tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50642238326813832882024-03-08T11:21:49.246-08:00Emerson and LiamPlease Note: All the following stories are Copyright - 2009-2018LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-46343980837475048922016-01-26T23:13:00.002-08:002016-01-26T23:13:44.995-08:00Celebrating Love<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Co-written
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Christmas and again on his birthday. It happened to be the morning of his
birthday when he’d knelt before his Master and the collar that was so much a
part of who he was, had been removed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Two occasions when Liam was told they were to live as
equal partners before Liam was given the option of resuming his role as a slave.
It was always his choice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">A special activity had been planned out. It began with
them showering together followed by his Master sharpening the razor he would be
using. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam’s eyes clouded over ever so slightly as he
dreamily contemplated what the older man’s thoughts might be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">‘I think he loves to shave me while we are both naked.
Does he realize how intimate I find it and how sensual it feels having his body
so close to mine as <a href="http://www.redbookmag.com/beauty-fashion/tips-advice/hair-removal-reviews" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">he runs the razor over my face?</span></a><span lang="EN-US"> </span>Does
he also know of the nurturing aspect about it? I strongly suspect he does.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">After wiping residue shaving cream from Liam’s face, Emerson
walked his young lover over to the large bed and made him lie down. Within a
few minutes, he had Liam losing all of his inhibitions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He’d taken Liam’s hand in his much larger one,
caressing the back of it with his thumb. Next he’d raised Liam’s hand to his
lips and pressed them against it and then against his palm. And then he put his
mouth against the inside of his wrist as though he were taking his pulse with
his lips. And he easily got that pulse rate up higher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He leaned in and flicked the inside of Liam’s ear with
the tip of his tongue before taking one earlobe gently between his teeth. That was
guaranteed to send shivers down the younger man’s spine every time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He started with Liam on top, his hands placed firmly
on the rounded butt, letting Liam know how fast or slow he wanted him to move. As
time went on, he slowly but steadily plunged deeper inside as his hands
massaged and caressed his lover, and occasionally even gently slap the firm
cheeks. He wanted Liam to know he was always in good hands<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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would use them for adjusting his lover’s position during intercourse. But he’d
also prop himself up with them behind his back when he had the younger man
perform oral sex. That way he can see everything Liam was doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">But
Emerson knew Liam mostly loved the feeling of his Master invading his body,
loved the security he found in his Master’s strong arms, loved the feeling of
his Master’s large hands caressing his body and finding all the places that
tossed him into the throws of delight….but mostly he loved the feel of his
Master’s lips on his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">After
spending many minutes gently kissing Liam’s lips and face, Emerson accelerated
his erotic onslaught. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">After
masterfully preparing the young man for his invasion, Emerson deeply thrust in to
the welcoming depth of his lover’s warm body and smiled down at him. Once satisfied that Liam was not in any
discomfort, he began to gently rock back and forth to establish a rhythm that
would led them both to heights often experiences and enjoyed in the past. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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open during orgasm. Sometimes he bit his lip, gasped, panted, and moaned but he never closed his eyes or turned his head away from the man who owned him.
He gave everything through his eyes and it inevitably triggered Emerson’s own
release. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The older man considered it a precious gift, and always
found it extremely exciting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">No matter how much they wished to, neither man felt at
liberty to verbally proclaim their love for the other. Each man harboured concerns about doing so.
Emerson didn’t wish to put undue pressure on his still sometimes skittish young
Slave. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t want to over-step his bounds even though
they were self-imposed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Only in the throes of passion would bodies and souls come
together to declare their undying love. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Each and every time it was this joining, this uniting,
this silent act of adoration that avowed their devotion and gave free
expression to its’ celebration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-48482647019243825182014-04-17T17:30:00.004-07:002014-11-10T11:10:53.776-08:00Unforeseen<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
sputtered and his face turned a deeper shade of red. His frustration grew as
the one he now deemed to be an adversary remained calm throughout his on-going tirade,
causing him to continue his verbal abuse of personal insults and nasty
innuendos. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
rant came to an end when a hand abruptly closed around his neck. He looked into
the blank face of the hand’s owner and took in the eyes blazing with anger.
Swallowing became difficult if not impossible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You
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given,” was the gutturally spoken command. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hand tightened warningly when he hesitated but eased up as he sank slowly to
the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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brief apology was accepted even though it lacked sincerity, and the hand fell
away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
got to his feet and glared down at the one who had dared to touch him. “Never
lay a hand on me again,” he hotly ordered. “You have no right. You are just a
slave!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No!
I am not <b>just</b> a slave. I am Emerson
Mackenzie Jones’ slave.” Liam’s voice vibrated with conviction and pride. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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antagonist backed off, turned on his heel and stomped out of the club. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
hush that had fallen over the crowd began to disappear. Emerson stood up,
nodded to Flynn and tapped Liam on the head. He then made his way to the
elevator leading to their apartment, confident that his Slave was following
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was a slow process as many of the regular patrons stop Emerson to exchange a few
words. Even knowing much said was done in jest, Liam was still mortified by
some of the comments. It suddenly hit him just how out of line he had been when
letting his emotions take over. Not usually an impulsive man, he was shocked by
his hasty actions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in their apartment, Emerson sank into the leather recliner and looked up at his
slave with a raised eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam
immediately dropped to his knees with his hands clasped behind his back and his
head bowed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Did
you think I was unable to handle the situation on my own, Slave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No,
Master.” Liam shuddered to think what repercussions this evening’s events would
have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Maybe
you thought I was in need of a bit of assistance anyway?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
am so sorry, Master. I know I should have stayed out of it and let you handle
it in your own way.” Liam’s shoulders drooped in despair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Why
do you think you stepped in, Liam?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
question was asked in a gentle voice, but Liam failed to notice that or the
fact that his name had been mentioned. “I was just so angry with the vile and
untrue things he was spouting off about. I couldn’t take it a moment longer and
no one else seemed interested in stopping him,” he softly offered his defense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Aside
from entertaining many of the others there, I appreciate your efforts, Liam.”
Emerson smiled down when the younger man stared up at him in surprise. “Did you
really think I would berate you for showing me the depth of your feelings for
me, my precious Slave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I…I
didn’t know what you’d think, Master. I was so ashamed of my outburst and took
it for granted that you would be just as upset by it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson
reached out and dragged Liam upward to straddle his lap. “Foolish boy,” he
whispered in the younger man’s ear as he hugged him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Who
was that man?” Liam dared to ask, his curiosity getting the better of him and
making him brave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“His
name is Martin Jay. He came to the club a couple of times about a year ago and
then stopped. He said our rules were too restrictive. He is not the type of Dom
we like to have around here. He’s rather careless, in our opinion. He had a
lackadaisical attitude toward safe words and felt it wasn’t necessary to stay
overly long with a Sub who was coming down. The second time he arrived at my
establishment; he had a bullwhip with him and tried to browbeat Subs into
letting him use it. Flynn used the excuse that the whip hadn’t been properly
clean and therefore was not permitted in the club.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson
grinned at the expression of astonishment on Liam’s face. “I was surprised to
see him here again. He was unhappy about our refusal to let him play due to him
imbibing too much. That infuriated him and the liquor he’d consumed obviously
gave his tongue free reign to say whatever he wanted. I was giving him time to
get it out of his system before having the bouncers escort him outside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh!
Guess I kind of hindered that result, huh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No
problem. His tirade had to end sooner or later. Of course it was amusing to
those watching, while it lasted. Your interference came as a surprise to many.
Flynn managed to keep his smile hidden behind his hand, but laughter still
sparkled in his eyes. Poor Ned was completed distracted until the mug in his
hand overflowed. It got his attention and he quickly shut off the beer tap.
He had a bit of a mess to clean up.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The
despicable man’s face sure turned an interesting colour. I don’t think I’ve
ever seen that reddish-purple shade before. I wonder if it can be classified as
vermilion…hmm, or maybe claret?” Liam look like he was giving it some thought
before he burst out laughing along with his Master. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson
was delighted with the younger man’s whimsy. His slave was more often somewhat
somber. “Ah-ha, a touch of ‘Brat’ coming out. Good for you, my beauty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam
blushed at what appeared to be a compliment. He wrapped his arms around the
older man’s neck. “I love you, Master!” Liam uttered the seldom spoken words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
know that,” Emerson assured him. “And I love you with all my heart, Liam.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-56558896652473382252013-10-05T11:51:00.001-07:002013-12-08T05:34:28.647-08:00Taking Care<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>Thank
you, Brad, for allowing me the use of your characters. Here’s proof a Drabble is
possible with them.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Are
you giving me an order, slave?” Emerson wiped the condensation from the mirror
and glared at the reflection next to his. Two naked men studied each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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blushed, but responded candidly. “Isn’t it my responsibility to care for your
belongings, Master?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Your
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Massage
time!” Liam declared as he took the older man’s hand and led him out of the en
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LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-88503628955487791422013-10-05T11:48:00.000-07:002016-01-26T23:04:10.487-08:00Give And Take<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I wish to thank my partner, Sean, for his encouragement
and my betas, Mike and Jodie, for all their welcomed suggestions and help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson put down his fork and sat back with a frown to
watch his slave methodically pick apart the food in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam slowly rearranged the items on his plate as he futilely
tried to figure out a problem in one of his college courses. His muses were
interrupted by the snapping of fingers and he glanced up to see his Master
pointing at the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He blinked, momentarily unsure of what the other man
wanted. The raised eyebrow had him quickly sliding out of his chair and dutifully
kneeling next to his Master.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We’ll be discussing your inattentiveness after
dinner, slave,” Emerson informed the younger man, holding out a forkful of
vegetables and waiting tolerantly for Liam’s mouth to open. He proceeded to
feed him intermittently while eating his own meal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">With sudden clarity, Liam realized he had no way of
solving this problem on his own and should have brought it to his Master’s
attention much sooner. He accepted a mouthful of food and with a sad sigh,
leaned his head against his Master’s thigh. He was unaware of the silent
message he had sent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson let out a sigh of his own, but his was one of
mild irritation as he gave into the temptation to gently comb his fingers
through the other man’s hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A short while later found Emerson sitting on the sofa
in his dimly-lit study and looking down at the young man kneeling in front of
him. His slave was resting his butt on his heels, his legs were slightly parted,
his hands were clasped behind his back and his head was bowed. The light from
the lamps glittered off the only two articles he wore, his collar and a gold
cock ring. It was indeed a beautiful sight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam waited patiently even while wondering why he’d
been told to leave the clean-up from their meal until later and follow his
Master. He relaxed into his submission as he gazed at the cock ring,
remembering the first time his Master had put it on him. Like his collar, it
was engraved with ‘Property of E.J.’ and Liam had pouted at the realization
that his favourite toy since early childhood, something he had always
considered only his, now belong to someone else. He was to take care of it,
keep it clean, but not allowed to play with it. He’d smiled when his Master had
announced, ‘it’s now become my favourite toy, slave, and you can rest assured I’ll
play with it often.’ It was then that Liam began to entertain the notion that
his Master could possibly be honing his skills as a mind-reader.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He closed his eyes and felt a quiet peace settle over
him as he resigned himself to the fact that even though he had no idea when it
would happen, the next move was totally up to his Master.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson thought over their present situation, fairly
certain it related back to a conversation they’d had not too long ago. He mentally
reviewed a similar occurrence as he sat contemplating the man he was thoroughly
enchanted with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Several weeks past they were seated together on the
sofa in the living room when Emerson pulled out a small, black leather pouch
and gently kneaded the contents. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You start school tomorrow, pet. I hope you’re looking
forward to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I think I am. A little nervous though,” Liam
admitted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson nodded understandably. “We’re well aware of
how unsuccessful your first attempts at massaging were.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“They were pathetic,” Liam grumbled as he hung his
head, still embarrassed by his failed efforts. He missed the smile spreading
across his Master’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I know you were surprised by my taking you up on your
muttering something about lessons possibly being a help. You never expected me
to enroll you in a local college that had classes in esthetics.” Emerson
chuckled at his slave’s grunt of agreement as he presented the little pouch to
Liam. He watched as it was carefully opened and a variety of coins fell out. He
smiled at the quizzical expression on the other man’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You’re going to need a bit of money, Liam. We can
consider this your allowance if you wish, but there are conditions attached to
it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Like special chores?” Liam inquired, holding as many
of the coins as it was possible to hold in one hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No, I would be unable to come up with a single task
as you keep everything running so smoothly around here.” Emerson shook his head,
always amazed at just how structured his slave was in performing his duties.
“It involves a special assignment of sorts. Although you’ll only be attending three
afternoon classes a week, there will be a break midway. I’m pretty sure
everyone will be going to the cafeteria at that time. I insist you treat my
slave to his choice of items available in the vending machines there. When you
registered, we were taken on a brief tour of the facilities and I seem to
recall enough junk food being available to more than satisfy anyone who’s
inclined to eat the stuff.” The older man leaned forward. “I want you to feel
like you fit in, Liam. You do not necessarily have to have junk food, there are
some healthier choices.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam stared at the coins in his hand. He had never
spent time in the cafeteria when in high school. He had always found it too
crowded and far too noisy for his tastes. Besides, he never had any money and
so found no point in going there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I don’t remember ever having a special assignment
before,” he murmured with a shy smile. “But I know for sure that I’ve never had
an allowance.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I suspected it might be something new to you,”
Emerson commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How come?” Liam may have frowned slightly, but he was
unable to hide the happiness shining in his eyes as he wondered for the
umpteenth time which one of them was taking care of the other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“As I told you when we began our relationship, I had
you investigated. And the man who checked you out is very, very good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam nodded his understanding. “So all I have to do is
spend this in the cafeteria at school?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s right. However, there is one more stipulation.
You are not to hoard any of the money. It is to be spent each week by Friday
afternoon. Are you willing to meet these conditions?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Master.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The following weekend gave cause for a new rule being established.
By Sunday evening, Emerson knew he had to get to the bottom of whatever was
bothering his slave. After questioning Liam, he learned that the young man had
been fretting over forty cents he’d been unable to spend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I do not want you agonizing over matters you have no
control over, slave. When something is bothering you, I expect to be told about
it. The amount of leftover change is insignificant and certainly nothing to be
losing sleep over. Had you talked to me about it, I would have immediately set
your mind at ease. In the future, if you let my slave become this upset because
he didn’t tell me what was troubling him, you’ll be punished. Do I make myself
clear?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Master,” Liam had responded somewhat wide-eyed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">‘And here we are again,’ Emerson thought with a touch
of exasperation. He knew they were in for some unpleasantness before this
evening was over. All the signs were there; the restlessness, lost appetite,
inability to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Just last night…actually very early this morning,
Emerson had awaken to find the space beside him where his slave slept, empty.
He found the young man reading in the living room. After taking the magazine
and tossing it on the sofa, Emerson had pulled Liam to his feet and up over his
shoulder in one almost effortless motion. He had landed six hard swats on the
unprotected backside as he’d walked down the hall. He’d heard the first gasp of
surprise. The second gasp was when he’d tossed his slave onto the bed. The
third was when he’d gotten back in beside him and flipped him over to spoon
around him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Go to sleep,” he had growled in the younger man’s
ear. Within in minutes, his command had been obeyed. He’d listened for several
moments to the soft snoring interspersed with sniffles and hitches of breath.
He’d felt the residue heat from the swats radiating from the bottom nestled
against the top of his thighs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Should he have talked to his slave then? Emerson
didn’t think the timing was right in the wee hours of the morning. However, a
more appropriate time had now arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The silence continued as Emerson contemplated his
slave for several more minutes before speaking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The younger man’s thoughts were interrupted by his
Master’s quietly spoken demand. “There appears to be something weighing on your
mind, Liam. Talk to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam’s cock spasmed; the ring was only able to provide
so much restraint. It had little to no influence over his body’s reaction to
his Master’s voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pushing aside his growing physical need, Liam
concentrated on obeying the command. “In our massage classes the last few
weeks, we’ve been using dummies to learn on. They’re made of something that
makes them very pliable, almost like a human but not quite. Starting Monday, we
are to provide our own ‘live’ person to practice on. I have no idea who can be
my dummy replacement. I don’t even want one because I like what I had.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What are your fellow students doing about it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam shrugged. “Some are asking family members. You
know, like spouses or siblings and the like. Some are asking friends. For
example, Frank is asking his girlfriend and Ralph says his neighbour is willing
to be a victim. A couple of the others are just going to practice on each
other. But I don’t want to touch anyone else but you,” he said in almost a
whisper before adamantly adding, “and I certainly don’t want anyone touching
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Then why didn’t you come to me right away to talk it
over. I would have told you up front that I would take on that role.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam looked up in surprise. “But Master, you....you
are already so busy,” he stammered. “It will involve you coming to class with
me every Tuesday and Friday afternoon for the next three weeks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I am never too busy for you, my precious slave. As it
is to serve me better that you are taking these classes in the first place, it
seems practical that you learn what works best on my body. Don’t you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam could only nod; his eyes and mouth opened in
disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Now, slave, how long have you known of this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Since the first of the week,” was the murmured reply
as Liam dropped his head in shame. “I know I should have come to you right
away, but I was hoping to come up with a solution on my own. Only that didn’t
happen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There was no way for you to accomplish that, slave.
Coming to me was your only option. In not doing so, you disobeyed a directive I
gave you not too long ago about needlessly worrying my slave. Is that not so?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Master,” Liam sadly admitted in a low voice,
knowing he had earned retribution. “I’m sorry, Master.” His stomach tightened
and his shoulders slumped. He wanted nothing more than to please his Master and
here he’d gone and broken the newest rule; one less than a month old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Before he had time to ponder his dilemma, Liam felt a
large hand encircling his arm and a second later, found himself face down over
his Master’s lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">No amount of squirming or kicking deterred Emerson from
his mission to teach his young slave that communication was imperative to their
relationship; it was not an option. He spanked steadily until the man over his
thighs went limp with acceptance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Within in seconds of the last blow, Liam was upright
and enfolded in a firm hug. The hand that had just stopped walloping his
backside was now soothingly stroking his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ Liam thought as he
wrapped his arms around his Master’s neck. In the past a belt had been used on
him numerous times and every time he had stubbornly clinched his teeth and endured
the strapping without so much as a whimper. Yet here he was crying like a baby,
even more than he had the first time his Master spanked him. His defenses at an
all-time low, he clung to his chastiser.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s okay, little slave. Let it out, my pet. This
emotional release has been a long time coming. I’ve got you. Just let go,”
Emerson droned words of comfort mingled with forgiveness as he gently rocked
back and forth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The tears finally subsided as Liam relaxed against the
older man’s chest and temporarily zoned out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson used this quiet time to recall several
incidents, that over the short period of time since they’d gotten together, had
helped him learn more about the man who had so easily captured his heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He’d learned with a degree of sadness that his young
slave, while willing to give his all, had few expectations. He seemed to
consider himself unworthy of more than the very basic needs of life and had
asked for nothing more than to not be physically harmed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson had found it a tough go convincing the younger
man that he was entitled to a great deal more. Knowing Liam’s only wish was to
please his Master, the older man quickly discovered it was easier just to
simplify many of the issues that arose by keeping them within a master/slave context.
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">When he discovered that his slave believed he was not
to sleep in his Master’s bed unless told to do so, Emerson had explained that
on occasions when he was late coming home, it was his slave’s duty to warm his
bed in his absence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He’d also picked up on a habit the younger man was developing
when restocking the larder of only purchasing the foods his Master favoured.
Emerson quickly let it be known that he got pleasure from knowing his slave was
enjoying choices of his own such as peanut butter, a couple of sugared cereals,
chocolate milk and those horrible yellow slices passing as cheese. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His thought process was disturbed by his slave’s
attempt to get off his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he demanded to
know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m too heavy to sit here so long,” came the murmured
reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’ll be the one to decide that,” Emerson firmly
stated, tightening his hold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“But I need to clean up the kitchen, Master. Please….”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">About to refuse, Emerson immediately changed his mind.
He acknowledged that his slave would undoubtedly have trouble sleeping the
night through if fretting over undone chores. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Setting the other man free, Emerson got to his feet
and suggested, “We’ll do it together.” He was taken aback by the tears
reappearing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“But it’s my job,” Liam quietly pointed out,
erroneously believing his Master may have reason to consider his work inadequate.
“I can do it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Realizing the sensitive state the younger man was in
had Emerson changing course once again. “Okay, I’ll just sit back and enjoy
watching you work. I’m not going to leave you puttering around on your own.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam nodded, remembering the other time he’d been
physically punished and how they had spent the rest of the evening within
touching distance. He correctly sensed it was something they both needed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">It was later, when snuggling in bed, that Liam softly
asked, “How do I introduce you to my instructors, Master?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You simply say, ‘this is my partner, Emerson Jones’.”
Emerson grinned in the dark. He’d felt the other man’s body tremor in surprise
and jumped in before words of protest could be uttered. “Liam, although our
lifestyle choice is known by a number of friends within the community, there is
no need for anyone else to be aware of it. We’re partners and that’s all there
is to it. I trust you’re good with that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Master,” Liam respectfully replied, fully aware
that he had little choice in the matter. Truth was, his Master’s proclamation
made him feel warm all over. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">*********************************** <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam held his head high as he walked down the hall
beside his Master. He was proud of having introduced this handsome man as his
partner. He’d secretly enjoyed the looks of chagrin that passed over the faces of
a few of his classmates when they realized the man they’d been ogling for weeks
was spoken for. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“There is someone else I’d like you to meet before we
leave, Master.” Liam smiled at the sight of the man walking towards them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As was often the case, the hairdressing instructor was
off in a world of his own. He barely managed to avoid crashing into them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Before Liam could make the introduction, Fancy let out
a squeal, threw his arms around Emerson’s neck and kissed his cheek. Liam’s jaw
almost hit the ground and his eyes were in danger of popping out of his head.
He stared back and forth between the two men who evidently knew each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We haven’t seen you at the club in a while, Lawrence.
You and Eugene have been missed,” Emerson informed the flamboyantly dressed
man. “I didn’t realize you’d changed your name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Lawrence is the name my mother gave me, Em. Fancy is
the one I gave myself a few years back but only use it as a career moniker. You
have to admit it’s quite the attention getter.” Fancy winked at Liam as he
laughed along with Emerson. “So, my friend, what brings you to our hallowed
halls of learning?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I’m participating in Liam’s massage class.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Really?” Fancy’s eyebrow rose in speculation. He
reached over and withdrew the gold chain hidden just below the neckline of
Liam’s sweater. “Hmm, more than just a friend, I’d venture. His Dom maybe?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No.” Emerson leaned forward and whispered in his
friend’s ear, “his life-partner, among other things.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Oh! Do tell!” Fancy’s eyes almost tripled in size. “It
seems like Eugene and I have been missing out on some titillating goings-on
during our absence. Wait until I tell my husband about this. I’m sure he’ll
agree to us paying your establishment a visit before the week is out. Speaking
of which, I must call Eugene and remind him to pick up the things I need for
dinner. Ta-ta. Be seeing you soon, my darlings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">With that, Fancy once again headed off down the hall.
His hips were noticeably swaying, his fingers merrily tapping out numbers on a
cell phone, his raised heels clicking on the highly polished wood floors and
his colourful boa was flying out behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“He’s kinda like a butterfly, isn’t he?” Liam lightly
observed with a wide grin on his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s one way of putting it, I guess.” Emerson
couldn’t help but chuckle at the analogy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How often does he attend events at your club,
Master?” Liam was unable to prevent the question from practically exploding out
of his mouth. He’d be the first to admit that his curiosity had gotten the
better of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“His and Eugene’s attendance was always erratic at
best, but they have been members for years. We don’t know a great deal about
their personal life except they’ve been married for a long time. I did know
Lawrence taught, but I didn’t know what or where. I also know Eugene is a lab
technician, but again, I do not know where.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Is Fancy a Dom?” Liam had trouble picturing his
instructor as a Dom, but then he was having a hard time picturing him playing
in the scene at all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson continued to chuckle at his slave’s courage,
realizing it was the young man exceptional inquisitiveness that was causing him
to be so daring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Not Likely. As much as Lawrence baggers the life out
of his husband and as much as he appears to be the cock of the walk around here;
once he enters the club, he immediately goes into mild-mannered sub mode. He
and Eugene find a great deal of satisfaction in the roles they play there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Does that mean he might be a ‘Brat’ at home?” Liam
had been learning BDSM and DP terminology under the tutelage of the club’s
bartender, Ned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“They aren’t in a DP, Liam. As they once explained
during a conversation with Flynn and I, Lawrence would never allow it and
Eugene would find it exhausting. They didn’t go into a lot of detail.” Emerson
steadily maneuvered the shorter man out of the building and across to the
parking lot. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">‘Hmm, bet Ned can share a tale or two.’ Liam mused to
himself while wondering how much he could get away with when asking the
bartender about them or more over, how much Ned could get away with when telling.
Gossiping was definitely one of Flynn’s pet peeves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Leaning close, Emerson growled for Liam’s ears only. “I
think it would be best if we avoid using the name ‘Fancy’ at the club. I’m sure
both Lawrence and Eugene would appreciate it. And don’t you dare think of
asking Ned about them, slave, or there’ll be hell to pay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam blinked. He wondered if he’d ever get use to his
Master’s apparent mind-reading ability. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">***********************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Three week later Liam’s courses came to an end. All
had gone well with his Master attending his classes. He felt a little at loose
ends with not having any more to attend, but decided he didn’t want to spend
the weekend fretting about it. He’d only get himself in hot water if he stewed
over something he had no control over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">So on Friday evening, he sat down on the ottoman and
patiently waited for his Master to finish reading the paper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson lowered his newspaper. “Is there something
you’d like to talk about, slave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“These.” Liam shoved a couple of pamphlets into his
Master’s hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Quickly glancing through the information, Emerson
appeared to be giving them some thought. “These are about other courses being
offer at the college you’ve just barely finished attending.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam nodded. “Fancy gave them to me. He thought I
might be interested in taking the gourmet cooking course.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I see. And are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Liam nodded again, this time a little more vigorously.
“Yes, Master. I am. I’d really like to be able to prepare more elaborate meals,
especially when you have guests.” He chewed his lower lip. “But the course costs
a lot of money and you’ve already put out enough for my additional training to
serve you better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“And you’re worried about that, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Master. I am….sort of. But there’s nothing I can
do about it, is there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Absolutely nothing; but I can. Of course, in return to
covering your tuition and other expenses, I’ll expect to be treated to many
gastronomic delights,” he lightly teased. Turning serious, he smiled and gently
ran the back of his fingers over his slave’s cheek. “Thank you for talking to
me instead of letting the issue fester.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s a rule, Master.” Liam grinned. “Besides, it’s a
lot better than being spanked.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His cheekiness resulted in a roar of laughter from the
man in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Emerson sat back and clapped his hands. “Secure the
apartment, slave, and make it snappy,” he huskily ordered and watched as his
command was promptly obeyed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He remained seated for a few minutes before leisurely getting
to his feet, pulling his shirt out of his pants and undoing the buttons as he
walked down the hall to the master bedroom where he knew a beautiful naked
slave would be waiting for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The End</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></div>
LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-29298916585615685572013-08-05T04:37:00.001-07:002014-02-05T13:08:54.944-08:00Diversity<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Co-Written
by: Brad & LJ<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">We wish to sincerely thank Sean and a couple of
on-line friends for all their encouragement and welcomed suggestions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
moved about the club as inconspicuously as possible gathering up empty and
partially filled but abandoned glasses. He was unaware of how well he carried
himself or how graceful his movements were. He was, however, fully aware of the
eyes that followed his every move. They were dark eyes that belong to his Master.
Eyes that had at one time made him uneasy because he erroneously believed his
actions were being closely monitored to see if he would make a mistake, thereby
earning retribution. He now knew such was not the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He
thought of the nighttime hours he’d spent in his Master’s bed and wondered not
for the first time how it was that the older man could so easily bring him to
the heights of ecstasy. Liam never would have considered himself a tactile
being, but apparently he was. When in the arms of his Master he experienced the
freedom to be whoever it was he was meant to be and was daily learning more
about himself. He just couldn’t figure out why simply knowing his Master was
watching him was enough to push the buttons that always turned him on and set
his heart racing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">It
became even more physically and emotionally intense whenever his Master ordered
him to set the security system. No one could enter the apartment or even step
into the elevator without their presence being noted. They would never be
granted entrance unless their visit was to proclaim an emergency. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Making
his Master’s home inaccessible signaled him to continue his duties in the nude.
Liam was expected to strip immediately and carry on while the man who owns him
remained fully dressed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His
Master merely had to sit back and watch him for Liam’s body to respond to the
unspoken power the older man had over him. Within a matter of minutes Liam could
depend on his manhood becoming rigid and standing at attention. It required no
physical contact for this to happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
imagined his Master holding a remote control in his hand and inwardly laughed
at the whimsicality of it all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Bet
you’re daydreaming about that gorgeous Master of yours,” a voice rudely
disturbed Liam’s musing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Huh?”
Liam shook his head as if to bring himself back to the here and now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ned
laughed at the confused expression on the younger man’s face. “There’s
something trying desperately to escape the confines on your pants.” He meaningfully
glanced down for a moment and then laughed louder as Liam’s face turned red
with understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
looked down and saw the rising bulge in his jeans. A bulge that he thought was
growing only in his imagination. He hastily held the large plastic bin of
glasses in front of him and hoped no one else had noticed. Looking over at his Master
instantly crushed that prospect. His Master’s amusement was definitely evident.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Lowering
his head, Liam hurriedly made his way to the room behind the bar where the
washing up was done. There he lay down the container and leaned against the
counter’s edge, holding on with both hands. He willed his breathing under
control and fought the almost overwhelming urge to jerk off. Only he couldn’t;
he’d been forbidden to touch himself in a sexual manner by the man whose collar
he wore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">His
face cooled down faster than his hard-on softened, but in time all was back to
normal. Except for the mixed feelings of embarrassment and self-disgust. He was
definitely going to have to work harder at keeping his mind on the job.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He
pulled a previous receptacle from out of the dishwasher, checking to make sure
all the items in it were dry before sliding in the latest one of dirty
glassware. Feeling ready to face the world again, he picked up a full tray and
headed back to the main room to restock the bar with clean glasses. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He
narrowed his eyes and silently dared Ned to say another word about the earlier
incident. Fortunately, Ned chose not to take him up on it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Slow
tonight, isn’t it?” Ned spoke conversationally and made room for Liam to get
passed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
guess,” Liam agreed. “I really don’t have much to compare it with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“True
enough,” Ned concurred. He was wondering what he could say or do to help the
younger man relax when the big front doors opened and a middle-aged gentleman
entered and glanced around before heading to the other side of the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well,
well, well, look who just walked in. They haven’t been here in a while.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
glanced towards the entrance and frowned. “Only one man came in, Ned. He’s
sitting by himself at that far table.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yeah,
but another will be arriving shortly. They pay us a visit once a month as a
rule. Except last month they were a no-show. I should have figured it out when
I spotted Flynn setting up a ‘school room’ earlier, complete with a cane.” Ned shivered
in anticipation at the pictures that conjured up. When properly applied by his
Dom in a perfectly set up scene, he could easily become aroused by the cane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">At
the perplexed expression on Liam’s face, Ned elaborated. “It’s some kind of
prearranged meeting between these two. This one is waiting for a ‘client’. From
what I can piece together, this one, Harvey, is the disciplinarian and the
other, Gordon, requires punishment; reasons unknown. I get the feeling they don’t
even associate with each other away from here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Sure
enough, five minutes later a second man arrived. He was slightly older, a bit
on the chunky side and appeared to be carrying a chip on his shoulder. He acted
as if he resented being summoned; kind of like a student who thought he was
being unfairly singled out. Words were quietly exchanged and the two men walked
down the hall to a private suite, the second man insolently following the first
one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
could only describe what had taken place as similar to a scene in a play, although
he was unsure of exactly what it was he had observed. He was distracted from
the thoughts whirling around in his head by Ned’s greeting of other newly
arrived patrons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Good
evening, Antonio; you too, Luciana. We’ve been expecting you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
wondered why Ned looked slightly ill at ease, but refrained from asking in
front of anyone else. He patiently waited until they were alone and turned a
raised eyebrow in Ned’s direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
behaved rather badly in Antonio’s restaurant last week. It involved tomato
tossing, a paddling and being barred from his establishment for a time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
blinked in disbelief. “H-how come?” he barely managed to stammer out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
let a friend borrow my Harley and he totalled it. I spent most of last Friday
morning cleaning up his mess. He wasn’t badly hurt or anything, just some road
rash on his left thigh because he wasn’t wearing leather pants. Mind you, I
wouldn’t have objected to adding a few bruises of my own. Shouldn’t have let
him take the bike in the first place, I guess. He’s never been overly reliable.
Besides that, dealing with police and insurance agents is not high on my list
of fun things to do. Having my lunch order not filled as requested was the last
straw and I lost it. Big time, I might add. This is the first time I’ve seen
Antonio or Luciana since then.” Ned tried to shrug it off but didn’t quite succeed at convincing anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Do
they come here often?” Liam felt sorry for his friend having to be repeatedly
reminded of his less than stellar moment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yeah,
every Monday evening for Antonio to get his fix.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“His
‘fix’?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“His
business is rewarding but also very stressful. What happens here relaxes him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
watched wide-eyed as Antonio stripped to his waist and walked over to the St.
Andrew’s Cross on the raised platform in the middle of the large room. He was surprised
to see the big man being restrained at the wrists and ankles in a spread-eagle
position by the small woman who had accompanied him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Is
he a sub?” Liam whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oooh-no,
he’s all alpha. Luciana has been trained to serve him in this fashion. They’ve
been doing this for several years now and she was taught by the best; Emerson’s
grandfather. By the time she’s finished with Antonio this evening, he’ll be
like putty in her hands; relaxed and flying high. He’d never let anyone else touch
him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Another
case of different strokes, huh?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
got it.” Ned smiled at the other man’s nervousness and changed the subject by
making an inquiry that had nothing to do with the club or its activities.
“How’s school going?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Good.”
Liam welcomed the diversion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
enjoying it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Very
much.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“How
big is the class?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“There’s
fifteen of us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
the only guy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Nope,
there’s two others.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Humph,
I’m surprised there are any. One would think most stuff to do with e<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">sthetics</span> to be a girl thing; although,
I understand your reasons for wanting to learn some of it. Honest.” Ned held up
his hands as if to ward off an attack when he saw the frown darkening the other
man’s features. “You want to pick up some tricks that let you take better care
of your Master.” He waited until the annoyance disappeared and then continued
his questioning. “Are either of the other two male students gay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well,
Frank’s got a long-time girlfriend, but the rest of us aren’t exactly sure
about<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Ralph.
He flirts a lot with all the girls but we think that’s just a ruse.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Maybe
he’s not ready to come out yet, assuming he is gay,” Ned commented.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
shrugged. “Either way, I couldn’t care less.” Then he began to chuckle. “All
but one of our instructors is an oriental woman and all are very talented in
each of their fields. Our hairdressing instructor is male and a real riot. He
is extremely flamboyant, elegant and maybe just a tad overly confident. At
least that’s my impression of him. The very first time we were in his course he
introduced himself with ‘My name is Fancy. I’m a flamer and proud of it! If any
of you have a problem with that I suggest you either learn to suck it up or get
out of my class. I expect to be treated with respect at all times. Anything
less can adversely affect your marks.’ He’s actually rather awesome,” Liam
laughed as he thought about his first encounter with the man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“And
he gets away with that?” Ned was astounded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Apparently!
Due I suspect to him being very good at what he does and also being tremendously
popular. I overheard another student speaking to the Dean and she was told if
she didn’t like it, to drop the course ‘cause there’s quite a waiting list.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“So
how did you get into the class when you only registered a month ago?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Well,
I’m not taking the entire course. I’m only interested in cutting men’s hair;
actually just my Master’s,” Liam informed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey,
I’ve always believed diversity is one of the spices of life.” Ned was laughing
along with his friend until a voice from the other side of the bar interrupted
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Sounds
more like something Flynn would say, Ned, not you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
and Ned glanced up just as Royce dropped onto a bar stool. The scowl on his
face ample proof he was in a rotten mood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Geesh,
who pissed in your corn flakes, Royce?” Ned asked. He was unable to make out
the mumbled words he received in response to his query. “Never mind then. Don’t
know if I really want to hear about it. We haven’t seen you in three weeks and
this is how you greet us.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Sorry,
I’m a little ticked off at the moment. But not at you guys.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Okay,
apology accepted. What can I get you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“A
Bud Lite! And keep ‘em coming,” Royce ordered as he continued to sulk. “By the
way, Nelson wants a rum and coke.” He brightened up just a shade when his beer
was placed in front of him and he’d downed a huge mouthful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“So,
what are you guys talking about?” Royce demanded to know when Ned returned from
serving Nelson.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Liam’s
school days,” Ned answered, smirking at Liam. “And being as Emerson picks you
up after class, how do you explain him?” Ned’s curiosity was getting the better
of him. Royce just looked on with feigned disinterest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
don’t!” Liam shrugged off the question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
mean no one has asked about him?” Ned wasn’t buying that one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“A
few of the girls have ogled him; a couple even gave me their phone numbers to
give to him ‘cause they think he’s only a friend. But I’m pretty sure they’re
doomed for a major disappointment.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Ya
got that right,” both Ned and Royce’s voices echoed simultaneously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Listen,
guys, I kind of have something to ask you about,” Royce said, lowering his
voice and leaning in a bit as if trying to avoid being overheard. Realizing he
had the other two men’s undivided attention, he continued. “You remember a
couple of weeks ago on that Sunday evening when we were sort of giving Liam a
start off to college and got a little carried away?” Getting dual nods in
response, he took a deep breath and ventured forth. “Did either of you catch
shit for us more or less forcing our way into Emerson’s apartment even after
Liam told us we weren’t welcome?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
sure as hell did!” Ned unwaveringly admitted. “Flynn was really pissed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
felt himself blushing again. It was the first time his Master had physically
punished him and he instantly recalled the shame he’d felt at having disobeyed
and the subsequent embarrassment of finding himself over his Master’s knee.
Fortunately, he also recalled the unexpected kindness shown him following the
chastisement. Unable to verbally answer, he merely nodded. Glancing in the
mirror on the back wall, he grimaced at the sight of his reddened face and
wished there was something he could do to prevent this reoccurring flushing
that always gave away his awkwardness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hey,
it’s all right, kid. Happens to the best of us,” Ned attempted to set Liam’s
mind at ease. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Not
all of us,” Royce grumbled. “All Nelson said was that it was rude of me and
that I should know better. I was kind of hoping he’d do more. I think I want
what you guys have.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
don’t understand.” Liam was puzzled. “You have adamantly declared on more than
one occasion that you’d never want to be a slave; that you’d never wait on
anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You already have a Dom like Ned,
so what else do you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
love having a Dom, but I also want a ‘Top’.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
expression showed he was more baffled than ever, so Ned took pity on him and
explained. “Royce wants a discipline relationship. We’ve been talking over
different lifestyles and some of the terminology, remember Liam? I’m a sub and
also a Brat. You’re a slave, but you too are also a Brat. Emerson is a Master,
a Dom and a Top. Flynn is a Dom and a Top.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes,
I remember you telling me all that. And about how some folks like to keep the
terms distinctly outlined, while others kind of blend them together. There are
as many diversities as there are folks who make any element of these lifestyles
a part of their lives. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However I’m still
finding it hard to keep straight. But, Royce, why don’t you just come right out
and ask Nelson?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“It’s
not easy telling your lover you want to be punished when you step out of line,
kid,” Royce responded with a bit of a sneer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Hmm,
probably no easier than telling someone you want to be a slave,” Liam quietly
uttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“The
kid’s got a good point there, Royce,” Ned stated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Royce
rolled his eyes, huffed and walked off with his third beer in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Do
you think he’s going to ask?” Liam inquired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh
yeah,” Ned answered. “He’s just gonna go about it the wrong way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
pretended he understood even though he had no idea what Ned was getting at.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">A
long, drawn-out moan was heard from the center of the room as the final blow
from a heavy flogger landed and Antonio went limp. He continued his low mewling
of bliss as three large men immediately got to their feet and headed towards
the raised dais where the cross was situated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">While
Emerson supported Antonio, Flynn undid the restraints and Nelson gathered up
the discarded clothing. Providing support, Flynn slowly steered a weak-kneed
Antonio down the hall with the clothes Nelson had handed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Emerson
smiled down at Luciana who was sitting on the floor. She was obviously
exhausted. “Wore you out, huh?” Getting only a soft sigh, he bent and scooped
her up into his arms. “Let’s get the two of you settled for the night.” He
headed after the other two men.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Where
are they going, and why?” Liam wanted to know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“To
the private guest apartment,” Ned answered. “Flynn and Emerson will finish
undressing them and put them to bed. They’ll be raring to face another busy
week come morning.” He glanced over at Royce who’d been anxiously awaiting his
Dom’s return. “I don’t know,” Ned mumbled worriedly, shaking his head. “But I’m
afraid trouble’s brewing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The
two men behind the bar did a good imitation of being busy while actually
keeping an eye on the movements of two others. They watched as Nelson sat back
down next to Royce and attempted to put an arm about his shoulders. Royce
instantaneously pulled away. Nelson merely rolled his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Hoping
his plan would come off better in front of an audience, Royce waited for
Emerson and Flynn’s return to start a scene.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
want to do a scene, Nelson,” he boldly stated. He had already been informed
that they would not be playing anytime this evening and given the reasons why.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“We
discussed this before leaving home, Royce.” Nelson’s voice clearly showed he
wasn’t prepared to put up with any bullshit. Unfortunately, his sub decided to
ignore the warning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
discussed it. I didn’t because I concluded your reasoning was flawed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Flynn
almost choked on his drink while Emerson glanced over to check on his slave and
discovered the young man was all ears. Ned, on the other hand, seemed to find
the conversation somewhat amusing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
believe you’ve had enough to drink, Royce.” Nelson reached over and took the
half-filled glass out of his partner’s hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You’re
just using that as an excuse not to play,” Royce argued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“A
perfectly viable one, considering your developing habit of neglecting to use
your safe word in a timely fashion. One would think you were deliberately
looking to be harmed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You’re
really turning out to be something of a wimp, Nelson.” Royce knew he was
pushing it but wasn’t able to stop himself from taking that final step. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nelson’s
eyes narrowed as he got to his feet, wrapped a beefy paw around Royce’s arm and
hauled him upward. “Mind if we avail ourselves to one of your private rooms,
Emerson?” he requested before dragging a protesting, loud-mouthed man towards
the rear of the building. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh-oh,
told ya,” Ned side-whispered to Liam. “Looks like Royce just might get his wish
after all. Wonder if he’ll think it all he hopes it’s cracked up to be?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
was saved from commenting when Harvey and Gordon put in an appearance. Harvey
looked a little less formidable and Gordon certainly appeared relaxed, although
slightly red-eyed. Harvey saw Gordon out, then returned and ordered a shot of
whiskey which he downed in one go. Laying a wad of bills on the bar, he waved a
greeting to Emerson and Flynn, and left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Turning
to Liam, Ned couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the younger man’s
expression of bewilderment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Your
first evening shift is becoming quite the eye-opener, isn’t it, kid?” He
laughed even louder at the blank stare directed at him. “Don’t worry; a few more
of these shifts and you’ll have it all worked out. Won’t he, Flynn?” Ned asked
of his Dom who had just joined them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I’m
sure he will,” the older man smiled his reassurance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
do believe my Master’s in need of more refreshment.” Liam poured a drink of the
best brandy into a snifter and made his escape. He still found Flynn’s presence
a bit intimidating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Flynn
chuckled and shook his head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
come over to check on me, Flynn?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Did
I need to?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“No,
but I wouldn’t mind if you did.” These were definitely two men who enjoyed
being together and it showed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Meanwhile,
Nelson and Royce were in a somewhat more serious confab of their own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“It
would appear from your many insinuations of late, Royce, that you want something
from me but are unable to just forthrightly ask for it. Now I may be going out
on a limb here, but I damn well think it’s high time you answered for your
deplorable conduct.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">With
that, Nelson yanked down his sub’s slacks and boxers. One skillful heave and he
had Royce face down over his thighs. Tightening one arm around the slender
waist to hold the younger man in place, Nelson began walloping the unprotected
bottom. Keeping up a steady pace, he gradually turned it a deep shade of
red.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Royce
was far from silent once he got over the initial shock of finding himself in
this position. The swats were increasingly painful and the heat was fast
becoming unbearable. His squirming, kicking and hollering got him nowhere
except for a slight pause while a heavy leg was placed across his legs to
curtail his movements. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">He
was a gasping, snotty mess by the time he regained his footing and stood
staring down at the man who had just spanked him in earnest, instead of the
usually playful prelude to sex. It suddenly hit him that this was indeed what
he’d been asking for. Nelson was far more perceptive than he'd given him
credit for and he vowed never to make that mistake again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Nelson
gently pulled his sobbing partner into his arms and murmured soothing words of
forgiveness and understanding while rhythmically rubbing Royce’s back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Once
Royce had settled down enough to carrying on a conversation, Nelson coerced him
into cuddling on his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“This
is the first and last time you top from the bottom, my boy. In the future if
you want something, you dang well better come right out and ask for it.”
Nelson’s declaration was not just unyielding, it was threatening. “You got
that, boy?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes
Sir, I understand,” Royce respectfully responded, hanging his head, unsure of
where they now stood. “Hmm, are we still okay? I mean, can we have a…..you
know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Say
what it is, Royce. Just spit it out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Royce
took a deep breath to fortify himself and then plunged ahead. “Okay then. Can
we have a discipline relationship? Are you okay with being my Top?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes
to all three questions. Happy now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh
yeah.” Royce was surprised by the giggle that escaped him. Giggling wasn’t
something he normally did. “Guess it proved easier to ask than I thought it
would,” he mused more to himself than to the man who was holding him. “I should
have just listened to the kid in the first place,” he muttered with some
self-reproach. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Never
too late for taking up a good idea,” Nelson automatically pointed out as he got
to his feet and set Royce on his. “You’ve got some apologies to make, Brat.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Back
in the club, Liam was in one of his favourite places; kneeling on the floor and
leaning against his Master’s knee. A large hand was gently carding through his
thick curly hair as strong fingers periodically massaged his scalp. He had his
eyes closed and was zoning out when he heard the inquiry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“How
did your first evening shift go, Slave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Liam
gave it some thought before responding. “Even though I was nervous about it, I
think I did okay. I mean it wasn’t as frightening as I had imagined it would be.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
do understand my reason for having you here, right?” It was a rhetorical
question but still garnered a nod. “This is my business, my pet. It’s a big
part of my life and I want you to be part of it. No fear, it will never be as a
participant, but merely as a fellow observer. I want you to learn that our
relationship is different to some and similar to others; with its own
uniqueness perhaps but not totally original. We deserve to be proud of it and
can both be comfortable with who we are as individuals and what we have
together. Does that work for you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Yes,
Master, it does. I know I have a lot to learn about the various lifestyles,
habits and taste of others, but at the moment I’m content with who and where I
am.” Liam smiled sleepily and added, “Ned calls them diversities and likens
them to spices.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Of
course he does,” Emerson chuckled. He glanced up as Nelson and Royce stopped by
on their way out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Royce
has something to say, Em. Then I better be getting this rascal home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The
younger man shuffled from one foot to the other. A warning hand on his still
sore backside egged him on. “Sorry for the way I acted earlier. It was
disrespectful and won’t happen again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Oh,
I’m sure it won’t,” Emerson assured the subdued man while winking at the older
one. “Be seeing you, Nelson. Have a good evening.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“You
too,” Nelson replied as he guided his partner over to the bar where a brief chat
took place between them and Flynn. Ned just stood by with a big grin plastered
on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“Guess
Royce got what he was looking for,” Liam quietly commented. “He’s sure seems a
lot happier. Well maybe a little uncomfortable, but in a much better mood than
when they arrived earlier.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">“I
imagine he is,” Emerson agreed, fully aware of his young slave still trying to
come to grips with all he’d witnessed this evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the past, Liam had worked hard at ignoring
the goings-on in the club. He could no longer do that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">‘All
in good time,’ Emerson thought as he lovingly caressed his slave’s handsome
face.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Let’s call it a night, my pet.
It’s been a long day. There’s a warm bed waiting for us upstairs and we badly
need some one-on-one time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The
End</span></div>
LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-73463425051926233702013-01-14T14:50:00.000-08:002013-07-27T20:58:11.309-07:00Finding His Place<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Sincere appreciation to my SO, Jodie and Mike for all
their support and encouragement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam awoke slightly disoriented. The feeling lasted
all of two seconds. Alertness hit as he focused in on yesterday’s life making
changes. Of course this was greatly helped by the large frame spooned around him,
the muscular arm circling his upper body and the heavy leg thrown across both
of his. The warm, powerful, naked body of the man he now belonged to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He recalled the disbelief and shock he’d experienced
when Emerson first informed him he was the one willing to be his Master. Had it
not been for waking up in his Master’s bed, Liam would have had to pinch
himself to see if it had only been a dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to waken the
other man and mentally reviewed last evening’s events. Liam felt the heat
rising in his cheeks at his remembered embarrassment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">His collar in place and an understanding reached with
his new slave, Emerson had called for Chinese take-out. While waiting for their
meal to arrive, he had ordered Liam to strip and had then carried out the most
extensive and intimate examination his latest acquisition had ever been subjected
to; after which he allowed his slave to partially dress in boxers and t-shirt.
Liam believed it to be an example of how they would be living. There was no
negotiation, no contract; only </span><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">a dominant</span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"> <span lang="EN">establishing his ownership of a submissive
as his personal property.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Liam had willingly traded his freedom for a Master who
had promised to be both a provider and protector. A mega step for him as Liam
had been badly burnt once before. But that was behind him now and he was no
longer that </span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">naïve, gullible man of three years ago. As frightened
as he may be, he was now as ready as he’d ever be to take another chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It was during the meal when Liam had learned so much
about this man he had given his life to. Liam had committed to memory ever
words his Master had uttered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Before making my decision to take you on as my slave,
I had you investigated. So I think it only fair I tell you a bit about myself, slave.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">So keen to find out this man’s past, Liam had barely
concentrated on what he was supposed to be doing and had to be reminded several
times to eat. At one point, his new Master had threatened to make him kneel
while he spoon fed him. So Liam made more of an effort to multi-task, something
he had never been overly adept at.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I come from a long line of lawyers and judges,”
Emerson had informed him. “In fact my paternal grandfather at one time sat on
the supreme court. But law had not been his first love; it had only been his
profession and one he did very well from all accounts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson had paused to tap his slave on the head and
point at the plate in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Continuing, he had gone on to tell Liam of the day his
grandfather, Alexander Ellery Jones II, finally decided he’d kept enough
skeletons in the cupboard and the time had come to own up to every one of them.
Emerson’s grandmother, Ingrid, had become enraged when the long withheld
secrets were divulged. She transformed almost before the older man’s eyes and
turned into the shrew he’d always suspected her of being. There had never been
any real love between them as their marriage had been one of convenience.
Although thus far, they had managed to convey a loving relationship mostly for
the sake of their son, Alexander III, and his young family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson’s grandfather had left the house with only the
clothes on his back and had been more than happy to do so. He gave up his
position on the bench and joyfully went on to live his dream. The only regret
he had was the loss of his little grandson, who fortunately had not been named
Alexander IV. He did, however, continue to financially support his wife until
her dying day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“He purchased this old multi-story building,” Emerson had
added, “and completely renovated it to become his home and business. Few
changes have been made to the original work he had done. The basement was the
only area he never got around to revamping. Guess that will be my job; one I’m
sure to tackle eventually.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson had paused during his narrative once again to
remind his slave to eat. “I never even knew I had a grandfather. The family had
disowned him and throughout the years that followed, they had repeatedly
disavowed his existence. My grandmother died a miserable, bitter woman. God,
she was the only person who ever scared me,” Emerson had mused with a shake of
his head as if to clear it of unpleasant, childhood memories. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“My parents died in a fire when I was fourteen. They
had gone to see a play being performed in an old, decrepit theater. One that
had disregarded building codes for years, including the need to properly
maintain the out-dated sprinkling system. Anyways, it was then that I found out
about my grandfather. As my only living relative, he was asked to assume
custody of me. Had he not done so, I would in all likelihood have ended up a
ward of the court and spent my teenage years in foster care. Instead, I was
gradually introduced to a lifestyle I had never before heard of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">At first, I mistakenly thought Paul was only my
grandfather’s business partner. I soon learned he was also Grandfather’s best
friend, lover, and sub. I took their relationship in stride, having already
recently figured out my own sexual preferences. The three of us lived here in
this apartment on the top two floors and always entered by the rear staircase.
The elevator came later. Although I had seen the front of the building many
times over that first year or so, I never considered it any different that many
other brown-stones in a business neighbourhood that had once been residential.
It never entered my head the type of entertainment offered here, or the kind of
high-profile guests that regularly frequented the place. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">I was sixteen when Grandfather first took me on a tour
through the rest of the building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless
to say, it blew me away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Realizing I was
living above a very prestigious BDSM establishment was an eye-opener. But not
nearly as much as ultimately discovering my grandfather was a Dom, and a damn
good one at that. It took a while for me to clue into the fact that Paul was
Grandfather’s sub; astounding to say the least.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It took several years under my grandfather’s tutelage,
but in due course I too developed the skills of a Dom. That is I learned the
mechanics of being a top-notch Dom even though I never acquire the love for the
scene that Grandfather had for it. It never became the end-all and be-all for
me. That may have been different had I falling in love with a man who badly
wanted to participate in the scene. And while I admit I enjoy playing now and
again, I can also do without. However, I do like being in charge and I do like
being the ‘boss’ so to speak, and I am not opposed to keeping those under me
inline, but I do work very hard at maintaining a high degree of fairness.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam had wondered at the time if his Master was
telling him this to set his mind at ease over someday being coerced into
experimenting and sometime in the future, subbing for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Each of us must find our own place, Liam,” his Master
had assured him. “I have found mine and you will soon find yours.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It was late by the time their meal was over with. His Master
had insisted they shower together and go to bed. Liam had not been given the
opportunity to ask questions. He had been promised the conversation would
continue in the morning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Well, it was morning and Liam was looking forward to
the day with mixed emotions swinging between unlimited eagerness and
constrained apprehension. Had he found his place in this strange world he’d entered
or had his attraction for this man led to him making a monumental error? Would
the trust he placed in his new Master be exploited?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Relax, slave,” was whispered next to his ear. “I know
you’re awake.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson had been awake for a while now enjoying the
feel of his slave’s naked body pressed to his own. It was the sudden stiffening
of Liam’s body that had cause the older man to speak up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Are you having seconds thought already, my pet?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I’m not sure,” Liam answered honestly. “Could be I’m
just nervous and unsure of what to expect.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Have patience, my slave. As time passes, everything
that is meant to be will fall into place. For now, we’ll get our day started by
getting up and dressed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Is there anything you’d like me to do for you, Master?
Like laying out your clothes?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I’ll do that myself. As clever as you may be, you
could not possibly be aware of my preferences this soon.” Emerson was in a
jovial mood. However, Liam didn’t know him well enough to pick up on it. “But
after you’re dressed you can make my breakfast. I’ll be out shortly. I just
have to check last night’s receipts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson walked into the dining room twenty minutes
later to find the table had only one place set. He questioned his new slave
about the shortage when the young man came in from the kitchen carrying a tray
of food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“You told me to make your breakfast, Master, and that
is what I’ve done.” Liam placed a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice, a mug
of fresh brewed coffee, and a plate containing two pancakes, scrambled eggs,
bacon, sausage and hash browns on the table in front of his Master’s chair.
Maple syrup, cream, sugar and a small container of ketchup was put within arm’s
reach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson sighed when it hit him that Liam accepted
everything said literally word for word and wondered how many misunderstandings
would arise as they got to know each other. He took his seat and picked up the
napkin neatly folded next the cutlery, then snapped his finger just as Liam was
about to leave the room, and pointed to the floor beside him when his slave
turned to see what he wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam hesitated for just a second before dropping to
his knees. He wondered what he’d done to displease his Master this soon into
their relationship; a relationship that was less than twenty-four hours old.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“You have only one responsibility, Slave, and that is
to serve me and only me. Under that umbrella is the expectation to care for all
that belongs to me. You, my little slave, are now one of my many processions.
One that I demand be afforded the best care of all. Until you learn how to meet
all the requirements of your position, I will assist you.” Emerson scooped up a
forkful of egg. “Open your mouth,” he softly ordered and was pleased when he
was immediately obeyed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Although originally mortified by the thought of being
fed by his new Master, it didn’t cross Liam’s mind not to do as he was told. He
took his time chewing while contemplating his changing feelings. He found
himself relaxing as his embarrassment slowly dissipated and a sense of warmth
took its’ place. He gradually began to believe he was being shown how to care
for himself as if he meant something to someone. But could this be true? Or was
it just wishful thinking on his part? For the moment he could only go with the
flow and see where it led him. His musings were interrupted by his Master’s
voice and he noticed the empty plate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“That was delicious, Slave.” Emerson caressed Liam’s
hair for a moment before pushing away from the table. He was impressed at his slave’s
cooking skills. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Yes, it was!” Liam acknowledged, visibly pleased with
his achievement. He returned his Master’s smile with one of his own and gently
kissed the other man’s hand. “Thank you,” he gratefully murmured. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Are you kissing the hand that just fed you, Slave?” Emerson
teased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Oh, I-I won’t do it again, Master, if you prefer I
didn’t.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The young man clearly believed he’s stepped over the
line and Emerson promptly set about clarifying his intentions. “I was teasing,
my pet. I do that now and again. There is no need for you to be so ill at ease.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He paused to make sure he had been
understood. “When you’ve finished clearing away the dishes, we’ll be off to the
train station where you’ll give notice of your leaving to your supervisor. I
trust two weeks will suffice. I want you here with me, twenty-four-seven.
You’ll also being giving up your present place of residence and closing any
bank accounts you may have.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“But there’s no need to give anyone notice, Master,
‘cause I’m no one’s employee. I work for myself. And I do not have a bank
account.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“What do you mean ‘you work for yourself’?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I shine shoes and do errands for waiting passengers. And
then there is the odd shift when I have fill in for one of the cleaners who
wants some time off. But that is paid for in cash by the guy I was replacing for
the day. I have few expenses so what I make usually covers everything. As I more
or less live from day to day, I don’t have much left over to put in a bank.”
Liam smiled at the very idea of him having a savings of any kind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson was somewhat taken back. “I was told you
worked at the train station and automatically assumed you were employed by the
railway company to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you not
live at or near the station?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“At.” Realizing an explanation was expected, Liam added,
“I kinda bunk down in what was once used as a storage shed of sorts, then later
converted to an employees’ break room.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I see,” Emerson murmured even though he was a little
baffled by what he was hearing. “Then I guess all we have to do is pick up your
belongings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Ah, I can go do that myself. You needn’t come with
me.” Liam would prefer his new Master not see where or how he had been living.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Now, you wouldn’t be contradicting me?” the older man
questioned in a low voice, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Huh? N-no….Master,” Liam stammered, staring somewhat
bug-eyed at the man in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Then let’s get a move on.” Emerson turned away to hid
the smile materializing on his handsome face. He hadn’t meant to alarm Liam.
His goal had merely been to re-establish who was in charge. He had a feeling
this would prove to be an on-going task until each of them became reconciled to
their places within their newly forming relationship.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">An hour later, Liam led the way around to the less
savoury side of the train station, down an alley and past the dumpsters. Taking
out his key, he opened a weather-beaten wooden door and stepped back to bid his
Master enter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson glanced around, far from pleased with what he
saw. Although tidy and smelling quite a bit better inside than out, it could
only be described as nothing more than a hole in the wall. Little wonder the
employees never used it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The place boasted a well-worn carpet of
indistinguishable colour, walls with paint peeling and a blind on the small
window that definitely needed replacing. Along one wall was a stained futon
with a sleeping bag rolled up on one end of it. Another wall housed what he
guessed was a make-shift kitchen. A beat-up toaster and electric kettle sat on
the table and above it the shelves held several mismatched dishes, bowls, mugs
and cutlery. ‘Probably someone’s cast-offs,’ Emerson muttered to himself and
shook his head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">There was what must have been a hotel kitchenette unit
at one time gracing a third wall. It appeared well-used, the little sink and
two stove elements that had obviously been scrubbed as clean as one could
possibly get them. Opening the door to the small fridge, Emerson saw that it
was fairly well-stocked with perishables. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">‘At least the kid eats reasonably well,’ the older man
thought, shutting the door and glancing around to see a door in the far corner
that he assumed lead to the bathroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“This is the only place I’ve ever felt safe in, Master,”
Liam quietly spoke from somewhere behind him. “But it got very lonely at
times.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson turned to find his new slave packing a laptop
into a backpack. He watched as a few articles of clothing and personal items
were stuffed in. It saddened him to think of the kid having ever called this
home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Grabbing up a box from under the table, Emerson began
packing it with unopened containers of food. “What would you like done with
this, Liam?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“If you do not have a need for them, they can be
dropped off at the food bank. That is if it is okay with you, Master.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I think it’s a great idea. Now if you’ve got all you
want from here, let’s get going.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The two men took a final look around, both with a
multitude of varying thoughts running through their heads. A new life was about
to commence for each of them as individuals and as a Master/slave couple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">After dropping off the food, Emerson took Liam
shopping. He’d gotten a glimpse of the few clean but worn articles of clothing
the younger man had packed and knew none were acceptable for any slave of his. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam had never been in stores of such high quality
before. The choices and the richness of the fabrics had him wanting to see and
touch everything. He didn’t realize at first that this shopping trip was to
completely outfit him. It wasn’t until he was taken into an elite men’s store
and told he was to be measured for a dress suit that it hit him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He opened his mouth to object. But before he could
utter a word, Emerson leaned closer and softly growled in his ear, “My Slave.”
It effectively reminded Liam of his new station in life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Next came new shoes and outdoor wear, followed by
several pair of casual pants and jeans. Added to the growing pile were a number
of shirts of various styles and colours. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam wondered where he was going to put it all when
they got back to his Master’s apartment. Maybe he was going to be put in the
second bedroom…or even moved to the second floor where there was a double door
leading to who knew where. He had been taken on a brief tour of his new home
but had not yet seen the upstairs. The main floor consisted of a large sunken
living room, a dining room big enough to seat twelve, a very modern kitchen
with every stainless-steel appliance imaginable, a comfy-looking study smelling
of cigars and leather, a humongous Master bedroom and en suite, a welcoming
guest bedroom with its own bathroom and an extra lavatory in the hall for
visitors; all and all, very spacious and airy while at the same time rather
homey and lived-in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It would now be Liam’s responsibility to care for it
as he’d been informed that the cleaning service his Master had previous been
using had been let go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">As it ended up, most of Liam’s new clothing was hung
alongside his Master’s in the large walk-in closet and he was given a couple of
drawers for smaller articles. He was obviously meant to share his Master’s
bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It was while Liam was putting his new belongs in their
proper place that Emerson decided it was time to pay a visit to the other
couple who lived in the building. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Okay, Em, what’s this private confab about?” Flynn
inquired as soon as the three men were seated in the club’s office. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson smiled at his friend’s feigned impatience.
“You both remember Liam, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“The kid who used to come in regularly and park
himself at the end of the bar, nurse a beer all evening and then leave without
saying a word to anyone. Is that who you’re talking about?” Ned finished the response
with a question of his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson nodded. “That’s the one. I just want to let
you know he’s mine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“He’s your what?” Flynn’s curiosity got the better of
him. Ned just stared in disbelief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Well now, that’s the tricky part. Liam considers
himself my slave, so I guess that makes me his Master; at least in his eyes.
Doesn’t really matter to me what terms are used, I am only interested in keeping
him safe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Of course,” Flynn commented, not completely
swallowing that last line. He sat back in his chair and smiled knowingly at his
long-time friend, remembering that the kid was very easy on the eyes. ‘About
time he got himself a special someone,’ he thought, pleased with this
unexpected turn of events.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“No shit!” Ned exclaimed, finally finding his voice.
“Does that mean he’s gonna play? What kind of scene does he like? He always
seemed afraid of his own shadow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“We won’t be playing, Ned. What goes on here holds
absolutely no appeal to him. He’s now wearing my collar, so when he’s in the
club no one will approach him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“It would quickly get around that he was your boy
anyway, Em. No one would dare make a move towards him,” Flynn observed, still
mulling over the idea of Emerson having a partner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I wasn't willing to take a chance,” Emerson insisted.
“We have new players dropping in all the time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Yeah, and his reaction to anyone even coming near him
in the past is anything to go on,” Ned paused and shook his head. “God, I
thought the kid would shit his pants the time Nelson spoke to him. I never did
understand why he came around when he was obviously out of his element.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I think he was
more afraid of himself,” Emerson explained. “I strongly believe he found
himself in a bad situation a while back and was being over-cautious in his
search for wherever it was he belonged.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“But didn’t you have a thorough background check done
on him?” Flynn asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Yes, Brandon did it for me. But there was a period of
time missing. It was like he fell off the planet for about a year and a half.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Maybe he was taken by aliens.” Ned made eerie noises
associated with the paranormal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Flynn reached over and gave his sub’s knee a shake.
“Stay focused, boy. Unless you want to work your shift wishing it was just in
an apron because your butt will be too sore to have more than air brushing
against it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Just an apron, huh? Promise?” Ned’s eyes sparkled as
a picture formed in his head. “And a red hot set of buns.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Both Dom’s rolled their eyes. “Your boy’s
incorrigible, Flynn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Don’t I know it,” groused the older man, feigning a
long-suffering sigh. “But getting back to the topic; I take it that it’s during
this missing period of time you figure something unpleasant happened. Have you
asked Liam about it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“No, and I don’t intend to ask him; at least not just
yet. I’m waiting it out and hoping he’ll eventually tell me in his own good
time. I want the trust between us to strengthen first and I don’t think my
getting too pushy will help the process. I’d appreciate it if no one else
brought up the subject to him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Both Doms turned to look meaningfully at Ned. “Hey,”
he cried and threw up his hands. “I won’t say a word. When would I get the
chance anyway? It’s not as if we hang around or anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Actually, you will be spending time together,”
Emerson informed him. “I plan to have him working in the club part-time. Only
the slowest shifts to begin with, but I’d like you to kind of take him under
your wing, Ned. That is if it’s all right with the two of you.” He glanced back
and forth between the two other men.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Works for me!” Ned assured him while Flynn nodded his
agreement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Later that evening, Liam was taught an important part
of what would become his hygiene routine. If he had thought last night’s very
personal inspection was embarrassing, it was nothing compared to being shown
how to use the special attachment on the shower. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“You will keep yourself clean and ready for my use at
all times, Slave,” Emerson had instructed, getting a wide-eyed nod in response
from a badly blushing young man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">But it all became worthwhile when his Master
introduced him to the pleasures of sex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">As soon as Emerson had his slave on the bed, he began
fondling him and moments later he lowered his head to fill his mouth with
Liam’s hardening dick. Determined to make this initial experience as satisfying
as possible, he sucked for a minute or two before changing course and licking
Liam’s balls. He took them one at a time into his mouth, sucking seductively
while using his lubed fingers to prepare his slave for penetration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The sounds escaping Liam’s lips grew louder, letting
his Master know the attention was driving him to the breaking point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">After slipping on a condom and lubing his own pulsing
shaft, Emerson placed Liam’s legs on his shoulders and steadily pressed his way
inward, all the while whispering words of encouragement interspersed with
orders to relax. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Once fully inside, Emerson paused to allow Liam time to
get use to the fullness and for the initial pain to subside. Then the rhythmic
movement began and it blew Liam away. The younger man had no idea it would be this
electrifying and was totally unprepared for the feelings overwhelming him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Unable to hold back, Liam began pleading for his
Master to go faster. The sexual excitement was beyond his imagination as he
locked eyes with his Master, becoming more enthralled as the thrusting grew
more intense. His erection was throbbing, but his hand was slapped away when he
tried to masturbate. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Seconds later he felt a large hand
grab the bottom of his shaft and move upward.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Another few moments and both men were shouting out at the
force of the orgasm that rolled over each of them. Liam’s legs dropped to the
bed and Emerson reluctantly moved to stretch out beside him. They lay there
panting for several moments before Emerson removed the condom and turned over
to spoon behind his well-sated slave. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He chuckled when he heard his slave’s sleepily slurred,
“That was absolutely mind-blowing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">*******************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The two men continued getting to know each other over
the next few weeks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson discovered that aside from being socially
awkward, his slave was somewhat obsessive compulsive. He cleaned everything in
sight, including things most people wouldn’t even consider. Self-motivated,
with little leniency for his own failure, Liam liked order. He excelled at
routines and revelled in the safety net provided by rules. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">To help combat his slave’s social unease, Emerson had
him work with Ned during a couple of predictably slow afternoon shifts at the
club each week. Although Liam did mostly clean-up, he was learning to deal with
people a bit better and getting more comfortable doing so. He was also
developing a tolerance for the activities that took place there, even though
they were few and far between during the times Liam was in the club.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson soon realized that Liam had an innate desire
for privacy and for having some control over his own environment. For example,
there was still that missing period of Liam’s life unaccounted for but Emerson
wasn’t yet ready to push in order to have his questions answered. As long as
Liam’s need for a little control didn’t interfere with Emerson’s role as his Master,
then there shouldn’t be a problem. However, these issues would be dealt with
when and if the need arose. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam learned his Master was a man of great patience.
His Master had unwearyingly put up with his inadequacies. And true to the older
man’s word, Liam had never been chastised for making an honest mistake. He’d
never once been punished for unknowingly committing what some might consider a wrongdoing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">His Master strived daily to keep the lines of
communication open and as free as humanly possible of misunderstandings that
can plague many a relationship. The older man would carefully explain the
different perceptions some might form over any particular issue. He made clear
the difference between making a mistake and deliberately ignoring a rule. The
first was, more often than not, easily forgivable. The second was also
forgivable, but with a price to pay.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">As they settled into a routine of sorts, Liam was
surprised to find himself with more liberty to accomplish his everyday tasks
that he had originally assumed he would have. He had been given carte blanche
when it came to preparing meals and the purchasing of the items he needed to do
so. His master explained that it would be the surest way for his slave to learn
how best to serve him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The young slave carefully documented his Master’s
preferences and made special note of the things his Master disliked. For
instance, Liam quickly picked up on one of his Master’s quirks the very first
time he washed the man in the shower. His master hated having the soles of his
feet touched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He also discovered his Master did not like garlic. Although
the older man would put up with a bit of the pungent seasoning if eating out, he
could not tolerate the smell of it in his own home; or in the building for that
matter. He had even requested that Flynn and Ned not cook with it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Another thing Liam was pleased to find out was that his
Master made it a point to keep him informed of his arrival times so meals could
be served promptly and while still hot. If his Master was going to be
unavoidably detained, he would call his slave and let him know. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">While things seemed to be working out rather well for
the most part, both men realized there was bound to be a glitch at some time. Due
to his Master not being overly concerned about it happening, Liam tried not worry
about it either. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">It was Liam’s overzealousness that led to his first
encounter with his Master’s tangible displeasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson stood staring at the vast array of paper
products and dry goods spread over every available square inch of the kitchen.
He’d already had to pass several large items on his way down the hall and was
more than curious about where it had all come from. And, more importantly, why
it was here? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Slave!” he hollered, zeroing in on whom he was fast
beginning to hold responsible for these occurring disturbances to his once
peaceful existence. “Why?” he demanded, waving his arm at the disarray as soon
as the young man he’d summoned put in an appearance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam blinked as if trying to comprehend his Master’s
apparent disapproval.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson frowned when he saw the dishevelled look of
the younger man. Liam’s hair was tousled, his clothing untidy and his face
dirty. “Just what have you been up to?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I am trying to store all these sale items, Master, by
rearranging the cubby hole under the staircase. I had the opportunity to visit
Costco with Ned and discovered how reasonable things are there. Of course to
make it worthwhile, one has to purchase in bulk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson groaned. He’d assigned the task of household
purchases to his slave, failing to take into account Liam’s years of scrounging.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Getting the lad to understand that there
was no need to continue his habitual frugal lifestyle was proving to be an
uphill battle. He didn’t want to discourage his slave, but at the same time
knew this habit couldn’t persist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">‘Time to lay down the law once and for all,’ Emerson decided
as he took Liam’s hand and towed him into his study. “Sit!” he ordered,
pointing to the floor and taking a seat himself. “This bulk-buying is about to
come to a screeching halt, my boy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“But, Master, I am just trying to save money,” Liam
insisted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“But there is no need, Slave. You’d be best busying
yourself with other issues.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Are there areas I am failing to please you in, Master?”
Liam worried this might be the case and wondered just how long his Master would
put up with his shortcomings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Other than this one? No. Over the past month you’ve
quickly picked up on many of my preferences. My home is immaculate, my clothing
kept clean and ready to wear at any time, and meals are served in a timely
fashion and are always delicious. In those areas, a Master could not ask for
more from his slave. However, this practice of cost-cutting is unacceptable and
totally unwarranted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam sat back on his heels and hung his head. “I am
sorry, Master,” he downheartedly murmured. He wanted so badly to please this
man. “I know you told me just last week not to do it, but when I saw all the
sales I couldn’t seem to help myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Then should the problem arise in the future, I will
be the one ‘helping’ you overcome it,” Emerson resolutely prophesied. “Meanwhile,
today’s purchases will be returned before the store closes and we will once
again go over the household budget. You will also be writing out that list of
retailers you’ve been told to shop at, two hundred times.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson smiled when he saw Liam examining his hand as
if wondering just how much it would hurt after all that writing. “If this
happens again, Slave, it will not be your hand hurting,” he sternly declared.
“You needn’t look surprised. I made it clear right from the start that I wasn’t
opposed to spanking you should the need arise. In fact, to be perfectly honest,
while I don’t look forward to causing you pain I’m rather intrigue by the
thought of you laying face-down over my lap squirming to get away from my hand
that will be turning that bubble butt of yours a bright red.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam gulped at the implications of that promise, and
vowed to himself that it would never happen if he could at all help it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Reaching over to caress his slave’s hair, Emerson
kindly added. “We are both on a learning curve, Liam. Neither of us is perfect
and never will be. We can only learn to do our best. But trust me, we’ll ultimately
get where we both want to be. It just may take a while.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam did trust his Master; enough to have hope for
their future together. Having learned a lot since moving into his Master’s home,
he was slowly starting to become less apprehensive about the choice he had made
to become a slave in the first place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">There remained only one major concern looming before
him. His Master had made it clear that he would soon be expected to accompany
the older man to some of the events held in the club. Liam was definitely not
looking forward to doing that. To date he had only been in the club a few
times. The first time was to be introduced as his Master’s slave to Flynn and
Ned. Other times had been to help Ned set up for the evening’s clientele. And
then there was three days ago when he had assisted with the month-end inventory
tally. Knowing that was about to change this coming weekend had Liam agonizing
over the possible outcome.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Stop fretting, my pet,” Emerson softly instructed,
once again causing the younger man to ponder over his Master’s mind reading
ability.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Saturday evening arrived with a lot less fanfare than
Liam had been expecting. He’d been dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt;
easily fading into the background which is exactly where he preferred to be.
Nothing other than sitting on the floor next to his Master’s chair was expected
on him. He was even permitted to sit with his back to the slightly raised
staging area and his head leaning against his Master’s knee, where it was
rhythmically stroked by his Master’s large hand. The hand kept him grounded and
in due course had him mentally escaping what was going on around him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">That is until he was startled by his Master calling
out and hurriedly getting to his feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Hold on!” Emerson’s raised voice attracted more than
Liam’s attention. The big man strolled over to the St. Andrews’ cross to speak
to the two men having a disagreement. The Dom was shaking his head while the
sub was arguing with him. The reason for the Dom’s hesitation was evident. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“What the hell happened to your back?” Emerson
demanded of the sub standing wide-eyed and staring at him. “Who did this and
how long ago?” The sub’s back was a mass of red abrasions criss-crossing from
side to side and there were several areas where the skin had apparently been broken
but was presently scabbed over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Three nights ago and it was consensual, if that what
you’re on about,” the sub informed him. “It takes a bit of work for me to reach
the high I’m looking for.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Well you won’t be reaching a high this evening in my
club,” Emerson stated, his voice indicating he would not be persuaded to change
his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Then I’ll go somewhere else,” the sub belligerently asserted.
“Where the Doms aren’t so wimpy,” he added, glaring at the other Dom who had
remained silent since Emerson stepped in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Wanting to protect the foolish young man, Emerson thought
up a possible alternative. But he needed some addition information before
presenting his proposal. He invited the sub to join him for a drink, thus
freeing up the stage for others to use. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Once seated at the bar with drinks in hand, Emerson
began asking questions. “What’s your name? How long have you been playing in
the scene? Do you have or want a partner?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“It’s Royce…Royce Christianson. I’m thirty years old
and I’ve been experimenting with BDSM for almost eight years. I do not have a
partner but would certainly consider a partnership if the right guy came
along.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Royce staring directly into his eyes didn’t prevent Emerson’s
built-in BS meter from kicking in. “Care to run that by me again? This time
without the embellishments.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">A long drawn sigh was followed by a meek, “Okay, I’m
twenty five and have only been exploring the scene for a little over a year. My
roommate and I have been visiting clubs,” Royce paused and looked around. “Not
as good as this one though. We bought a few implements and would try things out
at home. But Dan has recently lost interest and so I’ve been scouting out
players on my own. ” Royce went on to name a club he’d frequented that had
Emerson inwardly cringing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Do you know who I am, Royce?” Emerson inquired, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“You’re the owner of the best BDSM club around. And
from what I’ve heard, one of the best dang Doms in the community. It’s why I came
here. It’s been freakin’ hard to find good Doms willing to give me what I need,
and many others either don’t know how to do it or don’t wanna learn.” Royce
sounded a little bitter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“You don’t need it as harsh as you think,” Emerson
insisted. “Besides, as hard looking as he may seem, the Dom you were about to
play with is a stickler for the rules of safety and would never do that kind of
damage to you. What you really need is time to allow your back to properly heal
before you play again. I have an offer to make if you are willing wait it out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Can I hear it before I agree to stop playing for a
while?” Royce glanced longingly at the big man Emerson was referring to. He’d
deliberately chosen him because of his menacing appearance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson pretended not to notice the wistfulness in
Royce’s expression as the young sub’s eyes followed the movements of the big
Dom who had refused to play with him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Initially you have to give your injured back two
weeks to heal. Absolutely no playing or the deal’s off. You return here when
there is not a mark on you and I’ll see to it that you obtain what you’re
looking for; which if I understand you correctly, is a mind-blowing high.”
Emerson waited to see what the response would be. Instead he got another
question. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Royce peeked around the bigger man at the slave still
sitting on the floor where his Master had left him. “What about your boy over
there?” he asked with a smirk. “Your slave might not like the idea of sharing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“First off, it doesn’t involve ‘sharing’. Secondly, my
private life is no concern of yours. Do you want the deal or not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Royce stared open-mouthed at Emerson. ‘What the hell
kind of question is that?’ he speculated. “There’s not a sub in the place who’d
be stupid enough to turn down an offer like that. You bet I’ll be here. Two
weeks from tonight with a completely unblemished back. But can I still hang out
and watch?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Certainly,” Emerson assured the young sub before
returning to his slave who was waiting with a look of interest on his handsome
face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam had watched the exchange and wondered if his Master
would tell him what had been said. But the evening ended without his Master
saying a word and Liam instinctively knew whatever happened, it wouldn’t
involve him. And as curious as he was, he would not bring up the subject to his
Master for fear of annoying the man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He was, however, more than a little disturbed by a feeling
of intense jealousy. Surely he wasn’t disillusioned enough to think their
relationship would last forever or that it was even monogamous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam could easily see his Master finding someone else;
someone smarter, better looking, and more interesting to have around than he
was. After all, his Master was well educated and extremely handsome. He knew a
lot of people, many of whom were the cream of society. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam had only high school and his marks hadn’t been
the best. His background left a lot to be desired. He actually considered
himself nothing more than a gutter rat and it made him wonder what his Master
saw in him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Meanwhile, he’d just have to wait it out. Good thing
he had plenty of practice at waiting and hoping and dreaming; and plenty of
practice at being disappointed. As sad as it made him, he resigned himself to
the fact that what would be, would be and he sure didn’t want to live each day
fearing how things might turn out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">*****************************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Time passed, and Emerson’s offered to Royce was
honoured.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, Royce never did
become a part of their lives in the way Liam had apprehensively envisaged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Instead, Emerson introduced Royce to Nelson. The
attraction was instantaneous, much to the shock of Liam who had always avoided
Nelson as much as possible. Nelson was far from good-looking. In fact he was
downright frightening at times, or so Liam thought. But unknown by many, the
Dom was as good at caring for a Sub as Emerson was. And Royce certainly didn’t
mind this big Dom taking the place of the club’s owner, whom he had originally
anticipated playing with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Both Emerson and Flynn were pleased to see these two
men forming a partnership as they both greatly admired Nelson who was several
years their senior. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Ned and Liam both liked Royce and quickly developed a
friendship with him that was destined to last for years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">As fate would have it, it was a friendship that would
often lead them into trouble.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It also
resulted in Liam’s first experience with discipline at the hands of his Master.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson had been out of town on business for a few
days. He’d left Liam with plenty of odd jobs to keep him busy and a list of
expectations. The most important one being that Liam was not to have anyone in
the apartment while Emerson was away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Friday and Saturday dragged by for Liam and Sunday
threatened to be even worse. One bright spot on the horizon was the club being
closed on Sundays so a more extensive cleaning could be done. Liam always participated
in this clean-up and Royce who took advantage of almost any opportunity to earn
extra money was also on hand to help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam would have given anything to relive yesterday’s
fateful afternoon and evening; even more so in the cold light of day. It was
late Monday afternoon and his Master was due home shortly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I am in so much trouble,” Liam muttered to himself as
he gazed down at the broken heirloom. He hadn’t even had the wherewithal to
clean up the wreckage from last night’s mishap. “I may as well start packing
cause as soon as Master returns, he is going to remove my collar and kick me
out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He steadily slid down the wall, landing on his butt.
He wrapped his arms around his bent legs and laid his head on his knees……and
waited for his Master’s pending arrival.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Time dragged on until he finally heard the key in the
lock. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his Master’s shiny black shoes; shoes
he himself had polished to a mirror shine. He knew he should be greeting the
man but couldn’t bring himself to stand up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Emerson glanced down at his slave and sighed at the
dejected looking figure. Noticing the debris next to the pedestal where an
ancient urn had once sat, he compressed his lips and shook his head. After tossing
his keys on the table and hanging up his coat, he reached down and hauled Liam
to his feet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Look at me, Slave!” he demanded, giving the younger
man a rough shake. “You’re not having a pity party yet. What happened here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“They insisted on coming upstairs with me last night,”
Liam offered by way of explanation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“They who?” Emerson asked before mumbling under his
breath, “as if I wasn’t able to guess.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Ned and Royce. We hung out together after the club was
clean and had a couple of beer. Well, maybe more than a couple. Actually lots
more than a couple.” Liam had never excelled at deceit. “I-I told them I wasn’t
to have anyone in, but they said you probably meant strangers, not practically
family. <span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;">Besides,
Royce had never seen your place before and really wanted to. He practically
begged to come up and I felt mean saying no. But I should have said it. </span>They were so drunk, Master, and kept falling down. I couldn’t run
around and pick them up fast enough.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“And exactly how did this end up broken and by whom?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“By me when I slipped while trying to get Ned out the
door.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Think over the instructions I gave you before I left
on my trip, Liam. What should you have done in order to avoid this fiasco?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I shouldn’t have stayed at the club so long and given
the guys an opportunity to come up here,” Liam reluctantly admitted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Because you were told not to have anyone in the
apartment, isn’t that right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Yes, Master.” Liam looked down at the floor and
fought back tears of regret. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“Come!” Emerson ordered, as he turned and walked down
the hall and into his study. Once there, he sat down on the leather sofa and
beckoned his slave over with a crooking of his finger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He waited until the younger man was within arms’
reached before snagging his wrist, pulling him down across his lap and tugging
down his boxers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Liam immediately began struggling in an attempt to
regain his feet. Try as he might, he was not able to push himself away from a
Master who was much stronger than he was. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">“I’m sorry, Master. I won’t let it happen again,” Liam
frantically apologized.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-size: x-small;">
</span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="color: black;">“</span>I hope that proves to be
true, my little slave.” Emerson ran a comforting hand up and down Liam’s back,
calming him in the process. “But this spanking is for what you’ve already done.”
The older man’s hand landed sharply across the middle of his slave’s bottom,
causing the young man to yelp and buck. <br />
<br />
“Should such a situation arise again, you seek out either Flynn or Nelson. In
other words, you ask for help. Understand?” Emerson lectured as swat after swat
reigned down while Liam tried to wriggle away. A good deal of strength was put into
each spank. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"><br />
“I will! I’ll get help! I promise!” Liam wailed as the spanking continued; his
emotions too intense to endure the punishment stoically. He reached around, but
his attempt to shield his butt was thwarted when his Master’s hand caught his
wrist and held it against his side. At this point, Liam gave up and went limp,
letting his tears fall freely. <br />
<br />
Realizing the young man was at his wit’s end and that it was unlikely the
infraction would be repeated any time soon, Emerson ended the spanking and rested
his throbbing hand on the small of Liam’s back. He rhythmically rubbed in
gentle circles until the sobbing slowed considerably. Then he removed the
boxers hanging on Liam’s left foot before lifting his well-chastened slave onto
his lap and into a bone-crushing embrace. Next he pulled the afghan off the
back of the sofa and draped it over both of them.<br />
<br />
Liam took a deep breath in an effort to gain some control of his emotions and
wiped his face with the heel of his hands. He was surprised to find himself
upright and being consoled by the man who had just punished him. “Th-thank you,
Master,” he unsteadily murmured. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Confused, Emerson frowned
slightly and pulled back to gaze at his slave. “Just what are you thanking me
for, slave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">“For being kind and comforting
me after I’ve disobeyed you.” Liam’s shame was still noticeable in his faintly
spoken words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Emerson chuckled and kissed
Liam’s forehead. “Oh, my precious slave, it is all an essential part of the
process and something both of us are in need of. You need to know you’ve been
forgiven and I need to know that you are not harbouring any resentment towards
me. Reconnection and starting with a clean slate are imperative.” He took
Liam’s arms and raised them up to wrap them around his neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";"><br />
“I could never resent anything you do, Master,” Liam adamantly declared as he
tightened his arms and clung to his Master, allowing the warmth of the bigger
man’s embrace to seep in and soothe away the anguish he’d been feeling since
the disobedience had ensued. “Does this mean you won’t be kicking me out?” he
asked hopefully.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">“That will never come about,
Liam. And I think it is only fair to warn you that I’ll be hard pressed to let
you go should you ever decide you didn’t want to stay. Hope you’re okay with
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">“Oh, I am,” murmured Liam,
totally shocked by his good fortune.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">The two men remained exactly
where they were and silently watched the sunset through the large picture
window on the other side of the room. Each coming to grips with his own
thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New";">Liam was amazed by the
dissimilarity between the punishment he had just undergone and the ones he had
suffered at the hands of another man some while ago. This was well-earned and
reasonable doled out; the others didn’t bear thinking about. He was also
beginning to recognize and accept his growing dependence on this for his future
happiness. He’d never before felt this safe and cared for. Would he ever be
able to survive if it was taken from him? He earnestly hoped he’d never have to
find out, because he knew to the depth of his soul that this was where he
belonged.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">He also knew he was of
falling deeply in love with his Master; a man who had the capability of
completely destroying him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">Deep in his own thoughts, Emerson was blown away by the
rapidly building trust being granted him by this wonderful young man and slowly
become conscious of his own strengthening conviction that he was falling in
love with his slave; a man who now held the power to emotionally destroy him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;">The End</span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-CA;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-78094469246211477052011-12-05T07:41:00.001-08:002013-11-04T07:47:27.441-08:00Holiday Guests<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Thanks to Sean, Mike and Jodie for their help and encouragement. <br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><br />
Liam quickly climbed the stairs leading to the rear of his master's apartment.
By his calculations, he was behind schedule and still had one or two dinner
preparations to finish before guests arrived. His arms were loaded down with as
much as was humanly possible for one man to carry.<br />
<br />
Of course, it was partially his master's fault that he was running somewhat
late. Liam had been told to take his time and enjoy the Christmas sights on his
way home. The fresh fallen snow made that easy. Besides, the throngs of
shoppers jamming the sidewalks would have made rushing all but impossible.<br />
<br />
Liam had spent several long minutes gazing at the wonders in the large display
windows of the local 5-and-10 cent store. A replica of what many would consider
the North Pole, complete with reindeer, sleigh, elves, and snowmen, took up
most the space; but not enough to exclude Santa and a large pile of toys to delight
the children as they walked by. `Santa Claus Is Coming to Town' blasted from
speakers hanging overhead. But it was the model train that kept him enthralled
and ate up most of his free time. <br />
<br />
Although he had enjoyed this time on his own, Liam had also missed the presence
of his beloved master. Ever since Emerson had learned that his slave had never
been picked up at school by a parent like his fellow classmates had, the older
man had made it a point to be waiting outside the school Liam attend three
afternoons a week. Today, however, had been one of those rare occasions when
Emerson had to be elsewhere.<br />
<br />
As he reached the back door and was fumbling for his key, Liam once again
wondered if this special season was celebrated in any way by his master. The
big day was less than a week away and the man had not said anything on the
subject and as much as he would have liked to know, Liam hadn't felt it was his
place to ask. <br />
<br />
Expecting to enter an empty apartment, he was surprised to hear music coming
from the living room. After hanging up his coat and stepping out of his boots,
he left his bags on the kitchen counter and headed toward the joyous strains
with a smile on his face. <br />
<br />
He came to a halt in the entranceway to the main room and stared in amazement
at the wonder standing in the corner. He was drawn to it like a magnet; his
young face lit up, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.<br />
<br />
A tall man stood there watching a play of emotions moving across his slave's
beautiful countenance that rivalled the beauty of the decorated tree. <br />
<br />
"So this is what kept you busy this afternoon." Liam sent a mock
glare at his master.<br />
<br />
"I wanted to surprise you and it seems I succeeded, didn't I?"<br />
<br />
Liam nodded. "Does this mean that Christmas comes to your home,
Master?" he whispered, scarcely daring to hope. <br />
<br />
"But of course, Liam. Why would you think otherwise?"<br />
<br />
Liam shrugged uncomfortably. "I've just never lived in a home that
Christmas came to," he answered, not really wanting to explain further.
"Maybe I shouldn't even be here for yours as I've been told I ruin things
for people."<br />
<br />
"That could never be the truth here. It is your absence that would spoil
the festivities. After all, who else is there to prepare my turkey dinner with
all the trimmings?" Emerson teased. He was totally unaware of his slave
putting a completely different spin on the query.<br />
<br />
"Of course; I understand, Master." Liam's shoulders slumped as he
took one last look at the tree. Then he straightened up and put on a brave
front. "Speaking of dinners, I better get back to finishing off tonight's
if it is going to be ready by the time your guests arrive."<br />
<br />
"My slave, you've been so taken with the tree you haven't noticed my
guests are here." Emerson smiled and indicated the two men sitting on the
sofa behind them with a nod of his head in their direction. "They arrived
a little earlier than planned."<br />
<br />
Liam's stomach plummeted when he saw who was sitting there and he began to feel
a little nauseous. His expression of shock was mirrored by those of his
master's two guests. "I-I better get to work," he stammered and made
a bee-line for the kitchen, an area he considered a sanctuary. <br />
<br />
Emerson caught the exchange and instantly felt a sense of disquiet. For just a
moment, he speculated on what possible connection Liam had to Luther and Miles;
as there certainly appeared to be one. <br />
<br />
"Why is he here?" Luther demanded, getting to his feet at the same
time as he swatted away his partner's hand. <br />
<br />
Emerson's frown deepened. "I'm quite sure I mentioned having a companion,
Luther. But right now, I’d like to know just who you think Liam is."
Emerson worked at keeping his voice cordial. Although, he had never cared much
for Luther, the man was presently his guest. More important, he was Miles'
life-partner and Dom. And it was mostly for Miles sake, that Emerson succeeded
in making the supreme effort needed to tolerate the man.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry," Luther apologized, retaking his seat beside Miles.
"I was just so surprised at seeing him again after all this time. And
living with a Dom would have been the last place I'd ever expect to find
him."<br />
<br />
Liam griped the edges of the sink so tightly his knuckles turned white. He
closed his eyes and gasped for breath. Even Cassie jumping onto the counter and
running her rough pink tongue over his cheek failed to comfort him. What were
they saying to his master? Were they telling him he was a liar and thief? Would
his master believe them? He tried to remember what his master had told him
about his guests and realized no names had been mentioned. The only info Liam
had been given was that one of them had once been a sub for his master.
However, that part of their relationship had been short-lived because the sub
had wanted to play heavier than his master had. But their friendship had
continued.<br />
<br />
He felt the tears burning behind his eyelids and drew in one final deep
cleansing breath. `Just keep busy and put it out of your mind,' he
admonished himself. `It is out of your control.'<br />
<br />
Filling a large pot with water, he placed it on the burner to boil. Then he set
about putting his purchases away before setting the table in the dining room. <br />
<br />
Several minutes later, he surveyed his work and heaved a sigh of satisfaction
at having perfectly set out service for three, with napkins professionally
folded and white wine chilling in the ice bucket.<br />
<br />
Back in the kitchen, he dropped the fettuccini in the boiling water and turned
the heat on low under the pan of homemade, garlic-free Alfredo sauce. He sprinkled shredded cheese over slices of Italian bread and popped the tray in the oven to brown
while he tore up the romaine lettuce and tossed it into a large bowl. He added
bacon bits, croutons, freshly grated parmesan cheese and his own secret Caesar
salad dressing, again sans garlic.<br />
<br />
When all was ready, he walked over to the living room and announced,
"Dinner is served, Master." <br />
<br />
Emerson was not surprised by there being one place missing at the table. His
slave seldom ate with him when guests were present. He nodded with pride when
he saw the meticulous care that had been taken in the preparation of this meal.
He just dared anyone to make a negative comment as he'd have enjoyed clipping
whoever said anything inappropriate across the back of the head. Luther had
already made several derogatory remarks about Liam, and Emerson was getting fed
up.<br />
<br />
"Go ahead, gentlemen; help yourselves. I just want to go check on my
boy." <br />
<br />
He found Liam standing at the kitchen sink apparently trying to wear through
the bottom of a pot with the aid of a stainless-steel scrubbing pad. There was
an extra dinner plate on the counter with what Emerson considered an
insufficient amount of food on it; but he was willing to let the issue of
quantity go. That would be the only leeway given.<br />
<br />
Reaching around Liam, Emerson pulled his slave away from the task at hand.
"I want your word that you will stop what you're doing and eat this meal
you've put aside." <br />
<br />
"I am not hungry, Master. May I eat it later?"<br />
<br />
"No! It's now or you will kneel beside me while I eat and I will feed
you."<br />
<br />
That startled Liam. As a rule, he enjoyed the intimacy of being fed by his
master as it made him feel cared for. However, it had always been something
they did privately.<br />
<br />
"You have my promise, Master." Liam submissively bowed his head. He
felt a hand lightly caressing his hair and knew he had the older man's
approval.<br />
<br />
An hour passed and three satisfied men pushed back from the table to loosen
their belts.<br />
<br />
"My compliments to the chef," Miles generously offered. "That
dessert was to die for!"<br />
<br />
"Thank you. Liam will be pleased to hear that." Emerson smiled at his
old friend. "Is anyone up for a brandy in the living room?" He had
two takers.<br />
<br />
*****************************<br />
<br />
Liam spent the better part of the evening puttering around the kitchen and had
just put the last plate in the cupboard when the summons came. He had been both
expecting and dreading it, all the while wondering if he'd be asked for his
side of the events leading up to his impromptu departed from Luther and Miles'
home. His master's guests were in their room settling down for the night, so
Liam locked up and turned out the lights as he slowly walked to where he knew
his master was waiting.<br />
<br />
He found Emerson sitting on the long ottoman at the foot of the oversized
sleigh-bed in the master bedroom. No instructions were needed as Liam silently
removed and folded his clothing before kneeling naked in front of the older man
and placing his forehead against his master's knee. <br />
<br />
He wasn't surprised to hear the deep voice softy speaking above his head, but
the first question caught him off guard. He had expected the third degree about
his stay with Luther and Miles; instead he was asked why he had never lived in
a place where Christmas was celebrated. <br />
<br />
Emerson patiently carded his long fingers through his slave's hair, generously
giving him time to respond.<br />
<br />
"Gordon and Marion never made a fuss over traditions like Christmas,
birthdays and such," Liam began with a slight shrug. He glanced up in
order to philosophically emphasize, "I may not have had an ideal
childhood, but I am sure many others had it worse." <br />
<br />
Emerson already knew his slave was referring to the couple who had been his
legal-guardians and he gritted his teeth. Liam had no extended family and in
Emerson's opinion, Liam's immediate family had always left a lot to be desired.
Liam had not had contact with them in over five years and Emerson considered it
a blessing in disguise.<br />
<br />
"Do you have any memories at all of past Christmases?"<br />
<br />
Liam sighed as he struggled to answer the question. "It seemed they drank
a little more, I guess. I vaguely remember us going to the country and spending
some of the holidays with friends. One year, there were a couple of little
girls my age visiting. They got stockings."<br />
<br />
"And you didn't?"<br />
<br />
"Nope; cause boys don't get them." Liam's expression clearly showed
his belief in that detail being common knowledge. <br />
<br />
The teeth grinding was beginning to hurt, so Emerson made more of an effort to
relax. <br />
<br />
"Hmm, and of course it stands to reason you had little means of
celebrating when living on the streets or at the train depot." It was a
statement which didn't required confirmation. <br />
<br />
"Well certainly not with a family or a home-type atmosphere," Liam
ruefully admitted. Unable to deal any longer with the mounting tension of
stewing over the impeding drop of the hammer, he shifted anxiously and daringly
broached the subject he feared most. "I didn't break the vase, Master. And
I didn't lie about it either." He hung his head and closed his eyes in a
silent prayer to be believed. <br />
<br />
"I know you didn't, slave. Luther and Miles also know you didn't as at
some point in time someone spoke up in your defense. However, I want your
version of events; how you came to be in their employ and why you left the way
you did." Emerson put a hand under Liam's chin and gently lifted his head.
His kindly smile was rewarded with a sigh of relief and a pair of overly bright
eyes threatening to overflow.<br />
<br />
Liam swallowed and gathered his thoughts. "I was fed up with living on the
streets, so I kept checking the `Help Wanted' wall at the employment office.
Someone was looking for a male housekeeper and I applied. I still don't know
how I even got the job. Luther and I didn't exactly hit it off." Liam
grimaced at the memory of that first meeting, but shook off the negative
feeling it engendered and plunged ahead with his story. <br />
<br />
"I managed to stick it out for a year and a half. Maybe I should say that
the three of us managed to stick it out. It wasn't easy but I was desperate not
to go back on the streets. Plus I think Luther only kept me on because Miles
wanted him to." He paused to see what his master's take was on this so
far. Seeing only encouragement on the other man's face helped him go on.<br />
<br />
"There seemed to be a lot of rules that I'd only find out about after I'd
broken them. Of course I've got to admit that my organizational skills were
somewhat lacking and my ability to cook the gourmet meals Luther expected more
often than not failed to please. Time management threw in a major learning
curve."<br />
<br />
"Tell me, slave; did they discipline you in any way?" Emerson had
little doubt he'd find the answer repugnant but still felt compelled to ask.<br />
<br />
"Only Luther would; at least six hard whacks with his belt, but never with
my pants off. I often got the feeling it was more to relieve his frustration
than to teach me to do my job better. Either way, I put up with it by
convincing myself it was either that or go back to living on the streets."
As usual, Liam tried to shrug it off. His master wasn't able to.<br />
<br />
"Just so you know; I totally disagree with Luther's actions. Tell me what
finally lead up to you leaving so abruptly after putting up with what I
personally consider abuse for that length of time?" Emerson's voice
sounded more formidable than he intended it to.<br />
<br />
Liam blinked, a little hesitant until he realized his master's irritation was
not directed at him. "Christmas was coming again but, like the year
before, not to their house. They went to Luther's sister on Christmas Eve day
and took me with them, which was weird as they had never taken me out with them
before. Man, I soon found out why." Liam slowly shook his head and
compressed his lips in an unusual display of resentment. <br />
<br />
A light tapping of a finger on his forehead had him continuing. "When we
got there I was told to help his sister with dinner and to obey her orders or
there would be trouble. The woman hadn't done a thing. I had to prepare a meal
for twenty people…..from scratch; including dessert. To top it all off, she
told me I wasn't to eat anything as she wasn't accustomed to feeding beggars
off the street like her kind-hearted brother. She really was a little short on
`goodwill to men'. I even had to do the clean up by hand because she said the
dishwasher was broken. Later when the meal was over, I was called into the
living room to gather up the paper and ribbons scatter about after they'd
opened gifts."<br />
<br />
Liam smiled as the only pleasant memory of that miserable day surfaced. "A
sweet little white-haired lady gave me a candy cane and when Luther's sister
took it back saying there wasn't enough for me to have one, the nice lady
secretly gave me a big apple and told me to keep it hidden under my sweater. I
ate it on the drive back to Luther's place."<br />
<br />
The reason behind his slave's earlier reaction when the upcoming preparations
of a turkey dinner with all the trimmings had been mentioned suddenly became
clear to Emerson and saddened him. He made a mental note to see that nothing
even remotely similar ever happened to Liam again.<br />
<br />
"It was some time after we got back to Luther and Miles' house that his
sister called to accuse me of breaking a family heirloom. I tried to tell
Luther I hadn't even seen the vase let alone broken it. He didn't believe me.
He said not owning up to breaking something and offering to replace it amounted
to stealing in his eyes. I had until morning to admit the truth. If I didn't,
he'd strap me for breaking the vase and then cane me for continuing to lie
about it." Liam shuddered at the thought of such a punishment. "I
left shortly after they had retired for the night." <br />
<br />
For several minutes, the men sat in the silence that followed the story telling
envisioning the scene that had never taken place. <br />
<br />
"Are you going to give me back to them, Master?" Liam nervously
inquired; his voice barely above a whisper.<br />
<br />
"Never!" came the unwavering declaration. "It will never happen!
You belong to me and what is mine, I keep!" Strong arms lifted Liam off
the floor and onto his master's lap. "You will remain in my home, in my
arms and in my heart for as long as I draw breath, my slave. Never doubt
that."<br />
<br />
"Thank you, Master." Liam tightly wrapped his arms around Emerson's
neck and hugged him. He enjoyed the feel of his master's embrace for a few
minutes longer before pushing himself upward and turning towards the en suite.
"I'll ready your bath, Master."<br />
<br />
"That won't be necessary tonight, slave. We'll just quickly shower
together and call it a day. I think we can both do with some extra snooze
time."<br />
<br />
A short time later, Liam was sleeping soundly. It had only taken the comfort
offered by his master's large body spooning around him to put him out for the
night.<br />
<br />
Emerson wasn't as lucky. His mind was whirling with all he had learned that
afternoon. Nothing he had heard swayed his impression of Luther for the better.
In fact, it strengthened the negative feeling he held for the man. <br />
<br />
`This may not bode well for us having a smooth holiday experience,' was his
last thought before falling asleep.<br />
<br />
*****************************<br />
<br />
The next two days were busy ones for Liam. The old adage of early to bed and
early to rise only applied in the morning. Remembering all of Luther's
preferences, Liam carried them out to the best of his ability. He put his whole
heart into serving his master's guests because he wanted to avoid bringing
shame to his master's house. <br />
<br />
Added to this extra work was the food preparation for the `Customer
Appreciation' party put on in the club. Liam would do the majority of his
chores when Luther and Miles were out shopping and Emerson was running errands.
<br />
<br />
At the party, he was kept running from one task to another, but actually felt a
sense of reprieve in not having time to socialize. It was during a lull when he
was taking a break from collecting empty glasses and plates, that an
opportunity to learn more about his master's guests unexpectedly presented
itself. <br />
<br />
"So what do you think of Luther and Miles?" Ned questioned, wiping
off the bar while keeping an eye peeled for Flynn. He sure as hell didn't want
to get caught gossiping by his strict Dom. <br />
<br />
"They are my master's guests; what would you have me say?" Liam
quietly responded as he watched the waiters going by with the platters of hors
d'oeuvres and other tasty tidbits.<br />
<br />
"Oh, I don't know. I mean you knew the boss and Miles played together
once. God, they were a lousy match. Then along came Luther and man, was he
harsh. No one liked him; that is no one but the most fool-hardy subs. Give the
man credit though, he never played with a newbie; only well-experienced subs
who knew what they were in for. And he always respected their safe-word. Miles,
on the other hand, was turned on by walking a tightrope. He and Luther really
hit it off and ended up falling in love with each other. Then they up and moved
away. Miles was badly missed; can't say the same for Luther."<br />
<br />
Liam tried to signal that there was a Dom on the prowl, but Ned didn't catch on
until a beefy hand landed painfully on the seat of his pants. <br />
<br />
"We'll be discussing your penchant for nattering on about others later, my
boy!" Flynn growled in his sub's ear, causing a red blush to spread up
Ned's cheeks. The somewhat perturbed Dom poured himself a drink and strolled
over to a couple getting ready to play on the small stage set up in the center
of the room.<br />
<br />
"I am so dead," Ned moaned. To Liam's eyes, the sub didn't appear too
concerned about what was now the inevitable, but then looks could be deceiving.
<br />
<br />
"Are you on bartending duty now, Liam?" someone asked from the other
side of the bar.<br />
<br />
Liam turned and found himself facing Miles. "No, but I can serve you if
you wish."<br />
<br />
"Here, I got it, kid." Ned placed a martini in front of Miles. <br />
<br />
"Is it dry?" Miles inquired.<br />
<br />
"You can blow the dust off it," Ned quipped back at him. He winked at
Liam and walked away to serve someone else.<br />
<br />
"Come down to the end of the bar with me, Liam, where we might find a bit
of privacy to talk," Miles invited, picking up his glass.<br />
<br />
He slowly stirred his drink with his finger and took his time studying Liam. To
give Liam his due, he stood his ground and patiently returned the scrutiny.
Miles smiled and opened the conversation with, "I haven't complimented you
yet on the fine meals you've be providing for us."<br />
<br />
"Are you doing so now?" Liam boldly asked, his eyes twinkling when he
sensed an element of friendship in the other man's approach and relaxed enough
to enjoy the light banter. "Cause if you are, then thank you."<br />
<br />
Miles chuckled at the sassy comeback. `Good for you, kid,' he thought.
"Just tell me to shut up if I'm speaking out of line, Liam, but I'm a
little confused by what I see in your relationship with Emerson. It's very
noticeable that the two of you love each other. It's a given. Heck, I never
thought the big guy would find his one and only and here you are, the first one
to ever wear his collar." Miles reached over to lightly finger the gold
chain. He lifted the delicate lock, turned it over and read the inscription.
"Property of E.J. That's nice; impressive too. It sure wasn't hard to pick
up the signs of a master/slave rapport or the few very subtle hints of a
discipline correlation, but something seems to be missing. Do you two play at
all?" <br />
<br />
Liam stiffened slightly as he tried to determine where the other man was coming
from and why. Seeing only a sincere interest, he chose to answer honestly.
"No, we don't."<br />
<br />
"How come? Man, Emerson is just about the best Dom around; subs would kill
to play with him," Miles enthused. Placing his elbows on the bar and
leaning in closer, he earnestly but unnecessarily spoke in defense of his good
friend. "I'll tell you just how good he was even though I never did figure
out his methods. He'd build the scene ever so slowly and keep you waiting at
the precipice for so long, you'd be begging for release. Then he'd send you flying
like you never flew before. It was amazing. Luther is good, but he doesn't hold
a candle to Emerson."<br />
<br />
"Then why did you give him up for Luther?" Liam didn't stop to think
how incongruous his question may or may not have been.<br />
<br />
"It is other areas in which Luther better meets my needs. I have an
addiction that only he could…hmm, shall we say, alleviate to some extent. I'm a
habitual gambler. I will gamble on anything regardless of how utterly
outlandish it is. Luther was willing to be more than a playmate; he's my
partner, my lover, my Dom and my Top." Miles briefly wondered if the
younger man in front of him even understood the various terminologies. He was
almost surprised by the nod of comprehension. <br />
<br />
"So how come you don't play?" he asked once again, this time hoping
for enlightenment.<br />
<br />
"It's me," Liam reservedly admitted. "The whole BDSM scene turns
me off…big time." <br />
<br />
"That's a bummer," Miles muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Have you ever seen Emerson's private play room? It has the most amazing
variety of implements and only a chosen few ever get to play there."<br />
<br />
"I know of its existence. I've never been in it as the loft is the one
area of the apartment I've been forbidden to enter. Lately my master has even
kept it locked."<br />
<br />
"God, if I were you, I'd be begging access" Miles was still having
trouble understanding how this relationship could possibly work. He began to
question its longevity and that made him feel a little sad. He loved Emerson
and wanted him to be happy but it wasn't his place to `fix things'. "Oh
well," he stoically shrugged his shoulders, "to each his own." <br />
<br />
"Yeah, guess so. On that note, I better get back to work before I lose my
job as a busboy." <br />
<br />
Miles thoughtfully watched Liam gracefully walk away. Spotting Luther sitting next
to Emerson, he decided it was time to join his partner and relieve Emerson of
the tedious responsibility of conversing with someone he really didn't care
for. Although truth be told, Miles' admiration for both his Dom and their host
grew at the honest attempt both men were making to tolerate each other. They
were so different; Luther with his rough exterior and uncouth mannerisms, while
Emerson was strikingly handsome and a well-educated sophisticated man about
town.<br />
<br />
Requesting three more drinks, Miles headed towards the large armchairs where
Luther and Emerson were struggling to maintain a conversation.<br />
<br />
As was usually the case in events such as this, Emerson had spent the majority
of the evening keeping an unobserved eye on his slave's activities. He was
always mindful of the young man's difficulties in dealing with the activities
taking place so openly.<br />
<br />
Immediately upon spotting his slave's fatigue, Emerson signalled him over to
sit on the floor between his legs. <br />
<br />
Liam instantly obeyed the unspoken directive and gratefully sank down to
tiredly lean his head against his Master's thigh. The hand gently massaging the
nape of his neck helped him focus on something other than the spotlighted
entertainment. Eventually, his eyelids drooped and then finally closed as he
gave up the fight to stay awake. <br />
<br />
*****************************<br />
<br />
Liam woke to find himself warmly wrapped in his Master's embrace and wondering
how he came to be in the large sleigh bed. Not exactly a small man himself,
Liam acknowledged that his master was a great deal taller and much more
muscular than he was. He deduced the older man must have carried him up to the
apartment at some time after the party ended and all guests had returned home.<br />
<br />
The young slave felt a slight thrill at it being Christmas Eve and he was
curious to find out if there would be any special plans for the day. It turned
out nothing overly out of the ordinary took place. Unless of course, one was to
take into account his Master's numerous trips upstairs to the playroom.
Although the unexpected goings-on raised eyebrows, neither Liam nor Miles
chanced to question the man while Luther gave the impression of being
uninterested. <br />
<br />
Liam worked at ignoring his Master's activities because they mirrored those
made a few weeks ago. He had succumbed to his nosiness back then and it had
cost him a trip over his Master's knee. The painful reminder to mind his own
business was made worse by it having been witnessed by Flynn who was helping
Emerson at the time. Liam certainly didn't relish a repeat performance with
Luther and Miles nearby.<br />
<br />
Fortunately, something else drew Liam's attention and that was the increasing
number of gaily wrapped parcels finding their way under the tree. It confused
him as to why it was happening and who all the presents could possibly be for.
He had never before taken part in exchanging gifts with anyone, so naturally
took it for granted than none would be for him.<br />
<br />
He did, however, enjoy his very first experience in the wrapping process. He
helped Miles wrap several and discovered much to his delight a natural ability
to express his creativity with colourful paper and ribbons. <br />
<br />
"Now that's impressive!" Miles commented, his admiration clearly
showing in his voice. "I'm glad I roped you into assisting me as I usually
make a bloody mess of things when left to my own devices. I'm a real menace
with a pair of scissors in my hands." <br />
<br />
Liam blushed at the compliment and tried to hide his embarrassment. "You
finished in here? Can I have the dining room table back so I can serve up
supper?"<br />
<br />
"Sure, kid, go do your thing," Miles teased, easily seeing through
the ruse. "I wouldn't want to interfere with you performing your
duties." He left the room with an armful of packages while Liam got rid of
the remaining debris. <br />
<br />
Shortly after the evening meal, Emerson sought out his slave and found him
finishing up in the kitchen. Leaning against the door frame, the older man
savoured the sense of pride he felt in knowing this attractive man belonged to
him.<br />
<br />
"Liam," he softly called, beckoning with his finger when the young
man turned around.<br />
<br />
Gracefully following his Master into the study, Liam was momentarily startled
when he was ordered to strip. But he instantly obeyed and knelt at the signal
to do so. It was a way that Emerson had of maintaining the young man's
undivided attention. <br />
<br />
"For the next twenty-four hours, we will live as equal partners, Liam. We
will put on hold our roles as Master and slave. For that length of time at
least, I will be holding onto this." Long fingers reached out to skillfully
undo the small lock and remove the collar from around the young man's neck.
Seeing the uncertainty in Liam's eyes, prompted Emerson to continue without
allowing his slave time to question him. "It's Christmas, love, and that's
the only explanation I'm giving you. I expect you to relax and enjoy the
old-fashioned evening I have planned. Have faith, Liam." He gently
caressed his slave's face and watched as signs of stress disappear. <br />
<br />
Liam was given a new outfit of clothes closely resembling the top-of the-line
casual wear Emerson wore, only more suitable for a younger man. He grinned as
he ran his hands down his chest and over the front of the silk shirt. It was a
beautiful shade of royal blue and deepened the colour of his eyes. <br />
<br />
"For some reason, I feel different," Liam commented as he slipped on
the expensive new leather shoes.<br />
<br />
"How so?" Emerson asked, inspecting the now fully-dressed man. <br />
<br />
"I'm not sure," Liam shrugged slightly. "More confident, I
think."<br />
<br />
"Well they say clothes make the man and who knows; they just might have
something there." Turning a little serious, Emerson firmly instructed,
"Do not let Luther's being a Dom intimidate you, Liam. You no longer let Flynn
do it." This insecurity issue was a topic they had discussed in the past
and Emerson acknowledged they'd probably be doing so again in the future.
"Now let's get back to our guests and open a bottle of bubbly."<br />
<br />
The evening flew by and surprisingly enough was enjoyed by all. Liam was able
to relax once the Champaign had warmed his stomach. Although he didn't
participate in the singing of carols, he certainly loved listening to them;
especially with Emerson's beautiful baritone voice filling the room. The
roasting of chestnuts was an instant favourite. Liam even grew comfortable with
Emerson helping him serve finger foods and then clean up afterward. <br />
<br />
All too soon for Liam, it was time to call it a day and hit the hay. Emerson
gave Liam a wink when the younger man began to chuckle at the sight of Luther
steering a rather inebriated Miles into the guest room.<br />
<br />
*****************************<br />
<br />
"It is only six a.m. Go back to sleep, Liam!" The muted order was
accompanied by a light swat on his hip. <br />
<br />
An hour later and still unable to fall back asleep, Liam tried again to slip
out from under the older man's arm. A growl had him making hasty excuses.
"I have to pee, and my throat is dry." He silently hurrahed to
himself as the heavy arm lifted and he was set free to begin his day.<br />
<br />
After dressing as quietly as possible, Liam made his way to the kitchen to
begin breakfast. He found Luther already sitting at the table and Cassie lying
on top of the refrigerator glaring down at who she saw as an intruder. She'd
been distinctly unfriendly since the moment she laid eyes on him. <br />
<br />
The older man appeared a little unwell. "I thought I'd get the coffee
started," he explained and actually shuddered at the idea. "But I
think I've succeeded In making homemade bilge water," he griped as he
stood up and tipped his cup into the sink, completely missing the sight of Liam
covering up a bubble of laugher behind the hand over his mouth. <br />
<br />
Luther turned at the unusual sound and came face to face with an expression of
feigned innocent. He scowled suspiciously and walked towards the door.<br />
<br />
"I'll have another pot on in just a few minutes, Luther," Liam
promised and set about rinsing out the coffee maker. <br />
<br />
He had barely placed a cup of fresh brew in front of Luther when Emerson and
Miles entered the room. <br />
<br />
"Coffee only, guys. We've got to see what Santa left, don't we?"
Emerson jovially inquired. <br />
<br />
Luther rolled his eyes, Miles mutter a `you gotta be kidding' and Liam looked
at him in wide-eyed disbelief. Emerson guffawed at all three of them.<br />
<br />
Armed with mugs of hot coffee, they all trouped down the hall and into the
living room where Emerson already had the tree lit up. <br />
<br />
"Now there's an order to all this," the older host announced.
"First off, Liam has a stocking in need of emptying." He passed the
article in question to a somewhat stunned young man. "Go ahead, love. Sit
down on the floor and just dump it out!"<br />
<br />
Liam did as he was told and within moments was gazing at an array of small
packages. Upon opening them, he discovered treat after treat including a
plastic Slinky. He immediately scrambled up to his feet, planning to play with
it and Cassie on the stairs. Emerson brought that scheme to a quick end by
telling him they were just getting started. <br />
<br />
It took well over an hour for everything to be unwrapped, oohed and awed over,
and words of gratitude expressed. <br />
<br />
Liam had trouble believing his good fortune. Besides more new clothing and
several puzzle books from Emerson, he received a set of ten DVDs about trains
from Luther and Miles, them having been told of Liam's love of anything to do
with railways. He also received music lessons from Flynn and Ned. <br />
<br />
"Music lessons?" It was Emerson's turn to look baffled. <br />
<br />
"It says I can choose between instrumental or voice," Liam read off
the card in his hand. "Guess I'll have to check it out after the holidays."<br />
<br />
Emerson's gifts included a bottle of vintage Cognac from Miles, a couple of
antique books from Luther, a box of Cuban cigars from Flynn and some imported
chocolate from Ned. <br />
<br />
Emerson gave Luther and Miles several tickets to sporting events and concerts. <br />
<br />
"All right now," Emerson spoke up to get everyone's attention.
"Next on the agenda is breakfast, then it's off to the playroom for all of
us. Here, Miles, if you and Luther will be so kind as to gather up the debris,
Liam and I will throw together a meal." He handed his guest a large
garbage bag and all but towed Liam away from his new treasures.<br />
<br />
Miles was practically rubbing his hands together in glee. They'd been here five
days without setting a foot in that room and at last the wait was over. Well
that is it would be as soon as they ate. Had he been hungry, he wasn't anymore.
He just wanted to go have some fun. He began stuffing torn paper, ribbons and
bows into the trash bag, assuming the faster they got done here, the closer
they'd be to playing.<br />
<br />
Almost an hour later, Emerson unlocked and threw open the big double doors.
"Ta-da!" he exclaimed as he stood back with his arms opened wide for
the others to enter. <br />
<br />
Liam's eyes lit up at the scene before him while Miles' jaw dropped in
absolute, heartbreaking disappointment. <br />
<br />
Gone were the cupboards and chests that had housed the bondage gear, fetish
clothing, kinky sex toys and restraints among other things that provided so
much pain and pleasure. Gone were the racks on the far wall along with the whips
and paddles that had hung there. Gone were the spanking horse and the large
free-standing cross. Last but not least, gone were the chains and the
magnificent sling; the ceiling now completely bare. <br />
<br />
"What the fuck has happened in here? Is this some kind of a sick joke?
Have you lost your fuckin' mind, Emerson?" Miles couldn't contain his
anger and was getting more worked up with every passing second. He was all but
spitting by the time his Dom hauled him out of the room and down the stairs to their
room. <br />
<br />
Emerson grimaced. He might have known Miles would be upset, but he would never
have expected such a burst of rage. In order to protect Liam from hearing what
was probably going to take place downstairs, he wrapped an arm about Liam's
shoulder and maneuvered him into the large room. Softly closing the door, he
smiled at the younger man's speechlessness. Liam seemed unconscious of the
scene Miles had just carried out. But then, he would also be unaware of the
transformation the room had undergone. <br />
<br />
Sturdy waist-high platforms had been built along three of the walls.
Periodically there were other display areas branching off from the main ones.
But it was the back wall that Liam was drawn to. Here, the raised area had
several levels to it with railroad tracks strategically placed along the flat
intervals. <br />
<br />
There was a train station gracing the center of the platform. All the tracks
were flexible stainless steel. Buildings, people, animals, signals, crossings,
bridges and tunnels were made to scale. Even the beginning of a town and the
surrounding country scene were a flawless match. The most outstanding item was
the train itself. It was a classic American Flyer with smoking engine and over
a dozen cars behind it. <br />
<br />
Liam was enthralled with it all. He didn't know where to look or what to touch
first. He'd loved trains since he was a small boy and this miniature world was
magical to him.<br />
<br />
"I know you've missed working at the station, sweetheart. You miss the
sounds and smells of the trains. I thought this would be a perfect hobby for us
to enjoy together. It`s only just started and will take us years to
complete." Emerson placed a blue and white striped engineer's hat on Liam
head and another one on his own. "If we're going to be railway men, we need
to dress the part, right?" He chuckled when the younger man could only nod
his agreement while looking up to see the peak of his hat. <br />
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and walking a few feet to the part of the platform located directly in front of
the door. He lifted a section of the table and revealed a number of switches
and lights. "Here's a hidden control box. We will eventually run our
entire make-believe world from it." He spent a few minutes showing Liam
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<br />
Then leading Liam to another area, he pointed out lines drawn on the top.
"If we want, there is room for a possible canal in the layout; sometime in
the future of course. And maybe we can consider a roundhouse over there
somewhere."<br />
<br />
"I-I like it….I like all of it." Liam finally broke his silence.
"But I can't buy anything because I don't have any money."<br />
<br />
"We'll be talking about that later, love. I've got something in mind that
you'll probably find rather satisfactory."<br />
<br />
"Okay, I'll leave it in your capable hands. I can't believe you pulled all
this off without me getting the least bit curious. Well, except that one time.
Are there any rules regarding the room?" <br />
<br />
"Only one; under no condition is Cassie to be in here. If she gets in,
your butt will pay the price. Got it?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, I got it." Liam's pout lasted all of ten seconds.<br />
<br />
"Let's go see how our Christmas dinner is coming along. We want everything
ready for when Flynn and Ned arrive."<br />
<br />
They left the room with Liam looking longingly over his shoulder. Miles might
no longer consider it a play room, but Liam certainly did.<br />
<br />
It was a very subdued, red-eyed Miles who tendered his apologies a short time
later while Emerson and Liam were peeling veggies in the kitchen. <br />
<br />
Emerson drew the contrite man into his arms and kissed his forehead.
"Miles honey, all the toys you like are in the new dungeon in the
basement. We only finished building it a couple of days ago. You and Luther are
more than welcome to break it in." Emerson understood his former sub's
let-down as well as his regret at reacting so badly. He glanced over at Luther
who had accompanied his chastened partner. "Why don't the two of you go
play until dinner is ready?" <br />
<br />
"Please say we can, Luther," Miles pleaded. "Guess not all's
lost," he merrily remarked when his wish was granted. <br />
<br />
*****************************<br />
<br />
They were enjoying some privacy time later that evening when Liam was coerced
into voicing his concerns. He was once again kneeling in front of Emerson, both
as naked as the day they were born. <br />
<br />
"I know something is bothering you, Liam, so just save us both a lot of
time and talk to me," Emerson had demanded.<br />
<br />
"I didn't have a single gift to give anyone," Liam whispered, his
head bent so the older man wouldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. "I
know you signed my name with yours to the tags on the presents you distributed,
but that's not the same as giving myself."<br />
<br />
"We're partners, Liam. Although I have to admit I may have handled things
wrong. You don't have funds of your own, that's true, but I should have made
more of an effort to include you in the entire gift giving experience. I'm
sorry for not having done so. I will not make that same mistake next year, I
assure you."<br />
<br />
"But, it is really you I would so much like to have given something
to." Liam looked up and blinked in order to fight back the tears and keep
them from overflowing.<br />
<br />
"My sweet, sweet love; you have given me the gift of yourself since the
moment you became mine." There was a slight catch to Emerson's voice as he
reached out and tenderly caressed his lover's cheek.<br />
<br />
Liam chewed his lower lip until it was gently pulled from between his teeth.
"There is something special I would like to do for you," he softly
intoned. "I'd like to sing if that's all right."<br />
<br />
"Of course you may. I'd love to hear you sing." This came as a
surprise to Emerson as he had no idea Liam was so inclined. That surprise
became a shock when Liam opened his mouth and the most beautiful voice Emerson
had ever heard began to fill the room. He sat perfectly still, stunned by what
he was hearing. His chest tightened as his heart beat faster and his pride in
this young man increased ten-fold, if that was at all possible. <br />
<br />
In the room across the hall, Luther paused in mid-squeeze of Miles shoulders
where he was in the middle of giving his sub a massage. Miles turned and the
two men looked questioningly at each other, their attention completely captured
by the wonderful rendition of `O Holy Night' coming from their hosts' room.<br />
<br />
Emerson was oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as the last note
faded away and silence took its' place. Unable to utter a single word, he
leaned forward and lifted Liam up to thoroughly kiss him and ravish the young
man's mouth.<br />
<br />
"I have never, nor could I ever, receive a more wondrous gift, my love. I
am unable to fully express my profound gratitude. You really blew me away,
sweetheart," Emerson murmured into Liam's hair a few moments later as he
gently rubbed a hand up and down Liam’s bare back. "Thank you, from the
bottom of my heart."<br />
<br />
Liam glowed under the man's praise. "Thank you, Emerson."<br />
<br />
Emerson looked up, pleased to have heard his name on the other man's lips for
the very first time. "We have a decision to make, Liam. Or at least, you
do." He got up to retrieve something from his dresser drawer. Sitting down
again, he continued. "We've behaved as partners for twenty-four hours now
and it is time to see if you want that to remain the status quo or if you want
to return to our former relationship of master and slave. It is your choice,
Liam. We've only lived that lifestyle because it was at your request we do so.
I am giving you a chance to change that. Do you understand why it is entirely up
to you?"<br />
<br />
"I totally understand, Master." <br />
<br />
Emerson read the sincerity in the young man's eyes. It was accompanied by a
touch of pleading. But he'd received his answer and Liam had made his choice
clear in those few words.<br />
<br />
Opening his hand, he held up the gold chain and lock he had removed from his
slave's neck just the day before. They both smiled as Emerson lovingly return
the collar to its rightful place, clicking the lock shut and once again sealing
the covenant they'd made to each other. <br />
<br />
Liam lightly ran his fingers over the prized item. Glancing up, his love for
this man shining in his eyes, he happily informed him that this was the best
Christmas he'd ever had.<br />
<br />
"But do you think maybe I could help decorate the tree next year?" he
asked hopefully.<br />
<br />
"I think I can arrange that," Emerson responded teasingly. <br />
<br />
"And maybe we could have the holidays alone…..you know, just the two of
us?" Liam briefly wondered if he was stepping out of line, but decided he
didn't care. <br />
<br />
"I'm sure I'd also prefer it to be just the two of us, my beautiful little
slave." Emerson would never admit to the feeling of jealousy brought on by
the thought of sharing his slave's attention like he'd had to over the past
several days. He privately vowed never to subject himself to that again. Thank
goodness, their present guests would be gone by next weekend. He just hoped he
could survive until then.<br />
<br />
Getting to his feet and sweeping his slave up into his arms, Emerson tossed him
on the bed. "It's time to send you soaring, slave."<br />
<br />
The End<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">
</span></span>LJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09209660278651151524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064223832681383288.post-43970671064887495712011-06-27T17:25:00.000-07:002017-03-04T09:25:18.204-08:00Searching<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">I’d like to
thank Sean, Mike and Jodie for their help and encouragement. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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</span>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The lone
patron sitting at one end of the bar slowly searched the room and wondered if
tonight would be the night. Nothing indicated that this would be the case and
he despondently returned to toying with the mug in front of him. A deep sadness
filled him and yet he refused to accept the possibility that what he sought may
not be attainable and as a result would forever remain beyond his reach.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">It was quickly closing in on three years since the
young man had figured out what he wanted most in his life and over the past
year and a half he’d been making a point of frequenting clubs similar to this
one, yet his objective continued to elude him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">From the outside this place didn’t appear any
different than many of the other brownstones that lined the street, but inside
an entirely distinct atmosphere prevailed. The smells, the sounds and the dress
of most the regulars bore witness to just what kind of club this was. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">One by one the loner had given up on the other BDSM
establishments, leaving this his last resort.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He withdrew into himself, desperately trying to drown
out the sounds of implements landing on flesh and the moans of either ecstasy
or pain that followed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">As usual,
his being here was drawing curious stares from other patrons and especially
from the bartender; all of which he patently ignored, or at least tried to. He looked
hopefully towards the door when it opened and someone he hadn’t seen before
walked in. It proved to be another disappointment minutes later when the
newcomer turned out to be a sub looking for a little action.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Flynn left
the smoky back room that served as an office and joined his sub behind the bar.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Is your
friend here again tonight?” he inquired as he got himself a beer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Ned rolled
his eyes. “I’ve never considered him anything other than a repeat customer,
Flynn. But seeing as you asked, he’s right there in his usual place.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The older
man glanced to where Ned’s nod indicated. “He’s definitely good looking,” he
casually commented.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Humph, not
that good-looking,” Ned grumbled under his breath, but apparently not low
enough to be completely unheard. “Shit!” he exclaimed as a hard swat landed on
the seat of his jeans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Can the
jealousy, Brat. You know I only have eyes for you.” Flynn chuckled at the
younger man’s expression of feigned exasperation and kissed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Sorry,” was
the softly spoken reply from the chastened man. He sent a crooked grin in his
Dom’s direction before turning back to glance at the object of their
conversation. “Oh-oh, there may be trouble brewing. The kid’s gonna shit his
pants if Nelson talks to him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Flynn also
grimaced when he saw what had attracted his sub’s attention. “Humph, it’s too
late for us to change the course of things now. I’ll stay and keep an eye on
them while you concentrate on your bar duties.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">True, Nelson
was one hell of a hard-looking dude who looked like he’d gone one on one with a
cement truck and lived to talk about it, but he had a good heart. He was an
excellent Dom who handled each and every sub he played with by the rules.
‘Always safe’ was his constant motto.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Flynn shook
his head when he saw the young man shrink back as Nelson drew near. A brief
exchange of words took place before the older man backed off. The younger one
slumped in his seat, his audible sigh of relieve to some extent amusing to
those nearby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I thought
he looked lonely and might want to play,” Nelson explained with a shrug as he settled
on a bar stool across from Flynn. “This ugly mug of mine must have scared him
off.” He smiled self-depreciatingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I doubt
that. No one has ever seen him even talking to anyone, let alone playing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I haven’t
seen him around before.” Nelson placed his empty glass on the bar and indicated
he wanted a refill. “Not that this is one of my usual nights to be here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“According
to Ned he’s been here numerous times, always changing times if something
happens on any particular night to make him more uncomfortable than usual.
Beats me as to why he’s still hanging around, because I really can’t remember
ever seeing anyone as skittish as he is.” Flynn poured Nelson another drink and
watched him saunter off in search of a possible player.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I think
it’s time to update the boss on this latest development.” Flynn leaned in and
whispered for Ned’s ears only. “Be good and we’ll play later.” He was laughing
loudly as he walked away from a sub who was all but purring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">*****************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson quietly sat down. “Mind if I join you?” he
inquired and then had to reach out in order to steady the man he’d
unintentionally startled enough to almost topple off his seat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Sorry about that, my friend.” He bit back a smile
when the young man stared at him suspiciously for a moment before resuming the
job of wiping condensation off the fresh mug of beer in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam shifted
as he tried to understand the puzzling effect the stranger’s sudden appearance
had created. He found it both worrying and reassuring at one time. At least he
wasn’t scary looking like some of the others had been; it was just that his
presence seemed oddly intense. Surprisingly, Liam was not overly frightened by
the power emanating from the bigger man sitting next to him. Still, he felt himself
building a wall of feigned indifference as if he needed its’ protection. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Being as
we’ve never met before, I think your calling me ‘friend’ might be a bit
premature,” was the impolite and uncalled-for retort. Liam briefly wondered
what he was trying to prove. Although instantly attracted to this man, he
seemed hell-bent on shunning him for some inexplicable reason. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson was
torn between the urge to wallop the young man’s backside and an equally strong
desire to kiss the pouty mouth on his attractive face. Instead he offered his
hand. “Point taken. My name is Emerson Mackenzie Jones. I own this
establishment. There are times when I make an effort to meet and greet
non-members such as you and this happens to be one of them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Then I
guess I should consider myself among the more fortunate.” Liam capitulated with
a shy smile and reservedly shook hands. “I’m Liam Jaxon Boyd.” Now that the
intros were over, he figured the questioning would begin and inwardly cringed
at the thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">As the
‘getting-to-know-you’ chit-chat continued somewhat haltingly, Emerson easily
picked up on Liam’s restlessness. Eyes darting about each time another patron
entered, agitation increasing as the large room filled up and the noise level
grew. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Suddenly the
thud of a paddle followed a split-second later by a low moan was heard. Emerson
frowned when he saw the young man shudder and close his eyes, visibly shrinking
into himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Wrapping a
large hand around Liam’s upper arm, Emerson half-lifted, half-pulled him up and
began steering him towards a hallway leading to the back of the premises. “What
say we find ourselves a little privacy?” he suggested and was pleased when Liam
silently complied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Doors
smoothly opened to give them access to an elevator known only to the few who
used it. When the doors opened a second time, Liam found himself being escorted
into a tastefully decorated apartment, down two steps and into a sunken living
room where he was invited to sit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">After
getting comfortable in one of the leather armchairs, Emerson faced his guest
and started what Liam would later term a very polite interrogation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Ned and
Flynn tell me you’ve been visiting my club fairly regularly over the past several
months. They, along with me, are a little confused as to why when you
apparently lack an interest in the activities that take place here. In fact,
you actually seemed frightened by them.” Leaning forward, Emerson astutely
asked, “Just what are you looking for, Liam? I’d really like to help you if at
all possible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam gazed
into the warm eyes of his host. In them he saw only sincerity and an honest,
open desire to assist. But could this man know of anyone who would be willing
to accept him under his conditions and thus culminate his search. After several
long moments of silence, Liam decided to take a chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’m looking
for a Master.” Liam held his breath and waited for the reaction, afraid of the
inevitable disappointment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson
didn’t so much as blink an eye. One would think this was an everyday statement.
“A ‘Master’ usually denotes a Dom/Sub lifestyle, Liam.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“So there probably
isn’t even one man who would consider taking on a slave who has no fascination
at all in physical bondage; who isn’t turned on by pain; who finds no pleasure
in being humiliated?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson sat
back and stroked his chin. Nodding thoughtfully, he concurred, “I guess there
is always someone willing to try something different. But tell me; have you
witness abuse in any properly regulated club such as mine? Have you seen anyone
here being forced to do something they didn’t want to do?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Not at
all!” Liam adamantly declared. “Quite the opposite; in fact, they all seem
perfectly happy doing what they do. It’s just not my thing. None of the scenes hold
pleasure for me, unless cringing, gagging and almost being ill happens to be
the main goal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Then can
you explain a little more clearly exactly what you have in mind, Liam? What are
you hoping to receive from a Master and what do you have to give in return?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam cleared his throat and toyed with a loose button
on his vest. “I’ve been on my own for a long time and it sure isn’t as great as
some might think. It is very lonely and sometimes even a little frightening. I
want to belong to somebody and have somebody belong to me. I’d like a Master I
can serve. A Master with needs I can meet; whose home I can maintain and whose
meals I can prepare. And I want a Master who will like having me around, who
will keep me safe and give me a place to live. Guess I mostly just want to be
wanted,” he finished in a barely audible voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“What if you find someone who is willing to provide
all that but still wants a little BDSM action?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I don’t mind him playing with different subs. But
then that wouldn’t be my call to make, would it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Probably not,” Emerson agreed. “One last question;
would you consider having a mistress as opposed to a master?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam looked taken aback but held his tongue in order
to give the matter some thought. “I guess I would if no sexual service was
required. I’m gay and have no idea how to satisfy a woman in that manner, nor
do I have a desire to learn.” </span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He didn’t admit his uncertainty in regards to his
ability to even sexually please a man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson smiled as he got to his feet. “How about
leaving it with me? I know a lot of people in the community and will discretely
ask around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Realizing the conversation was over; Liam stood up and
began inching his way towards the door. “I’d appreciate that, sir. I don’t want
to impose but I haven’t had any luck at all on my own.” He was disappointed by
what he felt was a premature dismissal. He was getting comfortable and would
have liked to spend more time with this man he felt so drawn to. This was new
to him as he usually found talking to strangers very difficult if not
impossible. On the other hand, he wasn’t too keen on answering any more
personal questions as he’d already answered more than he normally would have. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson saw
his guest out and bade him good night. He pulled out his cell phone and
speed-dialled a friend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hello, Brandon.
I’ve got a big favour to ask of you, so I hope you don’t mind me dropping by
tomorrow evening.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">****************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Come in, come in, my friend,” Brandon
greeted, pulling Emerson in for a hug. “You certainly have my curiosity at an
all-time high.” He released his friend and indicated they go to the kitchen area
while he poured them both a cup of coffee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Then I take
it you want me to get right to the reason for my visit?” the other man teased
before leaning against the counter and turning serious. “Truth be told, I’d
like to know how you and Raven are doing. Folks haven’t seen much of either of
you since Con passed away three months ago.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“We’re
okay,” Brandon nodded as he pushed a mug across to Emerson along with some
cream and sugar. “Of course we had a tough go of it at first, but things are
settling down. We jointly decided upon keeping the same rules in place that Con
and Raven had. I suggested a couple of other areas we could work on and Raven
agreed. Then there was the testing period to go through and somehow both of us managed to survive that, although not completely unscathed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson
chuckled at his friend’s sense of humour. “I’m pretty sure Conrad would be
pleased at your partnership. And just where is your Brat if I may be so bold as
to ask?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“He’s at the
shop with my blessings to work late,” Glancing at the clock on the wall,
Brandon continued. “We have about an hour before he gets home, so start
talking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Okay, don’t
get pushy,” Emerson laughed at Brandon’s impatience. “There’s a young man whose
background I’d like you to check out for me. I’m afraid this is all the
information I have about him and it was like pulling hen’s teeth to get this
little bit.” He passed a sheet of paper over to his friend and waited for
Brandon to read it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“This is it?
Only a name with the date and city of birth? Not a hell of a lot to go on, but
it’s doable. I’ll certainly give it my best shot. I trust you’re not in too big
a hurry for this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’ll implement
as much patience as I can muster; promise. Thanks, Brandon, I really appreciate
this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Mind me
asking what this young man means to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“He’s just a
kid who’s been hanging around the club lately. I asked him why and he told me he
was searching for a Master. Strange thing though, he isn’t at all interested in
the scene.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Let me
guess. You offered to help him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I did, but
think it would be easier to find him a match if I had more information to go
on. He’s somewhat tight-lipped about himself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You’re
usually able to get around that and finagle words out of someone who’s uncommunicative.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“He’s real jumpy
and I didn’t want to push. He is inexperienced and I’m worried about him
settling for someone completely unsuitable. Although I have to admit, he seems
to have exercised a lot of caution up to this point. But one never knows if
desperation will change that”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Gotcha!”
Brandon nodded his understanding. “Well, I’m free for the next three or four
weeks so here’s hoping I can wrap this up for you before I hit the road again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Will you be
traveling alone?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Not this
time. Raven will be accompanying me in the RV. We’ll be leaving as soon as he
finishes the new design he’s been painting on in his spare time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I bet it
will be rather impressive,” Emerson commented. He’d seen some of the young
man’s work and knew Raven was making quite a name for himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Double doors
smoothly slid open and Raven walked into the loft. He smiled shyly at Emerson
as he shirted around him to bury himself in his Top’s welcoming arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You’re home
earlier than expected, babe. You decided to come say hello to Emerson after
all?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Not really.
The job went easier than I thought it would.” Raven would be the last one to
admit the truthfulness of Brandon’s words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Come here,
Raven,” Emerson encouraged. “Give an old family friend a hug.” He was
pleasantly surprised when his requested was fulfilled even if it was with some
hesitancy. It was a marked change in how Raven usually responded to anyone
other than his partner, but Emerson wasn’t about to question it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Another hour
of catching up with each other and Emerson was on his way home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">***************************<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Over the
next few weeks, Emerson saw Liam at least once a week and made it a point to
talk to him. It was mostly through the subtleties of body language and
accidently spoken hints that he learned as much as he did about the young man.
They did discuss Master/slave relationships and what might be expected from
each party involved. It was these conversations that greatly influenced Emerson
in forming more than a passing interest in Liam. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">He also
noticed that Liam continued to rebuff all advances made by other patrons of the
club, regardless of whether they were Doms or subs. But as long as Liam kept
coming around, Emerson assumed he hadn’t found what he was looking for. Of
course, Emerson would be hard-pressed to admit even to himself why he found
that conviction so promising. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Then one
night a month after Emerson had requested his help, Brandon arrived at the
apartment above the club. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“There are
parts of this that you’re not going to like, Emerson,” Brandon warned before
starting his report.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Doesn’t
matter; I need to hear it all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Liam was
born to an unwed mother who haemorrhaged and died in childbirth because she refused
to go to the hospital. He was raised until he was about six years old by his
grandmother, who then passed away. Aside from the house her husband had left
her, the poor old woman didn’t have a lot. She was also burden with a drunkard
for a son who had an equally useless wife. After his grandmother’s death, Liam
was left with his mother’s brother, Gordon, and Gordon’s wife, Marion, who
didn’t really want him. The Boyds had inherited the family home where they had
lived their entire married life. In fact, they are still there. They were both
alcoholics who worked mostly to drink and had relatively little contact with
the boy. To be precise, the kid raised himself. He got up in the morning, ate
whatever he could find, got dressed and went to school all on his own.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Where did
you get this information?” Emerson asked. He had to speak up in order to stop
grinding his teeth. He was already getting pissed off and he hadn’t even heard
the whole story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Mostly from
people still living in the neighbourhood who had little sympathy for the Boyds
but lots for the kid, Liam’s teachers and even from the Boyds themselves.”
Brandon referred to his notes before continuing. “Liam didn’t have a family
life to speak of. They never did anything for the holidays unless you count the
consumption of even more alcohol as a form of celebrating. Neighbours say they
never saw a Christmas tree, pumpkin or any other décor around the place. The
little guy pretty much hung around, scrounging money or food during times he
was unable to find odd jobs. Apparently, he was quite industrious; had a paper
route by the time he was eight, starting cutting grass in summer and shovelling
snow in winter from the time he was big enough to do so; put together a bike
from old parts and was delivering groceries for the corner store by age ten.
The list goes on until he finished high school at seventeen. The Boyds to this
day still claim they took good care of the boy and always took him with them
when they went anywhere overnight. But they readily owned up to the fact that
when they learned of his sexual orientation, they kicked him out. That happened
shortly after he finished school.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Brandon
paused in his narrative and looked pointedly at his friend. “You’re going to
need to see a dentist when we’re through here, Emerson, if you don’t give those
teeth of yours a break.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson’s
only response was to scowl and order Brandon to go on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“According
to those who saw him most, the kid never really participated in sports or
anything. Although a couple of his teachers said he loved music and was good at
imitating any singer he happened to hear. Close neighbours say he was extremely
fond of trains; practically camped out during the summer at the railroad
tracks.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Taking in
Emerson’s sombre expression, Brandon figured he better prepare him. “It doesn’t
get any better, Em.” A dismissive wave of the other man’s hand had him checking
his notes once again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“As near as
I’ve been able to discover, he spent the next couple of years on the street
after the Boyds kicked him out, taking whatever work he could find. Most of that work was in the local soup
kitchen so he could earn a daily meal. Other young men who knew him supported
my findings of him never getting involved with the sex or drug trades. However,
there is approximately a year and a half I cannot account for. When he was nineteen,
he just seems to have vanished. Someone said he’d found another line of work
but was unable to provide details. Then as suddenly as he had disappeared, he
was back. He turned up at the train station one day and has been working there
since. That was over two years ago. Were you aware of him living at the
station?” Brandon looked quizzically at his friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Yeah, he
mentioned that part. Apparently he lives in a small room meant for employees
but is rarely used by anyone else. However, he </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">admits
to finding</span><span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;"> it very
lonely at the best of times.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Humph, now
that’s probably an understatement. From what I’ve observed, he enters and
leaves through the door of an adjacent building very furtively. Makes one
wonder what he’s hiding.” Brandon leaned closer to Emerson’s chair. “You do
know what he is really searching for, don’t you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether he knows it or not, he wants a
life-partner. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God knows he needs one.
Thing is, he doesn’t think he’s worthy of one; hence, his desire to be someone’s
slave instead.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“How did you
figure that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’ve done
profiling, remember? I think it’s one of the reason you wanted me to handle
this investigation.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson
nodded. “Yes. I don’t know what I was expecting to learn, but I had hoped for
something better than this as far as the kid’s upbringing is concerned. He had
a real shit start in life, didn’t he?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“So when are
you going to let him know his life is about to get better?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“What do you
mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Give me a
break, Emerson. It’s obvious you want the kid. It’s just a question of when
you’re gonna own up to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“How can you
be so sure?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Profiler,
remember?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Riiiight!”
Emerson agreed with a crooked grin. “I haven’t told Flynn anything about this.
He was the first one to bring Liam to my attention and I think he expected me
to get rid of the kid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: small;">
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Then I
think Flynn is in for a hell of a shock!” Brandon burst out laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson was
becoming concerned. Since making the major decision to present a plan of action
to Liam, the young man hadn’t been seen. It was the third consecutive week for
a no-show, and it resulted in Emerson deciding to go after him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The train
station was crowded, but not as bad as it would have been had it been the
weekend. Emerson ignored the clusters of people, correctly assuming Liam would
be on his own; as usual finding comfort in being on the sidelines. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Spotting
whom he’d come for, Emerson headed towards the young man pushing a cleaning
cart at the far end of the depot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Liam!” he
exclaimed, grabbing the younger man’s arm and turning him around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam gasped
in surprise. This was the last place he expected to see Emerson. “What are you
doing here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“What do you
think? You haven’t darkened the door of the club in almost a month. I was
getting worried.” Knowing this wasn’t the place for the conversation he wanted
to have, Emerson backed off some. “Look, we need to talk. When will you be free
to come by the club?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I can
finish up here in about half an hour. I guess I can come over then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“My car’s in
the parking lot. I’ll wait for you out front. Forty-five minutes; be there,”
Emerson strongly suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I will.”
Liam took the older man’s sudden appearance as a sign something must have come
up, so true to his word, he showed up as promised. In fact, he was five minutes
early.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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apartment, Emerson settled his large frame into his favourite armchair while
Liam sank down on the ottoman in front of him. The older man liked the idea of
them being within touching distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Not wanting
to waste time with civilities, Emerson chose to get right to the point. “Why
did you stop coming around, Liam?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">The young
man shrugged and looked everywhere but at the man speaking to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’m talking
to you, boy. It’s the reason we’re here, remember?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“After
almost two years of looking, I finally accepted it was a lost cause. I know we
talked each time I came by, but you never said if you were still willing to
help me or not. I just figured you weren’t successful in finding someone for
me.” This explanation was only partially true. The rest was that Liam was
falling hard for the older man and realizing how fruitless it was to hope for a
relationship with Emerson, the young man had turned tail and run rather than
face rejection and inevitable heartache.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’m sorry
it took longer than either of us would have liked. I didn’t want to get your
hopes up before I had the information I needed, only to dash them into the
ground.” Emerson waited until he had his guest’s full attention. He saw the
light of hope in Liam’s eyes and gently smiled. “Yes, I think I have someone
for you to contemplate. However, you must be prepared to make what most would
consider a lot of sacrifices in order for this man to accept you as his slave.
We’ve already discussed a great deal about such a relationship, but are you really
ready for it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“It would
depend on who you have in mind.” Liam felt he would give up breathing for this
man in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he could completely give up his
independence for anyone else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“It’s me.
Liam. I am willing to be your Master. But my expectations are high.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam’s eyes
widened in shock and he had to blink a couple of times in order to fully
comprehend what Emerson had just said. “Can you give me an example?” he barely
managed to get out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I’ll do
better than that. I want no misunderstandings. As my slave, you will belong to
me one hundred percent, twenty-four seven. You will give up your job and move
in here. Your freedom as you now know it will become non-existent. I will
dictate where you go, what you do, what you wear and what you eat. You will
learn to please me, and only me. In return, I will provide you with a home and
all the necessities of life. I will keep you warm, safe and cared for.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Will there
be rules?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Life is
full of rules, Liam. Nature functions according to rules, societies are
governed by rules; without rules there is chaos. You will have little to say
about the rules here and even less about the consequences for breaking them.”
Emerson knew he sounded unbending and maybe even harsh, but he needed to be
sure this was what the boy wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Before I
decide, can I ask what the consequences will be?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You may ask
anything you wish. Please be assured, Liam, you will never be punished for breaking
a rule you knew nothing about. However, once a rule has been firmly established
and is broken, I will employ at least one or two of several penalties. You may
lose privileges; you may be given a writing assignment such as lines or an
essay; or you may be given a time out, possibly served in the corner. If the
infraction warrants it, you will be spanked.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“With a belt or other implements?” he whispered, actually frightened by the
potential answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“Never,
little one. It will be over my knee, administered with my hand only.” Everson
reached out to cup Liam’s chin and rubbed his thumb down the side of his smooth
cheek. He felt the moisture of sweat and continued the soothing motion until
the young man calmed somewhat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I-I think I
can handle that.” Liam was surprised by the level of trust he had in this
larger-than-life alpha male. At five-foot-ten, Liam was not a small man by any
means, but at six feet-four inches, Emerson appeared almost giant-size.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You will
always be free to express an opinion or make a request, Liam. However, you will
never be free to argue with me or contradict me. Do you understand?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Liam nodded, a little wide-eyed but not
overwhelmed by all that had been decreed. Although truth be told, he was having
a little trouble grasping his good fortune in this man actually offering to
take him as his slave.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“You will
need some time to think things over in order not to make a hasty decision you
may come to regret. Once the contract is agreed upon, only going our separate
ways will end it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">“I don’t
need any time. This is what I’ve been looking for.” Liam slid off the ottoman
unto his knees. He gazed directly into Emerson’s eyes and solemnly declared, “I
understand, Master.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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studied the man in front of him and made note of the sincerity in Liam’s voice
and body language. He smiled and reached into his pocket to pull out a small
box. Opening it, he carefully lifted the gold chain that was lying on the blue velvet
lining. There was a miniature padlock hanging on one end of it. Placing the
chain around Liam’s neck, he closed the padlock with a soft click.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he read the engraving aloud, “Property
of E. J.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dropped against his new Master’s knee as he humbly expressed his gratitude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Emerson
gently raised his slave’s head. He caught his breath as he stared into blue
eyes sparkling with unshed tears and gazing back at him. His chest swelled and
he felt a little light-headed with the sudden realization of just how enriched
his life was about to become.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "century gothic" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 14pt;">Both men
acknowledged they had a lot of work ahead of them, but both looked forward to
it as a challenge and hopefully a vast improvement over what they had now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Liam had deliberately set out on his quest, Emerson had been unaware of even
being on one. Yet for better or worse, the quests had brought them together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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