THE REMINDER
Franziskus woke with a smile on his lips; he lay with his
eyes closed and inhaled deeply taking in the fragrant air of his Gorean home.
His cock stirred between his legs, stiff with a combination of morning arousal
and the need to relieve himself. His hands reached out either side of him,
searching for the hard warm bodies of his boys, frowning when he found nothing
but empty space. One slut missing from his side he would expect but not
two. It must be later than usual for
both of his slaves to be up and about. He turned on to his side and the smile
returned to his lips. There on a small table next to the bed was a pot of
blackwine, slowly simmering on what must have been a homemade heater and next
to it were a cup and a Lilly in full bloom. This had to be the work of his
first boy, river. He was new enough to Gor to remember home comforts of
earth. Franzi took the time to examine
the contraption. It had been made out of thin strips of metal woven carefully
together to create a tripod and base on which the blackwine pot stood on.
Beneath it was a simple metal plate with a lighted stump of a candle to provide
the means of keeping the special brew hot.
Franzi nodded his approval, his first boy was inventive to say the least
but he would check with the blacksmith later to ensure that his boy had not
stolen the metal or worse persuaded Vester’s ample slave girl into stealing it
for him. Franziskus knew that his first boy had a way with the slave girls and
could get them to do practically anything he wanted them to. He swung his legs
off the bed and stretched before reaching out to pour himself a cup of the
pungent brew that was so reminiscent of his beloved coffee on earth. Another smile touched his lips as he realised
that his boy had even thought to bring a small pot of cream and another one of
sugar. His wine sweetened and creamed he crossed the room to the double doors
that led to the balcony and threw them open, stepping outside completely nude.
Before him was the land of Sarona in all its glory, basking
under the early morning sun. It was
still early enough that it was cooler than it would be in a couple more hours.
It was little wonder that his first boy wanted to get his outdoor chores done early, later it would be too hot for the
delicate skin of a fair haired boy. A
movement caught Franzi’s eye, and he watched as his first boy dragged a sack of
fertilizer over to his treasured blackwine bush. The boy was naked but for a
worn out pair of sandals to protect his feet from anything that might be
lurking in the earth and a wide brimmed sun hat that protected his blond head
from the harsh sun. The boy was sweating
already and had dirt streaked down his body from where he had rubbed his hands
over himself. Franzi’s eyes searched between the boy’s legs until they rested
on the small but beautifully shaped penis that lay nestled in a nest of short
curly blond pubic hair. “Time to shave again,” Franzi said softly to himself.
His cock jumped, agreeing with what he had just said and he reached down to
give it a reassuring stroke. He took
another sip of his wine then shouted, “GOOD MORNING, MY LIL SUNSHINE.”
The boy looked up from his work, confused for a moment as to
where his master was, and then he looked up and a blinding smile covered his
face, “GOOD MORNING, MY MASTER,” he shouted back.
Franzi lifted up the cup of blackwine and nodded to his
first boy, showing his approval of his newest invention. The boy waved back and then bent his back,
returning to his work. The master watched his boy, taking in the way the
muscles rippled under his sun-kissed skin. The boy bent down and picked up a
spade, displaying the full moon of his peach like arse, round and inviting, a
dirty handprint on one cheek, and totally unaware that he was providing a
temptation to his master that could not be ignored. Franzi’s cock jumped again
reminding him that it needed attention. “RIVER,” he called out. “LEAVE THAT AND
COME UP HERE.” A look of concern touched the boy’s face and was quickly
covered. “I OBEY, MY MASTER,” he shouted back and dropped the spade he was now
holding. He wiped his hands down his legs and hurried to the house, kicking off
the dirty sandals before he entered. River took the steps up to his master’s
bedroom two at a time, bursting into the room, panting slightly. He stood
straight in front of his master, his hands clasped loosely in the small of his
back. He held his head up high but kept his eyes focused on the ground, as a
good slave should. Franziskus walked around his boy, his eyes drinking in every
pretty inch of him. Even dirt streaked as he was he was desirable. He stopped
in front of his boy and reached out, cupping the boy’s balls in his hand.
“To whom do these belong?” he asked harshly.
“To you, my master,” river replied softly, his breath
catching in his throat as he was handled so casually.
Franziskus wrapped his fingers around the now awake cock
between his boy’s legs. “And to who does this belong,” he demanded.
“To you, my master,” the boy answered again. He lifted his
eyes briefly, looking into his master’s eyes then he lowered them again.
Franziskus brought his hand slowly up the boy’s belly to his
chest, pinching hard on one sensitive nipple, twisting it. The boy stifled a
hiss of pain, physically holding himself still, fighting the urge to pull away.
“And this,” Franzi said, his eyes blazing with desire for his boy.
“Yours, my master,” River gasped.
Franziskus rubbed the nub gently, soothing it and then
brought one hand up to his boy’s face, cupping his cheek gently before bringing
up his other hand and gently tracing a finger over the full lips that were so
often wrapped around his manhood. “And these,” he asked, his voice much softer
now, tenderness sinking into his words.
“Yours, my master,” River answered, his eyes meeting those
of his master once more, this time holding them there.
Franzi reached behind his boy, grabbing the peach like arse
and using it to pull his boy into his body. His mouth sought out his boy’s lips
and he crushed them beneath his own, ignoring that his boy was sweaty and dirty
from his chores. His fingers slipped into the crack, searching out the hidden
opening. He pressed a finger firmly inside up to his knuckle. “And to whom does
this belong?” he breathed into the boy’s mouth.
“To you, my master, all of this boy belongs to you to do as
you please with, when you please,” River answered breathily.
Franziskus pulled out his finger abruptly making the boy
gasp and then slapped his arse sharply. “Run and get the razor, soap and water,
Mine.”
Years of conditioning made River spring into action, running
to collect the things that his master had asked for. He washed his hands before
returning, so that when he shaved his master’s beard they would be clean. He
took the stairs more carefully this time, so not to spill any of the warm water
that he brought up from the kitchen. He placed it on the dresser and then
pulled a chair into the centre of the room, waiting for his master to sit.
“It’s not for me, my lil sunshine” Franzi said, a wicked
smile gracing his lips. He pulled a trunk from against the wall and indicated
for his boy to lay on it. “On your back, Mine, legs split nice and wide.”
Realisation registered in River’s face and obediently he
complied, his hands by his side.
“Hands behind your head, my lil sunshine.”
River brought up his hands placing them behind his head. His
chest rose and fell fast as his heart beat increased, knowing now what his
master intended.
Franzi picked up the cloth from the water and rubbed it over
the short pubic hair surrounding river’s boyhood. “This is a little overdue,
don’t you think, Mine?” he asked as he began to rub the soap into the short
curls.
“y... yes, my master,” river stammered.
“Hmmm, this would be easier if you were hard,” Franzi
pondered aloud. He took his boy’s penis in his hand and began to stroke him.
Long languishing strokes, brushing his thumb over his prone helpless boy’s piss
slit with each pass. The boy whimpered and pressed upward, so lost in the sweet
caress of his master that when it stopped he cried out in disappointment.
Franzi delivered a punishing slap to his cock as a reminder as to who was in
charge here and the boy stifled a gasp of pain. Franzi picked up the soap and
wet it, and then began to work it into the soft hairs that surrounded his
slut’s now rock hard cock. He could feel his boy trembling beneath his touch
and the excitement he felt sent electricity down into his own swollen organ. He
took his time, knowing the torture he was giving his boy. It had been awhile
since he had allowed either of his boys to spill their seed. He used the tips
of his fingers to massage the soap in, making sure he paid attention to the
ball sack. The slut groaned in sweet agony as he fought to control his body,
his penis was already leaking nectar from its pink slit. Satisfied that he had
covered every hair, Franziskus picked up the cutthroat blade and tested the
sharpness of it with his thumb. He winced as he drew blood and he sucked it
into his mouth. “Nice and sharp,” he said appraisingly. “Good boy.”
“Tha... thank you, m... my ma... master,” river stammered,
he seemed to be shaking a little harder now.
“Hold still, Mine,” Franzi ordered and he reached for his
boy’s cock, pulling it to the side before dragging the blade expertly over the
soft delicate skin. He took his time; he didn’t want a castrated boy after all.
Each time the blade touched his skin, river made an almost silent whimper which
in turn made Franzi’s manhood leap against his belly. Once he had shaved the
boy around his shaft he moved his attentions down to his balls, carefully
stretching the skin and removing the protruding hairs. He could see that his
boy was beginning to struggle and that in turn excited him more. He dropped the blade onto the table and took
the cloth and wiped away any remaining foam.
“Hmmm,” he said rubbing his chin. “I need to check that it is smooth
enough.” Wickedly he knelt between the boy’s open legs, smiling at how his legs
were shaking with the effort not to close them. He blew softly against the
boy’s balls, encouraging a soft moan from him and then he licked over them,
testing for stubble with his tongue.
River gave a loud moan and arched up, unable to control the
pleasure of his master’s tongue on his already sensitive organs. Franzi stood back up. “Seems good.” He said, enjoying his boy’s predicament. “Pull your knees up to your chest, Mine,” he
snapped. “And spread those cheeks nice and wide, I want to check your boy
cunt.”
With his eyes tightly closed, the boy obeyed rolling up his
body and clenching his knees tight to his chest so that his anus was displayed
for his master’s pleasure.
Franzi took some soap and rubbed it over it, covering the
fine down that grew around it and in his boy’s arse crack. Carefully he shaved
it away, delighting in the soft noises his slut continued to make. Again he took a wet cloth and wiped away any
foam that was left and then he ran his tongue up the boy’s crack and played it
over his hole, checking again for any remaining stubble. He sat back. “That is
very good, Mine. You may turn over onto your belly now.”
The boy didn’t question why he just obeyed, laying over the
trunk with his sweet arse up in the air.
Franziskus stroked his hand over it, cupping one cheek then
the other.
“Why did you not come to me before this and beg to be
shaven?” Franzi raised an eyebrow as he waited for his boy’s excuse.
When the boy didn’t answer he brought his hand down sharply
on one cheek, leaving a red handprint.
“I ... I....,” the boy stammered not having an excuse at all
other than he just hadn’t thought of it.
“I think you need a reminder, my lil sunshine,” Franzi said
as he brought his hand down hard again on the opposite cheek of his boy’s arse.
“Get up and come and lay across my lap,” he said moving over to the bed.
Trembling in anticipation, and with his cock still hard as a
rock, River stood up and obediently laid over his master’s lap, feeling
immediately the hardness of his master’s cock against his. He gave a low moan
as his master began to caress his arse, stroking each cheek in turn. He felt
his face begin to colour as his master prised open his cheeks and examined his
anus, taking his time, scrutinising it carefully. He yelped as his master
slapped him hard.
“Silence, my lil sunshine.” Franzi barked. He brought his
hand down again and then again, each slap making the one before sting even
more. Usually Franzi would alternate the
slaps, one cheek then the other but this was a punishment that would make his
boy remember in future to beg to be shaved.
River felt his eyes getting wet as his right cheek was
spanked over and over; he desperately wanted to beg his master to stop but knew
it wouldn’t stop until his master was sure his message had sunk in. Each slap
made his arse cheek burn hotter and he squirmed trying to escape just a little
only to cause himself to grind into his master’s manhood that was pressed
solidly against his own. The slapping stopped and river took a breath before
his master started to slap down on his other cheek. He could feel the imprint
of his master’s hand each time it landed.
How many times his master’s hand struck his defenceless behind he didn’t
know, he just knew that each time it was leaving an impression on his arse and
a bright red hand mark.
The boy was squirming now and Franziskus closed his eyes,
enjoying the feeling of cock rubbing against cock. But as much as he was
enjoying it, his hand was beginning to sting quite badly. He looked around for
something to use in its stead and his eyes settled on a sandal. It was out of
his reach but well within the reach of his boy. “My hand hurts,” he said, “pass
me that sandal.”
The sound that came from the boy’s mouth made Franzi smile
but the boy stretched his arm out all the same and with a little effort, which
increased the grinding of their cocks, the boy hooked his fingers into the
strap and held it back for his master.
“Please, my master,” he said softly. “Please have mercy on
your slut.”
Franzi flexed the sandal between his hands, testing its
pliancy. He felt his slut tense up, anticipating the first blow. He leaned down
and whispered in to his boy’s ear. “I will spank you until you make me cum, my
little sunshine so start rubbing.” He brought the sandal down sharply and the
sound of leather contacting with flesh filled the air.
This time river couldn’t help the cry of pain that escaped
his lips. He knew the only way to make it stop was to make his master cum, so
he began to grind his hips, stopping only as the sandal hit his naked bottom. He was close to cumming himself but knew that
was out of the question until he had his master’s permission. He tried to
concentrate on making his master cum, rubbing against the hardness that jutted
into him.
Franziskus brought down the sandal three times in rapid
succession. He paused and rubbed over the tenderised backside of his boy with
his bare hand, pinching and squeezing the bruised flesh and causing the boy to
moan in pain. His cock was coated in the boy’s precum enabling both cocks to
slide together with easy. He felt his balls draw towards his body and he
gritted his teeth wanting to last just a little longer. He brought the sandal
down three more times and then groaned loudly as his shot his load over them
both. River was making urgent little
noises, grinding hard against his master. Franzi looked down on the nicely
bruised arse of his boy and then leaned down. “Cum for me, Mine.”
The boy didn’t have to be told twice. The orgasm he had been
holding back for so long now exploded. His cum mixing with that of his
master’s.
Franzi groaned as the warmth spread over his crotch and he
grabbed his boy by his hair and dragged him up, smashing his lips to his.
“Straddle me.” he groaned and the boy obeyed, crying out as his arse touched
his master’s lap, he tried to lift up but was pushed down again by his master.
“I said straddle me, I want to feel your hot arse on my cock.”
The boy whimpered in pain but did as he was told, holding
back his sobs of pain.
Franzi lifted his chin and dragged a thumb under one of his
eyes, wiping the tears away. “You are a good boy, my lil sunshine, I am proud
of you.”
Those few words brought the smile back to the boy’s face. “I
love you, my master,” he said softly.
“And I love you, my lil sunshine.” He remembered his
blackwine heater and lifted his boy’s chin. “Thank you for my present. I hope
you got the metal honestly, I will be checking with Vester.”
“I did, my master, when I finished my chores for you I went
over to the forge and helped the master with some stuff he wanted moving. He
rewarded me with the metal strips.”
Franzi claimed his boy’s lips once more, entwining their
tongues. Reluctantly he pulled back. “You smell of sweat.”
The boy lifted his arm and sniffed. “In my defence I was
working in the garden when you summoned me, my master.”
Franzi grinned
widely. “Insolent slut,” he said, “maybe I should spank you.”
The boy yelped and fell of his master’s lap in his haste to
get away.
Franziskus laughed. “Get back to your chores he said,
swiping at the boy’s bruised arse. River giggled and ran from the room as
Franzi poured himself another black wine.
No comments:
Post a Comment