Everything in "Blade" was as always. Vicious creeping music was pouring down the hall. Slaves and masters were buzzing like a beehive. On a stage, masters were bragging with their slaves. Aletta entered the room, proudly looked around. She was with a new young slave today. His beautiful body she also pulled with the straps. The young blond man was obedient from the very beginning. Stine came in after her, taking Ad on the leash. Ad was going absently, thinking about something dear to his heart. Stine was the official owner of Ad, but he lived at Aletta. When Stine said, yet there, on the cruise, after the first sex with Ad, that the slave would belong to him, he was objected to by the choir. Amir thought the boy should live with him. Masters doubted, feared that Amir in anger would kill the expensive slave, whom they had got for free, but such slave was a sign of prestige. Gene lifted his eyes to heaven and said that he would have to pick and Alon also - Gene called Al that way since then. Maybe as a thank for the sip of life. Stine sarcastically ordered Alon to order Ad to leave with him. But Ad just shrugged off Amos, who owned Ad during this conversation.
«I don't think so,» Ad said, coming to the masters and folds his arms across his chest.
“What did you say, slave?” Aletta hissed, lashing Ad with a whip. The boy jerked from the hit, caught the end of the whip and pulled the flying whip to himself, drawing it out of the hands of Aletta. Cherry's eyes flashed demonically; he seemed to begin whipping Aletta, Stine and all the others in the room. Aletta got suffocated by animal fear. In her dreams, master-friend had to look like this. Alon, who was owned by Amir knew that Ad would be punished for such behaviour.
Stine jumped up, intending to hit Ad. But he wasn’t whipping anyone, put the whip in the folded arms and looked at Stine.
“I don't think so. I came to Alon.”
“You're a slave, you have no rights,” Stine raised an eyebrow. “I told you to leave. You stayed.”
“I stayed with Alon and for him,” repeated Ad.
“Al is a slave,” said Stine scornfully.
“I'm staying with Alon. Or I will leave. And return with Son. Or Elm. For him,” the boy shook his head. “You don't care which master you belong to, do you?” Ad dragged his shoulder towards Alon.
The masters decided that the boy really belonged to someone of the luminaries, perhaps he was in disgrace then, maybe ran away, so it was unlikely he would want to give himself away, but nevertheless, for such spoiled slaves, their whims played the critical role. That’s why they decided that Stine would own him, but he was going to live at Aletta. The decision lasted a week, and Stine invited Aletta to live with him. Now Ad was going in front of Stine, staring straight ahead. People looked back at the beautiful slave and looked at Stine distrustfully. He came on – now the free - stage, fastened Ad with rings on the wrists to hang down from the ceiling chains. Views appealed to them, the light was only on the stage, illuminating Ad. That evening would be a triumph for Stine. A man who owned such slave was certainly worth something. Stine moved, took a whip, and clicking for a warning on the floor, then hit Ad. Ad waving off the impact, pulled the corner of his lips, leaning over the whip. Ad neither moaned, nor arched. Stine hit the boy harder, beating him. Ad was dangling from side to side, unable to avoid the hits, the muscles of the beautiful body strained, sometimes the boy screamed. But in the sexual slave, under this sexual action, there was nothing exciting. Ad was just beaten, he didn't take this punishment, didn't take it sexual. Ad didn’t give to the whip his excitement, and he didn’t give it to Stine also.
“Thinking up to humiliate me,” hissed Stine quietly and began to tear the skin of Ad stronger.
Ad decided it was enough to bear the pain for nothing, and he fell unconscious. Then from the ceiling, the boy was poured with a bucket of water. Ad, returning from the unconsciousness, beautifully, greedily inhaled, immediately received a hit of the whip. There was a sigh of lust in the hall. But that was the end of it. Ad was beautiful in every way. He moved beautifully, breathed beautifully, lived beautifully; the boy seemed to be all the time making love with life, with nature, never emerging from bliss. But Ad governed his desire, there were just a few who could control his lust, and Stine, of course, wasn’t in that list. There was no lust in this body at the moment. It was like Ad wasn’t sexually awakened, and every movement gave the confidence that he wouldn’t be so. He wasn't pitiful, Ad didn't do anything for it. He was boring. It was clear that Stine's actions would lead to nothing. Except that Ad would again lose the consciousness.
“Look, fuck him maybe,” someone loudly advised from the darkness. The guests laughed. Stine sharply looked up at the voice, but in the dark, it wasn’t possible to see the speaker. The laughter was cut short. Stine walked over and started to stronk to Ad. The cock of the boy reluctantly got up, Ad looked at Stine, smiled wryly and poured out in a couple of movements, and neither a facial expression nor a groan warned Stine. Slaves were not allowed to cum without permission in the "Blade”. Stine slapped the boy's face with his dirty hand.
“Should I lick?” maliciously and loudly proposed Ad.
Stine stretched out his hand, Ad licked the rest of his sperm more erotically and excitingly. Stine turned on, from the hall came the disjointed moan. The boy was beautiful, but no one seemed to know what to do with him. People didn’t feel like sex anymore, as many of them got filled with unpleasant thoughts about the chosen of luminaries. They always wanted a boy of a coryphee like Mareh or Musaki to come to them. This situation showed that even if he came, they weren’t able to use it. It beat the self-esteem, it was unpleasant to realize they were worse than someone, not because those had more ingots, but because they could do something, knew something that was ungiven, hidden from the rest ones.
“Stop it,” moaned someone in annoyance from the hall.
The others roared in approval. Stine left the boy on the stage and went down to the table.
“Use,” allowed Stine.
He began to rape an Aletta's new slave. After a second hitch the masters, trying not to lose dignity and stupid fatigue in their eyes, rushed to the stage. Ad distantly perceived violence, with the same success they could fuck a rubber doll. The only difference was that they didn’t have enough time to enjoy the boy. After a couple of moves in him, Ad clenched his muscles, causing them to cum. Instant orgasm didn’t satisfy the moral craving. The masters were displeased. Someone started to whip Ad. The boy reacted to the hits the same way as to the hits of Stine. Ad graciously showed some of his skills to someone, and that, even though after the satisfaction they didn't even want to touch anyone, hang around, trying to get into the eyes of Ad, attempting to smile conspiratorially to him, wanting the boy to remember them. The impossibility of that pressed the heart with the offence. It was sick at heart. And then Ad encircled the crowd with his eyes, and he was so pathetic that some master took his off the chains.
“Go away,” he let go. “Leave.”
Ad looked around, shook himself, as if shaking off the crowd, went to the Stine. Sat at the table. Stine pulled him down to his feet, stepped on the nape.
“Lick!” Stine ordered.
Ad looked up at him in surprise.
“What to lick?”
“The boot,” Stine insinuatingly prompted.
“Ah, can’t get used...” shook his head Ad, set about to in the shoe that smelled like shoe polish.
“Oh, I don't know,” Ad heard the voice of Gene. He came with a slave, now some master was sticking to him. After the cruise, Gene sometimes, among others, came to visit Stine. Gene didn’t always take the couple to occupy with each other, he sometimes came up with new slaves, and only if they didn’t meet his expectations, took Ad and Alon, rarely participating as the third. “You're so…”
Gene sat down at the table Stine. Said hello.
“This is Eros,” presented Gene fatefully, as if speaking "here it is, something's stuck." “Who would make up a name like that... Where's Alon?”
“Remained at home with his friend” smiled Aletta. “You know how arrogant he is. Sometimes he ignores our society.”
“Ah,” Gene boringly extended, took a glass from the Stine. “And why did you bring this?”
“It is time to take him out,” said Stine. “A lot of people liked him here.”
Gene rolled his eyes.
“I saw. Just at this moment, instead of enjoying the view of the humiliated slave, this one started hitting on me,” nodded at the smiling, expensively dressed man. “I brought him to you; maybe he’ll come in handy.”
Gene looked boringly backed the face with his hand, looking dreamily in front of him. He tried to look on Ad, but only shook his head and turned away.
“Nice to meet you, Eros, I'm Aletta,” the woman began. “This is my friend, Stine.”
The men shook hands.
“Don't pay attention to Gene. He's always like this. He is actually very nice and friendly. We've known each other for three years. I assure I know very few such interesting people,” the woman spoke.
The evening went well, as usual. But the triumph didn’t happen. After the evening all went to Stine.
“We have three newbies,” Aletta boasted to Gene.
“Oh, what are those newbies?” Gene was looking to the window, he asked, without turning away from it.
Ad was on his knees in front of Gene, on Stine’s orders, about to give him a blowjob. The throat familiarly tightened.
“How long you‘ll suck, so long you’ll be together,” said Gene without turning away from the window, and looked at his watch, noting the time.
Ad cautious watched on staring in the window Gene, trying to see in him, the familiar reliability of an imperceptible coryphee. Aletta was telling about the newcomers, Gene sometimes inserted comments, with a bored look taking the petting of the handsome. Ad stubbornly wasn’t going to open up, to share himself, Gene didn’t insist, didn’t demand, taking skillfully-nice gifts.
“Simon is a newbie,” said Aletta, stopping on the boy who interested Gene more. “A lustful whore, but very shy. Crying all the time, just you touch his ass.”
“Oh...” Gene didn’t believe it.
“You'll see.”
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