Study of a Master's Heart: Part Four

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   Since the ardent nights Lalan and his Master had spent together 
months had gone by when Lalan had to suffer the household alone.  
Master had left on some business trip and left Ling in charge of the 
household--an older loyal servant who had been castrated years before 
he met Master.  He was good at maintaining the household, tending to 
the horses, and keeping order amongst the lesser servants--but Lalan 
soon tired of him.  

   Ling was proud in his position, always walking about with his chin 
up and eyes cast to one side.  Lalan thought about doing something 
terrible to him, perhaps putting a dead rat in his porridge or 
something like that.  He thought about this for a while and then 
decided to do it a couple of weeks later.  

   Lalan ran out into the courtyard and stood near the kitchen door--
where all the rats scurried about in the shadows when no one was 
near.  He stood there still for a very long time--and then he saw 
one.  A huge grey rat with a shinning pink tail poking his head into 
the sunlight and looking about.  Lalan lunged at it, grasping its fat 
slithery body in his small white hands and shouting out in vicious 
joy.  "Yes!!!" he yelled.  "I've got you you. . .you. . .you beast!! 
Ha ha!!"  He struggled to pin it down to the grownd, and he bent over 
far trying to reach a rock with his hand.  His butt--with its flimsly 
thong of a loincloth was sticking right up in the air.

    "Lalan?  Why is it everytime I come into a room I find you with 
your ass aimed right up at me?"

    Lalan jumped, letting go of the rat in startlement and turned to 
see who had called.  It was Master. Master decked out in dusty 
leather trousers and a lose cotton shirt with the strings untied.  
His hair was pulled back in a horsetail at the nape of his neck and 
he arched a golden brow in a silent question to Lalan.  What was he 
doing with a rat?

   "Master!"  Lalan shouted with a smile, leaping up and into 
Master's arms.  "I'm so happy you're back. I've missed you so!"

   "Hmmm," Master said snuggling up to Lalan's ear.  "Missed me so 
much you had to seek the company of rats?"

   Lalan laughed.  "No no," he said, "I was just. . .wasting time, 
that is all."

   "Oh, I see."  Master's face had tanned during the trip and his 
yellow eyes stood out more so that he looked now more predatory than 
ever.  "I missed your soft skin,"  he whispered, touching Lalan's 
nose with his own.  "And your delicate lips. . ."  Master's hands 
slid down Lalan's back and then suddenly grasped Lalan's butt.  "And 
this too," he said with a smile.

   Back in the Master's bedroom Lalan wrapped his legs around 
Master's hips, the both of them naked and giddy. Master was as hard 
as ever and urgent, smacking a handfull of oil on Lalan's butt that 
splattered and slid down his legs and down to the sheets.  Lalan 
laughed at this looking back over his shoulder to see his skin all 
shinny with oil and looking very silly indeed. Master pushed him face 
down into the sheets, rubbing Lalan's oiled skin with his hands, 
digging his fingers gently into the flesh and then finally, letting 
his two thumbs slide into Lalan's puckered anus.  Lalan tightened up 
in reflex and  then opened his legs farther.  

  Master looked down at Lalan's taut pink flesh around his thumbs.  
It looked like it would tear at any moment and inside it seemed to be 
even tighter.  He withdrew his thumbs and watched as the anus 
tightened up and sunk further into the crevice between the buttocks.  

   "Looks like all those nights I spend fucking you before I left 
didn't have any effect on you.  It seems you're even tighter than the 
first time."

   Lalan turned over on his back, lifting his knees up to his chest 
and grasping Master roughly onto him between his knees.  "I guess you 
just have to start all over again then, Master."

   Master looked down at him for a long time and then rolled off. 

   "What is it?"  Lalan asked, sitting up.  "Did I say something 
wrong?"

   Master turned away and let out a sigh.  "No no.  I just don't want 
to put you through all the pain again."

   "The pain doesn't bother me, Master!"  Lalan bent toward him 
reaching out to grasp his shoulders but Master quickly moved away and 
stood up  from the bed.  "I need to find an older boy--someone more 
experienced."  He stood there for a moment in thought.  Then he 
turned to look at Lalan who knelt on the bed with a devastated look 
on his face.  "And I need to find you a boy to suit your needs as 
well."  The Master began to dress up quickly and began heading 
towards the door.

   "Wait just a moment!" Lalan cried out at last, leaping off the 
bed.  "Wait just a moment, what the hell kind of excuse is that!!  
That's--that's. . . that's absurd!  You've slept with me so many 
times and all of a sudden you have a change of heart?  You're hiding 
something, I know!"  He tried to control the tears but he couldn't, 
he began to sob like a baby and he stomped his foot on the floor 
angrily.  "You're pushing me aside, that is all!  You want someone 
else!"

   Master stood there gazing steadily at him, no emotion whatsoever 
on his face.  Instead he shook his head turned away before 
saying, "Maybe you're right for once, Lalan."

    Lalan was in a rage but he spent it all up weeping in his own 
small bed.  That night he tried to sleep but he couldnt, and when the 
sun came out the next morning the door to his room opened and one of 
the servants came in.

    "The Master wants you to meet the boy he's bought for you.  He is 
in the receiving room right now." Without another word he left.  
Lalan stood up in a daze, anger bubbling up again and for a moment he 
contemplated not showing up.  But curiosity urged him and the 
possibility that he could get some sort of revenge danced around in 
his mind.  He brushed out his hair quickly--which was straight and 
black and was cut perfectly across his shoulders and above his 
eyebrows.  Then he rubbed gold powder under his lips and under his 
eyes so that it would give his skin a shimmer.  Finally he put on a 
fresh loincloth and a gold ring on his second toe on his left foot.  

   All done he headed down to the receiving room and opened the 
door.  The Master was not even there, and the lonely crackle of the 
fire in its hearth filled the room.  Lalan walked in and closed the 
door behind him, leaning back on it and closing his eyes.  He sighed, 
dissapointment-and feeling duped.  When he opened his eyes he jolted 
in surprise.  A boy stood before him, about a foot taller than he was 
(everyone was taller than Lalan) with bronzed tan skin.  He wore 
nothing but a loincloth and his muscular figure was slender and 
reminded Lalan of a series of taut cords bound together--such was the 
look of his muscles. He had a mop of curly rich brown hair streaked 
with bronze highlights from the sun that fell down to his shoulders.  
His eyes were huge--like a gazelles--and a beautiful brown.  His lips 
were full and a little rough looking like a man's.  

   Lalan couldn't even speak.

   "Hello,"  the boy said with a bright beautiful smile.  "My name is 
Ahmed.  The Master said I should meet you here."

   Lalan gulped and tried to think of something to say.  

   "You ARE Lalan, right?"

   "Yes,"  Lalan squeaked.  He cleared his throat angrily and 
nodded.  "Yes, yes I am.  Who are you?"

   "Ahmed," he repeated.  "The Master had me bought yesterday at a 
slave auction. . .he said you needed a good boy to play with--"

   "WHAT?"  Lalan was pissed off now.  "He said that!!  How dare he!"

   "I'm sorry--He didnt say it like that exactly."  Ahmed tilted his 
head and gave an apologetic smile. 

   "Oh, very funny indeed,"  Lalan grumbled.  He stood there in 
thought for a long time thinking of something to do to release this 
anger.  

   Then it came to him.  

   "So,"  Lalan said very slowly,  "you are mine and mine alone?"

   Ahmed nodded.  "That is what the Master said."

   "Hmmm,"  Lalan smiled.  Then he turned and pull the cord to summon 
a servant.  Soon one came.  "Get me the Master,"  Lalan said in a 
demanding voice.  "Now!"  The servant scurried off quickly.  Soon the 
heavy thud of boots came down the hall and the Master came into the 
room.  He wore fresh trousers and a laced up shirt and his hair was 
let lose.  He arched his brow at Lalan in a silet question.

   "He is mine, yes?"  Lalan pointed a thumb towards Ahmed. 

   "Yes,"  the Master said hesitantly.  

   "Then castrate him."

   Master frowned, color coming up into his cheeks and Ahmed turned 
pale.  

   "I beg your pardon?"  Master said. 

   "I said castrate him.  Cut off his balls.  You know how to do it--
you did it to me.  I want to see it done to him.  And I want you to 
do it."

   "No."  The answer was blunt and final, and Master began to turn 
away.

   "Why not? He is mine!! I can do whatever--"

   "Yes!"  Master shouted suddenly.  "He is yours! You want him cut?  
Then you do it yourself!! Remember I am your Master, not the other 
way around!  Now unless you want to be flogged watch the way you 
speak to me!"

   When the Master left Lalan turned to look at Ahmed who stood there 
with an angry scowl on his face.  Ahmed's arms were crossed and he 
looked very beautiful and dangerous all of a sudden.  "Come here and 
try it,"  he whispered.  Lalan turned pale and turned away, heading 
for the door.  Before he could reach it Ahmed pushed him up against 
the door at the last moment and pressed his body up against the door 
with his own.  

  "What are you doing?"  Lalan asked, trying to push himself away but 
not succeeding.  

   "Following the Master's orders,"  he said, quickly removing 
Lalan's loincloth and his own.  In a moment Lalan felt Ahmed's thick 
cock slide up between his buttcheeks. 

   "What?  Get away!"  Lalan tried to squirm but the attempt only 
made Ahmed's cock push itself slightly into his anus. "Stop!!"  He 
tried to struggle but he was gasping--his rage was turning quickly to 
lust as he felt the pressure get greater and greater inside of him.  
He moaned and closed his eyes. 

  "What you need,"  Ahmed said, tearing the rest of the way in, 
making Lalan cry out, "is a hearty lesson."  The oil the Master had 
slathered on Lalan the night before still remained around his anus 
and it lubricated the penetration.  Lalan felt as if he would fall 
apart and he stood up on tip toes to try to withdraw Ahmed's cock but 
it was useless.  The incredible pain ebbed away to pleasure and he 
fell back against Ahmed's chest.  Ahmed's arms wrapped around him, 
his hands running through Lalan's hair and then he kissed Lalan's 
neck passionately.

   Lalan could feel the boy's balls, huge and warm smashed up against 
the crevice of his ass, and as the boy began to thrust viciosly, the 
balls smacked up against his flesh, making a loud smacking sound 
against the oil.  Lalan thought he was going to die--the feeling was 
so great in him--a pleasure and a pain that was merciless.  He grit 
his teeth against it but he couldnt hold it back, and a loud cry 
escaped him as he felt the boy's seed shoot up into him, part of it 
sliding out and down his thighs.  "Maybe he bought you to kill me," 
Lalan groaned sliding down the door.

  Ahmed breathed heavily above him, and bent down suddenly to kiss 
Lalan's mouth, his curls caressing Lalan's closed eyelids.  Lalan 
looked up at him, beautiful and strong boy that he was.  Something 
out of a legend he seemed.  "I think I'm in love with you,"  Lalan 
whispered.

  The boy smiled down at him and kissed him again, this time deeper 
and longer.  "I think Im in love with you too,"  he said.  He ran his 
hand through Lalan's thick hair.  "I'll be your master in disguise."  

  Lalan sighed, pushing his face against the palm of Ahmed's hand.  
He began to sleep there, trapped in Ahmed's strong arms, and for the 
first time, he did not protest.