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He felt the Englishman's hands sliding up his bare sides as his shorts were pulled up, and buttoned in the front. Passively, he stood there, waiting for it to be over.
Arthur smiled to himself and stepped back to look at the boy. Stamped down, defeated, he was been turned into the willful servant, the willing chinaman.
"Are you thirsty?" he asked him, reaching over to pour a cup of tea.
"Yes sir." His voice was monotone as he stared at the floor, his brain on auto pilot. He was thinking about the past, sitting on a pillow at Yao's feet, listening to the sounds of the instruments and receiving tutelage in the art of the brush.
"Come here."
Arthur's voice jolted him out of his day dream, and he walked over and stared up at the Englishman, wishing he was taller. Maybe then he could stand up to him...
But Arthur was handing him a tea cup. Not the round tumbling kind that he was so familiar with, but something much more dainty. A floral pattern and a handle that wasn't quite big enough to hold it. It was filled with hot tea.
He took a small sip, and wrinkled his nose at the taste. How he missed the grassy taste of the green tea. This roasted flavor was so dead, lifeless... like everything here.
"Do you want milk with that?" he asked him.
A slow nod, "Please sir." he said, a glimmer of hope in his voice.
His heart plummeted when the Englishman undid his pants...
No, this isn't what he wanted.
He pressed his lips together and stared at the floor to keep himself form saying anything.
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He smiled when a tiny, trembling hand wrapped itself around his cock, and started to rub it tentatively.
"Faster" he hissed to the little chinaman.
Obediently, he knelt, so that he could speed up, and set his tea cup on the floor for now. He wanted to dig his nails into the man's vital regions, he wanted to make him squirm with pain. He wanted him at HIS mercy, instead of the other way around...
But Arthur had trimmed his nails down long ago.
He boiled in anger as he listened to that mans beautiful- no sickening moans of arousal. His anger made him grip the shaft of the older man's cock a little too hard.
Arthur moaned appreciatively at the pressure, and set his hand on the boy's head. “Good boy...” he breathed out, panting now. Sweat was collecting on his forehead as he felt a pressure within him. “Pick up that cup.” He ordered.
He felt a boiling hatred inside of body as he picked up the stupid malformed teacup, shivering when he wrist brushed his own hard, betraying cock.
He moved to grab the Englishman's member again, but found that Arthur hand taken over the chore, and all at once he was moaning, and he was coming. One hand left his cock to grab the boy's wrist and force up up a little, so that when that sticky, milky substance shot form his body, it splashed neatly into the cup.
Arthur pulled up his pants and did them up, tucking in his shirt, and moved to leave the room, “Drink your tea.” he said.
He closed his eyes. It tasted like sweat, like semen, like Arthur.
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