Citadel Halloween Party, Sarlat, Saturday night, October 28th
[players only. Bar chat edited down for Ioan and Hugh's interactions. The collar Hugh put on Stuart is a combination of this collar and this one. Basically, it's chain links with a small tab at the end. Dark Fire Gallery used to have the exact one; guess they sold out. Long story short: Hugh finally gets his time with Stuart, which includes a spanking. Hugh and Ioan then go off. They come back and talk to Julian Mcmahon. Ioan gives him a blowjob.]




Stuart: *leaning against the bar, glass of water nearby, idly watching people go by on their way to the ballroom*

Hugh: *is dressed in what he insists is a Bruce Wayne costume, with Ioan on a leash* *walks into the bar and sits down*

Ioan: *settles down on his knees next to Hugh*

Stuart: *gentle chime of slave bells around each ankle every time he moves, gaze flickers toward Hugh and Ioan*

Hugh: *looks around, notices Stuart, and smiles widely*

Stuart: *tips his head in a little bow, grins*

Hugh: *makes a 'come hither' motion with his fingers*

Stuart: *grabs his water and pushes away from the bar to slink over toward the pair*

Hugh: *tugs on Ioan's leash* Look sharp, lad.

Ioan: *looks up*

Stuart: *winks at Ioan, reaches past Hugh to set his water down* Hello again, Sir.

Hugh: Hello, Stuart. *looks him up and down* Lovely outfit.

Stuart: You like it? *takes a step back and turns a slow circle to show off*

Hugh: I like. *licks his lips* Who did your makeup?

Ioan: *notices that Stuart has prettier eye make-up than he does* *pouts*

Stuart: *grins* I did, Sir.

Hugh: It's very nice. *raises his eyebrow* And are you available tonight?

Stuart: As of this moment, Sir, I am. *grins at Ioan* But that's subject to change any minute now.

Hugh: And why is that?

Stuart: Well, if I'm lucky, you'll finally lay claim to some of my time, Sir. Or someone else will walk in and decide they'd like to keep me all to themselves.

Hugh: Fine. Then get on your knees next to the slave. I want your time now.

Stuart: *shivers faintly, grins and sinks gracefully to his knees beside Ioan* Then my time is yours, Sir.

Hugh: Good. *turns toward the bar, orders apple cider for himself and milk in bowls for the boys*

Ioan: *waves hello to Stuart*

Stuart: *waves back before settling into proper position, hands tucked behind him*

Hugh: *not looking down* Ioan, keep him busy.

Ioan: Yes, master. *winks at Stuart, then leans in and kisses him*

Stuart: *chuckles quietly, letting the sound become a little purring moan as they kiss*

Ioan: *slides his hand down and cups Stuart's cock*

Stuart: *he's already hard, and wearing a cock ring* *groans, rocking his hips against Ioan's hand*

Ioan: *whimpers into Stuart's mouth*

Hugh: *thanks the bartender for the cider and sips it while watching the pretty boys play*

Stuart: *drops one hand to press against the back of Ioan's, grinding slowly against his palm a moment before reaching to cup Ioan's cock*

Ioan: *breaks the kiss and starts nibbling along Stuart's neck, pressing his cock against Stuart's hand* *is momentarily thankful for the gates of hell, then starts cursing it again*

Stuart: *groans, letting his head drop back and his eyes close* *rubs along Ioan's cock, teasing in between the rings of the gates*

Ioan: *looks up at master desperately*

Hugh: *laughs* No. That stays on.

Keira: *is just watching from down the bar, because they're too pretty not to*

Stuart: *chuckles quietly, ducking his head to murmur in Ioan's ear* Poor thing, stuck with such a wicked master.

Ioan: *shivers* *whispers* Not so wicked. He promised me a beating later.

Hugh: *notices a woman in a black dress obviously watching the show* *nods at her*

Stuart: Mmm. *purrs, curling his fingers around Ioan's cock* Sounds delicious. Public? Or is he saving that for when you're alone?

Keira: *slips off her chair and wanders over to Hugh* Hello there... are both of these yours? *gestures to Ioan and Stuart*

Ioan: I don't know yet. Depends on how good I am.

Hugh: Hello. *smiles* No, just the one on the leash. The other one is house.

Keira: I admire your taste. They're very pretty. *sips*

Hugh: Thank you. *smiles at her* I'm Hugh Grant.

Stuart: *murmurs* Then let's make sure you're good. *lets Ioan's cock go, dropping his hand a little further to cup his balls instead*

Ioan: *whimpers* Thanks. Owe you one.

Keira: I know. *grins mischievously* I recognized you. I'm Keira Knightley. *offers her hand*

Stuart: *grins, flicking a look up through his lashes at Hugh and Keira, whispers in Ioan's ear* Of course, good can mean so many things. I bet he likes to watch you suffering, hm?

Hugh: *shakes hand* Pleased to make your acquaintance

Ioan: *grins* It's that obvious? *reaches up and tweaks Stuart's nipples*

Stuart: *sucks in a quick, sharp breath and squirms* The gates gave it away. *squeezes Ioan's balls gently*

Ioan: *gasps* Fuck. Give a boy some warning.

Stuart: *chuckles* Wouldn't be as fun if I did.

Keira: *watching Ioan and Stuart* have you thought about having him do public shows? I'd bet he colors up beautifully.

Ioan: *whimpers* True. *returns the squeeze*

Hugh: He does. I've had him in public a few times. I might do it tonight, if he earns it.

Keira: I'll have to make sure I'm around for that, then. *smiles*

Hugh: It might be a while. *takes a sip of his cider* He needs to earn it.

Stuart: *groans, squirming again, but carefully this time* *whispers, nipping at Ioan's earlobe between words* What do you have to do to earn it?

Ioan: Damned if I know. *leans back and gives Stuart a quick kiss across the lips*

Keira: *gestures with her glass* It's not like there's nothing to watch in the meantime, right?

Hugh: *smiles* I like to keep him busy.

Stuart: *tips his head slightly to one side, licks across Ioan's lips* Maybe we should ask.

Ioan: *shakes his head* It's always better if I don't poke master too hard, because then he makes it more difficult.

Stuart: Poor thing. *smirks, leaning down to lick across Ioan's collarbone*

Keira: I never fail to be amazed at how many famous people are members of the Citadel.

Ioan: *whimpers* *teases his fingers around Stuart's cock in retaliation*

Hugh: Why?

Stuart: *echoes the whimper, squirming his hips, slave bells chiming around his ankles* *nips at the side of Ioan's neck*

Keira: I'm not sure, really. It just makes me wonder.

Ioan: *strokes the bells* *smiles* Someone belled the cat.

Hugh: *nods* Understandable.

Stuart: *murmurs* Keeps me from running away. *smirks* And they sound fantastic when I'm dancing.

Ioan: You dance?

Ioan: *grins* And why would you want to run away?

Stuart: *nods, sliding his hands up Ioan's thighs to settle on his hips* I dance. And the only reason to run away is so they'll chase me.

Ioan: *licks his lips* Did master tell you about the hunt he was planning?

Stuart: *smirks, tugging lightly at hips* I've heard suggestions about it. Is he actually planning it, then?

Ioan: I don't know. I hope so, but master is a terrible tease.

Stuart: *rubs his cheek against Ioan's, leaving a faint smear of gold* Surely he wouldn't tease about this, would he?

Ioan: Hope not. *kisses Stuart's cheeks*

Stuart: Me, too. *shifts closer, easing a knee in between Ioan's thighs*

Ioan: *rubs himself against Stuart*

Stuart: *smiles slowly, wrapping one arm around Ioan's waist, hand splayed over his lower back and pulling him closer*

Ioan: *gets almost on top of Stuart, moaning*

Stuart: *chuckles quietly, the sound laced with a groan, and squirms, pressing his thigh against Ioan's cock*

Hugh: *watches them with a smirk*

Ioan: *almost screams*

Stuart: *murmurs in Ioan's ear, grinning* More? Less? What do you want, pretty?

Ioan: *smiles ruefully* Want to come. Can't have it.

Stuart: Poor pretty slave. *drags his tongue up the side of Ioan's neck* But it just means you get to suffer for your master.

Ioan: *groans* Y-yes. Love doing that.

Stuart: Maybe that's how you earn a public beating, hmm? *slides his hand around to rub against Ioan's cock again*

Ioan: Fuck! Hope so. *rubs against Stuart's hand, almost choking on the end of the leash*

Stuart: How long do you think he's going to let me torture you? *smirks, peeking up through his lashes at Hugh, fingers fitting between the rings of the gates and squeezing gently*

Ioan: Until he gets tired of watching. *looks up at Hugh* Master, please?

Hugh: I didn't tell you to stop. Is there a problem, Stuart?

Stuart: Oh, no, Sir. There's no problem. *lowers his gaze quickly, hand twisting around Ioan's cock*

Ioan: *yelps*

Hugh: *laughs* *orders a refill of cider*

Stuart: *smirks, dipping his head to nip at Ioan's ear* Could be worse, mate. Could be my mouth instead of my hand.

Hugh: *hears that, smirk grows wider* Capital idea, Stuart. Do it.

Ioan: *could cry*

Stuart: *almost laughs, manages to swallow the sound and moves back from Ioan a bit* Of course, Sir. *leans down to lick across the tip of Ioan's cock*

Ioan: *screams*

Hugh: *spits out his cider, thankfully into a napkin*

Keira: *laughs*

Hugh: *gives the leash more slack* That's it, Stuart.

Stuart: *glances up quickly at Hugh as he licks between the rings of the gates*

Hugh: *winks at Stuart*

Ioan: *bites down on his lip hard*

Stuart: *grins broadly a moment, then sucks the head of Ioan's cock into his mouth*

Ioan: *crosses his wrists above his head and concentrates on that*

Stuart: *slowly works his mouth down over the first two rings, licking and even nipping lightly at the skin between them*

Ioan: MASTER!

Keira: Your slave's misbehaving frightfully, even if it is that one's fault.
Keira: *grins mischievously*

Stuart: *fits his fingers between the remaining rings and squeezes, purring loudly*

Hugh: Misbehaving? *smiles* No. I think he's behaving perfectly.

Ioan: *bites skin off lip*

Stuart: *slides his mouth over the third ring, deliberately letting his teeth scrape both metal and skin*

Ioan: *screams*

Hugh: *takes a leisurely drink of his cider, then puts it down* Stuart. Stop.

Stuart: *whimpers, pulling away reluctantly, licking between each ring before he lets it go*

Hugh: That's a good boy. *pats his thigh* Crawl here, Stuart.

Stuart: *crawls over to Hugh, drawing out each movement into something slinking, prowling, until he can nuzzle against Hugh's leg*

Hugh: *dips his finger in the now-warm milk and wipes it on Stuart's lips*

Stuart: *moans softly, tipping his head back and watching Hugh as he slicks his tongue across his lips, licking away the milk*

Hugh: *whispers* Beautiful. *slides his finger into Stuart's mouth*

Stuart: *licks along Hugh's finger, closing his mouth around it and sucking lightly, eyes half open*

Hugh: *softly* That's a good boy.

Ioan: *watches from the floor, is relieved that he has a break in being tortured*

Stuart: *purrs, nipping lightly*

Hugh: *feeds Stuart more milk from his fingers*

Stuart: *licks and sucks the milk from Hugh's fingers, and even nuzzles at his hand like a cat seeking attention*

Hugh: *chuckles* What a cute kitty. *strokes his cheek, and puts the bowl of milk on the floor for Stuart*

Stuart: *purrs, leaning to lap up the milk, arching his spine and rubbing against Hugh's leg*

Hugh: *strokes Stuart's hair* *speaks softly with the bartender for a moment*

Stuart: *lifts his head from the bowl, pressing into the stroke of Hugh's hand and licking his lips* *glances around quickly, grinning and winking at Henry when he spots him*

Henry: *meanders over to bar, admiring the floor show as he passes* *grins at Stuart* *orders tonic water with a lime*

Hugh: *strokes the back of Stuart's head* Do you mind wearing a leash for me, kitty?

Stuart: *attention pulled back around to Hugh, he purrs low in his throat* No, Sir. I don't mind at all.

Hugh: Good. *takes the long leash from the bartender, wraps it around Stuart's neck and forms a loose collar, then tightens, using the long end as a leash*

Stuart: *lifts his head to let Hugh get the leash around his neck and shivers, closing his eyes, smiling almost dreamily as he leans against Hugh's leg*

Hugh: *strokes Stuart's hair* Gorgeous, boy.

Ioan: *rolls over, crawls back to master, and nudges his thigh*

Stuart: *lifts into the petting again, purring quietly, grins at Ioan*

Hugh: *tugs on Ioan's leash* Do you want your milk as well, slave?

Ioan: *nods*

Hugh: *puts Ioan's milk on the floor for him*

Ioan: *starts licking it up*

Hugh: *lifts Stuart's head up* And what should I do with you, hm, pet?

Stuart: *arches to press against Hugh's leg* Whatever you like, Sir.

Hugh: I want you to hurt for me.

Stuart: *shivers, letting out a little wanting mewl* Yes, please, Sir.

Hugh: Would you like a spanking, slut?

Stuart: *groans* God, yeah. *clears his throat* I mean... yes, please.

Hugh: *grins* *tugs on the leash* Very well. To the couches.

Keira: mind if I tag along and watch?

Hugh: Not at all.

Stuart: *drops forward onto hands and knees, ready to crawl after Hugh*

Hugh: *leads Stuart and Ioan to the couches, then sits down*

Stuart: *follows perfectly, right at Hugh's ankle, kneels when Hugh sits down, waiting*

Hugh: *looks over the two boys, a huge grin on his face, then strokes Stuart's face* You first, slave.

Stuart: *purrs* Thank you, Sir. *nuzzles Hugh's hand a moment before climbing up to drape himself over Hugh's lap*

Ioan: *whimpers and settles back on his knees*

Hugh: *slides Stuart's pants down*

Stuart: *whimpers, already squirming, closes his eyes and trembles in anticipation*

Hugh: *pinches the skin of Stuart's thigh* How many can you take?

Stuart: *yelps, automatically spreading his legs* Umm... as many as you can give, Sir.

Hugh: *tsks* That's not an answer, slave.

Stuart: *whimpers, biting down on his lower lip a moment, brow furrowed* *softly* I'm sorry, Sir. Ten, please.

Hugh: Much better. *gives him one hard*

Stuart: *yelps sharply, spine arching, squirming across Hugh's lap*

Hugh: Mm. Very nice, slut. I forgive you for your mistake. *gives him the second one*

Stuart: Thank... *cries out, interrupted by the next blow, and is still gasping for breath when he speaks again* Thank you, Sir.

Hugh: You're welcome. *gives Stuart three and four quickly*

Stuart: *cries out for the third one, but by the fourth he's groaning, rubbing himself shamelessly against Hugh's thigh*

Hugh: *is smirking evilly* Slave, if you ruin my suit, you won't be able to sit for a week.

Stuart: *whimpers, stilling himself with some effort, but grins* Is that permission to come, Sir?

Hugh: *growls* No.

Ioan: *facepalms*

Ioan: *notices Paul, smiles*

Stuart: *flinches, dropping the grin and taking on a more respectful tone* Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.

Hugh: That's twice. A third time and you'll have to find yourself another dominant. Do you understand?

Stuart: *softly* Yes, Sir. I understand.

Hugh: Good. *gives him another one on top of the last*

Stuart: *yelps, arching again, but quickly stills himself*

Hugh: Better. *finishes up the spanking*

Stuart: *keeps himself carefully still through the rest of it, but is free with his sounds, sharp cries and whimpers and wanting moans that end on a near sob when Hugh lands the last blow*

Hugh: *rubs Stuart's arse* Much more impressive.

Stuart: *groans, trembling in his efforts to keep from squirming* Th-thank you, Sir.

Hugh: *smiles down to him* Credit to your training, boy.

Stuart: *bites down on his lower lip and nods, turning his head to nuzzle against Hugh*

Hugh: *strokes Stuart's hair*

Stuart: *purrs quietly, shifting a bit but not daring to leave Hugh's lap yet*

Hugh: Good boy. *smiles* Do you want a blowjob?

Stuart: *hesitates, frowning faintly, then nods* *softly* Yes, Sir. If it pleases you.

Hugh: It does please me. *tangles his fingers in Stuart's hair* Slave, kneel up on the couch.

Ioan: *Finally!* *gets into position*

Stuart: Yes, Sir. *he's already breathless, and slides quickly from Hugh's lap to kneel on the couch*

Hugh: *wraps Ioan's leash around his wrist* Ioan, give him a blowjob.

Ioan: *grins* Yes, sir.

Stuart: *laces his fingers together behind his breath, cock hard, decorated with a silver ring, gaze locked on Ioan*

Ioan: *keeps his eyes on Stuart as he leans over and starts blowing him*

Stuart: *groans, clenching his fingers to keep from reaching for Ioan's hair, his hips rocking in quick little motions*

Ioan: *gives Stuart's cock quick little licks, doing his best to return all the torture Stuart gave him earlier*

Stuart: *drops his head back, breathing ragged, little whimpering mewls leaving him with every exhale* *shudders hard, all but writhing as he works his cock in Ioan's mouth* Oh, fuck.

Ioan: *swallows around Stuart's cock, then pushes forward, deepthroating him*

Stuart: *cries out, hands snapping forward to bury fingers in Ioan's hair* Oh, god, please... Sir, please....

Hugh: *tweaks Stuart's nipples* Go ahead.

Stuart: *pulls on Ioan's hair without meaning to, crying out again as he comes, arching his spine and holding Ioan to him*

Ioan: *swallows*

Hugh: Very good boy.

Stuart: *shudders, hips jerking with the aftershocks, a little whimper the only response he can manage for the moment* *finally eases his hold, letting Ioan pull back and deliberately tucking his hands behind him again*

Hugh: *wow* Excellent boy. *strokes Stuart's cheek*

Ioan: *pulls back, licking Stuart's cock clean*

Stuart: *groans, tipping his head to nuzzle against Hugh's hand, smiles slowly* Thank you, Sir. And thank you, Ioan.

Hugh: You're welcome, boy.

Stuart: *licks his lips, eyeing Ioan and leaning into Hugh* What would you like next, Sir?

Hugh: A drink. *ruffles Stuart's hair* And one for yourself.

Stuart: *smiles almost shyly* Yes, Sir. What would you like to drink? And do you mind if I stop to say hello to someone?

Hugh: No, I don't mind. And I'd like another of what I had.

Stuart: Yes, Sir. *slips off the couch, righting what little clothing he's wearing before heading for the bar to order another hot cider and a bottle of water*

Hugh: *strokes Ioan's hair* Need anything, slave?

Ioan: *crawls onto Hugh's lap* Just you, master.

Hugh: *wraps his arms around him*

Stuart: *while waiting for the drinks he leans, reaching to catch a lock of Henry's hair and give it a quick tug*

Stuart: Ooooh. *nods, then glances over quickly when the drinks are delivered* Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a drink to deliver. *leans to nip sharply at Henry's jaw* Have fun, luv.

Stuart: I'm around all night. *winks at George* Come find me later. Maybe I'll even be free to pay attention to you, Sir. *takes both drinks and heads back for Hugh and Ioan*

Hugh: *notices Stuart coming back*

Stuart: *kneels at Hugh's feet, setting the water bottle down before offering up the cider*

Hugh: Thank you, boy. *takes it*

Ioan: *grins at Stuart*

Stuart: My pleasure, Sir.

Hugh: *sips*

Hugh: What else could you do for me, slave?

Stuart: *peeks up through his lashes* Anything you like, Sir.

Hugh: Examples, slave.

Stuart: *drops his gaze, frowning faintly* *quietly* I'm sorry, sir. I could give you my mouth, Sir, or another display with your slave.

Hugh: I think we're set on that front. *ruffles Stuart* Why don't you run along, slave. I'll catch up to you sometime later in London.

Stuart: *softly* Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me serve you. *rolls easily to his feet, snagging his water bottle along the way*

Hugh: You're welcome. *strokes Ioan*

Ioan: *purrs*

Keira: I need another drink. *to Hugh* It was nice to meet you. And may I say, thank you for the lovely show.

Hugh: *smiles at her* You're welcome.

Hugh: *watches the interplay of people for a few moments, then turns to Ioan* *kisses his forehead, smiling* Now, let's get you beaten. *stands up, leads Ioan out of the room*

[Snip]

Hugh: *walks in with Ioan, who is walking next to him. Hugh's tie is loosened and Ioan's makeup has been washed off. Ioan looks well-beaten and well-fucked*

Ioan: *walks carefully behind master, rubbing his neck*

Hugh: *heads to the bar and orders a martini*

Hugh: *looks around*

Hugh: How are you feeling, boy?

Ioan: Very sore, master. Thank you.

Billy: *leans into Nic's embrace, loving how safe and secure he feels with him*

Nic: *smiles, hand tightens on Billy's neck* well then...we shall be there. *the answer to the question hanging between them plain, if Billy is listening*

Hugh: *notices Billy, raises his glass to him*

Billy: *looks up at Nic and smiles, still unsure* *nods at Hugh and raises his juice glass in response*

Hugh: *smiles, then looks over Nic in approval*

Nic: *following the motion of Billy's toast* friend of yours boy? *hand snakes down and around his waist, thumb under the edge of his corset, pressing hard* *whispers* yes...we will discuss it later boy...but you understood me.

Billy: *whimpers softly* Mr. Grant, sir, and thank you, sir. Your boy wasn't sure. *presses closer*

Ioan: *nuzzles Hugh's hand* May I have some water?

Hugh: Of course. *orders some not-freezing water for Ioan*

Nic: *kisses the top of Billy's head* I know the man's name boy. *fingers sliding under the corset, pinching*

Jules: *follows the direction of the others' gazes and sees Hugh, nods cordially and turns back, eyes laughing a little at the play between Nic and Billy*

Hugh: *nods back to Julian*

Hugh: *takes long, relaxing sip of martini and sighs happily*

Ioan: *sips water slowly*

Jules: *smirks when he sees the still slightly glazed look in Billy's eyes but doesn't say anything, not wanting to intrude* *looks over again towards Hugh*

Hugh: *looks suggestively at Julian*

Jules: *softly* Excuse me, gentlemen. *saunters over to Hugh, once again flipping the short cape over his shoulder*

Hugh: *offers hand* Hello, Julian.

Jules: *smiles and takes the offered hand* Hugh, it's been ages. I was beginning to wonder if you'd dropped off the face of the earth. *eyes cut briefly to Ioan* I see now that you had more than ample reason to shun society.

Hugh: Well, he does keep me busy. How've you been?

Jules: I've been really quite well, thank you...Home for the last three weeks or so, resting up before heading to the States. And you, Hugh?

Hugh: I've been very well. Negotiating more work, beating my slave.

Jules: *chuckles* What more is there?

Hugh: Drinks. *grins*

Jules: *winks* Absolutely. *gestures to Hugh's glass* What are you having?

Hugh: A peach martini.

Jules: *nods and snags a passing server, ordering Hugh's peach martini and another San Benedetto for himself*

Ioan: *smiles to himself*

Jules: *to Hugh before letting the server go* Anything for your slave?

Hugh: He has a drink. He can't have anything hard after being beaten.

Ioan: *grins and shifts in a way that pulls his skin against his bruises* *whimpers*

Jules: *nods and shoos the server on her way* *hears Ioan's whimper and raises an amused eyebrow at Hugh*

Hugh: *smiles almost innocently*

Jules: *thoughtful look* You know, I almost believe that. No wonder you get top dollar. *eyes twinkling*

Hugh: You have to beat them, hard and often. It keeps them in line.

Jules: *nod* Oh, I completely concur. There's really no incentive like the promise of a good beating.

Hugh: Incentive. *licks his lips* One way to put it.

Jules: Hmmmm...Indeed.

Hugh: Would you like to see the marks?

Jules: *wicked gleam lights his eyes* Why yes, I'd love to.

Hugh: Excellent. Slave?

Ioan: *goes to his knees and presents, showing off the marks on his back*

Jules: *moves a little to the side so he's not blocking the light* *doesn't touch but reaches out and traces the pattern of one shoulder in the air a few inches above it* Lovely pattern...

Hugh: Thank you. *watches Julian's hand* You can touch, but only lightly.

Ioan: *braces himself*

Jules: *glances at Hugh and nods his appreciation* *lets the agile, sensitive fingers dance delicately over Ioan's shoulders* *softly* Your Master's played a symphony of pain on you tonight.

Ioan: *whimpers* Thank you, Mr. McMahon

Hugh: *watches*

Jules: Oh, don't thank me. You should be thanking your Master. *lets his hand continue to roam*

Ioan: I have, sir. At length.

Jules: *finally pulls hand away, smile in his voice* Good boy. *to Hugh* He really is exceptional.

Hugh: Thank you. He was trained here.

Jules: *nods* Well, that explains a lot. *grins*

Hugh: Yes. He's a credit to his training.

Jules: *eyes back on Ioan and his lovely posture* That he is, my friend.

Ioan: *smiles to himself*

Hugh: Yes. Would you like to try his mouth?

Jules: *cocks his head* I think that would suit me perfectly, Hugh, thank you.

Ioan: *opens his mouth wide*

Jules: *has to fuss for a minute to get to the opening of his trousers in the elaborate costume*

Ioan: *waits happily*

Jules: *finally frees his cock, giving it a few lazy strokes as he circles Ioan, closing in* *smears the tip across the boy's bottom lip*

Ioan: *leans forward and starts licking*

Jules: *keeps hold of the base for now, hissing at the first contact*

Ioan: *gives Julian a good blowjob*

Jules: *wanting to see what the boy can do, simply rests his hands on Ioan's head, letting him do his thing*

Ioan: *likes being allowed to impress sir* *does his best*

Hugh: *watches carefully*

Jules: *lets himself come quickly, only shoving himself down the boy's throat the last few thrusts* *pets Ioan's hair back into place* Well done. *looking at Hugh over the boy* Thank you.

Hugh: You're welcome. *pats his thigh* Here, boy.

Ioan: *crawls over to Hugh and nuzzles his leg*

Jules: *watches as he does up his trousers* *wistful look crosses his features but is gone so quickly, it's debatable it was ever there*

Hugh: *sits back down at the bar, Ioan at his feet*

Jules: *picks up his glass and finishes his drink* *smile* You're a lucky man, my friend.

Hugh: Thank you. Have you ever had a house submissive? They're very good at what they do.

Jules: *shrugs* Oh, I've thought about it, having someone with me on the road but really, I can come up with as many cons as pros.

Hugh: You can get them for a short amount of time, if you'd like. Just to blow off some steam.

Ioan: *whimpers, rubbing himself against Hugh*

Hugh: *strokes Ioan's hair* Need anything, slave?

Ioan: *fails to cover his yawn* Your slave is tired, master.

Hugh: I can see that. *finishes martini and pushes back, nodding a goodbye to Julian* Let's get to bed, Ioan.

Ioan: Yes, master. Thank you. *smiles shyly as he follows him out*