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      Published: 2016-05-31 Updated: 2017-02-05 Chapters: 9/? Words: 21968
****** Precious To Me ******
by LadyIsabella
Summary
     Lord Adam Lambert is a wealthy Victorian gentleman with certain and
     very specific tastes...At his luxurious manor house he has everything
     to suit his desires, all waiting to pleasure him. His favourite,
     Bradley -better known outside the manor as Lady Eleanor Blackwood-
     dresses in fine silk dresses and has become the perfect Victorian
     Lady, there is talk of marriage between 'her' and Lord Adam.
     How will Bradley take the arrival of a similarly small, blonde young
     man...younger than himself and more innocent than Brad could ever
     hope to be?
     (UPDATE: 05/02/2017...NEW CHAPTER IS UP! Sorry about so much time
     away! I suck :( But I'm back and hopefully real life will go away now
     lol)
***** Innocence *****
                                    London
                                     1851
                                        
Lord Adam Lambert, Adam to his friends, stared out of the carriage window as
the docklands of London whipped passed with cool blue eyes, shaded by long
raven black hair. He normally did not come here himself, preferring to send one
his servants here to oversee the buying of a new boy; his most trusted knew
exactly what he wanted and did not, and what questions to ask of the
seller...but this time he was intrigued and had to come himself.
 
If the boy was half what he was described Adam was sure he would be returning
with a purchase and a delightful night ahead of him with said new acquirement.
Still Silas was known to brag about new additions to gain trade so Adam was not
holding out much hope.
 
He sat back from the window and adjusted his midnight blue frock coat, under
which was a cream waistcoat, white shirt and blue cravat. He wore tight black
trousers and high polished black boots. Upon the chair next to him lay his
great coat, cane and top hat.
 
As they drove onwards he reflected upon the past view weeks. He had gain
notoriety in parliament and much standing, as well as having several new
marriage proposals put to him. That amused him but he knew he would soon have
to accept one, for appearance sake, nothing more. Although not well known,
hardly known in fact but for a few select people and members of a certain club,
Lord Lambert had no interest in woman...his interests lay elsewhere and right
now they lay with what Silas had procured for him.
 
His carriage drew to a stop and Adam pulled on his greatcoat, picked up his hat
and cane and stepped out when his manservant opened the door; Anthony had been
a servant to his family since his father was a young man and was as much a
second father to Adam as his own had been. He nodded in thanks to him and said,
"Stay with the coach. I will not be long." He put on his hat before setting off
down a small alley way to a shop front, decorated plainly and advertising that
it sold books and maps; which it did...though the books were of the banned kind
and depicted every kind of vice imaginable. Adam had a few himself and it
amused him to show his new boys the pictures and watch them blush.
 
He pushed open the door and a little bell jingled, signally his arrival. A man
came out from the back and said, "Ah, Mr. Smith! Welcome back." All patrons
were referred to as Smith due to the fact that their proclivities for their own
gender were frowned upon at best, and illegal and punishable by prison at
worst. "It has been some time since we last saw you. I trust you are keeping
well? Perhaps I can interest you in something very rare..."
 
The man placed a red leather bound book on the scrubbed counter and opened it;
inside, depicted in stunning detail and colour were pictures of men engaged in
all manner of sexual acts, many very acrobatic. "It is the expressions that
makes it rare...see how the artist has captured the pleasure and pain upon the
faces? Simply exquisite."
 
Adam gave it a glance then chuckled. "I am afraid I am not here for such, rare
it is. Silas informed me that he may have something for me."
 
The man looked disappointed until Adam mentioned Silas. "Oh!" He closed the
book and put it away under the counter. "Yes, yes, I remember now. A most rare
thing indeed he has! New in and untouched, Silas made sure to verify as he knew
you liked that. Come through," he waved Adam around the counter and led him
into the back room then up a narrow flight of dark stairs. He strode down a
corridor to a room and opened it.
 
"I am sure," Adam answered and followed, eagerness fizzing in his blood. He
walked the familiar route and waited behind as the man opened the door. He was
ushered inside and found himself in a room decorated with colourful linen and
pillows upon the floor in the style of the orient. It was a fixture here that
rooms were different styles for parties and the like. However it was the young
man standing in the centre that interested Adam.
 
The young man, though to Adam he would always be a boy whatever his age, stood
still though he was nervous and kept his eyes down. He was wearing nothing and
seemed self-conscious. Adam noticed his hands were tied behind his back. He
glanced at the other man in question.
 
"Oh, kept trying to cover himself, sir. Silas wanted him to learn not to."
 
"I see," Adam said and turned his eyes back. He looked downwards at the boy's
cock and smirked. It was pretty and just the right size; he liked his boys to
be small and delicate. They, after all, rarely fucked anything but perhaps a
maid's mouth or on a special occasion each other. "His age?"
 
"Seventeen sir," the man answered promptly and came to stand nearby, ready to
do as he was asked.
 
Adam nodded and ran his hands slowly up the boy's slender body. He was smooth
and soft of skin; perfect. He noticed the boy shivered at his touch and kept
his head down. Adam reached out and gripped his chin, forcing the boy to look
at him. Deep chocolate brown eyes met his, peering out widely from a mop of
soft blonde hair. "He is pretty I'll give Silas that."
 
"Very, sir. We have had much interest in him but Silas was most insistent you
should look him over first."
 
"I am glad. I would hate to have missed this. He is untouched?"
 
The man nodded. "Yes, sir. Would you like to...." He trailed off.
 
Adam smirked and stroked the boy's cheek. "Oh yes, I think so."
 
"Right you are, sir," the man came over and barked an order at the boy, "On
your knees. Head down."
 
The boy dropped to his knees and quickly obeyed. "Legs open boy, you know what
to do."
 
He opened his legs and arched his back, putting his ass on display.
 
"Does he have a name?" Adam asked, looking down at the display.
 
"Tommy, sir."
 
"Good boy, Tommy," Adam purred and circled around him until he had a view of
the boy's ass. He knelt down himself and stroked a hand over the soft skin
before pulling apart Tommy's cheeks until his hole was revealed. Adam smiled.
It was small, tight looking and very pretty...just how he liked it. As he held
the boy apart his hole gave a little flutter; a sure sign the boy had a hunger
for cock.
 
 He sucked a finger into his mouth then slowly probed Tommy's hole, running his
finger over the outside while listening to the hushed little gasps and moans
the boy made. Finally Adam eased his finger inside, causing Tommy to gasp and
tense up.
 
He found him very tight, and, using his knowledge and experience, a virgin, as
Silas had said. "He is very tight," Adam confirmed, sounding pleased. "And if
his reactions are true...he desires a cock in him. Badly. I would say this
little hole will need filling daily, several times, to keep him docile." He
slowly fucked his finger in and out as he talked, loving the tightness and
imaging having the boy on his cock.
 
The man nodded. "Silas said the same sir. We gave him a daily enema, since he
came a week ago, and Silas said the boy moaned and writhed like a whore when he
was filled."
 
"Really? How sweet." Adam slowly pulled his finger out then hold the boy's ass
cheeks apart again to watch his hole wink once or twice before he let him go.
"Boy's like him need to be filled, and men such as myself are duty bound to
help the poor creatures." He stood up and had the man pull Tommy to his feet.
"How about his mouth? Has it been trained or used?"
 
"Not by flesh, sir. We have him train with this," he fetched a wooden phallus.
"He works two hours or more a day sir. And once or twice we've found him
asleep, suckling it contently like a babe at the breast."
 
Tommy blushed and looked down, only to find his cock growing hard.
 
Adam chuckled. "I see. I have many such devices at home...I will see he is well
cared for in that regard." He reached out and slowly ran a hand down from
Tommy's should to the gentle curve of his ass, "Now...about price...pounds or
guineas?
 
The man nodded and clasped his hands together. He always hated this bit. Silas
was so much more experienced in dealing with it...if the price started too high
it might put certain men off, but too low and they would be insulted. However
he knew the man before him well enough and could judge is reactions...he wanted
the boy and would pay. However he would still bargain. No decent gentleman
would think of not arguing down the price, on principle. "Um, well Mr. Smith,
Silas was...he was reckoning how as the lad's untouched and highly sought
after-"
 
"Just tell me the figure," Adam snapped, his eyes and fingers tracing Tommy's
skin.
 
"Forgive me," the man stammered, "Um...75 guineas?"
 
Adam's eyes flicked up to the man quickly. He would have happily paid double,
triple that even, to have this exquisite creature marked as his. However he
said, "75? For one slave?" He removed his hand from Tommy and rubbed his chin.
"I could buy myself a harem of boys for that..." he glanced at Tommy and
scoffed.”He's pretty, I grant you, but pretty boys are ten a penny down the
docks. I'll give you 40 guineas; that is being generous."
 
"I-I..." The man stammered, unsure of what to say. Silas would be
displeased...very displeased with 40. However he knew he would never get more
from anyone else. "Um...45? Including an outfit of your choice?"
 
"Done," Adam said, smirking. "And I know just the outfit..." He pulled himself
away from his new boy and came over to whisper, ensuring Tommy could not
overhear, "You remember, of course, my current favourite? Bradley, as he was
once known?"
 
"Y-yes, sir," the man answered, feeling himself blush when he thought of that
particular little minx...he really had mistaken him for...he swallowed and
quickly focussed again. "We have such an outfit, if you are sure? Actually we
have a few...which colour do you think?"
 
Adam looked over at Tommy. He smiled. "I think perhaps white or a pale blue or
pink."
 
He bowed hastily as Adam spoke. "I shall go and fetch them at once, and a do
you require help? We have a maid who can assist in dressing."
 
"No, I do not think so." Adam chuckled and moved back to Tommy, gently stroking
his cheek. "I am well versed in how to dress my boys." He waited until the man
had left then gently untied Tommy's hands, rubbing away the pain with strong
hands. "Are you all right, boy?"
 
Tommy swallowed. Was he? Should he talk? He hadn't be allowed to before. He
stared up into the bright blue eyes and felt calm, relaxed and safe. He nodded
slowly, "Y-yes, um...sir. I am fine..." he gave a little shiver as the room was
cold to those to were stark naked and on display.
 
Adam frowned and gently pull him close, "Here. You will be dressed soon, do not
worry." He held the boy, gently rubbing his hands up and down his skin to warm
him. He could not help but let his hands linger on Tommy's ass; it was perfect
and he could hardly contain his excitement at the thought he would soon have
his cock buried nice and deep in said ass. He knew he would have to be patient
though...the boy was untouched and despite giving all appearances that he was
eager for cock, he would need to be coaxed and opened slowly.
 
He found himself remembering the first time he had fucked Brad...God he had
been a little cock-whore. Hardly needed any prep and begged to be fucked open.
Adam remembered the feel of Brad's slender body under him, his soft thighs
spread open willingly as he pushed inside that tight, wonderful heat for the
first time, feeling the body under him give in, let him in, all the while Brad
moaned and writhed, egging on his Master...he groaned softly then smirked when
he felt Tommy tense, perhaps worried he had done something wrong.
 
"Hush," he soothed the boy and stroked his hair. "You're safe with me, do not
be scared..."
 
A moment later Silas's man returned, dragging large trunk behind him.
"Everything is in here, sir. Please take your time." He bowed and left, this
time closing the door. Adam gently let go of Tommy and opened the chest. Inside
he picked up a pair of delicate undergarments, small and hardly covering
anything, they would tie either side of the hips. He brought them over to Tommy
and smiled. "Here, step into these.
 
Tommy did as he was bit, blushing scarlet as Adam slowly slid the scrap of
cotton up his legs to settle on his skinny hips. He kept still as they were
tied in place then gasped softly when Adam's hand cupped his cock and balls.
 
"When we get home I will secure your little cock in a cage, to prevent any
touching..." He winked. "Once I know you can be a good boy I may let you remove
it otherwise it stays on until I wish to use your cock."
 
Adam moved away and then returned with a pair of white silk stockings and two
garters. Tommy's eyes widened and he swallowed; these were...they were women's
clothes! But he remained docile as his new Master slowly slid the stockings up
each of his legs and tied the garters in pretty bows, just above his knees. "Of
course," Adam continued, "your cock is not my primary interest...that pretty
ass of your is but on occasion I may wish to see you hard for me. Or else
perhaps give you a treat and let you fuck one of the maid's mouths...Would you
like that?"
 
Tommy swallowed again. He had no idea what the right answer was. It seemed he
did not need to answer though as Adam carried on while he fetched what Tommy
recognised as a corset from the chest. "Or maybe you would like to fuck one of
the maid's?" A chemise went over Tommy's head and settled at his knees. "Would
you like to fuck a maid, boy? Perhaps I could fuck you while you fuck her..."
 
Next Adam went around the back of Tommy and slipped the corset over his head.
"Now I am going to lace you up but not too tight, tell me if it hurts." With
practiced skill and ease the smartly dressed man who was now to be his Master
laced him into the corset. He was true to his word and did not pull it so tight
as to restrict Tommy’s breathing, merely tight enough that it stayed on and
held him securely.  “Is that painful?” Adam asked gently, his hands on the
boy’s shoulders.
 
Tommy shook his head slowly, “N-no, sir…Master, I mean.”
 
“You have no need to be so nervous,” Adam said quietly, his tone gentle,
soothing almost, “I will not punish you for a little mistake or for being
scared. It is natural…until we are better acquainted. I will not force myself
on you, boy. Do not be scared that I will. When I take you,” he leant in and
ghosted his teeth over Tommy’s pulse point, “I will make sure you are writhing,
desperate and begging for my cock.”
 
The boy blushed scarlet and looked down at the man’s words, unable to reply but
for a soft squeak.
 
Adam chuckled. “Now for your dress. I do not intend for you to always be in
such…My dear Bradley would be jealous to see his position taken by a younger
model. No. Not all the time…but perhaps occasionally. One with your skin should
show it off.” He stepped away and searched through the trunk then brought out a
simple dress in sky-blue, decorated with white piping and a white sash and bow
at the back. The gown came with several petticoats to bulk out the skirt.
 
Once the petticoats were on and tied in place around Tommy’s slender waist Adam
lifted the dress reverently over Tommy’s head and helped him into it, then
laced it up and tied the sash in place. He strode around Tommy and stood in
front of him, looking him up and down. “Hmm…beautiful,” he whispered softly,
unable to tear his eyes from the creature before him. The dress suited the boy
and went well with his blonde hair.
 
That was something else he would have to attend to. The boy’s hair. It would
have to be styled and neatened up. Adam’s mind drifted to thoughts of Brad and
he smirked to himself; Bradley had been growing his own blonde locks since he
was 15 and now his hair reached his waist. He would spend hours curling and
styling his hair, decorated it with pins, combs and various other things…though
Adam delighted in seeing his hair loose when they were abed together.
 
He was brought back to his presence company and smiled when he saw Tommy
running his hands up and down the bodice, marvelling at the feel of silk. “Oh,
I forgot,” Adam said, seeing the boy’s bare fingers. “Here,” he handed over a
short pair of white gloves, designed to have a snug fit and buttoned with
mother of pearl. “Put these on. I would have your hands soft and protected, not
rough like a servant’s.”
 
Tommy obeyed, handling the gloves with the same reverence that his Master had
handled the dress he now wore. He had never worn nor held anything so
expensive. He slipped the gloves on and went to button them but Adam stopped
him, only to gently button them himself. He bent his head and pressed a soft
kiss to the skin just above the glove on Tommy’s left hand.
 
“Beautiful,” he repeated then smiled. “Now for your stockings and boots, then
we may leave before it grows too late. I would not have you tired tomorrow.” He
lead Tommy to the chest and, after removing a pair of silk stocks and a pair of
highly polished black boots that would reach tommy’s calves, he closed the
chest and tapped it. “Place your foot up here for me.”
 
The boy did as he was bid and blushed as the movement caused his skirt to rise
up a little. He felt more exposed than he had done when standing naked.
 
Adam merely winked and lifted the skirt yet higher, exposing Tommy’s legs up to
the knee. “Hold your skirts for me, sweet one,” he said and fetched the first
stocking. He slowly and carefully began to roll it up the bare leg that was
presented, taking care to run his hands over the soft skin as he did so. Once
the stocking rested just above Tommy’s knee, Adam gently pulled the ribbons
tight to secure it. He did the same with the other, securing them in neat bows
then stood, staring down at the boy’s legs with lust in his eyes.
 
“God…I could have you right now,” he whispered and pulled Tommy to him, causing
the boy to drop his skirts with a soft yelp of confusion. Adam held him close,
his hands around the boy’s slender waist, his nose buried in his hair.
“Mmm…Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away. “We need to go…before I do something I
regret.” He ran his hand through his own hair then stepped back, gently
rearranging Tommy’s dress so he looked presentable.
 
He fished out the boots and a cloak. “Here, put these on as quickly as you can.
Already I have been here too long…” he winked and sat down on the chest to
watch Tommy, unable to take his eyes off his newest prize.
 
God…he was going to have so much fun with this one. He could hardly wait to see
Bradley’s face when he beheld this innocent creature. The little harlot would
be dying to play with him. Adam smirked a little at thoughts of Brad and what
was to come…
***** New Boots *****
Chapter Summary
     Short chapter! Sorry xD Porn to follow with a flashback though :
     P Stay tuned!
Tommy hardly noticed as he was lead, cloaked with a hood over his light hair,
down the stairs and out into the street. All he did notice was that his new
Master held his hand gently and guided him. For a long while he felt safe.
“Come,” Adam said softly when they stood outside the shop, “my carriage is just
down here. We shall be home soon and then I think a bath is in order for you,
my sweet.” He must have caught Tommy’s look of confusion and stopped. “What is
it?” He asked gently, coaxing the shy boy to speak more; he disliked those
Masters who forbade their slaves to have any sense of self…he liked his to be
their own people, as much as he could anyway. And he had always be a sucker for
a mouthy little thin…Hence Brad.
 
The boy beside him struggled to formulate a sentence suddenly, perhaps as it
had just hit him that they were alone and on the way to his new home. He
swallowed and bit his lip, not used to being allowed to have a view or ask
questions. “But…baths are for…” he blushed and added, so quietly that Adam
nearly missed it, “for better people than me…I…don’t deserve…” Tommy stopped
and looked down, sure he had overstepped and was about to be punished.
 
Adam stared at him, dumfounded for a moment. “Don’t deserve…” he trailed off,
shaking his head in astonishment. He sighed, suddenly aware of how very
different their lives have been up to this point. After a moment of silent
thought he reached down and brought Tommy’s chin upwards so the boy was forced
to look at him. “You deserve everything, sweet boy. Do not cheapen yourself.”
 
He trailed his thumb over Tommy’s plump lips, an idea occurring to him as he
did so. Adam had to pull away as images of those delicious, soft lips wrapped
around his cock cause him to nearly lose control again. “Come,” he repeated,
striding off down the street.
 
Tommy hurried after him, slightly unsteady in the stiff, restricting boots that
felt so strange on his feet; he had been used to worn boots, the leather soft
and cracked from years of wear before he got them, then when he sold himself to
save his parents from the poor house he had never had shoes…he had not needed
them. These boots were like new, still hard and they held his feet and lower
legs straight. He tottered after Adam then stopped when a carriage came into
view.
 
Adam was speaking quietly to the man who stood beside it; to Tommy this new
person looked very smartly dressed and might have been a gentlemen…it would not
be long before he learned to recognise nobility and the servants of nobles, who
admittedly were dressed better than most merchants and the like. Tommy stumbled
over and kept his eyes down, glad of the hood on his cloak which have him the
illusion of being hidden.
 
“Tommy? In you get,” Adam called and held out his hand to his boy. When Tommy
took it he opened the carriage door and helped him inside. “Take a seat, I will
not be a moment.” He smiled at him then closed the carriage door once more.
 
“Is he all you wished for, sir?” Anthony asked quietly while he attended to the
horses, making them ready to leave.
 
“More than,” Adam answered, equally as quiet. “He is perfect. Everything I
could have wanted and more…”
 
Anthony smiled a knowing smile. “Miss Eleanor will be jealous, sir, if she
thinks you’re replacing her.”
 
Bradley was always referred to as Miss or Lady Eleanor within the house; only
Adam ever called him Brad or similar. Adam sighed and tapped his cane on the
ground as he thought. “Possibly. But I am sure I can placate the Lady easily
enough.” He hoped at least. Brad had never shown much jealously to any other
dalliance of Adam’s –and there had been plenty…too many to count- and in fact
Brad had joined him in bed with more than a few of them! But…Anthony was right;
Brad would see the difference between those others and Tommy…Tommy was like he
had once been; innocent, untouched, and ripe for the plucking.
 
Not that Adam wished to replace Brad. Far from it. He…cared for Brad in a way
he had never cared for anyone else. Brad had been a constant in his life since
he was sixteen and Adam was nineteen. They had grown and learned together. Adam
had been a virgin, having never been allowed much freedom by his overbearing
father. When he bought Brad, the day after his father’s death, he had been so
unsure, so nervous, whereas Bradley, who was a slave and rightfully should have
been the one who was nervous, calmed him down and showed him what he was
missing.
 
Their first time had been clumsy and messy, through no fault of Brad’s…It was
Adam who had been so nervous he could barely keep his hands from shaking….
***** First Times Are Always Awkward. *****
Chapter Summary
     Flashback to Brad and Adam's first time...8 Years before Adam meets
     and buys Tommy. Adam is inexperienced and shy but very, very willing
     to learn!
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the wait! :( I suck! Work just took over and I was only
     managing a few paragraphs a day :( But do not dispair! I have not
     lost faith or anything :P I just wanted it to be good enough for you
     guys...I hope it is!
     Non Beta'd so all mistakes are mine, though I did try to correct
     them! Enjoy :P
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                 Chapter_Three
                              8_Years_Previously
                                     1843
                                        
Nineteen year old Adam Lambert, newly made Lord after his father’s death the
previous evening, swallowed. He stared at the boy that stood by his bed, unsure
what to do or say. It had seemed so easy that morning when he instructed
Anthony, his father’s…now his manservant, to go out and buy him a boy. All he
had said was he wanted someone pretty, young and willing.
 
Now he was not so confident. It was not that the boy he now owed had
disappointed him when Anthony had brought him to Adam’s rooms…far from it. Adam
had stared in thinly concealed wonder at the boy and had nearly blushed when he
realised the boy was naked. He manged to hide the blush, or so he thought, but
still…
 
 Bradley, that was his name. And he was beautiful. Adam couldn’t help but stare
at his naked form, so perfectly shaped, so…he sighed.
 
“I…Um…Are you not cold?” He asked the boy by the bed. It was all he could think
to ask. Anything rational and intelligent had left him.
 
The boy smiled impishly and shook his head, his shoulder length blonde hair
swirled when he moved. “No, sir, but,” Brad giggled softly before adding, “if
you want…I know a way to warm us up.”
 
Adam blushed that time, much to the younger boy’s delight. “I…I have not…I do
not know…” He stopped and looked mortified.
 
However rather than making fun or teasing him, Bradley came forward and looked
concerned, and perhaps a little guilty. “Forgive me, sir. I was not laughing at
you or…or being mean. Forgive me. I just thought you might like to…sample me?”
 
“I would not know…where to start,” Adam whispered, averting his eyes to stop
himself from staring.
 
“So…you really are…a virgin?” Brad seemed more amazed than anything when Adam
nodded slowly. “I…I’ve never had a Master who was inexperienced,” he admitted,
slightly taken aback by it all. A slave was normally the one who was
untouched…not the Master. They had always known what they wanted and how to get
it. Brad was standing before a blushing giant, who towered over him in height
and muscle. It was a new and not altogether unwelcome experience. He had never
known power but at sixteen here he was…in charge of this situation.
 
He stared up at his new Master, taking in his dark hair and bright, piercing
blue eyes. There was a kindness in his features, a softness that Brad wanted to
see someday come out…however for now he wanted another kind of emotion. Bradley
slowly sank to his knees, making sure to keep eye contact with Adam. “Do you
want to me show you a few things, sir? I am very skilled…with my mouth…”
 
Adam blushed again and swallowed then choked nearly when he tried to speak and
stop himself at the same time. By the time he had recovered Bradley had his
hands upon the buttons of Adam’s trousers. He did not have any desire to stop
the boy and in truth was keen to see just what he had got himself into! He
watched, in rapture, as his slave skilfully and quickly unbuttoned his trousers
and eased them down slightly so they hung loose around his muscled thighs.
 
Next Adam felt –he had looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep calm as
every time he looked downwards he would catch sight of Brad’s face and soft
hair and feel himself losing control- his undergarments join his trousers
around his thighs. The kiss of cool air upon heated flesh however forced him to
look down once more; the sight nearly broke him there and then.
 
Brad sat on his knees before Adam, he gazed with hunger and lust in his eyes at
Adam’s cock, which was half hard and flirting with the idea of growing ever
harder. “Oh…” was all Brad said, which cause Adam to blush once more.
 
“Is…is it bad? I have never...I have never seen anyone…else’s so I…” Adam
stuttered out and made to pull up his pants.
 
Brad stopped him with gentle hands and shook his head, smiling warmly up at his
shy Master. “Hush, do not be so nervous, sir. Your cock is…perfect,” he said,
smirking a little. “So big too. I find it hard to believe you have never been
overcome with the desire to enter some pretty boy and know true pleasure.”
 
At this Adam went scarlet, he was now hazily convinced that no blood existed
anywhere inside him now but for his face and cock, which twitched at Brad’s
talk and grew harder still. “I did not have the…” he struggled to find the
words, “power I guess to do as I wished. I had seen…God I had seen so many I
wanted but my father…he would not have approved. I tried, once, to…” he blushed
and looked away, more ashamed than anything, “I tried to sleep with a maid. She
was willing and…pretty but I could not do it. I tried but when she took off her
dress I just panicked and left.”
 
The boy at his feet listed without making comment or teasing; he did not know
personally what it was like to deny who you were…he had always known he
favoured his own sex and when the Priest at the Orphanage found him and another
boy in bed, naked, Brad had not been too disappointed to be sold. He had been
destined to be sold to the mines but a mix-up led him to the wealthy pleasure
market…and his new life began.
 
However he had had enough Masters who were married, some with children, to know
that being open was not allowed. It irked him that Adam could not be himself
outside…still, here he did not have to hide. “You won’t have to run off from
me,” Brad promised with a wink. He ran his hands slowly up the backs of Adam’s
thighs, delighting in the feel of hard muscle under soft skin. His hands went
further to cup the tense globes of Adam’s fine, fine ass. “Mmm…so strong, sir.
Here, I’ve got you, don’t you panic,” he comforted then slowly leant forward,
keeping his eyes on Adam’s face until the last moment when he parted his lips
and drew Adam’s long, hard, weeping length into his warm mouth.
 
Adam gasped, his hand going to Brad’s long hair in shock. God. The heat…the
softness…the pleasure! It was so good…He groaned low in his throat and arched
into the pleasure. The feel of Brad’s mouth on his cock, combined with the
boy’s hands on his ass was nearly enough to make Adam go over the edge right
there.
 
When Brad pulled back Adam groaned and kept a grip on his hair, unwilling to
let him get too far away; he need not have worried however…Brad was going
nowhere! He glanced up at Adam and smirked, his lips slightly red and wet. He
looked debauched –a look that he wore well, as Adam was soon to learn- and
sinful and…so right.
 
“Does that mean I should carry on?” He asked, knowing full well what the answer
would be.
 
Instead of speaking Adam pulled Brad closer by his hair, his thumb found Brad’s
lips and he gently parted them, “Yes.” He moved forward and slowly eased his
cock back into the heat and wetness. “Mmm…God,” he breathed softly as Brad
began to suck and lick at his length. Adam pushed a little deeper then he felt
the soft flutter and constriction of Brad’s throat.
 
He panicked a few seconds later however when Brad tugged at Adam’s thighs and
forced himself backwards with a gasp.
 
“Sorry! Sorry! Oh, did I hurt you? I did not mean to-“ Adam started, looking
stricken and ready, once again, to back out of the entire thing.
 
“No,” Brad quickly reassured him with a smile, “just…give me some warning
first. You are hardly small.”
 
Adam blushed and nodded. “Can…Can I try again?”
 
“Do you want to finish in my mouth? Or would you rather try…my ass?”
 
“Oh…” Adam swallowed, thoughts and images flashing in his mind; he had seen
pictures in books and such but had never experienced it. But…now he could have
everything, if he wished it. He nodded shyly. “I want…to try…it.”
 
“Try what?” Brad pressed, keen to get Adam to talk about his desire openly,
even if it was here, in the safety of his rooms.
 
The young Lord struggled for a moment then managed to say, his voice cracking
with embarrassment. “I want to…try…your ass.”
 
Brad grinned and sat back on his heels. “Good…I’m very tight, sir. You’ll love
it.” He rose to his feet gracefully and skipped to the bed, leant over and
stared back at Adam, his ass pushed out almost as an offering.
 
Adam stood staring, dumbstruck once more…though with less dignity this time,
with his trousers around his thighs and his erect cock standing to attention.
He took several slow steps towards Brad until he was behind him, hardly any air
between them but they did not touch. Not yet. He was half convinced he did not
deserve to touch such a beautiful creature.
 
He could only watch in shocked awe as Brad reached over to the bedside table
and dipped his fingers in a small bowl of oil that he had not noticed before.
Adam frowned at it, unsure how it had got there or who put it there…
 
Brad answered his unspoken question, having seen his frown. “Your
manservant…he…he brought it up after he left me here, before you came. He…he
seemed to think you would not…know…” The boy trailed off and smiled at Adam’s
slightly embarrassed look. “Everyone was a virgin once, sir, do not be
embarrassed.”
 
When Adam did not answer, merely blushed, Bradley took it as his cue to reach
back and slowly push his middle finger inside his tight hole. He moaned softly,
his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure of being filled. “You…you have to
start slowly, sir, but once you have a slave who has taken your cock several
times a day…it will be easier. If you fuck me enough…I may need little
stretching,” he said, aware that Adam knew little and would have to learn. He
trusted that in a few days his new Master would have it set in his mind…though
there was much to learn. Bradley could not wait to explore it all with him.
“Once the slave can easily take one finger, you move onto two fingers…gently
stretching his hole like this.”
 
He moaned, unable to stop himself as he eased a second finger inside. Brad was
so caught up in preparing himself that he jumped when a hand gently caressed
his ass and thigh. He looked over his shoulder to see Adam staring at his ass,
a hungry, almost predatory look in his eye. The shyness had gone, that much was
clear.
 
“Can I?” Adam asked, his hand already curled around Brad’s wrist.
 
“Y-yes, sir,” Bradley answered, delighted and a little surprised that his new
Master had…it seemed, found his nerve at last.
 
Adam slowly drew Brad’s fingers from his ass and dipped his own in the bowl of
oil; he was surprised to find it pleasantly warm and scented with something he
could not place. He let it run down his fingers for a second, delighting in the
smooth slickness upon his skin, before he was brought back to reality by a soft
whimper from Brad.
 
“Please…sir…do not keep me waiting. I need it…so badly. I need to be filled.
All good boys need to be…filled,” he whispered, his eyes shining.
 
That comment made sense to Adam. He could see how much Brad needed it. It also
appealed to his Dominant side…excitement fizzed through his body. If it were
possible his cock grew even harder. Adam hastily pushed two fingers inside
Brad, making the boy wince and cry out.
 
“Ah…Gentle…sir, gentle. Your fingers are bigger than mine,” Brad reminded him,
wincing again when Adam froze.
 
“Oh! Forgive me…I…should I stop?” Adam asked, a little shyness creeping back
into his voice.
 
“No!” The boy replied, a little louder than he had meant. “No, no sir. Keep
going. The burn is good sometimes…but you should be easy on a virgin, if you
have a untouched boy in your bed one day. I have experience so am used to the
stretch…he will not be so take it slow. Stretch out to the sides….Mmm…so good…”
Bradley moaned softly as his Master did as he was asked, stretching his hole
slowly but firmly.
 
As Adam slowly worked him open –his eyes never leaving Brad’s hole- he wondered
just how many men had done this to the boy…After a moment he couldn’t resist
and had to ask. “How…how many have…Um, how many men have you…” he trailed off,
distracted by the warmth and heat that surrounded his fingers as he delved a
little deeper inside.
 
Brad swallowed at the question. He had expected it at some point from Adam; he
was new to this world and likely still coming to terms with the idea of a
slave…for Brad being owned and fucked by many men had become his life, he
viewed it as no different from trying a new item of clothing on, only to
discover you had a whole wardrobe full of equally stunning clothes…But how
would Adam take it?
 
He knew that lying would likely come back to haunt him one day…what if Adam
took it badly though? No. He was being silly. The man knew he was no virgin and
could not be so naive to think Brad had never been used after said first time.
 
“A…a fair few, sir,” he admitted quietly. “I…I started young and my training
was varied. I cannot give a number…” Brad swallowed and looked down, suddenly
feeling exposed and vulnerable for the first time in many a year. “I’d
understand if you wanted…someone pure and untouched.”
 
Adam looked worried and concerned about Brad’s sudden change of tone. Before he
could stop himself his other hand came up a rested, warm and heavy, on the
boy’s shoulder. “It is not a problem…I imagine if we were both inexperienced
this would be a very confusing night. I find it refreshing that you are so
knowledgeable. It helps me. Really, it does. I…I…thank you.”
 
Bradley looked over his shoulder and smiled, properly this time. He wriggled
his hips a little to jostle the fingers Adam still had inside him. “Add
another…I can tell you a dying to bury your cock deep inside me…Master…”
 
At the phrase Adam groaned and eased a third finger inside Brad’s tight
entrance. Already he could feel the difference as the boy opened to him. God he
needed to feel that on his cock…he wondered, briefly, how it would feel?
 
It seemed however he was about to find out as Bradley glanced back at him and
said, winking, “Master…I’m ready. I like to feel a little of the ache and burn,
it makes me feel owned.” He shifted a little and asked, “Do you want me like
this? All bent over and on show or on my back?”
 
Adam looked unsure at the question. He had, until very recently that is, always
assumed that sex was something done in the dark, still clothed and with a woman
on her back…to ensure the conception of a child. Now he was faced with more
freedom and…and all these wonderfully sinful ideas. He could have Brad however
he wished…
 
He bit his lip. Choice…too much choice. “Um,” he managed, “on…like this.” He
gestured to the way Brad was bent over the bed. “Like this, I think. I want…”
 
“You want to grab my hips and fuck me rough and hard?”
 
Adam closed his eyes and blushed scarlet before nodding. “Y-yes,” he admitted,
shocked by the flare of excitement and heat inside him. God forgive him but
yes, he wanted that. He wanted to leave bruises on that pale, soft skin. He
wanted to possess this impish creature and have him for his own.
 
“Come on then, just…do as you did with your fingers. Some oil might ease the
way so coat your cock then press inside. I’ll be tight at first but just take
it slowly and my body will open,” Brad explained, aware his Master would find
it a strange and new experience. He did not want him to panic and force in too
hard; not that Brad would tear but it would hurt and he sensed Adam would feel
bad. He wanted his Master’s first time to be memorable for good reasons, not
having him remember that he hurt Brad, however slightly.
 
Bradley was also no fool; he knew full well that in time Adam would have others
in his bed and likely many would be untouched –men liked that, he knew it well
enough- and he wanted to ensure that Adam knew how to treat such boys so as not
to harm them. Perhaps he was overstepping the mark in trying to teach his
Master something but Bradley had seen enough of his fellow slaves be torn and
damaged beyond repair their first times by a cruel and uncaring Master…if he
could he would ensure Adam never became such a man.
 
Adam himself swallowed and glanced down at his cock, which had lost none of its
hardness in this time…if anything it was even more ready. He blushed and asked,
“What…what if I do not…last long?”
 
Brad, who was becoming mildly exasperated with all this talking now and would
rather he was just pressed face down into the covers, ass up with Adam pounding
him for all he was worth, rolled his eyes. “Master…it does no matter. You will
improve. And your cock is so big I am sure I will scream from pleasure, no
matter if it only lasts but a minute.”
 
That seemed to do the trick. Or at least it calmed Adam’s fears enough to spur
him into action. He reached down and gripped his cock before hastily slicking
himself. He moved forward a little until his cock head nudged at Brad’s open
and fluttering hole. Slowly, with reverence that spoke to the importance of the
act, Adam pushed forward, gasping at the sudden tight, delicious heat that
enveloped him.
 
“F-fuck…” Brad grunted, tears springing to his eyes as Adam’s cock stretched
him open. It hurt, of course it hurt! But Brad wouldn’t have stopped Adam for
the world. God it felt so good to finally be filled. No one had ever stretched
him so good…Fuck, this was perfect. “Master…fuck, so good,” he whispered
softly, feeling Adam push in deeper with each passing moment.
 
Adam could not speak. He could hardly breathe! The tight, clutching heat around
his cock had sapped all of his remaining strength to resist this boy. He
gripped Brad’s hips tightly as soon as he cock was deep enough before he thrust
forward, harder than he meant, which rewarded him with a choked off gasp and
moan from Brad.
 
He could not stop himself though, it felt too good! And anyway…if Brad’s moans
and gasps were any indication…the slave did not want him to stop. Adam thrust
hard, pulling back almost all the way only to bury himself deep inside once
more. He had hardly done ten or twelve thrusts before he felt the familiar
rushing as he neared the edge. He tried to think of anything to put his mind
from it but…in truth it felt too good to be inside Brad and he did not succeed.
 
Adam came hard with a groan, gripping Bradley’s hips so hard he was sure he
would leave bruises. His cock shot hot, thick seed, filling Brad’s ass for what
seemed like forever. He gave another, weaker groan and slumped beside his
slave, his cock slipped free as he did so.
 
Brad lay still for a moment, breathing hard, his ass ached but it was
wonderful. He did not think he had ever been so truly fucked in all his life.
He prayed Adam would keep him forever…because God he needed that cock again,
daily, multiple times…he never wanted to leave this bed again! He glanced over
at Adam, taking in his flushed skin, half glazed eyes, the sweat that dampened
his dark hair…he was something else, this man.
 
“So…” Brad ventured to ask, smirking a little, “was that how you imagined it,
Master?”
 
“No,” came the reply, and for a moment Brad’s face fell in concern. Then came,
“It was…amazing. Better than anything I could have imagined…” Adam reached over
and pulled Brad to him, his lips finding his in a passionate but brief kiss
before he added, “I do not deserve you…but as I paid good money for you…I think
I will keep you.”
 
Both men laughed freely and cuddled into one another before sleep swept them
into darkness.
Chapter End Notes
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***** A Fine Figure *****
Chapter Summary
     Adam and Tommy arrive home...and find someone awaiting them
     eagerly...
                                 Present_Time
                                        
Adam found himself hard once more, his cock pressing against the soft fabric of
his trousers when he climbed into the carriage and sat down beside the pale
vison that was Tommy. It was hardly his fault! Memories of that first night
with Brad, combined with thoughts of his new addition…well it would give any
man cause to grow aroused.
He glanced over at Tommy and saw the boy staring shyly out of the window from
under his hood, a look of wonder in his eye. Adam could not help the rush of
protective feeling that welled inside him…he had to protect this innocent young
man from all the foulness outside. He would be gentle with him, care for him,
make sure he was safe and warm…always.
Outside Anthony had settled himself and he spurred the horses into motion,
causing the carriage to jolt a little. Tommy flinched, unable to stop himself,
and shivered.
“Are you alright?” Adam asked, concerned at the reaction of the boy.
“Y-yes, si-Master, I-I just got a fright. I haven’t ever…been in one of these,”
came the soft reply.
Adam looked baffled. Surely that could not be true? He had seen carriages and
cabs in the poorer areas, hackneys they were called, if memory served. Surely
Tommy had been in one…It then occurred to Adam that likely Tommy had been one
of the chronic poor, those unfortunates who were so far down the social ladder
that they had fallen off completely, never to regain a place upon it. This made
sense. He had likely sold himself into slavery. It was a story he had heard
again and again though, he winced at his own carelessness, he had never given
it much thought…some of his slaves had come from backgrounds like Tommy’s and
he had never asked…never…
“Curses,” he thought. “I am a fool.”  To Tommy he said gently, “I hope…that
with me you will never feel scared or frightened. I will protect you.”
The boy stared at him from under his hood, eyes wide and innocent. He nodded.
“Y-yes, Master.” But it was clear he was saying what he thought Adam wanted to
hear; he was still nervous. And Adam understood why, he did not know him and
for all Tommy knew this was some game to trip him up, make him deserve
punishment. Adam pulled Tommy to him as gently as he could and rested the boy’s
head on his shoulder, all the while the carriage trundled closer and closer to
Lambert Manor and Tommy’s new, albeit slightly strange, new life.
Tommy was nearly asleep, lulled into peace by the steady beat of Adam’s heart
that he could hear, when he felt the carriage slow. He raised his head a little
and caught sight of a well-lit gate house followed by huge iron gates, topped
with winged beasts. He shivered a little and drew nearer Adam.
His Master chuckled at the statues that topped the gate pillars. “You need not
fear them, though they are ghastly. The Manor is very old and at the time it
was the fashion to have such things to show off…I suppose I should remodel the
place at some point. I have been focusing on modernising the Manor itself. I
will get to the gatehouse eventually!” He smiled, stroking Tommy’s cheek as he
spoke. “I hope you will be happy here though…The gardens are beautiful, almost
as beautiful as you.” He laughed again when Tommy blushed and ducked his head.
“I am serious! You are…perfect. In every way.”
The carriage trundled up a long, tree-lined road and swept around in a wide
arch to the front of an impressive Manor house. Tommy could see immaculate
lawns falling away before the carriage on one side, before the laws met
gardens, all lit by lamps dotted around in the darkening sky. The Manor was
equally stunning to him; set on what appeared to be at least six floors,
freshly painted with ivy growing up the walls. It looked…appealing. Like those
postcards he had seen as a boy of society parties. All that was missing was a
few well-dressed ladies to stand in the gardens!
“T-this is your house?” Tommy asked, still staring at the building with a mix
of awe and wonder.
“Yes. Well…Sometimes it still feels like my father’s house rather than mine but
I grew up here and have hardly left it so yes, it is mine in name.” Adam opened
the carriage door without waiting for Anthony and held out his hand to Tommy as
he spoke. He helped the boy out and steadied him when he swayed in the
unfamiliar boots. “I hope you feel at home here though,” he added softly,
smoothing back a stray strand of blonde hair from Tommy’s cheek.
The boy blushed prettily and nodded, “I-I hope so too, Master.”
Adam smiled, pleased by the boy’s blush and innocence…it was refreshing to see
a creature so completely innocent in his line of pleasure. He gestured to the
great door to the house, which seemingly to Tommy anyway, opened at his
gesture. In fact a butler had seen and heard them approach in the carriage and
had opened it. He gently took Tommy’s arm and led him to the door and inside to
the grand entrance way.
Tommy blinked in the sudden light that was cast downwards from a massive
chandelier. It looked like it was made of glass to Tommy, who had never seen
crystal before, and the handing gems caught his gaze as they sparkled. He
stared at them, not noticing the rest of the room or who was in it until the
other person giggled.
Still with his mouth open in surprise at the strange lighting and glass above
him Tommy brought his gaze down and found himself speechless once more…this
time for something entirely different. The most beautiful woman he had ever
seen stood upon the stairs, staring down at him and Adam, who stood slightly in
front of Tommy.
She was otherworldly in beauty and dressed in the most fashionable of gowns
–even Tommy knew fashion when he saw it and this woman wore clothes as if they
had formed around her, fitting perfectly to every curve- in rich claret
coloured silk, fashioned tight around her chest with puffed sleeves,
embroidered with black lace, falling away down her slender waist only to flare
out once more via a crinoline. The fabric and the back of her skirt was
gathered up in a bustle, giving her a most pleasing shape. Her hair, which was
blonde like Tommy’s, was curled and piled upon her head, held in place with
silver and ruby combs.
He could do nothing but stare at her as she descended the final view stairs
with such grace that Tommy was sure she was gliding and not actually walking
upon the marble at all. He saw her staring at him, apprising him with dark eyes
though her face gave nothing away. She came to Adam and smiled warmly before
giving him a low curtsey.
“Lord Adam, we had nearly given you up! How naughty of you to leave us for so
long…What is a Lady to do to entertain herself?” She chuckled and winked at
him; her voice was seductive and sweet sounding…Tommy felt himself blush just
from the sound of it.
Adam smirked himself and drew her gently to her feet, one hand at once going to
her slender waist, the other to her cheek, as if he could not stop himself.
“Forgive me, my sweet, you know I had business to attend to. I hate to be away
from you but needs must…here,” he turned, a hand still upon her waist, and
gestured to Tommy, “what do you think of him? He is called Tommy.”
Tommy blushed and hastily bowed, as he had been told to do when meeting his
betters. The boots made him clumsy though and he wobbled a little, rather
throwing off the effect. Still the woman smiled anyway.
“He is pretty, I shall give him that. Then again,” she flicked her eyes to Adam
and smirked, “are we not all pretty? What makes him special?” She scanned Tommy
once more then added, “His figure will need some work if he is to carry off a
gown.” Her own figure was perfect and Tommy could not help but squirm, feeling
himself less and less confident –and he had not been very confident before
anyway!
Adam smiled and leaned in to whisper, so Tommy could not overhear, “He is
innocent. Untouched. Pure…You should see how tight he is.”
At that Brad chuckled and said aloud, “I see. Well that explains it!” He looked
to Tommy then came closer, stepping from Adam’s hold easily. He reached out,
cupped Tommy’s cheek and drew him close before kissing him softly upon the
lips.
The kiss lasted but a moment and when he pulled back Brad found Tommy blushing
and stuttering. “Do not be nervous, little one,” he said kindly with a wink.
“Welcome home…I trust you will find pleasures here to suit you…I certainly
did.” He looked over at Adam and smiled, finding his Master staring at them
both with lust aflame in his eyes.
Oh this was going to be so much fun!
***** A Bath Is Just The Thing *****
Chapter Summary
     Adam decides the best way to ease Tommy into his new life is with a
     nice hot bath...and a gentle touch. However will he be able to resist
     having his prize all naked and on show before him?
Chapter Notes
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     love this story has gotten! :L
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     about Adam's hands :P And for her lovely comments and occasional
     prods haha !
     Enjoy! Prompts as ever are always welcome :L
Adam could not help but feel lust stirring in his blood at the sight before
him, especially when Bradley dared to kiss Tommy…part of him felt that perhaps
he should have been annoyed at such daring, after all…he had yet to kiss the
boy himself. Had Tommy ever been kissed at all? He did not know. Still he felt
no jealously only the hardening of his cock. The image had taken root in his
mind and he knew that someday soon, once Tommy had been…introduced, as it were,
to pleasure, that he had to see Brad and him fuck. They would make such a
pretty pairing. He could watch, perhaps with Taylor or one of the others
keeping his cock nice and warm in their mouth as he did so.
He groaned aloud, unable to stop himself.
The sound made Brad, who had been stroking Tommy’s hair and whispering to him,
turn to glance at Adam, a smirk playing across his sinful lips.
“So Tommy…what experience have you? You look pretty in this dress…have you worn
one before? Your figure needs some work to have a proper lady’s shape but
still, the image is most lovely,” Brad asked, his voice still soft and breathy,
as if he was really a Lady, perhaps one speaking with a younger sister in need
of advice for an upcoming ball. Brad had studied the great society ladies of
the age and carried the act perfectly…so well that few outside of the house
even knew he was not as he seemed! Tommy was fooled, that was clear enough in
his blushes and stammering words as he tried to speak, clearly believing
himself standing before a true Lady, perhaps even the Mistress of the House.
How was he to know otherwise? Unless told.
 “I-I-I…N-no, Mis-Ma’am…I…” he broke off and looked down at his feet, scarlet
in colouring and sweating.
Adam came to his rescue, all too aware that Brad would tease him forever if
left to it; not out of malice, no, never that, merely because it was in his
nature of assess the character of a new boy by teasing and getting them to
blush….that and it amused him. “That’s enough, Lady Eleanor, leave the boy be,”
he said, coming over and taking Tommy’s arm. He gently lifted Tommy’s gaze to
him with a finger under his chin, “Do not mind her. She means no harm, truly.
Now let us go upstairs and get you changed and bathed. Then I am sure you would
like to rest, yes?”
Tommy stared upwards into the kind blue eyes and nodded slowly. “Y-yes, sir.”
He paused then, perhaps spurred on by the daring of the woman before him,
asked, “Do…do you want me to…be with you tonight?” The ‘be’ clearly implied the
question the boy was too nervous to ask, that being “Will you fuck me tonight?”
His Master smiled, stroking his fingers over Tommy’s jaw. He leaned in and
kissed him gently. It was different from Brad’s kiss…Adam’s was intense and
passionate but still gentle, his tongue teasing open Tommy’s mouth to delve
inside and explore. Adam slowed the kiss down, aware that if he carried on he
would be tempted simply throw him to the floor, hike up his skirts and fuck him
here and now…He had done it to Brad often enough when the little schemer had
flirted and teased him into a passion.
But he would not do that to Tommy. Not today anyway. He could not say what he
would do later when the boy was used to taking him and had learned what
pleasure could be. Then perhaps he would. There were many surfaces in the
house, ripe for christening…
Adam pulled back, his hands settled on Tommy’s slender waist –a waist that was
so tiny even without the corsets that Brad favoured and used to give him shape,
that his hands could nearly encircle Tommy- before he spoke, “No, sweet boy,
not tonight. When you are ready and not before. I do not rape my slaves.”
This seemed to come as a shock to Tommy, or at the very least he was still
processing the outstanding kiss he had just been given because he stared at
Adam rather blankly for a moment until he found his voice once more to say,
“When…when I’m ready? But…you’re the Master and in charge. I’m here for…you to
use.”
Brad gave a sigh, not because he found Tommy to be a fault, but simply because
he had heard similar things from all slaves. They believe it, as much, if not
more so than their Masters did. They accepted they would be raped, beaten and
abused. It was their lot in life. He caught Adam’s eye when he looked at him
and nodded before turning and making his way back up the stairs; this was a
conversation Adam and Tommy needed to have alone and in private.
Adam waited until Brad had disappeared along the first floor balcony that
overlooked the entrance way before he spoke again. “Tommy,” he said, his voice
serious, “Other Masters do what you say, they rape, they hurt, they discard
their slaves when they become too weak and too used from the very treatment
that said Master meters out to them…I am not like them. I have never forced
myself on any of my slaves, never. You can ask any of them and believe them
when they speak. No one fears me here, or holds their tongue for fear of
punishment. I treat everyone as I would wish to be treated myself.” He gently
pulled Tommy into a hug, embracing him as if the boy was made of glass and
likely to shatter if treated too roughly.
“Perhaps I scared you earlier? When you were on your knees, exposed, and I
touched you?”
Tommy shook his head quickly. “No!” he blushed. “No. I…I liked it…It…it was
good. I just wondered…if you were going to…touch me again tonight.”
At his words Adam could not help but smile. He pulled back to stare at the
boy’s face. “I will, if you wish it?” He asked softly, lust already clouding
his gaze. “I would like it very much…to touch and explore your body, but be
assured I will not penetrate you tonight, nor even this week. You will need to
be prepared first.”
“Yes, please…I want…”
Adam nodded, his hand slipped down to Tommy’s. “Come then, let us go upstairs.
You can have a bath. I am sure Lady Eleanor will have informed the maids for
me.” He led Tommy up the grand staircase, taking care to help him when he
stumbled in the stiff boots. Adam made a mental note to get Tommy some soft
slippers he could wear around the Manor when he was in a gown…otherwise he
would be falling over all the time. He also thought about getting him some more
boyish clothing too. It would be interesting to see him clothed in both, he
reasoned. Though naturally skirts would make…access as it were easier for Adam
himself. Countless times he had found himself going up to Brad while he was
standing by a window, or else reading or doing some trivial thing, only to be
pushed against a wall, desk or over a sofa and have his skirts pulled up and
over his head, then to feel Adam pushing inside him without much prep;
thankfully Brad was almost always stretched and wet, a lesson he learned
quickly when it became clear that Adam was as insatiable as himself when it
came to pleasure!
He smirked at that as he conducted Tommy down one long hallway after another.
Portraits of previous Lamberts looked down from the walls as they passed,
though Adam paid them no mind…He suspected they would be disapproving of his
lifestyle. Most were. He noticed Tommy looking though as they passed, staring
up at all the dark haired men and women, and occasionally at one with flaming
red hair, such as his cousin Beatrice, who died young of consumption.
Adam let him look at the splendour around him and only spoke again once they
reached his own rooms on the second floor. He opened the door and led Tommy
inside his drawing room where a fire crackled happily under a white marble
fireplace. The furnishings were light and modern, silvery wallpaper made the
room bright and welcoming.
Tommy stood in the doorway, staring downwards at the plush, pale carpet. He had
never seen such. Threadbare rugs yes, but not carpet! He had never imagined
such! He was scared to take a step, for fear of getting mud on the fabric!
“Oh,” Adam looked at him then smiled as if he had heard Tommy’s worries, “Here,
let me.” He lifted Tommy off his feet and carried him, bridal style, over to
one of the chaises, by the large windows. He set him down gently and knelt
before him to remove Tommy’s boots. As he unlaced them skilfully and took them
off, his hands ran up and down the boy’s legs, feeling the smooth silk
stocking. His hand trailed further upwards to the bows that held the stockings
up. He slowly untied them and drew down the fabric, touching Tommy’s skin the
entire time.
He could not help it. His skin was so deliciously soft and supple. Smooth and
perfect. If he had his way –and he often did- he would spend forever with his
hands upon Tommy. Adam looked up at Tommy’s face and found desire forming in
the boy’s eyes, likely matching the desire in his own. His hands stilled upon
his thighs. “Can I?” he asked, fingers skimming the skin just above his knees.
Tommy could do nothing but nod, his mouth slightly open. He was not even sure
what he was agreeing to but God he wanted whatever his Master would gift him
with.
Adam’s hands journeyed further upwards, the only sounds that filled the room
was the crackling of the fire and the rustle of soft silk as Tommy’s petticoats
were pushed higher, exposing more and more of his pale, soft skin to Adam’s
hungry eyes. The sight left Adam with a twinge of jealously…He had issues with
his own skin; despite being born with a fine head of black hair…he had
inherited his flame haired family members freckles. And he hated them. To him
beauty was this before him, perfect pale skin, no marks or imperfections. His
own skin was something to cover and be ashamed of.
As his hands reached the tops of Tommy’s thighs he paused, musing over all he
could do with his new toy. Eventually he decided that he had to see more of his
perfect skin, feel more of it against his own. “Tommy,” he began, his voice
low, “I have to see you all…” When the boy gave no reply Adam took it for
consent and peeled off the stockings, revealing more and more skin with each
movement. Next he pulled him to his feet and had him turn so his gown could be
unlaced. Adam made short work of the laces at the back of the dress and soon
enough the garment sagged around Tommy. Adam grinned, his hands settling
heavily on the boy’s shoulders before he slowly and carefully pushed it off.
The dress slipped down and pooled in a pile of silk at his feet.
“So beautiful,” Adam said quietly as his lips brushed the bare skin between
Tommy’s chemise collars. He went to work on the corset and soon it too was on
the floor, along with his petticoats until all he had on was the chemise itself
and the strange undergarments.
Tommy blushed and stood shyly, his eyes glued to the floor as he was slowly
undressed by the strange, albeit kind and gentle, man. He was not sure what to
do…Adam seemed so in control and knew everything that Tommy felt rather foolish
just standing there. Eventually he realised there was something he could do,
something he was sure would please his Master.
He turned slowly so he was facing Adam, noting with a little amusement that
Adam blinked in confusion then smiled, perhaps catching on to what Tommy was
about to do when his hands went to the lacing of his chemise. Tommy, whose
hands were inexperienced and clumsy when it came to unlacing ladies clothes,
managed finally to undo the bows and push the chemise off himself.
Adam watched hungrily as more and more skin was bared to his eyes. He traced
the lines of Tommy’s body eagerly, mapping his chest, his flat stomach, and
just the slender planes of him all…
“God, he is something else,” he thought, reaching out to pull Tommy to him.
Adam could not help but smile as he did so…Tommy had given a little cry of
surprise at suddenly being so close to his Master. Both of them became aware of
just what effect Tommy was having on Adam.
“Can you feel it?” Adam whispered against Tommy’s hair.
Tommy blushed and gave a little nod. “Y-yes, Master.” He certainly could. And
he would be lying if it didn’t scare him some…it felt…very big.
“Do not be scared,” Adam said, having felt him tense against him. “I told you…I
will not fuck you until you are ready.” He pulled back, still holding onto
Tommy, and met his eyes. “I swear to you. Now come with me. A bath is just the
thing you need.” He took Tommy’s hand and drew him through the room, across the
carpet that still amazed the boy, and down another corridor into a marble tiled
room.
At the sight of this new room Tommy stopped dead and forgot all about the fact
he was naked but for a scrap of cotton between his legs, and that he was a
slave and all of it…he could not believe what he was seeing! In the middle of
the room, filled with steaming water that smelled of lavender was a white
porcelain bath, fed by highly polished silver pipes with taps and gears. He
blinked and shook his head, unable to believe it all.
Adam watched him with delight, it was so sweet to see him staring around in
wonder, like a child in a toyshop. As Tommy stared he moved to the bath and
checked it was not too hot –he liked the water hotter than most but he did not
wish to cause Tommy discomfort- however he found it just right, evidently their
delay had cooled it enough.
He held out his hand to Tommy, smiling still; he could not help himself. He was
so pleased at the turn of events. When Tommy took his hand he drew him close to
stand beside the bath, his hands skimmed down the boy’s body to undo the bows
that held up his only remaining clothing. Once naked Adam could not help but
explore the pliant body he found there. His hands, looking so large against the
smallness of Tommy, cupped his cock and balls; he simply held them, warming
them in his hand, while his lips teased at Tommy’s ear. “Does that feel good?”
he asked, wondering how the boy would react.
Tommy moaned weakly at Adam’s touch, felt his cheeks glow red with each passing
moment. He moaned again when he felt Adam slowly begin to pump his cock with
one hand while the other held his balls tightly. It didn’t take long for him to
grow hard…he had hardly been allowed to come since he became a slave.
Before Tommy could do anything though Adam removed his hands and chuckled. “Ah,
ah, ah, you can come later before I put your cage on…otherwise you will wake up
feeling sore and grumpy…I want you to be good, can you do that?”
He nodded. What else could he do? He wanted to be good for Adam…he wanted to be
a good boy. Though he was not sure about a cage…what did that mean?
Adam smirked then caught Tommy by surprise and lifted him up into his arms,
bridal style as before, only to dunk him into the bath, though he was careful
not to submerge his head; he did not want to scare him.
Tommy gasped at the sudden warmth but relaxed at once into it…God it felt so
good. His muscles and bones seemed to sing happily at the gentle kiss of the
water. He was happily splashing away like a child when he felt Adam’s touch
upon his shoulder; he looked up and blushed. Adam had knelt down beside the
bath, a cloth in his hand.
“I am going to wash you, is that okay?” Adam asked. Normally he would not
bother to ask…he was in charge, they all knew that. But there was something in
the wide eyed innocence of Tommy that made him want to constantly check that he
was alright, that he felt safe and was not scared or uncomfortable. He did not
move until Tommy nodded his consent then he did not hold back.
Adam wet the cloth then slowly and sensually ran it over Tommy’s shoulders,
spreading the oil scented water over his skin. “The oil will keep your skin
nice and soft,” he said softly, noting that Tommy was staring curiously at him.
“And it smells beautiful. Lady Eleanor favours lavender, hence it being here
now. She must have told the maids.” The cloth slowly inched downwards over
Tommy’s chest.
“A-and you?” Tommy asked shyly. “What do you favour, Master?”
“Me?” He smirked. “Oh I favour many things, sweet boy. I have varied and
eclectic tastes…though I normally take my own baths without such feminine
scents. However when I bath with Eleanor…she always insists on them.” Adam
began to wash Tommy’s back and so did not see him colour at the image of
Eleanor and Adam in the bath together.
Naturally Tommy was no fool and had realised that Adam would have other
bedfellows. However he found it strange that a man who obviously wanted young
men in his bed…to also want a woman. Tommy had never thought of it before. He
had always thought it was one or the other –and that it was supposed to be a
woman because the other was a sin, despite his own feelings on the subject.
Finally he had to ask. “You…You like them both the same, Master? Boys and…and
girls?”
Adam remained quiet for a moment as he shifted around to the front again, this
time without the cloth. His hand drifted down to rest lightly on Tommy’s lower
belly…just a fraction away from his still hard cock. “There are merits to
both,” he admitted, keeping silent on the fact Brad was actually, of course,
not a woman. It was not a secret but frankly he did not want to overwhelm the
poor boy with too much right away. He was lying slightly too…he found women
attractive for their own sakes, their curves, their natures, and if he was
honest there was a part of him that quite liked the idea of breasts and the
feel of them but no, he did not like them both the same, as Tommy put it.
“But,” he added with a wink, “at the moment I am more interested in you and
what you have between your legs than what anyone else has.”
His hand, seeming even larger under the water, encircled Tommy’s hard cock.
“Change of plan, sweet boy. I want you to come…right here and now.”
“I-in the water?” Tommy squeaked, his face, already flushed from the warm
water, coloured even further.
“Yes…in the water.” Adam slowly but firmly began to move his hand up and down
Tommy’s length, keeping his eyes upon the boy’s eyes, watching with amusement
while Tommy gasped and moaned. He did not expect Tommy to last long and he was
right…barely ten strokes in and the boy gave a cry, tensed and came.
His seed mixed with the water and dispersed quickly enough. Tommy slumped back
against the bath walls, gasping and shuddering with aftershocks.
Adam gently removed his hand from the boy, not wanting to overstimulate
him…this time, at least. He reached up and stroked his fingers lightly through
Tommy’s hair –kinked by the heat and steam- before he cupped his face. “You did
so well, sweet boy. So well. I am proud of you…Here,” he kissed him gently then
lifted him from the tub, set him down so he was seated on the edge and fetched
a fluffy towel.
He began to dry Tommy but small hands stilled his actions. Adam looked up to
find Tommy looking down at him, a shy smile on his lips. They stared at one
another, each appearing to memorize the others face before Adam could stand it
no more. He surged upwards and pulled Tommy to him, to hell with getting his
fine clothes wet!
They kissed hungrily, Tommy still clumsy and unsure but learning with each
movement of Adam’s lips. Adam pulled Tommy down onto the floor and straddled
him, still kissing him. “God…Tommy…” he moaned, his hands in the boy’s hair. “I
want you so…so badly…Ugh…”
Adam might have, just might have, gone against his plans in that moment,
however he was jolted back into reality by a hurried knock at the door and a
voice he recognised as Bradley’s –now very much male- calling through to him.
“Master…It’s Taylor. Again. I…He’s in a bad way. Please, please come!” The
knocking continued even as Adam scrambled up, pulling Tommy with him.
“Hell’s teeth,” Adam cursed softly. “Tommy, forgive me. I…I should not have
done that. Here, dry yourself and wait in my bedroom, just through this door. I
will not be long.” He kissed Tommy once, quickly, then left without a backwards
glance at Tommy, who was left standing in the bathroom, breathing hard and
feeling confused, aroused and foolish all at once.
***** Dying To Be Addicted *****
Chapter Summary
     Taylor, another of Adam's boys -though one he has never touched and
     whom he freed- has been addicted to opium for many years and is
     reaching the final stages of his endurance...He feels like he cannot
     go on and wants to die. But can Adam turn him from this course? Or
     will he have to keep him alive by force?
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it's shorter! I was gonna go ahead and add (what will now be
     seven) a cut with what is going on with Brad and Tommy but I felt
     that should be on its own etc :) Hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Taylor had come to the Lambert Manor a broken man; underweight, scarred,
bruised and addicted to opium –a gift from his previous Master who used the
drug to control the boy. Adam bought him for hardly anything because the seller
believed that Taylor would not live more than a week or so; had he not been
purchased by Adam, who wished to save him, he likely would have been bought by
a sadist who would have made his last few days a living hell…
However his life had started badly from the moment he was born and drugs had
been a part of him since his first breath. His mother, a once pretty woman who,
after having nine children in just under twelve years, had lost her looks and
her maternal instincts quickly, used to dose all her children –new-borns and
toddlers especially- with laudanum or gin, whichever she had to hand. This kept
them quiet and made them sleep…making them easier to ignore. However because
she did this regularly and the children slept so long…they did not cry for food
and so were ignored. As a result Taylor and his siblings, with the exception of
his elder brother, the first born who arrived at a better time when money and
food were more readily available, grew up to be undersized, pale, weak and at
least two were chronically lacking in intelligence; likely due to the fact no
one had spoken to them when they were growing up.
Taylor grew up to be small and would steal anything he could get his hands on,
mainly food, for the simple reason that he had nothing and was starving.
Eventually he turned, as many did, to drink, to cope with his misery; by the
time he was eleven he was drinking until he passed out…every night.
It is a sad fact that, had he been lucky, he would have drunk himself to death
or drowned after falling into the Thames after a night of gin…instead he fell
into the clutches of a brutal Master.
By the time he came to be owned by Adam, he was nineteen, and nearly dead. His
addiction to opium was out of control and Adam knew that if Taylor was to have
any chance he was going to have to be weaned off the drug slowly and painfully.
That was two years ago. And he had been doing so well…until now, it seemed.
Adam stepped out into the corridor and sighed. Brad was standing waiting, still
in his dress, but looking flustered and worried now, rather than alluring. “How
bad is it?” Adam asked as they set off down the corridor.
“Bad. He’s sweating, crying in pain, delirious with fever, ranting and
raving…he hardly knows who anyone is or where he is…I don’t know where he got
it this time,” Brad added quickly. The last time had been his fault. Taylor had
been having withdrawals and Bradley had taken pity on him and got him some from
Adam’s rooms…he realised now that had he thought about it, helping his friend
would have meant the opposite.
Clearly his tone made it clear that he was telling the truth this time and Adam
nodded. “Who knows? He is an addict. We must remember that and addicts will do
anything to get their desires…” He trailed off, thinking of his own vices. He
could hardly cast judgement on Taylor. He was not less innocent, though he had
never seen the attraction of opium really. He had tried it, several times in
fact; he was a gentleman of leisure and means…it was what one did.
Adam ran a hand through his messy hair with a sigh. “I just wish…”
“He has picked another night?” Brad asked quietly. As usual he had hit the nail
on the head. “You really are a selfish bastard sometimes, you know that?”
There was no heat in the words however and Adam just rolled his eyes. “I cannot
help it!” He snapped back. “You saw him! God…he…”
Brad knew exactly what he was. And the attraction. “Yes. I know. But Taylor
needs you now. Do you want me to go and sit with Tommy, so he isn’t alone? He’s
bound to be scared.”
Adam, who looked guilty and felt worse than he looked, nodded. “Y-yes. Come in
with me first though, Taylor may look for you. Then go to Tommy. Oh,” Adam
paused outside of the door to Taylor’s 4th floor room. “And he believes you a
Lady. Do not enlighten him yet, I would rather he not be shocked so soon into
his stay.”
“Ah, I see,” Brad grinned. “Taken for a Lady, it never ceases to amuse me.” He
glanced at the door then said quietly, a hand on Adam’s arm, “Master…Adam,
Taylor…he…he will never be free of this. He will never have a normal life, will
he?”
“No,” Adam answered, without a pause. “He will not…but he has a chance at a
life. I taught him to read, you taught him to write too. He could leave and be
free but he is scared to. I have tried, on more than one occasion to free him
and let him go but he refuses. I do not know what to do next.”
Brad bit his lip and fiddled with a stray lock of hair. Taylor’s earlier words
echoed in his head. “Please…just let me die…let me go…I don’t want to be here
in this world…I was meant to die with my siblings…please let me die, just leave
the bottle, please Brad…”The words still haunted him. Taylor wanted to die and
join his family in Heaven –he had been raised Catholic, or at least brought up
around it, and he believed in all that to a degree. He wanted to go home to
them in Paradise. Brad knew full well that his friend was not strong enough to
stop his addiction, even with all the help in the world, and he wanted to die.
But…was it wrong to help someone do that? He did not know. And he didn’t dare
voice it to Adam, just in case it was. Instead he said, in hardly more of a
whisper, “Listen to your heart, it has not let you down before.” His hand
strayed to Adam’s chest briefly before he bowed his head and hurried away to
prevent his Master from seeing his tears.
Adam was left alone outside Taylor’s room, feeling more and more like a child.
He bit his lip, putting off entering. He knew what he would find. He had seen
it more times than he would like to count. His relationship with Taylor also
made him pause…it was different than the others. He had never slept with or
even touched Taylor in any sexual manner. He found him attractive, who would
not? But that was not why he bought him. He had wanted to save him. Give him a
better life, if he could, not have him in his bed. Though he had thought about
it once or twice…he was, after all, only human.
Finally he sighed and pushed open the door. What greeting him broke his
heart…Taylor lay on the bed, the covers all pushed off him, writhing in pain,
softly moaning and whimpering. He stood in the doorway, watching this boy, this
friend of his, suffering and it made him want to run away, flee from the sight,
pretend he had seen and heard nothing…go and take comfort in Tommy and
just...escape.
However Adam knew he could not. Brad was right, Taylor needed him, and he would
not abandon him, not now. He came into the room slowly and closed the door
behind him. Taylor’s room was comfortable and well appointed, like all the
rooms belonging to his companions –excluding Brad’s which was lavish, luxurious
and over the top, much like its owner. Taylor’s bed was a four-poster with
curtains of damask, embroidered with scenes of nature…it was ironic that he lay
on a bed depicting so much life and health in the shape of fruits and trees
when Taylor himself looked near to death.
Adam could see the ravages of opium on his once handsome face…he had aged. Why
had he not noticed this before? He knew why…he had not wanted to see that
Taylor was slipping away mentally and physically. He had been so sure he could
save him…so sure. And now look.
“Taylor?” Adam said tentitvely as he sat down on the bed. He reached over and
took the young man’s hand; his skin felt clammy and strange. It was evident
that he had a fever, brought on by his dependence on opium.
For a moment Taylor did nothing but groan, shifting as if even the soft cotton
sheets he lay on cause irritation on his overheated skin. Finally he managed to
open his eyes, fixing Adam with a bleary stare as he did so. When he spoke it
was croaky, his voice dry and strained from screaming, “L-lord Lambert…Br-ad
sent –y-you.” It was not a question but Adam nodded.
“Yes. He did, he is worried about you.” Adam stroked Taylor’s hand as he spoke
but Taylor wrenched his hand free and barked out a harsh laugh that made Adam
flinch slightly. He had been afraid of this; Taylor was a gentle, sweet young
man who would sooner hurt himself than cause anyone else pain…however opium
flipped his personality and he became a cruel, spiteful bully…Brad was more
often that not on the receiving end of his acid, though it never stopped him
from going to Taylor’s room when he was in a state.
“He i-is too soft –h-hearted. Such a gir-l…though…you –l-like him as a girl,”
Taylor said harshly.
Adam sighed and tried not to take the words or the meaning to heart; Taylor was
not himself. Nor would he ever be if he carried on like this. Though as Brad
had said…he needed the drug, it was not a matter of choice or reason…he needed
it to live now. But Adam had not given up yet, he was sure he could get Taylor
to give it up. He was sure. He just did not know how. Eventually he released
the boy’s hand and said quietly, “Taylor this is not you speaking, it is the
opium. You are not cruel by nature. Though you make Brad cry when you are like
this. Why are you cruel to him when all he wants is to help?”
Taylor groaned in pain and twisted in on himself briefly as a jolt in his
stomach made him double up to try and lessen the pain. He gasped and took
several breaths before he could speak. When he did his tone had grown harder.
“Why didn’t you j-just let me d-die?” He hissed out. “I never asked to be
saved!” He managed the final sentence without any gasps or coughs, such was the
venom thrown into it.
Adam watched him sadly then leant over and grabbed his chin, hard enough to
leave bruises on the too pale skin. “Listen to me,” he said quietly but
forcefully, his tone make Taylor blink and look suddenly scared, “I will tell
you something now that I have never told anyone else, not even Bradley, and
once you hear it…you can decide if you truly want to die. If you do, I will
leave these room, fetch a bottle of opium and give it to you and you may do as
you please. Do you understand?”
The boy swallowed, visibly shaken but he nodded quickly.
As Adam began to speak Taylor’s eyes widened in shock…
***** Sleepy Kitty *****
Chapter Summary
     Brad comes and finds Tommy when he needs a friend most...
Chapter Notes
     Thank you again guys! :D Love writing this for you! Sorry about the
     sweetness here...I had to!
                                        
                                        
Once alone Tommy had stood in the strange bathroom for a few moments, shivering
slightly and watching the door, in the hope Adam would come back. He missed the
man’s presence though he could not say why, he hardly knew him but…he felt safe
with him. Safer than he had done for some time.
However it became clear that Adam was not going to come back any time soon and
besides that, Tommy was naked and growing cold. He remembered what Adam had
said and crept through a door into what he found to be Adam’s bedroom. For a
moment he forgot all about the cold…he could only stare, dumbfounded at the
grandeur before him.
The bedroom was carpeted in a deep, plush red which went beautifully with the
dark, half panelled wood walls. The wood gave way to gold silk halfway up the
wall. Tommy was tempted to reach out and touch it…it looked so stunning, with a
deep gauzy texture. Clearly it was expensive. He felt so small standing there.
His eyes drifted to the bed and his mouth dropped open.
It was a huge four-poster bed, in dark engraved wood, and plush with deep red
sheets and gold pillows. As he studied it Tommy noticed the engravings were…he
blushed. They depicted, in exquisite detail, scenes of pleasure between men. He
frowned a little, surprised –though he could not say why- that not one of the
figures was female. He crept a little closer and checked, but no, he was
right…not a single woman was shown. He frowned again, thinking back to the
beautiful woman upon the stairs. Why was she here if Master Adam had no
interest in women? Or maybe he had two rooms…one for dalliances with men and
one for women?
Tommy had no idea. What is new Master did or did not do was not for him to
question. It was then he realised he maybe should not be in here…He had been
looking for the drawing room to find his clothes, or at the very least the
shift. He turned back to the door but found, to his horror, that it had closed
behind him and blended into the wall so perfectly he could not see it. He cast
around but could see no other door, only a large ornate wardrobe and dressing
table. He bit his lip and swallowed nervously. What if was really not supposed
to be in here? Would the Master beat him for it? How was he going to get out…he
could not even see a handle or anything.
Tommy started to panic and desperately felt along the brocade wall for anything
that resembled a door but he could find nothing. He had been so sure the door
was just behind him…but where had it-
He jumped back, heart beating fast as a door seemed to appear and open from the
wall. Of course it had not magically appeared, merely appearing so to him, but
still it gave him a fright. A number of choices flitted through his head; he
should bow, say he was sorry, burst into tears…anything to stop his Master from
beating him for being where he shouldn’t-
It was not Adam who entered the room but the beautifully Lady Eleanor instead.
Tommy did not know if this was worse or better…he supposed a woman, a Lady at
that, would be less inclined to beat him herself but what if she told Adam?
He hastily dropped to his knees in a perfected and learned motion, head down,
eyes on the carpet in respect. The fact he was naked seemed to have passed him
by, or more likely he was so used to being such that covering himself in front
of his betters never occurred to him. It was just how things were.
“Ah,” the Lady said, her voice musical and light, “here is the little kitty
cat. Did you get lost?” She asked gently. There was no harshness in her tone
which made Tommy visibly relax a little. He heard the soft rustle of silk and
the faint creak of her crinoline as she knelt down beside him. Her fingers,
cool and soft, found his chin to make him look up at her. The Lady studied his
face, her eyes kind and sympathetic in a way that slightly unnerved Tommy
though he could not say why. Perhaps it was the fact that he had had little to
no experience with Great Ladies, or much with women either, no matter how
common place or innocent the encounter may have been.
Tommy stared back, unblinking, wondering what on earth she was going to do with
him. He bit his lip and dared to say, “My Lady,” in the most respectful tone he
could manage.
Lady Eleanor smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “What a good boy you are. And
such a pretty one too…I must confess I am jealous of your skin. So soft and
smooth. Lord Adam will delight in it.” She smirked at his blush then rose and
gestured for him to do the same. “You noticed the bed?” She asked, without
expecting an answer it seemed as she swept towards it. Her fingers played over
the carved scenes of pleasure.
“So much pleasure for Lord Adam, so much pleasure…You are an innocent, I can
tell that. Does it make your body heat to see such things?” Eleanor smirked
again and watched as Tommy’s eyes followed her fingers. “You know why you are
here of course…does it excite you to image yourself as,” she gestured to a
particular scene, “perhaps this man? Bent over and being pounded from behind?”
Tommy blushed scarlet and shifted nervously. He hadn’t thought of it…until now.
Now images flitted into his head of Adam on top of him, Adam holding him down,
Adam inside…he looked away, causing Eleanor to laugh softly.
“Oh, forgive me, little kitty. I do not mean to tease,” she said softly, coming
nearer to touch his shoulder. “But you should not be so shy about pleasure. We
all deserve it. And Lord Adam will give you so much…when you are ready. Do not
be scared of him, little kitty. He will be gentle and caring with you.” Her
hand stroked down his back then she frowned. “Good God, you are freezing! Why
did you not say something? Here I am rattling on while you stand turning to
ice!”
The boy looked confused then said quietly, his tone rather baffled, “What would
I have said, my Lady? I…I am a slave. It does not matter if I am cold. I do as
my Master bids me.” The line was spoken with such conviction that even Tommy
saw the Lady flinch at the words.
She sighed softly and shook her head. “Perhaps before. Not here. If you are
uncomfortable or scared, you say so. To myself or to Lord Adam. You will not be
beaten for saying you are cold or hungry…not here. Never.” Eleanor smoothed her
dress, clearly an action to comfort herself and keep calm, before she took
Tommy’s hand. “Now, come with me and we shall get you into some clothes to
sleep in and we can sit by the fire in the drawing room, while we wait for Lord
Adam to return. I said I would sit with you. The first time in a new place can
be scary, I know.”
Tommy looked even more confused at her words but there was a small smile on his
lips. He felt safer. He felt calmer. He nodded. “Yes, my Lady…and…thank you.”
Lady Eleanor –Brad, to everyone but Tommy who still had no idea- crossed to the
great wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing a number of drawers contained
within. She opened one, which contained several nightgowns of her own, kept
here for when she strayed in Adam’s rooms. She picked through several before
finding a suitable one; it was made of soft cotton, thick enough to warm him
but not enough to make him uncomfortable. It was also revealing in very
specific ways…ways that always pleased Adam.
Naturally, not being a true woman and possessing a certain shape or attributes,
it would have been silly for Bradley’s nightgowns to have plunging necklines,
designed to show off breasts that he did not possess, and so Adam had had his
favourite seamstress design something different…this nightgown had slits, edged
with lace for decoration, up the arms where Adam could appreciate Brad’s soft
skin. It was also cut up the sides and then closed via crisscrossing white
ribbon…allowing easy access to his legs.
Brad knew Adam would love it on his latest. Of course he would buy Tommy is own
clothes but for now, it would suit. “Here, this will warm you up.”
Tommy took the dress nervously and blushed once more. With a nod from the Lady
he slipped it over his head quickly, smiling at the feel of the soft cotton on
his skin. It felt no stranger than wearing the dress and without the corset he
was comfortable, very comfortable, if he was honest. “Um…My Lady?” he started
shyly. He waited until she look at him and motioned for him to go on before he
did so, “Um…will I be sleeping here? With…with the Master tonight?”
“I cannot say,” came the reply, a smile on her lips as she spoke. “Perhaps. Now
follow me.” Brad swept over to the door, easily moving in the bulky skirt. Said
door that Tommy could not before suddenly seemed to appear in the wall as Brad
touched a certain part of the silk brocade upon the wall and pulled. He glanced
back and saw Tommy staring, stunned and amazed. “Ah, you could not see? It’s a
trick. Lord Adam liked the idea of having no doors visible in his bed chamber,
as if he was cut off from the world…in his own place…”
Brad trailed off, thinking of all the times he and Adam had shared here. He
shook his head and smiled then carried on, “Watch.” He closed the door again
and ran his hand down to a certain point, where the brocade, now Tommy knew
where to stare, thicker than the rest and…he blinked. Woven into the brocade
was a tassel…which when the Lady pulled it, caused the door to push out of the
wall and become, to the untrained eye, visible, as if appearing from nothing.
Tommy shook his head. “I thought I was magic.”
“No,” chuckled Brad, “simple craftsmanship. You will find many such innovations
here.” He escorted Tommy through the door and into the drawing room where his
clothes still lay. Bradley led him to the chaise nearest the fire and sat him
down so he could warm up. “Are you hungry or thirsty? I can ring for the maid
if you wish.”
More sleepy and overwhelmed than hungry Tommy shook his head. “No, thank you,
my Lady. I…I am just…” he bit his lip and stared at the fire for a moment,
thinking thought what he wanted to say. Before he could however the Lady
answered for him.
“Confused? Overwhelmed? Scared?” He moved and sat down beside Tommy, sensing
the boy needed comfort.
Tommy nodded slowly and shivered. He held his hands out towards the fire to
warm them. “Yeah-yes, I mean. I don’t…Master is so kind and gentle but…I…I
guess it’s not what I expected. Everyone said that…” he trailed off, his face
heating at the memory.
Brad knew what had likely been said. “The others said that…a pretty little
thing like you would be spreading your legs for some Lord in no time, and
begging like a whore? Or something of the sort, yes?”
“I…” Tommy blinked. That was nearly word for word what had been said, albeit
with more coarse language used by the other slaves, but still, it was shocking
that a Lady of rank would have even said the word whore! He stuttered and
floundered a bit, unsure of how to respond. Finally he managed to say, “Y-yes.
I was so convinced that Master would...take me straight away. I confess
that…well I find myself expecting him to change at any moment.”
“I can understand that…” Brad said before he could stop himself. He coughed and
looked away, aware he was supposed to be acting as a Lady who knew little, not
a slave with personal experience of how it was. He sighed then reached over and
stroked Tommy’s hair, “Here, lie down here and get some rest. Lord Adam should
be along shortly and he will see about your sleeping arrangements.”
Tommy shyly shifted and lay down with his head on Bradley’s –Eleanor to him-
lap. He closed his eyes and sighed in contentment as his companion slowly
stroked his hair and cheek. She began to hum a tune he did not know…He had
never felt so comforted in all his days, well at least not since he was a child
anyway.
“I heard a winter’s tree in song…it’s leaves were birds…a hundred strong…when
all at once, it ceased to sing…for every leaf…had taken wing…” Brad sang
softly, the tune one he had learned years ago in the orphanage. He glanced down
and saw with amusement that Tommy was fast asleep. “Sleepy kitty,” he whispered
fondly.
***** Little Kitty Caught Spying *****
Chapter Summary
     While Tommy sleeps Adam works his passion out with Brad, however in
     the midst of it...a little Kitty wakes and sees something that makes
     him very hard...
Chapter Notes
     So sorry it took so long :( I am sure most thought I had given up!
     Far from it I assure you! Just have not be very well at all :( I hope
     it was worth the wait! Tried to make it a good length for you :)
     Enjoy! Love your comments as always!
 
It was near an hour before Adam returned to his rooms. And when he did he
opened the door to find the fire had burned down to embers –no one having
tended it- and Brad seated on the sofa…Tommy asleep with his head on Brad’s
lap. Adam paused for a moment, just watching the scene of his lover stroking
the boy’s hair, his eyes closed, and the picture of relaxation.
“They look like sister and little brother,” Adam thought to himself with a
small, fond smile. He could not help but notice the nightgown that Brad had
given Tommy…It showed a great deal of his smooth, pale skin. Adam’s eyes
followed the line of Tommy’s leg…He swallowed and came over. “Brad,” he
whispered, aiming to get his lover’s attention but not wake the boy on his lap;
Tommy had had enough going on today without having to deal with this too.
Bradley stirred and blinked up at Adam. He smiled, shifting a little before he
breathed, “Adam…Oh…” he gestured to Tommy, “Your little kitty fell asleep on
me.”
“It is a lot to take in,” Adam commented, staring down at Tommy with soft, fond
smile. He looked for all the world like he wanted to pick Tommy up, carry him
to bed and fall asleep with the boy in his arms.
“Should…should I go?” Brad had seen his gaze and knew that look.
However Adam shook his head. “No, I…I…Ineed you tonight. I need...and he
cannot, not yet.”
Brad, had he been a different kind of man, might have been jealous that Adam
wanted to fuck Tommy, but as he was new to all this, Brad would have to do. But
he knew that was not what Adam meant. Adam needed a warm, willing body to numb
his pain and stress, and Brad had been that body for many years…He was not
about to refuse now.
He gestured to Tommy, still asleep and oblivious to anything, “What about him?
You can hardly bend me over and fuck me with this one asleep on me.” Brad
winked mischievously.
Adam stared at Tommy then smiled briefly, “I’ll take him to my bed. He can
sleep there until I come back.” He reached down and gently lifted the sleeping
boy into his arms, bridal style. Tommy made a soft noise but did not wake as
Adam’s strong arms held him safely.
Brad watched, turning in his seat, so he could follow Adam with his eyes,
taking in the strength and poise of his Master…and the smallness of Tommy in
his arms. Once the bedroom door closed Brad rose and smoothed his skirts then
went to attend to the fire; he could have called a maid but given what Adam
wanted it would just be a wasted journey for the poor girl.
 
                                     ~*~*~
                                        
In the bedroom Adam set Tommy down gently on the bed and watched him for a
moment, his eyes tracing the soft skin and gentle curves. His gaze lingered
upon the boy’s thighs…thoughts of what lay between them…it would be so easy to
shift the sleeping Tommy onto his belly, part legs and lift the dress up so his
ass was on show…Adam could stroke him, spread his cheeks and…
No. No. He couldn’t do that. It was not time yet. Besides, he had Brad waiting
next door. Adam hastily pulled the covers over Tommy and left, leaving the door
slightly ajar in case he woke and panicked about being alone.
Adam found Brad had removed his dress and stood by the fire, leg propped up on
a chair, unrolling his stockings, wearing just his shift and corset. He had
even pulled the pins from his hair and let it fall in soft curls around his
shoulders.
“You…are truly beautiful,” Adam said softly, coming closer, his hand ran up
Brad’s leg as he spoke.
“Really? What of your new pet? Did you desire him just now?” Bradly teased, a
smirk gracing his pretty features. “I chose the gown especially for you. Is his
skin not soft and tempting...so delicious. I could support him against me, kiss
his neck, stroke his hair and soothe him while you spread his legs and take his
virtue…”
Adam felt himself growing hard against his breeches and swallowed. God he
wanted that but he could not. Not yet. It would not be fair. “I would rather
have you,” he retorted, pulling Brad to him and kissing away his words. “I
would have you bent over…” he manhandled the laughing boy to the chaise and
pushed him over the arm of it before wrenching up the shift and exposing bare
skin, “Your tight hole on display and ready for me…”
“Such a naughty boy,” he whispered upon seeing that Bradley wore no
undergarments. His hands ran up the backs of the boy’s thighs to massage the
globes of his pretty ass. “You know I require my boys to be properly dressed!
Let me see…” he spread Brad’s legs wide and reached between them, “Ah, at least
you did not attempt to remove your cage. Good boy.” His hand had found the gold
cock cage that he often put on Brad; not because he did not trust him, simply
because it looked pretty on him and made him more demure…more ladylike.
“Mmm…Please, sir, please let me come today,” Brad begged softly, using a
breathy, girlish voice he knew always excited Adam.
Adam smirked and slapped Brad’s upturned ass hard. “No, you came this morning
remember?”
“But…but it was not…” the boy protested, blushing slightly from the slap upon
his ass.
“It was not what? I distinctly remember that you came. Tell me what I did…in
detail,” Adam said, rubbing his hand over Brad’s ass as he spoke. When Brad
merely moaned and did not speak he laid another hard slap across the skin.
“Now, boy!” He snapped, though there was no heat behind it.
Brad cried out in pleasure and bit his lip as soon as he did so, fearing he
would wake Tommy in the next room. He composed himself then said, “Y-you pulled
my ass into the air when I was asleep and I woke up then…then you spread my
legs and cheeks, I was still open from last night and filled with your come…”
he paused, blushing despite himself.
Adam slapped his ass hard. “Carry on boy…make my cock grow for you…”
“Ah! Y-yes, sir. You…mmm…you called me a ‘good little come whore’ and…and you
pushed your fingers inside, drawing out some of your come to play around my
hole. You told me that my cunt was all wet for…mmm…for y-you.” As he spoke Adam
amused himself by rubbing around the outside rim of Brad’s hole, occasionally
dipping a finger inside and enjoying the tight heat that enveloped his finger.
“Oh yes,” he teased, looking down at the boy’s hole as it fluttered around his
finger. “I remember. You were very wet…so desperate for my cock. As you are
now, I see.” He smirked and began to open his pants with one hand, becoming
tired of teasing and wishing to sink into the pliant, willing body of his boy.
Brad wriggled and shifted upon the chaise, peering back over his shoulder to
check if his Master was nearly ready. He grinned when he saw that Adam was hard
and only in need of oil to complete preparation. He stretched and spread his
legs wider, bracing himself for the coming cock; it would hurt, it always did,
even with careful stretching and plenty of oil…Adam was larger than most and
certainly he possessed the largest cock Brad himself had ever had. However he
would not wish the pain to lessen any, even if he could, it made him feel
alive, connected to his lover in a way he guessed he would not if the pain was
gone.
He knew enough that the slight pain he felt was nothing like the pain he had
felt with previous Masters; ones who would fuck him dry with nothing, not even
spit, or else force him to do the same to others. That was cruel and
torture…this was…passion.
He was brought out of his thoughts when the feel of soft, silky oil was traced
once more around his hole and then pushed inside by two fingers. This continued
for a short while; both he and Adam were breathing fast and both were in need
of release. The fingers vanished and Brad knew his Master was hastily slicking
his own cock. Sure enough he felt the head resting against his hole, gently
pushing then retreating to tease both of them.
“Master…Master please,” Brad whined softly, unable even to pretend this had no
effect on him. He needed this…Now. NOW!
Adam, who was in much the same state, groaned and pushed forward, embedding his
cock deeply inside Brad in one stroke.
“Ah…” Brad winced then moaned loudly. The shock of sudden and fast penetration
made him feel even more owned and love. He could not help but let out a little
sob, not of pain but of pleasure and happiness. “M-Master…”
“I know,” Adam said, breathing hard against Brad’s back. He reached down and
laced his fingers with Brad’s, gently squeezing. “I know, sweet-one. I know.
Just breathe with me…” he felt Brad take a shaky, desperate, ragged breath
under him, “good boy. Keep doing that, understand?”
“Y-yes,” his boy managed weakly, overwhelmed by pleasure and the feeling of
fullness.
Adam gave one final squeeze of his fingers then removed his hand. Both took up
places upon Brad’s slender hips. He jerked Brad backwards onto his thrusts and
began to fuck him hard, giving each what they needed.
                                    ~*~*~*~
 
In the bedroom Tommy had been awoken by moans coming through the slightly open
door. He had sat up then slipped from the bed and crept over to see what was
happening. He knew what those moans meant…or at least he knew that men came to
the shop with their slaves and go into a room, and moans would be heard. He
assumed he knew what went on, in some ways.
However what he saw made him blush scarlet from head to toe. Lord Lambert,
still mostly clothed, thrusting hard into…into Lady Eleanor upon the chaise.
She was in her nightgown and corset, moaning and gripping the fabric as the
Lord gripped her roughly.
Tommy knew he should go back to bed, stop looking, go to sleep, anything but
stay and watch but…all his blood had gone south and he felt rather light headed
as his cock grew very hard, very fast. He glanced down at the small budge in
his nightdress then back up when he heard Lord Lambert gasp something. At the
words Tommy’s eyes widened;
“Such a tight little cunt.”
“Cunt…”Tommy mouthed, unsure. He was half convinced he had heard it before but
after all the events of the day it had slipped from memory. He bit his lip as
his own cock gave a twitch, demanding to be seen to. He knew he couldn’t touch
himself. Even before Master Adam had told him so…it was one of the first things
he was taught; his cock was no longer his own and if he was caught with his
hands between his legs he’d be punished. Naturally he broke the rule a couple
of times in the early days but now he had learned the lesson.
Tommy looked up again and watched Master Adam thrusting faster and faster,
evidently nearing completion. As he watched Master Adam gave a loud groan and
slumped forward onto Lady Eleanor, who likewise was moaning and breathing hard.
Tommy knew little about women’s completion but assumed she too was…done, as it
were.
He stood stock still, watching in wonder as his Master lay breathing against
his partner. Finally Lord Adam sat back and pulled out of Eleanor. Tommy bit
his lip to see his cock. Even after completion he was…still very large. Briefly
Tommy wondered how on earth such a small woman as the Lady managed to take it
within her. Perhaps women were different.
“Fuck,” he head Lord Adam say then he watched as he slapped Eleanor’s ass
briefly. “I needed that.”
“A shame your boy is asleep, eh?” Eleanor answered with a soft, breathy gasp.
“Ye-“ Adam said then glanced over at the door. He saw Tommy’s white face
peeking out of the door, only to have it vanish when he looked.
Inside the bedroom Tommy gasped and darted back to bed hastily, as if that
would make it alright. He pulled the covers over his head and nearly stopped
breathing, praying for a miracle that Adam had not seen him spying.
                                    ~*~*~*~
                                        
Adam tucked his cock away and did up his breeches, thinking all the while.
Tommy had seen them. Tommy had seen him…had he heard him too? He sighed. God he
hoped not. He did not want Tommy to think he was a brute…naturally what had
been consensual for both, might have been seen to Tommy as Adam taking Brad
roughly.
“Adam?” Brad asked, turning slightly to look at him. “What is it?”
“He…he saw,” Adam gestured to the door. “He was watching.”
Brad tried, and failed, to hide his grin. “Cheeky monkey, eh? Had to have a
look. Well who can blame him? It was quite a sight I am sure.”
“It is not that! What if he…what if he thinks I was raping you? What if he is
scared?!” Adam said, in a hissed rush.
“He will not be scared of what he saw!” Brad reassured him, “Just that he was
caught looking. Honestly Adam have you learned nothing? Go and see him. Do not
worry about me, I’ll clean up and go to bed. Go and see the boy, before he
grows more and more worried.” Brad shifted out from half under Adam and
gathered up his clothes.
Adam swallowed and stood up, checking he looked neat and free of the signs of
what had just gone on. He sighed then walked over to the bedroom door. He
pushed it opened and looked in; he could see that Tommy was hiding under the
covers, likely trying to be asleep in order to avoid being in trouble. Adam was
not angry with the boy, it was natural to be curious. He was more worried that
Tommy thought him cruel, after all he had done to try and ensure the poor lad
felt safe here.
“Tommy?” He called. “Please, do not be scared. I’m not angry, little one.
Really.” He slowly came closer and pulled back the covers on the bed to reveal
the small form of his new pet, curled up with his knees under his chin, eyes
tightly closed. “Tommy? I…I know what you saw might be confusing…” Adam trailed
off, unsure how to voice it. He bit his lip then said, “Lady Eleanor and I were
making love. I know it probably looked…rough but…we…we like it…” he gave up,
feeling foolish.
However he did not need to be concerned. Tommy opened his eyes and whispered,
“I did not mean to spy! Please don’t send me away! I…I didn’t mean it…I
couldn’t help…it got hard by itself I swear!”
For a moment Adam was baffled. Then it dawned on him. Tommy had no cage yet and
he had been aroused by what he saw in the drawing room. He found himself
smirking. “Did you like what you saw, little one?”
Tommy blushed and curled around himself tighter. “Y-yes, Master, sorry Master!”
Adam climbed into the bed and gently uncurled Tommy so he was lying flat on his
back. He could easily see the erection through the thin nightgown fabric. “Yes,
I see you did…but you did not touch yourself, or come, which is good. I am very
pleased with you, Tommy,” he said gently, ensuring the boy knew he was not in
trouble.
Slowly Adam reached out and pulled up Tommy’s gown, gradually exposing the soft
skin of his thighs until finally he was presented with his hard cock. He stared
down at it, mulling over a few options in his head. Normally he would have put
a ring on the boy until he calmed down, making it clear that he should have not
acted as he did…however Tommy was new and innocent. He could not bring himself
to cage the poor lad, not yet anyway. He would have to soon but not tonight.
“Move over, Tommy,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt,  then slipped into the
bed beside him wearing just his breeches. Adam pulled him close and slowly
skimmed his hand down over the flat stomach to encircle his cock in his fist.
“I want,” he whispered against Tommy’s hair, “you to come…right here…”
Tommy, half convinced he was still in trouble, gasped against Adam’s chest,
where he was held so tenderly. He let out a weak moan as his master began to
pump his cock firmly. It had been so long since he had been touched. Tommy
moaned again, clutching desperately at Adam’s skin while pleasure mounted. He
would not last long.
“Good boy,” Adam cooed, “come on…you can do it…” He did not expect Tommy to
last very long, that could come later and be taught. For now he wanted him to
come so he would calm and sleep.
With a soft shout Tommy released all over Adam’s hand. He was breathing hard
and clutched still at Adam’s skin, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. “M-
master…” he managed, unable to say anything else.
“Hush, it is fine, do not worry,” Adam soothed, wiping his hand upon the sheets
as he did so. “I am very proud of you. Are you well?”
Tommy was not sure how he was. He looked up at Adam’s handsome face then smiled
shyly and nodded, “Yes, Master…I am.”
Adam smiled, his other hand came up and stroked Tommy’s cheek, “Good boy. Now,
let us sleep. We shall have a busy day tomorrow.” He reached over and blew out
the candles before he pulled Tommy closer and closed his eyes.
Already he was planning what he would do when they awoke…
***** Blue Ribbon Girl *****
Chapter Summary
     A week later...
     Adam dresses Tommy in one of his new dresses, with plans to take him
     out on the town...
                                One_Week_Later
Adam was so proud of Tommy. He had settled in much better than expected and
appeared to like his new life. He certainly liked his new clothes. The
seamstress had worked her magic and he looked beautiful...he also looked
innocent and sweet.
As decided Tommy's wardrobe had not been designed with a woman in mind, unlike
Brad's but with a younger girl's styles. That meant shorter dresses in pastel
colours -pale blue, pale pink, baby lavender and yellows- with bows and sashes,
as well as white stockings and white ankle boots. His corsets were also less
constricting as he had little need of a curvy and womanly figure.
Tommy's hair, already long, had been curled and sat prettily around his
shoulders. It could be decorated with bows and such to make his various
outfits.
However it was his training that was of most interest to Adam. And that...well,
it was going very, very well. The crate of specially made to measure toys and
restraints had arrived a few days ago and Adam had been desperate to play with
them. He held back however and stuck to the prescribed daily rituals.
He did use a few of the items however straight away. Tommy had his cage -
silver, inlaid with pearls- fitted to his cock, with his balls tenderly placed
in a white velvet bag and tied in a bow to the cage itself. The image, Adam had
to admit, was delightful.
The days fell into a routine after that.
Adam would wake to Tommy curled up beside him, sometimes naked, sometimes in
one of those sinful nightgowns, depending on what had gone on the night before.
He would was usually naked himself. He would then wake Tommy and gently coax
him down his body to his cock.
At which point Tommy, sleepy and adorable, would take him into his mouth. His
practice with the wooden toys had paid off, that Adam could attest to. He could
take Adam deep and suck, worshiping his cock with his tongue, and using his
hands to massage his Master's balls.
It never failed to bring Adam to climax...at which point Tommy would swallow
and lick him clean, like a good boy should.
Then came Tommy's morning spanking. Adam was strict about this; he was a firm
believer that it kept the boys in good order and taught them discipline. He
made it clear though that these morning -and evening- spankings were not
because Tommy had done wrong. If he had done wrong he would be caned.
Thankfully he had not yet deserved such.
'Into position, little one," Adam said with a smile. "Bend over, good boy. Lift
your nightgown," Adam rose from the bed and watched as Tommy bent over the bed
and reached back to pull his nightgown over his legs and ass.
Adam reached out and stroked his hand over Tommy's soft thigh and perfect ass.
"So soft, little one...so perfect." He could not resist spreading the boy a
little to see the head of a silver plug buried inside him. It was small still,
but the gradual stretching was going well; he could now take two fingers
without any trouble, three with a little more coaxing.
Soon he would be ready for Adam's cock.
"Now..." Adam purred softly, toying with the plug and smirking as Tommy moaned,
"my hand or your paddle? Which do you think? You were paddled last night...and
you took it so well..." He massaged Tommy's ass cheeks as he spoke.
Tommy blushed and whispered, "Can...can I have your...hand?"
"I don't see why not.." Adam agreed and smiled. "I think ten will do...we have
a busy dead ahead of us after all. I though," his hand continued to massage
Tommy's skin, "that we might go to the gardens for a stroll. Lady Eleanor is
taking tea with a friend so it will be just us for a change...Would you like
that?"
"Y-yes, Master."
"Good. Remember to count," Adam removed his hands from Tommy entirely then took
a deep breath before bringing his hand down and hitting him squarely on the
left cheek with a resounding slap. It was hard, but not as hard as it could
have been. Tommy bruised easily.
"Ah! One, thank you, Master."
Another two slaps followed in quick succession. "Ow! Two and three, thank you
Master."
Adam paused and merely watched for nearly half a minute before spanking hi
again, this time a little harder. "Ah, ow! Ow! F-four! Thank you, Master!"
By the time they reached ten Tommy was whimpering on the bed and shifting his
hips back and forth. His ass was a delicious ruby red and warm to the touch.
Adam smiled and rubbed him gently, taking away the sting with a soft touch.
"Now...bath time!"
Once Tommy was bathed and massaged with lavender scented oils, he was dried and
conducted back into the bedroom so Adam could dress him. He took care of all
Tommy's needs, hardly ever passing them on to the maids. He was adept at tying
corsets and sashes and such, and had no need of help.
While Tommy was in the bath however the maids had laid out the gown Adam had
selected the night before; a white lace and silk dress with light blue dash
around the waist, puffed sleeves with blue ribbon laced through them, blue
ribbon decoration at the neck and at the hem.
They had also laid out white boots that came about three inches above Tommy's
ankle.
The rest Adam would fetch himself.
Tommy stood, naked, in the middle of the room, hugging himself and shivering a
little, despite the crackling fire. He watched with wide eyes as Adam moved
about the room, fetching a chemise -of the highest quality and as soft as a
feather- then two petticoats, one plain and one lace that would puff out his
skirt, next he opened the top draw of the ottoman and picked out a pair of
short kid gloves of the purest white and fastened with pearl buttons. He also
chose a pair of silk stockings for Tommy, along with blue ribbon to fasten
them.
Lastly Adam took out a corset, made to Tommy's size, and laid it on the bed.
Adam turned and smiled at Tommy then beckoned him over. By now Tommy was used
to being dressed like a doll...he, with a blush, had to admit he liked it. The
clothes made him feel pretty. He obediently let himself be posed and shifted as
Adam fist drew on his stockings, kneeling down before him to tie the ribbons
around his thighs. Adam paused to suck a small mark into the pale, soft skin of
his boy's thigh before pulling away.
He rose and fetched the chemise -which had been warming on the stand before the
fire- and slipped it over Tommy's head. Next came the petticoats, first the
plain, then the lace. Then his corset, which Adam tied at the back with more
blue ribbon; he was a stickler for theme.
Next Adam helped Tommy on with his boots, holding the boy's foot gently as he
slipped it inside then lacing the boot as his fingers caressed his shin.
Tommy blushed and stood still, watching his Master tend to him as if he was
something precious.
Adam rose once more and picked up the gloves. He did the same as he had with
Tommy's feet, gently guided and then buttoning them close, placing a kiss to
the bare skin of Tommy's wrist just before he did so.
"Beautiful..." he whispered. He sat Tommy town, stroking his shoulders and the
nape of his neck, before brushing his curls until they shone then adding a
larger white bow at the back.
Tommy looked quite the little lady.
"Perfect. Go and wait for me in the drawing room. I shall dress and be with you
in a moment..." He pressed a gentle kiss to Tommy's pouting lips then shooed
him off.
The boy paused then whispered, "Master...I...I have no...undergarments on..."
Adam chuckled then raised an eyebrow and looked at his boy. "Oh, I am well
aware, little one. Do not worry. I did not forget. You have your cage...and
your plug...you do not need anything else."
Tommy blushed then hurried off into the other room, embarrassed by the rush of
blood that caused his cock to strain in its pearl cage.
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