AC-116 The Boy Master
The Boy Master
Adonis Classics
AC-116
Kurt Kimble
$2.25
Excerpt
“Uh… he’s still on the rack, boss.” Marty laughed. “He’s been begging me to let him take a piss, but I told him to wait till you got here. Threatened to make him drink it if he did!” He laughed again raucously. The man looked casually down at the slave at his feet.
“Let him take a leak… now!” He sat up and slapped the red-headed kid sharply on the ass with his open hand. The crack resounded through the room as the boy winced uncontrollably. “And you, shithead, make me a martini. And be quick about it!” he commanded, watching the kid scramble to his feet, his cock and balls swinging as he hurried towards the bar. “Then I want you to prime me for that new little ass I got waitin’ for me in the chamber!”
The kid barely hesitated at the remark. His young mind was busy with thoughts of other things. The mention of school always made him think wishfully about being back there again. Somehow it all seemed so unreal—being here, a prisoner. How the hell had he gotten into this mess, anyhow? He fixed the drink slowly, his attention on his daydreams.
“I said to make it quick! Get your worthless bare ass back over here, you stupid cocksucker!” The irritation he felt made his words come out ragged around the edges. The young boy quickly finished fixing the martini and rushed it back to the man seated on the couch.
“I’m sorry, sir… sorry!” The redhead handed him the drink, then knelt before him obediently, resting back on his heels.
“Sorry, my ass! Sam, bring me the Cat!” Sam hurried from the room and returned with the cat-o’-nine-tails. Each leather strand of the whip glistened with a tiny point of metal and the boyish face froze in fear as he stared at it first, then up at his Master.
“Please, sir… I… I promise I’ll be quicker next time. I promise!” He licked his lips nervously as Sam handed the whip to the man above him.
“Bring me the handcuffs, too.”
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