Bad∞End∞Night-Let Him go? (2)
Anthony pulled back his hood seeing as he had no choice. He observed his surroundings. Astounding taste in furnishings and fabrics astonished him, beautiful red and black blended sofas and armchairs. Stained oak coffee table set in the middle of the living room with golden lamps with black shades lighting the area. To the other side of him was the dining room with towering white lilies in the middle of the table, glossy black plates furnished with gold cutlery and napkin rings. Hand woven placemats made out of the finest cloth the village must have. Not stained one bit. Wine glasses made out of the clearest crystal it was almost as if they weren’t there, they looked as fragile as a bubble.
A voice from the top of the giant, red-carpeted stairway echoed down to Anthony and the butler.
“There is no need to ring for me Cry as I’m already aware of our young acquaintance and his reasons for arrival.” A man stood at the top of the stairs wearing the finest clothing, a coat with a fur collar, probably tailored by himself, silver buttons washed with a suede appearance. Trousers ironed with a crease down the middle and spit-shined shoes. He also had a tie on and a cotton shirt.
“Apologies Master.” The butler, or ‘Cry’ as the Master had addressed him said, setting down the bell systems phone.
“No need for apologies now, we have a guest. Tell me young man, what is your name?” The man ventured down the stairs with a saunter that almost left Anthony drooling. As he reached the bottom he smiled at Anthony with a seductively delectable air to him.
“Um. My name is Anthony, Anthony Padilla. I am the emperors new messenger, I bring a letter for you from his highness himself.”
“How quaint. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Anthony. My name is Ian Hecox, I am the Master of this household. Also, I have already pointed out, I am aware of your reasoning’s to be here…I am happy to have a guest.”
The Master took the letter from Anthony’s hands winking at him disrupting the beautiful icy blue emitting from one of his eyes. He was beautiful, better than any man Anthony could have ever imagined. Anthony had already established his sexual preferences to be more orientated toward women but both the men in this house had him begging for their sexual interest.
“I am sorry to have disturbed your evening nonetheless Master. I shall be on my way a soon as you have read the letter and established a reply for me to repeat to the emperor.” Anthony said, clumsily and the Masters icy blue eyes went over the lines from the letter.
Anthony coughed a couple times and cleared his throat, it took all his strength to not buckle at the knees and beg for his or the butlers attention. He looked behind him and the butler had removed his mask, a man with fantastic dark blue eyes looked back at him and smiled with straight, white teeth.
Oh lord, give him strength.
But nothing could outdo this god that stood before him reading the letter.
The Master’s eyes fell away from the letter and onto Anthony, clearing his throat the Master shot a seductive grin Anthony’s way.
Throwing his arms in the air he began to speak, “Nonsense! You will stay for a meal and a rest! Butler, ring for this young mans mother, assure her he is perfectly safe and will be staying the night.”
Anthony’s eyes widened, “Oh goodness! No, I couldn’t possibly…um…intrude on your property. I would be a complete burden on you.”
The Master's arm fell around Anthony’s shoulder, pulling Anthony closer to him. All of a sudden Anthony’s nostrils were filled with the delicious scent of musk, vanilla and cinnamon. Anthony almost melted in the Masters arms. Anthony had flushed bright red. He was almost completely lost in this god he had just met but everything about him seemed beautiful. The butler could also easily make Anthony buckle at the knees too. Something was just in the air of this house that reeked of arousal. It was infecting Anthony and he loved it.
“Do me a favour young man, do not ever defy me my right to hospitalize a guest to my mansion. You have walked through the forest half the night. It is cold, it is raining and it is muddy. You shall return tomorrow afternoon latest. You may stay in one of our many chambers here for the night. We have plenty of extra clothes for guests and you may choose out of the collection. Now stay, eat! You must be hungry.”
The Master ushered Anthony into one large velvet armchair that was out of many around the dining table. Anthony felt unfit to use the polished cutlery and dirty the glossy plates, which were probably really expensive.
“Cry, would you please call for the maid, tell her to set up dinner for two and fill our guest with wine. It is cause for a celebration. It is not often we get guests. We will have a merry night.” The Masters voice was open and happy, almost as if he already cared about Anthony, a lowly village messenger. Though there was something strange about him, like an invisible black mist. Something was dark about him, like a fallen angel and Anthony couldn’t deny it, whatever this man was doing; even if it was unintentional he was falling for it.
“Of course, Master.” Cry spoke, the fluidity of his voice almost made Anthony fall out of his chair.
The Master’s eyes traced around Anthony’s torso and eventually onto his face. The blue growing into more of a solid sky blue, darkening. Strange, but who was Anthony to call anything about this figure strange? The master bit his lip, almost as if he were hungry but for what?
“Tell me, Anthony. How old are you?” The Master said, his eyes leaving his face once again and moving down onto his torso again.
“I-I’m 21…sir.”
“Right.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, Master, how old are you?”
Ian’s eyes shot straight back up to Anthony’s, he was biting his lip again, still hungry for something. Anthony couldn’t place where he’d last seen that look.
The Master chuckled slowly.
“Oh, I’m 30. Young man, much too old to relate to you. However I feel we have a certain connection, do you take affection in the fine arts?”
“Not really.” Anthony mumbled.
The Master’s brows furrowed.
“Classical music?”
“Nuh-uh…”
The Master’s eyes slowly left Anthony, confused. Then back up again, sparkling in the candlelight.
“Ah. Ah-hah. My, my, dear boy. You had me for a second but I can always read a person. You take interest in poetry and writing don’t you?”
“Uh-yes! Yes I do.”
“My, do I have a collection to show you, after dinner I shall indulge you, if you would like.”
Anthony could just jump across the table and attack the man, touching him, smelling him; enthralled in him alone would be all he wanted right now. To run his ringers through the Master’s hair and to look into those deep blue eyes as his own. What indulgency. What beauty. Master’s body, all his to love and caress. He wanted the Master to be his Master, to dominate him. To do everything to him, he wouldn’t even complain. Where were these feelings coming from? Anthony didn’t know or care. He had never felt so completely locked down by initial affection; it was so strong he felt hazed. Over time Anthony could learn how to love and please this man. However, these lessons would never happen. He was returning to his village tomorrow and thus returning to his normal life. Though maybe, if he was lucky he could deliver more messages here, and maybe if the Master was still as hospitable toward him he could spend more time here, just to drink in his scent. To love him beyond compare.
“I would love to peruse your collection if I may.”
“Of course.” The Master replied. “Ah, here comes our dinner, tell me more about yourself.”
Part 2?
A voice from the top of the giant, red-carpeted stairway echoed down to Anthony and the butler.
“There is no need to ring for me Cry as I’m already aware of our young acquaintance and his reasons for arrival.” A man stood at the top of the stairs wearing the finest clothing, a coat with a fur collar, probably tailored by himself, silver buttons washed with a suede appearance. Trousers ironed with a crease down the middle and spit-shined shoes. He also had a tie on and a cotton shirt.
“Apologies Master.” The butler, or ‘Cry’ as the Master had addressed him said, setting down the bell systems phone.
“No need for apologies now, we have a guest. Tell me young man, what is your name?” The man ventured down the stairs with a saunter that almost left Anthony drooling. As he reached the bottom he smiled at Anthony with a seductively delectable air to him.
“Um. My name is Anthony, Anthony Padilla. I am the emperors new messenger, I bring a letter for you from his highness himself.”
“How quaint. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Anthony. My name is Ian Hecox, I am the Master of this household. Also, I have already pointed out, I am aware of your reasoning’s to be here…I am happy to have a guest.”
The Master took the letter from Anthony’s hands winking at him disrupting the beautiful icy blue emitting from one of his eyes. He was beautiful, better than any man Anthony could have ever imagined. Anthony had already established his sexual preferences to be more orientated toward women but both the men in this house had him begging for their sexual interest.
“I am sorry to have disturbed your evening nonetheless Master. I shall be on my way a soon as you have read the letter and established a reply for me to repeat to the emperor.” Anthony said, clumsily and the Masters icy blue eyes went over the lines from the letter.
Anthony coughed a couple times and cleared his throat, it took all his strength to not buckle at the knees and beg for his or the butlers attention. He looked behind him and the butler had removed his mask, a man with fantastic dark blue eyes looked back at him and smiled with straight, white teeth.
Oh lord, give him strength.
But nothing could outdo this god that stood before him reading the letter.
The Master’s eyes fell away from the letter and onto Anthony, clearing his throat the Master shot a seductive grin Anthony’s way.
Throwing his arms in the air he began to speak, “Nonsense! You will stay for a meal and a rest! Butler, ring for this young mans mother, assure her he is perfectly safe and will be staying the night.”
Anthony’s eyes widened, “Oh goodness! No, I couldn’t possibly…um…intrude on your property. I would be a complete burden on you.”
The Master's arm fell around Anthony’s shoulder, pulling Anthony closer to him. All of a sudden Anthony’s nostrils were filled with the delicious scent of musk, vanilla and cinnamon. Anthony almost melted in the Masters arms. Anthony had flushed bright red. He was almost completely lost in this god he had just met but everything about him seemed beautiful. The butler could also easily make Anthony buckle at the knees too. Something was just in the air of this house that reeked of arousal. It was infecting Anthony and he loved it.
“Do me a favour young man, do not ever defy me my right to hospitalize a guest to my mansion. You have walked through the forest half the night. It is cold, it is raining and it is muddy. You shall return tomorrow afternoon latest. You may stay in one of our many chambers here for the night. We have plenty of extra clothes for guests and you may choose out of the collection. Now stay, eat! You must be hungry.”
The Master ushered Anthony into one large velvet armchair that was out of many around the dining table. Anthony felt unfit to use the polished cutlery and dirty the glossy plates, which were probably really expensive.
“Cry, would you please call for the maid, tell her to set up dinner for two and fill our guest with wine. It is cause for a celebration. It is not often we get guests. We will have a merry night.” The Masters voice was open and happy, almost as if he already cared about Anthony, a lowly village messenger. Though there was something strange about him, like an invisible black mist. Something was dark about him, like a fallen angel and Anthony couldn’t deny it, whatever this man was doing; even if it was unintentional he was falling for it.
“Of course, Master.” Cry spoke, the fluidity of his voice almost made Anthony fall out of his chair.
The Master’s eyes traced around Anthony’s torso and eventually onto his face. The blue growing into more of a solid sky blue, darkening. Strange, but who was Anthony to call anything about this figure strange? The master bit his lip, almost as if he were hungry but for what?
“Tell me, Anthony. How old are you?” The Master said, his eyes leaving his face once again and moving down onto his torso again.
“I-I’m 21…sir.”
“Right.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, Master, how old are you?”
Ian’s eyes shot straight back up to Anthony’s, he was biting his lip again, still hungry for something. Anthony couldn’t place where he’d last seen that look.
The Master chuckled slowly.
“Oh, I’m 30. Young man, much too old to relate to you. However I feel we have a certain connection, do you take affection in the fine arts?”
“Not really.” Anthony mumbled.
The Master’s brows furrowed.
“Classical music?”
“Nuh-uh…”
The Master’s eyes slowly left Anthony, confused. Then back up again, sparkling in the candlelight.
“Ah. Ah-hah. My, my, dear boy. You had me for a second but I can always read a person. You take interest in poetry and writing don’t you?”
“Uh-yes! Yes I do.”
“My, do I have a collection to show you, after dinner I shall indulge you, if you would like.”
Anthony could just jump across the table and attack the man, touching him, smelling him; enthralled in him alone would be all he wanted right now. To run his ringers through the Master’s hair and to look into those deep blue eyes as his own. What indulgency. What beauty. Master’s body, all his to love and caress. He wanted the Master to be his Master, to dominate him. To do everything to him, he wouldn’t even complain. Where were these feelings coming from? Anthony didn’t know or care. He had never felt so completely locked down by initial affection; it was so strong he felt hazed. Over time Anthony could learn how to love and please this man. However, these lessons would never happen. He was returning to his village tomorrow and thus returning to his normal life. Though maybe, if he was lucky he could deliver more messages here, and maybe if the Master was still as hospitable toward him he could spend more time here, just to drink in his scent. To love him beyond compare.
“I would love to peruse your collection if I may.”
“Of course.” The Master replied. “Ah, here comes our dinner, tell me more about yourself.”
Part 2?