Storms Of Love(Finshed)

Dance Slave Boy!

It had now been a week and with every movement Al made there was a clinking around his head. That sound of course was the lovely white diamonds that his master lovingly weaved into his hair at the beginning of the week. Now he was being forced to dance for Andrews to some erotic music that he could shake his hips to. Al would do anything to survive even if he had to dance. He was pretty good at it anyway; he had good hip movement thanks to all those endless nights of fucking with his brother. Andrews thought the chains gave off an erotic sound as they jingled across the floor as he watched his pet move so fluently to the music. Lord Andrews was pleased with Al, he was already tame and ready to entertain party guests, which was what he was doing at the moment. Andrews had a huge party to show off his new pet and many men would stop and watch him spin skillfully around the pole and his braided hair made him look very beautiful and erotic like a mythical God. There were four guards positioned at each corner so no one could try anything funny without paying first.

“Nice boy,” one man said to another watching from behind the chain that also went around the outdoor platform.

“Yes, very sexy and young looking,” the other replied as Al humped the pole showing off his sexy butt, flexing it with every thrust to his little pole. Though it made him feel uncomfortable there was some small thrill to dancing nude and he took hold of that and grasped it so he could make it through this.

“Those are the best kind,” another gentleman added.

“I wonder how he tastes?” a very horny almost bleached blonde young man asked. He was in his late twenties, also quite sexy himself. “He looks delicious,” the man licked his lips and walked over the chain. The guards didn’t seem to bother him.

“Hey, you can’t let him go in there!” the first man whined to the guard on the left hand side of the stage, he was dressed in a blue suite had a gun and mace on his hip.

“Yeah I can, he’s the lord’s lover,” the guard snapped. Not many people had seen Andrews lover, he seemed to like to stay away on lovely vacations and travel. He just returned that day which was also another reason for the party. All the men nodded, thinking he was sexy as well. Andrews pushed through the crowd and also stepped over the chains.

“Like what you see Ayame?” he asked, kissing the fair man’s cheek.

“Do I ever. I’d like to taste him,” he replied licking his lips.

“Well then by all means, help yourself. Al,” he snapped his fingers to get his attention. “You can start your dance again once my love is done.” Al didn’t know he was going to be tasted by other men and he felt a little uncomfortable. He walked over to Andrews on reflex because he was his master. “Well boy what are you waiting for? Bend over and present yourself,” he growled in his ear and smacked him on his little naked bum.

Al whimpered a bit, he didn’t like being spanked. His skin had been powered and oiled so his skin had a gods like bronze look to it. He turned around blushing madly and bent over, his cheeks spread a bit.

“Good boy Al,” Andrews said petting him on his braided head. Al didn’t like this at all, he had to get away.

“Oh, so lovely and yummy,” Ayame’s blue eyes gleamed. He got on his knees and spread him open more. He licked at his hole lapping up at it. “Hmm, I knew he’d be good,” he said sticking a finger in his ass to feel how tight he was. “Oh and so tight.” He wiggled his finger around and he licked and nipped at Al’s sack. Ayame nipped at his sexy ass cheeks and then gave it a good swat making Al yelp and run into Andrews arms.

The men watching gasped, it was not common for a pet to run away from a Master when they were playing with them. Most of the men were enjoying the show greatly.

“What do you think your doing? Get your yummy ass back here!” Ayame said sitting up on his knees now. “Brent, you’re not going to let him get away with that are you? Haven’t you beaten him?”

“No, I never saw a reason to beat him. He was always well behaved; he just didn’t know this part of the pet thing,” he said hugging Al to his body.

“Well now he knows and he should stay put until I’m done, isn’t that right?” he demanded to know.

“Yes, but Al doesn’t like pain.” Andrews began petting his pretty little golden boy’s head.

“Well I do, and I want to spank him and maybe paddle him before I fuck him too!” Ayame stood up putting his hands on his hips, his long hair falling lightly around him.

“He isn’t your pet, I won’t allow you to spank him! And I don’t want my well behaved perfect pet to be marked unless he does something very bad!” Al buried his face in his master’s chest despite his smearing eye liner.

“But we are lovers aren’t we? So don’t we share everything?!” The crowd of men seemed to agree more with Ayame. It was unusual for a master to be this protective of their pets anyway. Especially when they run away while being tested by such an elite man. Such an insult should not be tolerated.

“Yes and I will allow you to fuck him but not spank him. That duty is left to me alone. Now if you can’t be happy with playing with him and fucking him then you can’t have him,” Andrews said very sternly, he couldn’t care less what this looked like to the others, he ran his pet the way he pleased. Besides, Al had become a perfect little companion while his so called lover runs out to travel.

“Fine, then let me fuck him. I won’t spank your precious golden kitty!” His blue eyes filled with lust as he grabbed Al from Andrews’ arms and threw him to his hands and knees. Al began to shake, he didn’t know he was going to be naked and fucked in front of a million gawking faces. Ayame pulled his slacks down and stood in front of Al’s face pulling him up by his dreads. “Open your mouth boy!” he growled. “Get me wet then I’ll fuck you!” He practically shoved his penis into his mouth. It wasn’t as big as Ed’s so this wasn’t too much of a strain on his mouth. Ayame made sure he was good and wet. He walked behind Al and spread him open. Al shuddered as the cool air hit his warm hole, it was soon replaced with Ayame’s heat as he slid his cock into Al’s ass. It felt good since he was use to this kind of size, he groaned at the feel but he was more humiliated than anything. It was hard to be turned on when he knew he was being fucked in front of so many horny men. Ayame gripped his hips, grinding into him. “Ugh, so good,” he cried out, all the men loved the show. Al cried and shook, his hair clinked merrily in his ears.

“Please stop,” he cried, tears rolling down his face and over his nose. “I… I don’t want to be seen like this!” The little boy cried out as Ayame came into his ass.

“Get use to it you little whore,” Ayame hissed in his ear and pulled out. Al felt his cum oozing down his leg.

Andrews came over and handed Ayame a towel, “Clean up Al would you?”

“Isn’t that a servant’s job?” he huffed and leapt off the stage, leaving Andrews and Al alone.

“No it’s the job of whoever makes a mess of my pet!” he snapped. He knelt down beside Al who had not moved, he was petrified with embarrassment. Andrews cleaned him up this time. “Well Al, get back to dancing,” he said when he finished cleaning him. He pulled the ashamed boy to his feet…