Study of a Master's Heart: Part Three

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  A dispute had occured between Prince Raji and Master.  Raji wanted 
some of Master's servants to be castrated and become part of his own 
household.  Raji even wanted Lalan to serve him.  Master would not 
hear of it.  Any smart man on the street would know better than to 
cross Prince Raji, especially with the temper that snooty young 
prince had.  But Master laughed at his threats and gave Raji's eunuch 
the scare of his life by holding him out his bedroom window three 
stories above ground.

  Soon something about Master became very clear.  He was as possesive 
of his servants as a lion is of its kill.  He'd tear some throats 
before someone took the servants from him.  And when finally Prince 
Raji showed up at his property Master had such a ominous glow in his 
eerie yellow eyes that Raji stammered and tripped over his robe.  

   Lalan found it funny.  He couldnt believe this fearless lion of a 
man was his master.  And now more than ever he wanted to see how 
fiery he would be in bed.  

   There was a long discussion between Prince Raji and Master--and 
during this discussion while Lalan pressed his ear up against the 
wooden door of the receiving room, Lalan heard the Master's name for 
the first time.  

   "Callas.  .  ."  That was the name.  It was foreign yes and 
strangely appealing.  Lalan grinned from ear to ear and rushed down 
the hallway to the Master's bedchamber.  Yes. . .Callas.  It was 
intimate suddenly much more intimate to know his name after all this 
time.  

   But something was happening outdoors.  One of the servants--a good 
looking Indian boy of fifteen was being escorted by Prince Raji's 
eunuch.  There had been an agreement.  Master had given up one of his 
servants after all.  But why?

   Lalan rushed out the house and followed the group toward the gates 
were a group of men waited.  Lalan ran up to Master and stood close 
behind as the men grasped the indian boy and removed the loincloth.  
The boy was in a panic, his eyes rolling wildly like a cornered 
animal and then the Prince's eunuch pulled out a knife from some fold 
of his robe.  The men flung the boy to the ground and parted his 
legs, --there was one man on each limb pinning him down.  The boys 
sex was exposed and the eunuch came up and knelt down before it 
grasping the testicles in one hand and playing with them for a 
moment.  Master frowned and looked away, and then his eyes widened 
when he saw Lalan standing there.

   "What are you doing here, Lalan?" He said, reaching out to grasp 
Lalan's shoulder.  

   "What are you doing, Master?" Lalan looked at the screaming boy.  
The eunuch had pulled his scrotum and sawed straight trough them with 
the knife.  It was cruel--the knife was dull and it took work as he 
hacked away at the flesh.  Blood splattered on the eunuch's face, and 
Prince Raji had a deep satisfied grin on his face. 

   "What are you doing?" Lalan yelled suddenly.  "Are you some sort 
of a brute!  Look at him hacking away like that-don't you know how to 
be merciful you stupid cunt of a man--"

   "LALAN!" Master clamped Lalan's mouth with his large strong hand 
and shook his head.  Lalan wrenched himself free and ran over to the 
eunuch, he jumped on him like an animal and sunk his teeth deep into 
his shoulder.  The eunuch screamed flailing his arms, his earrings 
smacking Lalan's face. "LALAN!!"  Master was on him, pulling on him 
and finally he was ripped from the eunuch with a hunk of flesh in his 
mouth.  

   "By the gods!"  Master cried out.  "Gelding you didn't affect you 
at all did it!  You're the devil's child."

   Master apolozied to Prince Raji for the attack, and tried to 
surpress a smile as the eunuch sighed and moaned against one of the 
men, his shoulder bleeding as he absently tried to straighten out his 
hair with a heavily jeweled hand.

   Lalan was escorted by the servants directly into the Master's 
bedchamber.  He waited there for a long time, sitting on a chair with 
arms crossed.  Finally the door opened.  Master came in and locked 
the door behind him.  He stood in front of Lalan gazing down at him.  
His golden hair framed his face, casting an ominous shadow that 
enhanced his beauty.  

   "Explain yourself,"  the Master said then.  

   Lalan didn't answer for a moment, looking down at his own bare 
feet before looking back up at Master.  He opened his mouth 
attempting to say something but nothing came out.

   "Speechless?"  Master arched his brows.  "That would be a first 
time.  You always have something to say."

   "I. . .I just. . ."

   "Just. . ."  Master bent down then, squatting before him to look 
him in the eyes.  "Just what?"

    "I just didn't understand why you gave in to Prince Raji after 
all the trouble.  And then. . . .that brute was hacking away at the 
boy's balls as if it were nothing more than a slab of meat in a 
slaughterhosue."

    "So, you want to know why I gave him the boy?"

    "Yes."

    "Its simple."  Master looked straight into Lalan's eyes.  There 
was emotion in those yellow eyes.  It was want he had there, 
longing.  "It was him or you.  Or not even I could have stopped what 
Raji would have done.  And I know he would have done it--its not 
beyond him.  He destroys what he cannot have.  He would have had you 
killed, and perhaps some of the others too.  He has his ways."

     "Why did you not give me to him?  After all Im already gelded."

     Master's face moved with emotion, he looked like he would weep 
for an instant but then it ebbed away into a look of 
contemplation.  "Because you're too valuable to me, Lalan.  If you 
haven't realized that by now then. . .then I'm truly lost."

      Lalan looked down at his folded hands, closing his eyes for a 
moment before finally standing up.  The Master looked up at him as he 
stood, his eyes narrowed as he watched.  

     Lalan slowly undid his loincloth, unraveling it and letting it 
fall to the ground.  He stood there naked before Master as Master's 
eyes slowly went down Lalan's body.  Lalan had a small muscular frame 
and there between his legs the cock hung alone, small and not even 
surrownded by a single hair. Beneath, where the scrotum and its 
contents once were was a scar of folded flesh where it had been 
cauterized.  The flesh there was a watered down purplish-pink and 
taut.  Master lifted his hand and touched the scar with his 
fingertips.  Of course he had done the castration himself but this 
was the first time since the operation that he had seen Lalan naked.  

   Lalan watched as Master bent forward and kissed the scar, his 
tongue flicking out to caress it.  It made Lalan gasp and he couldnt 
keep his hands from reaching out and winding themselves through 
Master's hair.  "Callas. . ." he whispered.

    Master stiffened at the sound of his name and he looked up.  He 
didn't even ask Lalan how he knew his name, but the sound of Lalan 
saying it aroused him inmenseley.  He reached out suddenly and 
grasped Lalan's body in his arms, standing up and bringing him up 
with him.   Lalan's legs hung suspended in the air and he saw as if 
in a haze as Master placed him on the bed.  

   Master kissed his mouth feverishly.  The Master's clothes were 
soon on the floor and his tall muscular body came down over Lalan's.  
The cock was enormous and when the Master tried to penetrate him 
Lalan cried out.

  "Oh, I'm sorry," he said suddenly.  Lalan looked up at him and 
laughed.  Master was about to protest but he was laughing too.  And 
then suddenly Master flipped Lalan over onto his stomach and parted 
his buttocks with his hand.  He bent down and looked at the tight 
little hole, pink and turning slightly red from the penetration 
attempt.  He tried to take the hole in his mouth suddenly, digging 
his teeth gently into the flesh and lathering it up with his tongue.  
Lalan buckled at the sensation, a deep moan coming out of him.  The 
Master looked up watching Lalan's shoulders shudder and then he 
rested his head on one of Lalan's round butt cheeks.  "Say my name 
again, Lalan,"  he whispered.  "Say it again."

   "Callas. . ." Lalan said, reaching down to touch Master's 
hair.  "Callas. . .please make love to me.  Conquer me."

   Suddenly the Master grasped Lalan's hips and lifted them off the 
bed, and he slowly pushed his thick cock into Lalan.  Lalan whimpered 
and Master stopped.  The penetration took a long time and when 
finally Master pushed his way all the way in Lalan let out a deep 
moan through clenched teeth.  Their bodies came together hard, Master 
thrusted into Lalan's body viciously, as if he were trying to pound 
him into a fine dust.  The pain of it was just as good as the 
pleasure and Lalan felt wonderfully helpless.  The moist smacking 
sound from the lubrication filled the room, mingled with Master's 
grunts and Lalan's cries.  

  And, when finally the Master spilled over into Lalan, his body 
shuddered as Lalan pushed off the bed and reached down between his 
legs to feel the taut flesh of his body wrapped snuggly around his 
Master's cock.  "Oh, Master. . ." Lalan groaned, his face flushed and 
hot.  The scent of sex filled up the room.

  "Are you alright?"  Master whispered, holding Lalan's hips gently 
in his large hands.

  "Yes, Im fine," he said.  "But promise me something," he said

  "What?"  Master did not withdraw his cock, keeping it in he lay 
down on top of Lalan, pushing Lalan back into the sheets.  He kissed 
Lalan's ear and looked down at Lalan's beautiful profile on the 
scarlet pillow.  

   "Promise me you will punish me like this whenever I do something 
bad."

   Master laughed then and shook his head.  "I promise you in that 
case I will find something to blame you for every single day."

   "Oh, good,"  Lalan said.  "Find something to blame me for right 
now."

   And he did.