1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    his decadent lifestyle, and he had been rewarded handsomely for the boy's efforts. However, over the last few years the constant abuse of his paunchy, overweight body by selfish self-indulgence had taken his toll, and with it, corrupted and converted his mind into one of jealousy, distrust, and loathing. And Oliver's target of derision was none other than his young apprentice. He secretly despised how effortless it had been for the boy to pick up his craft, and perform at an even better level and understanding than himself. His hatred continued to be compounded by prejudice, as the boy was nothing more than a common slave, of little reputation or regard. He drowned his frustrations via frequent visits to the many drinking establishments in Beaufort Royale, choosing to use that time to forget it all. It was not unusual then for the boy to find his master returning during the daytime to their smithy pummeled with the mixture of perspiration and liqueur on his foul-smelling breath. Oliver's level of resentment escalated to irrational outbursts, as he would often punish the boy by grabbing a wooden paddle and slamming/slapping it hard against the boy's body. Seizing the boy by his shoulders, Oliver would d***kenly berate the boy, then haphazardly fling the boy to the ground while he'd continue to beat him some more with the paddle. Each strike of the paddle would leave large, red whelps all over the boy's chest and arms, which soon turned into significant purplish-discolored ...
    bruises and bumps. After his little &#034session&#034 with the boy, Oliver would retire to the adjacent room near the smithy, where he would summarily fall fast asl**p. The souvenirs Oliver left on the boy's battered skin were a painful, persistent reminder which the boy silenced by delving into his work. The boy had completely finished molding and bending the hunting sword into its proper shape when he noted his master entering the blacksmith's area, stumbling unsteadily towards him, unkempt and with a liqueur bottle in his left hand. The boy barely flinched upon seeing his master, until he noticed that Oliver had his arm slung around an immaculately dressed soldier wearing a red and white silk frock coat, decorated with various commendations and matching white breeches, with a neatly trimmed Caesar-styled haircut, also accompanied by a long metal scabbard painted in red, holding the soldier's military sword. His attire was in stark contrast with the grimy appearance of his d***ken master. Thomas also saw that the soldier's face was chiseled and stern, certainly one attractive enough to receive attention from many of the female residents living in Beaufort Royale. &#034You there!&#034 called the soldier, as he caught a glimpse of the boy almost hidden in the dusty confines of the blacksmith shop. &#034Boy!&#034 After a minute of silence the boy replied, hesitant. &#034M-Me, sir?&#034 &#034Yes, you. Is this gentleman I am holding up right now your master?&#034 asked the soldier. ...