Alon was on all four, strapped over the knees and elbows to the floor. The beast was drenched with sweat, and softly hopelessly moaned, the vibrator was furiously digging inside. He wasn’t alone in the room; few slaves were also tied and left to suffer were waiting for the owners at home. A very young boy, he was only caught yesterday on the outskirts of Firokami, was cunningly bound so that every movement caused him pain. The boy's scrotum was pulled back by the pendulum, which at the slightest movement came into action, rotating around its axis and striving downwards with force. The boy couldn’t get lower, although the fact till the load became rested on some base was about an inch. If he went down a spinning dildo crashed into the sphincter, and from inside the dildo into the boy flew a small needle-firecracker that exploded inside. The slave was crying. Amos, who was standing over the candle with the erected genitals by a ring, was glancing at him annoyingly. Skit, when he was beaten to death by Amir, was taken by Stine to him, on a whim, he once saw how Ad was fucking with him, animal-tender scene of passion excited him, he hoped for a repeat. Skit was very young; he came to Stine the way as Alon at his time got to Aletta. The orphanage sometimes sold children to the masters.
It was unknown what was worse, to suffer that way, or to fall under new ideas of the returning masters.
In the corridor there were voices, the masters came home.
“I love coming back home when there is all is right,” exhaled Aletta hooked the leash of her slave to ring in the wall. She approached Amos and pulled his cock to the flame of the candle. The slave begged. Aletta laughed, extinguished the candle on the slave's scrotum, tears splashed from Amos' green eyes. Gene didn’t pay attention to his former slave, he ran his eyes over the audience, stopped at the crying boy.
“Is it Simon?” Gene asked. Aletta nodded.
“Well, he’s kinda…” began Gene, a firework exploded in the boy, he was soaked in tears, shuddering and causing himself pain. Gene strongly quickly turned around, untied him and led him into the corner of the room to the pillows.
Ad was near Stine again. He was sucking to Gene all the way, the man released off the boy; only when they arrived, Ad managed to make the man cum. Gene raised his eyes to the sky, said, "toady", and got out of the car.
“Put you on Simon's place?” Stine asked Ad.
Ad watched Alon, without hearing Stine. Stine pulled on a leash, Ad, annoyed, contemptuously pretended to look away, he hadn’t enough strength, he again looked at Alon.
“Make some coffee,” Aletta told her new slave, Andy.
“I'm tied, mistress,” said the slave.
“Don't you dare to contradict me!” roared the mistress. “Stretch, try.”
“Such an idiot,” shook his head Ad.
“What?” Aletta suffocated.
The leash whistled through the air, slashing across the face of Ad. Stine pulled the leash down.
“Say you're sorry, bitch.”
Ad shrugged. Alon had seen and heard the coming of the masters, but occupied with pain, reacted poorly to reality. A soft crack of the split the skin on the face of Ad, returned Alon to reality.
“Mistress,” he said dully. “Can I take the vibrator out?”
“Shut up,” Aletta threw.
“I can you lick your stinking...” Ad began to offer.
“Mistress, please, I'm in a lot of pain!” Alon cried interruptingly.
“Andy, shut him up with something, and then make some coffee.”
Andy burst to get off the leash.
“Unhook the leash, another jerk…” Ad advised, stroking his split cheek.
“Mistress, please, I seem to have damaged gut,” pleaded Alon.
Ad worryingly looked at Alon.
“It should be damaged. Stop it now.”
“I'll bleed to death.”
“You will die...” Aletta began.
Ad ran to Alon, to the length of the leash. Stine yanked him back, Ad took the leash ring off his collar and darted before they could have held him back to the beast, snatching the vibrator off him. Alon screamed from the sudden movement. Ad penetrated the finger in Alon, checking for the damage, stroking abrasion. There was no blood. Ad took his finger out, licked it. Stine felt an animal erection, went to Ad, pulled his hair up.
“Well done, I love bold. There's always a reason,” he pulled Ad by the hair to Simon's place.
Aletta came, unfastened Alon. He helplessly fell to the floor, watching what they were doing to Ad.
“Liar” Aletta kicked Alon, bent down, suddenly caught unawares tide tenderness to the male, carefully kissed his lips. “But you’re so handsome.”
Alon, being gratefully for the tenderness, patted the hand of the mistress.
“I thought I was bleeding.”
“When once we insert it, you at once start making something up,” waved Aletta. “Make some coffee, as this moron can’t do anything. And I need to get the slave's apology.”
“Mistress, I'll get the apology for you, and then will make coffee,” proposed Alon, rising. Aletta got breathless. Her eyes shone.
“Nice.”
Stein picked up the pendulum that Gene had thrown back. While he went, Alon dangerously approached to Ad, began to whip with a swing the face and body.
“Don't you ever talk back to your masters,” evilly said Alon. He’d been worried for his sacred object, and now he was dropping off his annoying worrying on him. It wasn’t clear what the masters could have done to him. It was better he would beat him up than to see subtle cramps of fantasy of the masters over him.
Ad excitedly sweetly moaned, loudly exhaling from the strikes of Alon. He obediently fell to his knees in front of him; it seemed like one could touch the lust that appeared in the room. Ad embraced the hips of Alon, snuggled to his legs.
“I didn't talk back...” Ad breathed “I... just... thought... you... may…bleed…”
Alon dragged by the hair hysterically moaning Ad to Aletta.
“And now you will apologize to mistress Aletta, and you never will be rude to her,” evilly growled Alon.
Ad looked at the man, shuddering with lust. He turned his eyes to Aletta, spread his hands and smiled wryly.
“Well, sorry.”
Aletta sat in the chair, looking admiringly at Alon.
“Fool,” Ad jealously hissed, noticing the look of Aletta, he seemed to try to grab her eyes.
Stine stared at the couple in amazement. But he liked the show. It was beautiful when the slave stood up for the mistress; it was beautiful when the impudent one was put into place. Surely it was unbearable for the greedy whore that "his God" stood up for the lady. Gene threw sobbing Simon, pressing his foot into the cushions, and stared at the beast and the young reptile. Alon pulled Ad to him, knocking off the snake jump in the eyes of Aletta, and again began to whip him. Ad indignantly, hysterically-enthusiastically shouted. It felt that he was outraged, that he was prevented, and the boy was cumming with the delight of pain. Ad cried, discontentedly hissed and gasped with passion. The slaves froze in horror, watching the beast beat the impudent slave.
“I will beat you until...” Alon was growling, obtaining a new portion of fear, for the audacity of Ad. Ad shuddered, and cummed, “I believe that you feel guilty for these words. And I'll beat you every time you dare to disobey me so that you will pee in horror…” Ad was trembling from the sweetness; the eyes darkened with ecstasy, boy as a sweet explosion broke down in tears from the sweet unbearable emotions. The masters went crazy with lust. Everything they were looking for, expecting, was there, right now, but they were not related to it. Someone's predatory alertness, ancient, dangerous interfered in the tangible flow of lust. Alon was afraid that he had gone too far when he heard an explosion of emotions of Ad, but decided to finish the punishment so that it would stop Ad next time, “…when you’ll see the masters.”
The masters began to smile. Ad lurched, the nympholepsy left, the alertness disappeared, as if pulled back, cautious lust subsided. Ad dazedly looked at Alon. The breakdown was so notable that it became uncomfortable again, as, in the "Blade", the boy swung shut as a beautiful jewellery box, hiding rare gems. Gene clicked his tongue.
“Oh, well, you are so...” he breathed annoyingly in the ragged silence. “For cripes' sake!”
“Try again,” Alon warningly continued, he was the only one who felt neither the beauty of the moment nor it’s destruction.
“I'm sorry!” said nervously the hungry boy who wasn’t allowed to eat up the endorphins.
Aletta proudly looked at Ad, took a favourable look on Alon and turned away.
“What, should I lick boots?” Ad was angry; the arousal was biting, the raggedness of lust spread through the body with poison.
Alon lashed out Ad. The boy, not trusting anymore, evilly looked at Alon, flashing with his dark eyes.
“You disobeyed me. I told you to stop back talk and apologize to her,” Alon sat down in front of Ad.
Ad went into ecstasy, loudly whined, pouring out, which was also not by the rules, but too beautiful. Ancient interest mistrustfully interfered in the lust. There was a feeling that there were two opposing forces in the room, and what one liked, the other didn’t.
“Sorry, my God...” Ad whimpered, his blurred his eyes on Aletta. “Forgive me for being impertinent…”
“What is necessary... to add...” Aletta forced out in admiration. She didn’t expect such passion from Alon.
“Add mistress,” Alon ordered impersonally.
“Mistress...” repeated Ad obediently.
“All together!” Aletta ordered.
Ancient interest was replaced by irritation. Alon was also irritated; daring boy could at any moment again start to talk back. Alon didn't believe in his own power over the boy and considered him the admiration as a whim when he saw a worthy master, he would forget about Alon in less than a second.
“Come on!” Gene frowned. “Keep going next!”
“What next?” Stine didn’t understand.
Alon drew Ad to him, kissing.
“Apologies are good, but the boy needs to be punished,” said Stine, “Make coffee.”
“I will punish,” Gene got up, he let Simon go. “Get Simon to make coffee, and then put him back in his place until I get back.”
Simon cried:
“No, please!”
Gene didn’t pay attention to the boy; he pointed to Alon who was holding Ad, on the pillow.
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