The Handler
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For once, Hadley had all five slaves within the hall. They were eating quietly, steamed vegetables, bread, some cheese, a bit of pickle and a jug of milk to be shared amongst them.
Cade met his gaze, his cheeks turning a dull red as that gaze flittered away. Hadley felt the same warmth curling in his stomach. Fucking Cade had earned little by the way of training the evening past. The emotions of realizing that he was going to be fucked had overwhelmed the boy. The physicality of being with Cade had overwhelmed Hadley.
He would have to correct that forthwith. And then there was the matter of Daniel and Mia, Daniel and Cameron, Daniel…
Hadley focused his attention on Lisbeth, cowering in a corner with her half eaten plate on her lap. Her thin hair fell over her shoulder hiding what was no doubt a censoring expression for Hadley.
Cook trundled in with her squeaky trolley in tow to collect the mealtime dishes. It was time for Hadley to get to work. Ordering each slave into the training room as a whole, he decided that it would not be a learning session at the expense of one for the rest. Instead, he would take on each slave individually starting with Mia, ordering the others to strip, to wait, quietly.
Hadley commanded Mia to remove her tunic, displaying her body with its lush curves and large breasts. With long lengths of hemp rope, he bound Mia. Winding the length of rope over shoulders, across breasts, drawing arms back, sliding the rope between her naked thighs. Drawing a cylindrical bit from one of the chests, he gagged her, her white teeth biting down on the bit. Hadley stepped back, arms crossed, hand on his chin to look over his work. If she moved too much, the friction of rope sliding along her cleft, pressing that tender bit of flesh, it would be maddening.
Daniel was wary as Hadley approached him with rope as well. With diamond shaped openings along his chest, forearms tied to the waist, and rope wrapped along thighs winding about cock and balls, Daniel was in a similar predicament as Mia. Each would bear indentions on their skin, rope marks that would fade slowly. It would be a visible reminder of the lesson to be had.
Then Hadley upped the peril by binding sections of rope between them. If Daniel fought the rope too much, he would add friction to his own cock as well as the rope tightened between Mia’s thighs. He perused another drawer and found a couple of lengths of clamps, their clover design vicious to tender nipples.
Methodically, Hadley clamped both Mia and Daniel’s nipples, Mia giving a muffled groan of pain, while ungagged Daniel yelped. Finally, the clamps were connected by thinner ropes adding more opportunities for pain, to be meted out by the opposite, Daniel to Mia or Mia to Daniel.
Slipping a large ball gag within Daniel’s mouth, Hadley knew he had both of their undivided attentions.
“It seems to me that the two of you secretly enjoy each others company when it is not allowed.” Mia’s eyes widened while Daniel’s green eyes narrowed into slits. “You have each other’s company now, do you not?”
Daniel’s hands went to fists pulling on his bindings, causing his own wince of pain while Mia panted through her nose as the clamps pulled cruelly at her ripe nipples.
Hadley went to the stand in the corner and rinsed his hands in the ewer. Cameron had his arms crossed watching the proceedings calmly. Cade has his head down while Lisbeth face had gone pasty pale.
Cameron and Lisbeth, Hadley bound them separately. Cameron on his knees over a spanking bench and Lisbeth at the table that kept her legs spread obscenely. She glared at him hatefully.
Squeezing her breast, Hadley told her cheerfully, “I will be with you in a moment.”
With the soft hood in his hand, Hadley made sure Cameron understood what was coming.
“I feel like you need some isolation, my belligerent one.” A dark brow quirked up and then Cameron hung his head once more. “You know that I saw you.” The dark head nodded. “You know better.” Another nod as Hadley covered his head with the hood. “Gives you some time to think.”
He found his purchase form the gypsy tent and more rope. Winding the rope about Lisbeth’s hips and thighs, Hadley spoke to her conversationally. “You are a very doted upon pet when your mistress is within the manor. However, she does not take you out and about with her. Have you ever thought on why that might be?” Lisbeth’s lips thinned and tightened into a frown. “You think you have some control over your mistress because of what you have right here?” Hadley cupped his hand over her cunt loosely and watched dispassionately as Lisbeth tried to squirm away from his touch. “This is not yours, it belongs to Lady Barkley.”
Too soon she would learn the true manipulation of being enslaved, Hadley mused, but at the moment it was just young girl foolishness.
“You do not want me touch you? Is it because I am a man? Because I am not your mistress? Too bad, little one.” Hadley wound the gears as tightly as he could. Using the rope, he tied the phallus at the top of Lisbeth’s slit between her thighs. He pulled the pin and watched as the tip of phallus began to vibrate against the sensitive nub of nerves causing Lisbeth to cry out in shock. Squeezing her shoulder, Hadley remarked, “I do not have to use my cock to fuck with you, girl.”
With a bottle of clear oil gathered into his palm, he turned to Cade. “Come with me.”
He drew Cade back into the hall, leaving the others in their individual form of training. Removing his waistcoat and unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs, Hadley regarded Cade. Licking his lips, he commanded quietly despite the sounds of Lisbeth’s sobbing, and those of Daniel and Mia in throes of pain and useless friction, “Come here.”
Cade bit his lip, the cock hanging between narrow thighs filling with blood. Giving Hadley a shy look, the boy answered, “Yes Sir.”
Trying to remain objective to the sway of hips and loose arms, Hadley remembered vividly putting the boy on his face, opening that tight furled hole and sliding his cock within the grip of a body that wanted to resist only to finally submit and open like flower, slender back arching, the curve of buttocks settling against Hadley’s groin.
Cade was only a bit stiff as his hands slid upward across Hadley’s bare chest to rest lightly behind his neck. Cade awkwardly arranged his naked body pliantly against Hadley, his warm breath puffing against his throat. Cupping his cheek, thumb rubbing sharp cheekbone, Hadley covered Cade’s mouth that opened readily without flinching. The boy moaned softly at the tangle of tongues, rolling his hips against Hadley when he palmed Cade’s tight ass.
Licking his lips, Hadley commended, “Better.” Moving his hands downward to cup the boney spurs of hips, Hadley thrust his cock against Cade’s which was standing proudly, erect, full, and dusky pink. Cade responded allowing for each of their cocks to slide slippery between them, clear fluid dampening the thicket of russet curls of Hadley’s groin.
Hadley used his heftier bulk to guide Cade downward onto the boy’s cot, his thigh resting between slender legs. Cade had his arms bound loosely around Hadley’s shoulders, unwittingly continuing to seek friction for his cock against the furrow between hip and thigh.
Sitting up, Hadley took Cade’s hand and coated the narrow fingers liberally with the thin lubricating oil. At the confused look in pale eyes, Hadley explained, “Get on your knees with your back to me. I want to watch you open yourself for my cock. You do not need to lull yourself into thinking your Master will do all the work. Best learn now or run the risk of being fucked dry.”
The blunt words cooled Hadley’s ardor somewhat and Cade’s as well. The boy was not very graceful as he turned to kneel up, back to Hadley. Fingers groped, pulling aside buttocks, hesitating at the reddened opening, only slightly swollen from Hadley’s fucking the previous evening. Cade slid one finger within his body and then two. Hadley stopped him once to recoat his fingers with oil. With the small opening was glistening with oil and two fingers moved with little resistance, he stopped the Cade with a hand to his wrist.
Hadley opened his trousers and palmed his cock and balls loosely, instructing, “Now you want to oil my cock as well.”
Cade turned to obey; his cheeks flushed dark red, the blush extending downward across his neck and collarbones. His bottom lip was swollen from biting it. There was very little seduction as he smoothed oil over Hadley’s cock, but that was a lesson for another time. Pushing the boy down onto his hands and knees, Hadley slid into the hot tight grip of Cade’s ass. Abstractedly, he noted that there was very little resistance as the boy was breeched, as well as along quiet hiss.
Too turned on, from having Cade almost back to back, Hadley kept a firm grip on the boy’s hips and fucked him. He reminded Cade not to reach for his neglected cock that swung between his thighs through gritted teeth, as hot silky muscles gripped and rippled around him. With a low guttural groan, Hadley spilled his seed. It was for Lord Barkley to fuck Cade for as long as he liked. For Hadley, it was another lesson taught.
Easing out of Cade and turning him onto his back, Hadley took the discarded blanket and wiped down. He narrowed his eyes in warning as Cade reached for his cock. “You only get to come if you are given permission and I have not given it.” If he had not been winded still, the look of naked frustration would have amused Hadley. “Go on to the showers, cold water helps.”
Hadley leaned against the wall and gathered his wits. He had four slaves to attend to as of yet. As well as Hadley observing and documenting the effects of his latest training session with five very different slaves.
*~*
“I want to have a party.” Lady Margaret Barkley stated firmly.
Hadley was once again seated in the formal parlor, only this time his summons had been from the lady of the manor. Lord Barkley was nowhere to be seen. He was unsure if the lord had requested one of his slaves or not. Hadley had been ensconced within the parlor with Lady Barkley, listening inanely to village gossip and drinking two cups of tea.
“Yes my Lady.” Hadley responded cautiously. He was not sure what a party had to do with him other than having the slaves prepared for use if it were required.
Nodding, Lady Barkley selected a pretty pink iced petite four. “There will be dinner as well as coffee and desert, and then I will want to provide a demonstration.”
Hadley nearly choked on his tea. In the palace, it was the King or one of the princes who took pleasure in performing demonstrations of various implements that could be used on pleasure slaves.
“Yes, yes,” Lady Barkley nodded, crumbs on her chin as she spoke and chewed at the same time. She took a sip of tea and swallowed. “Cameron and Mia, I think. Some type of flogging and a caning, whippings can be much too brutal for genteel company.”
Hadley had to keep his mouth shut even as he wanted to gape at her. Lord Barkley had demanded that Hadley whip Daniel in anger. Lady Barkley wanted Hadley to do much the same only to provide entertainment.
“Millesende will be quite jealous that she will not be able to attend, being on holiday across the border, but Gertie will be there and Lord Orland as well.”
That name broke through Hadley’s desperate thoughts of planning such a demonstration. Forgetting himself, he questioned, “Lord Orland?”
Continue to twitter about menus and guests, Lady Barkley answered distractedly. “Well of course, Laurie is George’s best mate from their days at university. He never misses an opportunity to see Daniel, Lord Orland that is.” At that, Lady Barkley blinked, seemingly focusing on the fact that she was speaking to Hadley. Clearing her throat, “The dinner party will be in a week’s time. I will send you any other requests by Brookings.” She lifted her teacup and stared at Hadley pointedly.
Just as with her husband, Hadley realized that he had been dismissed and retreated quickly after placing his nearly full teacup on the tray.
As he made his way back to the slave hall, Hadley’s mind was full. An opportunity to observe the elusive Lord Orland, and then there was Daniel as well. What type of fissures would the party leave in its wake?
For once, Hadley had all five slaves within the hall. They were eating quietly, steamed vegetables, bread, some cheese, a bit of pickle and a jug of milk to be shared amongst them.
Cade met his gaze, his cheeks turning a dull red as that gaze flittered away. Hadley felt the same warmth curling in his stomach. Fucking Cade had earned little by the way of training the evening past. The emotions of realizing that he was going to be fucked had overwhelmed the boy. The physicality of being with Cade had overwhelmed Hadley.
He would have to correct that forthwith. And then there was the matter of Daniel and Mia, Daniel and Cameron, Daniel…
Hadley focused his attention on Lisbeth, cowering in a corner with her half eaten plate on her lap. Her thin hair fell over her shoulder hiding what was no doubt a censoring expression for Hadley.
Cook trundled in with her squeaky trolley in tow to collect the mealtime dishes. It was time for Hadley to get to work. Ordering each slave into the training room as a whole, he decided that it would not be a learning session at the expense of one for the rest. Instead, he would take on each slave individually starting with Mia, ordering the others to strip, to wait, quietly.
Hadley commanded Mia to remove her tunic, displaying her body with its lush curves and large breasts. With long lengths of hemp rope, he bound Mia. Winding the length of rope over shoulders, across breasts, drawing arms back, sliding the rope between her naked thighs. Drawing a cylindrical bit from one of the chests, he gagged her, her white teeth biting down on the bit. Hadley stepped back, arms crossed, hand on his chin to look over his work. If she moved too much, the friction of rope sliding along her cleft, pressing that tender bit of flesh, it would be maddening.
Daniel was wary as Hadley approached him with rope as well. With diamond shaped openings along his chest, forearms tied to the waist, and rope wrapped along thighs winding about cock and balls, Daniel was in a similar predicament as Mia. Each would bear indentions on their skin, rope marks that would fade slowly. It would be a visible reminder of the lesson to be had.
Then Hadley upped the peril by binding sections of rope between them. If Daniel fought the rope too much, he would add friction to his own cock as well as the rope tightened between Mia’s thighs. He perused another drawer and found a couple of lengths of clamps, their clover design vicious to tender nipples.
Methodically, Hadley clamped both Mia and Daniel’s nipples, Mia giving a muffled groan of pain, while ungagged Daniel yelped. Finally, the clamps were connected by thinner ropes adding more opportunities for pain, to be meted out by the opposite, Daniel to Mia or Mia to Daniel.
Slipping a large ball gag within Daniel’s mouth, Hadley knew he had both of their undivided attentions.
“It seems to me that the two of you secretly enjoy each others company when it is not allowed.” Mia’s eyes widened while Daniel’s green eyes narrowed into slits. “You have each other’s company now, do you not?”
Daniel’s hands went to fists pulling on his bindings, causing his own wince of pain while Mia panted through her nose as the clamps pulled cruelly at her ripe nipples.
Hadley went to the stand in the corner and rinsed his hands in the ewer. Cameron had his arms crossed watching the proceedings calmly. Cade has his head down while Lisbeth face had gone pasty pale.
Cameron and Lisbeth, Hadley bound them separately. Cameron on his knees over a spanking bench and Lisbeth at the table that kept her legs spread obscenely. She glared at him hatefully.
Squeezing her breast, Hadley told her cheerfully, “I will be with you in a moment.”
With the soft hood in his hand, Hadley made sure Cameron understood what was coming.
“I feel like you need some isolation, my belligerent one.” A dark brow quirked up and then Cameron hung his head once more. “You know that I saw you.” The dark head nodded. “You know better.” Another nod as Hadley covered his head with the hood. “Gives you some time to think.”
He found his purchase form the gypsy tent and more rope. Winding the rope about Lisbeth’s hips and thighs, Hadley spoke to her conversationally. “You are a very doted upon pet when your mistress is within the manor. However, she does not take you out and about with her. Have you ever thought on why that might be?” Lisbeth’s lips thinned and tightened into a frown. “You think you have some control over your mistress because of what you have right here?” Hadley cupped his hand over her cunt loosely and watched dispassionately as Lisbeth tried to squirm away from his touch. “This is not yours, it belongs to Lady Barkley.”
Too soon she would learn the true manipulation of being enslaved, Hadley mused, but at the moment it was just young girl foolishness.
“You do not want me touch you? Is it because I am a man? Because I am not your mistress? Too bad, little one.” Hadley wound the gears as tightly as he could. Using the rope, he tied the phallus at the top of Lisbeth’s slit between her thighs. He pulled the pin and watched as the tip of phallus began to vibrate against the sensitive nub of nerves causing Lisbeth to cry out in shock. Squeezing her shoulder, Hadley remarked, “I do not have to use my cock to fuck with you, girl.”
With a bottle of clear oil gathered into his palm, he turned to Cade. “Come with me.”
He drew Cade back into the hall, leaving the others in their individual form of training. Removing his waistcoat and unbuttoning his shirt and cuffs, Hadley regarded Cade. Licking his lips, he commanded quietly despite the sounds of Lisbeth’s sobbing, and those of Daniel and Mia in throes of pain and useless friction, “Come here.”
Cade bit his lip, the cock hanging between narrow thighs filling with blood. Giving Hadley a shy look, the boy answered, “Yes Sir.”
Trying to remain objective to the sway of hips and loose arms, Hadley remembered vividly putting the boy on his face, opening that tight furled hole and sliding his cock within the grip of a body that wanted to resist only to finally submit and open like flower, slender back arching, the curve of buttocks settling against Hadley’s groin.
Cade was only a bit stiff as his hands slid upward across Hadley’s bare chest to rest lightly behind his neck. Cade awkwardly arranged his naked body pliantly against Hadley, his warm breath puffing against his throat. Cupping his cheek, thumb rubbing sharp cheekbone, Hadley covered Cade’s mouth that opened readily without flinching. The boy moaned softly at the tangle of tongues, rolling his hips against Hadley when he palmed Cade’s tight ass.
Licking his lips, Hadley commended, “Better.” Moving his hands downward to cup the boney spurs of hips, Hadley thrust his cock against Cade’s which was standing proudly, erect, full, and dusky pink. Cade responded allowing for each of their cocks to slide slippery between them, clear fluid dampening the thicket of russet curls of Hadley’s groin.
Hadley used his heftier bulk to guide Cade downward onto the boy’s cot, his thigh resting between slender legs. Cade had his arms bound loosely around Hadley’s shoulders, unwittingly continuing to seek friction for his cock against the furrow between hip and thigh.
Sitting up, Hadley took Cade’s hand and coated the narrow fingers liberally with the thin lubricating oil. At the confused look in pale eyes, Hadley explained, “Get on your knees with your back to me. I want to watch you open yourself for my cock. You do not need to lull yourself into thinking your Master will do all the work. Best learn now or run the risk of being fucked dry.”
The blunt words cooled Hadley’s ardor somewhat and Cade’s as well. The boy was not very graceful as he turned to kneel up, back to Hadley. Fingers groped, pulling aside buttocks, hesitating at the reddened opening, only slightly swollen from Hadley’s fucking the previous evening. Cade slid one finger within his body and then two. Hadley stopped him once to recoat his fingers with oil. With the small opening was glistening with oil and two fingers moved with little resistance, he stopped the Cade with a hand to his wrist.
Hadley opened his trousers and palmed his cock and balls loosely, instructing, “Now you want to oil my cock as well.”
Cade turned to obey; his cheeks flushed dark red, the blush extending downward across his neck and collarbones. His bottom lip was swollen from biting it. There was very little seduction as he smoothed oil over Hadley’s cock, but that was a lesson for another time. Pushing the boy down onto his hands and knees, Hadley slid into the hot tight grip of Cade’s ass. Abstractedly, he noted that there was very little resistance as the boy was breeched, as well as along quiet hiss.
Too turned on, from having Cade almost back to back, Hadley kept a firm grip on the boy’s hips and fucked him. He reminded Cade not to reach for his neglected cock that swung between his thighs through gritted teeth, as hot silky muscles gripped and rippled around him. With a low guttural groan, Hadley spilled his seed. It was for Lord Barkley to fuck Cade for as long as he liked. For Hadley, it was another lesson taught.
Easing out of Cade and turning him onto his back, Hadley took the discarded blanket and wiped down. He narrowed his eyes in warning as Cade reached for his cock. “You only get to come if you are given permission and I have not given it.” If he had not been winded still, the look of naked frustration would have amused Hadley. “Go on to the showers, cold water helps.”
Hadley leaned against the wall and gathered his wits. He had four slaves to attend to as of yet. As well as Hadley observing and documenting the effects of his latest training session with five very different slaves.
*~*
“I want to have a party.” Lady Margaret Barkley stated firmly.
Hadley was once again seated in the formal parlor, only this time his summons had been from the lady of the manor. Lord Barkley was nowhere to be seen. He was unsure if the lord had requested one of his slaves or not. Hadley had been ensconced within the parlor with Lady Barkley, listening inanely to village gossip and drinking two cups of tea.
“Yes my Lady.” Hadley responded cautiously. He was not sure what a party had to do with him other than having the slaves prepared for use if it were required.
Nodding, Lady Barkley selected a pretty pink iced petite four. “There will be dinner as well as coffee and desert, and then I will want to provide a demonstration.”
Hadley nearly choked on his tea. In the palace, it was the King or one of the princes who took pleasure in performing demonstrations of various implements that could be used on pleasure slaves.
“Yes, yes,” Lady Barkley nodded, crumbs on her chin as she spoke and chewed at the same time. She took a sip of tea and swallowed. “Cameron and Mia, I think. Some type of flogging and a caning, whippings can be much too brutal for genteel company.”
Hadley had to keep his mouth shut even as he wanted to gape at her. Lord Barkley had demanded that Hadley whip Daniel in anger. Lady Barkley wanted Hadley to do much the same only to provide entertainment.
“Millesende will be quite jealous that she will not be able to attend, being on holiday across the border, but Gertie will be there and Lord Orland as well.”
That name broke through Hadley’s desperate thoughts of planning such a demonstration. Forgetting himself, he questioned, “Lord Orland?”
Continue to twitter about menus and guests, Lady Barkley answered distractedly. “Well of course, Laurie is George’s best mate from their days at university. He never misses an opportunity to see Daniel, Lord Orland that is.” At that, Lady Barkley blinked, seemingly focusing on the fact that she was speaking to Hadley. Clearing her throat, “The dinner party will be in a week’s time. I will send you any other requests by Brookings.” She lifted her teacup and stared at Hadley pointedly.
Just as with her husband, Hadley realized that he had been dismissed and retreated quickly after placing his nearly full teacup on the tray.
As he made his way back to the slave hall, Hadley’s mind was full. An opportunity to observe the elusive Lord Orland, and then there was Daniel as well. What type of fissures would the party leave in its wake?