~HUNTER'S POV~
As I slowly wake up, I can't remember feeling this good in a long time.
I glance over at my beloved master, and I am pleased to find him sound
asleep. I turn slightly so that I can watch him sleep. God, he is
magnificent. Mesmerized, I watch the slow, steady rise and fall of his
muscular chest. His eye twitches a little and he smiles in his sleep.
I wish I knew what he was dreaming about. Is it about me? No, probably
his girl back home. Most of the guys that come here are still closet
homosexuals, afraid to express their true feelings to the world.
Not me! One might call me a male whore or slut, but that's just fine
with me. No one can play the game like I can. Hell, I am the game.
Male or female, I love them, and when they leave me, they leave with a
contented smile on their faces.
I feel sad all of a sudden. They always leave.
Kurt stirs in his sleep, snuggling closer to me. I think they misspelled
his name. It should be angel instead of Angle.
I sigh as I look away. Kurt will be no different than the others.
He'll love and leave me, just like all the rest. At that realization, I
feel a tear forming in my eye. I wipe it away. I will not cry, but
just one I wish I could have a normal relationship with someone.
~KURT'S DREAM~
I watch as he moans and squirms underneath me as I swirl my tongue around
the head of his cock. I watch him grip and pull at the sheets, his knuckles
turning white because his grip is so strong.
I surprise him as I maneuver on the bed. I always did love the number
69. I smile as I look at his cock jutting in front of my face, as my
dangles close to his lips. He jumps as I resume my teasing of his cock,
swirling my tongue around the head and teasing the leaking slit.
It's my turn to jump when he raises up and engulfs my cock into his warm
mouth. Did I tell him to do that? Naughty slave, I think with a huge
smile.
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~MARK'S POV~
I scurry out of bed to grab my ringing cell phone. I frown as I listen
to my angry boss on the other end. He's been trying to beep me for the
last hour. I silently curse myself as I remembered that I had not laid the
beeper near the bed because I had been too distracted by Adam's
charms.
Trying to smooth things over, I tell him that I will be right there.
I quickly pull on my clothes. Adam lays on the bed watching me with an
amused look on his face. It quickly changes to one of shock as I
suddenly drag him out of bed. I throw the thong at him and tell him to
put it on.
Once he is covered, well semi-covered, I drag him with me as I head
towards the cabin that belongs to my boss. I smile at how gingerly he
is walking. A proud, manly smile slides across my face. I guess I rode
him pretty hard.
Finally reaching my destination, I knock at the door. I hear a familiar
voice beckoning me to come in.
I push the door open and pull Adam inside with me.
I shut the door and smile innocently at my boss, Chris Benoit. He merely
frowns and I can tell he is upset.
"Sorry boss, I was a little distracted," I say meekly, glancing over at
Adam, hoping that he would understand.
He looks Adam up and down and smiles at me. "I can see why," he smirks.
I look at Adam and he is blushing a beautiful shade of red. Then I notice
the gun in Chris' hand. "Did you see who it was?"
Benoit nods, "The British guy's bodyguard."
"I'll take care of him," I growl as I pull out my gun, clicking the
safety off and adjusting it back in the waistband of my jeans. I glance
over at Adam and his eyes are wide as saucers. He makes a run for the
door, but I grab him around the waist and hold him easily. He struggles
as Benoit forces his hands behind his back and quickly clicks a pair
of handcuffs on him.
As Adam starts to scream, Benoit quickly slaps a thick piece of tape over
his mouth, stifling him.
I lift him and carry him over to the bed. I see the hurt and confusion
in his eyes, and a slight frown spreads across his forehead as he
struggles.
Benoit smiles as he throws the bed covers back revealing the beautiful
Chris, who is also cuffed and gagged. I scoot Adam over beside of him,
smiling as I watch them quickly snuggle close to each other. I grab one
of Benoit's ties and tie Adam's ankles together, and Benoit does the
same with Chris. We don't want them going anywhere just yet.
I look at Benoit and laugh. "Looks like we both have a thing for
blonds."
I watch as his normally steel face, void of all expression, cracks a
smile. He laughs out loud and has to hold his stomach as tears form in
his eyes.
I start to laugh, too. Hell, I don't remember the last time that he
laughed. Wait. Oh yeah, it was when he shot the reporter, Steven
Richards, full of holes. Of course, the guy asked for it, making fun of
Benoit.
I watch amused as he leans down and caresses Chris' face gently,
whispering an apology and telling him that everything was going to be
alright, and that he was only doing this for his protection. Man, he
really has it bad for the boy.
Not that I have any room to talk. I look down at Adam and my dead heart
melts. He frowns at me, and I see the anger behind those beautiful
eyes, and I know that I'm going to have some making up to do, also.
"I'll make it up to you. I promise," I whisper, trying to soothe his fears
and his anger. I lean down and kiss his forehead and I notice his eyes have
softened.
As I stand, Benoit throws the cover back over them.
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~MATT'S POV~
Ok, I've searched practically the entire island. Where the hell did
Jeff go now? Mistress Trish said to have the chores done by six sharp.
I burst into his cabin, but no one is home. I wrinkle my nose at the
intoxicating smell that lingers in the air. Damn, it smells like sex.
Who is Jeff fucking now?
I can't control my chuckle. Mistress Trish is going to be pissed if
Jeff is giving freebies again.
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~REGAL'S POV~
Where the bloody hell is Rhyno?
I stop pacing the floor as Stephanie moans and stirs on the bed. I sit
down beside of the little princess and gently caress her face.
I look around the room, making sure that we are completely alone.
Finding that there are no prying eyes, my hand slowly descends onto a
plumb breast. I cup and squeeze it, my fingers playing with the hard
nipple. My other hand caresses her flat abdomen, slowly roaming
downwards. I moan as my index finger slips into her moistness. She moans
in her sleep as she spreads her legs allowing me more access. I
add another finger, and start to lean down to pop the nipple in my mouth
when the door flings open.
I jump up and sigh as I realize that it is Rhyno and he is carrying one
of the little slave boys over his shoulder.
He tosses the naked, rainbow haired lad beside of Stephanie.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" I hiss, noticing the blood caked
on the boys thighs.
Rhyno merely smiles as he brushes his hair out of his face. "He's a
good fuck and it's a long trip home."
I sigh and raise my hands in the air. What next?
~TBC~
