Tommy
cleaned the shuddering boy and flushed the toilet. "To The
Queen's bedroom now." He hurried out the bathroom. "Ailin,
clean the mess I left in there."
"Yes,
my Lord," Ailin murmured, sighing as he watched Tommy lead
Abrecan down the stairs.
"My
Lord." Abrecan's voice broke in a dependent sob.
"Yes,
good boy. Just obey me now. No need to worry."
Abrecan
pressed his front against Tommy, his eyes closed.
Tommy
held Abrecan. "Such a good boy." He lifted his gaze to find
The Queen reclining on his bed, watching. His lips caught in an open
circle.
The
Queen gave a small nod.
Tommy's
cock twitched against Abrecan's thigh. "Open your eyes and look
behind me. You'll see a black rubber sheet. I want you to lay on it
on your stomach." He dropped his arms to his sides.
"Yes,
my Lord." As if in the best and most complete subspace,
Abrecan's eyes slid open as he was already obeying Tommy's order.
Tommy
watched Abrecan as the beautiful boy sank to his knees beside the
sheet then fell forward onto his stomach. He licked his lips. His
fingers pressed into his thigh; The Queen was watching. He hurried by
the prone submissive to the toy closet. He chewed on his bottom lip
as his fingers danced over the hogtie strips, their attached buckles.
He grabbed the middle ring and hurried back to Abrecan's side.
"I
love you, my Lord," Abrecan murmured.
"Love
you too, good, little boy." Tommy dragged his hand down from
Abrecan's shoulder blades to the small of the back. "Grab your
ankles." He rubbed the back, the ass. "I like seeing how
your muscles have learned to stretch again."
"Yes,
my Lord." Abrecan's arms trembled with the strain.
Tommy
quickly fastened the cuffs on Abrecan's wrists. He sucked his bottom
lip between his teeth as the boy's body reacted to the change, the
leather allowing his shoulders to relax just a little. Then the
ankles, those gorgeously strong calves that made him moan.
Abrecan
smiled as he watched Tommy kneel beside his shoulders. "I love
how my body pleases you, my Lord."
"You
are such a beautiful boy." Tommy laid on his side next to
Abrecan's bound body. He slowly licked his lips before kissing, soft
at first, then deeper, so deep until Abrecan groaned, opening to
invasion. Taste so good.
Abrecan
pushed against Tommy as he could.
Tommy's
eyelids fluttered and his gaze moved up to take in The Queen crouched
on the other side of Abrecan.
The
Queen placed a black leather mask on Tommy's hand where it gripped
Abrecan's left asscheek.
Abrecan
moaned again, shuddering within his bondage.
Has
he realized The Queen's here? Or is he just reacting to the leather's
touch without thinking?
"My
Lord." Abrecan kissed Tommy with gorgeous desperation.
"Lovely
boy." Tommy plucked the mask. He kissed Abrecan's eyelids. "Good
boy. Keep your eyes closed." He placed the mask over the boy's
eyes. His teeth worrying his bottom lip, he pulled the straps against
the hair, fixed the buckle on the back of Abrecan's head. "You
look so beautifully helpless, naked and hogtied."
'Thank
you, my Lord." Trembling washed over Abrecan's body.
Tommy
joined Abrecan in trembling when The Queen's shadow moved over the
boys. He looked up. My Queen?
He released the submissive body with one arm and accepted the bottle
of mineral oil.
The
Queen gestured with his head from one end of Abrecan to the other.
Tommy
nodded. He flipped the lid open, smiling at Abrecan's deep groan. He
poured oil. "Sweet boy." His hand slid over Abrecan's back,
pushing the fluid over the shaking back. "I might have to take a
picture, let you see just how gorgeous you are waiting to please The
Queen."
"Please,
my Lord," Abrecan begged.
Tommy
poured more oil, watching it drip onto Abrecan's asscheeks, between
the crack.
Abrecan
quaked in the bondage's hold. "Please, my Lord."
Tommy
brushed his fingers over Abrecan's asshole, a fingertip pushing oil
into the defenseless hole. He pressed his finger in farther before
pouring more oil and then looking up.
The
Queen had pulled a small table beside the sheet; on it burned several
candles of varying shades.
Tommy
held the bottle over Abrecan's legs. He moved the glimmering wetness
over the shaking legs, between them, over balls that begged to be
kissed.
The
Queen placed his hand on Tommy's shoulders.
Tommy
froze, one hand against Abrecan's ass, a finger holding him, the
other continuing to caress and massage every inch of accessible skin.
He looked up again.
"I
am very pleased," The Queen murmured, his smile moving over the
boys as their bodies each reacted to their Master's voice. "But
now Simon is here to enjoy you, my baby boy."
Tommy
gasped when Simon moved to stand beside The Queen.
"Come
to me," Simon ordered.
On
suddenly weak legs, Tommy struggled to his feet and into Simon's
embrace.
The
Queen slid down to where Tommy had just been. "My stormy little
boy."
The
last thing Tommy saw before Simon led him away was The Queen holding
a beautiful red candle over Abrecan's back.
And just because I'm a rotten brat like that :D let me tell you a little secret... I was so "in the zone" with The Queen, Tommy, and Abrecan that I moved on to The Queen enjoying Abrecan.... BUT heheheheh you have to wait until next Monday to read the final piece of this story.
But but but :D UPDATE! if you're reading this on some day in the future from 9/16/2013, you can use this link to go right on to the next piece: http://joellecasteel.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-queen-makes-love-to-abrecan.html
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