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Brian moaned, “No,
sir!”

“You should have taken her
up on her offer, Brian,” Grendel teased, hitting Brian again. “If
you had, you would be sure that you would have a nice orgasm this
morning. Now, it’s entirely in my hands.”

Brian began to breathe more
regularly and nodded. “Yes, sir. As it should be, sir, if you’ll
excuse my saying it.” He planted his feet more firmly in place and
closed his eyes.

“I will this time,” Grendel
said idly. He looked down at Sharon, who was moving her head back
and forth to stroke Brian’s cock with her tongue. It was a nice
move, but nothing impressive. “Get your mouth on his balls,” he
said, punctuating his words with more flicks. “Let me see how you
treat a pair of nuts.”

Sharon obediently swept her
mouth off of Brian’s cock and twisted her shoulders to get
underneath it. Despite the fact that it kept slipping across her
face, she managed to start licking at at the spheres in question.
Brian sighed.

Grendel made a little slip
knot in one end of the strip of leather he held and looped it
neatly behind the curved head of Brian’s cock. Then, he tugged up,
raising the cock so that it was flat against the man’s belly. He
pushed Brian’s head down a little and put the tether end of the
cock leash into his mouth, and then stepped back.

Oh yes, much better. Brian
stood, his feet planted far apart, his hands behind his back, and
his head bent forward. His cock was stiff, up against his belly,
and his balls were exposed for Sharon’s ministrations. And Sharon
took advantage of the opportunity. She lavished attention on them,
licking them up and down and back and forth. Then, she gently
sucked one into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. The same
treatment was given to its twin. The result of this was Brian
making several sharp sounds between his clenched jaws. Sounds very
much like whimpers.

Sharon suppressed a nasty
grin and extended her tongue up behind his balls, as far as she
could. That always got them going! And it worked on Brian, too.
Whadda you know, she thought, feeling him jerk and tasting new
sweat on him. He’s not as queer as he acts. So where’s his
snottiness now, huh? He’s nothing but another guy, crying like a
baby because someone knows what to do with his precious cock! She
nibbled on the loose flesh around his balls, enjoying the sounds he
continued to make around the piece of leather clenched in his
teeth.

Grendel was, despite his
reservations concerning Sharon, mildly impressed. If nothing else,
she seemed to be a good cocksucker. He reached in and freed Brian’s
cock. Brian made a gasping sound as the tension was taken away, and
moaned out the air when Sharon instinctively brought his cock back
between her lips and massaged the head with pressure from her
tongue.

“Oh my God, oh sir!”
Brian’s back arched even further and his hips thrust forward. “Oh
please, I can’t hold it, sir!”

“But you will,” Grendel
said sternly. “This is only the beginning.”

Brian groaned and tried to
think of the multiplication tables, the subway schedules, the
number of colored handkerchiefs in the hanky code. Anything but
what was happening to him! It was just amazing how good this crass,
ignorant piece of stuck-up girl was! As she pulled back, drawing
her tight, wet lips along his shaft, he began to pant.

Don’t fuck it up now! the
nagging voice in his head screamed. Think of nasty things, hotdogs
with ketchup, liver with onions, pastrami with mayo! Think of cold
things, like freezer pops and ice cubes, falling on your crotch,
where there was now enough heat to... to...

“Argh!” he finally yelled
out, twisting and pulling away from her. His cock slipped out of
her mouth and her eyes opened wide in surprise. Glistening wet and
stiffly jerking in front of his body, his cock flopped up and down,
the very motion a hellish erotic wave.

Grendel stepped closer and
pushed Brian violently forward, spearing Sharon’s mouth with that
cock once more. Sharon yelped and tried to keep her balance, but
she fell back and then onto her side in the grass. Brian stumbled
to his knees next to her.

“Looks like we’re going to
have to try that again,” Grendel said. He gazed down at the two of
them and reached into a pocket. Then, he tossed a strip of six
wrapped condoms onto the grass between them.

“Between the two of you, I
want one of these separated from the others, opened, and on Brian’s
stiff cock in...” he took a quick glance at his watch. “Two
minutes. Starting now!”

They scrambled for the
strip of safes, bumping into each other as their heads dived for
them. Grendel sighed. “And you’d better figure out a good way to
achieve this,” he added, watching them fumble and fight. “We’ll
have five more to go through by the end of this
session.”

* * * *

Robert found Chris in the
library, picking through a stack of binders and books on one of the
tables. “There is a special assignment for you, Robert,” the
majordomo said, beckoning the man forward. “These,” he shoved a
small stack of paperbacks to one side, “are books of soliloquies,
poems and famous speeches. Several are marked off. You are to begin
to memorize them in preparation for a recital every other
day.”

Robert swallowed hard. Did
he really hear that? He blinked and nodded, to let Chris
continue.

“These,” Chris shoved over
a pile of binders, “are lesson plans. You are also to familiarize
yourself with them, in preparation for some tutoring that Mistress
Alexandra wants done.”

“T-tutoring?” Robert
echoed. “In what? Um, who? Please, Chris, I never...”

“Don’t be silly, Robert, of
course you’ve taught. I’ve seen your resume. You’ve conducted
seminars in very high level marketing strategies, product
placement, and mail order catalog design. These lessons are in
subjects far easier than the ones you’ve been successful in, and
you’ll be providing a service for the house.” Chris seemed to be
much more encouraging than he usually was, and Robert was taken
aback by the man’s apparent friendliness and helpfulness. He stared
and then nodded helplessly.

“You will find some
clothing in a box under your bed, and hanging on the back of the
door of the dorm. Go and put these books neatly by that box, and
then get dressed and meet me by the garage. Ms. Selador has a few
errands to run, and you will be driving. Your license is in the
jacket pocket. Please strive for speed, we’d like to get this done
early today.”

Robert was at the door when
he remembered something and turned back. “Please, Chris,” he said
earnestly, “if I may ask...who will I be tutoring?”

A bit of the familiar,
nasty Chris showed up in a wide grin. “Sharon, of course. With
speed, Robert, with speed!”

* * * *

Claudia climbed off the
stepping machine and wiped the sweat off of her forehead with a
clean, soft towel. She had nothing against strenuous activity every
once in a while, but sweating was so... so unladylike. She
dutifully recorded her progress on her own chart and padded over to
the bar for a drink of water. When she turned back, she was
surprised to see Rachel standing in the doorway.

“Oh!” the little slave
gasped. She set her glass down carefully. “I’m sorry, Miss, you
just startled me.”

Rachel smiled. “That’s all
right,” she purred, moving into the room. “It’s good to be
startled. I see you’re assigned to me today,
Claudia-baby.”

Claudia nodded.

“That’s nice,” Rachel said.
“Because I don’t have much to do this afternoon. So I can afford to
spend a lot of time paying attention to you.”

Claudia gulped and nodded
again, afraid to do anything else. Rachel had never behaved like
this before! Despite the way she reportedly terrorized poor Brian,
neither Claudia nor Robert had ever been even harshly disciplined
by her. The times that Claudia had worked with the second floor
housekeeper had been spent in sweeping, cleaning and making beds,
or folding laundry. Now, however, the look in Rachel’s eyes
suggested something far more personal. She waved one hand casually
at Claudia. “Go on, finish your exercise,“ she suggested. “I’ll
just watch for a little while.”

And so Rachel did, staying
through Claudia’s stretching and low-impact aerobics, and then
through the cool down yoga as well. When Claudia opened her eyes
after her tenth deep breath cycle, the housekeeper was
gone.

Chapter
Thirteen

Brian limped off to the
stable, bruised and sore and streaked with grimy bands of sweat and
dust. Grass stains marked his knees and thighs and the sides of his
arms, and smudged dirt covered his body. Anywhere that wasn’t
covered with the marks of a man who just spent almost two hours
rolling around in a field was slashed with a series of thin, angry
red lines, which stung and glowed with heat.

Individual strands of grass
and leaves were still stuck in his hair. He had spent a few minutes
trying to pull them out by combing his fingers through and knew he
hadn’t succeeded. And he was hungry. No lunch today, Grendel had
announced. They had wasted too much time trying to do a simple
exercise, and there was no sense in giving them more time to be
lazy. Brian would proceed to the stable and begin working, and
Sharon would clean herself up in time to ask Robert and Claudia if
they wanted the oral services she was supposed to have properly
offered them that morning. He was, he told them, extremely
disappointed. During the entire morning, they had only managed the
feat once.

First, they squabbled over
who should pick up the strip of packages. Then, tearing the whole
thing in half with their teeth, they were each stuck with three
wrapped ones and nothing loose. With no hands to hold the packages,
there was nothing to do but crawl to each other, grasp one pack
together, and rip it open.

Of course, they couldn’t
relinquish the three that each of them already had. Each one wanted
the other to drop theirs. Each one growled and cursed at the other
through teeth clenched around the edges of these little gold and
white packages.

Grendel called the two
minute time limit, and picked up a rod he had left laying on the
top fence rail. It was white, and some kind of plastic, and it had
a short handle on one end. To Brian, it looked like a comically
long conductor’s baton. Grendel slashed it a couple of times
through the air, allowing the two slaves to hear the whistle of its
passage, and then proceeded to whip the two of them almost to
tears. Then, he told them to start over. And over. And over. They
began to drool around the soft squares of metallic plastic, and
when they finally tore one open, it kept dropping out of Sharon’s
mouth, and she would have to drop onto her belly to retrieve it.
And never mind that
she
dropped it, they were both punished.

Of course, by the time
Sharon had one properly positioned in her mouth, the state of
Brian’s cock was not up to being covered in latex. She tried, oh,
she tried, but she could not arouse it at the same time as holding
the rolled latex. Another beating, this time accompanied by tears
and cries, and then she started from the beginning. They ended up
tearing open four out of the six packages, ripping holes in three
out of the four condoms, and then finally getting one, just one,
over the head of Brian’s not-quite-as-hard cock.

At which time Grendel
untied the two of them and gave them their instructions and
dismissed them. Oh, and he told Brian to pick up the shredded
detritus of the morning wrestling and throw it away. Which was why
Brian had a handful of torn plastic and latex in one hand along
with grass and dirt in his hair. He found a large trash container
and tossed everything in it, and ruffled his hair, causing more
bits and pieces to fall out. He looked down at the assorted trash
and sighed heavily. What a glorious future I face, he mused. What
made me think this was going to be like some hot story out of a gay
porn magazine? I spend hours and hours trying to please a woman who
is insatiable, my own cock is so neglected it jumps up whenever a
breeze hits it, and the most exercise I get is wrestling with
another woman while my dick does push-ups. I’m never going to get
off again. I think I made a mistake.

“’
Eere now, it’s th’ pretty
boy ’imself come to work wi’ th’ commoners,” Jack drawled out,
watching him. “You look like you’ve ’ad a bit o’ wrestlin’ action
this mornin’, y’do.”

Brian looked up with a
weary expression and shrugged. “I’m here to work with you,” he said
sullenly.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Elliot said
you’d be by,” Jack admitted. “But I didn’t think you’d be lookin’
like somethin’ the bleedin’ cat dragged in!” He chuckled. “Well, no
matter! You’ll do for what purposes I’ve got t’day. C’mon, I’ll
show you th’ tack, an’ teach you t’clean it proper.”

Brian followed the
stableman to a shed that adjoined the stable, and breathed in the
rich, enveloping scent of expensive, well kept leather.
English-style saddles and assorted bridles and working gear hung
from gleaming brass hooks and sat on polished wooden racks. The
floor was a burnished blond wood, and the late morning sun streamed
in through the opened side door. The windows of the shed were of
colored glass, making muted shadows within the interior. Brian
could have lived in this room gladly. He breathed the smell in
deeply.