ate: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 05:03:11 +0000 rom: Mark Angle markangle@hotmail.co.uk
The Elders
by Mark Angle
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1
Slick presents himself
A naked man is taken through a corridor of uneven walls. He if held under both arms by two other men. When they reach a large, wooden double door, one of the men releases him and opens both sides. The room behind the double door is dark, with only a cir- cle of light at the back of it. Five men in robes, in a semicir- cle are sitting on large wooden chair, lit from above. The two men throw the naked man to a deep carpet in front of the five men. Both of the two men drop on one knee and bow. They are both dressed in black leather, with Muir caps so low the rim almost covers their eyes. They are wearing tall black leather boots, chaps that are fully open on the front and back; one wears a shoulder strap and the other a harness. The young man, as soon as he hits the floor, gets on both knees and prostrates himself in front of the five men in brown robes.
The five men's faces are kept in the dark by their hoods. The one at the center leans forward and speaks. His voice is low. "What's your name, boy?"
The young man answers, "Slick, Master."
Slick hears the robed man to his very left ask, "And what is your outside name." Slick is uncomfortable with that question, but he answers, "Alexander, Sir."
The man in the middle asks, "Why Slick?" Slick, keeping his pros- trated pose, but speaking loudly enough to be clearly heard says, "It was slut at first, Master. And it became Slick. I used to wear shiny rubber, Master."
The man in the middle may have heard Slick but says nothing. His hood moves as he turns his head to the man in leather wearing the shoulder strap. "Sarge," says the robed man. Sarge does not look up but answers, "Yes, Master." "Get up," says the robed man. Sarge stands up but does not look up at the robed men. Slick is afraid now. He's been trembling for a while.
The robe man says, "Slick, turn to the side and get on one knee." Slick silently turns one quarter to the side and gets on one knee, facing Sarge. The robed man says, "Good. Now, Sarge, slap him. Hard."
Sarge looks at Slick. Slick looks up to Sarge. Slick does not look away or attempt to protect himself. He just looks up as Sarge's dark eyes while Sarge looks down at Slick's frightened face. Then Sarge slaps Slick. He slaps him hard, with his full hand. It's a large, thick, warm hand. Slick has just the time to notice that. Slick falls forward towards the robed men. Again, as soon as he hits the ground he gets back to the position he was last told to take: on one knee facing Sarge. He looks up to Sarge again.
The robed man in the middle stands up and says, "You can face me again, boy." Slick turns to the robed man. He's still on one knee. The robed man walks towards Slick slowly. His face is still not visible. He takes out one hand from a large sleeve. Slick can see a naked arm concealed in she shadow of the robe. The man ca- resses Slick's face and his hand tastes the warmth of Slick's face. Slick whimpers and flinches, but the robed man goes on ca- ressing Slick's face.
The robed man says, "Good. You did good, boy." The robed man walks around Sarge and pats Sarge's naked ass. He goes on, "You trained him well. You and Ranger did. How long did it take to train the boy." Sarge, still looking down says, "About five months, Master. He's very gifted. He still has a lot to learn, but he works very hard at getting better and taking more."
Slick wonders if the man is erect under his robe. The robe is tied with a rope and conceals all of he man's body. The robed man tells Slick, "Get up, boy." Slick gets up on his naked feet. He is fully erect. He is so erect in fact that his erection is rather painful. The robed man touches the tip of Slick's penis. Slick jumps. The robed man says in his low voice, "Very, very good." The he adds to someone Slick cannot see, "Lights on the table."
Slick hears a click somewhere the robed man puts his hand on Slick's naked shoulder and leads him away from the four men to- wards a table. The click Slick heard was for the single lamp lighting the table from above. It's a very tall, large table, strong and made of coarse wood. As he turns, Slick has time to see the four other men rise and walk towards the table as well. The robed man gently guides Slick to the table and guides him to lie on his back with his legs falling off the table. He tells Ranger, "Show me."
Ranger and Sarge each grab one of Slick's thighs and push it down towards his body, exposing Slick's asshole to the light. Slick's asshole is about as high as halfway up the robed man's abdomen. The robed man says, "Very nice." He caresses Slick's hole. Slick shivers. The robed man gently runs his forefinger over Slick's asslips. Slick's cock jumps a few times and small drop of precum pearls at its tip.
Sarge bows slightly and says, "Master, may I?" and he takes the drop of precum from Slick's penis and, getting back down on one knee presents it to the robed man others have called the Master.
The Master grabes Sarge's hand and guides it to his mouth where he licks Slick's precum. "It's good," he says. The Master looks at Slick in the light. He has thick black hair that almost fall over his eyes when he's standing and long, thick eyebrows. The rest of his body is hairless. Abdominal muscles are clearly visi- ble on under his pectorals. He has small, but well-defined arms. His pubic region and ass are completely hairless and his ass is remarkably firm.
The four other robed men start touching Slick, running their hands on his body, but not touching is ass or dick. One pinches his nipples hard. Slick screams in pain and surprise. Another one of the men gently runs his hand on Slick's face as the Master says, "There are many things you are not free to do hear, but you're allowed to scream if you feel pain. There's no rule against screaming." Another one of the robed men adds, "Or cry- ing. We've had boys cry." One of the robed men couches in front of Slick's ass and starts sniffing it. Slick can feel the air be- ing moved near his asslips and shivers again. He moans. As he moans, another one of the men puts a finger in Slick's mouth. Slick starts sucking on the finger greedily. The skin on the fin- ger is rough and raspy and Slick is secretly hoping that it's not going to end in his ass.
The man who was sniffing Slick's ass touches Slick's asslips with is tongue and Slick jumps and whimpers loudly then suck harder on the man's finger. Then, Slick feel the whole width of a warm tongue and can feel an expert tongue and mouth energetically licking his ass. He's afraid he's going to come even though no one is touching his penis. He knows that coming without autho- rization is definitely against the rules. That thought calms him down and he feels he can focus on the sensation on his ass with- out risking a premature orgasm. A finger takes his nipple and pinches is hard. Slick screams and does not hold anything it. He feels something fall on his crotch and realizes it's his own pre- cum. Then he hears the voice of the Master say, "That's enough. Let's not waste the boy with trivial matters like this." Slick's heart sinks as all hands and mouths withdraw from his body. He realizes that his eyes have been closed and opens them. He sees Sarge and Ranger smiling at the Master with pride.
The Master turns away and takes a few steps. Slick can hear him say, "I think we can begin now."