Study of a Master's Heart: Part Five

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  There was a horrible scream that came out of the servant's quarters 
all of a sudden.  It was lunch time and all the servants gathered 
around the rickety wooden table watched as Ling--the highest ranking 
servant there--spilled his porridge over the table.  The bowl 
clattered to the floor and all its contents splattered, potatoes, 
vegetables and beef. . .and a huge dead rat with gaping mouth and 
dried up eyes.  Lalan sat across from him and attempted to keep a 
straight face, pushing down against the quivering muscles that tried 
desperately to form a smile.

   "Who put this in my food!"  Ling cried out, his hands shaking and 
his lips forming a dabble of spittle that threatened to fly out at 
any moment.  Ahmed, who sat next to Lalan, was laughing hysterically 
at the whole thing, his curls bouncing up and down as he doubled over 
in glee.  "It was you!"  Ling pointed his long bony finger at Lalan 
all of a sudden, his eyes huge and bulging like a bug's.  "You did 
this to me!"  His voice was quivering now as a sob threatened to come 
up Ling's throat.

   "Oh, no. . ."  Lalan said in a soft voice ( soft so that his 
laughter wouldn't overwhelm him).  He was desperately trying to 
control the laughter and he opened his mouth to say something else 
but nothing came out--instead he shook his head.  He blinked hard, 
trying to keep back the smile, pushing down the corners of his lips.  

    Then Ling sniffled and a bubble of snot shot out of his nose--
becoming huge as he breathed out before shrinking again.  This was 
too much.

    Lalan roared.  He laughed so hard tears came out of his eyes and 
he slapped his thighs as he doubled over.  Soon he was laughing so 
hard his stomach hurt and then his throat.  Then, as if in a haze, he 
saw Ling raise his hand.  The hand swept down swiftly toward Lalan's 
face but then it was caught and jarred to a halt.  Ahmed had Ling's 
wrists in his strong hand and before anyone could say anything 
Ahmed's foot swept into Ling's stomach throwing him back from the 
table and onto the floor.

    "You dare!"  Ling cried out, eyes wild with rage as he staggered 
back up to his feet.  "I will have you finished here, you brute! 
You're going to be sorry--"

    "That's quite enough."

    Silenece fell over the room and all eyes turned to see the Master 
standing at the door way, his tall figure blocking out the sun.  Ling 
began to blabber an explanation but the Master quickly silenced him 
with a gesture.  Master walked in, the tall muscular frame of his 
body making the floor boards creak under his boots.  Lalan was 
looking right up into his face.  The Master's eyes were narrowed as 
he looked down at the spilled porridge and the gaping dead rat.  Then 
he looked down the table of servants before stopping at Lalan.  Then 
he looked at Ahmed--and the most curious thing happened.  As he 
looked at Ahmed Lalan saw a flush come into the Master's cheeks and 
his eyes hardened.  It was a semblance of jealousy Lalan was sure.  

   "Follow me,"  Master said jutting his chin toward Lalan.  He began 
to walk out of the room but Lalan didn't move.  The Master noticed 
and stopped, turning around slightly to cast Lalan a sidelong 
glance.  This was enough to urge Lalan.  Lalan rushed out behind the 
Master and, as they walked some distance down the hallway, they 
stopped.  

    The Master turned on him suddenly and grasped him by the 
shoulders, lifting him off the ground and up against the wall like a 
pinned butterfly.

    "You're. . ."  The Master's words trailed off as if the thought 
had escaped his mind.  He shook his head and then sighed.  "Do you do 
this to get my attention, Lalan?"  He said arching his brows.

   "Do you really think you play such a big role in my life, 
Master?"  The response was cold, said out of hurt of course, and very 
far from the truth.  

   "Listen to me,"  Master said in a very low voice--so low it 
sounded almost as if he were purring like a cat.  "My father is 
coming here soon and I want you to be on your best behavior.  You 
understand?  I don't want my house to turn into a madhouse during his 
visit--and don't be fondling that boy of yours Ahmed in public 
anymore.  Not while my father is here at least.

   "Why not?"  Lalan said with a frown, his brows wrinkling.  "You 
don't like it when he touch each other?"

   "You look like two whores seizing each other up--no I don't like 
it."

   "You're just jealous."

   "No I'm not."

   Lalan narrowed his eyes, arching an eyebrow.  "Yes you are."

   "No I'm NOT!"  With this the Master let Lalan drop to the floor 
and backed away, standing against the far wall as if he were 
trapped.  

   The one thing that had puzzled Lalan since the Master had left him 
weeks ago was that the Master didn't take another boy into his bed, 
or another girl for that matter.  It was as if he left Lalan so he 
could be alone, and for some perverse reason, this hurt Lalan more 
than if he had taken someone else. Suddenly, impulsively, Lalan 
reached out and grasped the huge bulge in the Master's trousers.  It 
was warm through the cloth and firm and before he could make any 
further observations on it a figure appeared in the hall.  The Master 
slapped Lalan's hand away immediately--so hard that Lalan actually 
cried out from the sting. 

   The Master took several steps away toward the person who stood 
there and then stopped.  The other person approached him, a tall 
older man with a striking resemblance to the Master.  They embraced 
each other--an embrace that seemed forced on the Master's behalf 
since he was leaning forward quite a bit as if he didnt want to touch 
the other man's torso.  

   "Hello father,"  he said in a low voice.  They began to converse 
and Lalan stood there, not caring if he was being rude, and watched.  
Moments later Lalan felt fingers touch his arm and he turned to see 
Ahmed standing behind him smiling indulgently at him.  Lalan reached 
out and grasped Ahmed's face in his hands and brought him down and 
kissed him ardently.  He moaned and made a big show of it as Ahmed 
lifted him off the floor to deepen the kiss.  

   "Good Lord,"  Lalan heard the father say,  "don't tell me you have 
boys screwing boys in your very home!"

   Before Lalan could stop himself he turned and smiled brightly and 
said, "Oh, he even does the screwing on certain occasions!"  After he 
said it he felt the burn of the Master's eyes on him and he felt 
sorry all of a sudden.  Without another thought he bolted down the 
hall, Ahmed right behind him.  He hid in one of the storage rooms and 
sat down on the ground, looking up at Ahmed who sat across from him.  
So that is why he left me, Lalan thought.  Because his father doesn't 
approve.  But then.  . .

   What if the father were in no position to be judgemental. An idea 
formulated in Lalan's mind in moments and he felt a grin form on his 
lips as he looked into Ahmed's face.  Lalan loved Ahmed's brute sex 
but he longed for the Master's dominance over him once more.  He 
wanted it desperately and he would do anything for it.  

  "Ahmed, I want you to do something for me,"  he said with a sweet 
smile.  

  "What is that?"

  "I want you to find out where the Master's father will be sleeping 
tonight--which room."

  "Yes?"

  "And I want you to seduce him."

  "No."

  Lalan frowned.  "Why not?"

  "I'm not going in there seducing old men, no way--"

  "He's not THAT old.  And besides he is a very attractive man!"

  "Then YOU seduce him!" Ahmed crossed his arms and turned away.

  "Fine!"  He said angrily.  "I will!"

  Lalan found the sleeping quarters of the father in a matter of 
minutes and, as the day quickly washed away into night, Lalan changed 
into more appealing clothes.  Not that Lalan had many choices--all he 
had were loincloths, but he could fold them and twist them to reveal 
more skin.  He spread the gold powder all over his skin down his legs 
and torso and face.  And then he combed scented oil through his hair 
before outlining his eyes with silver powder.  "I'll show him a 
whore,"  Lalan whispered, flicking his tongue over his lips and 
batting his lashes.  

  He opened the door to the father's room without knocking and closed 
it behind him.  When he turned to face the room he saw the man 
standing there, caught completely off guard with his trousers down 
around his ankles.  Apparently the man had been doing something--
something that caused him to flush and perspire and even breathe a 
little heavy.  Wonder what he was doing, Lalan thought to himself 
sarcastically, as he saw the stiff erection between the man's legs.  
Lalan smiled and approached him--he decided to skip the seduction and 
simply cut to the chase.  He began to remove the loincloth but the 
man reached out suddenly and grasped his hand to stop him.  

   For a moment Lalan thought the man was going to scold him but 
instead he pulled him towards the bed and flung him down on his 
back.  In moments the man had Lalan's ankles up above his head and 
the loincloth was roughly pushed aside.  The man pushed his cock into 
Lalan's anus, (something that seemed to be a challenge for everyone 
so far) and then grunted as he got part of it in.  He began to push 
in harder--attempting to penetrate completely when the bedroom door 
opened suddenly and the Master walked in.

  "Father I. . ."  Everyone froze.  The blood drained out of the 
Master's face as he saw the scene before him.  Lalan flushed--shame 
overwhelming him and perhaps a little joy.  The father stepped away 
suddenly, tearing away from Lalan who cried out in pain as a result.  
This tipped the Master over the edge.  

   "How dare you."  The words were frighteningly low.  This is it, 
Lalan thought, I'm doomed.  I'm dead for sure.  "Get out of my 
house,"  Master said.  Lalan heard the snap of Master's knuckles as 
his hand tightened up into a fist.  Lalan began to sit up so he could 
leave when the Master said, "You're no longer my father--I said 
leave!!"  He had been talking to his father all along.  His father 
stammered, putting his trousers back on but the Master turned his 
head away in a request for silence.  

   Moments later the father was gone and the door slammed shut behind 
him.  Lalan was still on the bed, leaning to one side, and he had 
reached down with a hand to touch his sore anus when the Master 
suddenly turned to him.

   "A while back,"  Master said, "I promised you I'd punish you a 
certain way everytime you did something wrong."

   Lalan's heart skipped a beat and he leaned back, bringing his 
knees up to his chest.  

   "Needless to say I'm in a rage because of you,"  Master said.  
Without another word Master advanced on him and flung Lalan's legs 
apart.  He tore off the loincloth and spun him around face down on 
the bed.  Lalan gasped as the Master's tongue danced over his anus, 
moistening it, and then the full weight of the Master came down over 
him.  The Master didn't care much about the pain Lalan suffered this 
time, as he shoved his way roughtly inside, pounding Lalan underneath 
him so hard that Lalan's buttocks actually turned pink.  And when he 
came Lalan buckled underneath him, the Master's milk filling him up 
and making him climax as well.  

   "God's in heaven,"  Lalan breathed into the sweat-moistened 
sheets.  The Master grasped Lalan's ear gently with his teeth and 
then nuzzled it.  Lalan felt him let out a deep breath.  And then 
moments later he felt a warm drop of moisture fall on the side of his 
face and roll down to his lips.  Lalan opened his lips and tasted it 
with his tongue.  

   It was the salty drop of the Master's tears.