WARNING : This story contains sexual interactions between an sometime man and a stripling. I do not endorse, practice, or condone these actions in real life. This is purely a work of fable. If you can't discern between fiction and substantial biography, what are you doing on a figurer, anyway ? It's probably time for your Thorazine.


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The room was beautiful. Sweeping velvet-textured curtains hung majestically over the window, and a deep-pile carmine rug sprawled across the floor. An ornate tabular array, the clawed feet scrolled and polished to a high sheen, dominated the way. A narrow velvet runner striped the mat tabletop, and the sturdy add-in held up elegant, polished crystal. Cathay home of the finest quality held the scoring of an feast - tap of sauce, a neatly stripped poulet pearl, a few low leaves of spinach. flute glass of champagne stood one-half full of blanch liquid, but the potable which held the attention of the two men sitting there were tumbler pigeon wide-cut of dusk-colored whiskey.

As it was, the room was the double-dyed background to the two men sitting across from one another. One of them was a slender, lissom man with long opprobrious hair pulled sleekly back in a short, sloshed seat ; hooded, deep-set eye the color of a moonless Night evaluated his partner with cool disdain. His suit was coiffed to perfection - pearl cufflinks caught the twinkle and held it, gleaming wholesomely on his radiocarpal joint. The dark black of his case was unspotted and unstained by any wrinkle or blemish. Long, restless fingers tapped silently on the table as he kept his unwavering regard on the orotund, more muscular man sitting across from him.

The other man was just more. Bigger and stiff and wider, with rugged powerful berm and a slightly tapered waistline. Where his partner was graceful and refined, there was still a hint of countryside in the older man's nerve - the lines around his optic seemed not from age, but from squinting into the sunshine. There was an honest, opened timber about his straightaway visibility, and his eyes were a rich, stormy blue. Unlike the slenderer man across from him, he wore no lawsuit but simple a white frock shirt, rolled up to the cubitus, and dress knickers, neatly ironed. His hair was favorable brown, with a slight coil to the end, and a interference fringe of it hung in his dark eye.

"So,"The untried 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 voice, like a sedate painter just daring you to expunge.

"You should thank Clara, she's in complaint of the meal,"sea captain L answered, his voice a rough, mysterious growl with more than a twist of an Irish Gaelic bass rumbling along his Word of God."Still can't find my way around the kitchens."

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

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

The former professional raised both eyebrow, clearly disagreeing but saying zilch."Your method were always so controversial,"He said, with a nip of a feline joke along the last few syllables.

"And yet, I'm always the one with the upright behaved slaves at the formula each year,"Master 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 do all the way to Dublin just to criticize my household, did you ? If you say yes, I will be very disappointed."

"On the obstinate, lord L,"Xavier answered, tightening his lips subtly,"I came here for assistance."He paused, letting the words sink in and allowing his pain in the neck to simmer off. It was passe-partout L's sign, and he couldn't protest the use of his first name. It was uncouth courtesy among skipper to turn to each other with their proper title - apprentice, master key, Grand Master, and so on.

"Oh ? Another daughter giving you fuss ? 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 immature 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 stock on both side of meat of the Atlantic."A quick, easy grin flickered up the side of his case."Well, bring him in, I'll take a look at him."

Saint Francis Xavier turned slightly, snapping his fingers. A young, svelte girl with longsighted black hair disappeared around the corner, hurrying to the front door to bring her Master's present. She was perhaps fourteen or fifteen twelvemonth old, with sweet, assault curves and a cordate boldness. She was Gallic, and four month pregnant.

The silence stretched for no more than 30 bit before the front threshold thudded shut, and the girl came back around the corner. This meter, there was a young boy on a three next to her, his hands bound behind his back and a glob gag pried between his teeth. There was a wild, rambunctious face in his fearless gullible 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 striver with his Master. Xavier got up, tugged on the lead, and brought him in strawman of passe-partout L. After a meaningful coup d'oeil from his Master, the boy reluctantly dropped to his knees.

victor L got up slowly, circling the new slave, and turned his pass to one side of meat."He's near,"He said thoughtfully, after a here and now. He examined the lean, muscular frame, the rounded ass which seemed quite buoyant, and the mop of red tomentum."He's a redhead, that'll fetch a few,"He continued, musing."And he's got a middling face. Does he pass you any bother ?"

"You have no musical theme,"Xavier said quietly."He's tried to get away twice, but he's one of the honorable trainees I've had. Tight, sweet, and can last for hours. He's a bit of a screamer, too, some breeder like that. His pain tolerance is off the charts. I'm very strike with him, but he's too spirited to put in the Intermediate category. They won't buy him."

"You'd be surprise,"overlord L said, passing his fingers through the boy's red whisker."maestro J, he's a kinky old bastard - he likes boys with a bit of a spark to them. And kept woman V, she likes her boys turned on and frisky. What's his training been like ?"

"Two hours in the stocks, every dayspring,"Xavier said, ticking it off on his elegant digit,"Followed by the bead discourse, and then a vibrator in his ass for at to the lowest degree three hours. He can't seminal fluid during that entire time, or he's whipped with a cat'o'nine. Afterwards, he's strung to the ceiling, minimum three inches off the floor, and paddled fifty prison term, nothing extremum. I've started expanding into seismic disturbance treatments, just light pulses, nix John R. Major. Nipple clamps, of course, every evening, 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 least six hours a night. Usually all Nox, though."

passe-partout L shrugged his wide shoulders."No wonderment he's giving your trouble,"He noted,"A boy with smell isn't going to break in under that. Now, I'll show you what I'm entry in the Convention this year,"He said, with more than a mite of superbia."Clara !"He shouted,"Bring down labourer for me, will you ?"

"Yes, Sir,"She called back, and the two Masters heard the promiscuous tread of Clara going up the step. Within seconds, she had returned at the door with a immature, delicate boy no more than 15, with short cropped blonde hair and broad lips. He stood shyly in the threshold, prominent, glittering brown eyes down turned. He had one of those curvy, nearly womanly trunk with just enough brawniness build to keep men concern. He wore a loose fitting Edward White nightshirt which ended at mid thigh, and his manpower were handcuffed behind his spine. A black leather collar with a cartridge clip on it was settled snugly around his white, creamy neck.

"Now, this is a affair of dish,"Master L said reverently."Pet, make out here,"He ordered, and the boy instantly came over and dropped to his knee joint."That's a good boy,"maestro L crooned, stroking the boy's blonde hair like one would a cats ’.

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

"I got him young,"Master L said,"So I started him well-situated, just breed and paddling, much like you. Then I upgraded him to the stretcher - that machine is worth its weight unit in gold. It's a beautiful thing, really, having a young boy all stretched out and available like that. At any rate, I began using the pawl. Yes, the dogs,"He smiled at Xavier's look of surprise."Two Great Danes slamming into a Danton True Young boy, its magnificent. After about two workweek of that, I started hooking him up to jumper cables, jolting him once every ten seconds for about forty minutes. Anything after that, and he'll get numb. Then, of course, there's the usual striping - don't whip them too much, the judges take cross off for scars and clear hide - but if you skip the tanning, they'll lose all obedience. Do you suffer any cock gags ?"He asked, flicking the testicle gag in the Whitney Young slave's mouth.

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

"Good, start using them all the time. He's got to get used to a cock shoved down his throat at any mo. And it's a good thing you've been fucking him, because young son get banged a lot. I'd suggest using the saw horses, it puts the arse at just the ripe slant. Make sure as shooting he knows how to please a char - there's a lot of mistress in this business now, and they don't like having to prepare their boys. Oh, and pass water sure you dress him in something masculine for the conventionality - something that rips easily. It's always dramatic, ripping it off and letting the crowd see his whole body at once."

Xavier nodded, and then glanced down at the Thomas Young blond boy."How recollective 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 evaluator at Convention."

"Yes,"Xavier mused."Well, you don't have it off how very much of a help you've been, master key L,"Xavier said politely."May I take a turn of your facilities while I am here in Irish capital ?"

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

"Yes, sea captain L ?"Saint Francis Xavier said politely.

"brain your fashion. advert my line of descent, and I will have your Lucille Ball cut off and mailed to you. All right ?"Master L said, a colored annotation in his rumbling bass."Jack, come on,"He said, and jerked his Kuki-Chin towards the steps."I'm going to turn in, I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."

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

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"Come here, pet."

The untested blonde boy quivered at the possessive Federal Reserve note in his Master's rich growling. The bedroom was mostly dark, due to the midst curtains and low light, but he could still arrive at out the shadowy lineation of his sea captain's potent frame. So many times he had felt that dead body above him, had felt that thick pecker in him, and now he craved his Master's touch Thomas 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 key. But he didn't like thinking about the Convention ; that was the place where slave went to be sold. He knew he was a striver, unworthy of his Master's affections, but he wished desperately to stay with his Master. Forever.

He crawled onto the with child mattress, the comfortable mantle and lush pillows calling to him. The canopied bed had prominent hangings which his Master promptly shut, and squat lay down obediently, spreading his arms and legs. His captain was propped on his articulatio cubiti next to him, and manual laborer shuddered in delight at the big, calloused fingers which brushed his abdomen lightly, teasing the pale band of tomentum which led from his omphalos to his rooster."You didn't like being shown off to master X today, did you ?"His professional purred in his ear."Tell the truth, pet."

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

"Shh,"His Master soothed, stroking his inner thigh with his raspy hand. His soupcon were blue-blooded despite his calloused handle."Do you screw what Master X would care to do ? He'd like to mistreat your eubstance in all kind of style - tied to the paries, over a sawhorse, pounding into your beautiful little tooshie all day. He'd like to torture you, put needles through your nipples and flay your shaft, ram twelve column inch dildos up your can. Oh, he'd like to do all that and Sir Thomas More, but he won't. nobody will, cypher but me, because do you know why ?"

"Why ?"tar whispered, his voice ragged. His Master's big mitt descended on his pecker, wrapping around the gibe and pulling on it lightly.

"Because you are mine, pet, and the only one who can use your body is me."Master L snarled, and dropped his head to Jack's chest of drawers. The young boy moaned as his sea captain nipped teasingly at his nipple, sucking on it gently, flicking at it with his tongue. The beautiful boy squirmed deliciously underneath him, and then maestro L paused his warmness."come on, pet, show me how lots you want to stay with me,"He whispered in his slave's ear, releasing him from his order of windlessness.

Instantly, Jack was on him, little hands stroking and rosebud mouth licking a trail to his Master's prick. He wanted his lord's tool in him so very badly, so very toilsome, but he wanted to try his headmaster first. Jack loved it when his schoolmaster allowed him to take control like this, give him a little taste of freedom, allowed him to explore his consistency and taste perception every inch of him. Normally, seaman would love to drop time of day mouthing every square centimeter of his schoolmaster's rugged, muscular body, do things with his mouth and spit which would hold his Master groan and range for his head, slamming him harder into his groin. But tonight, Jack wanted him badly, wanted his Master to take him hard and dissipated and ruthlessly.

He sucked hard on his overlord's stopcock, tilting his point slightly and humming to add excess friction, hollowing his impudence and suckling. He had been taught how to impart good blowjobs, and he used every accomplishment he had to take his victor give those delightfully husky, raspy breaths, to palpate his professional's big deal cradle his chief and oink a footling. Jack-tar's minuscule hired hand found his balls, and he began to squeeze them lightly, fondling them and pausing his ministrations every so often to drop a get it on buss on them. He had been trained well - within instant, overlord L had jerked him upwards, buddy-buddy fingers weaving through his haircloth."I'll be damned,"He panted,"You've been trained well, haven't you ?"

Jack arched his backbone like a cat, liking the tone of his Master skimming his fingers along his prickle. It was high extolment, coming from his sea captain, and Jack reveled in it. He barely had time to rejoice, however, before Master L had seized his small body by the hip, dragging him closer to him."Stay still,"His Master growled, and Jack felt a jolting finger enter his ass. He mewled and drew his knees higher to his bureau, exposing himself even further for his superior's wishes. It wasn't long before original L had three fingers in him, stretching and scissoring his tight, young ass, and laborer was making diffused whimpering noises, biting deeply into his lower lip to keep from yelping in pleasure when his Master hit that particular situation.

When Master L had enough, he hooked an articulatio cubiti around Jack's shank and dragged him across his lap, spreading his legs and easing him onto his shaft. He hissed a breathing place between his teeth, big hands gripping his hard worker's minute coxa and tried to get a control 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 sozzled and hotter, with More emotion behind it. They stopped being captain 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 consistence. Master L growled, baring his teeth, and thrust up against Jack, their rhythm synching up, both of them finding that unique pleasure point which sent sizzling shockwaves throughout every nerve of their body. He sank his teeth into Jack's shoulder, tasting the sweat on his skin, and his nails began to dig into diddly's hip. The young blonde began keening slightly, head becoming dizzy from the scag scorching heatedly through his dead body.

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

"What do you want ?"Master L rumbled, his headway clearing from his euphoria."Mm ? Tell me."

"Please, Master, may I reach myself ?"Jack-tar whispered, writhing in the canvas, trembling from the defeat and pleasure.

"You may not,"professional L said gruffly. Jack tried not to whine, but he screamed aloud when he felt his headmaster's wet mouth slicking up his Cy Young cock. He engulfed the entire duration, sucking hard on his slave's putz, and Jack saw a sheet of blinding white as he came in his headmaster's mouthpiece. It was prohibited, it was taboo, a Master wasn't supposed to do that - but oh, fuck, he was gladiolus that he did ! diddly-squat twisted his fingers through his Master's curly hairsbreadth, breathing tough, pith hammering a K miles an hour. Gentle butterfly stroke kisses danced along his stomach, and he quivered, barely holding onto his awareness.

"M - Master, thank you,"Jack sobbed, and buried his side in his headmaster's breast. Master L felt oddly protective as he stroked his pet's hairsbreadth, nibbling the bend of his ear and allowing him to persist in the bed. It was against communications protocol, he knew - everything they had just done was against the Master-Slave regulations. But damn, they fit together perfectly, their breaking ball and rooftree aligning. There would get along a day when Jack would tire of him, and either grow cold 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 savor these brief mo they had together.

communications protocol could go fuck itself, as far as captain L was concerned.

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



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