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