The Handler
Part One| Part Two| Part Three| Part Four| Part Five| Part Six| Part Seven| Part Eight| Part Nine| Part Ten| Part Eleven| Part Twelve| Part Thirteen
Hadley stood to the side of the darkened room, shadows cast by candles and light from oil lamps. He could feel Brookings disapproval radiate from the rigid form. He felt underdressed in his shirtsleeves and waistcoat, his arms crossed rigidly at the small of his back. Standing at attention, unable to take his leave to escape, and bearing witness to the events unfolding.
Lord Aberforth had crowded Mia against the wall, near the heavy drapery. One hand was on her throat and the other grasping a palm full of breast as he kissed and bit at Mia’s lips. Hadley could see when Aberforth forced a thigh between her welted legs. Mia flinched automatically trying to close her legs and get away from the drag of woolen trousers against sensitive skin.
Aberforth’s hand on Mia’s breast moved as quickly as a striking snake, a back hand slap to her cheekbone had Mia’s head snapping to the side. The sound of the slap was absurdly loud causing the conversation in the room to quiet for a moment.
Lady Barkley looked up to meet Mia’s tremulous blue eyes with a sharp frown. Mia bit down hard on her bottom lip and spread her legs willing. Lord Aberforth laughed cruelly before mouthing along her neck, his busy hand moving between Mia’s thighs. Mia let her head fall back in defeat as the lord fondled her cunt.
Lady Aberforth’s laughter trilled inanely about the room, bringing Hadley’s attention to Lisbeth pinned like a helpless butterfly between Lady Aberforth and Lady Barkley. Lisbeth’s tunic lay discarded in heap on the floor. Perched on the settee, Lisbeth’s knobby knees were all but under her ears. Her face was flushed blood red and her eyes were squeezed shut.
“It’s all the rage, Maggie, since the King outlawed branding.” Lady Aberforth pushed the folds of Lisbeth’s sex open, grossly displaying the distended nubbin of vulnerable flesh. Lady Aberforth poked the glistening bit with a sharp fingernail. “To think, they can now safely pierce a ring right through here. How much fun that could be!”
Lady Barkley clapped her hands unaware of the silent tears tracking down Lisbeth’s red face.
Lord Aberforth grunted as he freed his cock and began fucking Mia, his hands cruelly curled around her welted thighs, holding her open. Mia’s eyes were closed and her hands hung loose at her side. Aberforth’s mouth rooted around her neck and cane-marked breasts.
The quiet deep voice drew Hadley’s abject curiosity. Lord Orland spoke to Lord Barkley, his fingertips trailing beneath the hem of Daniel’s tunic along the curve of the slave’s ass. Cameron stood as island, ignored in the middle of the room. Cade, still dressed as well, remained perched on Lord Barkley’s lap.
“He’s a cute kid, Georgie,” Lord Orland gestured to Cade, white teeth flashing against dark beard and olive skin.
Lord Barkley had been paying attention to the location of Lord Orland’s hand on Daniel when he roused and kissed Cade distractedly against the temple. “Hadley’s been working on loosening him up a bit.”
Because of the light reflecting off of thick lenses, Hadley could not make out the direction of Lord Orland’s gaze. He had emerged more from the shadows and Hadley had a better view.
Lord Orland had a much smaller stature than either Lord Barkley or Lord Aberforth, his shoulders narrow and sloping. His attire was much more relaxed as well, forgoing tie and waistcoat. At the open collar of his shirt there were more thick dark curls. His shoes and trousers were well made, and small feet were crossed at the ankle.
Orland’s smile on thin lips became more predatory, gesturing to Cameron standing statuesque and ignored. “A demonstration perhaps?”
Lord Barkley laughed and nudged Cade off of his lap. Cade stumbled on unused limbs causing Barkley to frown. Hadley could see that Barkley carefully ignored Orland as he replaced Cade with Daniel in his lap. Orland merely smirked and turned his attention to Cade, who trembled as he pulled his tunic over his head.
The boy looked absurdly young, with thin slender limbs next to Cameron’s more mature and muscled body. Cameron smiled encouragingly at Cade, his elegant hand sliding reassuringly along Cade’s back.
“No need to seduce him, Cam,” Lord Barkley called with a sneer, his hand disappearing beneath Daniel’s tunic. Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut and bit his lip, as Barkley’s hand began a telltale up and down motion. “Just fuck him.”
Lord Orland smiled once more and reclined in his high backed chair.
Cameron turned away slightly and made as if he were wiping the sweat from his face. The canny slave licked his palm and then grasped his cock. Smart boy, Hadley approved. Instead of merely pushing Cade forward and gripping his hip, Cameron steadied the boy with a hand low on his belly as guided his cock into Cade’s body.
Curled around his back with his forehead pressed against Cade’s nape, Hadley could see Cameron whispering furiously as Cade stiffened on penetration.
Orland chuckled and sipped his brandy. “Not so loose yet?”
Lord Barkley’s cheeks reddened, from embarrassment or arousal Hadley was not sure. He and Lord Orland watched as Cameron fucked Cade, the younger slave’s erection slapping at his belly smearing glistening fluid across his tightened abdomen. Cade panted, wide open mouthed gasps his eyes screwed shut. Cameron had moved his hands to the boney hips, then angle displaying his cock appearing and disappearing within Cade with lewd fleshy slaps.
Daniel moved quietly to kneel at Lord Barkley’s feet, discreetly extracting his master’s cock and suckled it. His head bobbed in time with Cameron’s thrusts. Lord Barkley threaded his fingers through dark red curls forcing Daniel to take more and more of his length down his throat. There was an air of challenge between Orland and Barkley as Orland watched Daniel serving his master, his lips pressed into a thin frown.
Aberforth roared like a bear at his completion., spilling his seed into Mia. Cade cried out, his cock splattering white threads of ejaculate without being touched. Lord Barkley grunted. Daniel sat back on his heels licking his lips. Lady Barkley had Lisbeth’s naked body curled in her lap, her fingers hidden between Lisbeth’s thighs.
Lord Orland swallowed the rest of his brandy. Standing, he bowed to Lady Barkley and grinned down at Lord Barkley. “Thank you for such an entertaining evening, Georgie.” He gestured towards Daniel; “We must do this again sometime.”
Lady Aberforth reclined in her seat her legs spread loosely, her fist resting in her lap as her husband made perfunctory attempts at cleaning up and straightening his clothes.
“Thank you for coming, Laurie,” Lady Barkley gushed, “Brookings will see you out.”
Hadley felt cheated unable to take more of Orland’s measure. Lady Barkley commanded that he return Mia, Cameron, and Cade to the hall. The two aristocratic couples continued to converse over more snifters of brandy. Hadley could do little for Lisbeth and Daniel still in service to their master and mistress. Daniel’s time had come, Hadley decided. He would break him apart and put him back together after he obtained the information he desperately needed.
But first, there was Mia with her dead eyes and Cameron and his thundercloud expression to deal with, and Cade as well who seemed to disappear within himself.
Picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together again, that was the job of the handler.
*~*
Hadley herded Cade, Cameron, and Mia into the bathing room. He sat about filling the tubs with warm water as Cameron disappeared into the shower stall. The room billowed with steam. It could not hide the tears sliding down Cade’s cheeks.
What comfort could Hadley give the boy? Cade would have to find it within himself to accept his lot in life. He used gentle hands to maneuver Cade into the tub. When Cade hissed in pain, Hadley remarked kindly, “The water will help loosen the muscles, just soak. You will sleep better for it.”
Mia did not need his guidance to take to the second tub. She sat in the water with her knees pressed under her chin, her arms wrapped around them. Hadley did not touch her; he gave her as much space as she could have within her mind. He only cleared his throat and waited as those bleak eyes met his, “I will need to treat those welts once you are out of the bath.” She did not answer, only blinked before reverting into the safety of her mind.
Hadley looked into the shower stall. Hot water rained down on Cameron, standing with his head down, his arms wrapped tight about himself.
“I don’t need your comfort, Sir.” Cameron’s voice barely carried over the sound of running water.
Hadley wisely stepped away. He moved into the training room and collected his medical supplies. He would treat them in the bathing hall; the training room would be a cold reminder of the evening’s events still weighing heavily on mind and body.
Even as gentle as he could be, Cade flinched at Hadley’s touch. Talking quietly and soothingly, Hadley had the boy to bend at the waist so that he could check his opening. Cameron had performed admirably despite the situation. Hadley treated the swollen hole with a medicated cream that had Cade hissing in mild discomfort. Handing Cade a faded tunic that was much too large, the boy fought his way with in it.
Blue grey eyes were conflicted but Cade waited for Hadley’s command. “Take your bed, Cade.” The boy moved quickly with only a slight limp.
Mia surrendered to his administration, allowing her arms and legs to be moved about like positioning a doll’s limbs. He treated the welt marks quickly and efficiently. Unlike Cade, Mia accepted the tunic and fisted it her palm. Instead of dressing, she dragged the tunic along behind her when Hadley gave Mia her leave.
Hadley turned to see Cameron standing in the middle of the bathing room much as he did in the Barkley’s parlor. He seemed so fragile that he would shatter if Hadley touched him. Circling behind Cameron, Hadley observed that the flogging had not broken any skin but there would be plenty of bruising, dark shadows already appearing. Moving to face Cameron, Hadley could only stare at the conflicted dark eyes.
Cameron slowly shuddered and unwittingly leaned forward. Hadley did not touch him but he bent forward, their chests coming to rest against each other. Hadley could feel the damp heat of Cameron’s body, the smell of soap. Closing his eyes, Hadley slipped further and gave what comfort he could give.
When Cameron finally stood back, his eyes were on the floor. A tunic seemed superfluous, providing a respite and retreat that Cameron’s strength did not need.
“Take to your bed.” Hadley’s voice was hoarse, raw from the evening’s event.
Cameron licked his dry cracked lips, “Yes, Sir.”
Hadley watched Cameron retreat, back straight and bruised.
Positioning his chair near the door of the hall, Hadley knew that he would not be able to sleep but he would watch over them. Provide some semblance of protection that did not exist, to guard their chance to sleep, Hadley could hope that they would not dream.
Hadley stood to the side of the darkened room, shadows cast by candles and light from oil lamps. He could feel Brookings disapproval radiate from the rigid form. He felt underdressed in his shirtsleeves and waistcoat, his arms crossed rigidly at the small of his back. Standing at attention, unable to take his leave to escape, and bearing witness to the events unfolding.
Lord Aberforth had crowded Mia against the wall, near the heavy drapery. One hand was on her throat and the other grasping a palm full of breast as he kissed and bit at Mia’s lips. Hadley could see when Aberforth forced a thigh between her welted legs. Mia flinched automatically trying to close her legs and get away from the drag of woolen trousers against sensitive skin.
Aberforth’s hand on Mia’s breast moved as quickly as a striking snake, a back hand slap to her cheekbone had Mia’s head snapping to the side. The sound of the slap was absurdly loud causing the conversation in the room to quiet for a moment.
Lady Barkley looked up to meet Mia’s tremulous blue eyes with a sharp frown. Mia bit down hard on her bottom lip and spread her legs willing. Lord Aberforth laughed cruelly before mouthing along her neck, his busy hand moving between Mia’s thighs. Mia let her head fall back in defeat as the lord fondled her cunt.
Lady Aberforth’s laughter trilled inanely about the room, bringing Hadley’s attention to Lisbeth pinned like a helpless butterfly between Lady Aberforth and Lady Barkley. Lisbeth’s tunic lay discarded in heap on the floor. Perched on the settee, Lisbeth’s knobby knees were all but under her ears. Her face was flushed blood red and her eyes were squeezed shut.
“It’s all the rage, Maggie, since the King outlawed branding.” Lady Aberforth pushed the folds of Lisbeth’s sex open, grossly displaying the distended nubbin of vulnerable flesh. Lady Aberforth poked the glistening bit with a sharp fingernail. “To think, they can now safely pierce a ring right through here. How much fun that could be!”
Lady Barkley clapped her hands unaware of the silent tears tracking down Lisbeth’s red face.
Lord Aberforth grunted as he freed his cock and began fucking Mia, his hands cruelly curled around her welted thighs, holding her open. Mia’s eyes were closed and her hands hung loose at her side. Aberforth’s mouth rooted around her neck and cane-marked breasts.
The quiet deep voice drew Hadley’s abject curiosity. Lord Orland spoke to Lord Barkley, his fingertips trailing beneath the hem of Daniel’s tunic along the curve of the slave’s ass. Cameron stood as island, ignored in the middle of the room. Cade, still dressed as well, remained perched on Lord Barkley’s lap.
“He’s a cute kid, Georgie,” Lord Orland gestured to Cade, white teeth flashing against dark beard and olive skin.
Lord Barkley had been paying attention to the location of Lord Orland’s hand on Daniel when he roused and kissed Cade distractedly against the temple. “Hadley’s been working on loosening him up a bit.”
Because of the light reflecting off of thick lenses, Hadley could not make out the direction of Lord Orland’s gaze. He had emerged more from the shadows and Hadley had a better view.
Lord Orland had a much smaller stature than either Lord Barkley or Lord Aberforth, his shoulders narrow and sloping. His attire was much more relaxed as well, forgoing tie and waistcoat. At the open collar of his shirt there were more thick dark curls. His shoes and trousers were well made, and small feet were crossed at the ankle.
Orland’s smile on thin lips became more predatory, gesturing to Cameron standing statuesque and ignored. “A demonstration perhaps?”
Lord Barkley laughed and nudged Cade off of his lap. Cade stumbled on unused limbs causing Barkley to frown. Hadley could see that Barkley carefully ignored Orland as he replaced Cade with Daniel in his lap. Orland merely smirked and turned his attention to Cade, who trembled as he pulled his tunic over his head.
The boy looked absurdly young, with thin slender limbs next to Cameron’s more mature and muscled body. Cameron smiled encouragingly at Cade, his elegant hand sliding reassuringly along Cade’s back.
“No need to seduce him, Cam,” Lord Barkley called with a sneer, his hand disappearing beneath Daniel’s tunic. Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut and bit his lip, as Barkley’s hand began a telltale up and down motion. “Just fuck him.”
Lord Orland smiled once more and reclined in his high backed chair.
Cameron turned away slightly and made as if he were wiping the sweat from his face. The canny slave licked his palm and then grasped his cock. Smart boy, Hadley approved. Instead of merely pushing Cade forward and gripping his hip, Cameron steadied the boy with a hand low on his belly as guided his cock into Cade’s body.
Curled around his back with his forehead pressed against Cade’s nape, Hadley could see Cameron whispering furiously as Cade stiffened on penetration.
Orland chuckled and sipped his brandy. “Not so loose yet?”
Lord Barkley’s cheeks reddened, from embarrassment or arousal Hadley was not sure. He and Lord Orland watched as Cameron fucked Cade, the younger slave’s erection slapping at his belly smearing glistening fluid across his tightened abdomen. Cade panted, wide open mouthed gasps his eyes screwed shut. Cameron had moved his hands to the boney hips, then angle displaying his cock appearing and disappearing within Cade with lewd fleshy slaps.
Daniel moved quietly to kneel at Lord Barkley’s feet, discreetly extracting his master’s cock and suckled it. His head bobbed in time with Cameron’s thrusts. Lord Barkley threaded his fingers through dark red curls forcing Daniel to take more and more of his length down his throat. There was an air of challenge between Orland and Barkley as Orland watched Daniel serving his master, his lips pressed into a thin frown.
Aberforth roared like a bear at his completion., spilling his seed into Mia. Cade cried out, his cock splattering white threads of ejaculate without being touched. Lord Barkley grunted. Daniel sat back on his heels licking his lips. Lady Barkley had Lisbeth’s naked body curled in her lap, her fingers hidden between Lisbeth’s thighs.
Lord Orland swallowed the rest of his brandy. Standing, he bowed to Lady Barkley and grinned down at Lord Barkley. “Thank you for such an entertaining evening, Georgie.” He gestured towards Daniel; “We must do this again sometime.”
Lady Aberforth reclined in her seat her legs spread loosely, her fist resting in her lap as her husband made perfunctory attempts at cleaning up and straightening his clothes.
“Thank you for coming, Laurie,” Lady Barkley gushed, “Brookings will see you out.”
Hadley felt cheated unable to take more of Orland’s measure. Lady Barkley commanded that he return Mia, Cameron, and Cade to the hall. The two aristocratic couples continued to converse over more snifters of brandy. Hadley could do little for Lisbeth and Daniel still in service to their master and mistress. Daniel’s time had come, Hadley decided. He would break him apart and put him back together after he obtained the information he desperately needed.
But first, there was Mia with her dead eyes and Cameron and his thundercloud expression to deal with, and Cade as well who seemed to disappear within himself.
Picking up the pieces and trying to put them back together again, that was the job of the handler.
*~*
Hadley herded Cade, Cameron, and Mia into the bathing room. He sat about filling the tubs with warm water as Cameron disappeared into the shower stall. The room billowed with steam. It could not hide the tears sliding down Cade’s cheeks.
What comfort could Hadley give the boy? Cade would have to find it within himself to accept his lot in life. He used gentle hands to maneuver Cade into the tub. When Cade hissed in pain, Hadley remarked kindly, “The water will help loosen the muscles, just soak. You will sleep better for it.”
Mia did not need his guidance to take to the second tub. She sat in the water with her knees pressed under her chin, her arms wrapped around them. Hadley did not touch her; he gave her as much space as she could have within her mind. He only cleared his throat and waited as those bleak eyes met his, “I will need to treat those welts once you are out of the bath.” She did not answer, only blinked before reverting into the safety of her mind.
Hadley looked into the shower stall. Hot water rained down on Cameron, standing with his head down, his arms wrapped tight about himself.
“I don’t need your comfort, Sir.” Cameron’s voice barely carried over the sound of running water.
Hadley wisely stepped away. He moved into the training room and collected his medical supplies. He would treat them in the bathing hall; the training room would be a cold reminder of the evening’s events still weighing heavily on mind and body.
Even as gentle as he could be, Cade flinched at Hadley’s touch. Talking quietly and soothingly, Hadley had the boy to bend at the waist so that he could check his opening. Cameron had performed admirably despite the situation. Hadley treated the swollen hole with a medicated cream that had Cade hissing in mild discomfort. Handing Cade a faded tunic that was much too large, the boy fought his way with in it.
Blue grey eyes were conflicted but Cade waited for Hadley’s command. “Take your bed, Cade.” The boy moved quickly with only a slight limp.
Mia surrendered to his administration, allowing her arms and legs to be moved about like positioning a doll’s limbs. He treated the welt marks quickly and efficiently. Unlike Cade, Mia accepted the tunic and fisted it her palm. Instead of dressing, she dragged the tunic along behind her when Hadley gave Mia her leave.
Hadley turned to see Cameron standing in the middle of the bathing room much as he did in the Barkley’s parlor. He seemed so fragile that he would shatter if Hadley touched him. Circling behind Cameron, Hadley observed that the flogging had not broken any skin but there would be plenty of bruising, dark shadows already appearing. Moving to face Cameron, Hadley could only stare at the conflicted dark eyes.
Cameron slowly shuddered and unwittingly leaned forward. Hadley did not touch him but he bent forward, their chests coming to rest against each other. Hadley could feel the damp heat of Cameron’s body, the smell of soap. Closing his eyes, Hadley slipped further and gave what comfort he could give.
When Cameron finally stood back, his eyes were on the floor. A tunic seemed superfluous, providing a respite and retreat that Cameron’s strength did not need.
“Take to your bed.” Hadley’s voice was hoarse, raw from the evening’s event.
Cameron licked his dry cracked lips, “Yes, Sir.”
Hadley watched Cameron retreat, back straight and bruised.
Positioning his chair near the door of the hall, Hadley knew that he would not be able to sleep but he would watch over them. Provide some semblance of protection that did not exist, to guard their chance to sleep, Hadley could hope that they would not dream.