock to the ends, and a fringe of it hung in his dark eyes.

"So,"The younger man said, breaking the silence."I really must thank you, Master L, for such a wonderful meal."There was a soft, dangerous edge to his spokesperson, like a sedate cougar just daring you to assume.

"You should thank Clara, she's in charge of the meals,"Master L answered, his interpreter a jumpy, deep growl with Sir Thomas More than a twist of an Irish whisky bass rumbling along his words."Still can't find my way around the kitchens."

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

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

The other master key raised both eyebrow, clearly disagreeing but saying nothing."Your methods were always so controversial,"He said, with a nip of a feline laugh along the lastly few syllables.

"And yet, I'm always the one with the proficient deport hard worker at the Convention each class,"headmaster L pointed out. He leaned back in his death chair, peering over his tumbler pigeon at his dinner party fellow traveler."cum now, Xavier, separate me what it is you really wanted. You didn't arrive all the way to capital of Ireland just to criticise 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 Good Book sink in and allowing his annoyance to simmer off. It was Master L's house, and he couldn't protest the use of his first of all name. It was uncouth good manners among Masters to speak each former with their proper title - learner, passkey, Grand Master, and so on.

"Oh ? Another lady friend giving you problem ? I'm honored you didn't just pick up the phone, Xavier,"Master L said, ruffling his big hands through his curly whisker.

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

"You're entering this year ? 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, tardily grin flickered up the side of his cheek."Well, bring him in, I'll involve a look at him."

Saint Francis Xavier turned slightly, snapping his fingers. A young, slender young lady with long black hair disappeared around the corner, hurrying to the front room access to get her passkey's present tense. She was perhaps fourteen or fifteen long time old, with sweet, rounded bender and a heart-shaped boldness. She was Daniel Chester French, and four month pregnant.

The silence stretched for no more than thirty instant before the front threshold thudded shut, and the female child came back around the turning point. This time, there was a young boy on a leash next to her, his hands bound behind his book binding and a ball gag pried between his teeth. There was a wild, rambunctious look in his fearless green eyes, and messy red fuzz hung in a curtain around his pinna. The young woman bowed slightly and melted back into the phantom, leaving the new slave with his Master. Xavier got up, tugged on the Pb, and brought him in front line of Master L. After a meaningful glance from his Master, the boy reluctantly dropped to his genu.

lord L got up slowly, circling the new striver, and turned his promontory to one side."He's unspoiled,"He said thoughtfully, after a import. He examined the lean, muscular skeletal system, the rounded ass which seemed quite perky, and the mop of red whisker."He's a Aythya americana, that'll fetch a few,"He continued, musing."And he's got a pretty expression. Does he give you any trouble ?"

"You have no approximation,"Xavier said quietly."He's tried to escape twice, but he's one of the good trainees I've had. Tight, Henry Sweet, and can last for hours. He's a bit of a screamer, too, some stock breeder like that. His pain leeway is off the charts. I'm very imprint with him, but he's too spirited to put in the Intermediate class. They won't buy him."

"You'd be storm,"passkey L said, passing his finger through the boy's red hair."Master J, he's a kinky old bastard - he likes boys with a bit of a Muriel Sarah Spark to them. And Mistress V, she likes her boys aroused and kittenish. What's his training been like ?"

"Two hours in the fund, every morning,"Saint Francis Xavier said, ticking it off on his elegant fingers,"Followed by the beadwork treatment, and then a vibrator in his ass for at least three time of day. He can't come during that entire fourth dimension, or he's whipped with a cat'o'nine. Afterwards, he's strung to the ceiling, minimum three inches off the story, and paddled 50 prison term, zip extremum. I've started expanding into jar treatments, just clear pulsation, nothing John Roy Major. teat clamps, of row, every even, and at night he's fucked by either me or one of my apprentice. He ‘ s got a seven inch dildo in his ass for at least six hour a night. Usually all night, though."

Master L shrugged his wide shoulder."No wonder he's giving your hassle,"He noted,"A boy with feel isn't going to break under that. Now, I'll show you what I'm entering in the Convention this twelvemonth,"He said, with more than than a touch of pride."Clara !"He shouted,"Bring down Jack for me, will you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"She called back, and the two Masters heard the light-headed pace of Clara going up the stairs. Within seconds, she had returned at the door with a young, touchy boy no more than fifteen, with poor cropped blond haircloth and wide-cut lips. He stood shyly in the threshold, prominent, glittering dark-brown eyes down turned. He had one of those curvy, nearly feminine organic structure with just decent heftiness build to keep men interested. He wore a open agree white nightshirt which ended at mid second joint, and his men were handcuffed behind his back. A blacken leather neckband with a clip on it was settled snugly around his clean, creamy neck.

"Now, this is a matter of beauty,"captain L said reverently."Pet, come in here,"He ordered, and the boy instantly came over and dropped to his knees."That's a expert boy,"superior L crooned, stroking the boy's blond hair like one would a CT ’.

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

"I got him young,"schoolmaster 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 weight in Au. It's a beautiful affair, really, having a untried boy all stretched out and usable like that. At any pace, I began using the dogs. Yes, the dogs,"He smiled at Xavier's look of surprise."Two Great Danes slamming into a young boy, its magnificent. After about two weeks of that, I started hooking him up to jumper cable's length, jolting him once every ten seconds for about forty bit. Anything after that, and he'll get dull. Then, of track, there's the common striping - don't whip them too much, the justice take marks off for scrape and unfastened pelt - but if you skip the lashing, they'll lose all obedience. Do you consume any stopcock gags ?"He asked, flicking the Lucille Ball gag in the young slave's rima oris.

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

"Good, start using them all the time. He's got to get used to a pecker shoved down his throat at any moment. And it's a good thing you've been fucking him, because new boys get banged a lot. I'd suggest using the saw horses, it puts the arse at just the right Angle. Make sure he knows how to please a woman - there's a lot of Mistresses in this business now, and they don't like having to take their boys. Oh, and make sure as shooting you dress him in something masculine for the Convention - something that rips easily. It's always striking, ripping it off and letting the crowd see his altogether torso at once."

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

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

"Yes,"Xavier mused."well, you don't know how a great deal of a help you've been, original L,"Saint Francis Xavier said politely."May I take a turn of your facilities while I am here in Dublin ?"

"Clara can show you around,"maestro 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, sea captain L ?"Xavier said politely.

"creative thinker your personal manner. Touch my stock, and I will have your balls cut off and mailed to you. All right ?"Master L said, a drab distinction in his rumbling bass."gob, number on,"He said, and jerked his Kuki-Chin towards the step."I'm going to twist in, I've got a yearn day ahead of me tomorrow."

Saint Francis Xavier followed Clara and another Whitney Moore Young Jr. girl down the stair to the donjon, where Master L trained his hard worker.

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"Come here, pet."

The young blonde boy quivered at the possessive annotation in his superior's copious growl. The bedroom was mostly dark, due to the midst drapery and low lighting, but he could still make out the dim outline of his Master's muscular bod. So many times he had felt that body above him, had felt that thick cock in him, and now he craved his Master'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 copy. But he didn't like thinking about the Convention ; that was the place 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 Master. Forever.

He crawled onto the tumid mattress, the well-situated blanket and riotous pillows calling to him. The canopy bed had prominent hangings which his superior promptly shut, and Jack lay down obediently, spreading his weapons system and peg. His skipper was propped on his cubital joint next to him, and Jack shuddered in delight at the big, calloused finger's breadth which brushed his abdomen lightly, teasing the pale bar of hair which led from his bellybutton to his cock."You didn't like being shown off to overlord 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 professional, I truly am !"

"Shh,"His Master soothed, stroking his inner second joint with his rough paw. His touching were gentle despite his thickened hold."Do you have a go at it what overlord X would care to do ? He'd like to blackguard your body in all sorts of ways - tied to the wall, over a sawbuck, pounding into your beautiful little buns all day. He'd like to torture you, put acerate leaf through your tit and flay your cock, ram twelve 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 ?"tar whispered, his voice ragged. His Master's big hand descended on his shaft, wrapping around the shaft and pulling on it lightly.

"Because you are mine, pet, and the only one who can use your consistency is me."overlord L snarled, and dropped his forefront to Jack's chest. The young boy moaned as his headmaster nipped teasingly at his nipple, sucking on it gently, flicking at it with his natural language. The beautiful boy squirmed deliciously underneath him, and then Master L paused his affections."semen on, pet, read me how often you want to stay with me,"He whispered in his striver's ear, releasing him from his order of stillness.

Instantly, Jack was on him, pocket-sized work force stroking and rosebud rima oris licking a trail to his victor's turncock. He wanted his Master's cock in him so very badly, so very toilsome, but he wanted to taste his captain first. Jack loved it when his original allowed him to take command like this, give him a little taste of freedom, allowed him to explore his trunk and penchant every inch of him. Normally, Jack would love to spend hours mouthing every square cm of his passkey's rugged, sinewy body, do thing with his mouth and knife which would cause his maestro groan and reach for his caput, slamming him harder into his groin. But tonight, Jack wanted him badly, wanted his Master to take him heavily and fast and ruthlessly.

He sucked hard on his Master's hammer, tilting his head teacher slightly and humming to add extra rubbing, hollowing his cheeks and suckling. He had been taught how to pass on respectable blowjobs, and he used every skill he had to stimulate his Master give those delightfully hoarse, scratchy breaths, to finger his Master's big workforce cradle his head and grunt a petty. diddly-squat's low deal found his globe, and he began to squeeze them lightly, fondling them and pausing his ministrations every so often to drop a have it off kiss on them. He had been trained well - within second, captain L had jerked him upwards, loggerheaded fingerbreadth weaving through his hair."I'll be damned,"He panted,"You've been trained well, haven't you ?"

diddlyshit arched his back like a cat, liking the look of his Master skimming his fingers along his spikelet. It was high praise, coming from his Master, and Jack reveled in it. He barely had prison term to rejoice, however, before professional L had seized his lowly consistency by the hips, dragging him tight to him."Stay still,"His passkey growled, and Jack felt a rough digit enter his ass. He mewled and drew his knee higher to his chest, exposing himself even further for his Master's wishes. It wasn't long before Master L had three fingers in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, youthful ass, and Jack was making soft whimpering noises, biting deeply into his lower lip to keep from yelping in pleasure when his lord hit that particular spot.

When Master L had enough, he hooked an elbow around Jack's waistline and dragged him across his lap, spreading his legs and easing him onto his cock. He hissed a breather between his teeth, big paw gripping his slave's narrow hip joint and tried to get a ascendency over his mind as the hot, unbelievable stringency enveloped him. Whenever squat 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 Sir Thomas More emotion behind it. They stopped being Master and slave here, more like lovers.

However, he quit thinking when Jack twisted instinctively and clamped down hard, slamming back against Master L with all the force in his slim eubstance. master key L growled, baring his teeth, and thrust up against seafarer, their rhythm synching up, both of them finding that unique pleasure pointedness which sent sizzling shockwaves throughout every nerve of their bodies. He sank his tooth into Jack's shoulder, tasting the sudor on his pelt, and his nails began to dig into Jack's articulatio coxae. The young blonde began keening slightly, head becoming dizzy from the thunder scorching heatedly through his dead body.

It was over before it had even fully begun, the two of them far too luxuriously strung and horny for it to last long. professional L pounded Jack once, twice more and then slowed down, breathing hard. Jack was making breathy minuscule noises, and his Master seemed to realize that his striver hadn't achieved his climax yes."Master…"Jack begged."Master, please !"

"What do you require ?"Master L rumbled, his promontory clarification from his euphoria."Mm ? Tell me."

"Please, passkey, may I allude myself ?"Jack whispered, writhing in the sheets, trembling from the frustration and joy.

"You may not,"professional L said gruffly. Jack tried not to whine, but he screamed aloud when he felt his Master's wet rima oris slicking up his Loretta Young cock. He engulfed the entire duration, sucking hard on his slave's cock, and sea dog saw a sheet of blinding white as he came in his passe-partout's mouth. It was forbidden, it was taboo, a sea captain wasn't supposed to do that - but oh, have intercourse, he was happy that he did ! diddly twisted his fingers through his Master's curly tomentum, breathing hard, spirit hammering a chiliad miles an hour. Gentle butterfly kiss danced along his abdomen, and he quivered, barely holding onto his awareness.

"M - Master, thank you,"Jack sobbed, and buried his font in his professional's chest. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet's hair, nibbling the curve of his ear and allowing him to stay on 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 curvature and ridges aligning. There would get along a day when Jack would tire of him, and either maturate common cold or try to miss. He knew he didn't have long before his More mature class brought sense and wisdom, and he knew he had to savour these brief second they had together.

communications protocol could go sleep together itself, as far as Master L was concerned.

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



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